yandere ! dom kurapika x submissive ! reader
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summary ; the chain coiled around your wrists like a serpent, cold metal biting into your skin as kurapika drew it taut with a measured pull. his eyes ... blood red, watched you without mercy, every twitch of your body calculated, catalogued. he tilted your chin up with a gloved hand, his voice low and deliberate. “struggle, and the chains will tighten. obey, and perhaps I’ll be merciful. but understand this—every breath you take belongs to me.”
cws ; this story contains BDSM/S&M themes including bondage with chains, restraint, breathplay, impact play, edging, degradation, and psychological dominance. features a dom/sub dynamic with kurapika in control, as well as dark romance and possessive undertones. reader discretion is advised.
the judgment chain sank into your chest with an icy sting that made your breath catch, the metal embedding itself as though it had always belonged there. each pulse of your heart echoed against its grip, a constant reminder that your life was no longer yours to command. you shivered, not only from the pain but from the gravity of what you had just given away.
once, you had been a troupe member—your hands stained with the same blood, your footsteps carved in the same sins. you had expected him to kill you when you finally stopped running. you thought that was the only end kurapika would ever grant you. but when you fell to your knees before him, whispering surrender instead of excuses, the execution never came. his scarlet eyes burned down at you, and in their light you saw something far more terrifying than death: possession.
his chain rattled softly as he crouched before you, gloved fingers catching your chin and forcing your gaze up to his. “do you feel it?” his voice was quiet, coldly deliberate. “the chain around your heart. every beat belongs to me now. every breath, every word, every choice.” he leaned closer, until his hair brushed your cheek. “you forfeited freedom the moment you surrendered. and i—” his eyes narrowed, the faintest hint of satisfaction curving his mouth—“will make sure you never forget it.”
you swallowed, trembling beneath the weight of his stare, but your body betrayed you. you didn’t resist. you wanted this. you wanted to be kept, bound, claimed in a way that went beyond flesh. his chain pulsed in rhythm with your heartbeat, each thrum sinking deeper into your soul.
kurapika stood then, tugging lightly on the chain that tethered your life to his will. you followed the pull instinctively, like a puppet with strings too heavy to cut. “good,” he murmured, watching you obey without protest. “you’ll make a fine doll.” his gloved hand trailed briefly along your jaw, a fleeting caress that felt more like ownership than comfort. “and unlike the rest of them, you’ll live to serve. to remind me. to remind yourself. that the only reason you’re breathing…” the chain jerked, making you gasp as it constricted for the briefest moment. “…is because i allow it.”
your lips parted, a soft, broken sound escaping before you could stop it. he tilted his head, studying the way you shivered in his grip, the way your eyes darted between fear and desperate devotion. his satisfaction was quiet but palpable.
“say it,” he ordered finally, his tone brooking no disobedience. “say what you are to me.”
the chain dug deeper, thrumming against your heart. you felt its weight in your veins, in your lungs, in the marrow of your bones. your voice shook as you whispered the truth, the one he had written into your body with steel and scarlet fire.
kurapika’s lips curved into the faintest smile, sharp and merciless. “yes,” he breathed, eyes blazing like embers in the dark. “mine—and mine alone. forever.”
and this is where it all started..
kurapika stood over you, his crimson eyes glinting with a cold determination as he held the chains in his gloved hands. the room was dimly lit, the shadows casting an eerie glow across his impassive face. "you've been disobedient," he stated matter-of-factly, his voice low and controlled. "it's time for your punishment."
your heart raced as he approached, the chains clinking softly with each step. you knew better than to resist as he bound your wrists and ankles, the metal links cool against your flushed skin. once secured, kurapika began to circle you slowly, trailing the chains across your body. goosebumps rose on your flesh as the metal caressed your chest before snaking lower.
suddenly, he snapped the chains taut and you gasped, the pain mingling with a forbidden pleasure. "please," you whimpered, but kurapika’s eyes only narrowed.
"you don’t get to choose. you don’t get to beg," he said firmly. "you will obey, or the chains will remind you who owns your body."
he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "i control your pleasure... and your pain," he whispered. his gloved hands began to explore your body, alternating between feather-light caresses and sharp tweaks that made you squirm. but each movement only caused the chains to constrict further, the intense sensations keeping you teetering on the edge of release.
kurapika watched you intently, drinking in each shudder and ragged breath. your arousal and desperation were laid bare before him, and he savored the sight of your unraveling composure. time and again he brought you to the brink only to deny you, the pleasure building to a fevered pitch but never quite tipping over.
"kurapika, please, i need it, i need you..." you panted, straining against the chains that bound you. but he remained impassive, his resolve absolute.
"no," he said simply. "you’ll endure your punishment until i decide you’ve learned your lesson. only then will i allow you release." his eyes flashed with possessive hunger. "and you will thank me for it."
kurapika continued his sweet torment, the chains digging into your skin as you writhed beneath his touch. “ah, ah, you’re doing so well for me,” he purred, his voice a dark caress. “submitting so beautifully to your punishment.”
he cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his piercing gaze. “do you understand now? your body belongs to me. your pleasure is mine to give or withhold as i please.”
tears of frustration pricked at your eyes as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, your desperate need for release clawing at your insides. “yes, yes, i’m yours,” you gasped. “please kurapika, i’ll be good, just let me come!”
he hummed consideringly, trailing a gloved fingertip along your kiss-swollen lips. “since you asked so prettily…” he gave the chains a sharp tug and your back bowed, a scream of pure ecstasy tearing from your throat as your orgasm finally crashed over you.
dazed, you slumped back against the bonds, shivering and spent. kurapika regarded you with satisfaction, his eyes dark with promise. “you took your punishment well, pet. perhaps next time i’ll let you come sooner… if you obey.”
through the haze of endorphins, you nodded weakly, knowing you would surrender yourself to him again and again, craving his mastery over your body and mind. kurapika was your keeper, your captor, your world—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
after the intense scene, kurapika guided you into a glass cage, your movements sluggish and pliant. “stay,” he commanded, as if speaking to a well-trained dog. “i want to admire my pretty pet.” obediently, you knelt within the transparent confines, the spider tattoo on your back visible through the glass.
kurapika circled the cage, drinking in the sight of you—naked, debauched, and utterly under his thrall. “you exist for my pleasure,” he reminded you, his voice low with satisfaction. “your only purpose is to perform for me.”
trapped within the cage, you posed and preened, putting your body on lewd display. you reveled in kurapika’s heated gaze, desire and pride warring within you. his praise and approval were like a drug and you craved more, wanting nothing more than to be his good little pet.
as you arched and writhed, the chains slithered along the floor and grasped your ankles. “kneel,” kurapika ordered. heart pounding, you folded gracefully to your knees as the cage door swung open. “crawl to me.”
you obeyed, the vulnerability of the position thrilling you. the glass was cool against your palms, a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. when you reached the threshold, kurapika took your jaw in hand and tipped your head back. his eyes roved over your face, noting the slack expression, the glassiness of your eyes.
he sighed, thumb sweeping over your cheek. “we need to replace that spider tattoo,” he mused. “something more fitting… a chain, perhaps, to show that you are bound to me always.”
the ownership in his words sent a shiver down your spine. “yes,” you breathed. “mark me as yours. i want everyone to know i belong to you completely.” you leaned into his touch, ready to wear his chain on your skin forever.
kurapika’s lips quirked in cruel amusement as he took in the sight of you kneeling before him. “you’ve been such a good pet,” he praised, idly running his fingers through your hair. “but that tattoo is an eyesore. time for an upgrade, don’t you think?”
you gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, drunk on submission and desperate to please. “yes,” you whispered. “mark me as yours, i want everyone to know i belong to you completely.”
he hummed approvingly, eyes flashing with power as his nen surged to life. gripping your wrist, he pressed his thumb to the spider tattoo, the heat of his magic searing your flesh. you cried out in pain, muscles tensing and sweat beading on your skin as the old ink dissolved. in its place, a new design took shape: an intricate chain that wound around your upper arm, stamped by a series of kanji characters sigilizing kurapika’s ownership.
as the burning heat faded, you panted harshly, the marks throbbing on your skin. but the pain only served to heighten your arousal, your already overstimulated body responding wantonly to this fresh degradation.
“beautiful,” kurapika breathed, admiring his handiwork. “now, you bear the crest of your master. a fitting accessory for my obedient little slave.”
he tipped your chin up, forcing you to meet his penetrating red gaze. “you took your marking so well, pet. i think you deserve a reward.” he smirked, his eyes darkening with promise. “would you like that?”
“yes, please!” you all but sobbed, trembling with anticipation. kurapika’s grin turned sharp and feral, his chains slithering to life around you. they wound around your limbs, pinning your arms behind your back and rendering you helpless as he shoved you back into the glass cage.
the chains suspended you in the air, spreading your thighs lewdly wide as kurapika shed his clothes with brutal efficiency. he notched himself at your entrance, the slick head of his cock rubbing teasingly against you, smearing the evidence of your need.
“ask for it,” he growled, giving your hip a sharp slap. “beg me to fuck you until you scream.”
“fuck me, kurapika!” you wailed, pulling futilely against your restraints. “please, i need your cock, ow—!” your words morphed into a yelp as he shoved inside in one ruthless thrust, his vicious pace battering your sensitized nerves.
the wet slap of flesh and the creaking of chains drowned out your keening, the relentless drag and slide of his cock winding you tighter and tighter. digging his nails into your hips, kurapika rutted into you with an almost violent urgency, the head of his cock scraping your deepest places.
all too soon, your orgasm loomed close, your limbs seizing as you prepared to be thrown headlong into sweet oblivion. but kurapika shoved your face into the glass, his hot breath scorching your ear.
“not until i say you can, pet. i want to feel you strangle my cock as you struggle not to come.” he thrust deep, hips snapping erratically as he poured himself into you. “now, come for me. scream for your master!”
and oh, you did. you screamed until your lungs burned, until your throat was raw, as your climax ripped through you with devastating intensity. shudders wracked your boneless form, aftershocks of pleasure sparking through you to mingle with the seeping heat of kurapika’s satisfaction.
he stroked your cheek, the touch incongruently tender as he admired your wrecked and drooling state. “such a good pet,” he praised, the warmth in his eyes genuine. “my perfect little fuckhole.”
and as you came down from the endorphin high, spent and sated in the glass cage, you knew he was right. you were his plaything, his property, to use and mark and display however he wished. but you wouldn’t have it any other way. because deep in your bones, in every fiber of your being, you knew the truth:
you were meant to be his.
in the aftermath of your cathartic release, the chains fell away, leaving you free but spent. your muscles felt like jelly as you collapsed into kurapika’s waiting arms, trusting him to catch you. he steadied you with surprising gentleness, one hand splayed across your sweat-damp back to hold you close.
kurapika was not the type to admit softness easily. but as he took in your flushed face and kiss-swollen lips, a rare fondness shone in his crimson eyes. he brushed his thumb along the reddened marks on your wrists, a whisper of a touch that raised goosebumps on your oversensitive skin.
“you endured well,” he murmured, just low enough for only you to hear. “remember—obedience is the only reason i allow you to breathe free.”
it was his version of praise, and you soaked it up, nuzzling into his chest with a contented sigh. he allowed the cuddling for a few moments, trailing his fingers along the chain tattoo that marked you as his.
but soon he grasped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his hooded gaze. “don’t get too comfortable, pet,” he warned, a dark promise in his voice. “i have many, many more lessons to teach you about servitude and submission. for now, let’s get you cleaned up…”
kurapika swept you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style out of the playroom. he brought you to the bathroom and set you on your feet, hands lingering on your waist to ensure you had your balance. he then proceeded to draw you a bath, testing the temperature before guiding you into the steaming water.
as you hissed at the slight sting of the heat on your welted skin, kurapika slipped in behind you. he pulled your back flush against his chest, your head tucked under his chin. with gentle hands, he proceeded to soap you up, washing away the sweat and grime.
his touch was sensual but not sexual, meant to soothe and calm rather than arouse. the tenderness of the moment made your heart clench, warmth suffusing your chest in an entirely different way. it was so rare for kurapika to let you see past his ironfaced exterior. these glimpses of caring, no matter how infrequent, were what made your thorny dynamics worth it.
after he’d ministered to every inch of you, kurapika dropped a kiss to your shoulder before pulling the plug. he helped you out of the tub, patting your skin dry with a soft fluffy towel. once that was done, he led you to the bedroom, tucking you under the covers before sliding in beside you.
he pulled you into his arms, spooning you from behind with a possessive hand laid across your belly. “sleep,” he commanded, as if even rest was something he dictated. but you were too sated and warm to do anything but obey, your eyes sliding shut. the last thing you felt before exhaustion claimed you was kurapika pressing a final kiss to the nape of your neck, a silent acknowledgment of the trust and devotion between you.
i had a couple folks from wattpad say they missed this book. i do not have a backup of it.. but here is a oneshot ! akkakakaka
