Yandere Mr Compress (Part 1?)

My first ever fanfiction, enjoy and please let me know if you want more! I may be continuing this.

TW Kidnapping

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It starts off very innocent. You’re walking back to your apartment after a long day at work and you find a bouquet of flowers sitting at your doorstep. Puzzled, but somewhat excited, you pick them up and take them inside, setting them on your kitchen counter. You check the card “Your beauty is like the waves of the ocean, relentless, wondrous, and potentially disastrous to a poor, lost soul like mine.” It isn’t signed. You could, of course, take this note the wrong way, how could beauty be disastrous? But you figure it just came from an especially stricken admirer. You haven’t had an admirer since high school, how could you not find it sweet? Smiling, you set the card to the side and arrange the flowers on your dinner table. It’s a nice gesture, you assure yourself.

A few days pass and you’re unconcerned about this “admirer”. In fact, it puts a little pep in your step, so to speak. So far, you’ve received the flowers, a teddy bear, a box of chocolates, and of course the usual unsigned notes. Nothing too strange or alarming. But today was a little different. You come home to find a small red box waiting for you. You take it inside, eagerly rip it open, and find a gold necklace with a heart pendant. Your stomach drops a little. This is expensive. Not only that, but you were just eyeing it the other day, thinking about buying it for yourself for your birthday next week. But it’s not like anyone would have noticed that, right? Whoever the admirer is, he must have just seen it and figured it would be nice, right? You set it aside, pour yourself a glass of wine, and put it out of your mind.

The week passes without any more gifts. You’re a little disappointed, but also somewhat relieved. Maybe the admirer just lost interest. Anyway, it’s your birthday and you’re going out tonight, so you’re excited. You go on your usual lunch break to your usual coffee shop, order your usual cappuccino extra foam, and walk outside. You always take an alley back to work, it’s quick and it’s not even a dangerous area, there are heroes everywhere. You’re so absorbed in thinking about your work, the proposal is due today, you don’t even notice the man standing in the shadows with a Rorschach mask and yellow trench coat. But his voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“You’re not wearing it.”

You stop in your tracks. “E-excuse me?” you ask, without turning around.

“The necklace.”

Your heart stops.

“You haven’t worn it at all. I thought you’d like it. I saw you looking at it and smiling.”

Run. You have to run. Or call for a hero, just DO something. You open your mouth, but by the time you even think to scream for help, you’re breathing in a chemical-soaked rag. And you’re out.

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When you wake up, you have a headache. You don’t really remember what happened, did you have a bad dream? Did you end up going out with your friends? You look around for some water, aspirin… your phone? Anything? Your mind finally clears and you realize, this is not your room. The bed is huge, probably a king. The sheets are regal, red satin with a maroon fleur de lis pattern. Where the fuck are you? You begin to panic and try to get up, before realizing you’ve been tied to the dark, oak bed frame. Shit.

The events of earlier today begin to return to you. The coffee, the alleyway, the man. He was the one. The admirer. He WAS watching you. You look around frantically, looking for anything to cut the restraints. The room offers no solution. No way out. You can feel the tears starting to prick at the corners of your eyes as the bedroom door opens.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

You turn your head to meet the voice, a tall man wearing an orange button up shirt with a bolo tie, black vest, and black dress pants. Even after having the audacity to kidnap you, he still hides his face underneath a black balaclava mask.

“I do apologize for the restraints, but I’m afraid I just can not let you run off. Not when I’ve gone to all this trouble to acquire you.”

“Acquire me?” you spit. “What am I, a Picasso?”

He laughs, a real, genuine laugh, like you’re on stage at open mic night. “A Picasso? Oh dear, no, you are so much more beautiful than that.”

You blush, despite yourself, but continue to glare at the man. Who does he think he is? You don’t expect a real answer, but you do ask him, “Who are you?”

“Forgive me, where are my manners?” He says with a smile. He flourishes his hand down into a deep bow, “Some call me Mr. Compress, but you, my dear, may call me Atsuhiro.”

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ooo I really like this compress doesn't get enough love

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Warnings: s m u t, swearing, Hizashi gets a little rough, and uhhh… a bit of yandere at the end…

A/N: I hadn’t ever written Present Mic sm*t before, so i decided to give it a go. I couldn’t help but make him a little crazy at the end there. I am who I am.

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yamada hizashi oh yes my dearest boy

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Indulgence (Sir Nighteye X Reader)

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fuuuuck my mouth feels dry after reading that in the best way possible of course

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black-noir-ink

1 year ago

the older woman im dating takes me to the park and lets me run around for my daily enrichment

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black-noir-ink

1 year ago

under discussed astarion fact is that he's sooooo obnoxious about publicly showing affection for his partner. like when durge refers to themself as a leaking blood bag he goes "aww, but you're *my* leaking blood bag". if you hiss at that cat he says "well, at least you purr for me ;)". the full on two handed ass grab during his kiss animation. the man cannot keep his hands to himself or his mouth shut

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And I adore the attention every last second of it

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3 years ago

vilf (villain I’d like to fuck)

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black-noir-ink

4 years ago

ok but can we talk about possession, praise and degradation all together? because being called his pretty little slut makes me melt every time <3

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black-noir-ink

5 years ago

Aizawa can top me.

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black-noir-ink

3 years ago

i dont want the mean guy who’s soft only for me i want the psychopath with no moral compass who’s moral compass becomes even more skewed for my sake bc i’m just the shit like that

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black-noir-ink

4 years ago

Hello! I recently came across your blog and boy am I glad I did. I really love your writing style I think it's very unique! Also I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a cockwarming hc (or whatever you're comfortable with) on Dazai. Thank you!

Warnings: public cockwarming, dirty talk, dazai being a lil shit

Word count: 757

I've never heard that my writing style was unique, tysm nonnie. let me know what you think, guys u.u

It was nothing new for the members of the Armed Detective Agency to see you sit on Dazai's lap while the brunette typed away on his computer, went through several files of cases or simply lazed around like the sloth he was.

Bandaged arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and pulled your back flush to Dazai's chest whose chin rested on your shoulder. "Belladonna, how are you still so tight?" Dazai whispered, his lips brushed the shell of your ear and sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. A blush bloomed on the apples of your cheeks as you tried so hard to keep your composure, to keep up the facade of being okay when in reality nothing was okay. "For how long you've been keeping my cock warm, one might think you'd finally loosen up, love."

The suicidal brunette thought it was a fun idea for you sit on his cock while he was busy with work after Kunikida had ruined some sleepy morning sex with you by yelling at Dazai through the phone. With a plan in mind, Dazai asked you to wear the dress he got you; an innocent request had it not been for his hidden intentions.

That was how you found yourself innocently sitting on Dazai's lap with his hardened length deeply nestled within your dripping walls and the tip pressed up against a spot so sweet that it could make you see stars. The skirt of your dress skillfully hid the way you were soaking Dazai's lap, but there was nothing to conceal the tears of frustration which threatened to roll down your cheeks.

Your hands gripped the edge of Dazai's desk, knuckles turning white and your breathing heavier than usual. All you wanted was to wipe that smirk off Dazai's stupid, handsome face. "Please, move, Osamu. Just a little bit." You whimpered loud enough only for Dazai to hear. How embarrassing would it be if Atsushi and Kunikida were to find out what was happening right across the room? Never in your life would you be able to live that down.

"Patience, angel face." Dazai pressed a pure kiss to your cheek, one hand gripping your hip tightly enough to leave bruises while his other hand snuck its way underneath the desk and beneath your dress. The tips of his fingers danced along your inner thigh, three taps silently telling you to spread your legs further apart which you happily did after taking a cautious look around.

Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you nearly bit the sensitive flesh bloody as Dazai rubbed tight circles into your clit and gently rubbed the bundle of nerves, causing your cunt to flutter and clench around him. Dazai hissed sharply through his teeth and bit down on your neck, the view being covered by your hair. "I could stay in your little pussy all day, keeping it nice and wet for me to fuck." He spoke into your skin, his cock twitching and throbbing within within your walls.

Slowly but surely, your patience slipped through your fingers like water, the little bit of composure you had was swiftly cut like a thread made of silk. Grinding your hips down into Dazai's to tease him, your hands soon tugged on some of his fluffy locks and immediately caught his attention. Dazai's eyes were glazed over with lust, his pupils blown and ready to drown you in whatever fantasy which was playing in his head like a movie. "Meet me in the infirmary."

With those words being said, you simply got off your lover's lap and suppressed the moan which nearly slipped your lips as Dazai's shaft slid from your cunt. Luckily, Yosano was out stocking up on medicine and other goods when your feet carried you to your destination, your boyfriend hot on your heels.

The sound of the door being locked reached your ears and before you knew it, Dazai bent you over the desk in the infirmary, bunching the skirt of your dress up around your waist. Slender fingers tugged your panties down your hips until the soiled fabric pooled at your feet. "You're so impatient to get off, it's almost adorable." Dazai spread your legs apart by gently knocking his feet against your ankles, a smirk gracing his features as he saw your juices dripping down your legs. You whined in response.

"Can you keep quiet for me? Unless you want the entire Agency to know what I'm doing to you."

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god Dazai is such a devious little devil you cant help but love the creep

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6 months ago