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Bound by Jealousy Part 3

Hello everyone sorry for the delay, parts 1 & 2 are up already, having some issues with linking them in post!

Warnings and triggers: non-consensual touching, manipulation, yandere themes, delusional mindset, forced imprisonment, Somnophilia.

Sugawara had to be distraught. His childhood friend was missing, only hours after he had walked you home. It was terrible, you had left a note saying that you were running away from home, and not to look for you. Your phone had been left on the table, but clothing had been taken. It looked as if you had ran away out the window of your room. With your window having sadly opened up to the small concrete backyard of your house on a dry night, there were no footsteps or disturbances that could be seen. You had disappeared without a trace.

Sugawara had been given a few days off school after learning of your disappearance and had visited your tearful family to give them his condolences. A tear rolled down his face when your mother broke down and accepted a hug from him before he left. Truly, it was heartbreaking to see their tearful faces. They would not likely see you again, but perhaps someday, they would. If you came back into their lives, married and happy, perhaps. But, that was in the future.

Sugawara smiled as he entered his door and took off his shoes. His parents had apologized that they could not come home yet, busy as they were abroad. Their time had been extended too, what bad luck when this all happened when he was alone.

He hummed to himself as he went to the kitchen to arrange a plate, some water, rice and miso soup. 2 pills were placed in a small pink dish, your treat if you were good.It was a small meal, but rations were needed during this delicate time. When it was finished, he balanced it carefully on a tray, and went down to the locked basement. It was quiet. He unlocked the door, and peeked inside.

It was incredibly dark down here, with the only window cemented in. The light from the door behind him was near blinding. He was concentrating on you though. Your eyes were still bleary your throat scratchy as you asked “why are you doing this?”

He came into the room closer to you. He noticed the shackles have left marks but have not quite rubbed raw. You must have stopped pulling on them. What a great sign. “I love you.” Was all the answer he got as he placed the tray down. He wanted to feed you, so the chopsticks came to your lips only by his hand. This was to be your first meal since you had come to live with him, and he wanted it to go perfectly. Maybe he could be the one to feed you going forward, well forever.

You hesitated to open your mouth, but a swift slap of your thigh gave you the encouragement you needed. Sugawara was aware that deception could work on and off the court. He wasn’t really intent on using the tools he kept locked in the chest behind him, but he had shown them to you, in case you felt like not listening. If he needs to use them he would stick to the whip or paddle for now. Those were useful against bad little girls.

He had always liked to watch you eat, and now he could remind you to chew and take your time. When it was over he gave you a small kiss to the side of your mouth, and tsks when your turn your head so that it lands on your jaw. He grazes your skin with his teeth. Enough to hurt, not enough to scar. “Be nice.” He says. He presses forward, and this time kisses you on the lips, you don’t turn away. He wanted to wait for this, but you were so intent on him speeding things up, encouraging him to misbehave to get you in line. He wanted to go slowly at his own pace. But your refusals only made it harder not to take liberties. “Say sorry.”

“I’m sorry” was your doleful reply.

“Good” he says, the water and pills in his hands. You wanted so badly to turn away then. Already the sting on your jaw and your violated lips and thigh stopped you.

“Please...” you implore looking into his eyes. You had never seen the madness there before, had never noticed how intently he stares. “Why?” Was all you could ask.

“Because I love you.” He replies, although that isn’t all of it. He didn’t want to lose you, didn’t want you to disappear or get spoiled by the wandering hands of boy that... weren’t him. He wanted to bind you to him, so that he could have you forever. But, that was too long an answer for a simple mind like yours.

You do not struggle when the pills are pushed passed your lips, nor do you hesitate to drink the water that he shoves in your face. You try not to cry as your head is placed back on your pillow and he climbs onto the bed beside you. His legs tangle with yours as he moves his head onto you shoulder, and draws his fingers over your arms and stomach. When tears escape and a sob tends through the silence he shushes you.

“I’ve always loved you” he says, looking up at you in admiration. “You’ve always been there for me. I’ve loved watching you, loved how you leaned on me, and learned from me. You’ve always been pretty, but now you take my breath away. Your smile, your laugh... I even like when you cry,” he smiles at you, fragging his hand along the path of your tears. “Even if these tears are all I see for the rest of my life, I’ll still be happy... although I want you to smile fo me.” You give a wavy smile as his other hand pushes in on your stomach so hard it hurts. “Beautiful.” He sighs.

Your world is going dim, even as you can feel him beginning to touch lower, lingering beneath your shirt, caressing below the waistband of your panties. You start to feel yourself loosening against his administrations, and a moan seeps out from your drug-addled mouth. You try to wriggle out from under him, but you can’t move. As the pills kick in, you can feel yourself going under. You mumble something even you don’t know as your eyes close.

He takes a moment to breathe, allows his fingers to keep their meandering trajectory over your body, exploring the places he hasn’t felt before. Hands pry at loose fabric and he takes his time to reveal you to himself. He gasps at the pretty flesh under his fingers looking for scars he remembers you having gotten during childhood missteps. Reminders of how interwoven your lives are.

He wanted to wait for when you were ready, he think to himself. He tests his hands between your legs, surprised to see that you are slightly wet. He lifts his fingers inhales and kicks. It’s nectar, he could almost swear on it. He pulls down the underwear you are wearing, intent on buying better pieces for you soon, and places his face between your legs. He groans as his tongue laves against you, pleased at the little quivers you give as the drug leaves you his convicts enough for him.

He could stay there for hours, but he has needs too. He bring himself to rest above you, pulling your legs over his hips, and submerges himself inside, slowly. Your a bit too tight, so he takes his time. You face scrunches up for a minuet so he gives a few shallow thrusts before he starts to change his pace and depth, hitting deep and fast. He doesn’t last long, and before he cums, he takes himself out of you, allowing himself to paint your stomach white. He can wait to have children with you, and it looks so lovely to see you covered in him. He doesn’t want to wipe it off, and so he leaves you with it staining your stomach for now.

He moves to lay beside you again, roving his lips up your neck and over your mouth. Your lips part in sleep, and delves his tongue into you open mouth. He is left wanting for a responsive tongue, but is fine exploring your mouth in his own terms. He can feel himself growing hard again, getting all worked up for round two. “You ready for round two?” He asks.

He takes your silence as a “yes.”

[theduchessofdisaster]

Bound by Jealousy Part 2

Tags and warnings: drugging, forced imprisonment, violent thoughts, kidnapping, panty theft ... 1 more to go, hope everyone enjoys.

Sugawara had a smile on his face as he opened the door. It froze when he saw you standing there with Kageyama beside you. You had a blush on your face when the door opened, and he looked for any discernible dishevelment but found none. If Kageyama had touched you, he could see no evidence. He breathed through clench teeth. “Welcome!” And with a hand behind him he ushered you both in.

“I hope you don’t mind” you say a smile on your face, as you step in through the door. “I was talking with Kageyama and he said he needed help too!” If you thought he would hold your kindness against you, you were wrong. It was just another thing he loved about you. He just wished you focused that kindness on him alone.

This was fine.

Actually, this was not fine at all. His plans were all in disarray, and he had to rethink everything he had planned tonight now that he had an interloper tagging along. It was fine, he could make this work. It would have been a lot easier if he hadn’t been here, but Suga knew he could spin this somehow...

You all begin to study, Kageyama on one side of the table, and you on the other. Sugawara had his legs extended underneath the low table, ensuring any funny business was impossible. You had primly tucked your legs underneath you, and so the worry was a distant one. Still, it calmed him. He led you through your most troublesome subjects, taking his time to give thorough answers. You smile at him when you get it, clutching his hand with your own. He smiles with you, and tried to relish in the time you hold his hand. Still, he could not enjoy it nearly as much as he wanted.

His mind was elsewhere, on the boy sitting near him with a frown on his face. He was clearly here to learn, but that he was here at all was not only incredibly annoying but also severely challenging the plans he had put in place.

Sugawara had planned to simply keep you here. His parents had worked to move in Tokyo and he had the house to himself since their departure. He was so reliable after all. So he had planned to simply drug your food, have you fall asleep and wake to being his forever... well. That wasn’t possible now. Not when there was a witness. He briefly thought of stabbing him, but that wouldn’t work. It was bloody, it would be messy and worst there would be two missing people that would have to be accounted for that had come to his house to study... he was aware he had an analytical mind and a way with words, but even he was aware that the outcome wouldn’t be ... good.

So his mind ran through a few possibilities... and when the food he was cooking burnt, he laughed it off with a wave of his hand and small grimace. “Let me take you both out for dinner instead” he said. You tried to refuse him, but acquiesced when he told you “I have no food at the moment.... so I need to go out anyway.” The two of you follow him out to a restaurant around the corner, and he orders 3 ramens some gyoza and green tea.

The cups are stacked when they arrive and he separates them, adds the powder he had been holding in his hand surreptitiously in yours before pouring green tea in each cup. He hands them to everyone, and takes a sip of his own drink. With a heavy sigh, he lowers it down to the table.

“I really appreciate you helping me study today!” You say with a giggle. He watched you blow on your tea, before setting it down. You haven’t drank any yet, but he knew you wouldn’t yet. You always waited.

“Anytime, happy to help my Kouhai when I can!” He smiled as the food arrived. “Hope you like it!” He says, and everyone begins eating, volleyball tournaments that are upcoming discussed, and school life details shared. He would be happier hearing only your voice but Kageyama is strangely chatty, or at least Suga feels he is talking too much. The meal ends, and the dishes cleared. Finally, you down your cooled drink as you leave.

“I always forget until the end” you giggle, tipping the cup back to your lips, and emptying its contents.

“I know” Sugawara smirks, laughing with you. He did know, he knows you so well, after all. The three of you walk together, dropping you off at home first, since you seem to be getting tired and set off further down the street, rounding the corner back to Suga’s house which sits behind your back garden.

He and kageyama depart each other with a wave and a reminder of Monday’s training schedule. He walks to his house, getting rid of leftover food, and clearing up the leftovers. He hadn’t burned everything, just the main dish. He writes and prints a note out from his printer, carefully handling it with gloves hands.

Less than 10 minutes later, he puts on his shoes and goes for a walk to a convenience store to grab a pack of gum. He makes his way back towards your house, circling around the back in the cover of darkness. The window to your room is open, and he can see you laying over your desk, school books out. You are deeply asleep, your face towards the window for him to see.

The latch on your window had never been locked, and he is happy for once that you like fresh air. He rolls it back, and steps in to your room. He places the note beside you for later. He carefully goes into your drawers and closet to pull out a few items, and pack them into the duffle bag in the bottom of your closet. He tried not to be distracted by your underwear drawer, but he picks out your cutest pairs, and slips a lacy one in his pocket. He slings the bag our the window before turning to you.

Sugawara lifts you up over his shoulder. He picks up the diary you had been using as a pillow, and puts it in the waistband of his pants. Carefully, he pulls you through the window, rolling it closed again, before picking up the bag he had thrown out the window before. He carries you back to his house, keeping to the shadows, and happy that your house and his are only separated by an adjoining backyard.

He drops the bag, but ensures that you are securely placed in the basement, wrapping the ropes around your arms and legs separately. He wanted to buy chains, but it’s hard to find without going online. So, ropes would have to do for now.

He takes a moment to brush your hair from your face, and place a kiss on your cheek. Your so pretty. He wants to kiss you properly, but you should be awake for your first kiss. So, he can wait. He gently covers you with a blanket, kisses you again on the cheek, and makes his way back upstairs.

He can’t help breathing a sigh of relief, pulling the panties out from his pocket and bringing them to his lips. Just because he won’t kiss you till your awake, doesn’t mean he won’t kiss what has been closest to another set of your lips he is most eager to touch.

You’ll be asleep for hours yet. He had more than enough time. He goes to his room, laying with your panties on your face and your diary beside him. His hands go below his waistband, and he clutches your inner most thoughts to his chest. He will read it before he goes to bed. He wants to know what he doesn’t know about you yet.

Pt. 3 coming soon!

[theduchessofdisaster]

Bound by Jealousy Part 1

Hello everyone! Thanks for liking my stuff so far, I really appreciate it. I’ve been nervous to post too much, but really enjoy reading other writers works and have a few in my save folders that need somewhere to go! So thanks for reading.

Warnings: obsessive thoughts, yandere behaviour, unhealthy mindsets and overt jealousy. This one may get a bit dark in the next bit, so... hope you enjoy!

Sugawara had always liked you. The sweet next door neighbour only a few years younger than him. He had watched, with eyes always too keen as you stumbled through middle school, happy to lend a hand with your studies and watching over the friends that visited you afterwards when he wasn’t busy with his own club activities. The boys that came were looked over and words were exchanged if they weren’t fitting friends or longed for a different kind of companionship.

When you had joined the (girls-only) craft club he had sighed a breath of relief. Even if it had been something your mother had requested, it was safe. When you had joined the girls track and field team he was also relieved. You were keeping busy, you were active and above all you were sequestered from the boys of your schools wandering eyes.

He had hoped this trend would continue, as he tutored you and guided you towards the local girls school application. The only other option was karesuno, although he was much more reluctant to have you attend his own school. Still, it would be his final year, and it would be nice to attend school with you for one last year. So when you were accepted, he was happy for you. Happy for himself.

He had no doubt the short skirted uniform on you would be seen as an invitation. Still, he could sit with you at lunch and monitor your grades and teachers far more effectively than if you had gone elsewhere. So he wasn’t as opposed as he had thought he would be in the end.

What he did mind was that you had ended up in the same class as kageyama, and not only had he replaced him on the volleyball court, but he was slowly encroaching his way into your life that had sugawara on edge. A lunch date missed, a later arrival coming home and sugawara grew worried. He was anxious, even if he later found out that the lunch date was missed because a friend had a confession turned down and the late arrival was from your club duties.

Still, he saw the blush form on your face when his teammate looked your way. Could see that you were smiling more when you had a conversation with him than you had ever had with him. It made him feel itchy, the panic crawling under his skin and moving out of his mouth to scream “don’t look at him, look at me!” He couldn’t say it out loud though, so he looked away.

He was surprised when you called him out of his class one day, a blush on your face. His classmates had told him a girl was asking for him, and had made a kissing noise at you that made him want to rip off their faces with his finger nails when he saw you nervously waiting for him. He pushed them away, and focused on you. “Can you help me study this weekend?” You asked him, with a blush on your face. His downturned lips, had made his classmates retreat into the class, not out of fear but for not wanting to disappoint him, but some still gawked or were listening despite having receded back into the classroom.

His arm had come up to shelter you, closing you in. Not that you seemed to mind. Sugawara was safe after all. He was being kind, like an older brother. “Of course” he said, all smiles. “Why don’t you come over on Saturday night, I can make dinner?” He says, cocking his head with a smile .

“Don’t go to all that trouble! I appreciate you helping me study!” There is a blush on your face, and he tried not to grin. The smile he has on his face though is the face he wears around everyone, the happy mask of Suga, and it makes you smile too. “Only if you’re okay with it...” you mumble.

“Anything for you” he says, lowering his hand to let you escape, for now. “See you on Saturday?” He confirms and with a nod and a wave you walk away from him for the last time.

[theduchessofdisaster]

A bird in the Hand Part 2

Warnings: pet play, degradation, dubcon, yandere themes, forced touching, imprisonment.

You had expected a more horrifying outcome of being enslaved by Shigaraki, but found instead that your time with shigaraki was... strange. You had hoped to bide your time, find out what he wanted and find a way to get out of this situation, either by striking some sort of bargain or escaping. You had little hope of the later, and the former was quickly become untenable.

He didn’t seem to want much from you in regards to conversation. A groan or hmphing sound was all you typically got from him when you were alone together. When you were not together, you were in his room, either with an ankle shackled to the chain by the bed or nestled against him.

He hadn’t required much from you yet, simply to let him hold you with all four fingers and thumb working against your skin. He liked to imprint his fingers into you, over and over again. Up and down your legs and arms, across you stomach, across your face... you were always surprised when his fingers danced away from the spot he had been pressing on that your skin bounced back so quickly.

Your quirks effectiveness had not diminished against his, and he grew more greedy with you. Wanted you to be pulled against him while he played his games, nestled on his lap while he read, or on your knees when he came back from whatever terrible crime he had committed so he could pat your head and ruffle your hair. You were starting to feel like a prized pet dog rather than an object of interest.

Besides, he seems lonely. He treats you like a slightly neglected pet, happy to scratch your itches and hold you in his lap, but not interested enough to care about your food or wellbeing. You were lucky enough that you could take care of yourself, the bathroom in reach of your ankle strap, while his door handle that could allow you to escape remained a few feet too far away.

You had hoped you could talk your way out of this. Find somemutually beneficial arrangement that got you out of this hideout and back to normalcy. You had argued and debated numerous times at UA, had given treaties and contracts reports that had landed you on the top 10 student list more than once. But there was nothing that you could offer now that would be a good enough argument, a good enough prize to get you out of this. Not when he wouldn’t speak to you.

So, you decided to wait. Test the waters with words to see ho he would react. The first time you asked about his day he ignored you, placed your head on his lap, then moved his hand on to your rib cage, and clicked away with his free hand on his computer mouse.

The second time he shushed you, but held your face in his hands, and stared into you with red eyes. You met his gaze before lowering your own to the ground, a calculated submission to entreat him to not see you as a threat. After a few seconds you look back up at him. He is frowning, but says “fine.” Progress.

Sadly, the progress extends to other facets of your time with him that you did not appreciate. Before you had slept with his hands on your head on a futon pulled out beside his bed. Now he had taken to putting his arm around you from behind, snuggled up behind you on his too firm mattress. Sometimes his hand dips low, playing with the drawstring in your shorts, or cupping you between the legs. You try to pretend he is a asleep, especially as nothing more happens. It’s fine though, you tell yourself. You are working towards arguing for your release, and perhaps a few demonstrations of how agreeable you could be will allow you some extra bargaining chips.

It is only when he starts to rut against you at night, his moans in your ear and the slap of his hips against yours that you realize your miscalculation. You turn your head to see if he meant to do it, some part of you having hoped that after all this time of being treated like a lapdog that his more baser instincts would never rear their head. His eyes catch yours, going wide only for a moment, before he grins at you. “Caught me.” He said, Unable to look at all shy over what he had done. Instead he dips his head into the area of your neck and begins to kiss and suck on your skin, pulling the tender flesh between his teeth and clamping down, hard.

You scream, but he quickly covers your mouth. “Shh, pet. All these villains around us can smell fear...” he chuckles, and laps his tongue against your ear, his breath blowing in your ear. You try to calm yourself, ignore the feel of him against you, but you can feel a low throb beginning in your core. You can feel his hands reaching down to slip underneath your shorts, and you begin to struggle slightly.

The hand he has up by your head tugs sharply on your hair, and you stop the struggling. His hands find their way to your throbbing core, and he chuckles...”such a naughty little thing... wet for me already?” The hand in your hair gave a sharp tug, and you nodded, a whimper ripped from your throat. “Say it...” his tone was almost joking, a laugh rounding the corners of his words, but the malice was not hidden.

“You made me wet” you say, shivering when he leans his shoulder into your torso so you are painfully twisted. His lips move from your ears to you pert nipple, running tongue and teeth over the sensitive nipple. He takes his time lavishing one the the other with quick flicks, lavish licks and harsh nips.

His hand that had rested on you had begun to move too, pressing in to your clit, circling harsh patterns and making you buck against his gently moving hips still pressing against you. “Please don’t... stop” you said, the words escaping your lips before you had though them through. The hand in your hair gave another sharp tug, and the snarl that left his throat made you still.

“Not likely. You can’t tell me you aren’t enjoying this” he said, moving his slick covered hand up to your face.

“I’m not...” you whined. His fingers were pushed into your mouth, and you could taste yourself on him. “Please...” you plead. “Let me go.” You had wanted to plead a case with a clear head, but this wasn’t a situation you were prepared to bide your time through.

When he moves you again to adjust you, moving himself to lay between your legs, you know the last of your struggling will be in vain. Your hips are spread open for him and he is nestled between them, his pants having been moved to his ankles, your shorts being decayed by his fingers.

“Your my prize... you think I’m going to let you go? Besides, with hands like these, your about the only one I can ever touch like this without worrying you’ll turn to ash... you really think I’ll let you leave me?” He gives a dark chuckle, removing the hand from your mouth and placing it back on your heated core. “Besides... I like my little pet... you’re so good to me.... don’t you like me too?” He moves your head up and down deciding for you that you answer is yes. “I love you too...” he chuckles leaning in to kiss you. “And I know your going to love me too.”

With one thrust he enters inside you, and you know that you will never be able to leave now that he has you in his grasp. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush after all...

[theduchessofdisaster]

A Bird in the Hand

Warnings: kidnapping, dubious consent, mind control, imprisonment.

Most people dreamed about being heroes who went to UA, but not you. Your quirk was not the kind that was usable in battle, unless you had wanted to be used as a shield... and as much as you valued heroisism... there was a limit to your ability to be a team player.

You had set yourself a much less lofty, but perhaps more profitable (and realistic goal, let’s be honest) of going into the business stream. You had an appreciation for heroes and Their aim to be on the front lines. You would be happy to be a support of their dreams and ambitions. But, your aim was an internship at one of the hero agencies, wherein you could help the heroes of today and tomorrow carve out a space in the sun. You had a knack for building relationships, and striking a bargain, and hoped that would help you in your quest to assist the heroes of tomorrow.

Besides, with a quirk like yours, it was better to be as far removed from the hero radar as possible. What you had was rarely useful to anyone but yourself. Immediate and permanent healing. That didn’t mean that you didn’t experience the pain of an injury, sadly that was not the case. What happened for you was that your body rejected the physical manifestations of an injury. The moment a knife scraped your hand, your body rejected the cut. You might bleed, depending on depth, but no actual injury would occur. And you would never scar either, which was a nice bonus to have.

The medical professionals that you had met throughout your life had wanted to study you, and use whatever part of your quirk they could replicate. You had spent time giving samples and demonstrations of your unique abilities for quite a large part of your youth, and so had a bit of an aversion to hospitals even now.

You were close to a few of the heroes in both class 1 and 2, and the support students were on your radar as well. You weren’t necessarily popular, but you were known. As a student focused on your studies, you were open to socialising whenever exams were not pressing in.

It hadn’t taken long after the first sports day for you to be impressed by several of your year 1 classmates. Shinso was a standout for you despite his ranking and not being in the hero stream just yet. Still, you could see him going far, and it wouldn’t take long for someone to see that he was an exceptional candidate for it. You approached warily, happy to see that he was interested in you as well, and while not outwardly apparent, touched that anyone had such a good impression of his abilities.

You didn’t work too hard at maintaining the relationship, but frequently said hi, or caught up with him in the moments he was available. Your no-nonsense attitude meant you rarely cared about what his ability could do to you, only what it could mean as a future hero. He also was friendly and driven enough that he made a good aquiantence and friend.

You had no idea that your attentions had Shinzo feeling any certain way. That his eyes lingered on you long after your brief exchange. He was thankful for the attention, and your interest in his abilities made him feel appreciated and liked. That you were also beautiful was not something he took for granted. He enjoyed watching the way you walked to class, how your eyes were viligantly watching your classmates. It was all very intriguing. Besides, Shinzo liked when your eyes found his, and he enjoyed the nod or smile he received whenever your eyes met. You didn’t seem to notice that his eyes had already been trained on you.

But Shinso had also been contacted by the league of villains, and his constant failure to get into the hero stream at school had left him aching for something more. When shigaraki had mentioned he would need some sort of Guarantee of his loyalty, something only shinso could provide, well his thoughts went dark. He knew someone he had said. Someone who had the ability to heal rapidly. Someone who no hero. He didn’t realize just how intrigued Shigaraki would be at a talent like yours.

So when he spoke to you one day with his eyes in yours you didn’t feel any different than usual. You were talking to him as you normally would, only to feel your mind go blank and your conscious no longer... there. You had taken a back seat to his will, a passenger in your own mind. He led you down alleys and streets far from school, and his voice was all you could hear in your head. You stared out the windows of your own eyes, but found no way of speaking your panic, no attempt to regain control was working.

You wanted to trust the boy who had smiled at you, wanted to know that he had your best interests in heart no matter how unsettling or wrong this felt. Still as your mind stayed securely locked on the back of your mind, and your senses dimmed you realized until he let you go, you could do nothing.

You paid little notice to where you were until you were switched back to being in control of your own body, and at that point you were only aware that you were in a smoky dimly lit bar. The eyes of shinsou and someone else you had seen before were on you as they discussed you.

“This is your exchange? Really? She’s a pretty little thing” The man covered in hands said, a red eye Largely obscured from view peering out you. “What did you say she has, a regenerative quirk?” He smirked at you, and his hands inches closer to your arm. You tried not to flinch as he laid restless fingers on you, laying them down one at a time, then drumming them on your skin, never allowing all of them to rest on you at once. You could feel a thrum of energy from him, but simply watched him with trepidation.

Yours eyes met Shinsou’s who for the first time since you knew him showed obvious displeasure, his jaw working to grind his teeth, his eyes focused on the fingers thrumming against your skin. Why did he bring you here to let someone touch you? “Why are you..” you start to ask, only for him to shake his head. Your eyes focus back on the man with the hands on you, and he gives a perverse chuckle as he hears your voice.

“Isn’t she sweet, and obedient too. Not going to ask your questions?” He cocks his head to the side, and you frown. Your logical mind knows you should be screaming, but you lack the information you need to know what is going on. Perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst to ask something? Your comb through your memory, aware of seeing this man somewhere, hearing that voice.... your blood stills in your veins when the recognition hits. You know who this is.

“Why am I here?” You ask him, looking at him rather than his dancing fingers. Your voice shakes slightly, but you try your best to sound calm. You know what he could do now, and you are not looking forward to finding out how your quirk holds up against his. And with a eye to shinsou you ask him “you know this is not how you get into the hero stream right? Were we not working on that together?” Your disappointment is almost worse than your fear. If you had your notebook you would scratch him off of the top of your list of heroes you would manage someday.

He has the gall to look unashamed. “Sadly, there is little chance of that, and I got a better offer.” He said. There was a moment where his breath hitched before he resumed his unapologetic air. The other man gave a mildly manic cackle and your eyes returned to his.

“My turn! I can tell you why your here... your little friend mentioned what you can do... and my little NPC I wanted to see if you can carry my burdens...” he smirked at his little joke, and his restless fingers clamped down on your arm. There was a tingle and your arm felt his attempt to disintegrate you, your skin knit itself back together over and over, as his quirk tried to battle against your quirk. You could feel it trying to work on you, the pain of falling apart ever present as his hands touched you, but you refused to break under him, regenerating over and over as he stayed pressed against you. When he pulled away, your skin was perfect. No mark or scar. “How perfect!” He said with glee.

He brought both hands down to your face, and the pain was immense, yet no longer how long he held down, your body refused to show any damage. You cried out, you could feel what he was doing but, no matter the pain your body refused to let you feel it. It hurt, it burned. And tears streamed down your face as he laughed at you.

“Perfect! Perfect!” He said, backing away. You cried out as he let you go, and lent your head back against the chair headrest. “She was made for me...” he said, his voice hushed as he looked you over once again. Your body slumped in horror at the look on his face. He turned to Shinsou, and gave a broad grin. “Your pledge is accepted! You passed level 1! Welcome to the league. Now, do you mind getting out of here?” He said turning back to you. “I got a companion quest to start.”

[theduchessofdisaster]

This is fun, thanks Kaz!

I largely write for fun, but largely in the yandere x reader, or yandere canon character. I tend to write whatever my little heart desires, but have largely written 18+ stuff so far... my main fandoms are:

Toilet bound Hanako

Obey me!

Amnesia

MYSME

Twisted wonderland

Mythology (Japanese and Greco-Roman)

BNHA

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[theduchessofdisaster]

Whip Me Daddy!

I’ve always been intrigued by the whip option for lucifer. He never really seems to enjoy receiving it, but I can only imagine that if you were handing it over to him for him to use on you... well. That’s a different story. So, inspiration aside...

Tags and Triggers: whips, daddy kink, sex with a demon/devil, smutty things, Dom/Sub dynamic, BDSM, orgasm denial, tie as restraint, yandere if you squint...

There was always a tension between you and Lucifer. He was so very strict with everyone in the dorm. Not just his brothers, but you as well. He wasn’t quite as angry in his dealings with you, but he was more than happy to resort to punishment with you whenever you stepped too far out of his rules.

Punishments were rarely physical, although the threat was there. Rather, the focus of your punishments seem to be to stay under his watchful eye and talk to him while he dealt with the paperwork and other tasks he never felt able to give to anyone else. He always looked so stressed, so tired... you wanted to help him in some way and if the sound of your voice or your quiet presence was enough to get him through, well. It was the least you could do...

Still. There were other things you could do for him. After a good hour of sitting quietly doing your own work, you got up and silently crossed behind him, lowering your hands to gently rub at his broad but bent, shoulders. He sighed at your touch, revelling in it for only a moment before leaning his head against one of your arms. His creased brow, made you feel for him, and you wanted to get him something to make him release his tension and for you to... well... get some release too.

“I have a present for you” you said, whispering in his ear. His tired red eyes were curious as you moved away to your bag. Akuzon was full of some pretty interesting stuff, and one thing that had caught your eye was a short whip. It had come in a few varieties, but the short crop-like whip had made its way into your bag before a second thought had passed your mind. Hiding it behind your back you crossed back over to Lucifer, his legs askew as he held his chin in his hand.

“This is for you” you said, handing it over to him. His eyebrows raised as you handed it over, and he took it within his grasp. He gave it a quick check against his palm, and a resounding whap! Rang through the air.

“...what did you hope I would do with this?” He asked, eyebrow raised. For the first time that night, there was a renewed vigour in his face.

You moved your face to his, and looked him in the eye. “Whip me, Daddy.” You had almost no time to respond as his hands went around your waist and you were pulled into his lap. Your skirt had already hiked up with the rough treatment, but Lucifer tugged up what little remained to cover your bottom half. You had been prepare for this and had worn your tiniest, laciest set of panties. The bow on the back made your waiting cheeks look like a present.

“Mmm. I have been wanting to do this for a long time, baby girl. Have you been a good girl for Daddy?” His deep voice washed over you as his hand moved in circular patterns over you backside, grabbing and pinching on occasion.

“I’ve tried to be Daddy, but I can’t help being bad sometimes...” you say, playing along with him. His hand on your backside gave a tight squeeze, and his other hand reached down to grip you hair. With a tug, he pulled your face up to look at him.

“I’ve noticed. And it’s usually my brothers that get you into trouble... but that just means you should listen to daddy more than you do... isn’t that right, princess?” Even though he was playing, you knew he was serious. If Lucifer could have his way, you would be tied to his bed for the rest of the time you were in the devildom. Or for the rest of your life. To be honest, that wasn’t a terrible thought....

“I’m sorry Daddy. I should listen to you more” your rubbed your thighs together, feeling him rising up beneath you and your own slick starting to form between your legs. The hand in your hair had moved down the front of you blouse, deftly opening the buttons there to get access to your chest, his fingers started to tweak your nipples, swirling a long finger around them and tweaking the tips on occasion. A moan came unbidden from your throat and you blushed at the mewling sounds you had made.

“Well, sorry doesn’t quite make up for bad behaviour. I’m glad you are willing to take you punishment... are you ready, princess?” Your voice couldn’t quite get out, so you nodded. “Mmm... I’m going to need to hear it.”

“Yes, Daddy... please!” You said. He pulled your head up once more, placing a heavy kiss on your lips, pulling away with your bottom lip encased in between his teeth. With a gentle release of your lower lip he moved down your jaw kissing and biting his way to your neck. He took a moment adjust you back on his lap, leaving you squirming once more in his lap.

“What’s our safe word going to be, princess?” He whispers in your ear, as he licks the outer rim.

“Angel?” You say, breathlessly. He chuckles, and you can feel the whip resting against your behind. There was something obscene in referencing the holy guardians, and you doubted you would be saying their names tonight. Your panties are slowly pulled down your legs so that they rest at mid-thigh. Making it difficult to move your legs above the knee and acting like a restraint in their own way.

“Are you ready?” You nod, and a quick smack hits your right buttock. You squirm and cry out at the sharp pain that you feel. This particular whip seems to sting more in his hand then when you had tested it lightly against your thigh in the shop. He rubs the spot he has hit it in circular motions after, soothing the burn that has arose. “That feel good, princess?” He asks and you nod. It hurt so good.

“Please punish me more, Daddy” you plead. The whip comes down again, on the left side, and then again on the right. Each strike hits elsewhere, the whip creating a burning sting as each stroke hits. You gasp and moan as the onslaught continues and you wriggle against him with each hit.

“Can you take 5 more lashings baby?” He asks. You look up at him, tears in your eyes, and face flushed. It hurts so good and you nod up at him. He has his horns out, and his eyes faintly glow down at you. He was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“1” he said as another strike came down. The sting was more pronounced now as the moments relief had increased the sense of pain upon his return of the whip against your tender flesh. You squealed at the hit, and felt him becoming harder against your stomach.

“2, 3” the strikes were faster this time, and you Cried out. It was starting to burn, but it felt so good. 2 more to go...

“4...5” he said, the last two strikes finished and his hand replacing the whip, circling and running at the stinging welts that he had raised on your backside. “Did you like that, princess?”

“Yes, thank you daddy...” his free hand reached under you, pulling you up to straddle him. You closed your eyes and leaned into his kiss, your tongues meeting and dancing against each other. His hand were loosely resting on your waist, and continued his aftercare of your tender backside. “But your not done, are you Daddy? Don’t we need to take care of you a bit more?” Your hands reached down to the seam of his crotch, feeling his rather large member straining against his already tight pants.

“Did you think Daddy would let you off that easy?” He asked. You shook your head, and he slowly pushed you to your feet getting behind you, and moving your legs apart gently. His tie was quickly wrapped around your hands and tied to one of the drawer pulls of his desk. You were shifted up so that you were laid out on his desk, knees to your chest.

He came up behind you, one hand trailing down your stomach to reach your clit, the other hands fingers slowly thrust inside of you, hitting your most sensitive internal spot over and over again. You cried out, the pleasure outweighing the pain you were feeling on your backside, you could feel an increasing pressure starting to build and started to cry out only for him to stop moving his fingers and to withdraw them from your core. The one on your clit stayed still, pressing only lightly down, keeping you in the edge. “Daddy, please!” You cried, you were so close.

“Not without me, princess. Wait for daddy.” He said. He readied himself behind you, slowly thrusting inside of you. The finger on your clit remaining frustratingly still... his slow thrust reached deep, his long thick member filling you up completely.

“Daddy please... Please!” You whined at him, knowing it wouldn’t get you far, but wanting the relief to the build up that was starting to feel almost uncomfortable. You felt so full, so ready. You didn’t think you could hold it any longer...

“If you cum now... your going to be punished again...” he whispered. You couldn’t help rocking yourself against him, thrusting your clit down on his finger, needing some stimulation. Punishment or no, you needed to get off. He wasn’t going to let you, riding you hard and fast, each stroke reaching farther and farther inside. You almost could feel it in your stomach, as it hit each spot of pleasure inside of you. If you waited anymore...you think you wouldn’t make it.

“Daddy, please...!” You crowd, tears streaming down.

“Yes, princess?” He laughed. Even he was starting to sound on edge, and with a flick of his fingers against you, you got your release. “Are you Cumming for Daddy?”

“Yes Daddy! Yes... Thank you Daddy!” You cried out in pleasure, the hot release blinding you for a second as you felt it surge through your core. You weren’t in control anymore, and the hand that was in your hip went into your hand, pulling you against him as he released himself inside of you.

His mouth found you neck as he came. Little nips and nibbles dotted along your throat, before he caught your flesh in his teeth, and sucked hard. A purple welt appeared, claiming you so that his brothers were aware just who your Daddy was. Now, to make sure you knew too...

“Who is you daddy?” He whispers in your ear as you both come down off your high.

“You are...” you say, breathless.

“That’s right, princess. I am. Now.... let’s move you over to my room. How would you feel about being tied to my bed for a few days? I want to make sure your punishment stays fresh in your mind...”.

[theduchessofdisaster]

Tags: yandere, obsessive thoughts, smutty things, 18+, hickeys as marking, cage, handcuffs, implied forced imprisonment

He feels his hands move sometimes when he talks to her, making the motions for locking a padlock shut that is no longer inbetween them. That padlock that once stopped him from hurting her is no longer there. That padlock that stopped the rest of the world from hurting her was no longer in his possession. She was no longer in his possession either. No matter how many times he asked with a smile if she was his. No matter how many times she gave a smile back and stated it. She wasn’t his alone. He had to share her. Watch as she frowned due to difficult customers, or sad things. His fingers itch for a key.

He doesn’t need it though, at least that is what he told himself. The fan girls had gone away, the stalker had vanished, and he got the girl in the end anyway. She loved him, and only him. Ikkyu was an accomplace, not a thief. Shin had left them well enough alone, and the police had never gotten involved. She even had her job back. She was fine. They were fine. He was not okay.

Sometimes, when he held her, he liked to encircle his hands around her middle and squeeze her a little too close. She giggles and squeals and he smiles. She’s safe in these moments, although not necessarily from him. Her outline presses against his and he wished that there were steel bars in the way to stop him from wanting her so badly.

He let’s go eventually. Sometimes she forgets to breathe for a bit if he holds her too long, her body moving against his, not quite struggling, but not quite as content as he wishes her to be. He wonders if she has forgiven him yet. Wonders if she will forget the cage ever, or if it plays havoc on her mind too. He wonders if she ever misses it as much as he does. He wonders if she will let him put her back inside for a day, or two.... or longer.

He hasn’t gotten ride of it. It’s still at his house, stored away under the bed, laying flat. Ready to be used again, if he was so inclined. He is always so inclined. But, he stops himself, because he is not so foolish to think that she would let him put her back in there. He also still has the sleeping pills though, so he wouldn’t necessarily need to ask her..... the thoughts linger. She is more than happy to have him kiss her now, there is no hesitancy there. He could slip one to her anytime. The thought calms him, as he knows he will always be able to take care of her if the need arises.

They don’t often come to his house, they usually go to hers. He thinks there are better memories for her there, but he also thinks she might disagree with that. He can’t bear to ask her. His memories are much better when they feature the cage. When he was able to take care of her like he always wanted to. So when they do go to his, and if they end up on his bed, he thinks of that object below them and thinks the parimeters of it bar her to him. If he watched her from his computer, and thinks that she will stay there, it makes him smile.

He still has the handcuffs too. He would like to see her in those, and when she agrees, eventually (though the pause makes him feel out of control of the situation ... and he doesn’t like that) he feels better. They have that kind of relationship now, an open caring one. His need for control can be managed by her warm smiles and frequent kisses. Sometimes, he wants more. He thinks she could be willing to give him more, if only given the time. He would wait for the opportunity. After all, they would be together forever. She promised. She loved him. She said so.

They head to his, and he notices her hesitation, her steps getting less sure, her fingers clasped in his slightly limp as they get closer (he wants to think he is imagining it) He smiles at her, and she gives a slightly wary one in return. His grip tightens briefly, just for a moment. It doesn’t matter. They’ve arrived. She is back in his domain again, and if she decided to stay, he wouldn’t stop her. If she wanted to leave... he doesn’t like to think about that.

Her kisses are a balm to his soul, reducing the heat of his feelings, cools the fire he would unleash if someone decided to hurt her. He moves his arms to wrap around her, not quite crushing her to him. Not quite making it easy to breathe. She doesn’t still against him, allows herself to be held and happy against him.

The smile she has on her face allows him to give her one in return. He would be happy if all she did forever was to smile up at him from the relative safety of his arms. He wonders sometimes if he could lock them both away forever. In a world all their own with no one else to bother them. The handcuffs get placed on one delicate wrist, which he manoeuvres between the metal rod of the headboard and then the other wrist is secured on. He tests them briefly, clicking them one further notch down, so that there is no escape, and so that they are flush to the skin. The restraints are padded slightly so as not to hurt. He kisses the hands that allow him to keep you still.

Still, he can’t help move against her, and she doesn’t stop him. He can feel her move against him too, pushing in to all the places that are currently screaming out for her. They fit together like they were made for each other, and though the thought fills the holes in his mind, he is more excited at seeing how well they will fit together in other ways. He moves his thighs to rest on either side of her, so that there is no longer anything getting in the way of the friction between them. He can feel her move against him, until they both feel his arousal between them. She stills. They have not gotten to this point yet.

He rests his weight on his forearms so that he doesn’t crush her, but so that he is still in easy distance from her mouth. He lowers himself to her lips, and they kiss again. Their mouths part and he claims her mouth over and over with his tongue and lips, sucking stroking and teasing her. She doesn’t resist, and opens herself to him fully. He groans into her, and her moans and gasps encourage him to move from her mouth to her neck, suckling and nibbling at her most sensitive areas. He wants to leave marks all over her, like short term brands that allow her and everyone else know that she is his. He smiles at the marks as they form into slight raised red marks on her neck and chest. He sucks particularly hard on her left breast, and she squirms and keens against his lips and teeth. That one will be purple. He likes that one best. He moves his way down, alternately sucking and licking, a salve to the small pains he causes. He feels her straining against her bonds, and he smiles up at her. He can’t imagine that it’s all that reassuring, but she smiles back. He continued the work on her body, going lower...

When he dips his face into her, she moans, moving her legs together to stop him. He parts her knees with his hands, rending her open before him. She begins to speak, but he shakes his head and with a finger to his lips, and she closes her mouth. There is no protest she can say that will stop him. He returns to the task at hand. As she is deliciously open to him, he dips his tongue in, running his tongue up the length of her, circling her clit with his tongue, and applying a small amount of pressure to it at the end of each stroke. He can taste her and she is sweet. He laps his tongue at her opening, wanting to taste more of her. He swirls around her opening, and she thrusts into him. With a smile he plunges his tongue into her opening, and feels her clench around him.

He wants to hear more of that keening noise that she is making, and so moves his tongue back up, again, circling and sucking. She starts to move her hips against him, asking for more, more...

He does as he is told, as enthralled by her as she is by him. He moves a finger inside her, knuckle by knuckle. She is tight, but he can add another one in, and thrusts slowly in and out. She is writhing so hard against him thAt for a moment he gets lost in her. He can tell she is close. He is so tempted to let her have a release that he keeps up his ministrations. Yet... he doesn’t want her first time to be to his fingers... he stops abruptly, and she pushes against him, moaning. He wants to give her what she wants, seeing her face like that, eyes all glossy and cheeks flushed. Yet, it wouldn’t be enough for him. So he gives her a smile and presses firmly on her knees to stop her from moving against herself. She looks distracted to to the point of frustration, and he almost feels bad for her.

He positions himself against her, holding her legs open and begins to slowly submerge himself into her. The whimpers and moans that accompany his movements goad him on, but slowly. She is tight, and he doesn’t want to hurt her. He feels enveloped in her, finally becoming one. He stills, allows himself to feel her around him. He likes her like this and wants to just stay still inside of her. He does for a few minutes, but then begins to rock into her, going slow. She moans, gasps and asks him to go faster. He doesn’t listen, enjoying his slow shallow strokes, enjoying the way she clenches around him. He wants to delay both their releases, wants to prolong the moment for as long as he can.

She starts to shudder underneath him, and he presses a hand on her stomach, feeling himself inside of her. He moves his hand to her heat, finding and circling her clit. She starts to move against him, moving and writhing below him. He keeps up his tortuously slow pace inside but increases the friction of his fingers, bringing her to shuddering ecstasy below him.

He starts to feel his own release coming, and so continues his ministrations, but speeds up slightly. He wants so badly to cum inside her, and the thought of her taking his seed inside her nearly sends him over the edge. He wants to come with her, and sees that she’s close. His pace begins to go faster, working up into her, hitting a spot inside her that leaves her a shivering mess below him. When she clenches around him again, he loses it, and reaches his peak with her. He continues his thrusts and ministrations as they go over the edge together.

He feels himself inside her, and leaves himself there, enjoying the feeling of her around him. He leans down to kiss her, she is a mess beneath him, and is struggling slightly under his weight. If he were anyone else, he may have shifted off her, letting her breathe easy. However, he can’t bare to be out of her yet, off of her yet. So he kisses her and holds her, even as her breath gets shallow. He presses her into the bed, knowing that he may well be too heavy, but not enough to really hurt her. His mouth finds her neck and he flicks tongue and teeth on the sensitive juncture. He can’t stop himself, feeling the area become hot under his tongue. He doesn’t break skin, but the area is slowly becoming larger and purple. With a few licks he salves over the mark, licking her neck just a little more.

She is still below him, but has begun to tug at the handcuff, asking that they be taken off. He frowns down at her. He doesn’t want to. He wants her to stay right there, beneath him. When he doesn’t answer a note of panic enters her voice. He leans down to kiss her forehead. She’s back where he wants her to be.

He doesn’t necessarily need the cage again yet, but chaining her to his bed would be a good compromise for now. Later, they can revisit the cage, and whether she agrees to go back In or not, he knows that she will be chained to him forever.

[theduchessofdisaster]

I wish Netflix wouldn’t call me out like this...