ULTIMATE BLUE BOY BRACKET - ROUND ONE PART ONE

red and grey and blue and gone

Been thinking about Yandere Keigo...

TW: Kidnapping, murder, noncon, isolation, stalking, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome

Reader has gender neutral pronouns with afab body

Keigo Takami isn't the worst yandere, lucky you. When you pique his interest, he'll try to be nice about it. He'll approach you and make a bit of small talk, before asking you out.

Say yes? Pefect! He'll give you the time of your life!

Say no? Oh... That's fine! But please be wary, Keigo isn't giving up so easily.

If you refuse, well, coincidentally your boyfriend, if you have one, has been murdered the next day! Oh my god! No boyfriend? It's your best friend. And guess who's at your door? Keigo! Here to comfort you over the loss.

How did he know? He hacked into your social media Well he looked at the victim's phone to get some ID, and his lockscreen was a picture of you and him.

Wait, how do you know where I live? He followed you home the day you rejected him He was on patrol and saw you through the window.

He'll be there for you, comforting you, rubbing your back gently as you cry into his chest and soak the fabric. All while you don't see the grin on his face.

Odds are you'll probably develop a close friendship. Visits from Keigo happen often, and he'll try to win over your affection with gifts. He stalks you to find out what things you like He's just so considerate!

Soon he'll ask you out again, "We've gotten to know each other a lot better, now, so I hope you wouldn't mind dinner at my place?" Please accept the offer. Keigo doesn't want to be yandere, he really doesn't! He just wants a nice, normal relationship.

But if all else fails, yes, he will kidnap you.

Like I said before, he definitely isn't the worst yandere to be stuck with. No chains, no restraints. He'll let you wander around his penthouse to your heart's content! Yes, you heard me right. He keeps you in his penthouse. Pretty risky. But not to worry, he'll just threaten you with his quirk. One feather on your neck, while he stares down at you with sharp, narrowed eyes, telling you that you better keep quiet. And ta-da, guess who listens? Wouldn't want to worry the rest of the apartment complex, now, would we?

In terms of punishments, he doesn't really do those. He has no need for them. His door has six locks, which he explained in great detail that it was to keep the paparazzi out. And don't even try to escape through the window, unless you feel like falling 40 feet to your death. If you manage to really piss him off though, he'll lock you up in his master bedroom with no entertainment. No books, no TV, nothing. He'll give you food and water, but not much. Oh and please don't eat it all, he's not letting you out for bathroom breaks, either.

Keigo will keep you isolated until he's convinced you've learned your lesson (it's fine he can sleep on the couch). Minimum time to be locked up is two days, maximum is a week. It may sound like a short time, but really, all you can do is just lay around and think about your actions, so it'll feel like a lifetime.

He's sweet. He likes spoiling you. Giving you expensive gifts, he even trusts you to use your phone as long as he gets to look through it at the end of the day.

He's kinky, too. He loves oral more than he actually likes fucking you. You're so fucking hot when you're on your knees, sucking him off, milking his cock for his cum. And don't get me started on the way you squirm and moan as he sucks on your clit, two fingers inside you.

BDSM, CNC, roleplay, everything is on the table for him. Expect him to switch in up in the bedroom every now and then. Oh, you might like to know that he's a switch. Prefers being dominant but he'd be down to let you peg him.

But the real problem comes when spring arrives. When Keigo starts rutting. He would never force himself on you, until he's in heat. If you have an animal based quirk? Good! You two can be in heat together! Any other quirk, or quirkless? Eh... Just play along and be a good little birdie. Because mark my words, hide all you want, Keigo will find you. Don't even scream either, he'll keep his sharpest feathers right next to your jugular, a looming threat as he rapes your pussy, breeding you nice and full.

When you develop Stockholm syndrome, he'll start letting you have more freedom. Quick walks around the city, late night flights over the beach, he may even let you visit his agency.

But your relationship will never be made public. He will say he has a partner, but will never reveal your identity, same goes for your children when you have them. He doesn't want you to be targeted by villains, or even worse, the press finds out about the kidnapping.

Over all, Keigo Takami is a semi-normal yandere. He'll be good to you, if you're good to him in return.

Author's Note: I'd choose Shigaraki in a heartbeat but I've been having a Keigo brain rot and I can't get him out of my head. Doesn't help that I purchased volume 27, either. I'd gladly trade places with Twice, goddamn.

Shu as a gambler

Nichiakansa's Gambling AU

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.

Title: Pluck [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Title: Pluck [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Synopsis: You tried to run–no, fly–away. And Hawks is going to make sure you never try that again.

For request: Anonymous said:  had a thought and I’d love to hear your input! So like keigo or chisaki with like a darling with a winged quirk and then having to pluck and clip your wings so their little bird doesn’t try flying away on them. Btw can I I just say your writing is super super good and characterization is just *chefs kiss* like every piece of your writing I’m like

Word count: 1000ish

Notes: Yandere, violence

It’s that time again. Which is exactly why you’ve placed yourself in between the couch and Keigo. A very unassuming Keigo. A Keigo who is standing, hands splayed, looking all shrugs and smiles. 

You know, and Keigo knows, that he could easily reach you. He could push the couch aside. He could leap over it, fly over it, and reach you in an instant. But that doesn’t stop you from taking refuge behind it, face set in a petulant frown, wings curled protectively around you.

“Sweetie,” Keigo says, and it’s charming, or would be charming, if you weren’t his captive. “I don’t know why you’re throwing a fit about this. You know what day it is. I put it on our calendar." 

He gestures vaguely towards the kitchen, where you know there’s a large calendar tacked up on the wall, edged by taped-up photos of you and Keigo before everything went to shit. Before he kept you locked up, caged, figuratively–well, figuratively most of the time.

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Feathers and Dark Desires

Pairing: Dark!Keigo Takami x Fem!Reader

Tags: manipulation, kidnapping, obsessiveness, drugs, possessive behavior, forced kiss, yandere Keigo Takami

Word count: 1.2k

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A/N: I really like dark Keigo, like really, really like him. This prompt is so good and it filled my head with so many ideas from the moment I saw it. If you'd like to read more of my fics for this event you can go to my wholesome list or to the darker list where this prompt is from.

When the fire started spreading through the streets, supervillains wandering around, people running a screaming, honestly you thought you were going to die. That a villain would get their hands on you and that would be it. Still you ran, if you were gonna go down, you didn't want to make it easy.

You ran and ran as fast as your legs could carry you, but it wasn't enough. You could almost feel a blade at the back of your neck when you were swooped up in someone's arms, high into the air. Safe.

As you opened your eyes, feeling the cold breeze, away from the roaring fire and the shouts of death down below.

"That was close. Are you alright miss?" You recognized that voice, but it couldn't really be him right? Shifting your eyes upwards you were met with the smiling Hawks, his red wings holding flapping, holding the two of you high in the air. He tilted his head slightly to the side, waiting for your answer.

Your cheeks flushed hot, "Oh! Yes! Thank you so much!" You tried to bow your head but only ended up bumping it awkwardly against his chest. Hawks laughed at your actions, his laugh shaking both of you.

"I'm going to let you down somewhere safe alright?" You nod as he starts to fly you over to a roof, far enough from the fires but close enough that he could get to you fast if something went wrong, "There are still a few things I need to take care of. Please wait here, it's still dangerous in the streets. When the villains are gone I'll come back for you alright?"

His voice and eyes were so comforting, his lips pulled into a smile as he placed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand before jumping off the roof, his wings carrying him at the speed of light toward the crowded streets.

From this distance you couldn't quite make out what was happening down there but it seemed like Hawks had things under control. Not surprising, he was the second best hero for a reason. Soon other heroes also arrived and it seemed like the villains were pushed back quickly. The civilians and the fire were also being taken care of from what you could see.

Soon after Hawks made his way back to you, his hands crossed behind his head as he floated down next to you, "Sorry to keep you waiting miss. Things are under control for now but I'm afraid a few of them got away. With villains roaming around we're gonna need to find a temporary homes for you and the rest of the neighborhood. It should be long, a few days at most."

"Was-was anyone hurt?" You thought of your friends, mind reeling with worry.

"Nothing too bad don't worry. If you'd like I can take you somewhere safe." His eyes hooded just for a second as you took his hand, then quickly they were back to their gentle look. Wow, you must be really tired. "Your hand is shaking. It's ok. I won't hurt you."

"I'm tired." You mumble as you feel yourself pulled against his chest, his arms and wings wrapping around you. The more you bury your head into his chest the more sleepy you feel, lightheaded. "I think... I think something's wrong."

"Shhh. You're ok. Just relax. I'm here to protect you remember? Sleep for a while, you must be exhausted from all that running." The last thing you remember is sinking into his embrace, the feeling of his hand under your legs, his lips close to your ear, "I'll keep you safe."

When you woke up you weren't at a hospital. Or a safehouse. Or the home of anyone you knew. It was a rather lavish looking room actually. You tried to move, but damn did your head throb.

"Easy. The drug should be wearing off soon." Drug? Where the hell were you? Panic started to set in and you lunged upwards, only to be pinned by strong hands back against the bed, "I said easy. You'll hurt yourself." The voice was familiar, even in your groggy state. The figure above you started coming into focus.

"Hawks?" He smiled again when he saw your eyes focus on his face. "What's going on? Where am I?"

"My home of course. Do you like your new room?" You frown at him.

"My new room?" His eyes widen a little, his smile starting to get slightly unsettling.

"Of course. I wasn't going to let a pretty little thing like you sleep on the couch." His hand cups your face, but instead of the comfort you felt before you felt a cold, creeping fear shoot across your body. The way he as looking at you, smiling at you, looming over you, it didn't feel right at all.

You gulp, your words coming out shaky despite you trying to remain calm, "I need to go home."

"Home? This is your home now love. It's nice I promise. When you're feeling a bit better I'll give you a tour. But remember my friends are still around so be careful."

"Friends? The heroes are here?" His laugh was cold and sinister, his fingers flexing, tightening around your jaw to keep you still as his face drew closer.

"Not those friends." Your eyes widen as soon as you grasp the meaning of his words. You try to scream but his hand clasps around your mouth, keeping it shut. You kick your legs under him but he only presses his hips against yours harder, his free hand pinning your wrists to the bed, "You're scared. I understand. But promise, I'm only doing this for you love. Just imagine what would happen if it were a real attack, if you got seriously hurt."

Although his words were soft, his voice low, but the look he was giving you, it scared you to your core.

You try to struggle against his grip again, his grip only tightened to an almost painful degree.

"I see you insist on being difficult." As soon as his hand let go of your wrists to reach for something on the side you push against his shoulders, to no avail though. He only glances back at you and shakes his head. He shows you a little vail of liquid, "A little something to help you sleep better. Maybe after you sleep this off you'll see that I'm only trying to keep you safe." He drinks the vial and grips your wrists once more.

His hand leaves your mouth, his fingers grasping your chin to keep your lips parted for his kiss. The liquid makes its way down your throat, and try as you might you are forced to gulp it down. In retaliation you bite his tongue, but he only pressed further into you, deepening the kiss, making you screw your eyes shut tight, only opening them once the kiss is over, the drug already starting to make you sleepy again.

"Feisty little thing." He whispers against your lips, "If it were anyone else it'd cut their tongue out. Lucky for you I like it feisty." There's a streak of blood dripping down his chin but he doesn't seem to mind, his hand lets go of your wrists as they fall onto the pillows. You feel him cup your cheeks, "So pretty." Your body starts to relax under his, "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe forever. Sweet dreams now, I love you." Those are the last words you hear before you sink back into dreamless sleep, managing to catch Hawks winking at you before you're in complete darkness once again.

Binged the new Earthspark eps today!! I'm sobbing up a storm

Today I woke up thirsty

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