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killing me softly.

Keigo Takami x F!Reader

7.3k words

summary: Just another evening of post-pregnancy bliss alongside your faithful and doting husband, Keigo. He’s been so considerate of your recovery… It may be a little soon, but he deserves a reward for being so patient, doesn’t he? Yes, yes he does.

warnings: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, forced pregnancy, breeding, lactation, fantasies of suicide, overall scumbag keigo shenanigans

A/N: started this a month ago. my inspo skedaddled about halfway through. it never came back, but i was tired of feeling guilty about already having 4k words written so i finally decided to bite the bullet and just spend a few hours slapping the keyboard until the rest of this 7k monstrosity was born. not sure why i’m posting on here since i’m hardly active but :’) this is for all the homies who are constantly starving for nasty keigo content. i feel y'all. i AM y'all.

technically a continuation of this fic.

Sometimes, you thought about throwing yourself from your balcony. You’d never actually be able to, what with the layers upon layers of security ensuring you’d never so much as sniff the outside air without Keigo’s express permission and supervision. Still, a girl could dream.

Just the idea of that moment before the fall, the suspension of time and space that simultaneously felt ephemeral and like an eternity. The blistering onslaught of air forcing your eyes closed. Your hair whipping wildly behind you, like ribbons. The weightless feeling of your organs, and the butterflies filling the spaces in between them. And finally, the moment before your body collided with the unforgiving earth—then nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

You yearned for it, more than anything you thought to be capable of yearning. It frightened you, because this is what he made—no, molded you into. A scared little thing, cowering and submitting always, because a happy Keigo was infinitely more preferable to an upset Keigo. He made you want to die. You, who used to be someone worthy of the title villain, worthy of the fear of others, and the respect of your peers.

So much for that.

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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 ♥

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“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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