#Yandere hawks x reader

[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝐼𝒩 𝒜 𝑅𝒰𝒯 ؛ 𝓀𝑒𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓂𝒾

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ﾉ noncon ﾉ forced breeding ﾉ forced pregnancy ﾉ clit spanking ﾉ creampie ﾉ misogyny ﾉ rut ﾉ baby trapping ﾉ feral keigo ﾉ piss ﾉ marking ﾉ profanity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop pissing outside.”

“And what else?”

“And on the door.”

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

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

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

“No, Keigo. Not right now, I’m busy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Keigo, no!”

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

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

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Can't Leave Me

Pairing: Dark Hawks x (female) Reader

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

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Female Reader

SUMMARY: Seeing a darker side of Keigo has you rethinking your entire relationship. But it’s not like Keigo is planning on letting you go. 

WARNINGS: Murder; Kidnapping. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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His hand rubs comforting circles over the expanse of your back, innumerous apologies being mumbled as he kisses the crown of your head. 

“I should’ve eased you into it. I‘m so sorry, baby.” his tone is apologetic, almost regretful, but you can’t be bothered by that.

Not after what you witnessed. 

The queasiness in your stomach increases, and you swallow hard, closing your eyes in a poor attempt to control both yourself and the wave of nausea that threatens to rise. 

“Next time, I promise I’ll let you know beforehand, ‘kay? No more nasty surprises, I promise.” his cooing has you pushing your palms against the edge of the marble kitchen island, and you take a few stumbling steps backwards.

“I really thought you’d like to see my patriotic work.”

“You…” his golden eyes squint for a second when you dodge his hand from touching your arm, “That man-”

“He’s no one. Just some fucking dirtbag I caught the other day on patrol. No one even cares that he’s gone, if that makes you feel better.”

You look at him in bewilderment, unable to believe his words. Was Keigo - always so sweet and gentleman - trying to convince you that killing people was fine? That it was okay for his basement to have pools of blood and pieces of human limbs?

The pungent smell of fresh blood is still haunting your nose and you scrunch it, remembering the nasty scene your boyfriend presented you. 

When Keigo asked you to come to his house, telling you he had a surprise stored in his basement for you, your mind wandered to the idea of receiving a sweet gift.

Maybe a painting or a bracelet, anything with a romantic meaning. A normal thing. 

But when Keigo took you to his basement, chest inflated with pride at what he called “city scum cleaning” it wasn’t at all what you expected. 

“You’re worrying too much.” he sighs, his wings ruffling behind him. “I’m cleaning the city from the filthy scum, nothing else.”

“They’re human beings, Keigo. You can’t take justice into your own hands, that’s not your job.”

Keigo only shrugs his shoulders, disinterested at your attempt to bring some conscience to him.

“I know this upsetted you, baby, so why don’t we change the subject? How about we start making dinner and then watch a movie? I know you’re excited to see that new action movie, right?”

His proposition makes you feel sick to your stomach for more reasons than one, but the realization that your boyfriend is trying to distract you from the fact that he’s a serial killer is too much.

You need to leave. Immediately. 

But you’re scared. Terrified of becoming Keigo’s new addition to his basement, if he realizes that you’re not on his side. You’re not sure if he loves enough to spare you from such destiny.

You’re not sure of anything anymore. 

You shift the weight from one foot to the other, eyes drifting to the kitchen door. 

“I think…” your voice shakes, and you attempt to clear your throat, “Maybe I should go,  Keigo. I’m not…feeling great.”

His expression drops for a moment, cold anger being replaced with feigned sympathy so quickly that you almost believe you imagined it. 

“Sweet cheeks, if you’re not feeling well, then you can just sleep over.” he takes a minuscule step in your direction, his wings stretching behind him for a moment. Demonstrating their enormous size before he pulls them back.

A not very subtle threat.

“I can prepare a warm bath for you, and then get you in bed with some painkillers. How about that?” 

You shake your head, feeling helpless. 

“No, Keigo, it’s fine, really. I can just go home and-”

“Nonsense. Besides, I don’t like the idea of you all alone in your apartment, especially if you’re feeling sick.” he brushes you off, “I can’t have you puking or passing out when you’re on your own. What kind of boyfriend would that make me, am I right?” 

A few of his feathers gracefully fly in your direction, gently but effectively pushing you forward. 

The conflict inside your mind only fires up, but you’re hardly able to bitterly swallow down all the shabby excuses and useless begging that would only result in angering Keigo. 

Your body bumps against his and Keigo instantly wraps his arm around your waist, replacing the feathers that rejoin his wings. 

He kisses your cheek with an arm tightly gripping your waist, as if he’s waiting for you to bolt and run away. You’d be lying if you say the idea doesn’t seem awfully tempting.

Maybe if he looks away or gets distracted…maybe then  you could take the chance. 

“C’mon, let’s get you a bath, ‘kay? You’re really not looking too good.” 

The melancholic moonlight hits you in the face, seeping through the locked window. Your eyes are wide open, despite the ungodly time of the night. It’s quiet now, aside from the light cricket’s sounds and the occasional car speeding up through the street.

You barely move your head as you glance towards the fluorescent numbers of the digital clock on the bedside table next to you, careful enough to shift as little as you can.

The arm draped across your waist feels like a rope, keeping you bound to Keigo.

But it’s better than the red wing that lays wide open in all of its immense size, acting as a second blanket to your body, caging you to the bed with its oppressive weight. 

Despite your objections of becoming too hot during the night, Keigo still insisted on covering your body with it, shutting you down with a gentle kiss.

He sleeps soundly, his chest a few inches away from your chest, his deep calm breathing hitting your ear and neck. 

You can’t sleep. Your mind is too bothered, too upset to even consider something as futile as sleeping when there are more urgent necessities. Such as escaping this house. 

Keigo fell into a deep slumber a few hours ago while you remained awake, thinking about your next steps. You have to leave the bed, leave the house, leave him. 

But even the last step seems complicated when you can’t even pull yourself out of the bed - out of Keigo’s suffocating embrace. 

You’re frozen with fear, you begrudgingly admit. Scared of accidentally waking Keigo up and in the process, to wake a side of him that you don’t want to see. 

You have to do this.

The first step is to test the waters.

You take a deep breath, slowly shifting your body, your hand gently pushing his arm down and away from you. Nothing happens.

Your heartbeat speeds up as you embrace yourself for the final step. 

Looking down at the impending problem of escaping the red wing, you take the decision to slide underneath it. 

It’s awkward and embarrassing when you weirdly dive underneath the wing, squishing yourself against the bed as you try to touch the feathers as little as you can. They don’t pulse or move, remaining completely still as you make your escape. 

A relieved sigh gets caught in your throat when your feet touch the floor. Just a little more, you think, bending your body to slide down the curve of the bed. 

Premature hope makes your breathe faster. Maybe you can actually get away.

Oh god, you’re actually going to get away. 

Your whole body freezes for a scary moment when Keigo mumbles a few incoherent words, shifting and turning in bed, but thankfully he remains asleep. You can breathe again.

It’s a bit hard to walk in the darkness, only the dim light of the moon helping you guide yourself, as your feet take baby steps and you prod the walls with your hands until you finally find the closet room.

The door creaks slightly as you slowly close it, and you hold your breath for a moment. Nothing happens. 

You open the light, hoping it doesn’t infiltrate through the door’s crack and search the place with your eyes, looking for your clothes. Keigo kept them there before handing you one of his shirts earlier in the night, saying that it would be more comfortable for you to sleep in his clothes than in your outer clothes. 

It’s easy to find your shirt and pants, both of them tucked away in a corner of the room, the evident contrast between Keigo’s expensive clothing and your cheap casual outfit standing out. 

You quickly put them on, looking around for your purse before remembering that you had left it in the kitchen. Fuck. 

You close the light, and silently leave the closet. 

“Babe.” 

Your blood runs cold at the sight of Keigo casually standing in front of you, arms crossed in his chest. There’s no anger  in his face - nor sleepiness, you notice - but there are hints of annoyance. Did he really expect you not to try and run? 

“I’m kinda disappointed, I gotta say.” he shakes his head with a tired sigh. “I was really hoping you wouldn’t do anything stupid tonight. Guess I was wrong.”

“I wasn’t-” your words lose strength, and for a moment, the idea of dashing for the door with all of your speed seems incredibly enticing, “It’s not what you think.”

“Yeah? Pfft, c’mon, you seriously think you’re gonna fool me into believing any crappy excuse? Like I didn’t just catch you trying to sneak off on me?” he clicks his tongue, messy strands of blonde hair falling onto his forehead, “But you know what?”

It’s now. The moment he switches the flip on you and beats you and-

“Let’s continue this tomorrow, alright? It’s late, so how about we sleep on this and in the morning, we’ll talk.” 

You look at him, surprised. Isn’t he gonna drag you by the hair to his basement and beat you? 

Keigo directs you back to the closet, watching as you hesitate to change back into his shirt. 

“That was never gonna work, you know that, right?” he says. “It’s not like you could outrun me. I’m too fast for you, with or without quirk.”

When you get back on the bed, his wing covers you once again and his arm pulls you flush against his chest, suffocating you with his presence.

He kisses the nape of your neck. 

“Sleep tight.”

You wake up startled, mind buzzing with a chilling nightmare. Red blood and sticky viscera follow you even though you rise away from the realm of dreams. 

You breathe in. It was just a dream. 

Distant sounds coming from another room catch your attention and you remain quiet, catching the tiny rays of sunlight that come through the curtains, basking on pacific solitude. 

What are you supposed to do now? Relent and pretend that everything is peachy, to act as if the basement isn’t torture chamber and that your boyfriend isn’t some cold-hearted killer? 

You roll to the side, yelping when your leg gets caught on. 

A chain. 

A soft leather wrapped tightly around your ankle, connecting it to the links of metal that keep you in a short leash. There’s barely any length to it, meaning you won’t even be able to reach the bathroom if you need to. 

This can’t be real. 

You persistently rub your eyes, shaking your head as fear threatens to spill in the shape of a panic attack. 

Keigo wouldn’t do this. He can’t do this. He just can’t. 

Much to your consternation, you don’t wake up. This isn’t some wicked dream, after all. 

“No, no, please, no.” you cry, pulling and tugging on the solid chain with both of your hands. It doesn’t work, despite all the clicking it does. Doesn’t so much as move away from your ankle.

But it does make a shrilling noise and soon Keigo rushes into the room, a worried expression on his face before he understands what you’re doing. 

He plops next to you, firm hands pulling your shaky ones away from the chain, despite you not giving up and you yelp when he uses his strength to expertly twist your wrist, forcing you to let go of the chain.

“Keigo, please, don’t…don’t do this. I promise I won’t run away, I swear!” you plead, snot and tears pathetically dripping down your face as Keigo pulls you into his lap, a large hand securing both of your wrists. 

“Keigo…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Everything is fine, it’s all okay.” 

It only makes you cry harder. One of his hands rubs your back while the other holds the back of your neck, pushing your face to his chest. 

“C’mon, don’t cry.  You know how awful that makes me feel.” he presses a gentle kiss to your head, rocking your bodies back and forth, comforting you as if you were a child throwing a tantrum.

“You left me no choice. You were gonna leave me, abandon me like I never meant anything to you.” his voice is almost quiet and you know that if you looked up, his face would resemble a kicked puppy.

It almost makes you feel bad until the stupid chain in your ankle clinks, reminding you that Keigo isn’t a good man. 

“But it’s okay now. I know you’re not happy with… our current situation, but you’ll soon see it my way. I’m doing this for you - for us.” 

His arms tightened around your wriggling body, keeping you close to him. 

“I’m not letting anything get between us. Not even you.”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

What about a yandere Hawks with a darling who collects his feathers (they think he just sheds them, really he leaves some for them so he can feel them caress a part of him and so he can track them), and leaves him some shiny trinkets, basically courting him/accepting his courting bird style?

Yandere Hawks x Collector Reader

You like collecting things it's just a matter of fact 

And Hawks just loves to take advantage of that

Always making a speed appearance near you before ‘shedding’ a feather right at your feat

You hesitate before starting your collection, considering you know the basics of the hero’s quirk 

But when it seems unresponsive and you can never get close enough to return it

Now usually Hawks will participate in more of an intense dance in flight 

But you’re not exactly going to fly up and join him when he shows off how cool of a flier he happens to be

And the lovely little trinkets you ‘leave behind’

Happen to be from your house

Or discarded in the trash

Or off your sleeping person

But since your returning his affection 

He figures you both will benefit from the final piece to both your collections

Each other

And you might freak out 

You might kick and scream

And claim you were just collecting because you could

But frankly, your beloved Hawks could care less

Since you like collecting so much you’ll understand eventually

[fluff-n-cookies]

having Hawks as your Body Guard.

it simply came to be like an epiphany from whatever deity lies from above. Body gaurd AU, as always fem reader, reader is 7-3 years old, and shy, hawks is a soft yandere, and Platonic.

Now in this AU Hawks is a body guard for people who need body guarding and since you have a pretty well known and wealthy family in this AU you are considered to be a prime target for well, bad people, ya' know?

anyway so hawks recently gets a call to be a body guard for your family now hawks is okay with this but the problem is when he realizes HE IS TAKING CARE OF YOU.

like your this tiny little thing that doesn't even speak that much how is he going to survive taking care of you EVERY DAY?

it just so BORING.

but hey, they pay well. (and he hears that the family's main body guard is Endeavor so there's that too)

so he gets there, standard procedure, nothing too interesting getting the names of his ward, where he'll be taking you etc.

and then he actually meets you and boring stuff happens, he tries to talk to you and then talk to Endeavor but being a child and a shy one at that you're not someone who he'd call fun.

he picks you up from your school, drives you to your house, another person's house (your moms friend) house, doctor appointment, barricades you from other people you know the drill.

it probably isn't until you're in danger that he actually starts to care. I'm guessing burglar that tries to hold you hostage.

because something inside him just clicks.

he suddenly has his feeling of unease and discomfort when he doesn't know where you are and when you're not by his side.

Mama Bird mode is activated.

he also finds that he wants to interact with you more, and gets closer to you. as in helping fix your hair, playing with you and then helping you clean up, and wanting to just really interact with you more.

has you hold his hand and lead the way to all your favorite places and he eyes everyone else to see if they're a threat.

since you're so shy, Keigo takes it upon himself to answer the questions you didn't even ask, alike you could be at the zoo, and eye a random animal for too long and he'll be spitting facts all like "did you know that Butterflies can taste with their feet, using something called Chemoreceptors that help them to identify plants! cool right?" and stare at it for even longer and he's buying you a plushie, it's over, you are getting that plushie!

and when your family is out in public he just kinda

and it's so fucking funny, he just barricades you so much the media doesn't have a single photo of you that your parents have not posted. and Keigo anonymously keeps reporting it so they take those posts down, HE CANNOT HAVE ANYONE ELSE HAVE YOU YOU"RE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD.

oh my god, if you talk to him more than you normally would with anyone else, he can and will look so damn smug, he loves the fact that not even your Parents have what you have with him.

at some point Mama Bird mode is Elevated, he just can't take it anymore, he fucking applies to be a nanny.

I'll write for endeavor and miruko in this Au on monday and tuesday respectively maybe a little before that if I'm too impatient.

[novasdarling]

Hawks requests you say??? How about yan hawks with a darling that has been kidnapped for like a month or two now. Darling has been getting a bit bored so hawks is giving them freedoms (like outside time, getting to choose what movie they watch etc.), in exchange for physical and verbal affection. Like darling gets to choose the movie if they cuddle with him for the entire thing.

He would, so many yanderes would, but him especially. Hey, it's a win-win for him. Gets what he wants and sees reader happy.

I rushed it at the end a little sorry!

Give and Take

TW: Kidnapping, Dubcon, Smut, Broken Bones, Female Reader, Stockholm Syndrome

The room was dull, with little decor in it. Hawks had stated it was cause he didn't like when rooms were too busy. He was worried he would bump into something. Bang his wings against a shelf or table. Meaning any decor you wanted to make the place feel like anything other than a jail cell was limited. Hawks had allowed you to decorate certain rooms. Let you bring a few things from your own place. Items he had managed to go back and get. A few picture frames, books, and a few other trinkets. Yet, it was still limited. You couldn't stand looking at the plain walls and bare rooms. The same thing, day in and out. It drove you nuts.

The worst was when it was a nice day out. Sun shining, and a warm breeze. A day you wouldn't be able to actually enjoy. You weren't allowed out, even after all this time he was still worried you would run. You learned your lesson the last time you tried. The memory of hearing your bones snap under his hands still haunted you. A punishment that made its marks on your mind. You hadn't run since then.

You were seated in the living room. On the huge sofa, he had ordered before he brought you home. For the sole purpose of its size, large and soft. Perfect for afternoon naps with each other and movie night cuddles. Words that made you want to puke once. Kicking and screaming when he dragged you to it on those nights. After some time, you eventually became indifferent to it. Though on days when he was out busy saving the city. You could enjoy the softness of it. The comfort it brought when it was just you on it.

"Sweetie, I'm home."

Of course, the comfort never lasted long. Hawks was practically singing those words as he opened the front door. Locking the multiple locks behind him. Most needing a key only he had. Before you would grow angry and hopeless as each lock clicked shut. Now, there was only a gentle laugh leaving your lips. The locks weren't what was keeping you in anymore.

"How was your day." Hawks had made his way to you, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Same as always. Boring, nothing to do."

"That's unfortunate."

Hawks didn't care to hear you complain. He never did, shutting you down before you could go any further. Now, if you had a complaint. It was short and vague. Something he could hear before interrupting. Something you could slip in before he shut you down.

"It's really nice outside." You were staring out at the patio.

"I guess, though a bit too hot for my liking. I was sweating all day."

That was a lie. He was just saying that to keep you from asking to go out. From asking to go on the patio like you used to do. You had no idea why he was so reluctant to let you on it. It was completely blocked off from other apartments. No other patios could see in. Plus you two were at the top of the building. No one could look down in on it. There was no way you could call for help, that anyone would see you. You were curious if he would ever let you on it, or if it just was for show now. A reminder even in your "home", you weren't welcomed in some areas.

"What's the point of having a balcony if you won't let me use it."

"Oh, well I never use it myself anyway. Just came with the place."

"Keigo" He preferred when you used his real name. A small form of vulnerability he shared with you. "You have a whole patio set out there. You're telling me you never used it?"

Hawks gazed at the furniture out there, then back at you. He didn't like the look you gave him. One that told him you had him. No one owned several outdoor chairs, a table and umbrellas when they didn't use them. Not to mention from what you could see. Some of the chairs looked quite used.

"Well," He was thinking of a comeback. "It's too dangerous for you out there."

That was a lie. You tried to argue with him. Stating no one could see you out there. That you were safe. The railings were high enough that you couldn't jump. Even if he feared that, you wouldn't mind just going out with him. Letting him babysit you while you soaked in the sun. You tried to reason and bargain with him.

"I said no." His tone was telling you not to push on. "Plus, you haven't shown me you deserve it." Hawks' smile was filled with condescending intent.

That piece of shit.

The topic was dropped, but your mind raced through his words. If you were going to be here for the rest of your miserable life with him. You needed to make the most of it. Try to make things normal. Before you were simply cruising on autopilot. Not fighting him anymore, but not actively engaging in his wants and needs. Possibly, it was time things change. That you actively engaged with your new life. A thought that didn't make you want to scream and hurl insults at him like it did in the first few weeks.

The day went by as usual. Hawks got takeout from his favourite restaurant. Both of you ate, him making most of the conversation while you answered with a "that's impressive." or a "you're so good at your job." every time he paused. Compliments that made his wings puff with pride. Once these words made you nauseous, but now they were just words. They made him happy, which meant you were happy. You began to tune him out enough to listen to your thoughts. Starting to think of what he had said earlier "you haven't shown me you deserve it." and what he meant by that. You hadn't made an attempt to run in a long time. Surely that was worth something. You had been good that way, proved you wouldn't run anymore. Why did you have to prove you were good for him anyway? He was the one who kidnapped you. He was treating you like a dog. Do a trick and you'll get a treat.

"Hey, did you hear what I said?"

"Oh," You had heard, at least enough to answer. "yeah, you saved someone from a hostage situation. Very brave."

Brave or attention seeking, who knows.

"Reminds me of the first time we met. When I saved you in that museum." Satisfaction was littered across his face.

How could you forget? The day that ended your life. It had been like any other day. You were a volunteer at the museum, showing a school class around. You were just trying to get some experience to get a job you actually liked.

Around each exhibit, you went. Showing relics from civilizations that didn't exist anymore. Bones of creatures that no longer roamed the earth. That was when it happened. A sudden sound of shots, people hitting the floor. The door leading in and out of the exhibit was shut and blocked. Three men yelling, brandishing guns. You weren't sure what exactly happened. All you remember is getting the kids to hide in a corner. Keeping them as far from the men as possible. It only lasted a few moments apparently. Hawks had cut their plans short. Swopping in and pinning the men with his feathers. Assuring everyone that they were safe now with that stupid smile plastered on his face. That was when you two first met. After the cops had shown up, taking over. You wanted to thank him, along with the kids that wanted to meet the mighty Hawks. He had been so sweet and kind to the kids and you. He had been charming, you could understand how so many fell for his trap. How you fell for it too.

After that day, he began to show up more and more in your life. Little bump-ins, him just showing up to the museum when you were there. You had believed his lies of wanting to make sure he hadn't missed anything, wanting to go over the scene again and again. That was the start. Then there were coffee dates, evening dates, and extravagant gifts. All until he had gotten bored of taking things at the normal pace, or in his words. Taking things slow. Before you knew what was happening. You were here, in his house with locks on every door leading out.

"That was the best day of my life, meeting you. Seeing how you cared for those kids. Putting yourself in front of them. You're one of the few truly good people out of there."

He was prompting you. You could either smile and thank him, or perhaps try something different. After all, he did say you hadn't been good. That was why you couldn't be on the patio. Couldn't have some safe freedoms.

"Thank you, but compared to what you did that day and do every day. It was nothing."

Hawks had paused eating, looking at you like he was curious about where this was going. This wasn't your usual answer. You seldom talked so much unless it was to complain or beg.

"I mean you save people every day without a second thought. Who knows what would have happened without you."

"Yeah, I guess your right. Who knows what would have happened without me." Hawks smirked like a child who was being praised for good grades. Continuing to eat his dinner, smiling throughout the rest of the meal. You had done something right.

You watched him for the rest of the evening. Noticing how much cheerier he was than usual. He was kinder and more lenient than normal. It made you begin to think of his words from earlier "you haven't shown me you deserve it." Was this what he meant, completing him, playing into his little fantasies of a perfect little couple. Like you two were in love. Indifference wasn't good enough for him anymore. It seemed like he wanted more if you were going to ask for things.

For a few weeks, you tested this theory. Complimenting him without any prompts. Kissing him before he left for work and when he got home. It was the small things that made him happy. Hawks began to give into your wants more. Letting you help pick a place to order takeout from. Allowing you to pick the movie or show for the night. He even allowed you to use the TV when he was out at work. Small things that made your cage more comfortable.

It must have been a month or two before your mind wandered to the patio. It would be a big ask, meaning something big in return would need to be given. Hawks had never pressured you for sex. No, he demanded kisses and touches, but not sex. You were glad for that, but his touches began to linger longer as the days went on. You realized it would eventually be requested, or he'd let it fester and cause a fight. Either you could wait, or take it into your own hands. It became a question not when or how you wanted it, but rather which was the better of the two choices. A big ask would need a big return.

You made your choice after a few days. Deciding to take things into your own hands. You had this chance to decide when and how sex with Hawks would go. Something for you, and something for him.

Waiting for the perfect opportunity, you found it. It was after a hard day for Hawks. He had spent half the day chasing a criminal down. One he had been looking for, for weeks. Finally, he had managed to track him. Made the arrest and was the city's hero once again. He was happy, but exhausted. Now was the time. Before you knew it, you two were on the couch, making out. He was enjoying himself, letting his hands roam. Moaning into the kiss. It was now or never. Quickly, you made your way onto his lap. Wrapping your legs around his waist, balancing on your knees. It was a lot, more than you had given him before. The most intimacy you had initiated. You felt Hawks pause for a moment, surprised at your actions.

"What are you-" Hawks pulled away, enough to look you in your eyes.

"I think I'm ready, I-I think I can..." You couldn't finish it, but you knew he understood.

Hawks pulled away further. Allowing himself to look at your whole face. Trying to read your expression. Hawks was a professional at reading people. He knew how to tell when people were lying, and when they were dishonest. There was none in your face. He could tell you wanted this, he just couldn't tell why.

"Ready for what? Use your words, sweetheart."

He was living for this. Living to hear you beg for him, to want him out of your own free will. Or at least as free as it could be in this situation. You told him what you wanted, that you wanted him. Oh, the look he gave you was terrifying. Full of desire, with a predatory element to it. Like he was a starved man, finally finding out his trap had worked. That finally he was going to eat tonight.

Before you knew it, Hawks had picked you up. Taking you to the bedroom. A part of you was thankful that he wasn't just going to take you on the couch. That he would offer some form of comfort for you.

The bed was soft, swallowing you whole while Hawks stood at the end of the bed. Staring down at you, as if he was waiting for you to beckon him down.

"If-If you want me to stop. Let me know, please." He was nervous, you could tell. His voice was a bit shaky.

Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome finally taking full effect, but you found his words comforting, and endearing. He was letting you have some control. The first taste of control he let you have since bringing you here.

Things had started off slow. Hawks letting you set the pace at first. Allowing you to let him know when you wanted more than just kissing, more than simple touches over the clothing. You were the one to pull him down towards you. Letting him hover over you on the bed. You were the one to deepen the kiss. The one to slide your hand under his shirt. Feeling his skin, allowing your fingers to rake over his muscles. For someone who fought for a living, his skin was somehow so soft. Leaning further in, wanting more of him. He felt soothing like this was something you two had done times before. It felt familiar.

Hawks was hovering over you, letting his tongue explore your mouth. He was being needy, and desperate, but you could tell he was holding himself back. He was waiting for you to allow him more.

Your fingers began to slightly lift his shirt, trying to get him to remove it. It wasn't long until Hawks was stripped of his shirt, and moved onto his pants. Leaving him just in his boxers. Even if some part of you still wanted to fight him day and night, you couldn't help but marvel at his beauty. It was clear why he had so many fans, especially those who ogled him. He had the charm and the looks.

His hands were back on you, helping you move further up the bed until you both lay in the middle. His lips quickly attached themselves to your neck. Kissing and sucking any spot he could get to. You couldn't help but moan when he laid his lips on one spot. Even if you were about to have sex with him, it embarrassed you to enjoy his touches so much.

Hawks' hands were beginning to move under your clothes. Trying to peel them off, though he refused to let his lips part from your skin. Stopping his efforts. You couldn't help, but laugh. His movements weren't smooth. They were rushed and needy as he finally parted from your neck. Getting your shirt and pants off. Leaving you just in your underwear. Hawks had rarely seen you naked. He had given you your space when you changed, or when you bathed. Leaving the room or turning around. But now he was staring shamelessly. His eyes were wide as he watched as you sat up on the bed. Him kneeling beside you while you used your elbows to prompt you up.

"Is-is something wrong?"

You couldn't understand why he was pausing now.

"No" He was now leaning over you, slowly pushing you back down on the bed. "Of course not. It's just that, that I've never seen someone as beautiful as you before." Leaning down, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "How am I so lucky to have you."

He was sweet talking you, but this was different than his normal flirting. It seemed more meaningful. He wasn't just flirting to bother you, to make you flustered. He wasn't using the charm he put on for the camera. This wasn't an act. This was him. Awkward and attempting to be meaningful. He wasn't being Hawks, he was Keigo with you now.

It wasn't long until he was pulling his boxers down. Letting you see just how hard he was just from kissing. You'd never seen him bare, at least not on purpose. He wasn't small, but he seemed more reasonable. Having more width than length. You followed suit and took off your underwear. You both were fully bare now. Both ready for things to move forward, yet unable to push it. Staying in place for a few moments. Hearts pounding, until Hawks made the first move. His fingers finding their place in between your legs. Letting them play with the fat of your inner thigh before moving up. Sliding his fingers up and down between your folds. Getting you used to his touch, getting you used to him being so intimate. It wasn't long until his fingers found their way into you. He was slow, letting only one finger in. Taking his time to allow you to adjust. You closed your eyes, taking in his touch fully. He felt good, it felt nice to have him touching you in a way you wanted. He was doing this to make you feel good. As his finger began to slowly pump in and out of you. Warming you up, getting you ready for him. It wasn't long until he was able to move a second finger in. He was slow. Watching your face to see if you showed any discomfort. Trying to make sure you enjoyed this as much as him. The oddness and discomfort were fading away. It was beginning to feel nice. You were enjoying it and there was nothing you could do to hide the moans escaping your lips. If only your eyes were open to watch how Hawks was looking at you. To see how he marvelled at you. The way he looked at you, reading every little change in facial expression. Wanting nothing more than to give you everything.

It wasn't long until Hawks had his mouth back on you. This time in between your legs. Kissing your inner thighs before attaching his lips to your clit. Your hands gripped the sheets. Trying to ground yourself. Hawks had always put on such a front, acting like your comfort and needs would come second as long as his were met. This time, your needs seemed to be first.

Your back was arching. You were pushing your body lower. Trying to get closer to his mouth. Wanting more. Both his fingers and mouth were making you feel amazing. His name left your lips. Begging for more. You could feel his smile against your skin. He was enjoying this perhaps more than you.

It wasn't long until the feeling in your stomach started. The heaviness of it, like it was begging to be released. He was bringing you closer and closer. You needed it so badly. You hadn't realized, but a "please" had left your lips. Making Hawks pump his fingers slightly faster. Hitting your spot. Tipping you over the edge. Making you finish on his mouth.

You still had your eyes closed, trying to level out your breathing before looking at him. Even with your eyes closed, you knew what look he would have on his face. A smile bigger than anything you'd seen. It would be full of pride. What you missed what how his mouth and chin were now covered in you. Something he was immensely proud of.

"You liked that?"

Of course, he would need you to confirm it. He knew the answer but wanted you to admit it. Wanted you to acknowledge that Hawks the hero, Keigo the kidnapper, could make you feel like this. Could make you cum on his tongue.

Nodding was enough for him. He made his way back on top of you, hovering over you. If only you could see how hard he was. How badly he wanted you. How precum was now leaking from him.

Your eyes shot open when he began to push in. Although he had warmed you up, you were still trying to adjust. It didn't hurt, rather it felt good. Inch by inch he pushed into you. His lips on yours, swallowing your moans. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

Once he was fully in. He took a moment before he began to move slowly. Pumping in and out of you. It didn't take long for Hawks to get carried away. He couldn't help, but begin to move faster. Letting his head rest on your neck. Moaning into your skin. He was desperate. Frantic for his own release. His hands sliding under you, grabbing at your ass. Trying to lift you further into him. Mumbling into your skin, praises, rants about how long he's waited. Any type of restraint was gone. He was back to now seeking his own release.

It didn't hurt, rather it felt good. More than you were ready for, but moans still left your mouth. Your hands went to his back. Settling by the base of his wings. Letting your fingers stroke the base. Causing Hawks to shudder and moan at the feeling. Begging you to do it again.

It must have only lasted a few minutes because before you knew it. Hawks had grunted into your neck and his body twitched before stilling. He laid on top of you for a bit. You wanted to laugh, you found it amusing how the oh-great Hawks didn't last long in bed. But in some odd way, it was endearing. To have such a man fall so easily.

Hawks got both of you cleaned up before getting back into bed. It would be stupid to ask for anything right now. He would see it as a betrayal. That you were just using him. You would wait till later. Hoping it would work. Tomorrow evening perhaps, when you had the energy. For now, you would just curl into him. Enjoying this moment.

[ghostsy]

Birds of Prey

WARNINGS: yandere, nsfw, noncon, abuse, blood, possessiveness, implied kidnapping, implied imprisonment

A/N: the fic i wanted to post is taking too long, so pls enjoy a not very short, not very sweet, slightly unhinged hawks drabble

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! HAWKS X READER

“You’re mine, you know?”

“You’re insufferable, you know?” 

A laugh, deep and raspy, filled the space between them as his head fell back in surprise. Though, the fingers digging like claws into the skin of her waist betrayed his irritation.

He brought his face to her own, smile turning razor sharp; that ever present glint in his eyes, while entertained, sparked with a dare she was too stubborn to ignore, no matter the ensuing consequences.

“Pretty pretty Bird,” His tongue poked out from his canines, swiping up to lick the tip of her nose, “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

Rather than recoil in disgust, she leaned closer, fingers threading in his golden locks, “Selfish, mindless, animal,” Each word enunciated with a sharp tug, “Ruin all you like,” Her lips brushed against his ear, and she was met with a pleasured groan, “I’ll ruin you right back.”

“Fuck,” His hips bucked upwards, his clothed hardness grinding against her in a failed attempt to soothe the growing ache, “You promise?”

It was her turn to laugh; it was sharp and spiteful, and she leaned back on his lap to meet his eyes, hands falling to his face to trace the sharp curve of his jaw in resigned admiration, “What makes you think you’ll like it?”

His own hands trailed from her waist to squeeze at the fat of her thighs, fingers sinking like talons as they spread her further, pulling her into him.

“Oh, my pretty Bird,” A hand moved to brush under her shirt, ghosting against the skin, and bringing goosebumps to the surface, “If it’s you,” Dextrous, devious fingers worked their way underneath her bra, “I’ll love it.” 

Despite her resolve, a whimper escaped her lips, and the predator under her pounced, shoving her back onto the mattress below them.

Blood red wings spread behind him, and eyes glowing with the celebration of premature victory, he looked like some harbinger of death, beautiful in all his glory, but come to rip her to shreds, and feast on her insides with that golden smile.

She wasn’t far off, she realized bitterly. Though, her chance at revenge came sooner than anticipated when he dove forward, shoving his tongue past her parted lips, licking the taste of her mouth from inside while he tore at her clothes.

And, steeling her nerves, she bit down, teeth tearing into the intruder, replacing the taste of spit with syrupy copper. Her reward came in the form of a strangled groan as he ripped himself from her.

“Fuck—!” A curse, low and raspy with the interruption of dribbling blood.

The sight before her was enough to send her heart leaping to her throat, embers of satisfaction dying as quickly as they lit. If he had looked like a harbinger of death before, now, with the back of his hand swiping crimson to smear across his cheek, feathers puffed and poised to attack, and hair falling to shadow his eyes, the man above her was a type of demon king she tried to force herself not to regret awakening.

He spat to the side, blood dripping from his lips, and turned back to her with a smile more sinister and sharp than she thought him capable of showing. Slowly, he pulled at his own shirt to reveal a body too sculpted and too pretty to belong to him.

“Caged Bird has teeth, does she?” He breathed, “It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, baby.”

“The only game I’m interested in,” She growled, “Is one where you lose.”

She had already scanned the room when she’d woken up dizzy and groggy and surrounded by a space all too familiar but not her own. He hadn’t even bothered with chains. Cocky bastard. There was no place to go where he couldn’t follow, but she’d be damned if she just laid there and took it.

She held her breath, and the pause between them was interrupted by a low, building chuckle that raised in volume and pitch until he fell forward in a fit of giggles underlaid with a twisted and angry amusement.

Lifting his gaze to hers, she found his eyes burning through her with the giddy anticipation of a hawk playing with its food. The condescension was enough to stroke her own need to fight, and she forced a sardonic smile despite her growing unease.

“What? Too much?” Swollen lips pulling into a sneer, “I thought you said you’d love it if I ruined you.”

He snorted, eyes moving to sweep across her body: fabric hanging in threads from her skin, lacey undergarments serving as her only decoration, traces of his blood smearing her lips, and tears that pooled at the corners of her eyes. Too stubborn to give him the satisfaction of falling. God, did he love this woman.

“Between the two of us, little Bird,” He leaned forward, taking her jaw in a bruising grip, and forced her gaze to his own, “I’d say you’re plenty ruined yourself.”

There was a twitch in her brow that sated his ego, and he pushed forward to give her a peck, retreating with the quickness of a man who had learned his lesson. For now, he reminded himself.

“Though,” Still, he couldn’t help but push, “Not nearly ruined enough.”

And he surged forward, taking her throat in one hand, and forced her backwards into the pillow; her legs flailed while her hands shot up to claw at his own. It was time to give her a little lesson of his own.

He settled himself between her thighs, ripping the last of her coverings to leave her bare and thrashing. Her heels kicked at his back, lips parting in short, sharp gasps.

“Fuck–fucking–” A strangled whine, “Bast–bastard–”

“Come on now, Birdie,” He leaned forward, fingers flexing, “If you don’t have anything nice to say,” Nose to nose, his canines gleaming, “You don’t say anything at all.”

With the twitch of her jaw, she pursed her lips, refusing to consider the consequences, and sent a glob of spit flying right at his face, watching with glee as it splattered under his eye. 

He jerked back in surprise, releasing her neck to swipe at the offended cheek. Through a fit of raspy coughs, her chest sparked with a sort of vindicated satisfaction.

Her victory was short lived, however, and a burning smack echoed in the empty space, whipping her face sideways, a ringing in her ears growing to match her blurring vision. The strength of a hero, she thought sarcastically.

It was her turn to spit out blood, before her eyes rolled back to him, angry, but cautious. His fingers worked at his belt buckle, and he shirked off his pants in her momentary incapacitation, entirely unbothered by his own sudden show of violence. 

She did her best to avoid looking at the monster between his legs, and, like any sign of weakness, he seized the opportunity to mock her.

“Fight all you like, pretty Bird,” A hand was back on her throat, tight, but not squeezing, “But you and I both know this only ends one way.”

She knew she was only delaying the inevitable, but the ache of bruised pride burning in her chest insisted on hurting him back. Hurting him more than he would ever hurt her. Because he would hurt her.

Her hands moved back to his chest, pushing as he wrenched her thighs apart, “Fucking villain,” She’d lost her appetite for this game of theirs, opting instead to let her acidic resentment pour outwards, “Get off.” After all, words were her only true defense.

In a flash his free hand took hold of one frantic wrist, “Villain? I can be a villain,” His face twitched in irritation, and her bones screamed under the force of his fingers, “Keep pushing, and I’ll break it.” 

The sudden flip had her hands falling limp, retreating in shock once he released her wrist, and balling into fists beside her head. And as fast as it came, the darkness left him, only that treacherous smugness remaining.

She cursed herself for her fear, put off by the unpredictability of his own emotional landmines. But still, she squared her face back to a disdained neutral, unwilling to show more weakness than he’d already sniffed out.

He pumped at his length, positioning it at her entrance. She was damp, but not nearly prepared enough for the size of him, and he hummed, fingers dipping down to toy at her clit, sending her hips jolting upwards in regretful anticipation.

“Say something nice, baby,” He breathed lazily, “Say something nice, and I’ll make you feel good, too.”

There was a beat as they stared at each other, “I…” She whispered, a growing conflict in her eyes. He leaned down, lips brushing against her own.

“Yeah?” His hot breath spread across her cheeks, “C’mon Birdie, I wanna hear something pretty come from that filthy mouth of yours.”

They were nose to nose, golden eyes piercing into her own, each pair glowing with emotions too loud to speak, “I,” Breathy and wanton, “Would,”

“Yeah? You’d what?”

“Rather fucking die.”

For the hundredth time that night he was taken aback, incredulous laughter his only response as he pulled away from her, eyes snapping back to her own with a promise he’d been eager to fulfill.

“Suit yourself,” And he shoved inside.

A yelp, surprised and pained, “Fuck–!”

He was only halfway in, and rather than let her adjust, he sunk his nails into her thighs as leverage, and forced himself further. She whined in pain, a coat of crimson serving as response around his pulsing length, and he moved to trap her hands in his own, fingers intertwined.

“Tight like a virgin, huh, little Bird?” Once fully sheathed, he set a brutal pace, the head of his cock bruising her cervix with each greedy thrust. His face dipped down to lick a stripe up her stomach, trailing marks up her chest and throat with gnashing tongue and teeth.

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” She bit out, trying and failing to pull her hands from his crushing grip, “Wouldn’t know wet pussy if it—mmgh!—if it smacked you in the face.”

He huffed another laugh, “Don’t tempt me, baby,” His hands released her own to dig into the fat of her ass as he pulled her hips upwards and into his own with a renewed violence, grunting as her knees dug spitefully into his sides. 

Her newly free fingers clawed at his back, and despite his earlier threat, he seemed to revel in the streaks of red she tore in the skin between his wings, responding in kind with a hiss of masochistic pleasure.

“Not my fault the only way to get your dick wet,” A sharp, pained gasp, “Is to make a girl bleed.”

There was a glint in his eye that brought back her unease, and one of his sinful hands flew to the space where they met, finger pressing with irritating accuracy into her bundle of nerves. His other readjusted to push one leg to her chest, pausing his movement.

“Pain not a good enough lesson for you?” A too bright smile, “Fine with me,” That gleam in his eye sparkled with a sadistic satisfaction, “How ‘bout we see how many times I can make you cum ‘til you pass out.”

And the thrusts returned, chasing his own pleasure while the hand at her clit swirled in circles and stars, faster and faster until a whine more pleasured than pained escaped her lips.

“Like you–fuck–” She groaned as his fingers sped their motions, cock rocking into her with a deliciously savage rhythm she dared not acknowledge, “Like you fucking could–” A moan, full and long, drowned out her words, and her nails dug crescents into his shoulders.

He only hummed in response, her clit twitching under his thumb, “What’s that, Birdie?” A pulsing ache formed in her gut, “Words, baby, use your words,” Her pussy squeezed against his member in a way that had him groaning.

“Fuck you.”

“With pleasure, little Bird.”

He drew his hips back, pulling out of her dripping entrance to tease the hole with his tip, before diving back inside with unfairly gratifying precision against that spongy, tingling spot inside of her. Faster and faster, her bundle of nerves pulsed greedily under his fingers, and her teeth tore into her lip, trying to will the pleasure away, or, more shamefully, will it to peak.

Suddenly, and without warning, there was a blooming inside her that had her eyes rolling backwards, open mouthed moans raising in volume in an attempt to settle the warm buzzing between her thighs.

Though, she couldn’t find it within herself to care about the knowing smirk that pulled at his lips, too focused on his continued thrusts, and the quick rebuild of overwhelming pleasure.

“What are you–Stop!” A groan as he released her clit in favor of throwing both of her legs over his shoulders, and pressed against her chest, fucking into her at an angle that had her seeing stars, “What are you doing?!”

“If I’m correct, baby Bird,” He smiled, turning to press a quick kiss to her thigh, “You’re still conscious,” She growled as he nipped at the skin, but a particularly harsh push inside her cut the murderous thoughts short, “Which means we’ve still got a ways to go.”

His words were smug, but the growing sloppiness of his movements betrayed his own pleasure. Her eyes widened in realization, and her fingers leapt to pull and push at his back, tearing at what feathers she could reach in an attempt to get him off of her. Get him out of her.

“Not inside,” She rasped, “Don’t do it inside–”

“Hmm?” A mocking tilt of his head, “No? You don’t want me to fill you up?” One hand shifted to deliver a harsh slap to her ass, “Breed you like a needy little bitch?”

“Fucking—get off—get off!” She shrieked, beating at his shoulders, “Fucking psycho!”

“Well, that’s not very nice, now is it?” His hips were stuttering, and before she could stop herself, the words shot out through her lips.

“Please,” A couple stray, humiliated tears as she whimpered his name, “Please, not inside. Please, don’t cum inside!”

“Oh, so you do know how to talk pretty,” He breathed, fingers massaging at her abused flesh, “I was beginning to worry.”

“Please,” She swallowed her spit and her pride, “Please–”

“That’s right,” He was panting now, lips meeting her neck, teeth sinking in to add to the ring of bruises, “Beg me some more.”

Throwing her dignity out the window, she obliged, pleas working in tandem with the savage strokes of his cock, trying and failing to ignore her own mounting pleasure until finally he stilled, pouring deep inside her with a raspy groan, and sending her once again over that dreaded and savored edge.

“What’d I tell you, Birdie?” He ignored the defeated, broken whines that left her while they both returned to reality, “You’re mine.”

As his eyes trailed down the collage of her forming bruises, he was sure he bore his own battle scars, heart strangely skipping at the thought. She was his, but he had long belonged to her. A fact he’d hoard to himself as long as he could.

He caught his breath, readjusting to brush sweaty strands of hair from her forehead to behind her ear, pressing a reverent kiss to her temple before pulling away. It was a gesture entirely too soft, and she could have forgotten it was the monster above her had it not been for his next words.

“Oh don’t cry, my broken little Bird,” That vicious golden grin was back, “I’m not even close to done with you yet.”

Looking down at the ruined little thing shaking underneath him, he felt a type of satisfaction one only gets from dethroning a queen, fight fucked out of her. Not for good, he reminded himself gleefully. His pretty Bird was too stubborn for that. His softening cock twitched to life at the thought.

The flare of her nostrils sent lightning in his veins as she growled, “I’ll ruin you,” The words were venomous, humor sucked out in favor of acidic hatred, but his chest only vibrated with a sadistic urge to play, “I’ll fucking ruin you.”

“Ruin all you like, baby,” Breath wet and hot, shaking with anticipation, “I’ll ruin you right back.”

[yandere-romanticaa]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[i-cant-sing]

Hawks may go on about how he’s buddying up to toddler reader to get in Endeavor’s or Dabi’s pants, but i know he loves that little kid. He’s equally obsessed with toddler y/n

OBVIOUSLY🙄🙄🙄 he's always gonna be obsessed with baby Todoroki, she's just too darn cute!

BUT BUT- imagine how absolutely obsessed Keigo would be for his OWN kid. I mean, you're just a small version of him, with your bright, sparkling eyes, extra small red wings, CHUBBY cheeks and legs that he has to stop himself from taking a big CHOMP from.

And like it's so cute- because even though Keigo was traumatised as a child because of his parents being... not so ideal and practically robbing him of a childhood, Keigo makes sure that YOU never have to go through any of those things. No, no. You'll be the most LOVED, most SPOILED little princess in existence.

Just Keigo chasing his little one throughout his penthouse every morning before finally swooping in and catching her, sitting her down in front of him so that he can clean her wings, heart melting into a puddle at the ADORABLY SMALL feathers that he pulls 😭😭😭😭 Sending a feather of his own to distract you by tickling your nose so that you don't shift as much during your grooming.

Maybe toddler reader has poor vision as a child so Keigo buys her those special goggles for kids with bad eyesight that make her eye look cartoonishly huge and bulgy!

And when it's time for food, Keigo has to use kinds of tricks to make you eat your greens, playfully gasping when you smack the peas out of his hand. "No, we do not slap daddy's hands! Now, quit your whining and eat your greens and maybe we can have some ice cream- MAYBE, STOP INHALING THE PEAS, Y/N YOU'LL CHOKE!!!!"

And at some point, she'll meet Dabi one day and immeadiately have him wrapped around her finger. Keigo's both shocked and jealous of your bond with Dabi, because suddenly, Dabi drips by his place a lot more now than before. And suddenly, you started to eat your green without a fuss as long as its Dabi feeding you.

[mango-bango-bby]

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

Ly pooks 🫶

♡ Crybaby ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We love you, you know that?”

You nod.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[ghoularaki]

w3lc0me t0 th3 fr3aksh0w <3 | 1

↠  summary: Your ex-boyfriend not satisfied with how the relationship ended comes back to teach you a lesson its best to keep your mouth shut. Some secrets are best left unspoken.

↠  word count: 4,871

↠ pairing: todoroki touya x reader, takami keigo x reader, geten x reader

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, college/dark web au, DARK CONTENT, yandere! dabi, bullying, asphyxiation. NSFW (morning sex, riding, slight dubcon, unprotected sex)

↠ a/n: geten fuckers unite

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Smoke filled the room, a cigarette perched between Geten’s lips. Leaned against the propped up pillows, his hands clamped onto your stuttering hips. Dressed in just a tank top and a pair of flimsy panties adorned with tiny, black skulls he pulled to the side, his eyes don’t leave your bouncing tits.

Little moans left you as you kept a fast pace. Your pussy was filled to the brim with his cock. This morning, Geten woke you up with a hand down your panties, fiddling with your clit. Still sore from last night, you easily opened for him, tilting your hips so his deft fingers drifted to your aching hole. Not one to ignore your wants, his hand slipped down to shove two fingers inside you. Pumping them against your walls, he made a comment about how wet you were for him already.

Impatient, Geten flipped you both over so you sat on his lap. Shimming down his sweatpants, he pulled his hardening cock out. He grabbed one side of your waist and guided you down onto him. A squeaked left you at his length entering you with little prep.

Eyes bleary, you stared at Geten’s cocky, but content face.

“You’re so easy.”

A whimper tumbled out from the degrading words. You were so easy for him, but who could blame you when he always put your needs above his.

You nodded in agreement, “Please.”

One of the hands on your hips drifted up to your throat. Circling around the column, he brought you closer to his face. Eyes bouncing to his lips, Geten repeated the motion. Leaning up towards you, he encompassed your lips, working in tandem. Mutual moans interrupted the kiss. Resting your head on his shoulder, you burrowed into his long, dove-white hair. The hand on your throat migrated to the back of your neck to bring you closer to him.

Glancing down, you spot the alarm clock on his side table.

“Shit!” You had class in ten minutes.

Your shout startled him, “What?”

You spring away from him and try to pry yourself away from his grip but he only clamped down on you and thrusted his pelvis up. “G-geten, stop, I have class in like ten minutes.”

“That’s enough time.”

Instead of letting you go, he planted his feet on the bed and thrusted up with fervor. The shock of him slamming into you had you collapsing onto his chest.

Your hands scrambled to grab onto something. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clutching on as he rocked you up and down. “I-I’m going to be l-late, please!”

A loud moan left you as his thumb made its way to your clit and he angled his cock to hit the spongy spot inside you. He repeatedly hit it while swirling and twiddling your clit.

“Shut up and take it. The less you complain, the faster I can make you cum,” His voice had a gravelly tone to it as he also approached his release.

“D-don’t be a dick.”

He only hummed in response. The sound of slapping skin filled the room with your squelching cunt. His hips stuttered as he got closer. You squirmed against him as you tried to reach your climax with him. His hand moved down and pinched your clit.

Whining, you cum onto him and he followed, filling you up to the brim. Your breath hitched at the warmth painting your walls. Sagging against him, Geten started petting your hair.

Your eyes looked down to see you now only had two minutes to get to class.

“Ugh, you’re such a prick!” You screeched at him as you pulled yourself off his softening dick.

Shivering at the cooling cum slipping down your thighs, you kept going, “You know that I told you it is the first day and I’m going to be so late.”

Geten raised his arms to lean against them while staying on the bed, not even offering to help you get ready. “You weren’t complaining while cumming on my cock.”

Whipping around, you glared at him as you took off your underwear and threw it at him. He caught it with ease and pocketed it in his sweatpants he put back onto his hips.

Running into the bathroom, you quickly sat on the toilet and shoved new underwear over your thighs. Washing your hands, you muttered to yourself how you were going to fucking stink of sex.

The bed groaned as Geten got up and grabbed you a spare skirt you kept at his apartment. While you brushed your teeth, he tapped your thighs and you stepped into the clothing as he pulled it over your hips and zipped it up.

Spitting into the sink, you grabbed the hoodie Geten handed you and threw your bag over your shoulder. Swiping your boots, you hopped as you tied up one and the same with the other. As you raced to the door, Geten grabbed your upper arm and pulled you to him.

“Geten,” You said, exasperated.

He gripped your jaw and kissed you, finally releasing you. “Have fun.”

Rolling your eyes, you waved him off and ran out of his apartment towards the university. Thank god he lived close enough if you ran you would only be fifteen minutes late. Flipping your bag towards you, you pulled your flip phone out from the front pocket.

The little charms clattered together as it opened with a click. Beeps chirped from the device as you opened your messages to see Toga had texted you.

bitch where r u ?!

from: lil psycho

sent 8:01 AM

Texting and running, you glanced up from your phone to make sure no one was in front of you.

uhh about 10 mins, geten was being an asshole

from: scene qween >:3

sent 8:06 AM

As the main building enters your view, you slipped past the people to swing the door open with more force than needed. Another beep came from your phone but you pocketed it into your backpack once more. As you flew by the people in the halls, you swore you heard whispers of your name and lingering eyes. Waving it off, you continue to the elevator.

Once inside, you rested your head against the wall, thankful no one else joined you. You watched the numbers go up until you hit the third floor. The door barely opened up when you snuck through them sideways. You spy the door and go for the one in the back. At the top of the lecture hall, you slipped to the back and sat right next to Toga.

The room juts up like tiers stacked on a cake, students scattered around the tables like decorations. Toga stared at you while you shily made your way in, closing the door softly in hopes to not be seen by the professor. Scooting yourself onto the chair Toga saved for you, you slumped onto the table and plopped your bag on the floor.

“So what did I miss?”

Toga slapped your arm and you sucked in the yelp.

“Bitch, why the fuck are you so late?” She seethed under her breath.

You rolled your eyes, “I told you, Geten was being a dick.”

Toga gave you a coy smile, “Was he being a dick or were you on his—”

Pretending to gag, you stopped her before she could continue that thought. “Eww, don’t say that!”

A throat clearing interrupted you both, snapping your head up, the professor raised his brow at you two. “Are you ladies done?”

“Yessir,” You mumbled while Toga huffed.

Snickering pulled you from your shame. Targeting the sound, you see Shigaraki laughing at you, an aisle down. He kept eye contact as he smirked at you. You rolled your eyes to see Toga also annoyed by him.

“He’s so freaking creepy, and he wonders why people think he’s a school shooter.”

Shigaraki’s jaw clicked. He definitely heard that. You had no qualms with the recluse man at all. If anything you would call him an acquaintance, but sometimes he was so up his own ass, it made it hard to like and defend him.

“Toga!” You bit out, “You don’t just say that.”

“Buzzkill.” She paused for a moment, almost like she didn’t know how to articulate her thoughts. “Anyway, speaking of school shooters, did you hear the news?”

Your brows pinched in confusion, “What news?”

Toga faced twisted into a grimace and shifted her eyes to the side. “Dabi’s back.”

Cold water splashed over you. Of course you knew this. Who didn’t know about Dabi coming back to school despite everything. You just didn’t expect it to be so soon.

Wiping your sweaty hands over your skirt, you simply nodded and turned back to the lecture. Taking the hint, Toga left you alone. Blood pumped in your ears as dread infiltrated your system. Dabi being back, especially on campus, meant there was nothing saving you from him anymore. And after what you had done, you were sure he wouldn’t be happy.

The rest of class, your leg bounced with anxiety, rattling the table. Your eyes bounced between the clock and the door. A route to avoid the main campus filled your head.

A loud sound of the professor clapping his hands together pulled you from your stupor. Charged up on adrenaline, you masked the need to hide under the table and cover your ears from the sudden sound.

“That completes class, remember to look at the syllabus—”

Before he could finish the words, you grabbed your bag and tossed it over your shoulder. Toga opened her mouth to say something but you were already out the door. The door swung open and it slammed behind you with an audible clank.

Threading your other arm through the bag, you looked left and right, deciding to keep left. Not going the same way you came in, you stuck to the walls. Glancing frantically around you, for any signs of black hair, you reached behind you and lifted the hood over your face. Further you went, the less you saw of other students.

Opening another door, you leaned your head to make sure no one was present. Deeming it safe, you go through the door to the staircase. No one really used this stairwell as it mainly led to the basement. Racing down the three flights of stairs, your heart pounded in your throat. Despite there being no one behind you, it felt like there was a presence lurking behind any corner. Them just waiting to snatch you up.

Shaking off the paranoia, you continue down the hallways of the photography wing. The only people that come here are photography majors waiting for their film to develop and the janitors. Nodding your head at the one that was currently mopping the floor, you go to the door leading outside.

Squinting your eyes at the bright sun, you clutched further onto your backpack. Your phone beeped in your bag, but you ignored it. It was most likely Toga. You weren’t in the headspace to talk to her. Not until you were safe in your dorm room.

Your boots slapped against the pavement. Peering from under your hood, you saw nothing out of the ordinary. Your phone beeped again. Hitching your bag higher, you kept a fast pace. If you didn’t want to seem like a lunatic, you would have started running ages ago. Sucking in a breath, you kept going.

Passing other dorms, you slowed down a little as you were on the right street. Taking a right, you finally met with your building. Other students hung out in the nearby parking lot, but you paid no mind to them. Swinging the door open, you continued on. Going through the foyer, there were people already at the tables with books spread around them. Walking to the elevator, you pressed the up button. After a moment the elevator arrived with a ding.

As you walked in, you turned around to hit the third level, through the closing line you swore you saw Keigo amongst the crowd. Shuttering, you stumbled further into the elevator until your back hit the wall. You rubbed your eyes, there was no way he would be in the same dorm building. You two were completely different majors and he was two years above you.

Waving it off as your nerves getting the best of you and not sleeping well last night, you swallowed the terror. Shuffling through the hall until you met the second to last dorm on the left, you paused. Swinging your bag to your front, you pulled out your keys and your phone. Prioritizing getting in the door, you grasped your phone in your palm while stabbing the keys in the lock. Twisting it with a small struggle, you were finally in your room.

Securely away from campus, you sighed in relief. Luckily, your roommate must have still been in class. Twisting the lock behind you, you swung your back on your bed that was to the right along with your designated desk. Plopping down on your chair, you opened your laptop.

Your phone buzzed again. Now annoyed, you flipped it open with vigor. You had three messages: one from Toga, another from Geten and then an unknown number.

Ignoring the ones from Toga and Geten—you can answer later—you went straight for the unknown number. The buttons lit up when you clicked onto the message.

miss me doll?

from: unknown

sent 9:21 AM

Gasping, you slapped your phone shut and threw it away from you. Instinctively you tucked your legs to you on the chair and hugged them to your chest. Staring at your phone, you flinched when it buzzed again. A ping coming from your laptop had you yelp this time. In the corner of your eye, you spied a message from MySpace.

Your hand shook as you clicked on the notification to see it’s from your internet friend. You had been talking to her for a few months now. When you were at your lowest point, she had walked in your life and offered you a place to hide from your problems.

how did classes go ?!

from: killerkiko

sent 9:26 AM

Her message went unnoticed as you reached for your phone. Opening it back up, your face illuminated from the soft glow. The text stared back at you. Knowing it will only be a temporary solution, your phone beeped twice as you blocked his new phone number.

Through your panic, your webcam blinked red. Someone enjoying the show you unknowingly gave them.

~*~

The next day came too quickly. Yesterday you spent the rest of the day hiding in your room. In your spare time, you talked with your friend and posted photos of yourself. Rapidly, you became kind of popular on MySpace. You and Toga were well known within a niche space of people with common interests. You weren’t arrogant enough to call yourself famous in the slightest, but your photos and videos got some traction.

Though, your laptop annoyed you more than anything. While you were still friends with Keigo he had installed a different router to ensure safety after a minor stalker incident. Nothing too major, just a freak found out your location and threatened to leak it. Ever since he installed it though, everything ran slowly.

“Stop complaining,” He rolled his eyes at you with a lopsided grin.

Despite being a jock, he surprisingly was good at technology. Anytime you had problems with your computer or phone, he was the person you went to.

But after what happened, that kindness no longer extended towards you. To say you were isolated from the friend group would be an understatement. At least you still had Toga.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to be late, again?” Your roommate sassed you.

From her bed, she had a nose in a book. Peering from over the edge, she raised a brow at you. Waving off her attitude, you walked out the room.

“Don’t forget my snack, you owe me!” She shouted into the hallway.

“Yeah, yeah!” You replied and then muttered, “You’re welcome.”

Luckily, your classes for today were later in the day. Being able to sleep in today was a blessing. Taking your time, you leisurely walked to the business building. Majoring in business was the least of your interest, but your parents were relentless.

Still taking the back routes, you felt a little safer. From the message you got yesterday, Dabi was definitely on the lookout for you.

Someone clearing their throat made you jump and snap your head towards them. Crossing the fork in the walkway, Shigaraki shuffled to you. Inwardly, you groaned. What possibly could he want.

Walking together, you remained silent, waiting for his typical snarky quip. Strangely, he didn’t say a word as you two went into the building. Going towards the stairwell, you decided to avoid elevators for now. Before you could though, Shigaraki grabbed your upper arm and guided you to the elevator.

You struggled out of his grip, “W-what are you doing?”

Dragging you with him, Shigaraki let you go once you two were in the confined space. Ripping away from him, you rubbed away his surprisingly strong grasp. Hitting the number two, you waited for Shigaraki to hit the button he needed. His hands stayed stuffed in the black hoodie he always wore, hood up. He did nothing, so you shrugged it off.

“You want to tell me why you kidnapped me?” You asked sarcastically.

“If I wanted to kidnap you, I wouldn’t have done it so publically.” He side-eyed you.

Staring at his peripheral, you snipped, “You know what I meant, asshole.”

“Always the attitude. Can’t I walk with my dearest friend,” He had a lilt to his voice as he twisted his neck to give you a creepy smile.

Used to him, you didn’t think twice about his wide grin displaying all his blunt teeth. “You want something.”

The doors opened, metal scrapping together. You both walked out. While you went to the right, Shigaraki went the other way.

“I always want something.” He called over his shoulder.

Shuddering at his cryptic words, you continued to class. Once you reached the door it hit you that Shigaraki wasn’t a business major and had no reason to be in this building. Connecting the dots, you gave a little smile. Despite being a dick, he had his moments.

~*~

Making it out of the building after back to back classes, you were exhausted. Heading to your dorm, you screamed as someone tackled you with a hug. Whipping your head you saw Toga attached to you. Pushing her off, you slapped her arm.

“You scared me!”

“Geez! No need to hit me,” She pouted.

Not being able to stay mad at her for too long, you threaded your arm with hers. “What is with people ambushing me today.”

She raised a brow at you in question.

Leading her to your dorm, you answered, “Shigaraki decided not to be an asshole and walked me to class.”

While walking, Toga redirected you towards the main building. Subtly you tried to go back to the path, but she strengthened her hold.

“I told you, he doesn’t suck that bad.”

“Himeko.”

“I’m hungry,” She whined. “Plus, you can’t hide forever. Do you think Dabi of all people is actually attending his classes?”

Tilting your head in contemplation, “You do have a point. I also promised Ayame a snack, so might as well.”

“And you have me to protect you!” She cuddled up to your neck.

Giggling, you placed your head on top her’s, “Oh my darling knight what would I do without you.”

“For one, starve to death.”

Rolling your eyes at her, you moved your head as you braced yourself for the cafeteria. With bated breath, you opened the heavy doors with Toga in tow. Like a cornered animal, you surveyed your surroundings for danger and any escape route. Not spotting a tuft of dyed black hair or dirty blond had you letting out a stuttering exhale.

Peering at the line for real food, you changed your mind. You weren’t that hungry anyway.

“I’m going to just get some snacks from the vending machine. I’ll meet you outside.”

Toga furrowed her brows, “Are you sure?”

Bumping her shoulder with yours, you simpered, “Yeah, you know how I am.”

The petite girl obviously didn’t believe you, but waved you away. Being the social butterfly she was, Toga cut into line to converse with some people she knew. A girl with brown hair smiled at her and welcomed her into her place. With bubbly laughs flowing into the air, you walked further into the room.

Gaggles of fluctuating conversations followed you as you hurried towards the doors outside. The crowds were stifling. Anywhere within the people Dabi could jump out and swallow you whole. Grasping the door, you push the doors open into the courtyard. Around the garden laid tables with a few students scattered about. Turning to the side, you kept under the awning towards the vending machines.

Pulling your wallet from your baggy pants, chained to your belt loop, you scooped some coins for your snacks and Ayame’s. Your back to the students, you shivered. Rubbing the nape of your neck, a chill ran down your spine as if you were being watched.

Shaking, you quickened your pace. It could be nerves, but you rather not gamble. Slotting your coins inside the metal mouth, you reached your arm down to grab your drink. Repeating the same for two bags of chips. Clinking together in your palm, you shoved your change into your wallet. Hands full, you tucked your drink under your arm while walking, plopping your wallet back in your pants.

Dead leaves crunched under your boots. Shuffling over to the empty table under a tree, you brushed away the leaves displayed across the table. Letting your snacks spill over the top, you sat down with a huff. Bending over, you unzipped your back to put Ayame’s chips so Toga doesn’t steal them. A heavy weight had the seat sink next to you.

Sighing, you said, “I was really hoping you wouldn’t see—”

Your heart stuttered.

Cold enveloped you in a cruel embrace.

“Hoping I wouldn’t see what?” Slumping his posture to establish eye contact, gold ate your own irises.

“K-keigo.”

A sly, lopsided grin parted his lips. From his smile, his sharp canine caught your eye. Leaning his cheek on his palm, he rested his elbow on the table.

“Aww don’t be like that, Y/n, we are closer than that, aren’t we?”

You scowled at him. He knew damn well, you weren’t going to call him by his first name and the audacity he has to call you by yours was asinine.

“What do you want, Keigo.”

Though you wanted to look around you for either Toga or Dabi, you dared not to break the power play he began.

“Can’t eat with my darling friend?” Before you could correct him that he didn’t have anything, he opened your chip bag and munched on your food.

Deepening your glower, you reached for your food but he snatched it away from your grasp. In the earlier days, you would have followed his hand by tackling him, but you refused any skin contact with him.

“Fine.”

Despite your heart pounding in your eyes, you were done with his antics. Grabbing your drink that still wasn’t opened, you go to stand up, but overly warm hands gripped your shoulders and slammed you back onto the bench.

Your teeth clattered together in your mouth from the force. One of the hands snaked around your neck, forcing your head into a firm stomach. A pointer finger tilted your chin up with such strength your throat strained. Cold rings bit into your thin skin.

Blue consumed you. Liquid fire poured into your terrified visage. Dabi gave away no emotion as you shook under his palm. A bunny captured by a wolf, prey eyes stared down the canines begging to satiate their hunger.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His pierced, thin brow raised in question.

Words caught in your larynx.

A laugh is heard from the side reminding you Keigo hadn’t left. “Aww the poor girl. Just look at her, man, she looks like she’s going to piss herself.”

Dabi doesn’t break his gaze with your watering eyes, a grin spread on his scarred cheeks. “You’re right. The little snitch is gonna make a mess of herself. Aren’t ya, princess?”

He moved his finger and thumb to pinch your cheeks, and shook your head. “But I think she’s more upset we disturbed her lunch.”

Tearing you from his trance, he glanced at Keigo and nodded his chin at the drink still in your hand. He ripped it from your slacked fingers and cracked the cap open with a swift twist. Keigo handed the now open bottle to Dabi who released your shoulder to grab it. He tapped it to your lips.

Scared, knee knocking together, you sucked your lips and shook at your head. Dabi only gripped your harder, shoving your head upwards. Fingertips dug into your mandible, prying your mouth open.

“Drink up.”

With no remorse, he poured the sweet juice down your throat. Hastily, you swallowed, but the man above you didn’t stop. The drink spilled from the corners of your mouth. Coughing it back up, it went up your nose, effectively choking you. You squirmed to free yourself, but he had you by your throat—quite literally. Your feet kicked up the grass beneath you as your hands went up to pull the bottle from your mouth, but Keigo grabbed them and slammed your wrists to the table.

Choking down all you could, the flood of juice finally stopped. Throwing the bottle somewhere to the right of him, Dabi never let go of your throat as you sputtered and harshly inhaled all the air you could. Gagging, you tried not to throw up on yourself.

Unable to fall forward, you sagged into the man behind you. He welcomed it. Mouth agape and spit dribbling from your bottom lip, you were already exhausted.

“Hmm I’m already done with my chips,” Keigo spoke up, watching what unfolded in front of him with keen eyes.

Your eyes blearily rolled over to him, a glare quivering on your face. He balled up the wrapper. Just as you thought he was going to litter like Dabi, he shoved the trash into your open mouth. As you were going to spit it out, Dabi slapped his hand over your mouth.

“Maybe this will teach you not to run your filthy mouth,” Dabi sneered above you.

Tears streaming down your face, your brows pinched upwards in desperation. Nostrils flaring, you resisted the urge to swallow as saliva built in your palate.

A slam of plastic hitting the table caused you to jump and see Toga glaring down at Dabi and Keigo.

“What are you doing?’

Dabi huffed and shrugged, “Just talking to my girlfriend.”

Now glaring too, you struggled further to get out of his grasp. Keigo went to tug your arms down but Toga snipped.

“Don’t.”

He raised his hands up in defense, “Whoa, don’t need to get pissy with me.”

With Keigo distracted, you clawed at Dabi’s wrists and tried to pry him away. He gripped your neck tight, so tight, your eyes bulged.

Silver flashed as Toga jumped half way on the table to slash at Dabi with a hidden pocket knife. Before she could land a hit, Keigo gripped her arm and swiftly tugged it down.

“Are you trying to get arrested?” Keigo seethed.

Toga kept her gaze on Dabi, pupils blown and bobbling with frenzy. Taking the hint, Dabi pulled away and you doubled over, coughing out both spit and the wrapper in your mouth. Keigo then also released Toga. Discreetly, she flipped her knife back into its hilt and shoved it into her pocket.

Placing his hand on the table, Dabi leaned over you and sneered into your ear, “I’m not finished with you.”

Eyes wide, you barely processed his words as you traced the details of his hand adorned with thick rings. Nails still painted with chipped, black paint. Intricate and darkly shaded bones tracing his own cartilage to cover some of the old burn scars.

He hasn’t changed one bit.

Somehow that both comforted and terrified you. With a bite to your ear, Dabi departed from your trembling frame. Keigo was soon to follow.

Rapidly, Toga took where Keigo sat and rubbed your back.

“This might be stupid to ask, but are you okay?”

Shakingly nodding, you croaked, “That went better than you I thought it would.”

Toga laughed, “You crazy bitch.”

Shrugging, you slumped into her form and shut your eyes. “At least he didn’t kill me.”

“He still might.”

Nodding once more, you agreed with her. Despite her words sounding like a joke, she was completely and utterly serious.

Dabi has killed before and he would do it again. Even—especially—when it came to you.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

(Dark!) BNHA: Toxic Relationship

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

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Female Reader

Boys -> Hawks + Bakugo + Dabi + Deku

Reaction: Moments from your toxic relationship with your Pro-Hero boyfriend.

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; Abuse; Manipulation; Non-con.

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Hawks

“Y/n is a real clutz, y’know. Can’t even walk on even ground without tripping over her own feet.”

Your cheeks flame with humiliation as the camera pans to the crowd that laughs heartily at the demeaning words, as if Keigo had dropped the funniest joke they’ve ever heard. 

“That’s adorable.” the woman laughs, “Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she has no quirk? I believe you said she is quirkless, right?”

Keigo chuckles, nodding as he crosses an ankle over his knee.

“She sure is. Can’t even imagine what type of quirk she’d have, she’s just not the type.”

Your hand grips the remote tighter. What does he mean by that? Does he think you’re not good enough to have a quirk?

You consider turning off the TV, but fortunately the interviewer changes the subject. They casually speak about the current stance of heroes and their struggles on fighting off criminals and villains.

Keigo is charming as usual, delivering answers that are a perfect portrait of responsibility with a sprinkle of humor. He’s good like that, even though his previous answers left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Somehow, they end up reaching the topic of hobbies and free time. 

“Going Pro Hero leaves little time for myself, so sadly I don’t really have much time for hobbies. Wish I had.” he says humbly. “My girlfriend has lots of them, though.”

You inhale sharply. Not again. 

For your misfortune, the woman gets interested.

Perhaps because it’s an exclusive interview and her network channel gave her orders to squeeze every drop of information they can get on Hawks’ personal life. 

“What type of hobbies? She looks like she’s a great cook.” she tries to guess, but Keigo bursts laughing, holding his belly in an exaggerated mannerism. 

“Nah, cooking isn’t really her department. Burned eggs and half-cooked pancakes are more her style. She doesn’t even-”

You change channels in a heartbeat, bursting in tears at the low insults.

You’re not that bad. Sure, you’re not amazing at cooking, but never once did Keigo complain when he eats the food you diligently make after he returns from patrols. 

And now he slanders you on national television? 

And the worst part? It’s not even the first time he’s done this. 

Dabi

“There’s nothing to eat in the fridge.” 

“There is.” 

“There isn’t.” 

You stop writing your notes, swallowing back an annoyed sigh, already aware of what was happening.

“There is food in the fridge.” you repeat, “You just have to cook it.”

Dabi looks at you, unimpressed. 

“No shit Sherlock. Maybe you can do it for me.” 

“You serious?” 

Meeting his arrogant smirk, you huff. 

“Dead serious, babe. Not like you’re busy anyways.”

Your mouth drops at his audacity and you open your arms to indicate the mess of books, papers and pens in front of you. 

“I’m studying, Dabi. Can’t you see that? Grow up and cook for yourself, yeah?” you snap your attention back to your books, but your mood has already turned sour. 

You pretend to scribble down a few words when Dabi walks to you slowly. He peeks into your annotations, snorting. 

“That handwriting is kinda shitty.” he mocks you. “Besides, what exactly are you even studying for? You’re not exactly cut out to be a doctor, y’know? Not enough brain cells in you to become that.” 

You glare at him, angrily swatting away the hand that condescendingly tries to pet your hair. 

“You’re such an asshole, Dabi. Maybe if your life revolved around something other than your stupid daddy’s issues, you would actually get a job. Not like Endeavour is worried sick about you, not when he’s got Shoto.” you spit the words venously.

Not the nicest words, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to bother. 

A dark shade crosses Dabi’s face, his amused expression turning colder. You’d be lying if the sight didn’t ignite some fear in you.

“Is that so?” his crooked smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “And why would I need a job - or Endeavour, by that matter - when I have you?”

His hand reaches for your shoulder and there’s an edge in his eyes that immobilizes you. You shouldn’t have mentioned Endeavour. 

“I’m not with you because of that bitchy attitude, you know. I like my girl to know who’s in charge. Respect is really important in a relationship and your behavior is making me really upset, baby.” his tone is scaringly soft, and his hand travels to your neck.

You hold your breath when the staples on his hand scratch against the delicate skin of your throat. “So, if you need me to remind you of your place, I’ll gladly help you with that.”

His fingers heat up at a low temperature, not enough to actually burn you but it doesn’t stop the lonely tear that slides from your eye, the only sign of the chilling terror you’re feeling.

He leans forward, kissing your forehead before sliding his hand away. 

“Are we understood?” 

The nod you give him is shaky at best, but Dabi smiles nonetheless. 

“Now, how about that food you’re gonna make me?”

Bakugo

“I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

Besides a low hum, Bakugo doesn’t acknowledge you much, too busy French kissing your neck.

His hands head for your ass, provoking a wince in you when he gropes it with unnecessary strength, your left ass cheek being kneaded like it’s dough.

Katsuki uses his grip on your ass to push your hips forward even as you complain again. The thin fabric of his sweatpants does nothing to hide the hardness that shamelessly rubs against your thigh. 

“Katsuki.” 

Once again he gives no sign of hearing you, rolling his hips with more urgency and you barely catch the tired groan that almost rolls away from you.

The clock on your side reminds you that despite the early hour, you’ll only have 6 hours to sleep. 

You really have to sleep and if you’re being honest, tonight you’re not feeling sexy or horny enough to sleep with your boyfriend. 

But that doesn’t make you feel any less awkward when Bakugo’s movements turn more vigorous and needy, humping your naked thigh as if he’s fucking it while you remain as alive as a statue. 

“Fuck, this isn’t enough.” he growls against your skin, and your heart skips a beat when his hands reach for your shorts, tugging them down halfway until you panickedly grab his wrist, wiggling your body away from his.

“Seriously, Kats, I’m not in the mood tonight.” you say, quickly pulling back your shorts. 

“You fuckin’ serious right now?” he growls through gritted teeth, still hovering above you. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you timidly nod. 

“Maybe we can do this tomorrow? It’s just that-”

“Yeah, whatever. Not like you haven’t used that stupid excuse on me before.”  

Your eyebrows raise with surprise at the bitter tone on his voice as he gruffs, pushing himself off you. 

“I’m not making up excuses.”

“The hell you aren’t.” he looks at you, angry. “Every time I try to start something, you turn into a damn nun. Always too freakin’ tired,  too busy or not in the mood.”

He scowls, spiky blonde hair falling to his eyes. 

“All you have to do is open your goddamn legs and let me do the rest, and you can’t even do that.”

His words hit a sore spot and he turns his back on you, settling on the distant side of the bed after delivering strained punches to the pillow to soften it up.

“Maybe I go after those Dynamite's groupies that are always throwing themselves at me. Since you never want to fuck anymore.”

You’re left too stunned to speak, sadness blossoming at the cruel meaning of his words and it’s a struggle to swallow the tears. 

He wouldn’t really, would he? But your mind lingers on the disturbing thought. He’s popular with girls, even with his angry mood.

Bakugo is tall, muscular and not even the ever present scowl in his face is able to contradict the attractive facial features he’s been blessed with. Meanwhile you’re just mediocre, if even that...

Your insecurities strike back, taunting you. 

Your hand reaches for his arm before you even realize it, and you’re mildly surprised when he doesn’t shake you off. 

“The hell you want now?”

Pulling on his arm until he finally turns to the side, you kiss him. 

He groans against your lips, allowing your hand to rest on the warm plane of his chest and you let it slide lower until it touches his clothed member. 

Neither of you speak a word, but you feel Bakugo smirking against your lips while he practically shoves your shorts down. 

You allow yourself go limp underneath him, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the way he wants to. Holding back a tired sigh when the fluorescent numbers on the clock mock you. 

You really have to wake up early.

Deku

“Are you serious, Izuku?” 

The tall hero jumps, eyes widening almost comically when he realizes you’re standing on the bedroom’s doorway and not cleaning the kitchen, like he clearly assumed you to be. 

“I wasn’t- The phone-” he stammers with his words, plowing your phone onto the bed with a bit too much force.

Crossing your arms, you flash him a frustrated glare.

“You promised me you wouldn’t spy on my phone anymore, Izuku.” your stern tone has him frowning and Izuku practically sprints closer to you.

“I wasn’t spying! I was just- just checking the time.” his words aren’t convincing enough for you to actually believe in him. 

You squint your eyes at him, dodging his grabby hands with a nasty slap, despite the hurt expression on his face.

“Izuku.” 

“I wasn’t! C’mon, you gotta believe in me.” 

You don’t. 

“Even if I did go through your phone - which I didn’t - why would that be such a problem?” he complains, dragging his voice. “Do you have something to hide or what?”

You point a warning finger at him.

“Don’t you dare. This isn’t about me. You’re the one who went behind my back because you’re just too insecure to fully trust me.”

He shakes his head, emerald eyes turning feverish. 

“You’re being dramatic, of course I trust you.”

“You don’t, stop lying.”

“I do trust you!” his voice rises in volume.

“No, you don’t!” you scream, voice breaking before you crumble in tears. 

You’re exhausted. Of arguing, of dealing with Izuku, of everything. When did things turn so frustrating, so tiring? Why does he always have to ruin things for you?

Izuku curses under his breath before rushing to you, engulfing you in a comforting embrace as you cry on his chest. 

“You don’t. You never will and I know that.” he stays silent, not contradicting you this time. 

He lets you cry on his chest, his hand gently caressing your hair as he mutters apologies. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Izuku hugs you harder, arms tightening around you. “I’ll do better, okay? I promise, I will.” 

And like a fool, you accept his promise - even if you know it’s meant to be broken.

[yanderenightmare]

HAWKS - TAKAMI KEIGO MASTERLIST

Ranging from my top Hawks post to posts with notes above 1k.

Yandere captor ! Hawks punishes darling for a crime she didn’t commit and then regrets it:

WRONGLY PUNISHED ♡5k

FOLLOW-UP ASK ♡2k

Darling in heat:

DARLING INITIATING SEX ♡4k

Cock descriptions:

COCK ♡3k

What BNHA ! yandere is the scariest:

SCARY YANDERE ♡3k

Imagines of what happens when the darling tries to deny the BNHA ! yanderes intimacy and sex:

HAWKS ♡2k

Prince ! Dabi x ward ! Hawks x maid ! darling:

PRINCE x MAID ♡2k

Yandere captor ! Hawks reacting to pregnant darling:

PREGNANT DARLINGS ♡2k

Hawks and darling's sexual role-play dynamic:

ROLE-PLAY DYNAMICS ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Hawks with a darling who enjoys being his darling:

DARLING ENJOYS BEING A DARLING ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Hawks x darling with early Stockholm syndrome:

EARLY STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ♡1k

Different BNHA ! poly ! relationships:

POLY ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Hawks's need for intimacy:

INTIMATE ACTIVITIES ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Hawks x clumsy ! darling:

CLUMSY DARLING ♡1k

How yandere captor ! Hawks punishes his darling:

PUNISHMENTS ♡1k

Yandere captor Hawks with a depressive darling:

BIPOLAR ♡1k

Yandere captor Hawks likes stargazing with his darling:

HOBBIES ♡1k

Yandere captor Hawks' sleeping habits:

SLEEPING HABITS ♡1k

Hawks's darling puts on his hero costume:

PLAYING DRESS-UP ♡1k

Poly ! Soldiers ! Hawks & Dabi knock on your door and expect to be fed:

THE QUARTERING ACT ♡1k

How Hawks became yandere for his darling:

YANDERE BEGINNINGS ♡1K

Yandere captor Hawks gives his darling an ultimatum:

KISS OF LIFE ♡1k

Yandere Hawks terrorizes his ex:

MESS ♡1k

The Torodoki family makes use of their quirkless daughter - with friends:

FAMILY FUN ♡1k

How Hawks is in bed:

NEEDY DOM ♡1k

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi new to your blog! Love your work!👍❤️

How would yandere bnha heroes react to a Carmen sandiego villain darling?

A master thief that steals priceless items purely for the thrill of it and sees being constantly pursued by police and heroes as a sort game.

Carmen San Diego Reader | Yandere My Hero Academia

Infamous in the legends that tell you’re one of the most talented thieves to exist. Constantly befuddled by your amazing feats many believe you have a quirk to help you. It’d certainly explain the relentless devotion of the ones you come in close scrapes with: 

Takami Keigo

“Ha, there you go again, right out from under my nose.”

He’s sure he slips four to five feathers every time you two are in close quarters

And yet when he chase them down he finds them every than with you

For so long he’s been chasing you and trading blows with you

“Seems like you might be losing your touch, (Y/n).”

“Am I?”

He comes to seek you out

Negating his missions so that he can investigate obsess+ over what you’ll do next

Constantly getting in the way of the B-list heroes actually assigned to stopping you

“There you go again. Leaving me at the end of the chase…but just you wait. I don’t plan to stop anytime soon.”

Izuku Midoriya

“How–”

“The world’s number one hero bothered with little old me? I’m flattered. Until next time.”

“Wait!”

He scrubs through and screenshots you in the security footage

If anyone asks he’s burning it into his brain to recognize you the next time you burglarize a priceless item

He probably could catch you if he had the intensity he used with other villains

But he knows you never kill let alone seriously injure others 

That is something he admires about you

Or how you oftentimes will slyly leave him just enough evidence to convict some corrupt person on trial

In a way, you’re his own hero

And he’d want nothing more than for you to accept him as your own villain

That way he’d like to be called rather than some nobody other hero to handle you

They couldn’t treasure you like he could

“I’ll have save you one day. I promise that.” 

[novasdarling]

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.

[teddy-yandere]

Hi can i request hawks x reader 📣🔥💋 (im not sure if you write for bnha hawks if not then its fine)

Prompts 📣🔥💋

“Gosh, you smell so good when we cuddle like this!”

“You think I’m jealous? Believe me, you haven’t seen me jealous yet.”

“I desire any physical touch with you so please hit me more.”

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A / N = Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I did not proofread this. Please read my bio before requesting, and make sure that my requests are open or else your request will be deleted. Enjoy <3

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★ You had just arrived home from a night out in the city with Hawks. In fact , this was the “ first time “ that you had been out in public since Hawks had kidnapped you. Hawks made sure to take you to a LOWKEY bar a couple of cities away from where he originally took you . That way you would have a less chance of being identified , and taken from Hawks

★ You angrily sat the bouquet of flowers that Hawks gave you on the counter. Honestly , Hawks didn’t know why you were so mad at him. The only thing that he did was “ protect “ you against the creepy people at the bar. Yeah sure , he might if broke a couple of jaws , but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Hawks didn’t know why you were acting so dramatic over such a small thing that he did in your honor. ( technically )

★ Suddenly , Hawks snapped out of his deep thoughts when he noticed that you were glaring at him from the other side of the counter. “ What is bothering you my little feather ?” Hawks asked in the nonchalant voice that he always seemed to have. “ I can’t believe you acted like that IN PUBLIC “ , you said with a sharp tone to your voice. “ Maybe if you weren’t so jealous , I would actually enjoy being with you “ you added to your statement. You knew that this would set Hawks off , but you didn’t seem to care one bit.

★ Hawks sighed as he tried to explain why he broke that man’s jaw. Just as he was in the middle of explaining why his actions were justifiable, you interrupted by saying = “ There is no reason for you to act like this you jealous freak “. Before you could even finish your sentence, Hawks walked very close to you , before finally saying “You think I’m jealous? Believe me, you haven’t seen me jealous yet.”

★ Hawks stared at you for a moment longer , before finally saying “ I am going to go finish off that person from the bar “. No matter how hard you tried to pull him back , or change his mind , you found that it was like talking to a wall. That being said , Hawks flew over to the bar , and luckily the person who was hitting on you was still there. Let’s just say they had a funeral planned the next weekend….

★ When Hawks returned home , you could tell what he had done by just looking at him. You immediately started crying when Hawks started to make his way towards you. Once he was in front of you , he slowly picked you up , and took you to the couch where he attempted to snuggle into your arms. You tried to push him off of you by insulting him , but you found that it was no use. Every single time you hit him , he would always respond with the same thing = “I desire any physical touch with you so please hit me more.”

★ Eventually you gave up on trying to fight him. You had also just come to the realization that Hawks would probably never let you leave the house again. The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Hawks softly whispering “Gosh, you smell so good when we cuddle like this!” You knew that you were stuck with him whether you liked it or not .

★ Maybe you should’ve flirted , and danced with the other person at the bar …? Like that would make any difference to a delusional Hawks..

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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3

Have a nice Day / Night ~

[yandere-kokeshi]

Congrats on the 979 followers!!! 🥳

If it would be okay I'd love to request a yandere Dabi, yandere Hawks and any other yandere you may want to add in, with a darling who either loves to sleep and refuses to leave the bed for anything if the yandere is a early riser, or if the yandere sleeps in, an early rising darling who fights to escape the bed?

Again congrats 😊

Warning: Yandere behavior and some sexual hints(?)

Authors note: Thank you!!!!! That means so much. I didn't expect to get here! Sorry if this isn't what you wanted, I had to hurry this. Feel free to request again! :DD

Dabi:

Dabi isn’t an early riser, more so forced to do so because of Shigaraki's tantrums. He absolutely hates waking up, but has to; meaning leaving you in a cold room, coming back with some takeout that may or may not be healthy.

Don’t get me wrong, Dabi absolutely loves to sleep in with you, something about waking up with his giant arms surrounding your body and the soft snores of his beloved gives nothing but butterflies in his stomach; calming his anger and hidden anxiety that he didn’t even know he had.

Buuut… that doesn’t mean he gets up on his rare days off to make you two nice, eatable breakfasts. Though, that doesn’t mean he can be an asshole waking you up at times.

At first, he’ll shak you awake, placing butterfly kisses on your face and shoulders before whispering with his deep voice: “Come’ on doll, get up. I made you your favorite.”

you decide to groan and roll over, pulling up the covers to ignore the now-blinding sun; he’ll think it’s cute at first, smiling: “I know.. Come’ on doll, get up.”

But the more you whine, the more he gets annoyed.

Finally, he’ll get more stern; ripping the covers off of you, climbing over you to rest on your stomach. “Come on, get up. I know you’re tired but your food will get cold, and no; I’m not re-heating it.”

Rarely, will he give in and let you sleep, but he likes to spend time with you when he’s not ‘working’. Though, if you do use the ‘puppy face’ and beg him to sleep him with you, he'll give in and come back to bed; laying on top of you with his head on you're chest.

Keigo Takami / Hawks:

As he’s a Pro-Hero, he’s forced to wake up pretty early and function till around 10 pm or later. Usually, when he leaves, he always pecks your face with a few kisses, maybe blowing on your face lightly to wake you up so you can eat something.

Sometimes, he will fly over to the shared apartment to hang out with you, either on his lunch break or on his rare few minutes off; if Keigo still sees you asleep… he’s the devil waking you up.

Much like above, if you decide to whine and refuse to get up; he’ll let it slide one or two times, trying to wake you up again in 5 minutes or so. If you don’t, he will blow raspberries on your belly; tickling you while whining: “You’re killing me, [Name!!!]”

If you don’t wake up, he will huff and puff while saying “Fine!” and storm into the kitchen, ordering your favorite takeout; once it’s at the house, he will take it out, go into the room and eat near you, making loud “Mm!! So good. Such a shame I don’t have a hot [Name] near me to satisfy my other needs!” — “It would be a shame if I ate it all and couldn’t share any with my darling.”

In other words, he’s baiting you to get out of bed.

Either way, he’ll annoy you awake: slightly biting your thighs, stomach and shoulders, blowing raspberries and tickling you awake. Or, he’ll whine away about how ‘he’s dying’ and ‘you need to save me’.

On rare occasions, if he does have a day off; he will let you sleep in, yes, even into the afternoon. But, 2pm is the max.

Though, if you are just too cute and refuse to get out; he will crawl back into bed with you, cover you with his wings and fall back asleep with you, maybe asking if you two can do... special work-out sessions after you two wake up.

Katsuki Bakugou / Dynamite

Much like Keigo, he also needs to get up early.

Normally, Katsuki gets up around 5am to train about an hour or more before heading to work. Rarely, does he ever wake you up, unless it's urgent. He understands that it’s pretty early in the morning and you despise getting your beauty sleep disturbed.

But, when he does have his rare day off; he likes to train, take a shower when he comes home then make you two breakfast. Usually, Katsuki will (try) to wake you up around 9am, with a nice, hot plate of home cooked breakfast and do the usual scheduled thing you two do: cuddle on the bed while watching some drama TV show.

He will wake you up much like Dabi, sure, he’ll be a bit more rougher; but still nice enough to let you wake up naturally and not have a heart attack when you see his red eyes.

“Wake up, [Name]. Made your favorite.” – “Come on. Not in the mood to play games, you’re acting like a child.”

Either if you whine and throw a pillow at him or mumble a ‘no’ and turn around to face the other way; be ready to have the covers ripped off of you, his warm hands grabbing your ankles and dragging you off the bed.

Katsuki doesn’t like wasting food, so if you decide to not want to get up, he’ll be a bit snarkier than normal and force you to get up; whether that’s shaking your shoulders, pulling the covers off of you or kissing your neck to the point it’s uncomfortable, he will make you get up.

Now, if you decide to use the famous ‘puppy face’ and try to convince him to sleep in a bit more; he’ll try to resist your pretty face but sooner or later, he’ll give in and let you sleep in for 10 minutes. Which turns out to be 30 minutes because he ended up joining you.

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