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Late Night

Pairing: Dark Hawks x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female Reader

SUMMARY: Keigo hates threatning you - only when necessary.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; Threats.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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"Hey, c'mon, don't cry..." 

He tries, tentatively reaching with a hand but instantly stopping at the abrupt increase of your sobbing. 

"Y/n? Babe, pretty please..." he sighs, rubbing his tired eyes, "Let's just go to sleep, yeah? It’s getting late and I have to wake early tomorrow."

"Leave me alone." you howl the words out, as if you're a wounded dog. You feel like one, to be fair. Bunched up in a corner of this huge room, face contorted as you cry ugly tears and snot. 

It's only been a week since you were taken from the comfort of your life, and you still can't stop the aching pain that burns your heart whenever you think about it. 

During the day, it’s slightly more manageable to pretend that it’s fine, that you’ll eventually escape him, that everything will be fine.

But as soon as the dark cast of the night hits, it’s like all the overwhelming weight of sad reality starts to wear you down. 

You’re so tired of him. You just wanna go home and hide underneath the safety of your blankets. 

“Babe….”

Keigo sighs once again, leaning back at the adjacent beige wall as he runs his fingers through the blonde hair. 

"Hate to ask, but any chance you can speed this up? Not to the part where you relentlessly beg to go home, to which I'll say no - obviously." Keigo says with such normality as if he’s asking you to turn the lights off.

"Also not the part where you cry your pretty eyes out for another 20 minutes, yell shitty things, threaten me, and so goes on…”

You gulp, with a new batch of tears forming as he tilts his head to the side, lips curling into a half-smile as if your despair amuses him. 

“... but yes to the part where you finally shut up with the hysteria and we go to bed.”

You tearfully glare at him, indignation flaring up at his nonchalant words. 

“I hate you. You kidnapped me!" you continue, half-choking in your own tears, hoping the hatred and anger in your face is enough to show him just how much you hate him. “I hate you!” 

Keigo dismissively shrugs his shoulders, despite the new tension in his jaw as he glances at his wrist watch. 

“I’m not the bad guy here, babe.” 

“You-” 

“If I was the bad guy…” he interrupts you, an unpleasant glint in his eyes showing that deep your words didn’t sit right with him. “...right now I’d be punching a hole into your pretty face for being such a brat. Or maybe I’d be ripping your tongue out with my bare hands, so you won’t speak bullshit like that. Maybe you’d like that better?” 

Your eyes widen at that, body freezing as fear takes control of you. 

For most times Keigo is laid-back and chill, but times like these are the ones that remind you that he’s just as dangerous as a villain is. He could easily hurt or even kill you within seconds, and there was nothing your quirkless ass could do to stop him.

You are at his mercy, much like you’ve always been ever since he took you. 

You hate how helpless you feel. 

Keigo notices your mortified reaction and walks closer, crouching in front of you. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you, babe.” he says with a jovial tone. “But I really need you to behave, ‘kay?”

His hand elevates and he ignores your flinch as he brushes away a few tears. 

“Enough with the tears, you’re too pretty to be cryin’ like that.” he smiles, hand lowering to grab your forearm.

He stands up, pulling you with him towards the bed. 

“Now, let’s go get our beauty sleep.”  

Yandere Stalker x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: Stalking, blood, fem reader, stealing, he’s weird as fuck, male masturbation, he’s infatuated with you.

*This fic is influenced by You—a great tv show btw. I’m trying to give him a joe goldberg vibe. I really thought of the weirdest and freakiest shit he could do…He is referred to as “your stalker” and this is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your stalker goes to extreme lengths to feel close to you. Nothing really phases him, and that includes your period blood.

What’s more dangerous than a man madly in love?

He stalked you to a coffee shop. He sat a couple tables away from you, and he ordered a random drink. He never really cared for the overpriced concoctions these baristas made, and he really was here for you. He watched your white straw turn into a different color when you sip on your drink, and he sighed happily as he thought you looked hot with your lips puckered.

Sure enough, every sip was like a punch to your bladder. You got up from your seat and you walked to the restroom.

Was this disgusting? He asked himself as his cheek hit the cold tile floor. He was currently hiding in the women’s bathroom, spying on you as you did your business. And to his elation, you were on your period. He watched as you pulled down your pants, and you sat down onto the toilet, his eyes honing in on the pad that lays on your panties. As you changed your sanitary pad and wrapped up the old one, you pulled your pants back up and walked out of the stall. His eyes following the sight of your shoes and you stopped at the trash can, he hears a faint noise, and then the sound of the water turning on.

When you finally left, he walked out of the stall he was hiding in, and he approached the trash can. He gently pushed the opening, and his arm traveled down inside to look for the pad you threw away. He prayed that all of the wet substances that he was feeling was just soggy paper towels.

He then feels a plastic film, and it was sort of short but thick in width, and he grabbed onto it. He pulled it out and he inspected the orange colored wrapper. He was curious since he didn’t have a uterus, and also didn’t know what it was like to have a period, and he then sniffed it.

It definitely smelled odd… It sort of tingled his senses, the aroma of metallic blood and the natural scent of your body was…. sort of triggering a deep rooted instinct inside him. But that didn’t stop him from stashing it away into his pocket. He quickly put his hood up and he walked out of the restroom.

He had to jog a bit to catch up with you, he saw you sharply turn the corner, and he almost panicked when he couldn’t see you anymore. The last time this had happened, a crowd swarmed him and he hasn’t seen you in months. For five hellish months he had to try to find you again. It certainly wasn’t easy to find someone that didn’t document every single moment of their life on the internet.

A year prior before he started to stalk you in person, he wanted to stalk you online. He was pretty sure everyone stalks their crush on their socials, he remembers seeing your name on the coffee cup you were holding, and he scrolled through endless usernames. He squinted his eyes and he tried to look at the tiny profile pictures.

None of them looked like you.

He couldn’t find your perfect face anywhere! He slammed his fists onto his desk, and his mind was racked with potential username ideas. Maybe you liked flowers? He started to name every single flower he knows, and he typed that with your name. He frowned when the page ended up empty, zero profiles showing up.

He soon found out you had zero social media presence.

He shoves his way through, bumping into seemingly everyone’s shoulder, and after handing out half hearted apologies…he finally saw you enter a store.

He looked up at the sign: “Rated: Adventurous,” it said. There was apparently a huge sale going on… whips and leashes half off… wait what?

He didn’t peg you to be the kinky type, but to be fair he didn’t know much about you. You keep your cards close and have a small knit of friends. He walked into a different aisle from you, trying to look normal by grabbing a random adult toy as he glanced at you. His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as you held a ten inch dildo in your hands, jesus. He looked down at his own crotch, his cheeks burning red and he cleared his throat. He put away the leather mask in his hand, and he inched a bit closer to you when you walk to the cashier. He notes that you mostly pay in cash, rarely using your card, and he noticed how you barely look around your surroundings. You didn’t even look his way—even when he was standing right in front of you, you just brushed past him and walked out of the store.

Huh.

He stands a couple of feet behind you as you hailed a cab, he makes sure to take a good look at the driver, and he saw you get in and buckle up. It’s not safe in the city, and even cab drivers had partaken in dangerous and criminal activities. Just last week a driver kidnapped a couple and fled out of the state. If you were to disappear—he knows exactly who to blame.

He quickly ran to his car and he followed after you. Running a couple of red lights doesn’t hurt anybody— maybe his wallet— but it’s worth it if it means protecting you.

He felt like he could finally relax as you made it home safely. He is now sitting in his parked car, idly fiddling with his fingers as you walked up to your front door.

He hoped that when you were pleasuring yourself you were imagining a man like him. Because he thinks of you when his pants are down.

Night has fallen and he’s been parked outside of your house for hours. He liked that it was dark out, because when he stares into your lamp lit apartment- all he could see is you and everything else is blocked out. You’ve always been a little tease, and the outfits you wore were always a bit scantily clad. But even now… it was like you were purposefully trying to trigger a response from him. You were just standing there, your arms crossed, and dressed in just a robe.

Just a tiny peek of your ankles and calves sent chills down his body. His hands started to work to unbuckle his belt, his zipper becomes unzipped, and he pulled out his hardened cock.

He wished you would’ve flashed him right there and then. He wanted a glimpse of your tits, just to see if they sag or if they were perky, and to see if your nipples were pink or brown. He would want to hold them in his hands. He wonders if you are shaven down there, or perhaps you liked to grow a bush. He wonders if your blood continued to flow out of you, dripping down your leg for him to lick and lap up. Would you like that? For him to spread your legs and help soothe your cramps?

He wouldn’t mind to have his fingers turn red, to have his hands and mouth stained of your heavenly essence. He wouldn’t mind if you got frustrated that his fingers couldn’t reach the deepest part of you, and that you wanted him to use his dick to impale you. A little blood never hurt. His eyes rolled back, and the muscles in his arms tightening as they furiously worked hard to jerk him off.

“Shit baby, that feels so good…” He groaned, his back arching as he was teeming for his release. His imagination running wild with the thought of you coming to his car to pleasure him. “I’m close I’m close I’m close—“

He used his other hand to reach into his pocket and he fished out the used pad, his teeth ripping the plastic, and his nose digs into the cotton. He let out a loud moan, your scent bringing him comfort, and his cock twitched as he came all over. His cum dribbling down his shaft, and dripping onto his hand. He sighed, and he cleaned himself up. He kept a box of tissues in the glove box, he wiped himself down and he looked in the mirror. There was a bit of your blood on his nose and chin, his tongue swiping at the area and he savored the taste.

The orgasm was so good that it lulled him to sleep, his soft cock still in his palm, and he snored away.

Loved it!!

Yandere Husband x you.

Yandere Husband | Red string theory.✃𓍯𓂃

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

includes: stalking, possessive behavior, manipulation, slight degradation, and unprotected sex (p in v).

"Have you ever heard of the 'Red String Theory?'

The belief that we are connected and destined to be together-- to be lovers? That I need you, and you... need me. Doesn't that sound perfect? And I love you. I know that I do.

And you should love me too."

Those words haunted you. It followed you, just like how he did. It was forever seared into your brain, and it was hard to forget. How could you? You had a living, breathing, and a constant reminder, stuck by your side. It wasn't like you had a choice... he was never going to let you go.

Soon, you began to learn that he was a liar.

For two whole years, you were on edge. You started to feel like someone was watching you, touching you with their eyes-- just knowing that soon it would lead to their hands on your body.

Talking to other people did not make you feel any better.

You felt more paranoid seeing the pity on peoples faces, and always hearing 'did you sleep today?' Always irked you.

And the thing was...you slept too much, and too often. It was like you weren't living, and like your body wasn't your own. You had to go to work though, your feet shuffling out of your house, and your hoodie was thrown over your head to hide the bright light from the sun. You clocked in, put on your apron, and handed a black coffee to the regular sitting at the counter.

You had to go to the grocery store, especially since you knew that your fridge was empty. You passed a man wearing a white pressed shirt, and grabbed the can of energy drink at the top shelf. You continue to shop and wait for the bus, leaning on the advertisement for the cancellation of drugs, and you close your eyes.

When the bus comes, you let a man go in front of you.

And repeat.

Clock in.

Put on your apron.

Say "Hi" to the regular and hand them their black coffee.

Clock out.

Go to the grocery store, fifth aisle.

Pass the man wearing the white shirt and black slacks.

You grab your usual drink, but your hand grabs a coffee instead. The coffee didn't mean much to you at that time, and you sighed, irritably. You put it back on the shelf and took a step back, and your eyes skimmed through the wide variety. With an eye roll, you looked to the side. Your interest was piqued by the tall man that looked like he was proper and fresh. His hair was short and meticulously styled, it was dark, and a bit shiny from the gel that was in it. He had a calm and small smile, and in his hand was...

"Looking for this?" He tilts his head, offering the drink to you and he takes sight of you as well. You awkwardly shifted between your feet as you felt the heat of his gaze.

"Thanks." You cleared your throat as he slides the can into your hand. Your hot palm touching the cool surface.

"No problem, take care." He nodded and he walked past you, subconsciously you sniffed, and the smell of his cologne wafted into your nose.

Ever since that day, you saw him regularly.

It was sort of nice befriending someone new-- someone that you could vent too. It was nice to see him at your work too, for him to drop by and order a black coffee. Then after work you guys went to the grocery store, he would carry the basket, and he would pay for your stuff. Coincidentally, you guys took the same bus too.

It was only a short four months when he asked you out on a date, and it was cute how he would try hard to win your affection. The gifts would pile up in front of your door, cute letters stuffed into your mailbox (all scented with his cologne), and your student debt was wiped clean.

You two got even closer when he listened to your problems.

"Do you get the sense that you're in danger? I get that feeling wherever I go." You mumbled, your head digging into your pillow.

You don't exactly remember how he ended up in your bed, or just at your apartment, but here he was. He was sitting at the edge of the mattress, a bit hesitant to lay right next to you. "What do you mean?"

"I just don't feel safe. Being alone." You sighed.

He raised his brow, "Do you feel safer with me?"

"I do... like I can trust you." You looked at him, a soft smile gracing your lips.

"Have you ever heard of the 'Red String Theory?'"

The words rung in your ears as you snapped out of your stupor. You gasped as you felt him stick his dick deep inside you again, your eyes fluttering as you bit your lip.

He had you bend over the new dresser he built for you, the mirror that he installed on top was shaking, but capturing every movement he made. His grip on your hip was tight, and the other hand worked to pull on your hair, making you arch your back.

"So pretty... hmm?" He teased, and his mouth was near your ear as he taunted you. "Wouldn't you agree?"

You shook your head, but he minimized your movement by tightening his grip on your hair. You felt a burn at your scalp.

"No?" He smirked, "You don't think so?" He continued to ask you, and his hips repeatedly slammed into you, a grunt leaving his lips.

"Look at yourself." He pressed your face into the mirror when you didn't reply, "Look at how docile you are. How dumb you've become on my cock."

You couldn't listen to him.

Your nails dig into the wood, desperately clinging onto something to ground you as your feet lifted off the ground. Your stomach pressed right against the top of the dresser, and you groan as you try to breathe. He paused for a moment, using his knee to push your legs further apart, and he touched your sensitive parts. His fingers collected your essence, "Open." Your husband commanded you. You gag slightly as he stuck his digit into your mouth. "Suck."

He moaned as he felt your mouth and cunt tighten, "Where did my angry little wife go, huh? So fucking ungrateful for what I give you."

Your eyes roll back as he plays with your clit, his dick hits you deep, and he starts to slow down, being more deliberate with his thrusts. "I did what I had to do, I saved you from your boring life."

"Y-You lied to me...!" You managed to say and scratch at his arm. You see his eyes narrow at the red streaks you created on his skin. "And you stalked me."

"I would never-" Your husband scoffed, feigning annoyance. "I'm a busy man. I don't have the time to do that."

He huffed and he pulled out of you, his hands grabbing your arms as he pulled you away from the dresser and onto the bed. You tried to work your limbs, crawling away from him before he grabbed onto your ankle. He languidly rubbed his glistening length, and your husband got on top of you, realigning his tip to your entrance.

"I'm an honest man, dear." He said and he leaned down to kiss your cheek. "Us being together was because of fate, and you just happened to work at my favorite cafe.... grocery store or whatever." Your husband chuckled.

"We are together now." He wrapped his hand around your neck, his wedding band pressing into your throat. "permanently."

With a sharp thrust, he entered you again. "And I'll make sure of that."

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