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I'm working on a part 2 for the Quirk: Lovesick ficlet. However, first I need to edit the original fic for spelling/ grammer as it was never read over whoops and I want to change how the reader is addressed and how the POV was handled. Because some readers might prefer the original writing style I'll leave that one up too titled with Original, and I'll title the rewrite with Rewrite so people can tell them apart.
It'll be the rewritten post that I link the part two on as well.
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Devoured
Content warnings: Dubious / uninformed consent, inhuman anatomy, tongue fucking, oral sex, implied kidnapping / captivity via a yandere Hawks.
So somewhere on Tiktok I saw the excellent headcannon that Hawks actually has an outrageously long tongue like some birds do, which I adopted into my headspace for the smut appeal.
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You're tied to the bed again, it's night time, and Hawks is eating you out. It's something he's done pretty often to you since he stole you away. He's always super pleased when you cum for him. There's a part of you that wonders if he thinks the pleasure makes up for the captivity. It doesn't.
His tongue is in beside his fingers, moving nicely, and making you feel so good. Then he pulls his fingers out. You can't help but buck and whine. It felt so good and now he's depriving you of those clever fingers of his.
Instead he hauls your thighs up and apart until their resting against your chest. Once he has you fully spread open for him Keigo dives further in. He's eating you out like a wild thing. His tongue reaching further and further as he makes desperate moans and growls against you.
That tongue of his going further still. Past where his fingers where earlier, and still pushing in. You feel stuffed, overfull like your about to explode. Still, he somehow fits more inside.
It's too much! Something isn't right about this. There's an instinctual little voice in the back of your head that's screaming. You struggle, but he's stronger than you. Your struggles get you nowhere.
You can feel his tongue lashing against your insides. It's reaching deeper than anything but his cock ever has. He twists and prods it against your sensitive insides with lethal focus. You can't stop yourself from bucking and clenching around him.
He laughs, and you can feel the vibrations all the way up into your guts. It feels like starbursts are popping behind your eyes. There is liquid fire in your veins, and it's winding up tighter with every lick and twist.
Eventually it's all to much. You stiffen, muscles clenching around that eerie tongue, and shatter apart in a violent climax. Your screaming. You can't hear anything over the rushing in your ears, but you can feel the scratch of it inside you throat.
He waits for you to finish. Until the tremors have stopped, and your left laying there exhausted. Once you've calmed some you glance down, and are caught in that intense amber gaze. He waits until he knows your watching to start withdrawing his tongue.
The first inch doesn't seem too strange. The second you push out of your mind. It's the third inch that startles you. Still, his eyes hold you fast. That's the gaze of a raptor, a true predator, and you cannot look away. Everything primal within you screams not to move. Don't even blink.
He looks away first. Once his tongue is out and he's leaning propped up on his elbows he glances down at your shivering body. It's then that it hits you what's so strange about his tongue.
It's still hanging out of his mouth as he pants. It's dripping saliva and other bodily fluids down onto the bed. It's shaped just fine, if a little more pointed at the tip then normal, but it's just so long...
It hangs down past his chin by at least a good inch or so. It's the longest tongue you've ever seen on a person, and just the sight of it makes you shudder.
Hawks catches you staring, and grins. A second later it slides back in, and he closes his mouth. When he opens it a moment later everything looks fine.
"Mmhmn, you like?" He teases.
That was inside of you?
"It's an avian thing." He tells you as he crawls his way up your body and grinds his hard cock against your twitching hole. "Worked out in your favor though, right Babybird? Bet you've never cum that hard on anyone elses tongue. Don't worry, you can more of that later."
That sounds like a promise he's all to hapoy to keep, your opinion be damned.
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Scrambled
Yandere Hawks x reader
Content warnings: Yandere Hawks, Dubious consent, implied imprisonment, fake egg laying, breeding kink.
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So we all agree Yan!Hawks has a breeding kink, right? Right.
But... Birds lay eggs.
Picture this: Hawks shoving a collection of little egg shaped vibes inside of you. He crams as many of them in there as he can. Then he plugs you up, ties you down, and leaves you there for hours. You're left alone, writhing and shaking as the vibrations absolutely wreck you. No safeword, no mercy, and no way to escape the vibrators logged deep inside you as they rearrange your guts.
Eventually your capture returns. You're a trembling, over stimulated mess on the nest bed, and he's never seen you looking better! It gets him so hard seeing you all full up with his eggs. Your belly bulging, thighs shaking, and that pretty hole of yours all plugged up. Keeping his brood good and safe like a good little breeding hole.
Such a perfect mate! He's sure you'll do just as good laying them for him.
Hawks pulls you up so your sat on your knees in the center of the bed. He has to support you, because your legs are still wobbly from the last several hours, but he doesn't mind. He pulls you tight to his chest, pops that plug out, and starts pushing down on the top of you bulging stomach.
"Yeah sweetheart. Push them out for me. You're doing so good now." He croons in your ear.
You can feel him pressed up against you. He's hard and throbbing, rutting against your ass, but he's careful not to get in the way of you "laying" the eggs.
Between Hawks' rutting, the pressure on your stomach, and the still on going vibrations from the eggs you're inundated with sensations. The easiest thing to do is give in and lay the eggs, so you do.
It's a lot of effort. Your muscles are all exhausted from the last several hours and a few orgasms. Still, you bare down and push.
The vibrators are surprisingly hard to push out. Eventually thought the first one shifts down and starts to drop. You can feel it the whole way out. It runs up against your sensitive walls as it slides down. The vibrations causing you to shudder and sob.
Hawks just shushes you, eager for the main event.
The first egg pops out in a gush of fluid. Hawks had been kind enough to use quite alot of lube when he was cramming you full. Now it's dribbling down your thighs and making a mess of the bed sheets.
Once the first egg slides out, which was both a strange sensation and a pleasant release of some of the pressure inside of you, you start pushing in ernest. You're tired. You want this to be over with. You want to finish up and go to sleep already.
The moment Hawks sees the first egg he goes feral. He grabs your jaw, wrenches you head around, and devours your slack mouth. In-between kisses he's snarling and panting in you ear. "Oh, oh fuck! Yeah baby, you're doing so good. Keep pushing, keep fucking pushing! I want to see you lay our eggs! Fuck!"
The next one slides out a little easier. Your body has adjusted to the movements necessary and the feelings becomes retinue. Soon enough another egg is slipping from you body. Then another.
You lose yourself in a haze after that. You push until an egg slides out, Hawks gets excited, showers you with affection, then shoves down on your belly to begin the dance anew.
When the last egg slips out in a dribble of fluid you assume that's it. You're finished. There's nothing left inside of you. Hawks' hands keep pressing on your middle for a moment, trying to encourage you to push, before the lack of internal vibrations register.
He counts the eggs laying between your spread knees, and moans. Then he wrenches you backwards until you're seated on his cock.
"Look at them. LOOK AT THEM!" He grabs your chin and forces it downwards so you can see. "Look at our brood. Ours. My perfect mate, I filled you up so well, and you took it all! Fuck! All mine, you're mine!"
All you can feel is his thick cock splitting you open, and his swollen balls slapping into you with every thrust. He's hitting you so hard and deep. It's like he's trying to carve the shape of himself inside of you. Distently you realize the punched out noises your making are breathy gasps and screams. You can't hear anything except Keigo though. He commands every bit of you.
He litters you neck with sharp nips and bites. Both sides of it will be black and blue by morning, but for now all you can do is slump against him like a ragged little fuck doll as he uses you.
He slides one hand between your legs, and that's all it takes. Your climax washes over you in an electric wave so powerful that you black out. There's a roaring in your ears, and then nothing.
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You come back to yourself sometime later. It could have been seconds, or hours. All you know is you and Hawks are still kneeling above the eggs, and he's still positioning away inside of you. You can feel it as he slams into you one last time, and then stills. He's balls deep and throbbing as he cums. The warmth squirting sensitive places inside of you, but he doesn't let you escape. Even as you writhed and begged he held you until he was certain you took all of his seed.
Then he pulled you down, and laid your shivering body down on a dry part of the mattress. He was still nestled deep inside, keeping his cum in, and pressed up against your back. It jostleled you when he lent over and began switching off the eggs one by one.
"Looks like I'll have to recharge them for next time." He sighed.
Ice flooded your veins. "Next time?"
"Oh Babybird," he chuckled. "You didn't think this was a one off thing, did you? I have a whole 'nother box of these we haven't even opened yet. I'm thinking of working you up to double didgets . Doesn't that sound fun?" He asked in a mocking coo.
A quick count of the eggs spread out on the bed informed you that there had only been five inside of you. Hawks wanted to double that.
"No." You wheezed, but he only laughed.
You both knew he wasn't giving you a choice.
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Quirk: Lovesick
Yandere Hawks x reader
Content warnings: canon typical injuries, implied stalking, implied quirk related mental issues.
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Okay but just imagine this: You're just some ordinary unimportant civilian going about your day-to-day life, until one day you take a quick shortcut through an alley home, and stumble across the unconscious body of the number 2 pro Hero.
You're a good person, or at least you try to be. So when you find Hawks unconscious you pull your emergency first aid kit out of your bag and get to work. He's not actually that damaged. A quick check over and a completion of his ABC's tells you that he's probably just unconscious from a blow to the back of his head. it looks like he got swatted out of the sky and fell into the alley. There's probably some pros looking for him, so you pull off your jacket folded up under his head and sit back to wait.
Whether it's because of how hard it is to track down a falling object, or because he wasn't hit particularly hard no one comes looking for him, and Hawks wakes up a couple minutes later still in the alley with you. He's sore. The back of his head is killing him, but this is hardly his first time getting knocked out of the sky. He's familiar with the after effects of falling.
What he isn't familiar with is the soft, sweet warmth of another person settled beside him. It doesn't take him long to notice that all of his wounds have been tended to, and that his head is cushioned on someone's jacket. Exercise open minutely, gazing at you in between his lashes to check if your friend or foe. What he sees as an angel in human form hovering over him radiating concern.
He knows that that moment that he's in love with you.
On your end your little concerned because his eyes have flown open, molten gold catching you in thrall, but the pupils are strange. Instead of the usual round black pupils of a normal person his are strangely shaped like little hearts. You've never paid too much attention to his modeling spreads, but you're certain you would have remembered hearing if he had heart shaped pupils.
Which leaves you concerned this is the after effect of a quirk.
"Are you okay?" You ask.
Hawks blinks up at you, still a little dazed, and then smiles. "Yeah, I'm fine. Especially when an angel like you has taken such a good care of me."
Well, if he's good enough to flirt he clearly no longer needs your help. You quickly stand up and offer him a hand. "Mmhmn. Well, your companions and sidekicks will probably be arriving soon. Is there anything more I can do for you." You ask.
"I'd love to get your name and number, Angel." He teases as he stands back up.
You reclaim your jacket, brushing it off, and sliding it back on. Your first aid kit is next. It's the work of seconds to slide it back into your bag. You don't take any of that flirting seriously though because you said enough rumors about the number two to know this is the usual behavior from him.
"I don't normally hand out my personal information to strangers. Even ones that are technically celebrities." You fire back.
Hawks laughs at that. With his hands comes up to ruffle the hair on the back of his neck only for him to pull it away with the hiss as the motion irritates his probably bruised scalp. "I completely understand that, but unfortunately I'm still going to need that contact info. Your a full name, address, and either a phone number or email we can reach you at. I need all that for my report."
Ahhh, bureaucracy, the lord and master of us all. You nod your head. He passes you a pain in the notepad out of one of his jacket pockets, and you get to writing down all the personal info you think he might need. That includes a description of the first aid you did for him, since that seems like the kind of thing that should go into an incident report.
When you pass notepad back Hawks gives it a quick read through before putting it away. "Thanks Angel! This will make my report writing so much easier. If we do have to get in the contact with you it'll probably be within the next 3 to 5 business days."
"Alright." You say. The nickname is a little strange, but you heard about how unprofessional Hawks can be. The nickname is probably an extension of his flirtatious personality, so you decided not to take it seriously. His pupils are still heart shaped. However, it doesn't seem to be affecting him any, so you decide not to bring it up. If it is a part of the physical mutation of his quirk it would be rude to mention it.
You head out after that. The walk home is the same as always. The streets seem a little better than usual, but that's probably from the villain attack Hawks was involved with. You get home and lock up for the night. A smart thing to do, is to put this whole incident behind you, and forget it ever happened. The chances of you running into Hawks again are really slim. Unless his agency contacts you for a more in-depth report you shouldn't be hearing from him again.
Hawks on the other hand has no intention of noting down the brave civilian who stuck by his side in that alleyway. You wouldn't get into trouble or anything because of it. He just didn't want the commission getting too interested in you. He just wanted a chance to get to know you without them hovering over him.
Even just thinking about you make him feel weird. His heart is beating fast, his hands are shaking, and the thought of you makes heat burn through his veins. He's never felt like this before. So this is love, how weird. He's known that love could make people act strangely, but he never considered that something he'd be at risk for. Now he can't seem to get you off of his mind.
Letting you go home was one of the hardest things he's ever done. Luckily he was smart enough to get all of your info, and would be able to track you back down later. He'd have to arrange so it looked organic as to not scare you. However, with all his training in espionage he wasn't too concerned about that. Indearing himself to you, and making you fall in love with him would be child's play.
When he was back at his agency writing up the report he remembered what had knocked him out of the sky. A strange quirk from one of the low level thieves he's helped round up. If it manifested in the sickly pink light the villain had tossed at him. Distracted with assisting one of his sidekicks Hawks hadn't flown out of the way quick enough. He remember the flash of pink, and then nothing until he opened his eyes to the perfection of you.
He wondered what that quirk had done, but he didn't seem to be feeling any after effects. He knew none of the sidekicks had seen him fall, or they would have come looking for him. They'd likely just assumed he'd continued on without them. He was kind of curious about what the court had been hit with did. Safety protocols that he should pull the villains file and look it up. Or at least report getting hit in the first place.
Then the thought of you flashed across his mind. If the commission was concerned he'd been compromised by a quirk they would have them in lockdown so fast. He didn't want to spend the next three days quarantining when he could spend them tracking down information on you.
They were a small time villain anyways. Surely it was nothing. Considering how it had knocked him on his ass, Hawks was certain it was some sort of sedative quirk. Useful for villainy and quick getaways, but nothing he needed to be concerned with. Especially with thoughts of you all alone at home and vulnerable tempting him.
He had your address. Surely he could just fly by and check in on you. It couldn't hurt to leave a couple of feathers around where you live. Or maybe, he could manage to slip a couple under your door and into your home. It would technically be an invasion of privacy, but he'd be doing it to keep you safe.
Yes, that's what he do. After all, if you love someone you'd do anything to keep them safe. And he wasn't too keen on having his Angel out of his grasp for long.
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I set this sideblog up because I didn't want to flood my main or writing sideblog with heavy triggering content.
This blog will be a mix of headcannons, oneshots, and short stories. Oneshots and short stories will also be posted up on my AO3.
Content warnings will be posted at the start of individual stories.
Minors DNI with this blog.
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