Daddy’s Favourite Issue - Enji Todoroki

origin trio in europe: the 2nd movie

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Okay but have you ever considered Yandere Hawks going into rut and kidnapping his poor, overworked secretary, taking them home to his lovely nest, and breeding them. I mean, come on, it's spring. If they didn't want to be Keigo's breeding bitch then why did they stick around for so long? 🤔 None of the other secretaries cared enough to last this long. Clearly their still at his agency because they L O V E him~ 😏 Won't they just be so pleased to carry his hatchlings and be his pretty mate? 🥵🙏

Warnings: Noncon, oviposition, forced breeding, forced orgasms, mating rut, kidnapping, drugging, yandere Note: Sorry this took so long to fill, but uhhh...I went crazy with it and this is a 1.2k monster of a mini fic. 😂

When you wake up, it takes you several seconds to realize exactly what happened. You were working overtime as per usual when your boss Hawks came in. His pupils were full blown, sweat dripping from his body like he had just run miles, and he couldn’t seem to stop shaking.

You didn’t realize the danger until it was too late and he had you in his arms, pressing a sweet smelling cloth to your mouth and holding you until you passed out. And now, you’re tied to a bed naked, legs spread wide as an even more feral looking Hawks stares at you with hunger in his eyes.

“My pretty little bird,” he whispers as he climbs into bed with you. “You’re finally awake. I didn’t want to do this while you were unconscious, that makes it no fun at all for either of us.”

“Hawks, what is the meaning of this?” You try to sound calm, rational to try and talk some sense into him. “You need to let me go.”

“Why would I do that?” He slips up your body, slotting himself in between your thighs and grinding the bulge in the front of his pants against you. The rough fabric of his jeans pushes against your clit, and you let out a soft gasp. “See? You want this.”

“Whatever this is, no I don’t want it!” You snap at him, but instead of looking angry, the corners of his lips turns up into a smile.

“Of course you do, pretty bird. It’s breeding season for me, and you stayed around like a good little bird. You wanted to be bred by me, filled up with my hatchlings until you’re big and round.”

Your eyes widen in horror. “What - no, I don’t -”

You had heard rumors of Hawks, speculation on just how bird-like the number two hero truly was. But you had no idea of this, not even an inkling. “Your breeding season?” You ask hesitantly.”

“I’m in a rut.” And then he’s unzipping his pants, pulling them off and revealing a truly large, impressive cock that’s already rock hard. “And I can’t wait, my baby bird. I need to be inside of you, need to breed you until you can’t handle any more of my eggs.”

“Eggs? No no no, Hawks, please think about this - “

But he doesn’t answer, sheathing himself inside of your unprepared pussy in one firm snap of his hips. You whine at the painful stretch of your tight muscles around his length, and tears form at the corner of your eyes that he promptly kisses away.

“Shh, it’s okay, you’ll feel good in no time,” he coos at you as he begins to thrust. “Fuck, you’re so tight - you were saving yourself just for me, weren’t you? Of course you were.”

You begin to argue, but then you feel something at the entrance of your pussy, trying to force its way in. He said eggs, you remind yourself with dawning horror, that must be an egg -

“Hawks please, please think about this! I don’t want this!”

“Yes you do, little bird,” he grunts out, as he begins to make sharp, shallow thrusts into you as the egg forces your pussy to stretch even further. “You wouldn’t have stayed if you didn’t want this.”

You scream as the egg enters you and he fucks it up into your pussy with more sharp thrusts. You feel it press against your g-spot, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum hard around it. 

“See? I knew it, you fucking wanted this. You cumming around my eggs is so fucking hot, baby bird,” he groans out as he fucks the egg up into you. He reaches the barrier of your cervix, pausing for one second as he reassures you. 

“This will hurt at first,” he admits, “but then it’ll feel good. And it will all be worth it when we have our precious hatchlings.” And then he gives one massive thrust as he forces your cervix open.

The blinding pain takes your breath away, the feeling of the egg pushing past into your womb agonizing. You feel a pop as your cervix gives way, and then the egg is filling up your once empty womb. Suddenly your body is on fire, pussy gushing liquid around his cock as more eggs push inside of you easily now that you’re more stretched open.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you mindlessly babble as the eggs move along your walls, pressing hard against them and causing more orgasms to wrack your body. “Oh fuck, Hawks, oh god, it feels so good - I can’t - “

“Keigo,” he corrects you, “call me Keigo, my beautiful mate, the mother of my children.” He presses against your stomach, rolling the egg around in your tummy and causing you to scream from the sheer pleasure.

More eggs plop into your womb along with the other, and your belly begins to swell and stretch and you’re only able to lay there limply as your body is wracked with more orgasms. “Please, no more,” you whimper pathetically, Keigo, it’s too much - ‘

“Shh, this is the last one, I promise,” he whispers to you, forcing one more egg through your wide open cervix. You glance down at your belly, shocked to see that you look 9 months pregnant already. You can see the outline of the eggs, and you marvel at it for a second before you reach down to touch one.

You give a broken moan as you feel the eggs inside of you, realizing that maybe he was right - isn’t this what you were made for? To be bred and full of eggs? It’s not so bad, you think, and in fact it feels amazing. How were you able to live, being so empty before?

“I knew it,” he smiles happily, “you realize this is what you were meant for.” He begins to thrust again, several sharp movements before he’s cumming against your cervix, shooting hot ropes of cum directly into your womb to fertilize the eggs.

He lifts your hips up, keeping his cock snugly inside of you until your cervix closes again, ensuring that no eggs slip out and all of his cum stays inside of you.

He picks you up gently, placing you in a large ring of pillows and blankets before tucking you in. “This is your nest, little bird. You’ll stay here until the eggs are ready to hatch, okay? Don’t strain yourself, you’re so delicate right now.”

You wouldn’t be able to move much even if you wanted to, you realize. Your belly feels so heavy and full, and you’re unbelievably sleepy. But before you pass out, you hear your mate distantly say something.

“We’re going to be such a happy family, baby bird.”

The stages of flustering this old, emotionally-stunted man:

(disclaimer: please do not attempt this unless Lucifer is really tired. Otherwise he will turn the situation against you and he’ll be very smug about it)

Ad Experimentum

Yandere Dr. Ratio x Reader

Veritas catches you reading one of your dirty books.

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, forced imprisonment, NSFW scenes being read aloud, Dr. Ratio being a dick as always

Within the confines of Veritas’s home, you feel like a mouse in a maze, reduced to a caged animal, always under scrutiny and experimentation.

Escape is impossible. Dr. Ratio has ensured that you’re never out of his reach, even though he acts as if you are the burden and he didn’t kidnap you and imprison you in his home. Sometimes you wonder why he even keeps you; surely he has better things to do than to quip at your inadequacy or lack of genius. But alas, the pretentious prick seems keen on pushing every one of your buttons to see how you tick. You might even call it intimacy if he wasn’t so clinical and judgmental about it all.

Because physical escape is impossible, you’ve turned to escaping within the confines of your own mind.

Books provided the perfect retreat. You’ve since abandoned any non-fiction to focus on fantasy, to worlds that effortlessly whisk you away. Novels that depict true, romantic love, not the twisted ownership you’ve grown used to. Like you’re some pet to be controlled and prodded at, like Pavlov’s dog, waiting and drooling for its master’s hand at the ring of a bell.

So, in your hopes to feel something real, you’ve started to delve into stories that are a bit…spicier.

With the latest read in your hand, your eyes skim hungrily over the pages as the tension between the protagonists builds. The lovers begin to undress each other, the one spreading his partner’s pussy as she grinds into his hand—

Veritas effortlessly plucks the book from your hands, earning a cry of protest. You try to snatch it back, but, with the help of his towering height, he dangles it just out of reach. “What in the heavens is this?”

The way he holds the book between his thumb and pointer finger, as if merely touching it would taint his self-proclaimed perfect set of knowledge, was almost comedic. You would laugh if he wasn’t such a condescending asshole.

Instead, you scowl. “Give it back.”

He merely hums and turns the novel in his hands, inspecting the cover. Licking his thumb, he flips to your bookmarked page and begins reading aloud. “My hand caressed her core as I speared her with two, thick fingers. She moaned and arched into my palm in response, causing my cock to twitch in anticipation. God, I wanted to taste her arousal. Her pussy was perfect, so wet and tight and ready for me to claim, to fuck.”

Embarrassment rages across your cheeks like a burn. You fling yourself at him, pounding your fists against his chest when he lifts the book out of your reach easily. “Stop, just stop.”

Amused, Dr. Ratio continues to narrate the scene in painstaking detail. “I lowered my head, letting my tongue swirl around her clit and rendering her voice to nothing but pitiful mewls. She tasted like heaven, like my own personal feast. I buried my tongue in her, then, and held her hips as she bucked into my mouth, begging for release—”

“I will do anything,” you beg, face in your palms, “just please stop.”

Finally, mercifully, Veritas closes the book and lowers it down enough for you to snatch it back. You cradle it against your chest, heart pounding and palms sweaty with a chaotic blend of shame, anger, and relief that it was over.

“This is what you indulge in while I’m working? Though you are hardly an intellectual exception, I believed you to be above this brain-rotting nonsense, (Y/n).”

In spite of your embarrassment, you boldly meet his golden eyes. “And what do you care? I enjoy it, and it’s not meant for you. Go stick your nose in a dictionary for all I care.”

“At least I’d be learning something,” he sneers in return, looking down his nose at you. He sniffs, tilting his chin up. “What do those books have that I can’t offer you?”

You still, observing his features. Now that the fun of teasing you has worn off, his eyes flare with loathing. With a jolt, you realize it is not aimed at you but at…the book?

Wordlessly, you glance between Dr. Ratio and your novel. Then, a stilted laugh escapes your lips. “Wait.. Are you seriously jealous of a book?”

“Don’t be preposterous,” he scoffs, though you notice his white-knuckled grip against the back of the armchair you were previously lounging in. “I would never stoop so low as to associate myself with that plebeian filth. I simply wanted to ascertain your reaction to it being read aloud.”

You resist the desperate urge to roll your eyes. “Fine, then. Please leave me to my uneducated filth.” You spin around, intent on finding a new place to finish your reading.

“Not so fast.” Veritas is on you quicker than a cobra, large hands gripping both your shoulders. “Perhaps all is not lost. We may yet transform this circumstance into an educational opportunity for you.”

A chill runs down your spine at the heavy touch, and a sudden sense of foreboding warns you to run. You’re all too aware you’re the mouse being fed to the snake in this moment.

Veritas spins you to face him, eyes slowly trailing down your form, as if taking you in with a new perspective. “I believe an experiment is due.”

You go rigid. “I’m sorry?”

“If you’re so intent on reading about all those fantasies in your books, let’s go ahead and put them to the test, shall we?”

At his clear implication, you yelp and make a run for it. In that moment Veritas strikes, fisting your hair with one hand and cupping your chin with the other as he presses your body flush against his own. You can already feel his hard desire digging into your back.

“Here’s my hypothesis,” he purrs in your ear. “I predict that by the end of tonight, you too will be begging for my cum, whether you want to or not.”

His theory, as always, was proven to be correct.

This was from the official Art Of Cuphead book xD

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

Ao3

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.

✨ For all time ✨ . . The height difference is perfect for Mobius to lean up for a kiss 💕💕🥺🙏🏻

I had a thought. Hawk’s s/o owning a huge stuffed animal she always cuddles,n whenever she’s not looking or leaves the room alone w stuffed toy n hawks... he lik. Rubs himself on it- to make it smell like him- for the pure sake of seeing it as his only competition- n wanting it to remind her of him when she smells it- Jfjffjjf idk

Anon I’m so sorry that I totally twisted your scenario into something 20x more ridiculous than it already was I have no idea what this is.

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(NSFW)

Hawks was the top bird. He knows that. He knows that you know that. No one keeps you safe, provides for you, and makes you feel good like he does. You said it yourself, “You’re the greatest thing that’s ever come into my life.” He believes you.

But that doesn’t make your relationship with that other bird any less infuriating. You said that he’s an old gift from a friend, but Hawks isn’t going to let down his guard. Not with the way you cuddle up to the other bird. ‘I’m cuddly too,’ Hawks thought whenever he watched you. There were never any intrusions when it was just you and him in the great outdoors. All of your attention was on him, as it should be. But once you both were back at your place, and you just needed to lie down and rest, you’d always let that little bastard join the party.

Hawks never said anything about it, and neither did the other bird. ‘And he never will, if he knows what’s good for him.’  He pulls you in extra close and plants several kisses on your face. Possessive, he knows, but there aren’t many ways to get his point across to his innocent-looking rival, who wasn’t reacting to Hawks’s display of dominance. The other bird had a poker face that competes with his, Hawks had to admit, and it was honestly starting to piss him off.

‘How about I show him something that he’ll never have.’

Your surprised little ‘oh!’ made Hawks smirk as he rolled you onto your stomach, yanking off your pants and underwear. He frees himself and rubs your slippery folds. The sudden eagerness excites you. “Mmmm, Hawks. Being aggressive tonight?”

“I just think you could use a refresher tonight, baby.” He pushes inside and rests all of his weight on top of you, fucking you into the mattress.

Your cries are nice and loud. Good. “Ah! Yes, Hawks! Harder!”

He loves it. Keep crying out for him. “What’s that? Who’s the one fucking you right now?”

“Hawks!”

“Who makes you whine like a bitch in heat?”

“You! You do, Hawks!”

Hawks looks to the side to ensure that adorable bastard was watching.

Ah yes, he is. With those soulless eyes and blank expression. Always acting like everything was fine. Hawks growled and fucked you harder.

“Got nothing to say, little guy?”

“What, do you like watching your girl get taken by someone else? Is that what you’re into?”

You try to turn your head. “Hawks? Who are you talking to?”

He ignores you and keeps on going. “Do you wish you’re the one who can make her feel like this? Huh?!”

Still nothing. This little shit refuses to crack.  

You follow Hawks’s gaze and are very confused to see where it lands. “A-are you talking to my stuffed animal?”

Your question seems to anger him as he humps you into the sheets. “Is that what he is to you? A plush and cuddly stuffed animal?”

“What? What the hell does that even mean?”

“You really don’t think that sweet little peacock wants more than just cuddles? That maybe he wants to be the one to have you?”

“WHAT?!”

You spring up fast enough to catch Hawks off-guard and knock him back onto his ass. “B-baby?” He says in wide-eyed confusion.

You stand up and angrily pull your panties back up. “You’ve done some crazy shit during your ruts, but this? I’m so done, you delusional horny competitive pigeon.” You stomp out of the room and shut the door before he can say anything more.

Hawks just stares at the door, shaking. The anger boiling within him was ready to bubble over. He glares at the cunning bastard responsible for this. ‘This is what he wanted. He wanted me to lose my cool when I thought I was winning.’ Of course you would want your two favorite birds to play nice. Why did he have to be so stupid? All he did was make the peacock look like the calm and civil guy while Hawks was trying to assert dominance like a savage.

“You haven’t won this. You’re a clever bastard, I’ll give you that. But I’ll always be the one she chooses.”

As always, the other bird stays silent. Maybe he agrees. Maybe he knows that you belong to Hawks and only Hawks, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to keep the winged hero on his toes, ready to snatch you away at any moment.