#i’ll even take some soft yandere hawks too

[toutoshodoroki]

My brain today: Hawks Hawks Hawks Hawks Hawks

#especially alpha hawks #our soulmate au hawks #or rutting hawks #i’ll even take some soft yandere hawks too #he’s just so babygirl #kore blabs #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami

[flowersandbigteeth]

I’m not sure if your requests are still open, but if they are, would you be willing to do something for a faun in heat/a rut doing some sort of courtship ritual for his human mate? I’ll let you decide what he does for this ritual since I know you’ve said before you like more vague asks! (She/her for the human mate if you could?)

This story got a little dark, but is for the true yandere fans and not as sweet as I usually write ^_^ I can't believe I did two blizzard stories in a row without even realizing it until I went to pick the gif

General Plot: You bring home a drunk faun and get a bit more than you bargained for

Faun (Hawk) x female reader

Word Count: 3k

W: vague reference of murder and minor character death, spooky spells, sort of mind control? very yandere behavior sfw

“Hey…you ok?” you asked the Faun, glassy eyed, slouched on the side of the road. You picked up the open flask lying next to him and sniffed, pulling your head back as the stench of strong spirits hit your nose. 

He was handsome, even in his drunken state with pretty auburn hair sticking to his forehead and a sculpted physique. He was rather large for a faun with broad shoulders and thick, powerful legs tipped with hooved feet. Curling gold horns stuck out from his head, tangled with some dead grass. He lolled a bit, before trying to get up, only to slip in the snow and land face first in the slushy mud. 

“You’re going to freeze to death out here,” you said, frowning and glancing down the long empty road that you took to get home. He wasn’t from your village, you’d never seen him before. 

“Gnnnnghhg!” he moaned, rolling over on his back and spitting out mud. 

“Can you walk?” you asked, looking up at the sky, where gray clouds promising more snow accumulated overhead, “there’s a blizzard coming. You’ll die if you sleep here.” 

There was no way you could lift him and you wondered if you should run back to town and get some help from an Orc, but it was already late in the day. The sun was about to go down and everything would freeze soon. You weren’t sure if he would even survive the hour walk back to town. His gold skin was already looking a little blue and you had no way to know how long he’d already been out there.

He groaned again, so you heaved his thick arm over your shoulder and tried to help him up. It took a few tries and a lot of coaxing, but you finally got him on his own two feet. 

“My house isn’t far,” you told him, not that he was really paying attention, focusing on stumbling forward. 

“Ssssmell sssooo gooooo,” he murmured as you arduously helped him put one foot in front of the other, his horns knocking you in the face every time he turned his head. 

You didn’t normally pick up vagrants and take them home with you, but it was the middle of winter and your heart was too soft to let him freeze on the side of the road. You prayed to the goddess he wouldn’t make you regret it. 

After a long, exhausting walk, you let out a relieved sigh when you reached the gate to your little cottage in the woods. It was quaint, built by your late grandfather of carefully cut, interlocking stones, keeping it nice and cozy inside. 

Stuffing him through your rather small front door, you managed to get him on the couch which he promptly flattened with his weight. You sighed at the pile of splinters and fluff underneath him, but turned your attention to lighting your fireplace. Once you had a nice crackling fire going, you found a quilt big enough to almost fit over him and draped it over his prone body. 

He appeared to have fallen asleep, so exhausted you quickly fed yourself with some leftover bread and cuddled up in your oversized chair under another, smaller quilt to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn’t choke in his sleep. 

–

Hawk woke with a start and blinked at the wooden ceiling above him. The last thing he remembered he was dancing around a bonfire with his friends, drinking and celebrating their rut. There had been pretty maidens all around and music playing, the usual type of celebration for a faun, as well as lots and lots of alcohol. 

He didn’t normally overdo it, but apparently this time he had. The whole point of the celebration was to find a willing mate and he needed to be conscious to do that. He rolled over on his side to find himself in a small, warm home. He wondered if he’d found a mate after all and she’d taken him inside. Soft singing drifted to his ears from another room before you appeared holding a cup of water and some fresh bread. 

“You up?��� you asked with a smile, “I was worried you would sleep all day.” 

Hawk blinked at you once, then twice before his own smile appeared on his face. He’d chosen a beautiful mate. He adored your pretty doe eyes looking down at him and the loose hair framing your face. The whole house smelled strongly of your sweet scent mingling with fresh bread. 

He accepted the cup and bread, drinking thirstily and taking a big bite out of the thick, soft slice, smeared with strawberry jam. 

“I’m (Y/N),” you told him, “I found you on the side of the road yesterday…do you remember that?” 

He shook his head, chewing on a large bite. You giggled. 

“That’s not surprising,” you said, “you were pretty drunk. It’s fortunate you could still walk or you might have died.” 

He frowned at you and swallowed heavily. 

“You weren’t at the party?” he asked and to his dismay you shook your head. 

“I don’t know anything about any party,” you explained, “I just found you passed out on the side of the road, like I said.” 

“Oh.” he said flatly. 

That meant he hadn’t found a mate as he’d assumed. You were just a good samaritan. Still, you were quite lovely. More lovely than any of the other women he’d seen at the celebration. 

“Is your husband around?” he asked, nervous to hear your answer. 

At that you laughed. 

“No…” you said slowly, “I don’t have a husband…”

He grinned. That was one obstacle he didn’t have to worry about, at least.  

“Name’s Hawk,” he said, holding out a large hand to you. 

Taking it you couldn’t help but notice how much bigger it was than yours, with long strong fingers. 

“Good to meet you,” you replied cheerfully before glancing outside, “you might want to head home soon if you want to beat the storm. It’s looking pretty bad outside.” 

He followed your eyes to the window where snow was being whipped around in the gradually rising wind. 

“Don’t think I’ll make it home before it hits,” he murmured, considering he didn’t actually have any idea where he was, “can’t I stay here?”

He watched your face fall with concern as you thought about it, but finally, deciding you couldn’t send him out into a blizzard, you nodded. He rewarded you with a handsome smile. 

Shifting on your destroyed couch, Hawk was becoming more and more aware of his rut. His skin was getting feverish and he clenched and unclenched his fists trying to stay his instincts. The longer he was alone with you, the more he was aware of the gnawing ache that was consuming him. 

His eyes drifted over your form, wrapped in a simple cotton dress with fluffy socks. He needed to rut you and mate you, but mating wasn’t as simple as throwing you on your back and having his way with you. There was a ritual to complete, one that would have been done in the company of his fellow fauns if he’d stayed at the party where he should have been. Blood had to be spilled, though usually it was done all together to prevent an unnecessary slaughter. Usually they sacrificed a pig or a sheep, some farm animal that wouldn’t be missed. Here, alone in your cabin with a blizzard outside, there was no apparent sacrifice available. 

His salvation came as a knock on the door. You almost didn’t hear it as the wind whipped outside, rattling the trees, but hurried to the door to see who could possibly be visiting you in these conditions. 

“Hello (Y/N),” your friend Quillon chirped, beaming down at you. 

His face was red and wind burned from the cold. 

“What are you doing here, Quillon?” you gasped, shuffling him in out of the snow, “the weather is terrible! You shouldn’t be out.” 

Before he answered, his eyes immediately shifted to the shirtless faun still sitting on what remained of your couch. 

Following his eyes, you found your cheeks warming. 

“Oh, this is Hawk,” you explained to the fairy, “I found him on the side of the road.” 

Quillon immediately frowned, but turned his attention back to you. 

“I wanted to make sure you were supplied for the blizzard,” he said. 

Hawk almost growled, with every passing second he was growing more attached to you. 

He’s probably trying to get “trapped” here just like me, he thought darkly, his sharp green eyes watching the way Quillon’s smile grew as he took in your little floral dress and plaited hair. He obviously liked you as more than just a friend. Well, that’s just too bad, Hawk thought to himself, she’s mine. 

“I brought more firewood and some food, enough to get you through a few days,” Quillon went on, easing himself into your living room to block Hawk’s view of you. 

“That’s so kind of you,” you beamed, then peeked back outside. You couldn’t see anything past all of the snow that was falling. You quickly shut the door to block out the draft. 

“It looks like you made it here just in time, but I doubt you’ll make it back safely. Why don’t you stay? With my food and yours there should be enough for all three of us,” you said. 

He glanced back at Hawk uncomfortably, before hurrying outside to bring in the supplies he’d brought. 

When everything was inside you made Quillon take off his boots and got him settled on your chair. 

“I should make us some lunch,” you decided, “I bet you both could use a warm meal.” 

Hawk and Quillon feigned good will in tandem, giving you bright smiles until you left the room and their faces dropped. 

“What are you doing here?” Quillon snapped, “why don’t you go back where you came from?” 

Hawk looked smug. 

“(Y/N) brought me here herself. I think she likes me,” he said. 

Quillon snorted. 

“(Y/N) has a warm heart, goddess bless her. I won’t let you take advantage of her kindness. You need to go,” he snarled back. 

“Like you can do anything about it,” Hawk said. 

“I’ll throw you out myself if I have to,” he growled. 

Hawk’s eyes glinted. 

“Maybe we should settle this outside,” he hissed, “I don’t think for a minute you could take me.” 

Quillon was already putting on his boots, prepared for a fight, despite the nasty weather and wind. 

“The faun and I are going to check the barn, sounds like one of the doors is rattling!” he called to you, watching Hawk warily rise to his full height. 

“Be careful!” you shouted back, working on chopping up meat for stew. 

Hawk laughed to himself as he followed Quillon outside. He had probably 70 pounds on him and Quillon wasn’t a small guy. Hawk’s eyes bled to red with murderous intent as they made their way through the wild wind and snow far enough away that you wouldn’t hear the fight. Of course, Hawk didn’t play fair. He didn’t wait for Quillon to square up, attacking him the moment he was out of shouting distance from your house. 

Quillon did shout, but it was muffled by the high wind and trees smacking together, creating a cacophony of sound that acted as the perfect cover. 

The fight ended quickly and in only a few moments, Quillon was motionless in the snow. He dragged his lifeless body into the barn, where he decided to stage the ceremony. Despite the protests of your pigs and goats, all of which could have been perfectly usable sacrifices, he cleared an area in the dirt floor and quickly used Quillon’s blood to draw the sacred sigil on the dirt floor before it got too cold to run freely. First he drew a large circle and then traced the magic symbols that would facilitate the binding. His chest puffed with pride that he’d dispatched his competitor and was going to bind you to him with his very blood. 

When he was happy with it, he carried the rest of your friend into the woods to be covered in snow until spring came months later. The last thing he had to do was drag the cart Quillon had brought with him to carry supplies out of your eyesight. Once you were bound it wouldn’t matter if you saw it, but until then he needed it hidden. It was cold and tough work, cutting through the wind, but the thought of his future plans warmed his heart. 

Brushing snow off of his shoulders he made his way back to your warm, cozy home. 

“Everything okay?” you asked, peeking your head out of the kitchen, “where’s Quillon?” 

He was a shockingly good liar, putting on an absolutely innocent face to answer you. 

“He said he was going to run home for some supplies he forgot while the weather isn’t too bad, looks like the doors of your pig pen are broken,” he said with a small smile, “said he’s afraid the pigs will wander out into the snow and freeze.” 

You frowned because you wouldn’t have felt comfortable traveling in the snow, but maybe Quillon was made from tougher stuff. 

“Broken?” you said, “that’s impossible! Those doors are made from solid oak, my grandfather made them himself.” 

He shrugged. 

“You can come see for yourself if you like,” he said, hiding the wiley smile that wanted to bloom on his face. 

You twisted your lip as you put on your warm coat and some heavy boots, following him through the blinding white snow to your barn. Inside, it was very dark, so you didn’t even notice  when you stepped into the sacred circle he’d crafted on the floor. 

“O woll teki yua hustegi end meki yua my wofi!” you heard Hawk boom into the barn, his loud, deep voice echoing off of the wall. 

Turning around, confused, you suddenly felt hot all over and your skin felt like it was prickling under your jacket. Around you, the circle he’d drawn glowed gold, casting eerie shadows on Hawks face, making him appear totally unhinged with the wide smile that grew across it. 

“Wha-” you started to say, but your words were caught in your throat as you were overcome with a wave of need. Your body needed his. You could feel it in your very bones. 

You stood there frozen, trying to comprehend what was happening, but your consciousness was drifting away, becoming more feral. Your mind was desperately seeking Hawk’s scent and his skin against yours. You crumpled to the ground, the last bits of sense bleeding out of you. 

Hawk chuckled, pleased that his spell had worked. You were his now. You could never love another, you would always be seeking him. Only his scent would smell like home to you, all others would smell rancid. Anyone else’s touch would burn. Another male’s kisses would make you nauseous. It was an ancient secret spell only the fauns knew and guarded very closely. 

You whimpered on the floor forgetting all about the barn door or where Quillon went. From then on you were Hawk’s and his alone. He scooped you up in his large arms and rather obediently you pressed your head into his chest, his scent and touch like a balm for your burning skin. 

“Don’t worry, darling,” he purred at you, knowing you were probably not thinking about anything at all but him. He kissed you on the head, making you mewl, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure starting from that spot and rippling outward over you. You shuddered in his arms, trying to rub yourself against him, covering yourself in his scent. 

“I’m going to take good care of you, my pretty starling,” he assured you with a smug smile as he carried you through the snow back to now his home where you would start your life with your new mate.

#sfw yandere #male yandere #yandere fluff #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #monster lover #monster x reader #faun #monster x girl #monster oc #fantasy fluff

[i-cant-sing]

Promise: Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki reader

This is a side story takes place in the YRHR series, after part 1, when the reader returns home, blind.

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"Y/n... Come on, wake up. Its 9 already." You heard him say, feeling the bed dip as he sat on it, gently touching the back of your shoulder. "Aren't you hungry? Mom's making your favourite."

When you gave no response, Shotou pulled the covers away from your face, his brows furrowing at the bandages around your eyes that had loosened up. You had did that, clawing at the meticulously tight knot Natsuo had done; you didn't like how it settled on your eyes.

"You're awake, right?" The only answer he got was you turning your cheek further away from him when he tried to caress it. Shotou didn't like your silence and he missed it when you used to ramble about almost anything to him. He missed when you were happy.

The door bell rang.

Shotou looked at his watch confused. Wasn't Natsuo supposed to come around at 11? He could hear Enji walking to the main door, and after a few seconds of silence, he heard footsteps coming towards your room. But then he heard some scuffling, and people talking- he recognised Enji's and Dabi's voices, his brother's getting louder by the second.

"I'll check who's there. Stay."

Stay? You would've rolled your eyes if, you know, you still had them.

A few more minutes passed and you could hear Dabi arguing with someone, and you think that Shotou is trying to calm him down. Deciding to take advantage of the situation, you got up from the bed. For the past whole month, Shotou would come to wake you up everyday, carrying you in his arms to the bathroom, never letting you walk on your own, claiming "you'll get hurt".

Idiot.

Taking one small step at a time, you stretched your arms out trying to reach the wall. Once you felt the cold, smooth surface, you used it to guide you towards the door.

No matter what you did, or how many times you told them to back off, that you can do this on your own, they wouldn't let you. Hell, you were pretty sure that if they could, they would breathe for you too. As if trying to instil in your mind that you're helpless without them, incapable of making your own decisions.

I'll show them how fucking capable I am.

After stubbing your toe only once, you finally reached the door, your hand gripping the metal knob. You placed your ear on the door, trying to figure out who and where everyone is standing. The corridor seemed empty and you think everyone is downstairs.

Opening the door, you used another wall to guide you towards the stairs. You hoped Shotou doesn't see you; he'd throw a hissy fit at you attempting to walk down the stairs.

As you took one careful step at a time, you heard the commotion grow louder. You could hear Dabi yelling profanities at the other person, certainly not Enji because Rei or Fuyumi would've stepped in by now to stop him. You used to stop him too, but ever since what happened, you don't really care anymore.

"Why the fuck are you even here?! She doesn't fucking want to see you!"

"Dabi-!"

"And who is gonna stop me? You? I'd be happy to knock you down on your ass- its about goddamn time!"

"Hawks!"

Hawks?

Hawks.

Hawks!

You almost stumbled down the last few steps, but you needed to know- was he, was he really here?

"K-Keigo?"

You heard his wings flap before you felt him, the wind gushed at your body strongly, making you lose your balance. But muscular arms wrapped around you before you could fall, and the winged hero lifted you up and spun you around, making you burst into laughter.

Rei was the first one to cry.

You laughed.

Not a bitter, sarcastic one.

A genuinely happy laugh.

And she missed her baby's laugh so much.

Dabi's eyes widened slightly. His heart clenching up a bit as he realised how he missed that beaming look on your face. He realised how fucking naive you were, how you were his little sister that he needed to protect.

Shotou felt envy. Why- why didn't you laugh like that with him? Why didn't you laugh for him? Was he... not a good brother?

Fuyumi actually rushed out of the kitchen when she heard you, her hands coming up to her mouth to suppress the sob that was building up. Too long. It had been too long since you were happy.

Natsuo smiled. He smiled as he saw you chortle when the hero's feathers tickled your cheek. He wished you would smile more often.

Enji's breath hitched as he saw you chuckle into Hawk's shoulder. It was so natural, so lively, so radiant. He had been dying to hear that sweet sound again.

Your heart was beating fast and your stomach was doing somersaults as you felt the air rushing through your hair and cooling on to your neck, the soft feathers brushing across your skin.

He really was here.

But so were they.

And you could feel their eyes on you.

Keigo frowned when he saw you curl yourself into him, as if trying to bury yourself into his chest. When he looked around, he saw them glaring and that's when he puffed out his wings before curling them around you; shielding you.

"I'll be spending time with my goddaughter. Do not disturb us." And with that, Hawks flew you up to your room, locking the door before they could sat anything. He could hear Dabi arguing, but he trusted Enji to handle him.

He set you on your bed, chuckling as you didn't let go of his collar.

"Its okay, dove. I'm here, now- ow!" You cut him off by punching his arm.

"Where were you?!"

"In your heart- ow! Stop hitting me!" He caught your wrists.

"You said you were gonna visit me at home! Its been a whole month-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but believe me, I really was busy!" Sighing, he continued. "The hero commission sent me to Europe for a mission and things got a bit messy, so I got caught up."

Yanking your hands out of his grip, you scowled. "Would it have killed you to call?"

"I mean I wouldn't say kill, but I probably could've lost a limb or two-" He started laughing when when you began getting up to walk to the door.

Keigo wrapped his arms around you, smiling cheekily"Y/n- I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. Come back-"

"No, let go! I don't have time for your bullshit" He continued laughing, easily picking you up and dropping you back on your bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Come on, now. Stop being mad." You heard him shuffling. "Besides, I've got something for you!"

He dropped something in your lap. You picked an item, your hands feeling around it, trying to figure out what the rectangular shaped box was.

"Whats this?"

"Oh, here. Let me help you." He lifted the lid of the box and you were immediately hit by a familiar smell.

"Chocolate?"

He hummed in confirmation"Your favourite ones too! They were always sold out! Luckily, I was able to use my charm on the owner."

"Charm? Oh, you mean where you pull that ugly smirk and do that half lidded look with your eyes, and you think that you look hot but you actually just look creepy?"

"Yeah- hey!"

And then the next 3 hours were spent like that, Hawks telling you about Europe and the bad guys he caught, you telling him about the way your family had been treating you.

"They don't let me do anything, they don't give me any privacy! Its like- its like they want me to be a doll!" You gave an exasperated sigh. "They- they act like they are being so generous. Like it was somehow my fault that my eyes got fried!"

"Oh come on. They can't be that bad-"

"They are! So much worse than before. Look, I'm a grown up- I need my space too! You know what Shotou said when I asked him to get me a walking stick? He said I don't need one since he can carry me everywhere. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get carried to the toilet every single day? Do you?!"

"Well, no-"

"And then Fuyumi cuts up my food and spoon feeds me herself! I know I'm blind but its not like I'm gonna stuff the food up my nose or something!"

The hero snickered at that.

"And then Enji reads me these novels or the newspaper and he skips over the parts he thinks I'm too "young" or "immature" to understand! They even monitor what I listen to! Fuyumi or Shotou would be quick to change the channel if something above pg 10 comes on!" You ran a hand through your hair frustratedly. "I asked Enji to get me a Braille and the first few time he pretended like he didn't hear me, before finally saying that I don't need one!"

"Don't worry, I'll sneak in a Braille for dummies the next time I visit."

"Hey-! Wait... what do you mean "next time"?"

"Oh come on! I promise I'll come earlier next time. Maybe in like 2 weeks-"

"No."

"What-"

"No. I want to leave this place today. You promised."

"Y/n-"Keigo reached to place a hand on your shoulder but you pushed him off.

"You. Promised. You said you'll get me out of here when I leave the hospital" You inhaled deeply. "Well, guess what, Hawks? Its been a whole month."

"I know but you're not well enough-"

"I AM! If anything, staying here is harming me more!" Your tone was getting angrier. "You said- you said you would take me away from them."

"I can't do it right now. The hero commission needs me-"

"I need you! Or am I just not worth your time?"

"Please, dove- try to understand. How will I take care of you if I'm out at the agency?"He tried to pet your head but you smacked his hand away, snarling at him.

"You're a liar. A big fucking liar! Was this the plan all along? To give me hope that you'll save me, only to fucking crush it?!" The hero managed to dodge the box of chocolates you threw at him. "I don't need fucking chocolate or your stupid presents. I need to get out of this goddamn house!"

The hero began walking towards the door. "You're not thinking rationally- I'll- I'll leave." But before the hero could manage to take another step, you were leaping towards him, but since you couldn't see, you only managed to fall near his feet. When he grabbed your shoulders to help you up, you were quick to latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly.

"No- no! Don't go. Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. Please, don't be mad. I swear I'll behave, just don't leave me here!" Your hold onto him was becoming painfully tight.

Keigo felt like someone was breaking his heart piece by piece as he looked at you. The way your body shook from your pitiful sobs, the way you held onto his jacket as if your life depended on it- he was forced to remember how vulnerable you looked the night he brought you back to the this house. The same night when you begged and begged him to fly you away, that you'll do anything as long as he didn't dropped you back at the Todoroki estate.

"Y/n- darling, love, listen to me. I promised you that I'll keep you save, didn't I? I promise I'll come back soon-"

"YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT SHE'S DONE TO ME! SHE BURNED MY FUCKING EYES HAWKS! I'M FUCKING BLIND! DO I NEED TO LOSE A LIMB FOR YOU TO GET ME OUT OF HERE?! DO I HAVE TO SUFFER FROM ANOTHER "ACCIDENT"?!"

Hawks knew that bitch Rei did this on purpose, he knew and it killed him that he couldn't save you from her. He wanted to tell you that he believed you, and he was preparing a place for you. But the hero knows your siblings were eavesdropping, right on the other side of the door.

He had to be careful and play the fool if he wanted to get you out of this hell hole.

"Y/n please-"

You shook your head repeatedly, pulling him closer to you as you shrieked at him. "No. NO! I wont let you go! I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME! Keigo, I'm begging you! Take me with you, please! I'll die! I'll die! I'LL FUCKING DIE, KEIGO! PLEASE!"

Your loud screams had your siblings bursting through the door, obviously using a spare key. "Y/n, whats wrong-" You jumped away when they touched your shoulder, giving Hawks chance to slip away.

You instantly reached out for him, flailing your arms around to get a hold of him again. But the hero was already out the door and your siblings quickly pulled you back into their arms, shushing you, trying to calm you down.

But you were inconsolable. Thrashing around in Shotou's arms, you kept begging for Hawks to come back. "HAWKS COME BACK! LET ME GO! HAWKS, PLEASE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE!" It pained them to see you like this, so hysterical; Shotou and Fuyumi whispered sweet nothings but you payed them no mind. Natsuo knew you were going to hyperventilate soon, but he was more worried about you bursting a vessel in your head.

Thinking fast, he quickly brought up a tranquilliser- and the moment the sharp smell of the alcohol swab hit your nose, you were wrestling harder to get out Shotou's and Fuyumi's arms.

"Y/n, please calm down-"

"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! KEIGO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! COME BACK- STOP! STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP!" You screamed louder than before when you felt her cold hands gripping your arm, holding it still so that your brother could administer the dose.

As the drug began taking effect, your thrashing slowed down before you finally slumped into Shotou's arms. The tranquilliser numbed the headache that was forming, and you felt Fuyumi use a tissue to wipe the snot and the spit off your face.

"I'll die... I'll die... And you won't be there. And I'll die..."

Hawks was in a trance like state as he watched Shotou tuck you under the covers. He wanted to use his sharp feathers to slice off that cold bitch's hand that brushed the hair out of your face, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your daunting screams rang through his ears; his chest felt like some was shoving a knife through it slowly as he played back the image of you trying to wring yourself free from their arms, one hand still reaching out for him. It took everything in him not to grab it and pull you away from those monsters, but he had to remind himself of the bigger picture.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the pyromaniac standing next to him until he spoke.

"This is all your fault."

Hawks looked at Dabi. His fault?

"You shouldn't have come here."

"She's my goddaughter-"

"Shut the fuck up." Dabi narrowed his eyes at the hero. "She's like this because you gave her false hope. Hope, that one day she'll get away from us. You and I both know that's not gonna happen." He sighed before continuing. "You call yourself a hero, but in reality, you're no better than us."

As Hawks turned to leave, not willing to let the villian get on his nerves, Dabi spoke again.

"Dont bother coming back. She won't forgive you. She'll never forget this betrayal."

Hurtful as they were, he knew the words he said were true.

Hawks was almost out the gates when he saw Enji sitting in the garden, looking at the koi pond. He should've left, should've flown away but there was something in Enji's eyes that had the winged hero walking towards him. He recognised the emotion as soon as he got close.

Sorrow.

Or was it guilt?

Perhaps a mixture of both.

"Endeavour, are you... alright?"

The number 1 hero looked away from the fish and blinked at him.

"Hawks? What are you still doing here?"

The blonde chuckled nervously. "I was just on my way out." He gazed at him. "Are you okay? You seem to be in deep thought."

Enji only stared at him. Taking his silence as the answer, Hawks turned to leave.

"Why did you come here today, Keigo?"

Keigo.

He suppressed the urge to shudder the way his name rolled off his tongue.

"She's my goddaughter too. Why? Do you think it was a bad decision to come?"

"No." Enji sighed. "I just- she hadn't laughed like that in a long time."

Hawks stood beside him. "She's still traumatised from the kitchen accident. Its understable-"

"No. She hadn't laughed like that for a long time, even before this happened." Enji's eyes moved towards the night sky. The stars were twinkling extra bright tonight. How he wished you could see it. "Before she lost her sight, she used to look out the window, her eyes searching sky." He gulped. "She was looking for you, Keigo. You- you made her happy, you make her laugh. I don't."

Hawks placed his hand on Enji's shoulder. "That's not true, Enji. You do make her happy. She loves you. She feels safe with you. She sees you as her protector."

"She does?"

He nodded. "Of course. If you want things to return to normal, you need to treat her normally too. Just- just talk to her. Sort out the issues and wash away whatever fears she has." Hawks wanted Enji to listen to you, to really listen to you and protect you from Rei. He could only hope that Enji understood what he meant.

Hawks was right, Enji realised. Whatever delusions you have of Rei wanting to hurt you on purpose, of being the "bad person", they can all be cleared up if he just talked to you. Ever since the incident, the family avoided talking to you about Rei or the events that had occurred that day.

If he just talked to you, things will return to normal. You'll become happy again.

"Thank you, Keigo."

Hawks only smiled in return. "I'll be leaving now."

"Okay. When will you visit again?"

"I'll be gone for longer now. The hero commission is sending me on another mission again."

"Oh. Safe travels, then."

As Hawks flew away, he began thinking about the house.

The house where he was going to take you to soon. He just needs to add a few finishing touches before he sets his plan in motion. The plan to rescue you, and eventually Enji, from those sadist that call themselves your family.

He will not let his dove get hurt again.

He'll save you this time.

He promises.

Thoughts?

Idk how this turned out, angst wasn't the plan initially. Guess I'll write godfather Hawks fluff for another day.

Anyways, now that this is done, I'll start working on RE 8 fic now.

#yandere hawks #yandere godfather hawks #yandere hawks x reader #yandere keigo takami #yandere enji todoroki #yandere todoroki clan #yandere todoroki family #yandere endeavor #yandere dabi #yandere bnha #yandere dabi x reader #yandere rei todoroki #yandere natsuo todoroki #yandere fuyumi todoroki #yandere shotou todoroki #yandere shoto todoroki #enji todoroki #enji todoroki x reader #endeavour x reader #keigo tamaki #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #platonic yandere #yandere #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere platonic #yandere enji x reader #shotou todoroki #rei todoroki

[tomurasprincess]

(Sorry if this is too far or too gross) i can’t get the thought of Doctor!Hawks out of my head. Like just imagine him slipping you some fucked up “meds” that are just making you sick so you keep coming back to him and in your sickly state he decides to take advantage of you hehe

☆彡 Warnings: Dubcon, abuse of power, medical malpractice, drugging, light aphrodisiacs, fingering, squirting, yandere

☆彡 Note: Doctor Hawks is in the house and he has the perfect cure for you 😂

“I’ve been doing everything you said, taking all the medicine. But I haven’t been feeling any better,” you tell the doctor as you sit on the exam table. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” You’re shivering almost uncontrollably, sweat dripping down your face from a fever. Your whole body is sore and tender, and despite everything, there’s an insistent throb between your legs that you’re trying to ignore.

“Hmm, let me just take a look then.” Dr. Takami says as he pushes you down onto the table, lifting your legs gently into stirrups as he spreads them. You’re expecting him to take your temperature or maybe use the stethoscope to listen to your heart.

Anything but him reaching under your gown and cupping you intimately between your legs. Your hips buck involuntarily as a small gasp leaves your throat.

“Just a bet sensitive, are we?” His voice is professional, but his actions are anything but. 

“What - what are you doing?” 

“I’m examining you, of course. I have to make sure you’re healthy.” He slips two fingers inside of you as he finishes his sentence, and you whine at the stretch.

“I - but I’m not -”

“Not what? You’re so warm down here, so wet - I think there must be something wrong. You shouldn’t be getting wet from being sick, now should you?”

His logic is wrong, all wrong, but the fever raging through your system doesn’t let you reason it out. He’s the doctor, isn’t he? Surely he wouldn’t take advantage of you like this.

He curls his fingers up, grazing a spot inside of you that has your hips bucking and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Shit, that - please stop that.”

“Well your reactions seem normal,” he muses as he grinds against that same spot. “Does it feel good?”

“Y-y-yeah, but - “

“Then I’ll continue.”

He works his fingers in and out of you, reaching up with his other hand to press down against your lower stomach as he curls his fingers up. The feeling has you tightening around his fingers as you feel hot liquid gush out of you, whines and whimpers leaving your throat as you cum hard. He finger fucks you through it, overstimulating you and forcing you through another orgasm before you’ve even come down from the first one.

“Fuck, too sensitive, too - please stop, it’s too much - “ you babble mindlessly as you’re pushed over your peak again, more liquid squirting out of you and soaking the exam table underneath you.

He withdraws his fingers making a humming noise as he examines them. He leans down to watch your pussy clenching around nothing, letting out a soft groan at the sight.

“I think you need more medicine,” he tells you, and you nod automatically. He reaches over into his desk drawer, pulling out a pill bottle and handing it to you. “Here. Take this three times a day for a week.”

“But - “

“You’re not going to be a difficult patient, are you? Only children complain about taking their medicine” he says sternly, and you glance to the side in embarrassment. 

“Alright,” you say quietly, not able to look him in the eyes.

“Good girl,” he says as he pats your head like a dog. “I’ll see you in a week.”

#mari thirsts #hawks thirst #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks smut #tw: dubcon #tw: medical play #anon asks

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

can you pls write alphabet for yandere fundy ty and ily!!!

Author's note- Little furry boi, I really want more Las Nevadas Crew request

Warnings- Obsession, Worship, mental abuse, Psychological torture, physical abuse, panic attacks (Fundy), lack of freedom, guilt tripping, and fear

Yandere Fundy Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Fundy would be very touch starved, so he would cuddle you, kiss you, and just pick you up and carry you around.

But if Fundy couldn't touch you, he would give you gifts of things you like, he'll spoil you rotten.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Fundy can be pretty messy. His main method is quite simple, he'll just slash the person in the back with his claw like nails and then claw them to death.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Fundy wouldn't want to to treat you badly, he doesn't want to be like his father, and just the thought of it makes him sick.

Fundy would treat you with respect and will respect your boundaries, but if you don't like being touched, well I'm sorry because this furry boy will NEVER let you go.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I mean, possibly touching you if you don't like being touched. Oh, and not taking you outside, he'll only take you to Las Nevadas since you two live there, but even then he'll watch you like a hawk.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Fundy is pretty vulnerable, everyone basically left him, he can't loose you too. So if anyone threatened his Darling, he would fucking beat them to a pulp until someone pulls him off.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Pretty disappointed, he's given you everything, besides freedom, but who needs freedom anyways when you have someone to think and do things for you. He'd most likely just lock you in your room until you behave.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This. Isn't. A. Fucking. Game. This man would go into straight fucking panic the moment he find out, he may even have a panic attack. But after that he'll calm down and using his fox sense of smell to find you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Picture this:

You just said to Fundy that he was just like his father, and that, that would break him. All of his common sense, all of his self control and all of his sympathy and empathy are all gone.

"Just like Wilbur? HAHAHAH, you think Wilbur would do something like this... Oh... I'll show you what he would do if I'm just like him!"

Fundy would pin you you down and start punching you, and they he would start to claw at your face, and he would only stop when he looks at his hands, all of it covered in blood. Fundy would look at your passed out and limp body with so much regret. He would patch you up while crying and cuddle you saying.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're right... I'm just like Wilbur..."

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Living in Las Nevadas with no worries. No more wars, no more Dream, no more Wilbur. Just peace.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Fundy gets jealous quite easily, and when he does he starts to get rude to the person and insult them until they run off crying. If you were to ask what was that for, he'd just say that he was protecting you and that they were just going to use you for their own disgusting desires.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Pretty soft, he'd do whatever you want and treat you like absolute royalty. But don't take him for a push over, the moment he sees your taking advantage of his kindness and generosity, he'd lock you in a room with no food and no water, just so you learn that his kindness and generosity is a privilege, so treat it as such.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Fundy would be so blush around you, he would send you love letters and gifts anonymously, and would watch you when you open them, wanting to see your reaction to his gifts, seeing you happy makes him so happy.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really, no, but he is 10x softer.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Fundy would never want to hurt you physically or emotionally on purpose, he doesn't want to be Wilbur 2.0

Key words are- Physical or Emotionally.

This man will definitely use some psychology shit on you. Have you heard of white room torture? He would definitely do that. This man would harm you mentally, but he could never harm you physically, cause whenever he sees the scars he starts to cry, seeing himself as a disgusting monster.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Freedom and freedom of speech. God forbid you mention or say the name Wilbur around him, this man would go insane and beat you to a pulp, before regaining his composure, patching you up, and crying while cuddling you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Fundy's pretty patient, he understands that love takes time, trust, and that it can be cruel. He'll give you all the time in the world for you to love him, there's no need to worry.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you were to escape, he would find you within a few hours, and then drag you right back while ranting and guilt tripping you about how much pain you caused him.

Now if you died, he'd be heartbroken, he wouldn't even take care of himself anymore and would just let his nightmares consume him, and juust allow himself to wake up from those nightmares.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Fundy would know it's wrong to hold people hostage, but he just wants to protect you, they're too much bad and terrible people on this server and he doesn't want you to fall victim to them, so if kidnaping keeps you safe, then I guess that's what he must do, love hurts, but it'll be worth it in the end.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

☆PEOPLE LEAVING HIM☆ So whenevethe starts to fall for someone or befriend someone, he'd do anything for them not to leave him, but if they abuse or mistreat him, he'd drop and let them go.

Tears: How do they feel about their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Fundy would feel terrible if he made you cry, he would beg you to stop while apologizing. But if someone else made you cry, he would threaten the person.

If you were to yell at him, he may get scared since it reminds him whenever people got upset with him, mainly Wilbur, so Fudny would just back away scared before running off.

If you were to isolate yourself, he would tell you it isn't healthy and that you should talk to him if he or someone else did something wrong.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not really sure.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

A few things actually.

His obsession with you, if you act like you're obsessed with him, you may be able to escape.

His desperate attempts to not be like Wilbur, if you continue to assure him he isn't like Wil, you could gain his trust and escape.

Using guilt tripping against him, make him feel bad and he'll give you more freedom, then you could escape.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Fundy has outbursts sometimes and during those times he can't control himself, leading him to hurt you. He doesn't mean to though.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

A lot of lengths, he basically worships the ground you walk on and would do anything for your love, affection and approval.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

1 year.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Fundy doesn't want to break you, he could never live with that.

#yandere dream #yandere dream smp #yandere dream x reader #yandere mcyt #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #fundy x reader #Yandere Fundy #Yandere Fundy x reader

[keiarchived]

Can I request Hawks with a very shy darling that is always shying away from him because she’s nervous to talk to him because he’s a stranger, and maybe it’s about how he slowly gains her trust and coaxes her out to his loving arms 🥺

@yanbaere: I’m in love with you blog 🥺 yandere Hawks makes me really soft and I love him,,, can I request some yandere hawks with a shy and insecure s/o? 🥺 he would be so protective and sweet with them and would definitely harm anyone that tries to hurt them or makes them feel bad,,he just hits different when he’s a yandere 👉🏻👈🏻 I adore your blog and your writing! It’s amazing 💕💕

anon: how about a one shot of yandere! Hawks x virgin/! reader ? 👀 I imagine he would be so freaking happy he got to be his s/o’s first time but of course he probably already knew that; he’s a little rough and haz a breeding kink but nothing you can’t handle, right? >;)

Yan Hawks with a shy birdie 🥺 this low-key adorable but also flirty af so like prepare yourself ♥️ Also thank you for the support guys! ♥️

Sorry it took so long 🥺

Yandere!Hawks x Shy!F!Reader

warnings: Yandere, manipulation, possessive, obsessive, breeding kink

words: 1.4k

The moment Keigo laid his eyes on you, he knew you were different. This pure and glowing aura radiating off you is unreal, it’s not often the number two hero let other catch him by the wings. Even rarer for him to be so interested in someone but you... you’re a breath of fresh air.

It was during a Christmas party when he met you, trying to make yourself as small as possible behind your mother. Being the child of a single mother hero meant attention often find its way towards the two of you, with men and women alike wondering how she do it. Raise a kid as well as dedicate herself to being a hero, there honestly are no secrets. Your mother and you function like any other family, sure there will be times where she would come home late and you have to help out a lot more than usual. But you don’t mind, your mother have been working hard for the two of you after all.

Plus it’s not like you’re a child, you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself. Just a little shy and nervous around the edge, nothing Keigo couldn’t help you through. “Hey, glad you could make it.” The winged hero said in his usually layback tone as he greeted your mother, they had worked together on the same mission before and needless to say she is more than impressed by Hawks’ skills. The perfect son in law wouldn’t you say?

As per usual, you hide before your mother as the two heroes continued with their conversation. Catching up with each other whilst chuckles and laughs were heard but of course, Keigo’s eyes were set on you -- like how it had been in the last couple of minutes whilst talking to your mother whilst wondering how he could get you alone. It’s you he wants to talk to after all, as if lady luck is on Keigo’s side today, some other hero waved at your mother and has kindly asked her to come over, perfect. “Honey, why don’t you stay here with Hawks for a moment? I’ll be right back. You wouldn’t mind would you?” 

Oh if only she knew the danger that lurks behind his artificial smile, how this man have already laid his trap to lure you in. “Sure, of course. I don’t mind.” Keigo smiles with teeth rooting sweetness behind those word, before you could even protest, your safety shield has wander off.

There was a moment of awkward silence when you watched your mother’s figure blends into the crowd, greeting her fellow heroes but before you dig deeper into those mindless thoughts Keigo managed to snapped you out of it with a simple chuckle. Was it if ill will or kindness, you don’t know. The only thing you know is how handsome his face is upon a closer look, sandy blonde locks with a few strays among those well swoop back ones and a pair of dangerous looking golden hues to pair with. “What’s your name dove?”

“Y/N...” You were hesitant to give Keigo your name, felt as though you had just signed a contract with the devil himself and rest was history.

It took a while for you to truly open up to the winged hero but surprisingly or unsurprisingly, he was patient. Taking those small but necessary steps in order to make you comfortable, as much as he is obsessed with you, Keigo still put your comfort first above everything. Bring you small gifts that reminds you that he’s there whenever you need him, despite the hours of a day. If it’s for you, he will make it work. Date nights often resulted in spending inside and Keigo is fine with it, movie nights, game nights as long as he get to spend the time with you he is more than happy. Needless to say, your mother is supportive of the relationship with Keigo, how could she not when the perfect son in law present himself as your boyfriend?

He would never hurt you unlike all those other corrupted men, you know that right? As long as you are under his wings, nothing could harm you.

Keigo have been patient, he really have. Only doing whatever you’re comfortable with, soft kisses, caressing those cute flustered cheeks of yours, a hand tracing shapes on your thighs but it was all becoming too much. He wants you.

The thought of you crying out his name in pleasure, body quivering in needs as lewd wet sounds bounces off walls surrounding the two of you is enough to have his own cock grow hard. “Keigo...” Oh, if only you could see the expression you said his name with. So cute but yet alluring, “Princess... if you keep saying my name like that, you’re in trouble.” But you already know that don’t you? The way Keigo have been eyeing you ever since he have you cages beneath him on these soft sheets, golden shimmers with minimal lights, soft kisses soon became desperate and needy.

Your breath soon became unevening as Keigo trails those kisses further and further away from your lips, nibbling and biting hard enough to leave beautiful marks. “Wa-wait! Keigo please...” It wasn’t as if you didn’t want him to take you, in fact is the complete opposite. Everytime the winged hero left you breathless, a shameless patch of dampness gathers between your thighs. “Hm? What is it baby? I’m sorry I-“

“I’m a virgin.” Keigo’s eyes widen slightly, pretending as if he was completely clueless about the news. Sweetheart, Keigo knows every details about you and he is well informed. But the way you said it, cheeks red as his own wings and a slight pout on your lips — the less he could do is give you a reaction you wanted. “We’ll take it slow princess...”

Well at least the beginning he was.

When Keigo finally inches his cock into those throbbing tightnsss, it was surreal. The mere feeling had him tossing his head back in bliss whilst he tries to hold himself back, gritting his teeth until he was balls deep. Peppering you with kisses in order to help you ease up, adjust to the size of his cock stretching your untouched cunt open. “Fuck... you’re doing so good baby...” Keigo would coos, tugging those loose strands of hair behind your ears and away from your forehead before he finally started rutting into you. Those soft moans and whimpers only egged him on, feeling the way your nails dug at the sides and under his wings. God, it was like you wanted him to go wild, to go feral and eventually he did.

Hips snapping against your mound with long deep strokes, hard enough to leave them red even in the morning after as Keigo have you folded into a mating press. Hands gripping firmly on either sides of your ankles, drinking ever last bits of those delicious twists of pleasure from you. “Hm.. you like that?” A lazy grin stretched across his lips, “Like being breed like a bitch in heat even though I just took your virginity?” The mere thought of him being your first and last man, the one to corrupt you is enough to drive Keigo’s little edge further, drilling even deeper into your cunt to leave your body arching in bliss.

“Ke-Keigo no more-!” You have already lost count of the number of orgasm he managed to rip out of you in the last two hours, but you’re damn well sure if Keigo edges you to another, those pretty eyes of yours just might roll back and stay close. “Just one more baby, you can do it for me can’t you? You’ve been doing so well so far princess.” Keigo coos, with the same sweet smile as he pressed a soft kiss to your ankle. Just a little more until he soils you, nothing you can’t handle right?

“Gonna fill you nice and good~” The winged hero promised and he always keep his promises, at least with you. With the last deep thrust meeting your pelvis, Keigo grunts before ropes of cum painted your once virgin walls white. Panting as he collapsed atop of you slowly, letting out a blissful hum.

After a while, Keigo withdraw from you as he watched the way his own seed seeps out of you only to push those back where they belong. “Good girl, you did an amazing job baby.” He coos softly, peppering you with kisses all over.

As Keigo expected, you’re different and he’s glad to call you his own.

#bnha smut #bnha imagines #mha smut #mha imagines #hawks x reader #hawks smut #takami keigo #hawks imagine #tw’yandere #tw’breeding #tw’obsessive #tw’manipulation #yannugget 🐤

[implexedactions]

Penance is a virtue

Yandere!Enji Todoroki x Reader

Enji Todoroki is many things; kidnapper, lover, sadist, hero, villain, husband. He is many, many things. But he isn’t delusional.

Beta-Read by best person: @absolute-flaming-trash

Warning: Yandere content and themes, Angst, Heavy emotional themes, Suicide, Stockholm syndrome, Kidnapping.

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You wake up, eyes dashing to the clock.

5:55 AM - SUNDAY

Okay, good, you hadn’t slept in. Enji always wanted you to wake him up. He got...mad if you didn’t. You turn over to him in bed, expecting to find him still sleeping.

Teal eyes stare back at you instead.

“Ah!”

His face takes on a sorrowful expression.

“Did I frighten you? Sorry. I could not sleep.”

Not leaving you time to respond, he pulls you into his chest, under the covers. He sighs in content, and you press into him, not wanting him to forget your devotion.

After some time, he pulls you up to his face, kissing your forehead gently.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“U-uh, what do you mean? Are you okay?”

Enji sighs, failing to meet your gaze.

“I never do compliment you that often...”

---

He carries you to the breakfast table, adorned with pancakes, your favourite.

“What’s going on Enj- I mean, dear. I’m meant to make you breakfast?”

He fails to answer you, instead sitting down with you on his knee. He takes a fork and puts some pancake on it.

“Eat.”

And so you do.

When you finish, he moves to wash up.

“W-what are you doing? You told me that was my job.”

Your memory wanders back to your first few months here, when you disobeyed his every command...and received due punishment for it.

“Are you going to punish me again?”

It escapes your lips before you can stop it. The thought of being punished again, like before, makes your veins cool with fear.  Your breathing increases and you move down on your knees onto the cold kitchen floor.

“P-please, I swear, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t-”

“Stop.”

He walks over, his thighs the same height as your head. You move to undo his belt, but a hand puts a stop to that.

“There is no punishment. I am just doing an acceptable act for my spouse.”

The words “but you never do that” get stopped in your throat. You instead swallow and try to weakly smile. Looking up at Enji from your position on the ground, sunlight bathing him in a warm glow, to contrast the unsettled expression on his face.

---

He places you on a stool while he washes up. You fiddle with your hands, nervous. This isn’t how Enji usually acts. He’s so...vulnerable. In all honesty, it’s scary.

“Do you like the sunrise, my sweet?”

You look out to the orange glow emanating from the windows.

“Do you want me to like it, my sweet?”

Enji simply sighs and continues washing up.

“I’m sorry you cannot enjoy it. One should always appreciate what they have...”

---

After breakfast, he walks silently to the study. You follow behind him perfectly, like he trained you to.

He walks into the study, sitting down at his writing desk, and you take your place in his lap. He pulls out pen and paper, and you avert your eyes. 

It isn’t for good spouses like you to read.

He spends the better half of 6 hours writing. You entertain yourself by tracing the pattern of the wallpaper. This evolves into focusing on Enji’s breathing, noticing how he breathes in more, not less when he becomes frustrated with something on the page. You eventually move on to thinking about all the things you miss from the outside world, like ice cream, and human connection. You finish out the last hour by thinking about how angry Enji would be if he knew such a perfect little spouse were thinking such nasty little things. 

Shuffling about, he motions for you to hop off his leg, and then stands and leaves the room without speaking to you. You get the feeling he’s coming back, though; he left the door open.

You’re worried. You’re scared beyond belief. This isn’t like him, this entire day is wrong. You’re hoping he’ll burst in and start yelling, the anticipation feels worse than any potential punishment. You consider that maybe this is the punishment and that you should perhaps just start apologising regardless. He didn’t take well to that before though.

This day has made little sense. Enji is acting so far out of his usual behaviour that it doesn’t just scare you because he might hurt you. It scares you because you don’t know what is even happening. It takes you back to the days you first came here—a blurry, hazy mess. You struggle to even remember it. You remember bits and pieces. Chains, fire, the cold, the scent of sex. Small things like that.

You turn your head to the papers on the desk, intrigued by what took up so much of his time. Before you can look away, you see what they are. Letters, addressed to countless people, your parents, Shoto, Rei, Hawks, various news stations.

You glance towards the open door...surely what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him right?

You pick up the letter to the Hawks. 

 Keigo, I write this letter to you as a mentor, and I presume a father figure. I know that in some capacity, you looked up to me. You were just a scared kid, and I helped. That said, if what I have done becomes public knowledge, do not defend me. I do not know how much you know of my dealings, but for the sake of your future, throw me to the dogs. Do not say that I was perfect, or that I did no wrong. When I turn and look at my darling, I see my mistakes for the damning judgments they are. You will be a fine no.1 hero, just let go of your predecessor. Please.

 That alleviated little concern. Undeterred, you move onto the letter to the media.

 To all the news channels and gossip rags that haunt this city like the festering ghouls you are, I detest you. You created division, turned heroics into a popularity contest, seeded doubt during a time where we needed hope, and fought so hard to bring us all to our knees. I know my story will vilify me, so I accept my place in the burning flames of hell. Just know that when you get down there, I will be waiting to enact justice.

 You are practically hyperventilating now. You grab the letter to your parents. You don’t know what these letters are, but they seem like-

The letter is snatched away from your hands. It appears you forgot to watch the door.

Turning around, tears in your eyes, fear in your veins, half-baked excuses running rampant in your mind. You expect to see vengeful Enji with a glint in his eye, telling you it is time for your punishment. Instead, you find an apathetic Enji, eyes soft and watery, stance broken and exhausted.

“I did not want you to see that. I am sorry that you did.”

Enough is enough, you want answers. Pushing against your instincts, you stammer out a question.

“W-What is going on? Why...why are you like this?”

He seems taken aback, eyes opening wide. This minor act of defiance, of speaking out when not spoken to, is enough to break you. Falling to your knees, you look away from him. Aghast that you even thought of defying his wishes.

“I’m sorry! Please, forgive me! I didn’t mean to question you like that! Or read the letters! Please! I didn’t- I don’t-”

A calloused hand grips your shoulder.

“Please. Stop.”

You look up to see Enji’s eyes, dull and watery again.

“Sorry.”

“Trust me, I am sorry too.”

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The afternoon is spent on the couch, watching TV in Enji’s lap. He seems to notice your nervous disposition, as he slowly envelopes you in a hug the more the hours go by. Eventually, he gets up to make dinner by himself, much to your unvoiced dismay.

You simply stare as he makes it. Both of you silent. He occasionally looks over to you, as if to make sure you haven’t merely vanished into the ether. You feel like you might vanish into the ether, honestly.

You move to the dining table, and a couple of minutes later, he brings out dinner. Silent, he sits down beside you, but a hand stops you from eating.

“Tell me, do you remember when we first met?” he sounds...hopeful.

“Is...Is this a trap?” you ask cautiously. This entire day has put you on edge.

“No. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

“I...I can’t remember it, really. Most of those months are...blank, I remember a few pieces of my first couple of months here. They’re admittedly not pleasant memories.”

“I see.”

“I mean, I appreciate that you did those...things you did to me! If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t be any good at my job.”

He turns to you and raises an eyebrow.

“Your job?”

“Yeah, loving you, being your spouse.”

“Ah.”

Both of you go quiet. You wait on the signal to start eating. It doesn’t come.

“It was a gala event. You told me how much you hated them, and I laughed and agreed.”

“Ah. Gala’s sound so wonderful, don’t they though? Being outside, getting to dance, to listen to beautiful music.~”

You sway slightly thinking that you could have once been permitted to be a part of such a magical event.

“You may eat now.”

Enji’s command breaks you out of your daydream. He watches as you take your first bite, and follows in kind.

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When you finish, he seems restless. He gets the plates and puts them in the sink. He then takes you to the living room. He fiddles with a speaker for a couple of seconds, before classical music emerges.

“You said you cannot remember our first meeting, and by extension our first dance. I was wondering, would you like to dance with me?”

Confused, but delighted, you join Enji in the embrace. Softly dancing around the living room, you try to imagine what it was like meeting Enji for the first time. He must’ve seemed so sweet, right? That’s how Enji would come off to a stranger, right?

You lose yourself in the moment, allowing yourself to imagine a life outside of these walls. You would’ve met Enji at the Gala. He would’ve laughed. He would’ve given you his number, the gentlemen that he was. He would’ve taken you to a fancy restaurant for your 1st date. You could’ve shown up at his agency while he was buried under paperwork once, and it would’ve made his day. You could’ve kissed him under the rain, snickering as you pulled away and saw droplets evaporate on contact with his blushing face. He would’ve proposed in a quiet place, with a brilliant ruby. You would’ve met Shoto, and figured out what his deal was. You would’ve grown old together.

But this life is just as beautiful, right?

Enji leans down during the dance and kisses you. Softly, unlike all those times before. It’s beautiful to you. And based on the silent tears running down his face, it’s beautiful to him too.

He pulls you down onto the couch, staring into your eyes as the soft music plays.

“I’m sorry, my love.”

“What for?”

“For a lot of things. For kidnapping you. For...training you. For punishing you. For breaking you, beyond belief. For so many, many different things. You are not the person I fell in love with, you are hardly a person. I broke you, I gutted your personality until all that was left was a shell, echoing any command I gave it. You do not have a soul anymore.”

He pauses, seemingly debating over this next part, ignoring your shaky and scared reassurances.

“And I am also sorry for the poison in our food tonight.”

Your world shatters at that.

“The fatal effects should kick in soon enough. It will not be a nasty death. Even in death, I intend to remain dignified. Or at least, I wish to preserve your beauty.”

You cannot vocalise anything, your mind is failing you. From either the poison or situation, you are unclear.

“There is an antidote on the kitchen counter. If you can get there and drink it, you will live. And if you are feeling ever so generous, you may even give some to me.”

He turns and looks you in the eyes.

“My only command is that you do not get that antidote.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. Disobey me, and save yourself. Or obey me, and die.”

He shrugs.

“I did say I was sorry.”

“I-I...why?”

“Like I said. You are a shell. If you get the antidote, maybe I have not entirely broken you, maybe you can still be saved from my conditioning. If you do not get the antidote, I get to make Dabi just that little bit happier.”

You try to get up and into the kitchen. You really try. Your arms try to push up. You try to move off the couch. But...that feeling of fire licking at your body...it’s paralysing.

You instead collapse back onto the couch, and Enji sighs.

“Can you hold me?”

“Sure, my sweet.”

His arms pull you into his body. You feel yourself getting more and more tired.

“I’m sorry...I couldn’t be...what you wanted...”

“I am sorry I could not be what you wanted either...”

#yandere #yandere enji todoroki #enji todoroki #reader insert #yandere enji x reader #gender-neutral reader #boku no hero x reader #enji todoroki x reader #enji x reader #yandere enji #boku no hero academia #yandere endeavor #endeavor #ImplexedWriting

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♡   —  @rfadaydreaming​​ said: can i have some yandere hawks... my fav obsessive bottom birdman... i beg of u mi amor🤲

♡   —   a/n: the fact this is my first time writing yandere only for this request lmao anyway....... here you go <3 i enjoyed writing this sm

♡   —   tags/warnings: slight yandere themes, oral (receiving), toxic relationship, obsessive and possessive behaviour

He wants you to need him

He wants you squirming in your bed, fingers stroking your folds, imagining he's there eating you up just like he knows you want him.

He wants you.

He calls you for the fifteenth time that night and once more, he gets your voicemail. He throws his phone across his room and it lands on his unmade bed. His whole bedroom is a mess, leftovers of food everywhere and a bunch of pillows on the floor. He hasn’t been sleeping well since you left him , missing so many calls from the agency they had to put up a statement about him being under the weather to explain his sudden disappearance.

Keigo calls you again and this time it only rings once before it hits voicemail.

You’ve ended the call.

...

You aren’t surprised when you see him sitting outside your balcony once you return to your apartment. Leaving your purse on your sofa, you sigh and walk over to him, meeting his golden eyes across the window.

“What do you need, Hawks?”

The hero name tastes sour in your mouth and you can tell he doesn’t like it either. The grimace in his face is painfully obvious but he bites back a comment.

“Please let me in.”

You shake your head.

“Please,” he insists and presses a hand against the glass in between the two of you. You swallow thick., wishing you had more self-control than this.

Keigo enters when you open the glass door and when he brushes past you, you realize how cold his skin is.

“I had been calling you so much!” he says, his eyes a lot more awake and a small smile playing on his lips. You close the glass door and follow him to the sofa, where you both sit. “Where were you, huh?”

“I was on a date,” you mutter, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. Keigo laughs and you wince. He lets out a good laugh until he looks back at you and that’s when he notices how smudgy your lipstick is. Recalling how many times he used to mess up your makeup before, he can tell you’ve kissed the other man. His features harden and he furrows his eyebrows, looking right at you.

“Who was he? Was he a hero?”. You shake your head. “I remember how breathless you got after we kissed right outside of that door the very first night I took you out,” he says, leaning his head to the door. “Did he make you feel good at least?”

You look at him in silence. Your date was good, sure, and he had kissed you goodnight before you entered back to your place but it was not even close enough to everything you had felt the first time the winged hero had pressed his lips against yours.

“See, there’s this tell-tale you have. Whenever you get too excited, your cheeks blush ever so lovingly and you’re looking very pale now, love,” he teases, cupping your face with his hand and caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Hawks…” you sigh.

“No, princess,” he says, his thumb grazing on your lips. “It’s okay. After all, you were made for me, right?”

You hate the shiver that runs down your spine and how your legs clench when he says those words. Keigo experimentally presses his lips against your jaw and the sigh you let out gives him conformation of how much power he still holds over you. He leaves a trail of kisses until he finds your lips, pushing his tongue inside gently just the way he knows it makes you melt. 

His hands are now on your waist, holding you in place as he kisses along your neck, getting off to the soft whimpers you make whenever he bites down on your sensitive skin.

“Keigo,” you breathe out and he feels himself getting painfully hard.

“I’m fucking crazy about you,” he mutters against your skin, his hands now crawling underneath your dress and touching your thighs. “I missed touching you so much, missed feeling you so close,” he confesses as he cups your ass.

“Keigo, we broke up,” you whisper. “We-- we broke up.”

Keigo pulls away from your neck and looks straight into your eyes. You realize his pupils have become a lot smaller and he has a predatory look that leaves you breathless for a minute.

“But you’re mine,” he says as a matter of fact. “We belong together, isn’t that right?” he asks and his hand moved in between your thigh, his fingers stroking your underwear softly. He smirks as he notices the wet spot. “You really are mine, huh?” he chuckles as he pulls both your legs hastily until you end up laying on your sofa.

Keigo looks down at you, cheeks flushed and chest rising up and down in the black dress you’re wearing. He’s holding your legs apart and to him, you’ve never looked so beautiful before.

“You’re mine,” he repeats. “No one can make you feel like this, right?” he asks with a mocking smile as he starts lowering your underwear. Once it’s off, he lets it fall on the floor, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands return to stroking you just the way you like it, your legs squirming as he does so. Keigo pushes one of his fingers inside and you whimper, your hands closing on the fabric of your dress. “Not one, not even Mr. Civilian can make you feel like this, right?”

Keigo pushes another finger and starts pumping them slowly, getting excited by the breathy moans coming from your lips. He kneels on the sofa and moves in between your legs, skirting your dress even higher so he can have a good look.

“You’re so wet,” he says amused. He lowers his head and breathes against your crotch, your legs twitching. He gives your folds a long lick and ruts himself against the sofa as he listens to you whine as you buck your hips asking for more. “So, so precious like this.”

Keigo buries his head between your thighs and begins eating you up. His fingers keep their rhythm as his tongue plays with your clit. He feels your legs clenching against his head and he smiles, enamoured with the way your body reacts to him.

He pulls his fingers away and then takes them to his mouth, sucking on them.

“I missed your taste.”

Your widened eyes and red cheeks make him chuckle and he dives back on your wetness. He sucks gently on your clit as he keeps thrusting his fingers inside and listens to you moan louder and louder. He notices your thighs trembling and struggling to support themselves, so he puts them over his shoulders.

“If Mr. Civilian can’t even make you break this way then maybe I’ll just get rid of him,” he says, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

“What?” you ask, raising your head. Keigo locks his dangerous eyes on yours for a second and then curls his fingers inside of you, making you throw your head back again.

Keigo starts flicking his tongue against your clit and your thighs press against his head again. He knows your body so well and he can tell you’re getting close, so he does his best to move his fingers right on your sweet spot as his tongue darts around your clit just the way it makes your toes curl.

It doesn’t take much until you're coming on your face, hips stuttering as your whole body jerks due to the intensity of the orgasm. Keigo makes sure to catch all your release in his tongue and helps you ride out your orgasm against his face, caressing your legs as you do so.

He gently puts your thighs down on the couch again and then looks at you, drops of sweat running down your forehead and your mouth open as you try to regulate your breathing. Without breaking eye contact, he gets rid of his shirt and then slowly starts unzipping his pants.

“And now I’m going to make you forget every other name, baby.”

#hawks x reader #bnha x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo #keigo takami #mha x reader #yandere hawks #hawks smut #allie after hours

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Hey, I saw you asking for request in the Yandere Dabi tag? So, how about Hawks gifting Dabi y/n for Christmas? There is perfect image for that too. I will add the blog where it is in the post.

Y'all have the most brilliant brains I swear.

•Regifting•

Warnings: Yandere Hawks, hinting of kidnapping, grooming themes, mild dubcon, major sexual tension, Daddy Keigo, Sub Dabi, Sub reader.

Pairing: Hawks x Reader x Dabi (brief Dabi x Hawks)

A/N: LMAO my brain took OFF with this shit. There's gonna be a part two. Lemme know if you want tagged.

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"Oh angel, you look perfect." Keigo coos down at you as you kneel between his legs. His lean body is clad in all black, well tailored slacks and a handsome button up.

He's reclined on the couch, knees spread apart as he watches you present yourself in the outfit he laid out for you.

It's very simple, very sweet. All skimpy and silky, hugging your curves and perking your tits.

"He's going to love you." His eyes light up as he shifts upright, wings spreading wide behind him.

His words make you squirm, desperate to please, to impress.

Keigo had spent so much time taming you, working his ass off to get you so compliant. You were a rotten little thing we he first brought you home. Always fighting, always running away, always crying.

It took time, patience, and so much punishment, but he finally broke you. It was a beautiful process too, watching you crumble, watching you buckle and submit.

Now you're perfect, so sweet and willing and obedient. A wonderful gift, a sufficient offering.

Your shaking hands hold out some ribbons and a bow, a curious look on your face as you blink up at him.

"I didn't know what to do with these, I'm sorry..." Your voice is quiet, timid, weary of offending Keigo. He could be so _mean _ when you disappoint him.

"I'll help you, don't worry sweetheart." His voice is soft as he takes the material from your hands, it makes your shoulder relax, thankful for his unending patience with you.

Slowly, he winds the soft fabric around your body, tying it around your waist in a large bow. He leans back and admires you for a moment, rubbing his hand over his jaw as he contemplates his work.

"D-do I look ok?" You ask with a timid voice.

He sighs before using his knuckles to tilt your chin upwards.

"I told you, you look perfect, pay attention." His voice is firm, but not enough to set you on edge.

You fold your hands in your lap and nod quickly.

"I'm sorry, Sir." You mutter as your eyes flicker down.

He relaxes into the couch again, and you see him pat his thigh out of your peripheral vision. You quickly hop to your feet so you can crawl into his lap. You let him sling your legs over his strong thighs so he can cradle you against him, one arm looped around your waist while the other brushes some hair from your face.

"Listen to me, little bird." Now his voice is the tone that sets you on edge.

You perk up and look him in the eyes, waiting attentively for his next words.

"I have a very special friend coming over, I'm going to share you with him, as a Christmas present, ok?" He raises his fluffy blonde eyebrows, waiting for your reaction.

"Daddy... What does that mean?" Your hands wander up to the collar of his shirt.

"It means he's going to play with you the way I do, and you're going to be a good girl for him like you are for me." His words cast a spell on you, filling you to the brim with curiosity.

"Will I call him Daddy too?" You wonder, a little displeased with the idea of calling anyone but Keigo by that name.

"No, you'll call him 'Sir', I'm your Daddy, nobody else. Do you understand?" He reaches down to squeeze your thigh, a warning.

"Yes Daddy, I was just making sure, I'm sorry."

How could he be mad when you apologise so sweetly, so honestly?

He hums at you, proud of the sweet little darling you've become, all because of his hard work. He brings his hand up to his face, tapping his cheek with his pointer and middle finger.

You lean up and press a small kiss on the spot, batting your lashes at him when he smiles at your well trained response.

"He's going to be mean to you. Much meaner than me, but it's going to be ok. I'll be here after."

Ice settles in your gut, you want to ask him what will happen, you want to ask if it will hurt. Then there's a knock at the door and Keigo stiffens under you.

He grabs your jaw, eyes burning into you.

"Wait on your knees by the tree." His voice is so low, so serious.

You scramble off of his lap and scamper over to the Christmas tree, settling to your knees with your hands on top of your thighs. Just like he likes.

You want to tug at your clothes, fuss with your hair and adjust your legs, but you know better. He told you to wait, which means be still.

Keigo walks over to the door, casting one quick glance back at you to make sure you're situated as he directed. When he sees that you're in order, he nods once before opening the door.

The man standing on the other side is nothing short of terrifying. He's a mess of scars, staples, and wild black hair. Vibrant, blue eyes lock on your form immediately as Keigo welcomes him in.

He's got a few inches on Keigo height wise, but he's much thinner. He strides into your home lazily and silently, hands in the pockets of his billowy coat. You remember quickly how rude it is to stare, and direct your gaze to your lap as he draws closer.

"Well, you sure as hell weren't lyin' about her being pretty." His voice is like fine gravel, rolling out of his mouth in a low, menacing tone.

You watch their feet as they walk towards you until they stand on either side of you. His boots are thick and dirty, made of abused leather. They're a harsh contrast next to Keigo's shiney, clean dress shoes.

"Eyes up here." Keigo's voice washes over you, you obey immediately, looking up at him.

"Oh she listens." The friend sighs, shifting on his feet a little.

Keigo crosses his arms before speaking, you don't break eye contact with him for even a second, waiting for permission.

"Hey there, doll, name's Dabi." He sounds nice, playful even.

"Say hello to our guest, dove." With Keigo's consent, you turn to Dabi and offer him a sweet smile.

You whisper a soft "hi" to Dabi, captured in his turquoise eyes.

"So fucking sweet." He says, mostly to himself.

"Have a seat." Keigo says, almost shortly. You know he's not talking to you.

Dabi chuckles before waltzing over to the seat himself on the couch.

"So serious tonight, Birdie." He sighs as he reclines, his hungry eyes stay locked on your kneeling form.

Keigo walks around to the back of the couch, bracing his arms on the edge directly behind Dabi. Your chest clenches under the pressure of both of their greedy eyes, thumbs worrying at each other in your lap.

Dabi pats his lap just like Keigo did a few moments ago, a sick smile spreads across his marred face. You immediately look to Keigo, who nods shortly towards Dabi's lap.

"Come sit." He commands.

"Yes Daddy." You lift yourself to your feet and pad over to the stranger, timidly settling down onto his lap. He feels so _different, _so harsh and rough, nothing like the soft warmth of Keigo. He thumbs at the bow around your waist, snickering to himself when you jump as his hand skims over your skin.

"'Yes Daddy?' Do I get one of those?" Dabi asks as you situate yourself. He smells like smoke and alcohol, and something you can't quite identify, it's something strong and sharp, stinging your nostrils.

You shake your head when you hear Keigo breathe in sharply.

"Daddy said I can call you 'Sir'." You say quietly.

Your eyes wander over his scared hands, fixating on the staples that appear to hold the warped, purple flesh to the pale, healthy skin.

"Oh Keigo, you've out done yourself." Dabi's hand runs up the inside of your thigh, stopping when he feels you squeeze them together.

"Don't be nervous, doll, I'm gonna make you feel real good." His voice makes your insides ache, and not in the good way that Keigo's does.

You blink up at him, noticing how closely he's holding his wings to his body, how tense his shoulders are, how narrow his pupils have become.

"What's wrong, Angel?" Keigo asks reaching around his guest to grab your jaw.

"He's sc-scaring me a little." You squeak out.

This makes Dabi laugh low and dangerous, Keigo let's go of your jaw in favor of grabbing his friend by the hair on top of his head. He cranks Dabi's head back, earning a choked sound from the him. The hand on your thigh squeezes you firmly as he sneers up at Keigo.

"He's nothing to be scared of, sweet thing, he has to listen to me as much as you do. Ain't that right?" He leans down to Dabi, a challenging look flashing in his amber eyes.

"Of course, Birdie." Dabi relents with a venomous tone.

"Your Daddy would kill me if I hurt you, you've got nothin' to be scared of." Dabi flashes you a cheshire smile one Keigo releases his hair. It puts you at ease, watching Keigo exercise so much control over his intimidating friend.

"I'm sure he warned you that I can be a little mean, you'll like it though, I promise."

Before Dabi can speak again, Keigo's hand is around his throat, the action making you and Dabi freeze immediately.

"No marks on her, Dabi." His words are final, dripping with authority and power.

"Aw, come on, just one bite?" Dabi teases, licking his teeth like an animal.

Your blood freezes when you watch Keigo's grip tighten around Dabi's throat, astounded at his bravery. Dabi's smile fades, suddenly crumbling under Keigo's harsh gaze.

"You haven't even thanked me for your present, and you're already mouthing off. Sounds like somebody doesn't want to get their dick wet." Keigo says, biting off his words as he leans closer to Dabi's face.

"Thank you, Daddy, I'm sorry." Dabi chokes out.

You're utterly shocked, nearly trembling as you watch Keigo work his magic, subduing even this monster of a man.

"Good boy." Keigo leans down and presses his lips to Dabi's, making your jaw drop.

It should make you jealous, it should make you insecure. But they're both so greedy with each other, so wreckless. It makes your skin run hot and your core ache. Your hips wiggle against Dabi's leg involuntarily, capturing his attention immediately.

He breaks from the kiss so he can look at you, florescent eyes raking down your body.

"This desperate little thing wants to have some fun, should we play with her some?" Dabi asks, looking up at Keigo expectantly.

Keigo looks at you with ravenous eyes, body poised as his wings flutter slightly.

"As long as you both listen, you can have all the fun you want." Keigo says calmly, standing up before rolling his shoulders back as he walks around the couch to stand before the both of you.

"Will you be good for me?" He asks.

"Yes Daddy." You and Dabi say it in unison, bodies tensing. You feel something twitch under your thighs, causing a heated blush to spread across your cheeks.

Keigo smiles, wide and brilliant. He cracks his knuckles slowly before reaching up to begin the process of unbuttoning his shirt.

"I love it when you're good for me." He says it to both of you, emitting all the confidence in the world as he strolls closer to your feverish bodies.

You're in for it and you know it, but you're buzzing with anticipation. Ready and willing to be the perfect little gift for your new friend.

#yandere hawks #yandere dabi #hawks smut #dabi smut #mha smut #yandere #my hero smut #my hero academia smut #yandere smut

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Omg okay uh... Nasty stalker Bakugou breaking in to his darling's home only for them to come home early to see their yandere in their room, laying in their bed. Bakugou's surprised but smug, deciding now's a better time than ever to take them away

Titled “Bakugou coming to terms with the fact he’s a nasty, nasty man.”

Prelude - this is trash. I am trash. I’ve been stuck for a bit with requests and getting motivation to write, but I’m trying to work through it and so we have this. ANEEWAYZ Anon, this is an awesome request and made me p hornee, 10/10

Prompt - at the toP

Pairing - Bakugou X Reader

Warnings - NSFW, non con, cunnilingous. No penetration. Bakugou got a HUGE scent kink lol sorry 

Music - no <3

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 Bakugou was disgusted with himself.

Here he was, a good looking male, and he was spending his free time breaking into a woman’s apartment for the hundredth time. Is it even considered “breaking and entering” if he had a key? It was a stolen key, and Bakugou knew he would still be thrown into jail if the object of his affections ever found out just how often he chose to “visit” without permission.

Yet he couldn’t stop himself from coming back.

Turning the (stolen) key in the lock, the blonde pushed the door open, glancing towards the neighboring apartment doors before he stepped inside. It would be no good if your neighbors saw him sneaking in - they might ask you about your “new man,” and you’d get suspicious. 

Bakugou wiped his shoes on the welcome mat, quietly slipping them off and placing them on the bottom shelf of your shoe rack. He knew it was stupid, but he liked to pretend that he was coming home from work, about to slip into bed with you and feel you in his arms as you kissed him hello. Unfortunately, the reality had you still at work, making and serving fancy coffee at the little cafe you worked in, and Bakugou was nothing more than a creep, fantazing about a woman that had done little more than take his order.

Did you even know he existed? Bakugou thought you might; he did come to the cafe every Wednesday morning, sat in the chair that allowed him to see the staff as they worked. It would be hard to miss his presence, considering the scene he had caused on one of his coffee runs. A man had bumped into you as you were placing Bakugou’s coffee on the table, causing you to spill it everywhere (including on Bakugou’s lap, which had fuckin’ hurt, the liquid being hotter than the surface of the sun). Before you could even take a breath to apologize, Bakugou was on his feet, verbally attacking the man that had stumbled into you.

He really ripped into the stranger, not hesitating to use every insult he knew to demean the man for jostling you. Bakugou knew his personality was abrasive and that he had a short temper, but seeing someone touch you so casually and cause you an unnecessary hardship had him angrier than normal. By the time Bakugou was done yelling, the man was beet red, sweating, apologizing profusely to both Bakugou and you for causing any inconvenience. 

The look you had given Bakugou as the man left made his heart squeeze. Your eyes were blazing, fists clenched as you stared the blonde down, mouth set in a way that made your lips jut out in a frown.

“Sir, there was no reason to yell at that poor man. It was an honest mistake that I could’ve easily handled.”

Bakugou was shocked. 

“Yeah, a fucking “mistake” alright. Motherfucker didn’t even think to apologize before I said anything.” “I don’t need a white knight. Sit down and leave it be, or else I’ll have no problem kicking you out.”

You had been so bossy and confident, Bakugou reluctantly sat down, grumbling about his burnt junk while you went to grab napkins to clean up the spill. 

From then on, the blonde watched you like a hawk, enjoying the way you chewed out rude customers or made crude jokes with your coworkers when you thought no one was listening. He was hooked, baited by your personality into learning more about you. However, he knew that you probably wanted nothing to do with him, knew that you would probably laugh in his face if he asked for your number.

So he resorted to this.

As humiliating as it was, as wrong as he knew it to be, Bakugou enjoyed being in your apartment. Everything smelled like you, he was able to figure out your favorite snacks and dishes, got to see what you liked to read. 

The first few times he followed you home from the cafe, he told himself he was doing it for your own safety. You had such a smart mouth, lots of customers had been miffed by the way you called attention to their rudeness. It wouldn’t take much for one of them to follow you home, try to put their hands on you.   When it slowly evolved into the man breaking into your apartment, Bakugou told himself that it was just out of curiosity, even though deep down he was aware of a more sinister reason.

Even when the man went looking for your underwear drawer, he denied the action to himself, refused to think about what it meant or think about it for more than a few seconds. He refused to hold himself accountable for his feelings, nor for his actions. 

He was swimming in a sea of denial, letting his impulses and desires guide him.

 Consequences? That word wasn’t in his vocabulary when it came to his dealings with you.

What could the repercussions be? You were never home when he visited, you never knew he had been there, you never noticed him at work, never even acknowledged his existence. There had been no sign that you were aware of him following you home, following you to the store, following you to the mall. At this point, Bakugou was resigned to the fact that you would probably never notice him.

And if you did, so what? He easily had the means to take you away, keep you from ever revealing his “hobby” to the world (the more the man thought about it, the more the idea appealed).

Consequences be damned, Bakugou Katsuki did what he wanted to.

That’s why he allowed himself to go through your closet, look at your clothes and imagine you wearing them. He looked through your shoes, admiring your choices in fashion. He looked through your bathroom, noting what soaps you used and the skincare that littered the counter, the color of your toothbrush and the perfume that you saved for special occasions.

Bakugou’s favorite thing to do in your apartment was also the most shameful. It had started after a bad day, when he was already frustrated and heated. He had stormed into your apartment, and was too worked up to find the space as calming as it usually was. Bakugou had stomped towards your bedroom, wanted to bury his face in your pillows and breathe in your scent, forget about the stress of life. When he had tripped over the pile of dirty clothes in the doorway, he almost had a fit before realizing that the light blue lace on the top of the pile were your dirty panties.

His brain whispered that it was a good idea, so he acted upon his impulses and snatched them, proceeding to climb onto your bed and jack off.

Now it was a regular occurrence, him rooting through your laundry basket to find your latest pair. You were good about your laundry, so sometimes he had to settle for picking through your underwear drawer, which was notably less satisfying. Bakugou couldn’t figure out why until he thought about it for a second, coming to a riveting conclusion as he pressed your panties close to his face.

He liked the smell of you.

The man didn’t get to think about it further than that, already too worked up to do anything but pull his cock free, press your panties to his face, and fist his cock like it was the last time he’d ever get to touch himself.

Some days he would use your panties to stroke himself, bring himself to orgasm thinking about you and your body and the things he’d like to do to it. Other day’s he’d bunch your panties in his fist and press them against his face while he laid down on your bed, and he’d jerk himself off while taking in your scent.

Recently, he’d taken to spreading your panties on one of your pillows, before burying his nose into the fabric. He’d lay on his stomach and pump his cock, imagining that you were actually there, that his nose was buried in your pussy. Sometimes he’d get so lost in the fantasy that he’d start humping the bed, caught up in the smells assaulting his senses, the sensation of the bedspread dragging along his swollen cock. 

Today was one of those days where he was keyed up and just wanted to get off, bask in the cradle of your scent as he did so. So the second he entered your apartment, he was beelining for your bedroom, cock already half-hard in his pants. He was delighted to see that your laundry basket seemed fuller than yesterday, meaning that there was a fresh pair of panties that you had discarded there this morning.

He wanted to pat himself on the back for his observational skills when a quick search brought him anew pair of your dirty panties. As he headed to the bed, unbuckling his belt with one hand, he noticed that these were new, a pale pink fabric that was impossibly softer then your other pairs. Bakugou knew he wouldn’t be long today, felt like he was bursting already. It took hardly any time to get himself situated, the movements easy and familiar after having done this dozens of times already. He let his hips drop to the bed, bringing his hands up to clutch at the pillow he had laid your panties on, imagining it to be the softness of your legs he was burying his fingers into.  Bakugou buried his face into the crotch, breathing deeply through his nose as he slowly started to work his hips, the friction on his cock feeling delicious.

Bakugou was so worked up, so immersed in his fantasy that the clattering sound of dropped objects almost made him yelp, the blonde man turning his head to the side to glare at whatever had made the noise. He was so close, wanted to tip over the edge of orgasmic bliss and lie there with his face pressed to your panties for a bit before he had to clean up. How dare your neighbors thump on the wall, cause something to fall while he was busy masturbating on your bed.

His breath stuttered as his eyes settled on your figure, frozen in the doorway. 

His hips stopped moving.

You shouldn’t have been home this early.

—— There was a man on your bed.

There was an attractive man on your bed, you noted as he turned his head towards you.

There was an attractive man on your bed, sniffing your panties. You could see the pink fabric strewn across your pillow, right where the man had previously had his face. Had he been… sniffing your underwear?

If you could’ve managed not to drop your phone and keys in shock at seeing a strange man on your bed, you would be able to dial 911 before he could get up. As it stood, you were frozen in shock.

Thankfully, the man was too, doing nothing but blinking and breathing heavily. “Who the fuck are you?” You were always one to speak your mind, but in this situation, you wished you were able to act with more tact. The man blinked at you slowly, reaching his hand underneath him to - “Oh my god, your dick is out.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” His gruff voice responded. 

“I don’t know who your are, but you need to get out. Get out now or I’m calling the police.”

The man grunted as he tucked his still-hard dick back into his pants, slowly rising to his knees, moving towards the edge of the bed.

“Hey! I said you need to fucking leave. I’m - I’m gonna - “ You snatched your phone off the floor, watching the man freeze as you held it up. “- call the police. Get out of my apartment.”

“Calm the fuck down, what the fuck d’ya think I’m doing, huh dumbass?”  He held his hands up, carefully stepping off your bed. “I gotta move past you to get to the damn door, idiot.” You wanted to smack yourself. The man had a point. He seemed to be gearing to leave, trying to appear non-threatening as he inched towards you and the bedroom door. It occurred to you that you should move to the side so he wouldn’t touch you while he exited your bedroom. You hoped he couldn’t see the way your hand shook holding your phone. You put up a tough front, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel fear

“Okay, hurry up then.”

The blonde man nodded, lowering his hands as he began walking normally, watching you move to the side of the door. 

You tried to memorize his face, make sure you’d be able to describe him to the police later after you were safely alone in your apartment, door locked and reinforced with a chair-

The man tackled you to the floor, his hands wrapping around the back of your head to cushion it against the hardwood. He had taken advantage of your rambling thoughts, using your distracted state to strike when he had slunk closer in the guise of reaching the door.

You acted on instinct, immediately trying to knee the man the second you caught your breath, reaching up to claw at his face. You were in the process of going for his eyes, intending to dig in until he was screaming, but the next thing you knew you were being lifted into the air, given a giant bear hug that trapped your arms against your sides.

“Let me go! Let me go!!” You shrieked, uselessly kicking your legs against his shins. He had you pressed to his chest in a crushing hug, and the angle offered you no leverage to inflict any damage.

“Fuck, knew you were a feisty little shit. You smell so goddamn good.” He had his face buried in your hair, and you could feel the rise of his chest as he inhaled deeply. 

You were thrown on the bed, the man immobilizing you by sitting on your abdomen before you had the chance to even sit up. With a gleeful grin, he started pulling at your shirt, ripping it over your head with ease. He ignored your ear-splitting “No!” As he did the same to your bra, his calloused hands warm where they met your skin. You hit at his sides, but he hardly reacted. 

Rearranging himself so he was facing your feet, the man began working on your pants, laughing as you kicked and squirmed.

“See, this is why I fuckin’ like you so much. Got so much fight in you, won’t go down without a little bit of work.”

Your pants were removed, then your panties, which you saw the man shove in his pants pocket. It was impossible to stop him when he turned back to your head, taking his own shirt off in the process. No wonder he was hard to fight, he was incredibly ripped, fit in every sense of the word.

The man grabbed your shirt and stuffed it in your mouth, wrapping the sleeves around your head and using them to tie the fabric firmly into a makeshift gag, effectively muffling  your cursing.

As you reached up to pull it off, the man manhandled you again. He scooted back and grabbed your arms, placing them under his knees, locking his feet together into a butterfly stretch. He bent your lower half over, your knees almost touching your chest as he scooted closer, lifting your head up so he could lay it gently on his feet.

You were essentially folded in half, the man trapping your arms with his legs, your butt resting against his naked chest, his face above your exposed pussy. No matter how your thrashed or wiggled, you couldn’t break free. The man knew how to completely immobilize someone within seconds, and it scared you to no end.

You were screaming behind the gag, throat starting to hurt as you refused to quit fighting, no matter how futile it was. The man pressed his face down to your pussy, wrapping an arm around your waist to hike you up closer to his face as he inhaled, making you yell profanities behind the gag. What he was doing was gross, scary; blood was starting to rush to your head and you were so tense you thought you might blackout.

Amidst your panicked breathing, you noticed the man had paused, was staring down at you while he himself breathed heavily. You wished he wouldn’t - each breath he exhaled sent a warm puff of air across your pussy, causing your body to involuntarily clench.

“If you’d stop making so much goddamn noise, I might not have to be so rough. I get it though, you don’t know me. ‘M Bakugou.” He offered, red eyes boring into your skull. You seethed, before spitting out a “Fuck you.”. It was muffled, but the man understood your meaning, chuckling darkly. “Yeah yeah, we might get to doing that shit later.”

You yelled, only to gasp as the man suddenly buried his face into your pussy, nose pressing against your clit. He started licking immediately, warm tongue wet and textured against your slit.  

It felt good.

You didn’t want it to.

The hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist was fumbling against your back, between you and Bakugou. You were too focused on what was happening to your cunt to realize that the blonde was taking his dick out again, tenderly massaging the drooling head as he breathed in your pungent scent.

Bakugou was in heaven, lapping at your juices and inhaling your natural musk. He wished he could stay here forever, holding you close as he made the both of you feel good.

He groaned into your pussy, fisting his cock faster as he plunged his warm tongue inside your hole, wiggling the muscle and scraping at your walls. You twitched, your hips trying to rock back to chase the sensation even though your mind was screaming for them to still. Bakugou brought his tongue out, before thrusting is back in, essentially fucking you with his wet tongue.

It was humiliating, terrifying as you watched him, his red eyes slitted and clouded with lust as he drank in your scared whimpers, the man liking when your eyes squeezed shut when he did something with his tongue that you found particularly pleasurable. With a lewd squelch, the man stopped tongue-fucking you, moving to flick at your clit with the muscle, rubbing it back and forth in an agonizingly good motion.

With a muffled wail, you came.

Bakugou sped up the hand around his length, pumping himself furiously as he lapped at you through your orgasm, making you writhe with pleasure. He moaned as he reached his own orgasm, warm cum shooting from his cock to paint your back.

It was only when you started to squirm from oversensitivity did Bakugou stop mouthing at your pussy.  He laid his head against your thigh, still huffing and nuzzling at your pussy like a dog trying to scent.

You felt so disgusting.

Trying to kick at Bakugou was useless in this position, especially with how weak you were from orgasming but you still tried your best before his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

“Don’t get fuckin’ testy with me now.”  He leaned closer, smiling at you darkly. “You don’t gotta worry, imma fuck you real good before I take your ass home.”

#yandere #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere oneshot #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #yanderebakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou #yandere katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha #tw noncon #i'm so sad #I am a sad human

[static-fanatic-1]

Yandere me compress, dabi, hawks, and kurogiri see darling in their favorite lingerie set hcs? Spicy ask~

Very spicy indeed

*chef’s kiss*

I’m also feeling like a Drabble would work well, after all head canons would be a little lack luster.

Mr. Compress:

Atsuhiro was pleasantly surprised when he entered the little apartment you two shared and you were seated on the couch awaiting his arrival. Usually he finds you in your room, working on whatever project tickled your fancy, but today it seemed like you were waiting for him.

A gentle smile pulled at his lips and he took off his masks. Soft curly hair stuck to Atsuhiro’s forehead, but he didn’t mind, there was something far more interesting he had to explore.

“How was your day, darling?” He mused, leaning over the back of the couch.

Your cute face glanced up, lips slightly opened in surprise, like you didn’t know he’d be home so soon. Then he saw it, the adorable set of lingerie he had previously bought you. It was a light shade of pink with lace and a small bit between the breasts. “It was hot....” You whined, a strained frown on your lips as you tried not to smile.

“Was it now?” Chuckled Atsuhiro, wondering over to scoop you into his arms. Large, warm hands wondered up your thighs, up your waist and to your cheeks. “I can make it even hotter in here, if you want me too.” He mumbled, lips ghosting your jawline with hot breathe tickling the skin.

Dabi:

His skin was hot, too hot. Scarred, marred, and rough to the touch, Dabi’s touch almost burned the flesh on the thighs he roughly groped. Hands traveled up and down to soak in every inch of you, each soft caress bringing a tingly feeling into your spine.

“Chill, baby, I’m just touching you.” The lips latched onto your neck sucked and licked, nibbled and bit, marking you up for the world to see.

“Your hands... their too hot.” You squirmed in his grip, hissing when they got a little hotter.

“A little too hot to handle?” Dabi chuckled, biting down harder as his hands traveled up your waist and onto your clothed chest. Such a sexy pair of lacy lingerie. Scarred hands moved back to your thighs and teased at the garter belts and stockings.

You scoffed and let his lips pull at your own. “You’re such an asshole.”

“And that’s why you love me. Right?”

You rolled your eyes, and moved your jaw. “Keep telling yourself that, scar face.”

Dabi growled and bit down on your neck, sucking and adding to the numerous markings littering your skin. “Sure thing, doll.”

Hawks:

This is the best day Hawks has had in a while. Seeing you with the red set of lingerie he got you really did beat the fried chicken he ate a few nights ago. And that was some damn good chicken.

But the pretty bows around your supple thighs and waist, tied into pristine red bows, really is the best view he could ever ask for. He fluttered his way onto the balcony of his condo, happily soaking in the little yelp from his darling’s lips. “Hey chickpea! Whatcha waiting for?”

“Keigo! I told you to stop doing that!”

“Couldn’t help myself, you’re just too cute!” He soared into the room and scooped you into his arms, wings folding around your form. “Love the ribbons, glad you took the time for me.”

Hawks threw you onto the bed and crawled all over you. His lips trailed up your calf to your clothed hips. “I’ll make sure it was worth it, hm? How does that sound?”

Kurogiri:

When he exited through the ghostly portal and into your apartment, he was extremely tierd. A long day of working and dealing with master’s student, it never got easier. At least every once in a while he could come home and soak in your presence.

But today was much different, as when he laid eyes on you, you were already asleep on your bed with something he didn’t expect. Dark purple lingerie, soft with a little bit of lace and straps crisscrossing behind your back. Soft panties hugging your supple ass, you really looked comfortable.

Kurogiri chuckled and threw off his suit and dress shirt, taking the time to get comfortable before sliding into the bed with you. Pulling the covers over the two of you, he didn’t except the soft hand stopping his own.

You hummed and turned over to face him. “Welcome home, sorry I fell asleep.”

“It’s okay.” Hummed Kurogiri, his ghastly like hands leaving a trail of goosebumps up your arms. “We can spend more time another day.”

He kissed your forehead, hands gently trailing up and down your arms to sooth whatever worry you have. “Let’s get some sleep, sweetheart.”

#yandere mha x reader #yandere mha #yandere bnha #Yandere kurogiri #Yandere kurogiri x reader #yandere dabi x reader #yandere dabi #yandere touya todoroki #yandere touya #Yandere hawks #Yandere hawks x reader #yandere keigo x reader #Yandere keigo #yandere mr compress #Yandere mr compress x reader #Yandere astuhiro #Yandere x reader #yandere drabble

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere Todoroki Clan x bunny reader x Godmother Miruko Pt 2

See? Another part 2.

Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Yandere Todoroki Clan:

So, picture this: Dabi, being the asshole he is, loves messing with you. And this one time, he just takes it too far. So far that it actually ends up injuring your ear. Maybe he pulled it too hard, or one of his staples scratched up your ears pretty bad, or maybe he ties your bunny ears into a bow and damages a nerve in the process. Of course, you begin crying, way harder than before and Rei and Natsuo rush in to help you out, all while Dabi gets away with just a slap on the wrist. Rei ices your ears to numb them while Natsuo undos the bow and rubs them. But you're still sobbing even after Natsuo has put some soothing ointment on.

Alarms go off when a week later you're still complaining of pain and hearing loss and won't anyone touch your ears. It's only when Godfather Hawks visits you and sees you having trouble with balancing yourself. When you tell him what Dabi had done to you, his blood is boiling. He immediately calls Miruko, who comes over to help a fellow bunny hybrid.

And she's just all over you. I mean, the yandere tendencies slap her in the face with full force when she looks at your teary, red face. Like, she doesn't know what comes over her, but the in the next moment, she's in front of you, holding your chubby cheeks in her face. Hawks voice snaps her back to reality as he tells her about your ears. With a calm voice, she asks you to trust her and you do. She then gently touches your ears and examines them, before pulling out some heavy duty painkillers and giving you one. She tells Hawks she'll be back with some stuff for you. Just as she's leaving, Rei catches the sight of Miruko leaving, and immediately jumps to the worst conclusion.

Now you're sleeping with your head in Shotou's lap (the painkillers knocked you out), while Hawks answers on your behalf, denying all the accusations the family is throwing at you. Just as things are about to turn sour, Miruko comes back with like two bags of stuff.

As she begins talking, explaining the situation and how she's turning a blind eye to the *cough* yandere tendencies *cough*. She pulls out all the stuff from the bags, and begins showing them what each thing is for and how to use them. They're all the things that you need, that you should have as bunny hybrid. Bonnet for your bunny ears so that they don't get damaged when you're sleeping, special shampoo and conditioner as well as some small scissors for your tail so that its soft and puffy. Just a lot of stuff to make your life easier.

Now Rei kind of feels bad for jumping the gun, but in her defense, she's just protective of her baby. Miruko tells them about your injured ear and how they should take you to the doctor ASAP, and also to take your pains seriously instead of just brushing it off for being a whiny child.

They agree and when you do wake up, they take you to the doctor while Hawks thanks Miruko for all the help. But... Miruko's not done yet.

Oh no. She wants in and she expresses that to Hawks.

Now Hawks, he's not particularly fond of the idea and almost rejects it outright, but then he thinks about it and it clicks. On one hand, he knows that the family will resent the idea to let anyone else in the family as well and its not very hard to get rid of Miruko either but on the other hand... it might be a good idea to have someone to back him up, just like today. And it might be a good for you as well to have a women in your life who doesn't think you're made of glass, he knows how frustrated you get around Rei and Fuyumi.

And Enji doesn't mind the idea either. He knows Hawks and he knows Miruko, and he trusts them both. And he thinks that its a good idea for you as well because sure, Rei wants the best for you and is always looking out for you but having someone you can relate to wouldn't hurt anyone.

Just like Hawks, Miruko is now your self-proclaimed godmother and she will be the best one. So much so, certain member(s) of the family might feel threatened that you might look to her as a motherly more than your current one.

Maybe I'll do Godmother Miruko headcanons?

#yandere miruko #yandere bnha #yandere dabi #yandere mha #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #yandere endeavor #yandere dabi x reader #yandere enji todoroki #yandere todoroki family #yandere todoroki clan #yandere rei todoroki #yandere godmother miruko #yandere godfather hawks #yandere hawks #yandere shotou todoroki #yandere natsuo todoroki #yandere fuyumi todoroki #yandere rumi usagiyama

[afictionalwhore]

Oh Baby!

A/N: this was something sweet inspired by some of my babies at the daycare but then at 1 am, it turned into something completely different. I’ll try to make a part two out of the original idea. I struggled hard with a title. Titles are the worst

TW: mentions of kidnapping, soft yandere, smut, pregnancy

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Ever since Keigo kidnapped married you, he had kept you tucked away in your new home, a cozy cabin up the side of a secluded, lesser known mountain. You lived so high up in such a densely forested area that only Hawks could find you, completely cut off from the outside world. He never had to worry about you leaving, one woman with a common healing quirk that would do nothing to help in navigating down the mountain. The locals, inhabitants of a small village at the foot of your mountain, believed the woods to be enchanted, so Keigo had to worry less about a villager managing to stumble their way into your backyard.  

It wasn't so bad. Keigo made sure you were never bored. For when he wasn't home for you to tend to his needs, Keigo kept your home well stocked with books. It was the first thing he had shown you in your new home: your personal library. A whole room of the quaint house, your favorites, a whole shelf dedicated to just literary classics, as well as everything on your "to read" list. There was never a shortage of cookbooks. He was so excited that his large wings were flapping as though he were a young puppy wagging their tail, the giant scarlet curtain nearly knocking a shelf down on you.

"I hope you like it." Keigo looked at you, his eyes shining like an innocent puppy. "As much as I love you, I can't be with you all day. Someone has to keep food on the table." He chuckled while keeping a tight grip on your waist, and looking down at you expectantly.

"Oh. Thank you," you replied, your voice small, but loud enough for Keigo to hear. The hold on your waist loosened, and Keigo resumed his tour of your new home.

Of course, there was no TV, lest you stumble upon the news. While he's at it, no newspaper either. You didn't need those to know what was going on outside. It was a scary world out there, full of villains who wouldn't hesitate to snatch you up and use your healing quirk for their own. You were perfectly safe here with him. 

It took some time, but eventually you had come around and loved Keigo back. You were always curled up on the couch, book in hand, waiting for him to come home. As soon as he was in the doorway, you'd make your way to him, like clockwork, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek while helping him shrug off his heavy coat. Your voice was still small and hesitant around him, as though you were afraid of him. This irritated him, as Keigo didn't understand what could make you so jumpy still. He had never raised a hand against you. The two of you would have dinner, usually having to reheat whatever you had made because Keigo often worked overtime. Keigo was so happy you were making use of the cookbooks he gave you. 

You were turning out to be the perfect wife. Keigo was certain you loved him just as much as he loved you, or as close as someone could come to that level of love. He didn't believe anyone could match the way he felt about you. You were even going to have a kid together, a testament of your love. 

When you first announced your pregnancy to him, Keigo was ecstatic. He had come home that day, exhausted and overworked, excited to be welcomed home by his little wife. His stomach growled as he landed in your front yard, and he wondered what you decided to cook up for him. He noticed you'd gotten experimental in your cooking, always asking how things tasted. You were so cute when you had him guess whatever secret ingredient you added. 

When you weren’t at the door to greet him with open arms and a kiss, Keigo was disappointed in you. You were doing so well. He shook off his coat and stretched his wings, taking up the better half of your living room. You weren't nestled in the couch, engrossed in a book, as you sometimes were too distracted in your literary world to realize he had come home.

"Baby," Keigo called out, his voice echoing against the wooden walls of your homely cabin. "I'm home. I know it's a lot later than usual."

 Keigo figured you must have gone to bed already. He could forgive you for not staying up for him, he thought it was rather cute, though next time, he wished you'd fall asleep on the couch. 

When he entered your shared bedroom, Keigo saw you curled up on the bed, your back facing the doorway. You trembled—or was it a shiver? You must be cold without his body heat beside you. Keigo was his own heating unit.  

“Baby bird,” Keigo took a step into the room. “I’m home."

No response from you.

Another step.

"Can I get a kiss?”

You shivered again.

Keigo had taken off his uniform as he was making his way towards you and the bed. Now in just his boxers, Keigo heaved himself on the bed, his weight causing the mattress to sink slightly. He laid on his side to spoon you, wrapping a large, warm arm around your center. At this distance, Keigo heard it: your small sniffles. You weren't asleep; you were crying.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Keigo asked, worry sickening him. "Did ya miss me that much?" He tried to joke, more for his sake than yours.

After no response from you, save for a few more sniffles, Keigo asked once again what was wrong, a little more urgently. His racing thoughts of you leaving, of you not loving him, were sending him into a panic.

You mumbled incoherently.

"What was that, baby? I couldn't hear you." Keigo struggled to hang on to his cool.

You mumbled yet again, causing Keigo's growing panic and frustration with you to snap. He clamored over you, swinging his legs so that you were caged underneath him, his hands at either side of your head. Golden eyes locked onto your watery ones, staring you down.

“(y/n),” Keigo said firmly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

"I'm pregnant" you spat at him, frustrated at the fact itself and having to repeat it three times. The more you said it felt like the final pat of a shovel packing the dirt above your grave. You wiped away a tear before turning and shoving your face in your pillow. 

“Oh baby.” Keigo was almost at loss for words. He had been anticipating this moment—stocking the bathroom cabinet with pregnancy tests the moment you arrived—yet in it, he didn’t know what exactly he wanted to say. He took your face in his hands and turned your head to look at him.

“Are you for real?”

“What would I gain from lying?” You attempted to make your words hit him like poisonous darts, but your quaking voice only managed to soften him.

“I love you so much,” Keigo dipped his head down to give you a chaste kiss, softer than his usual greedy ones, as though he were afraid of breaking you. Your eyes shut instinctively.

“This is so exciting, (y/n). You have no idea how happy I am."

A kiss to your cheek. 

 "I love you."

A kiss to your other cheek.

"I love you."

Keigo rose up on his hands and knees again.

"I promise to be the best father to our child."

You felt something splash on your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes again to see Keigo crying above you. 

"I love you, too," your voice small and shaky as you looked up at Keigo, knowing he would just continue to stare at you and cry until you said it back.

Keigo beamed down at you before dipping down for another kiss, this one a little rougher, more passionate is how Keigo would describe it.  His warm mouth worked against yours, his lips chapped slightly from the harsh wind on his rushed flight home. 

You thought Keigo would deepen the kiss, expecting to feel his impatient tongue poking between your lips and licking your bottom lip. Instead Keigo pulled away and sat back on your legs, the bottom half of his own legs tucking your legs under him. He studied your body, eyes trailing down your form, stopping briefly at your stomach. 

Keigo bent down again, lips now hungrily, but gently, pecking at your neck. He pulled your shirt off, delighted by your lack of bra underneath, before making his way down your chest to pepper your body with kisses. Between each small kiss, Keigo whispered "I love you" against your body.

His large hands came up to cup your breasts, careful not to squeeze too hard lest he hurt you. Usually Keigo would give them more attention, but that wasn't his main focus for tonight. He hummed as he kissed between them, flicking your nipples lightly. You couldn't suppress a small moan.

Spurred by your shy noises of pleasure, Keigo continued to move down your body. When he reached your lower abdomen, right below your belly button, Keigo's whispers of "I love you" grew more frantic, as though he was trying to tell the baby that was forming in you that he loved them.

When Keigo finally reached between your legs, he planted sweet kisses on the insides of your thighs while dragging your panties down. He tossed them to the side and lifted your legs onto his shoulders before nestling down. Keigo's face between your legs was hit with your heat. He inhaled your sweet scent, and his honeyed eyes looked up to meet yours.

"I love you, (y/n)," he stated before dipping down to lap at your puffy folds.

Keigo was excited, as any man in his position would be. As much as he wanted to pound into your until your voice hoarse from your cries and screams of his name, his main goal tonight was to make you feel good while being as gentle with you as possible. He was terrified of hurting his child in you because of his lack of self-control.

His tongue flicked at your clit, continuing to hold your gaze until your head rolled back with a low groan. Your hands found themselves tangling into his tousled golden hair, your back arching in attempt to push yourself into his mouth. Keigo chuckled against your swollen clit, the vibrations causing you to cry out and tug on his golden locks.

This spurred him on more. Keigo pushed a rough finger into you before hooking it and dragging slowly out of you, drawing a sweet moan of his name to fall out of your lips. This repeated motion combined with his sucking and lapping at your clit caused you to climb higher to your orgasm.

“Keigo, please,” you begged, seeking relief from the coiling in your gut.

Keigo hummed again against your clit, eliciting the same sweet moan and tug from you as before. He took his chance to slip another finger into you, curling both fingers against your spongy spot before dragging them down your walls.

"Keigo, I'm so close," you whined.

"Then come, baby bird." That was all you needed for the band to snap. Moans of his name and incoherent phrases tumbling out of your pretty lips.

While you were climbing down from your orgasm, Keigo found the time to remove his boxers.

Keigo sat down back down on the mattress, settling beside your shaking form with his back to the headboard. His own need was now too painful to ignore. Not wanting to put any unnecessary pressure on your stomach, Keigo pulled you up and into his lap, your entrance, slick with your own cum and his spit, hovered over his weeping cock, close enough for the heat radiating out of you to tease him. 

“I love you.” Keigo held eye contact with you as he sank you down on his cock, his large hands holding your hips. Once you were fully seated on him, Keigo leaned back against the headboard. He gave a few shallow thrusts to test what you (and the baby) could handle.

Keigo settled on a steady, but gentle rhythm. You splayed your hands on his broad chest as he bounced you on his cock. Despite the gentleness and the shallowness of Keigo's thrusts and your bouncing, you were quickly climbing your way to a second orgasm. Already sensitive from your first, Keigo's cockhead managed to nudge against your sweet spot with every roll of his hips.

"Keigo, I'm close." you cried, hiding your face in his neck. One of his hands left your hip to allow his thumb to roll your sensitive bud, causing your walls to tighten and convulse around him.

"Me too, baby." Keigo said, breathless. "I'm so close. So close. Come with me, baby."

With a strained groan, Keigo's thumb on your clit sped up, causing the heat that had once again built up within you to break. You scratched desperately at Keigo's back, hiding your face into the crook of his neck. Your hot walls clamped down on him, the final push Keigo needed to fall off the edge himself.

With chants of "I love you", Keigo began to hump his cum into you before stilling, his hips flush against yours, head tilted back and back arching off the headboard.

Once you had both come back to earth, Keigo laid you onto your back before pulling out his softening dick from you and rolling off you onto his side, white cum leaking out of you. 

"Not that this really matters anymore now," Keigo couldn't help the chuckle that left him. With the pad of his index finger, he pushed his now cooled cum into you. 

At that statement, the fog of your two orgasms lifted, and the realization of your situation set in; you could never leave now. You let out a choked sob as Keigo rested a hand on your stomach before pulling you into him and wrapping a large, red wing over the two of you like a personal cocoon. Nuzzling his face into your neck, facial hair tickling the crook, Keigo gave you soft kisses and gentle words of praise, chalking up your soft sobs to the hormones adjusting your body to his child.

#yandere hawks #soft yandere #hawks bnha #hawks x reader

[keilemdarkmode]

preened

🚫contains themes of abuse, noncon/dubcon, yandere 🚫

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x (fem)reader

word count: 4.2k

settling in keigo’s arms was far easier than facing his weapons and wrath.

warnings: noncon/dubcon/rape, blood violence, manipulation, yandere, drowning, mention of branding, abuse, somehow STILL soft, bathing/bath tub shit

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a/n: wow fellas, first yan hawks piece!! PLEASE!! heed the warnings!! this is not soft and tender, it is fucked up, sad, dark, and tender! if its not your thing, please keep scrolling ❤️

that being said, this piece was beta’ed by the lovely @hawnks. it was interesting and new to explore these themes and ideas and im happy to share them now :’^) enjoy!

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Keigo could be cruel.

You knew that too well.

But, lately, he’d been kinder. Softer, without so many barbs and blades just behind his words and actions.

You knew, very consciously, that this was due to your good behavior after the ‘feather’ incident, but that knowledge didn’t dull the sweetness too much.

(Only a little.)

...

“Dove, are you falling asleep?” Keigo’s voice was far too mirthful as he carded a hand through your hair.

You grumbled, something lighthearted and muffled into his chest.

You had been nodding off, Keigo’s arm slack over your shoulder as he idly watched a film that you were sure he wasn’t paying attention to.

An afternoon off together was rare, and you didn’t want to spoil it.

Asking Keigo to put on a movie and ‘snuggle’ got him red-faced and poofy-feathered, he all but dragged you to the couch to pamper you for the day.

It would’ve been endearing if you’d wanted to be there.

Maybe, sometime back, you would’ve fought.

When Keigo brought you the fluffy, red blanket he loved sharing with you, you might’ve spit on it, maybe on him. Thrown the blanket back into his face only to laugh at the anger and rage he would inevitably erupt into before throwing you over his knee.

Maybe, once, you would have tried to scald Keigo with the steaming tea he brought you (prepared just as you liked, it was one of the first things he memorized about you). You would’ve probably aimed for his face— maybe, his wings, if you were feeling particularly stupid.

Now?

You smiled, maybe something real, as you took the blanket from his waiting arms. You let him blow on your tea with his pretty pink lips as he insisted he’d ‘never let you get burned’.

(You both knew that the ‘fire’ incident was too far. You’d been vacant for a month after Keigo had pulled that stunt.)

“Thank you,” You kissed his cheek, like he wanted you to.

Maybe you should’ve been disgusted. Instead, the contact felt nice. Touch starvation had long since set in, and Keigo was your only outlet. And he was very willing.

The afternoon had been easy, nice. You’d let him play with your hair, mindful to tuck your braced arm to your tummy under the blanket. Keigo tended to be a bit more on edge when he was reminded of the ‘feather’ incident.

It was easier to keep it hidden.

“Dear?” Keigo asked, nuzzling into the crown of your head. “When was the last time we gave you a proper bath?”

You tensed so hard, you might as well have been stone.

Baths were still bad, even after so long.

You figured it out, after a while. It was one of Keigo’s subconscious avian instincts, to keep him and his mate clean and looking well.

It was why he always sat in front of you to allow you to pick through and straighten his feathers. It was vulnerable, the way he shivered and shuddered and fucking moaned as you would straighten and pluck what you could.

It was why he scrutinized the brushing of your teeth so heavily, scoffing at your lack of ‘precision’ and ‘attention to detail’. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d brushed them yourself. Keigo would always just seat you on the cold marble counter, slot himself between your legs while vice-gripping your jaw and gagging you with a toothbrush.

Though, he had been more gentle lately. Nicer.

He’d been more like the ‘mate’ he’d always described himself being.

Your role to Keigo was why he had full autonomy over bathing you.

He could take showers and baths alone, all as he pleased. But, you were washed by his hands only. Even the quick showers after he’d fuck you silly, he was always with you, scrubbing you down with special soaps and a soft cloth.

“Dove?” Keigo’s voice came kindly, yet his grip tightened. “I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

“You did, I’m sorry,” The response came from your lips hurriedly. “It’s been a while.”

Keigo hummed, clicking his tongue and sitting up fully, “I’ll set up the bath then. I’ll take a shower later so I can make sure you’re squeaky clean now, how about that?”

You nodded, knowing better than to disagree with him.

When Keigo had first brought you ‘home’, he’d take your baths with you. He’d pull you tight to his chest, try to, as you struggled and screamed.

He snapped once, letting his anger get the better of him when you bit him so hard on his forearm that he bled.

Though, it wasn’t his blood that stained the bathwater that night.

It was the first time he showed you how much soft damage he could inflict with his sharpened feathers.

He rarely took baths with you after that; you hoped the memory of haunted him the same way it did with you.

Over time, bathing you had become a sort of neutral ground.

Keigo enjoyed it too much for it to be used as a punishment, and you learned better.

That didn’t mean slipups didn’t happen, but in general, you were good for him then.

The bad memories still made you tremble, vivid reminders.

Keigo tugged you to the bathroom, the eon-suite in the master bedroom, ‘our’ bedroom, as he called it with the wistful look in his eye.

Part of you reviled the affection in his tone, the other part was relieved that it wasn’t malice anymore.

Stepping into the bathroom was always a bit jarring, your mind and body knowing what occurred so often in the months past. The conditioning was implicit, even if the two of you didn’t like it.

The master bathroom was massive, built for his wings. The soaker tub, jets and all, was meant to accommodate their size. He’d had a new one put in, he told you, just before he ‘brought’ you ‘home’.

Keigo stopped you in front of the sink, a usual routine. You kept your gaze trained on the ground.

“Dove, it’s alright, no need to be frightened,” He chuckled, but you knew it was more of a command than anything else. He slung his arms over your shoulders, a firm grip on your jaw forcing you to look into the reflection. “You’ve been a good girl lately, I’ll be gentle.”

You sniffled, nodding.

His grip tightened, “Words. You know better.”

“Y-yes,” You nodded, eyes darting around the mirror to avoid looking at your dual visage. “I have been good. I’ll be good.”

“Sweet girl,” Keigo sang, peppering kisses over the side of your face as you made eye contact with yourself. Your stare was vacant and cold, clinging onto what you could grasp without pain.

You hated it—

Yourself.

Your stomach rolled, but you swallowed down your disgust.

“Don’t look away, understand?” Keigo’s voice was too soft for the authority in his words.

“I won’t, I understand.”

You watched as his nimble fingers slipped under the shirt of his that you wore. He’d let you wear panties that day, soft cotton ones that hardly seemed ‘sexy’, but they drove him wild anyways. Something about normalcy always got him more feral than normal.

Considering the cold outside, he’d even been kind enough to dress you in a pair of loose, thigh high stockings. He slid them down your legs, descending as he did to leave little kisses. He pulled at your underwear, palming at the plump of your ass as they fell to the ground.

You stepped out of the stockings and panties when he tapped your ankles, leaving you completely naked in the mirror.

Forcing yourself to stare in the mirror was hard.

You didn’t look like yourself.

You hadn’t for so long.

Your own visage made your head spark with numbness, something acrid spilling over your tongue.

It must’ve shown in your face, but you didn’t register it.

“None of that, angel, you’re beautiful,” Keigo draped himself over you, wings outstretched.

You swallowed, nodding, but not replying.

“Bath time, then,” Keigo hummed, guiding you to the toilet seat as he prepared the soak.

You watched him roll up the sleeves of his soft button-down, revealing his many scars. Some were from his work, others from your nails and teeth. You felt guilty, odd as it was, seeing how they still marred his pretty, tanned skin.

You folded your hands in your lap as Keigo got to work.

He turned on the faucet, always a bit too hot, just so you could soak for longer. Shampoo, conditioner, a variety of hair and face masks, special bubble baths and bath bombs all carried in a cute basket were brought to the side of the tub as he prepared it.

If you were proper lovers, it would’ve been endearing.

He rose, lighting jar and pillar candles across the massive bathroom. It was something he did to put you both at ease, the fire acting like some sort of safety net that you both knew kept him from getting too aggressive with you, risking burning his wings.

It all felt like too much, the care he put into everything.

Your guilt swelled as you focused on your naked thighs.

Keigo talked to you as he went about preparing your pampering, knowing better than to expect any proper responses as he prepared the bath with lovely smells and pretty colors.

The last thing he did was hang a red silk robe on a hook near the door.

You really must’ve been good, getting the chance to cover yourself after a bath.

You had been trying harder lately. Remembering your rules, how and where to be and when. It made things easier. Fighting made your tired, clawing had made you weaker.

Being complicit burned something in you, low and rolling, but it was better than facing Keigo’s constant wrath.

On your more mentally together days, the ones where he was gone more and longer, you put together some of Keigo’s fucked up psychology.

He just didn’t want to be alone.

He just wanted a companion.

It was cruel— sick, that one of the most desired men in the nation had to pluck you, and all your mundanity, from your life to force you into the mold of a lover, consort and best friend like you weren’t a person.

You shook your head, trying not to stew.

Stewing made you bad.

And you had been good.

You had to be, after the ‘feather incident’.

It made things easier.

...

You’d found the feather under the couch.

Keigo left them around normally, the sensitive things picking up on your heart rate and breathing. The safety phone, an old landline, would ring if you got too anxious, the shrill tone only making it worse, but that was part of the point, wasn’t it?

All the same, this feather looked older.

The color was duller, the filaments frayed.

Keigo liked to present the feathers openly, stuck into fixtures and over counters and tabletops. Something about ‘keeping his mate safe from prospective challengers’.

(You never saw anyone other than him. There was no one to oppose Keigo in your life.)

This particular plume being hidden seemed like a mistake.

He didn’t slip up often.

Your mind spun as you debated what to do.

You poked it, cautiously.

It didn’t move, waver, or harden.

It was limp, like a real, normal feather.

The spine was hard—

Solid enough to shove into a lock, maybe.

You snatched it up, hiding it between the cushions as you raced to think through a plan.

Your previous escape attempts hardly even happened. Keigo was fast enough to catch you as you neared the fortified door, always.

He’d drag you to the bedroom to hold you down and eat your cunt until your mind was too mushy to even conceptualize ideas beyond Keigo’s tongue fucking into your dripping hole. He was mean about it, pushing you too far and keeping you there to writhe and beg for reprieve.

You hated him for it at the time.

But, you had an opportunity to fucking get out.

During the incident—

He was gone.

He was at work for the rest of the day.

You hurried.

His other present feathers would sense you, you had to work quickly.

You didn’t have shoes other than house slippers, but they’d have to make due. You shoved some granola bars in your pocket, freezing the moment you heard the ringtone of the landline echo over the penthouse.

Don’t slow, don’t stop.

How fucking foolish you were, thinking you could outrun a being that flew.

Idiotic, you’d come to chastise yourself later.

You stuffed what you could into your pockets, running to the front door and shoving the spine of the feather into the lock.

It was firm enough to be used as a pick, wasn’t it? You weren’t sure how to pick locks, but you had to try right?

You could pick the eight locks on the door before Keigo got home, right?

Foolish.

Your hands trembled as the phone rang over and over.

Your heart nearly stopped when you heard the telltale ‘thunk’ of Keigo landing on the balcony.

Frantically, you tried to undo just one lock, just for the sake of your own sanity, knowing what was to come—

The balcony door slammed open.

You went rigid, hands still working, sweaty and desperate.

Keigo was on you in a second, pulling you from your knees by your hair in one swift motion.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

His voice could’ve cut steel, the tone so angry and dead that it brought tears to your eyes as you began to struggle.

“No, no, no— you’re not doing this shit.” Keigo spat, tugging your shaking hand from the lock as the lifeless feather fell to the ground.

He pressed you against the door, bearing all of his body weight against your back as you flattened against the wood. His wings rose, eclipsing any light.

His grip on your wrist got tighter, harder. It was sure to bruise.

(Ha.)

Keigo snarled, roughly slamming his hips into your backside, “What is this shit you’re trying to pull? I know you’re an ungrateful cunt, but I didn’t know you were a complete dumbass.”

He bent your arm back, farther and higher up by the wrist.

“Did you really think you could do that? Do this to me?!” Keigo’s voice tore through you, the waver in it sounding so foreign it almost hurt. “LEAVE ME?!”

Fear shot through you as his worn hands wrapped around your palm.

In one swift motion—

Snap.

Your vision tilted as you fell back into Keigo.

Your hand wavered limply and wrongly in his grip, thoroughly broken.

Keigo clapped a hand over your mouth as you began to scream, wail at the searing pain that was shooting from your wrist.

“I’m so sorry, angel.” His unapologetic, hot breath swirled over your ear like nausea and bile, “I promise, this will be for your own good.”

...

Keigo didn’t stop that day, no matter how much you begged and shrieked.

...

The rest of the incident got blurry.

It hurt to think about it too much.

Keigo’s rage-filled voice promising that he was going to ‘snap a new bone each time you cum’ remained a haunting memory.

He followed through, of course. He was nothing if not uncomfortably honest at the worst of times.

You could recall the feeling of cold blood trickling down your thighs, nose, and even from your mouth as you sobbed and screamed for mercy on the cold hardwood. A small feather, wet with you in so many forms, licked and lapped at your clit as Keigo made good on his promise.

The feeling of his sweat dripping onto your spine as he easily crushed and snapped a new bone each time you reached ecstasy haunted you into a submission that was no longer reluctant.

You hated yourself for it.

...

Your gaze drifted from the steaming water to your hand, the brace removed. Your fingers were still mangled, they would be forever. Keigo purposefully patched them poorly— he’d told you so. Something about making it a ‘lasting lesson’.

You sniffled at the thought, flexing the fingers, feeling the old pains shoot up your arm.

“Angel love? No need to do that,” Keigo reminded you, covering your hand with his own.

Gently, he tilted your jaw so you could meet his eyes.

You imagined the two of you looked equally sad.

The following weeks after the ‘incident’, you tried so hard to be good. The pain was a new intensity, something you couldn’t forget. Keigo reminded you of it if you slipped up, squeezing your hand or wrist with a grimace curled his pretty lips.

To his merit, Keigo also felt bad about hurting you so bad. Prior to that, punishments were either harsh edging or overstimulation which in some ways were pleasurable. Spanking too, but even then, Keigo looked a bit meek after leaving such unpleasant bruises on your backside.

But permanently crippling your body in time with tearing your cunt bloody?

He sobbed into your shoulder every night for a month.

Tried as you did to be good, you also became quite numb.

It felt better than the agony.

Keigo’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, his nose nudging your cheek, “What kind of bubble bath would you like?”

Wow.

You had been good.

You’d never been able to pick out your smells before.

Swallowing, you chewed at your lip, eyes drifting from the cute basket to Keigo’s expectant eyes.

He sighed, squeezing your knee, “Dear, it’s not a trick. Just your preference.”

“Can’t you pick?”

You immediately tensed, flinching away from Keigo’s soft touch with your own words.

An old echo of an older lesson:

‘Good girls don’t question things, do they?’

“I-I’m sorry,” You sputtered, eyes trained on the tile of the bathroom. You held out your bent wrist without thinking.

You tensed, waiting for the pain that would inevitably come.

Right?

Keigo stared at it, then to you, eyes going sad and glassy.

It made your heartbreak.

He carefully held your wrist, putting in back and rested in your naked lap.

“None of that, love. I’ll pick today, but you deserve to feel good. Don’t you think so?”

No.

“Yes.”

“Good girl, angel.”

Keigo gave you a gooey smile, one you returned as earnestly as you could. He quickly went back to the basket, pulling out an elegant glass bottle or two, dumping them into the tub as light, herbal scents began to waft into the air.

You relaxed a bit.

Keigo’s wings twitched, a little smile crooking on his face.

“It’s all ready, dear. Let me help you.”

Carefully, he helped you into the filled, bubbly foam settling around your shoulders as you leaned against the porcelain edge.

Though Keigo kept his wings flat to his back as he could, you could still see the feathers twitch and ruffle.

‘An instinctual response to seeing his mate so vulnerable— for his own benefit or otherwise.’

You swallowed, sinking into the sparkling water.

Keigo gave you another smile, dropping a kiss to your forehead before presenting you with two fancy-looking bath bombs.

“Now, dear, how about picking one of these? Nice and easy.”

He was right, but your head still spun.

You picked the one on the right, a dusty purple sphere with flower petals pressed into the outside.

Keigo lit up as you took it from his hand, gently placing it into the water.

You both watched it fizz and bob for a moment, mesmerized as the color spread and spit.

“See? Not too hard, huh?” Keigo chuckled to himself, laying his arms crossed on the lip of the massive tub. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, full of love and adoration that made you feel sick.

You knew better than to reject it.

Rather, you returned his affections the best you could.

You even leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Keigo lit up, eyes shining and bright as he cupped your cheeks, returning the gesture tenfold.

You performed so well, giggling and smiling as he did.

You’d become so good at putting on a show for him, even if it exhausted you. It was so much easier to pretend that he was a dutiful lover and not a horrifying captor. With your bent fingers submerged in the balmy water, it was even easier to shove down his transgressions.

On your good days, you would even forget.

You liked those days.

You wanted today to be one of those days where everything was okay.

You weren’t quite there, but you could try your best.

As you relaxed in the bath, Keigo gently pulled one of your legs from the water. Suds and sparkles slid down your leg as his pretty gold eyes inspected your skin.

Keigo smoothed a hand over the prickling hair of your leg, frowning, “Gotta shave you nice and smooth, huh, love?”

You nodded, whether it was your preference or not didn’t matter.

Sinking a little deeper into the water, you watched him so carefully treat your skin. Exfoliating with gentle circles, and then slicking your leg with a small vial of golden oil.

The razor was what scared you the most.

You bore its marks in many ways, little cuts and scars left on your legs from your ancient twitching and struggling were the most plentiful.

There were a few brands from the thin metal, marring the bottoms of your feet.

Those were the worst to heal. Keigo had to carry you around for days, toying with you the entire time. He teased you in your helplessness, but none of his quips were wrong.

He’d made you need him.

You audibly whimpered at the memories, Keigo’s gaze flickering to you as he ran the sleek razor over your shining skin.

“Dear, nothing to be afraid of. You’re doing so well.”

You nodded, knowing better than to remind him of his own horrors.

He shaved you carefully, thoughtfully even, humming to himself as he did. Keigo was nothing if not a perfectionist, leaving you silky smooth and well-tended to. You wondered if he would treat you to a massage later with how kind he was being.

He left your cunt alone, liking the hair more wild and ‘natural’.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Keigo asked wistfully as he moved closer. His hand slipped under the water, cupping the back of your neck.

You took a little too long to respond, you supposed in retrospect.

Keigo’s face went dark, for a mere moment, as his grip tightened, dragging you under the suds.

You jolted, struggling and flailing in shock as water flooded your mouth and nose.

He pulled you up as quickly as he had pulled you down, the dark look not dulled in the slightest.

“Be good, and I won’t have to do that shit.” His words dripped cold venom, wings beginning to unfurl. “I’d hate to revisit how long it takes you to stop squirming under there, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, hurriedly, quickly, sitting up the best you could in his grip, “N-no, I don’t want that. Please. This is very nice. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll be better.”

They were promises, honest ones.

You very much wanted to keep them.

Keigo’s look thankfully dissolved, going melancholic before erupting warmly once more. It was a facial journey you’d seen too much and too often.

“That’s my girl,” He grinned, giving you a wet kiss on the lips. You kissed back the best you could, shaking visibly and not trying to hide it.

Keigo pulled back, golden eyes too sharp and too vibrant.

As he poured shampoo into his hand, you clenched your maimed hand into a fist. The lesson worked so well, you thought, as pain rushed through you, hot like the old brands and clawing scratches.

Keigo was too sweet as he lathered your hair in the candlelight.

And you were too crushed to resist.

Far too tired.

Endlessly too weak, he’d shown you over and over.

So, you accepted his touches to cast off his ire.

Even as he pulled you from the bath, flush to his body while he wrapped you in a fluffy towel, you smiled despite the bulge pressing into your abdomen.

Even as he massaged you with earthy smelling oils, cooing about how beautiful and sacred your body was, you thanked him despite the disgust that brewed so deep in you like some hellish brine pool.

Even as he fucked you like a lover, clasping your hands to the sheets and mixing you with him as he brought you to the edge again and again, you moaned with him despite how the stretch of his cock still aggravated old wounds.

Even as he filled you up with his cum, crying out about how well you took him, what a ‘good girl’ you were, your cries crashed with his in pretty harmony despite how rotten you should’ve felt.

Because, at the end of the day, sated, cleaned and loved in his arms, the old scars didn’t ache so bad if he kissed you sweetly. If you smiled at him as he smiled at you, Keigo was kind like a companion, mate and lover should be.

As you drifted off, you were okay with the weight of his wings bearing over your fucked-out body.

It was easier this way,

Maybe even better.

#hawks x reader #hawks #takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #yandere hawks #yandere takami keigo #yandere hawks imagines #tw dubcon #tw noncon #tw rape #tw violence #tw blood #fem reader #tw abuse #salami writes #here ya go lol

[animeyanderelover]

What’s good everyone? After writing headcannons for so many Naruto characters, I think it’s only fair if I do the same for Black Butler and Hunter x Hunter as well. Let’s start with Black Butler.

Yandere Phantomhive manor Hc’s

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, manipulation, sabotage, controlling behavior, blackmailing, bribing, Yandere being mean, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Ciel Phantomhive

☕️I’m going with the scenario that he’s still a human in this one. Possessive for sure, I mean he lost his parents and had only his revenge in mind before he met the s/o. He’s aware of his not normal emotions, but does he care? Nope. Consider Elizabeth as done, he’ll break off the engagement immediately.

☕️He’s also an obsessive Yandere mixed together with the strict and manipulative type. He’s fascinated with how obsessed he is with his darling and wants to know why. That’s why he’ll find all available informations about them. Strict because he always needs to be in control and manipulative because...do I even need to tell? Surprisingly clingy, he always needs his s/o near him.

☕️Ciel is possessive and will get jealous fast. When he’s jealous he’ll give the other person a cold and harsh look whilst squeezing his s/o’s hand tightly. He’ll most likely will tell the person something with an underlying threat in it. The other person might not get it, but his darling will and is quick to finish the interaction.

☕️He couldn’t care less about who he has to kill, but as you might have expected he won’t kill them personally. He’ll send Sebastian to take care of whoever is a thorn in his eyes. He’ll kill people who’re too close to you, who flirted with you, who insulted you...The list is long.

☕️As soon as this guy forms his obsession with you he’ll, or to be clear Sebastian will kidnap you. Don’t expect to see the world outside the mansion anytime soon again. He hates taking his darling out, but when he’s invited to balls he needs to take them with him. Better behave or he’ll punish you.

☕️From this list he’s one of the worse ones. He’s cunning and sly what makes him a very dangerous Yandere. However, if you behave he’ll fulfill you every wish you have. If you don’t behave expect to be locked up in your room without food for a few days. But in my opinion the worst is when Ciel uses his words to break you and make you feel like trash.

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛Sebastian is a demon which makes him naturally possessive. He’s also the aware Yandere, he might not understand human feelings that well, but he’s sure that they aren’t that strong. He’s probably annoyed and surprised when he discovered his unnatural feelings for you. How did you, a human, manage to make a demon fall in love with you?

🐈‍⬛Just like Ciel he’s also an obsessive and manipulative one mixed with a little bit of the clingy side. He wants to find out what is so different about the s/o that makes his nonexisting heart fluttering in his chest. He’s charming and knows that and you can bet that he’s going to use this on his darling. He’ll wrap them up in sweet lies to make them become more distant from others and to spend their whole time with him. This feeling is new to him and it’s rare for demons to find true love so you can bet your ass that he’ll clinge to your side as often and long as possible. He’s extremely overprotective over you, his mate.

🐈‍⬛He’s terribly possessive of his darling and gets jealous fast, but since he’s very composed he can hold out for quite some time with a smile on his face which might look just a little bit forced. But if his patience is over it will become scary. The air suddenly turns heavy and...did Sebastian’s eyes just turn pink and did his teeth look sharper than usual or was that just an imagination? This will scare anyone away.

🐈‍⬛He’s more careful with the killing because if his master finds out about it he’ll have a huge problem, but he definitely kills for the s/o. He kills everyone who takes a liking to the s/o, touches the s/o, tries to take them away from him and much more. But the most horrible deaths are given to the people who hurt and/or made his darling cry. This people will see the true rage of a demon.

🐈‍⬛He would definitely kidnap his darling, but I think he will at first try to do it differently. He’ll offer them a job in the manor and will convince Ciel to accept them, after all Ciel trusts Sebastian and will agree. If only this guy knew what Sebastian’s true intentions are. When the s/o agrees Sebastian will nearly spend every minute with them together and if they struggle with a task he’s more than happy to help. If the s/o refuses the job then he’ll resort to kidnapping. He’ll take them to a small cottage at a secure place and will lock them up in there. But don’t worry too much he makes sure that your every need is taken care off.

🐈‍⬛Sebastian is in a yellow zone. He’s heartless to anyone he thinks as a threat of, but to you he’ll be a true gentleman. It’s hard to anger this guy enough to become angry with you, but even then he would never hurt you. He’ll most likely let some parts of his demon form appear and will tower over you with glowing eyes, scaring the living shit out of you.

Finny

🌻One of the most delusional Yanderes on this planet. He is completely sure that his s/o loves him just as much as he loves them, no matter what anyone tells him. Also a worshipper and lovestruck one. He thinks of his darling as some kind of god/goddess and loves them more than anything else. But due to his delusions he sees his s/o as someone weak who needs his protection which he is more than happy to give them.

🌻Also a clingy Yandere, he treasures every moment with the s/o and whenever he doesn’t need to work he immediately hurries to his s/o to smoother them in affection and love. Obsessive and wants to know everything about his darling.

🌻He is someone who gets jealous easily. He thinks of the s/o as some kind of god/goddess and in this boy’s delusional mind it’s clear that anyone else wants his darling for theirselves. And there’s no chance he’ll let that happen.

🌻Finny is incredibly strong and is not afraid to hurt others. He thinks that everyone wants to take you away from him and is willing to leave a bloodbath behind if it means keeping you safe from any harm.

🌻Kidnapping depends on his darling’s acting towards him. If they love him as well, or at least pretend to do it, then he won’t lock them up, but if they resist him he’ll take them.

🌻He’s very delusional and that makes this whole situation very dangerous. In his mind every horrific thing he does is justified by his love for you. He’ll isolate you from other humans if you resist him to make you understand his love for you and might even break your legs if triggered enough. He’ll tell you that he did it because you would get hurt if he isn’t there to protect you. But because of his delusion he’s also very easy to manipulate. Pretend to love him and you’re free to walk around the mansion. It all depends on his darling’s behavior.

Bardroy

🚬Bardroy is harder to imagine as a Yandere, but I’ll give it a try. I think he’s an overprotective one given his past. He’ll always keep a close eye on his s/o and if they’re about to do something that in his mind might be dangerous for them he’ll stop them and asks them to let him do it for them. His darling is always within his reach. Due to his overprotectiveness I can see him as a manipulative Yandere, he does feel guilty when lying, but justifies it by saying that it will keep them safe in the end.

🚬Also the lovestruck Yandere. In this guy’s eyes you’re perfect and beautiful from every angle. He’s aware of his feelings and I can see him as someone who’s ashamed of them.

🚬He is a really impatient guy and that counts for his darling’s interaction with other persons too. But his reaction wouldn’t be that bad like some others. He would openly show his jealousy and dislike for the other persons whilst pulling the s/o closer to him. But a few soft spoken words from his s/o would be enough to calm him down and let them continue.

🚬This guy was a soldier so he’s used to killing people, but he has some honor so he won’t kill everyone. He only kills someone when that person hurts his darling or tries to take them away from him. Then he’ll grab a gun and ends that person’s life with a few shots.

🚬He doesn’t like the thought of kidnapping you at first, but then again he saw some bad stuff and will get paranoid quickly. If his s/o gets hurt then he’ll nearly have a mental breakdown before grabbing his darling and taking them with him, making sure that they can never be harmed again.

🚬Baldroy is overall one of the better Yanderes from this list, he treats you good and will try to spoil you as good as he can. All he really wants is your love and he would be over the moon if you would give it to him.

Mey-Rin

👓Mey-Rin is very shy about approaching her darling so she just watches them most of the time from the distance which makes her a stalker. Also a lovestruck Yandere. She supports you in whatever you do and if someone says something against the s/o or their work she’ll quickly defend them.

👓She’s an overprotective one. She didn’t have a pretty past either, no one from the servants had, so it’s only logical that she watches you like a hawk. Also clingy and manipulative. She wants her darling’s attention on her all the time and will somehow always end up near them. Might also use her clumsiness to get her darling to spend more time with her, making sure to stumble over her own feet more often than normally just to see her s/o rushing towards her and asking if she’s alright.

👓Clingy Yanderes are more easily jealous because they want their s/o’s attention on them. That counts for Mey-Rin as well. She’ll give the person a glare, but no one will see it because her glasses hide her eyes. Will most likely pretend to trip over the air and pretend to be hurt so her s/o’s attention shifts towards her.

👓She is a sniper and has killed people before and she’ll do it again for her darling’s sake. But only if someone gives her a good reason to, for example causing her darling pain or confessing to them.

👓Due to her clumsiness she’ll convince you to start working in the manor and her s/o will most likely agree, thinking that they can take care of her like this better. But if they think like this they’ll just do what Mey-Rin wants them to. If her darling refuses the job Mey-Rin will guilt trip them. She’s good at this, believe me, and after some time her darling will agree, feeling horrible for her.

👓She’s really cute for you, but don’t let yourself get fooled from this. She can be really cruel if she wants to be. This girl has two faces to her and makes sure you only see the clumsy one.

Bonus: Elizabeth Midford

🎀Elizabeth is a clingy and obsessive Yandere. She loves nothing more than when you give her your attention and makes sure that she can spend every single moment with her darling. Expect a lot cute parties where she’ll dress you up like a china doll. She loves her s/o and wants to know every little detail of them, wanting to make sure that everything is towards their liking because if you think this girl won’t shower you with gifts you’re dead wrong.

🎀She’s also a manipulative type. Like Mey-Rin she has two different sides to her and will use that. She really hates manipulating her darling and only does it if she has no other options left.

🎀As mentioned before she loves it when her darling’s attention is on her and feels sour whenever they give it to someone else. She’ll clinge onto her s/o’s arm and tries to make them pay attention to her. If that doesn’t work she’ll shortly drop her cute facade, of course without the s/o seeing, and will give the other person a glare. This’ll be unsettling for everyone because this is so out of character for Lizzy.

🎀She would never kill someone. She uses other ways. Her family is from a really high status and she’ll use that for her advantage to give every person that did wrong to her darling a hard time.

🎀Kidnapping is out of option too. She’s basically all the time with the s/o so there’s no need for kidnapping. But if her darling wants to spend some time without her she might use her manipulation to change their mind. But that’s all.

🎀Overall one of the better Yanderes from this list. She wants her darling to be happy and nothing will stop her from making them. But keep in mind that a coin has two sides.

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[after-witch]

So Far (Yandere Hawks x Reader)

Title: So Far

Synopsis: Follow up to "So Close." Hawks realizes that in order to build you up as the perfect partner, you've got to be broken down first.

Word Count: 2163

Notes: yandere, choking, violence, food deprivation, malnourishment 

You wish you could stand up and properly stretch. But the unassuming crawl space that Keigo unceremoniously pushed you into after bringing you "home" was too small for that. The ceiling was low, and 

You pull your knees up against your chest and wince at the pain in your thighs and legs. The floor was concrete, and the drop had hurt--enough to bruise, at least, but the dim lighting from a single, small window didn't really provide an opportunity for you to check.

You flinch when you hear the half-sized door open, and not a moment later does Keigo enter, ducking his head  to avoid hitting the ceiling. He has a tray with him, which he sets down in front of you. A glass of water and leftovers from the other night, still streaming from the microwave.

Your stomach seems to growl on cue, but you fight the urge to reach for the food and instead stay still. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of feeding you right now.

Keigo sighs, as if sensing your defiance, and crouches down until he's sitting on his heels. He stares at you. You stare back, hoping your gaze looks braver than you feel.

"This is my fault," he says, finally. Low and sad, you can see his lips curling downward in a frown. "I shouldn't have done this."

Your heart feels like it skips a beat. Could… could he be letting you go? Did he finally realize how fucked up this all was?

He regards you for a moment, nearly grimacing. "I expected you to adapt to your new life all on your own." He shakes his head. "It's not easy dating a hero, huh?"

You stare at him, dumbfounded beyond belief.

You can't stop yourself from spluttering out the words, "Are you crazy?"

Keigo ignores your little outburst. "Nope," he says, his voice taking on a slight drawl. "It’s not easy dating a hero at all. Not easy being taken care of, especially when I know you're not used to it."

It's then that his infuriating grin finds its way back onto his lips. A grin you've come to hate so, so much. "I understand now--it wasn't fair to expect you to get used to this all on your own. But don't worry babe, I'll help you."

You can’t take it. Feelings of helpless and anger and physical soreness bubble over, and you crack.

"Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Just leave me alone!"

You don't stop to think before your hands grab the glass of water on the tray and you throw it directly at Keigo's head. He jerks at the sudden movement, and the glass hits his shoulder, shattering on impact. You barely hear the cracking glass when you lift the tray and chuck it just as hard, dumping the contents of the leftovers all over yourself and Keigo in the process. This time, he's prepared, and the tray is easily smacked to the side. It collides with the concrete wall.

And so do you, in an instant. Keigo is kneeling on what must be glass with his hands around your throat, pressing so hard that you can't breath. You hear rushing in your ears and wonder if this is finally it. His breathing is rough and erratic as he presses you against the concrete. You can't speak, you're in so much pain, you can't even breathe. Your hands claw at his own, instinctive and animalistic, and you must have made some sort of cry because Keigo suddenly lets go.

You take in ragged breaths and hold your bruising neck with your shaking fingers. You suck in air and shakily glance at Keigo, who has scooted backwards to press his own back against the other side of the room. He looks shocked. Afraid. He says nothing, taking deep breaths himself, before crawling into the doorway so he can stand up. You see his look turn impassive and neutral and dark before he mutters: "Fine. Fine. Fuck me? I'll leave you alone."

The door slams with a terrifying finality, and you listen helplessly to the sounds of multiple locks clicking into place.

--

You can't remember the last time you felt full. Or even close to it. Food, hunger, your stomach. The preoccupying hunger that you feel at least gives you something to do in your current situation.

Since that day, Keigo has been more or less true to his word. He's left you alone. He opens the door in the morning--you think it's the morning, it has become hard to tell the time with no lighting but what seeps through the window. Then he sets down a thin, plastic tray and nudges it with his foot. He lifts up your waste bucket and doesn’t so much as glance at you (even when, like you do lately, you try to talk to him) before turning around and shutting the door. Then come the locks. Click, click, click, click. Four locks.

Your meals are always the same. A glass of water in a plastic cup--safe, safe for Keigo and probably safer for you, lest you get any ideas of what to do with glass. Plain rice in a small plastic bowl. He stopped giving you chopsticks when he caught you trying to use one in the doorknob lock. Now you have a plastic spoon. It's blue.

You used to scarf down the rice, desperate and hungry, but now you’re more careful. Because sometimes breakfast (if it’s morning, you think, but maybe it’s actually lunch?) is the only meal that Keigo gives you for the day. You used to think he wasn’t feeding you much on purpose. Now you realize that the truth is much scarier: he’s forgetting about you, tucked into this little crawl space room with nothing in it but misery. 

Or maybe, you think. Maybe he’s so busy with hero work that he doesn’t have time to be constantly dipping into your little room with meals. If you weren’t in this little room, if you were free to roam the house and the kitchen, you could feed yourself when he’s not here, like you used to.

But you’re not out there, so today, like other days, you pick up a half spoonful of rice with your trusty blue spoon and carefully set it in your mouth. You lick the granules with purpose and let them rest on your tongue. One, two, three, four. Four seconds. Then you swallow.

That’s enough for now. You decide to stretch your rice out as long as possible, because you think today might be a scarce meal day. You haven’t heard Keigo near the door since the morning, so you assume he’s already gone to work. You hope he brings back your bucket tonight, because you really do have to go. If he does, you decide, you’re going to ask him if he could maybe bring you two bowls of rice tomorrow--just in case he gets so busy he can’t feed you again.

Over the course of the day, you eat the rest of your bowl, half-spoonful by half-spoonful. It staves away the sharpest of your hunger pains, but it’s never enough to stop them. You distract yourself with stories that you like to tell while tapping your finger on something--your knee, the wall, the floor. Sometimes your glass. After some time, you look up and realize the light has gotten even dimmer, and oh--it must be night time. 

You like to fall asleep before it gets truly pitch black, so you curl up on your side and try to cradle your head in your arms. You wish the floor wasn’t so cold. You wish you had a night light for when it was pitch dark inside the room. You also wish, vainly, for a pillow.

Then next morning, when you wake up, your bucket is back. Your meal of water and rice is waiting for you. Keigo didn’t even let you see him, this time…

--

You carefully pluck a single cold grain of rice from your bowl and line it up against the wall with the others. You wanted to keep track of time, but Keigo had ignored you when you asked for a pencil or paper or even a calendar. So you made due.  

By the time you get to 40 grains (give or take how many days it had been before you started counting) it feels wasteful. Sometimes you daydream about scooping them up and gobbling them down. 

Some mornings, you see Keigo. Some mornings, you don’t. You find yourself trying to wake up early so you can at least try to catch his attention. But even when  you do, matter what you say--a feeble good morning, a quiet question, even just saying his name--he doesn’t do more than glance at you and move on.

You really are nothing, now. You dig through your rice, but even your ritual of one-two-three-four feels hollow today.

You press your back against the wall and slowly stretch our your knees. They’re always sore, but stretching helps. And it gives you something to do. You make a slow game of bringing one knee to your stomach, stretching it back down, and repeating with the other. One, two, three, four...

Evening seems to come quicker than usual today. Doing nothing feels exhausting, and you’re glad that you will at least fall asleep quickly.

You push your tray closer to the door (Maybe he’ll come in while you sleep, and you don’t want to make him have to come too far inside) and decide to get ready for bed. Your bedtime ritual is much simpler than it was when you were living in the rest of the house. Then, Keigo would insist on showering with you and brushing your hair and helping you get into pajamas and--other things, too. The bed was soft and you smelled so nice and after everything, Keigo would hold you until you fell asleep.

Now you don’t have a shower or a brush or pajamas, or anything but yourself, so you dip your fingers into a thin film of water that remains in  your cup and scrub them around your face. Then you smooth down your hair and curl up on your side. The concrete is hard and cold, but it’s all you have. When you pull your shirt down over your knees, it almost feels like a nightgown. As long as you close your eyes. You cradle your knees with your arms and try to ignore how thin and frail they feel.

Everything about you, in fact, feels thin and frail. You miss food. You miss the bed. You miss nightgowns and books and the kitchen. You miss--you miss him. The realization makes your stomach twist, or maybe that’s the hunger, and in any case you suppress the notion down. Can’t afford to throw up, when you are barely getting fed. You go to sleep with tears rolling on your cheeks, cleaning away more grime than your fingers ever could.

You’re asleep, dreaming lightly and dimly, when you hear the locks begin their song. Click, click, click, click.

You lick your chapped lips and sit up, too quickly, and the light from the room behind him makes Keigo’s silhouette all the starker as you fight mild dizziness. He has your bucket in his left hand.

You can see him flinch, just slightly, when he realizes you’re awake. He sets the bucket down. 

He stares at you. You stare at him. 

“K..Keigo,” you say. Your voice feels like a croak. His face turns impassive again. Oh, oh no, you think. It’s another morning of Keigo coming and going and leaving you all alone with nothing but concrete and rice and the wretched hollowness inside.

Without warning, you begin to cry. Full, heaving sobs wrack your body as you begin to spill out words in between helpless cries that come from deep within your chest.

“I’m sorry--I’m sorry.” You can no longer see, tears stinging and painful.  Your shoulders ache from the wrenching of your sobs. “I didn’t mean it, please don’t leave me alone anymore. I miss food, I miss the house, I miss---” You look up at him, and his eyes widen in shock as you whisper hoarsely: “I miss you, Keigo.”

In an instant, he’s swooped down to cradle you in his arms. He’s so warm. He smells like sweat and smoke. You bury your head against his shoulder and continue to weep. Your frail hands cling to his jacket so tightly that your skin begins to hurt--you don’t want him to go away.

“I missed you too, (Y/N).” His voice is so soft and gentle and you can’t remember why you hated it so much. “C’mon,” he says, gently leading you out of the room and back into the warm light of the house. Your knees ache with the freedom of standing. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.” 

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