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Which of the sanses decided to open up an irl store here

Ying and yang as characters

They've literally swapped places, I think that shows how much they compete eachother honestly.

I’m so excited for all the new things you’ll be writing :D if you’re cool with it, could you write hawks with a broken darling and him just providing comfort? I’d imagine that when it comes down to it, hawks wouldn’t be all too happy about having his darling become a shell of who they used to be. I feel like he’d just hold darling and pray with all his heart that he’ll fix the problem.

Title: Sunday Regret [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Synopsis: He didn’t meant to do it. And now he’ll do what it takes 

Word Count: 1312

Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, mentions of violence

 If he wasn’t in the middle of cooking, he’d probably carry you into the dining room for a change of pace. But he doesn’t want to burn it, lest you get scared at the sound of the smoke detector. 

You haven’t moved from your spot on the sofa in hours. If it weren’t for him, you’d probably still be in bed, tucked on your side, alternating between staring at the wall and burying your face in a tear-stained pillow. 

But it’s not good for you to lay in bed all day, so he carefully picked you up and carried you into the living room after a while. He even left your walker next to you, though you’ve never bothered using it.

You don’t bother doing much of anything, anymore.

At least the living room had more stimulation for you than the bedroom. He worried when you spent hours in there, staring at a blank wall. In the living room, there were books or decor to look at, or he could turn on the TV or play some music, if you wanted. Not that you would say what you wanted, because you haven’t spoken properly in… he doesn’t want to think how long. You’ve made noises. Grunts of assent or disagreement. Sighs. Whimpers, sometimes, at night, when you think he might be sleeping.

He didn’t mean to break you down like this. Truly. How was he supposed to know--know what would happen, and know his own strength. You probably don’t believe him, which hurts (you’re supposed to love him, after all) but he didn’t actually mean to break your leg. You were trying to run, and you made it outside and tripped--all your own fault--and when he’d grabbed your leg as you tried to scurry away, he’d gripped your calf and then.

Crunching. Your screams, no, they were more like wails, primal sounds that made his gut curl. He’s not proud of the way he slapped a hand over your mouth, then, pulling you inside with no delicacy, only hurried fear that someone heard you and might come snooping.

And maybe he shouldn’t have screamed at you after dropping you unceremoniously on the bedroom floor, maybe he should have offered you painkillers right away instead of jabbing a finger in your face and telling you that you could just-deal-with-it.

Maybe if he’d treated you tenderly from the moment of the break, you wouldn’t have become so depressed and downtrodden. The next day, stuffed with painkillers and leg wrapped (courtesy of a favor--no questions, no answers) you simply… stopped existing. You wouldn’t talk, barely nodding or shaking your head at his requests. You stopped bathing yourself--getting to gently bathe you in the tub himself is one perk of all this, he thinks, though he’d never say it out loud. You barely eat, and when you do, he usually needs to feed you.

He’s threatened you with a feeding tube and you didn’t even flinch; he doesn’t want to go that route, but he can always call in a favor. You sleep erratically, sometimes all day, sometimes all night; you stare ahead of you for hours, tears leaking onto whatever pillow is tucked underneath your head. All of his attempts to get you on a sleeping schedule failed, so he stopped trying. You probably needed more sleep to let your broken leg heal, anyway.

He tries to be understanding, because in a way, this is his fault. If he’d been a better boyfriend, you wouldn’t have tried to run from him, and he wouldn’t have broken your leg. (He often reminds himself, that if you hadn’t run away, he never would have needed to grab your leg--but what good does it do to point out that it’s partly your fault, too?)

Besides, he knows that you need lots of forgiveness right now. You’re hurting.  You’re sad. But it’s hard. It’s hard. And he doesn’t blame you, not really, but he wishes he had someone to talk to about his problems. He misses you. He misses watching TV together. He even misses the arguments, in a way. At least you were talking. At least you were feeling something other than the sadness that kept tracks of tears on your cheeks all day.

Maybe it wouldn’t have made a difference in the end. Maybe you would have done this regardless.  It’s not important. What is important--and he knows this in his heart--is that the regrets it, all of it, and he’ll never do it again. And he’s going to make sure you get better by being the best damn boyfriend there is.

“Lunchtime, babe,” he says, quickly scooping together two bowls of rice, some veggies, wanting to keep things light on your stomach. It’s easier to feed you when the vegetables are soft--he worries less about you not chewing properly, at least--so they’re a bit overcooked, mushy in the bowl.

You don’t respond. But it’s okay. He doesn’t expect you to. If anything, this entire ordeal has taught him a lot about considering your needs. He wasn’t exactly a great boyfriend before all this. He got a bit too selfish, making you sit on his lap, getting annoyed if you cried while he made you try on lingerie. Now, though? It’s all about you.

So if he has to miss an interview because you broke down sobbing in the tub and need to be held for a while, so be it. If his new couch gets food stains because you don’t want to get up and he feeds you right from the comfort of the sofa, so be it.

Whatever it takes--he’ll do it.

When he cranes his neck back into the living room, the sight makes his feathers rustle. You’re standing, leaning on the walker he’d left behind, arms trembling from the effort. You got up! It’s the most you’ve done on your own in a long time. A grin instinctively breaks out and he can’t stop himself from practically running up to you, eyes bright, smile brighter.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says, practically breathless from the change. “Do you--shit, this is great, do you want to do something? What do you need? Want to take a walk on the balcony or--”

He pauses when he sees your mouth moving, sees you looking at him with sad, puppy-dog eyes. It’s a tentative gesture, and he’s reminded of an infant, staring at their parents and trying to force through words through unpracticed lips.

“I--I--I…”

He rises up on his toes in anticipation. Moving on your own and talking, all in one day? Maybe this is your breakthrough, maybe this is it, maybe he’s pulled you across that threshold back into health. Back into you.

But you don’t--can’t--finish whatever it was you wanted to say. You huff instead, sighing in defeat, face falling and thick tears dribbling down your splotchy cheeks as you give up entirely.

You burst into short, pitiful sobs, arms shaking violently as your grip on the walker weakens, as your physical strength seems to drop.

He doesn’t wait, and immediately swoops you up in his arms, cradling you as he sits on the sofa, careful of your leg as he tucks you into his lap. You don’t resist as he pushes your head towards his rest, letting it rest there as he rubs your back, stroking softly.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’m right here.”

It makes you cry harder, leaning your face into his shoulder like you do the pillows on the bed. Which is good, isn’t it? You’re getting it out. And when is the last time you let him hold you like this without struggling, legs and arms kicking, nails scratching?

So he won’t deny that he enjoys this moment, enjoys getting to comfort you in the way he’s always wanted to; in the way that you’ve always, especially right now, needed.

It might take a long time to get you back to yourself. But he’ll be here, every step of the way, waiting for you to come out on the other side.

starting 2024 with a Toji

What are your thoughts on this?

bruh Mewtwo knows what’s up 

INSERT MASTERLIST

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

Yandere kidnapper takes your virginty:

VIRGINITY ♡6k

Simpy boyfriend is unabashedly obsessed with your ass:

ASS ♡5.7k

Yandere captor has too much libido:

REMINDER ♡5.5k

Punished for trying to run away from your yandere captor:

PUNISHED ♡5.3k

Step-bro creeps on you:

CREEP STEP-BRO ♡5k

Thirsty thoughts on big yanderes x tiny darlings:

FUN-SIZED ♡3k

GENTLE GIANT ♡4.5k

Ex-boyfriend kidnaps you:

LOVE ME ♡2.8k

Yandere kidnapper softly nonconning darling:

soft noncon ♡2.8k

You break up with your fuckfriend, and he doesn't take it well:

FUBU ♡2.8k

Strict yandere captor hates when you curse:

FILTHY ♡2.6k

Another day waking up next to your yandere captor:

MORNING WOOD ♡2.6k

Boss uses his assistant whenever he wants and however he wants:

BOSS ♡2.5k

Creep captor dresses you up like a doll and takes pictures of you:

DOLL ♡2.5k

Poly yandere captors make you cum for them:

A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE ♡2.7k

Businessman yandere comes home to his little trophy wife:

STRESS BALL ♡2.6k

Your strict teacher fucks your throat raw in detention:

DETENTION ♡2.3k

Yandere captor loves watching you cum:

THAT SPECIAL PLACE ♡2.2k

Beast boyfriend x human reader:

INSTINCTS ♡1.9k

Yandere plays the good guy:

GOOD GUY ♡1.9k

Yandere kidnapper throatfucks you after anal:

ATM ♡1.8k

Orc x elf reader:

ORC x ELF ♡1.8k

Yandere captor using you as his pretty rope-bunny:

ROPE-BUNNY ♡1.8k

Condescending boyfriend:

HOPELESS ♡1.6k

Yandere kidnapper is a sexual sadist:

RIBBED CONDOMS ♡1.6k

Poly wolfboys x bunny reader:

BUNNYHOLES ♡1.6k

You try running away from your two poly yandere captors:

ROPE OR BAT? ♡1.5k

Colleague crushing on reader in office au:

CUT TO THE CHASE ♡1.5k

Yanderes who's obsessed with breeding:

FORCED BREEDING ♡1.5k

You're a popular airhead, and he's your loser tutor:

BLIND TRUST ♡1.5k

You become the spoiled prince's personal maid:

FARM ANIMAL ♡1.4k

Yandere captor staking claim to all your holes:

STUFFED ♡1.3k

Stepdaddy puts you in your place:

BRAT ♡1.3k

You're an older guy's pleasure pet:

BEDTIME FEEDING ♡1.1k

Omega reader tries running away from her Alpha mate:

SILLY LITTLE MATE ♡1k

Your jock bully asks you to tutor him:

NERD ♡1k

day 115 | fifth strangling attempt that day [id in alt] [x]

growing old together <3

eram quod es, eris quod sum.

paring. siren!hawks x fem!reader

c/w. dark content, noncon, brainwashing, drugging, oral sex (f!receiving), loss of virginity, (1) mention of breeding, hawks is a conniving bastard, reader is a cranky know-it-all, some mentions of blood, a crumb of lore was stolen from supernatural

a/n. half of my reason for writing this was for @bibbidi-bobbidi-birb. you are so ridiculously talented at writing and characterizing this man; i drew a lot of inspiration from your seven deadly sins series, although i don’t write as eloquently as you do so i pray it doesn’t melt your eyeballs lmfao. the other half of this is dedicated to @hhawks owtw collab & to all of the amazing writers on this platform. hope y'all enjoy ♥

w/c. 21k

playlist. 1, 2, 3, 4

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”

– H.P. Lovecraft

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i don’t know if you’re still doing the yandere prompts but i’d love to see quote 35 with hawks!

Pairing: Hawks x Reader Quote: I never want to hurt you, Darling. You’re my sunshine. You just misbehave so much, I’m forced to. Warnings: predator/prey, kidnapping, mutilation, mild gore and blood, Stockholm, yandere Note: This is pretty dark, so mind the warnings.

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Your breath comes out in panting gasps as you run through the streets, away from the pro hero known as Hawks. You used to look up to him as the perfect example of what a pro hero should be, until he snatched you from the streets. You don’t even know how long he’s had you, but you know it must be a long time.

You can feel your sanity slipping more and more each day, the siren call of just giving up and letting Hawks do what he wants getting more and more powerful. You knew you had to do something drastic before you completely lost yourself.

So when you saw a small opening in his defenses, an unlocked window, you decided to take it. You climbed out the window, went down the fire escape, and started running. You haven’t looked back since, and you’ve seen no sign of Hawks. You desperately hope you have the time to get far away before he realizes you're gone.

But that hope is dashed as you hear the sound that causes your blood to run cold. The sound of wings, flapping overhead. You increase your speed, knowing that it’s futile, but too stubborn not to try. But something instantly collides against you from above, causing you to be thrown to the pavement.

You lift yourself up enough to glance behind you and see Hawks, looking at you with cold fury. The normally happy go lucky hero has let his true side peek out, the darkness showing in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going, little bird,” he coos at you as he begins to slowly walk towards you. “Flying out of your cage the second you saw the opportunity. I am disappointed in you.”

“Please Hawks,” you begin to try and reason with him before you’re abruptly cut off.

“You know what you’re supposed to call me, don’t you?” His tone turns dangerous, his expression calculating.

“Keigo, please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, a tear sliding down your face.

“I never want to hurt you, Darling. You’re my sunshine. You just misbehave so much, I’m forced to,” he sighs and shakes his head, his expression pained.

You start to try and crawl away, only to be grabbed by your ankle and forcibly dragged back to Hawks. He shoves you back down on the pavement as his hand goes behind him to grab something.

Your expression is confused as you see him pull out a feather, but you quickly realize what he intends to do as he rolls your pants leg up and presses the feather against your skin.

Before you have time to even make a noise of protest, he slices through the back of your right ankle. You scream as you hear a snap and white hot agony flares outwards from the area. Your Achilles tendon, your mind finally supplies, he cut your Achilles tendon.

The pain drifts away to a dull throbbing as Hawks holds your foot still, watching the blood drip down onto the pavement from a hideous looking wound, and you glance up to see him smiling at you. “I told you that you’re my sunshine,” he says softly, reaching out to cup your face. “I could have severed it all the way through, but I didn’t.”

His hand trails down your face to wrap gently around your neck, squeezing lightly before running his fingers over the soft skin there. “If I had severed it, you might never have recovered. And now, I get to take care of you for a while.” He gives you a soft smile. “You’ll let me, won’t you little bird?”

Maybe he really isn’t so bad, you think. This could have been so much worse. He could have crippled that leg for good, could have cut parts of you off like it was nothing. But he only did something that would heal eventually, and he’s going to take care of you too.

“Of course I’ll let you, Keigo.” You finally smile at him.

His face turns radiant, the smile making his eyes shine with happiness, and you find yourself glad that you put that look on his face.

“And you love me, don’t you little bird?” He pulls you in for a heated kiss, before drawing back just enough to look into your eyes as he waits for your answer.

“Of course I love you, Keigo,” you whisper quietly.

He stands up and gently picks you up, bridal carry style. “Then let’s get you home.”

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