Yandere ! BNHA Imagines

𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 — 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!housekeeper!reader, this is a dark fic, dub con, power imbalance, suggested age gap, rough sex, gagging, creampie / basically forced breeding, enji is a big meanie, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ dabi was supposed to be my first mha character but daddy won sorry. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

for once, during your shifts in the Todoroki household, you were breathing easy. you hum, quietly to yourself, as you scrub each dish, before rinsing the suds away to stack it in the draining rack. usually, you were already aching, with your face shoved in a couch cushion with your ass in the air, taking whatever Enji felt like you deserved that day. more often than not, you’d be crying by the time he finished, and tossed you into the floor like a discarded cumrag, smelling like him and shuddering. you told yourself you only kept coming back because you needed the money, but there were other jobs out there. nicer families to work for.

it was the fear that had a grip on you.

when Enji would bark your name, you would always freeze. he only ever acknowledged you when he needed someone to drain his balls anyways, so you knew what you would be doing for the next hour or so.

you were glad that ( it seemed like ) today would be easier on your body than normal. Enji hadn’t left his bedroom yet, and you were almost finished with the dishes. you had to mop the floors and tidy up the bedrooms, and then you could finally leave.

but the running water in the sink silences his usually too-heavy-to-miss footsteps, and you had no idea Enji was coming until you felt his warmth radiating against your back and your eyes widen. “M—Mister Todoroki, I didn’t hear you come i—“

“Stick your little ass out more,” he rasped, one massive hand pawing at your waist, thumb digging into your tummy to bend you into an arch, and you whine as you comply, gripping the platter tight in one hand and the sponge in the other, “the hell ‘m I paying you so goddamn much for, again? There’s cheaper housemaids, you know.”

“S—sir—“

his free hand hooks around your throat and guides your head back to rest the crown against his sternum, pretzeling you into an unnatural S shape and you cower below his massive form. the expanse of his chest seems miles long from this angle, his harsh features twisted into a wicked scowl. you squint, trying not to lock on to his furious eyes, and stared at his mouth instead. “P—please—“

Enji doesn’t even hear your pathetic, little plea, pushing his gargantuan body against yours, he pins you to the countertop, knocking the breath out of you.

“You’re a tight, little cocksleeve, so you’re worth just a little bit more than those old bags that clean twice as good as you do.” he snarls, hunching over to smear his open mouth over your forehead, and a wave of hot breath tickles your countenance, “but you’d better remember that and start acting like the pricey, set of fuckholes you are. If your back’s not arched, and that ass isn’t on display for me at all times going forward, I’m gonna start cutting your pay. You’ll take twice the cock, though. Am I clear?”

with your bottom lip trembling, you nod with wide eyes, holding the plate closer to your chest. you weren’t sure why you still gripped it, other than you simply needed something to hold on to, something to use as a shield, even if it was a useless one.

Enji quirked a brow, tilted his head of one side, and skewed his lips to bare his teeth. “My question requires a verbal response, whore.”

eyes big and nervous, you release the plate and sponge and allow them to slip back into the soapy water, splashing your top as they do so, but you try to wrap your smaller hands around his forearm when you feel his fingers wanting to tighten around your neck, threatening for you to submit to him or face the severe consequences. “Y—yes sir!” you stammer, holding on to the hardest muscle you’ve ever felt contract under your fingertips.

the hand on your waist careens downward and forces its way between your thighs, and you squirm when calloused fingertips, as rough as sandpaper, rub hard against your panties, “I thought I told you about this, too.” he hisses, coaxing a damp patch against his fingers as he kneads your sensitive sex through the lingerie. you whimper; Enji had made it beyond clear— panties were forbidden. that way, he could easily bend you over any piece of furniture in his home and fuck you without the irritation of having to strip you first. but the skirt he demanded you wear as part of your uniform was much too short, and when you scrubbed the floors on your hands and knees, if you weren’t wearing anything underneath, every inch of your most vulnerable section was exposed. you were embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out, wriggling atop his hand. even though he’s much too rough with your softer, more fragile body, it reacts by pooling slick, attempting to ease the friction he’s causing. “T—the skirt is just so short, I—“

“How many times?” he barks, effectively shutting you up as he wraps his fist around the waistband, “How many times have I had to rip them off of you?”

a soft plea for mercy dies on your tongue. a lot. so many times that you were running out of undies. “T—too many…”

with one, brisk jerk, he’s shredded the fabric, pulling the wad of damp cotton from between your legs in his fist. your body’s jostled by the force, and you gasp, knocked off balance, but pinned too tight against the sink to fall.

“And you still wore them today?”

“I won’t wear them anymore,” you add in a desperate breath. “I— I promise I won’t, p— please don’t be angry with me, I’ll be goo—!“ you were tripping over your own words, terrified of what he had in mind for a punishment. his voice was husky and diabolically low, all of his muscles taut, and you were most afraid of being on the receiving end of his strength if he took the notion to strangle you; you were in a most compromising position. however, your promise to behave is cut off as he jams your own, tattered panties into your mouth, using his thick, long digits to shove the fabric all the way to the back of your throat, and your bargaining melts into a helpless gurgling. the tips of his fingers tease the gag reflex he knew was there, and your eyes well up with tears as you stare up at him, attempting ( and failing ) to push the lingerie out with your tongue. it was only after he pulled his fingers free that you bite down on the underwear, and taste yourself.

“I don’t have the time to punish you properly,” he growls, shoving you further over the sink. you’re swept off your feet, and they dangle a few inches from the floor, the very tips of your toes barely dragging against it, hands scrambling to find solidity, and planting your palms against the bottom of the sink, soapy water sloshing, soaking your shirt, overflowing into the floor. “I’ve got somewhere to be, but, I need a fuck first.” the way he said it made your stomach turn. he wasn’t asking. he wasn’t even trying to pretend that you had a say in what he did with your body. he reaches between your bodies to retrieve his cock, which you are not surprised is already solid and mighty ( you swore he was hard every time he got the chance to degrade you ), and without so much as a moment for you to suck in a breath and prepare yourself, he forces his way inside.

he was so fucking big.

you whimper, blinking back tears. had you not been gagged with your own panties, you would’ve screamed. no matter how many times he used you, your body never adjusted to just how thick he was. your walls have no choice but to stretch to their limit, kissing every angry vein, sealing around his base when he bottoms out. you swear, with the force he likes to drive himself into you, and his impossible size, he must not care if he bursts through your belly. it definitely felt like he might— there was a distinct pressure against your lower abdomen, and you knew that had you not been smushed against the countertop, the shape of his cock would bulge against your navel.

Enji groans, dropping his head back. “You’ve still got the tightest cunt I’ve ever conquered,” he may have meant it as a compliment, but you could do very little besides yowl through your gag and kick your feet as he pounds you, hard and fast, desperately trying to find something to hold on to that wasn’t water, “she never quite gets used to my cock, does she? Still too big for her?” you could hear the splashing as the dishwater rains down on the floor, and you knew that once he was done with you, you would still have to clean up the mess he was making.

nodding, you try to reach both hands down between your legs, instead. you couldn’t pull him out, you knew that, but you could try and soothe your poor, abused sex by cupping it with one hand, your other trying to push against his herculean thigh in hopes to slow him down.

“Good,” he grunts, releasing your throat and grabbing both of your arms at the elbows, jerking your hands away from your own body. with a pitiful whine, you clench your fists as he wrenches your arms back, and uses the new leverage to toss you back and forth, meeting his merciless fucking, “the way you clench when you’re trying to handle my cock…” leaning with all of his weight against your back, he pants into the shell of your ear, “it only makes me want to fuck your useless, little brains out. Harder, and faster.” each word is emphasized as he does just that, pounding you so brutally that you see stars behind your eyelids, shaking you back and forth violently— to the point it made you lightheaded. you squeal and beg and choke on your gag, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth, tears on your cheeks.

you didn’t want to admit it ( and couldn’t, even if you wanted to ), but the constant battering of his thick tip into a cluster of delicate nerves had driven you over the edge. it was relentless, the way he destroyed your body and your mind; each time his cock hit the bundle in you, your eyelids fluttered, and your brain turned to mush.

somewhere amidst the cruel and bestial assault, you’d dropped off. you fell apart, legs shaking and core pulsing, milking him more fervently, until you gave into the intensity of the orgasm and your eyes rolled back.

he saw this, and moaned in approval, “Don’t black out, slut. I’m about to flood your guts.” his cock was throbbing when he gave you his deepest, hardest thrusts. you yelp in protest when the head of his cock bumps your cervix, but you could do absolutely nothing to stop it, not with the mountainous man holding you down with every last ounce of his weight. you simply had to take the pressure, and rope after rope of warmth that he shoots into you. your toes curl when he pulls back to slam himself home one last time, and the last few spurts of his release dribble out of your quivering hole when he pulls out.

letting go of your arms and stepping back, he tucks himself back into his uniform as you collapse. first, into the sink, and then, when your feet hit the floor, your knees buckle and you slide into a trembling, messy heap in the floor. you can feel the puddle of soapy water under your bum, it’s soaked the rug, too. exhausted, panting, with your thighs vibrating and your sex clenching uncontrollably, you sag against the side of the cabinet door. you shy closer to it, trying to meld into the wooden panel when Enji steps closer, and grabs your chin to tilt it up. your panties still lodged in your mouth, you look up at him with glassy eyes, wincing at his very touch.

“You’re staying late tonight, after you’ve finished your cleaning duties I want you to wait for me to come home and ruin you again, on your knees by the door like a proper whore.” he says, in a matter-of-fact baritone. you nod slowly.

you were, once again, fucked into complete obedience.

perfect victory! 👍 (read left to right)

What will happen if we combine Scumbag! Hawks + BirdBrain! Hawks? 👀👀

Dealing With an Asshole Bird (NSFW)

(This is more obsessive than scummy, but I hope it pleases!)

Warning for Yandere vibes

— Birdbrain!Hawks is a dumbass, but he’s a powerful dumbass. If he has his sights on you, you’re gonna have a hard time escaping.

— You’ll find this bastard in your home somehow, tidying up your room to impress you. He’s very patronizing as he describes how messy your ‘nest’ is. “Good thing you’ve got an organized guy like me around to help you out. Lucky girl!” He brought some of his belongings as well, and combines your stuff with his to transform your bed.

— Don’t lay on the bed. Settling on the nest that he made tells him that you accept his proposal to be your mate. Turn around and go sleep on the couch or something. Actually, just leave the house.

— Wait, don’t do that either. What are you gonna do, tell people that the Number 2 hero broke into your house and began aggressively rearranging your things? He’ll just chase you down and get everyone on his side in no time.

— Well I guess you’re Hawks’s mate for now. At least the sex is good. He’ll always give you a grooming session after doing the deed, but he’s still talking down on you every other minute. “You’re always such a mess after I fuck you. At least I’m not the type to bang and leave. Without me, you’d just be lying here...all sticky and fucked out.”

— Hawks negotiates with the Commission until they allow him to bring you along during work. After all, he can’t let his careless and helpless mate out of his sight. The Commission is very aware that he’s an idiot bird and will entertain his avian side if it means he keeps doing his job well.

“You can’t just put me in danger while you fight villains!” You say.

“Aww, my baby bird forgot that she’s talking to one of the top heroes. Like I’ll let you get hurt on my watch. You’re so precious ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ ᵈᵘᵐᵇ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ.”  

— He’s extra flashy around you, using unnecessary and extravagant moves while you try to stay out of harm’s way. If you try to run off when he isn’t paying attention, he’ll screech and hop around in a tantrum. To prevent an angry birb, praise him and feed him strips of meat every time he rescues someone or catches a villain.

— He’ll become a panicked squawking mess if you escape him, and the Commission is going to hunt you down because “Hawks is going apeshit so get your ass back over there.”

— You’ll get a scolding once you’re returned to him. A surprisingly angry one. “Do you know how dangerous it is running off alone? You don’t have any talons or wings to defend yourself with!” Try tossing a dark cloth or blanket over his head. The darkness will calm him and he’ll quickly forget what he was so pissed about.

— What are you doing eating that solid food? You might choke, silly bird. Let Hawks eat and regurgitate your meal. Now it’s mushy with a coating of wet love! You’re just staring at the gross pile of pulp while he eagerly stares at you like:

“Hawks...uh...this is very sweet of you, but I can eat whole foods just fine. In fact, I’m not even hungry right n--”

“Nevermind this shit looks bomb and I can’t wait to gobble it up.”

— I know you really don’t want to, but try to keep your ‘meal’ down while he’s around.

— You’re not allowed to be near mirrors alone. There’s always another winged bastard hanging out with you. Hawks has no idea how he keeps getting into the house, and he looks just like him, like he’s trying to fool you. And knowing how clueless you are, it might work! For all Hawks knows, you probably brought the imposter home because you thought it was him!

“Hawks, calm down! It’s you in the mirror!” You say.

“Are you serious? You really can’t tell me apart from this asshole?!” He says while sounding truly hurt by your words.

— He attacks the mirror, shatters it, and knocks himself unconscious. When he wakes up, he discovers that the phony is finally gone! Sure, Hawks may have blacked out and is suddenly covered in cuts, but the bastard is finally gone! Serves him right!

— Ah shit the fake fucker is back in another mirror.

Devoured

Content warnings: Dubious / uninformed consent, inhuman anatomy, tongue fucking, oral sex, implied kidnapping / captivity via a yandere Hawks.

So somewhere on Tiktok I saw the excellent headcannon that Hawks actually has an outrageously long tongue like some birds do, which I adopted into my headspace for the smut appeal.

👅

You're tied to the bed again, it's night time, and Hawks is eating you out. It's something he's done pretty often to you since he stole you away. He's always super pleased when you cum for him. There's a part of you that wonders if he thinks the pleasure makes up for the captivity. It doesn't.

His tongue is in beside his fingers, moving nicely, and making you feel so good. Then he pulls his fingers out. You can't help but buck and whine. It felt so good and now he's depriving you of those clever fingers of his.

Instead he hauls your thighs up and apart until their resting against your chest. Once he has you fully spread open for him Keigo dives further in. He's eating you out like a wild thing. His tongue reaching further and further as he makes desperate moans and growls against you.

That tongue of his going further still. Past where his fingers where earlier, and still pushing in. You feel stuffed, overfull like your about to explode. Still, he somehow fits more inside.

It's too much! Something isn't right about this. There's an instinctual little voice in the back of your head that's screaming. You struggle, but he's stronger than you. Your struggles get you nowhere.

You can feel his tongue lashing against your insides. It's reaching deeper than anything but his cock ever has. He twists and prods it against your sensitive insides with lethal focus. You can't stop yourself from bucking and clenching around him.

He laughs, and you can feel the vibrations all the way up into your guts. It feels like starbursts are popping behind your eyes. There is liquid fire in your veins, and it's winding up tighter with every lick and twist.

Eventually it's all to much. You stiffen, muscles clenching around that eerie tongue, and shatter apart in a violent climax. Your screaming. You can't hear anything over the rushing in your ears, but you can feel the scratch of it inside you throat.

He waits for you to finish. Until the tremors have stopped, and your left laying there exhausted. Once you've calmed some you glance down, and are caught in that intense amber gaze. He waits until he knows your watching to start withdrawing his tongue.

The first inch doesn't seem too strange. The second you push out of your mind. It's the third inch that startles you. Still, his eyes hold you fast. That's the gaze of a raptor, a true predator, and you cannot look away. Everything primal within you screams not to move. Don't even blink.

He looks away first. Once his tongue is out and he's leaning propped up on his elbows he glances down at your shivering body. It's then that it hits you what's so strange about his tongue.

It's still hanging out of his mouth as he pants. It's dripping saliva and other bodily fluids down onto the bed. It's shaped just fine, if a little more pointed at the tip then normal, but it's just so long...

It hangs down past his chin by at least a good inch or so. It's the longest tongue you've ever seen on a person, and just the sight of it makes you shudder.

Hawks catches you staring, and grins. A second later it slides back in, and he closes his mouth. When he opens it a moment later everything looks fine.

"Mmhmn, you like?" He teases.

That was inside of you?

"It's an avian thing." He tells you as he crawls his way up your body and grinds his hard cock against your twitching hole. "Worked out in your favor though, right Babybird? Bet you've never cum that hard on anyone elses tongue. Don't worry, you can more of that later."

That sounds like a promise he's all to hapoy to keep, your opinion be damned.

Yandere!Hawks x Broken!Reader

Summary: Hawks regrets breaking you.

Warnings: yandere themes, injury mentions, blood mentions, physical and emotional abuse mentions, suicidal ideation, attempt mentions, forced captivity

Word count: 1.1k

The cool glass pressed against your forehead. The nightlife never got boring from up here. The lavish apartment Keigo had kept you in was dark, dinner ice cold on the table by now. He’d warned you it was going to be late by the time he got home, but you decided to wait nonetheless.

He would’ve expected dinner at 6 anyway, late or not. The cameras still watching your every move. You had prepared dinner, as usual, the routine he’d molded you to fit, it was something Keigo credited to you becoming a perfect housewife.

You hated it.

Your previous attempt at finally being free of the cage he’d put you in still throbbed. You were—quite literally—caged in like a common parakeet. It didn’t help that he called you “dove” either. Now, you couldn’t even really breathe properly without threatening to pop the stitches in your back.

You could feel the gashes stretching as you leaned forward against your knees. Keigo’s handiwork serving as a blatant reminder that if you were going to try and fly away, you would have your wings clipped.

Not that you ever had wings in the first place, nor the ability to fly. However, diving headfirst off the balcony was enough of an 'escape' attempt for him to punish you. Two deep gashes on either side of your spine, held together by string and pain. The marks were a reminder that death as a freedom was torn away, the pain being more than you could ever handle.

You couldn’t get out of bed for two days post punishment, the bruises from the beatings adding on to your pain. Keigo made sure to smother you with kisses and care before returning to work, a reminder that his punishment was "for the best".

You didn’t want to try and escape again. Besides, a bird without wings had no reason to leave the cage, right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a thump on the balcony. A familiar jingle of keys and a jiggle of the door handle, and suddenly he was home.

“Hey there, little dove,” Keigo chirped, discarding his gloves and jacket on the dining chair. His eyes surveyed you, then the room, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to dinner, since it’s probably cold, do you wanna order takeout?”

You stayed quiet, he’d never offered to order anything, always insisting you should cook. Was this a trick?

When you didn’t answer, Keigo strode across the room until he was in front of you. His hand was placed firmly under your chin, yanking your jaw up to meet his gaze.

His hardened features suddenly went soft.

Keigo searched your face for any sign of defiance, any hint that you’d try to hurt him, or yourself, but there was none of that.

“Dove,” Keigo started, “I asked you a question.”

You swallowed roughly, struggling against the position he was holding you in.

“I-it’s ok, I can just remake it.” You offered, trying to push yourself up and off the windowsill.

As soon as you stood he stopped you firmly by your shoulders, still searching your face, your body. To him, something wasn’t right.

“What’s up with you?” He asked blatantly.

You froze, was this another trick question?

“I..” you started, not being able to tear your eyes away from his gaze, “I’m just hurting.”

You answered honestly, not sure if that was what he wanted to hear.

He sighed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, making you wince.

“It’s ok if you don’t make dinner tonight, dove, we can order in Chinese food or something. A new restaurant just opened up down the street, would you like to try that place?.” He asked softly.

It was your turn to search his face for any hesitation, any sign this was a trick, but there was nothing.

You slowly leaned into his chest, searching for warmth, for any hint of love that would show you he wasn’t upset with you.

Keigo gently wrapped his arms around your waist, careful not to hurt your back any further. This softness was your answer. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

In his mind, Keigo felt bad. Images of you screaming and crying under him as he used his own feathers to cut into your back, only minutes after he had laid several strikes on your entire body. He remembered your sobs for hours after your punishment. Rocking back and forth while he stitched you up and bandaged you until you cried yourself to sleep. Today marked one week since it happened.

Keigo could sense a change in your demeanor since the moment it happened. You were more submissive now. He didn't have to ask you to clean up or make dinner anymore. It was done without asking, often better than he expected.

You clung to him now, afraid of his next move.

"Dove," He started, pulling away from you, "I'm serious this time, we can order food. I know you're not feeling well."

"Keigo, it's fine-"

"Y/n." He shushed you once more. "It's ok."

You accepted defeat, realizing he wasn't going to let up.

"I'll order as soon as we clean you up." His hands slipped under your jacket, tracing over the wounds.

Taking your hands, he gently pulled you towards your shared bedroom. You were instructed to lay face down on the bed, removing your jacket to reveal the array of bandages underneath.

Keigo sent his feathers to retrieve medical supplies while he cut the old bandages off your body.

Both of you were silent as he carefully cleaned up some of the stitching and dried blood. God there was just so much it felt like you were coated in a thick layer of it. It was painful, too. Dealing with gashes that large and so many bruises had Keigo wincing at the sight of his work.

He also took into account how many times you whimpered or winced at his touch. No doubt about it, you really were in pain, so much pain. As he finished rebandaging your back, he took into account the dark bruises that had yet to show any signs of improvement. God, how hard did he hit you?

You didn't really move as Keigo put away the supplies and walked around the bed, laying on the sheets with you. He was on his side, wings hanging off the bed as you stared at each other.

You didn't even notice you were crying until he frowned at you. He pulled you into him gently, letting you cry out whatever you were feeling.

Internally, he hated himself. Keigo didn’t like this new you. There was no fire inside you anymore. He was happy to have a housewife, but not at the cost of you losing yourself.

Keigo wept silently as he held you, realizing how badly he had broken you.

He never intended it to be like this.

Yandere Diavolo please with an ex-s/o nsfw headcanons please

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Diavolo x GN!MC

Characters: Diavolo, Main Character

Additional Tags: yandere, Non-Con, imprisonment, unhealthy relationship, masturbation, violence, forced pregnancy (under bonus if you want to avoid it)

A/N: Yandere Diavolo, my love 💕

They broke up with him. He was clearly too caught up with them and they had to get out of it. They tried to break up as amicably as possible and Diavolo seemed to take it well. The key word being seemed to. In reality, he was livid. The man has only been denied one thing in his entire life (namely his father's love) and he refuses to ever be denied the love of someone he wants again.

He does love them, or so he tells himself. He knows he's the best option for them. They just need to see it for themselves. That's why he only smiles when they break up with him. He tells them that he hopes they can remain friends, using the trust he's already built up with them so they let down their guard.

Every time he thinks about them, he gets a little angry before that anger melts into missing them. He has to jerk one out while thinking about how he'd abuse their body in order to make himself feel better. It's a nice thought, imagining how he'd fuck them so hard their thighs bruise from him pumping into them.

He is not a patient man, but he can wait until the right time to make them see what he's known all along. They don't know it yet, but they never really broke up. Well, maybe it's time he teaches them.

For a demon like Diavolo, who has Barbatos at his side, getting into someone's home is easy. Grabbing them is easier, though he's hurt when they start screaming and yelling to let them go. He's especially hurt when they leave no choice but for him to smack them so they get themselves together. He never would have thought he'd have to raise his hand to them before, but here they were.

He just wanted to explain that, after so much time and thought, he forgave their little breakup stunt and was willing to make amends. They clearly aren't listening though as they shake and tremble with fear. Poor thing. He'll kiss where he hit them and apologize profusely. They just made him so angry because they wouldn't listen. He'll be better.

They see him for what he is; absolutely insane. Maybe they kick him in the groin, maybe they slip away from him, maybe he lets them go, but either way they free themselves and run for the front door. They slam it open and bolt through-

Only to find themselves in their bedroom.

The look of confusion that twists into rage and fear makes Diavolo hard as he follows in behind them. As if they could outrun him. As if he'd let them escape when they belong to him.

He'll hug them from behind, shushing them and whispering how he knows this is different but it's for the best. They belong together after all. He forgives them for their mistake in trying to break up. He's willing to overlook that they've been such a bad partner. All this while he's rubbing his clothed erection against their ass and his hands start to wander toward the hem of their pants.

They can fight him all they want, but this is going to happen. He is going to force them face first onto the bed, holding their arms behind their back, and he is going to see just how long it does take to bruise their thighs. If they scream, he'll go harder. If they cry, he will keep shushing them. If they go catatonic, he will whisper sweet nothings to them as if he wasn't violating someone he claimed to love. Either way, he won't stop until he's satisfied they understand the position they're in.

After that, it's like playing house. He's the big strong man who goes out and does his very important work. They're the beloved spouse who stays home and does whatever they want to pass the time. He doesn't really care what they do as long as they're waiting for him when he gets home. Barbatos is a good butler, so they don't even have to cook or clean for themselves.

They can try to find a way out, but all that does is result in Diavolo being upset when he comes back, so they quickly stop. 

If they're good, they get to look out the window or even watch TV just to see the world outside. Of course, Diavolo sticks his hand in their underwear and fingers them the entire time, but at least it's something.

They're Diavolo's plaything. Maybe in some perverse way he really does love them, but they can't see it. All they can see is the way he wants to own them in every humiliating and degrading way he can.

Their body knows his cock better than they know the back of their own hand. He makes them serve him everyday in exchange for everything. If they want to eat they have to blow him first, they can't sleep until they have at least one load inside of them, if they want something new to take their mind off their clear imprisonment they have to warm his cock until he decides to get it for them (it rarely stays a simple cockwarming). 

The worst part is that he has a rule that forbids them from cumming unless they tell him "I love you, honey" before they do. They hate that he makes them cum. They hate that when they forget to say it, he'll fuck them brutally until they can't think straight and their body feels limp and worthless.

The phrase is so ingrained in their head at some point that hearing him say it makes them cum on the spot. He does that a lot when he wants to punish them for something that he perceived as a slight. After all, they didn't say it so now he gets to ravish their body to his heart's content.

Diavolo is imagining the day they finally learn their lesson. He can't wait for the day they crawl into his lap, kiss his face, and apologize for being such a brat on the first place. He can't wait to hear them say how much they love him and have them mean it. He thinks about it every time he's pounding into the hole he's trained so well, wondering when their mind will finally break the same way their body has.

Bonus

If his partner is able to have children, he will dictate when they go on and are taken off birth control. If he decides he wants an heir, they will have no choice but to give him one. He'll make sure to cum inside of them over and over until he's sure they're pregnant.

He will be shockingly gentle while they are carrying his child. He won't let up on how often he forces them to serve him, but he will focus a lot more on their pleasure and making them feel good. He won't be as rough or violent with them either.

He loves to run his hands over their growing belly and watch them try to ride him so he can see what he's done to them. He and his precious partner made a life together. That turns him on more than anything else.

He loves to suck on their tits and taste the milk that comes out. He may need a few reminders that he can't have it all to himself. Reminders that are quickly met by him sucking harder as he fingers them brainless.

Whether he decides to knock them up again or they decide to beg him for another child just so he'll be gentle with them again, one isn't going to be enough.

If his partner is unable to have children, well that's a shame. He'll have to find someone else to make an heir with him in their place. Don't get upset, precious. He won't forget them.

In fact, he'll have to come home to them and fuck them extra just to prove how devoted he is. Maybe he'll fuck them the same way just so they know he's not actually cheating on them.

Even though they can't have children, he talks non-stop about how he's going to put a baby in them and make them a parent. He cums so much that they can't hold it all, which makes him upset. 

They won't be the biological parent of his heir, but they will be the only parent his heir knows so they may as well thank him for making them a parent. Go on. He wants to hear them say how happy they are that he and them will have a happy little family.

The lineart on this is still a little scribbly, but uhhh, Eelektross!Emmet and Chandelure!Ingo.

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.”

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