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hawksbunny · 7 months ago

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KINKTOBER DAY 29 — DUBCON. dabi x f!hero!reader ﾉ nsfw + dark content warning ﾉ return to masterlist & view tag list

what happens when your curiosity takes you to the league of villains’ hideout? luckily enough, there’s only one of them there to greet you— and the world seems kind enough to let you off with a sweet deal. fuck him just once to guarantee his silence, or so you thought.

contains ﾉ tw dark content: dubcon- very heavy dubcon to be safe, mentions of murder, brief mention of being his pet, fear play, reader has a support quirk that is not fit for fighting alone, forced orgasm, temperature play- kind of, hints of manipulation ﾉ corruption

The day you held your hero ID in your hands for the very first time also happened to be your first instance of being told to stay far away from the League of Villains.

You only vaguely remember the reasoning being that they were too dangerous for a support like yourself (especially one with zero experience under their belt) along with another thing that went in one ear and straight out the other.

A part of you has always wondered why the heroes you worked under had gone through so much trouble to ensure you stay back. Keep you hidden from the spotlight, perhaps- because how could you improve if you were always being protected? It was frustrating to see everyone besides yourself on the news.

Ironically, it’s the same reason why you’ve never been faced with the realization of how weak you really are until your head is being pressed into a table, arms easily held tight behind your back- and an infamous villain right behind you. A real one.

Not a simulation today- not one monitor in sight.

“Shigaraki would have loved to meet you,” his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you feel danger- a concept someone like you is entirely unfamiliar with. “He’s always had a thing for types like you.”

He pushes back inside- this time slowly, as if trying to brand the moment deep into your mind, and you only manage to weakly whimper when his hands tighten around your wrists, the heat emitting from his body acting as a cruel reminder that he has the power to kill- and you don’t.

“N-no,” the desperation in your voice is painfully obvious, “not him, okay? That wasn’t part of the deal..!” You can feel your heart pounding against your chest at the thought of meeting this man’s leader, breathing short and labored as different images flash across your mind as to what being ‘his type’ would imply.

You feel him throb inside you, and a whimper slips out.

“Ah, of course,” his hands land on your hips before he holds you still, letting himself push deeper inside you until you’re stuffed to brim- full of him. “I just wonder about what would happen to that fragile body of yours.”

“Just think about it…”

You think your body definitely shouldn’t be reacting like this. Underneath the trembling and shivering- your cunt flutters around him. Eagerly and hungrily, as if it’s been waiting for someone like him for years.

“Or… actually, how about this, hero?” He grunts- rougher now, pace picking up enough to make you gasp and lock up underneath him. “Forget the deal. Pay me a visit every week, and the League will never hear about you. How about it?”

“B-but—” You halt as soon as you feel his palms heat up against your skin.

“We both know that muscle-head would have a field day with you.” You feel a cold bead of sweat roll down your temples, clammy hands struggling to keep your grip on the table. Your whole body feels numb- disobedient, but he feels good.

Too good for you to register exactly why your core suddenly feels so tight at the suggestion. “And if I remember, Compress likes types like you too. That guy’s got a mean streak,” Dabi leans to press his chest against yours- cold staples making you gasp, and he whispers against your neck, “he’d break you, you know.”

Your eyes widen- knees locking up, and your heartbeat rises to pound in your ears. “P-please— please slow down—”

He ignores you, only giving you a laugh in response. “What a pitiful state you’d be in. Think about it. I’ve been pretty nice, haven’t I?”

“W-wait!” You’re desperate now, reaching back to push at his hips and rising onto your toes to escape him. “I feel— feel weird—”

Something inside him seems to snap at this. You’re yelping as soon as your head is back on the table the next second- big hand roughly pushing you down and you sob. “What a hero you are,” he’s laughing loudly now, “cumming and crying on some League dick. Where are those pathetic bodyguards of yours now?”

You open your mouth to protest, but he moves to clamp his palm over it- roughly pulling you back in one swift motion until you’re flush against his chest. “Those ones drooling over you? How about I just kill them so you don’t have anywhere left to go? I’ll take you in as my pet,” you feel him smile against your neck- sick and twisted, and your cunt only clenches in response. “Be a good little hero and cum if you agree.”

Your eyes shoot open the same time he slams against a deep part inside you, body betraying every single shred of morality you have left when you cum, hard. It takes you by force, leaving no chance for it to go unnoticed by him when you’re clenching, shaking, and dripping underneath him like this. He has the heart to let go of you, let your weak body collapse onto the table beneath you as your chest heaves up and down for air, tears brimming your eyes and he only throbs inside you once more, hungry for more.

“Then it’s a deal.” His hands run up your sides, content with the way you shiver and lean into his touch. “A good choice, hero.”

dividers by @adornedwithlight

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hawksbunny · 7 months ago

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BNHA HEADCANONS Ft: Hawks SMUT

His dark side

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Dubcon, rough sex

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

A.N.: Writing headcanons are somehow so calming and it’s been a while since I’ve written anything about our favourite birdie💕

Hawks seems like a carefree guy and most of the time he sure is, but you should never forget the fact that as a trained weapon, he also has a darker side

His missions can sometimes be overwhelming, burdening him in a way that no other pro-hero would understand since Hawks is the one who has to get his hands dirty for the greater good of others

Being forced to act against his own benevolent nature brings out a side of him that needs to feel like he’s in control of his life

So how does this need manifest? Rough sex

It’s often at night when Hawks is bothered by another one of his missions with the League, so when you’re sound asleep next to him, he’ll wake you up with loving whispers to your ear to get you in the mood, but as soon as you spread your legs for him, he doesn’t hesitate to grasp your wrists and get rough with you

Slamming into you hard and fast, the headboard of the bed is rattling against the wall, squelching sounds echoing along your desperate moans

You’re his toy, his property and he doesn’t expect you to whine any protests when he pulls out and flips you around to get you on all fours, his forceful hands grabbing your hips before guiding his length back into your sloppy cunt

He’s thrusting into you ruthlessly, one hand tangled up in your hair and grasping a chunk of it while enjoying your whimpers

As he starts nearing his high, his hand wraps around your neck, pressing you down on your belly before starting a pace so rough that screams are scraping your throat. He leans himself over you and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, thrusting deep into you to release his seed with a primal grunt reverberating in his chest

There’s also times when Hawks tries to keep himself calm, choosing to get up and go stare out of the window at the slumbering city rather than take his anger out on your body

But when you just happen to shuffle out of the bedroom to get a glass of water, clad in nothing but lacy panties and a tiny tank top, he can’t help it, especially when your tender voice asks what he’s doing in the middle of the night

His golden eyes are dark as he advances you with a somewhat dismissive, almost condescending look on his handsome face. He comes just a little too close, making you take steps back as your heart skips a beat at his overpowering manner that you’re no stranger to

You let out a small whimper as he grasps your chin while looking down at your beautiful eyes, your hands shivering as you hesitatingly place them over your chest in a sign of distress

You’re his cute little baby bird who’ll give him whatever he wants, whenever he wants so when he commands you to take your fucking panties off, you obey like a good girl

Hoisting you up on the nearest counter, he’s eager to feel the softness of your wet walls that mold around him perfectly and moreover, so obediently as you only let out a little cry even though he’s being rough on you

With a bruising grip on the smooth skin of your ass, he’s fucking you mercilessly while growling degrading things into your ear

“You’re taking me like a good little slut”

“Spreading this pussy for me like a good girl”

“This fucking cunt belongs to me”

Your nails are digging on his back as you keep your legs open for him, knowing that he needs to fuck his stress away. His hot breath is tingling against the shell of your ear as he keeps pounding into you

Soon you can hear his humiliating words changing into grunts of pleasure as he’s getting closer to his bliss. Clinging onto him, you grit your teeth as he pulls almost out, only to slam back in

“I l-love you,“ you manage to stutter into his ear and that drives him over the edge

His wings start shuddering as he releases inside you, thick white ropes of hot cum covering your sore walls

He wraps his arms around you as you relax yourself against him, your body always aching and tired after getting used as a stress toy

But Hawks will always take care of you afterwards, carrying you to your bedroom, making sure you’re okay. He wraps his arms around you and tells you how much he loves you while planting small kisses on your forehead

You fall asleep in his arms, glad that you had been able to ease his stress that no one else could ever understand

#keigo takami #hawks x reader #hawks smut #dubcon

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hawksbunny · 9 months ago

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Hero and Sin

TW: Noncon, slight manipulation(?), unhealthy relationship

Keigo cupped the side of your head, gently guiding your face closer to his with a single hand. You were flustered, your nervous and wide eyes staring into his own. He was pretty nervous, too. You didn't know it yet, but tonight was the night he'll finally have you screaming and begging underneath him. He won't let his nerves get in the way again.

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Hawks was a good man. Really, he was! He helped tons of people on the daily. He brought so many smiles to so many faces that said faces became a blur of different colored skin over time.

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Keigo tentatively pecked your lips. He pulled back slightly, licking his lips and tasting your fruity lip gloss, before going for a longer kiss. “You taste so good.” He hummed while brushing his lips softly over yours and setting a slow pace while he eased you down onto your living room floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

The two of you had been playing a question game to get to know each other better, comfortably seated on the soft carpet. When you averted your gaze and shyly asked something overly personal just a few moments prior, he couldn't resist how cute you looked. He just had to act.

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Hawks was a hero. That automatically made him a good person. Only a good person would want to try saving others on a daily basis. Though, to him, it was more of a need than a want. It didn't matter if it was a dangerous villain or a petty thug. Regardless of everything he'd done, the blood on his hands, he was a hero.

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Even before Keigo stepped foot into your apartment unit, he only had one thing on his mind. So, he kept his legs crossed throughout the game. It didn't matter now. He was sure you could feel his excitement hiding in his pants as he easily glided his body between your legs. He knew you did when you squirmed a little.

He felt your small hum against his lips, your soft sigh caught between caressing kisses that he gradually turned rough and vehement. You didn't seem to mind, playing along and giving in to his passion. That was until he grinded his hips into yours. You turned your head to the side, effectively breaking off the short-lived hot makeout, much to his annoyance.

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Hawks had gotten used to being thanked by the people he saved. It wasn't that he took that gratefulness for granted. No. Even after a few years, he still took joy in receiving a simple ‘thank you’. It was just that the gratitude on those blurred faces became a familiar thing he'd grown to expect.

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“Kei… Keigo…” Your candied voice came out breathless. “Wait, I'm not comfo- Oh!” You yelped in shock when Keigo dropped his head to your neck, frozen while he harshly worked sharp canines into your skin. He heard your pained hiss, felt your hands that had threaded into his hair tug at the blonde strands with a painful tight grip. He groaned pathetically, humping you like a dog once more.

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People fawned over Hawks. They screamed his name happily whenever he was around. Actually, even when he wasn't around, he knew his name was still cheered, like it was a thing worth celebrating. Hawks was loved. Hawks was valued. Hawks was wanted.

But Keigo Takami? No, not Keigo. Keigo was filthy, sinful, disgusting. No one wanted Keigo, the son of a criminal, of a murderer. Not even Hawks wanted Keigo around. He didn't want Keigo lurking in the corners of his mind, whispering of bloodshed and bloodlines.

And so, Hawks kept Keigo hidden away where no one would find him.

Until you, that is.

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“Stop.” You mumbled weakly, still trying to yank his head back with both hands. He chose to ignore the fear and panic laced in your voice as he added a few more love bites to your neck. It didn't make sense in his head why you were now rejecting him. You loved him, didn't you? You told him so yourself.

“Keigo!” You started crying when he didn't budge an inch, even going as far as running his hands under your skirt and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties. You tried twisting away, but he quickly held you down with his feathers. Red bonded your wrists together, pinning them to the ground.

“Please! Don't!” Your breaths came out in short huffs. “Just wait-!” But he didn't want to wait anymore. He couldn't. He desperately wanted you, vulgar desires clouding his head. Vulgar desires that he started having the moment he realized his feelings for you. He knew the moment he bullied his cock into you, hit that sweet spot that'll make you see stars, you'll be singing a different tune. He just had to demonstrate that you secretly also wanted this.

After two years of friendship and about four months romantically involved, you had gained his trust. Hawks revealed Keigo to you, professing deep love and pure adoration while he was at it. You stayed, hearts in your eyes and sweetness in your smile. He fell more in love with you, promising himself to never let you go.

Keigo was the one who loomed over your naked body now, hands groping and gripping your curves while rocking his hips against yours at a quick pace. Your sweet cunt sucked him further into you, squeezing his cock deliciously tight. He pressed his nose to the crook of your neck, inhaling your pheromones gathered there.

“Please!” You choked out at a particularly hard thrust, sobbing as you turned your head away from him. He grabbed your chin, forced your gaze back to him. He wanted your eyes on him. Those pretty eyes of yours were wide open, dilated much like his, and glossy with fat tears that rolled down your face. It was cute that you cried over how good he made you feel.

“I know, Dove.” He cooed sweetly, giving in to his own delusions. “Just gimme a minute, yeah?” He paused momentarily to grab your legs and inch your knees to your ears before angling his hips just right and slamming back into you. He noticed the way your nails dug into your palms. He freed your wrists only to clasp your hands with his to keep you from drawing blood.

“You're so pretty, ya know that?” He was in your ear, chasing after his high while your velvet walls fluttered and squeezed around him. You responded with tiny whimpers, but that was okay. “‘Course, you do. You're my pretty slut. My pretty, little, confident whore.” Your cunt tightened around his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” He gasped, his breath unpleasantly fanning over your ear. “Baby, you're so fucking tight. Shit, you feel so good. So, so good f’me.” He panted and groaned, speeding up. You groaned along with him, hot tears stinging your eyes and blurring your vision. They spilled over as he continued to babble on. “Oh, holy shit, you take it so well.”

He pressed clumsy, desperate kisses to the bruises he marked on your neck, reaching down to your sloppy, wet pussy and gliding a finger over the folds until he reached your clit. He was close but he needed you to cum before he did. He couldn't leave his pretty dove unsatisfied. It just wouldn't be right.

Once your body stiffened and trembled underneath him, your cunt clumping down on his dick dizzyingly tight, he released his heavy load inside you, too pussydrunk to bother pulling out. He collapsed on top of you, twitching from his climax but still careful to not crush you. He pressed lazy kisses to your neck, murmuring ‘I love you’s to your skin.

“Love-” You gasped, too shaky to try pushing him away. “Love you-too.” Your voice strained and cracked. He kissed you before you started crying again.

Hawks was a noble hero and Keigo was a filthy sin, but you? Despite everything he'd done, you made both Hawks and Keigo feel clean.

#keigo takami #hawks x reader #hawks smut #reader smut #tw noncon #tw unhealthy relationship #tw manipulation #bunny writings

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