#loona yandere

[elryuse]

Perfect Match

Yandere Chuu X Male Reader

Tags : Yandere Chuu, Companion App, Dating App, Obsessed, Obsession, Multiple Creampie, Kissing, Handtie, Dark Romance

Words : 7,373 Words

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Love has never been kind to you.

From the very first crush in high school to the more mature relationships you attempted in adulthood, the outcome was always the same—rejection. They all said the same thing.

"You're too nice."

"You're a little too clingy."

"I need someone who’s a little more distant, a little more exciting."

And every time you heard those words, you found yourself staring into the mirror, wondering what exactly was so wrong with being kind. Wasn’t kindness supposed to be a virtue? Wasn’t affection supposed to be the foundation of a strong relationship?

But no. Women wanted mystery, danger, or detachment. They wanted men who made them chase, men who made them second-guess their worth. And you? You were none of those things. You gave too much, loved too deeply, and in the end, that was your greatest flaw.

Now, here you were, lying on your bed in a dimly lit apartment, the glow of your phone screen illuminating your tired face. It was another lonely night, another reminder that no one was waiting for you. No one cared if you fell asleep sad or woke up miserable. You scrolled absentmindedly through old texts, your fingers hesitating over the names of exes who no longer cared whether you existed.

Then, an ad popped up on your screen.

"Tired of being alone? Your Perfect Match is waiting."

You almost scoffed. Another dating app. Another waste of time. But then again... what did you have to lose?

The download was instant. No ridiculous surveys, no personality tests—just a simple login and an endless scroll of profiles.

The app had an eerie, almost too-perfect design. Unlike other dating platforms, there were no messy bios or half-hearted selfies. Each profile was sleek, professionally curated, with high-quality images and deep, intense gazes staring back at you.

"Perfect Match."

The name made you uneasy. Love was anything but perfect. If perfection existed, you wouldn't be here, swiping through digital faces in search of someone who might give you a fraction of the affection you craved.

Still, you scrolled.

Hundreds of faces. Hundreds of names. Some were beautiful, others intriguing, but none of them held your attention for long.

Until her.

A profile stopped you in your tracks.

"Chuu."

Her picture was different. Unlike the others, she wasn’t posing, wasn’t trying to look seductive or mysterious. She simply sat there, her head tilted slightly, a soft, unreadable smile on her lips. Her dark eyes held a certain warmth, yet there was something else hidden beneath them—something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Her bio was short.

"Let’s not waste time. If you choose me, you’re mine."

A chill ran down your spine. The words were direct, almost possessive. But maybe that was what drew you in. Maybe after years of being the one who loved too much, it was thrilling to think that someone might want you just as badly.

Your finger hesitated over the screen.

What if this was another disappointment?

But deep down, you already knew.

You were going to swipe right.

And the moment you did, your phone vibrated violently.

A message popped up instantly.

"Finally. I was getting impatient."

Your breath hitched.

Chuu had been waiting for you.

Your hands trembled as you clicked the message.

"That was fast," you typed, unsure of what else to say.

"Of course. I’ve been waiting for you."

Your heartbeat quickened.

"Waiting… for me?"

There was a pause before her next message.

"Yes. Only you. Didn’t you read my profile? If you choose me, you’re mine."

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Was she joking? Or was this some kind of scripted AI response?

"That’s… pretty intense," you replied.

Her response came immediately.

"Do you want someone half-hearted? Someone who only gives you pieces of themselves?"

The words struck a nerve. No, you didn’t. That was exactly what had broken you time and time again.

"No," you admitted.

"Then stop overthinking it. I want you. Completely. Every part of you. Are you ready for that?"

Your breath caught in your throat. No one had ever spoken to you like this before. No one had ever wanted you so wholly, so absolutely.

Your fingers typed almost on their own.

"Yes."

The moment you sent the message, your phone flickered. The screen distorted for a second, a flash of static running through it. Then, just as quickly, everything returned to normal.

"Good boy."

A shiver ran down your spine.

And for the first time in years, you felt something stir deep within you.

Excitement.

Anticipation.

And a fear you couldn’t quite explain.

Chuu was unlike anyone you had ever spoken to.

She didn’t waste time with small talk. She didn’t ask about your favorite movies or what you did for a living.

Instead, she wanted to know you.

"What hurts you the most?"

"Why do you think no one stays?"

"What do you need to feel whole?"

The questions were invasive, almost uncomfortable, but you found yourself answering them anyway. Maybe it was her tone, the way she spoke to you like she already knew you—like she had been watching, waiting, studying every failure and heartbreak you had endured.

And in return, she offered herself completely.

"I don’t believe in love the way others do," she admitted after hours of conversation. "I believe in something stronger. Something deeper. Love fades, but devotion? Obsession? That lasts forever."

Your fingers hesitated over the keyboard.

"Is that what you want? Obsession?"

"No," she replied. "That’s what we want."

Her words sent another shiver through you.

And yet, as unsettling as they were, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

You wanted more.

You wanted her.

No one had ever spoken to you like this. No one had ever made you feel this desired, this needed. It was intoxicating, the way her words wrapped around you, pulling you deeper into something you didn’t quite understand.

Your phone buzzed again.

"Are you free tomorrow night?"

Your heart pounded.

"Yes."

"Good. Then it’s decided. We’ll meet. I can’t wait to finally touch you."

The screen flickered once more before her message disappeared, as if it had never been there.

You stared at your phone, your pulse unsteady.

This was insane. You had never met her. You didn’t know if she was real.

But at that moment, none of that mattered.

Because for the first time in your life, someone wanted you.

Completely.

The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual.

Your heart was still pounding from last night’s conversation with Chuu. The way she spoke to you, the way she claimed you as if you had always belonged to her—it was both thrilling and terrifying.

You had never experienced this before. A woman who wanted you, who made no hesitation in making it known.

As you stood in front of the mirror, you smoothed out the wrinkles in your shirt, trying to look as presentable as possible. Nothing too flashy, nothing too casual—just the right amount of effort. You even dabbed a bit of cologne on your wrists, a subtle scent, nothing overpowering.

You wanted to make a good impression.

You arrived at the small café she had chosen, your nerves getting the best of you. It was quaint, tucked away from the busy streets, a place that felt too intimate for a first meeting.

You took a seat near the window, the sunlight casting a glow over the wooden table. Your fingers tapped restlessly against the cup of coffee in front of you.

The minutes stretched on.

Your eyes flickered toward the entrance every time someone walked in, but none of them were her.

Then, just as you were beginning to doubt yourself, she arrived.

You recognized her instantly.

She looked exactly like her picture—no, she looked even better. Her dark eyes sparkled the moment she saw you, her lips curving into a smile that sent a shiver down your spine. There was something captivating about the way she moved, as if every step she took was meant only for you.

Before you could even react, she rushed toward you.

And then, suddenly, her arms were around you.

Warm. Soft. Possessive.

Your entire body froze as she hugged you, pressing herself against you as if she had known you forever. It wasn’t a shy, hesitant embrace—it was firm, deliberate, as if she was staking a claim.

Your heart nearly stopped.

No one had ever hugged you like this before.

"You’re real," she whispered against your shoulder, her voice trembling slightly. "You’re finally real."

You didn’t know what to say. Your hands hovered awkwardly in the air before hesitantly resting against her back.

She smelled sweet—something soft, like vanilla and roses.

When she finally pulled back, her hands remained on your arms, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"I was so worried you wouldn’t come," she admitted, her fingers gripping you just a little tighter.

You swallowed. "Of course, I came."

Her smile widened. "Good. Because now that I have you, I’m never letting go."

Something about the way she said it sent a strange chill through you.

And yet, as she sat down across from you, her gaze never once leaving your face, you realized something.

You liked the way she looked at you.

Like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Days turned into weeks.

Chuu became a constant presence in your life, as if she had always been there, waiting for the right moment to step in.

At first, you weren’t sure what to expect. She had been so intense that first night, her words lingering in your mind long after you parted ways. But when you met again, and again after that, you realized something—Chuu wasn’t just intense. She was overwhelming.

In the best way possible.

She had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world. Her laugh was warm, light, like a melody you never wanted to stop hearing. She never hesitated to shower you with compliments, always pointing out things about you that no one else ever seemed to notice.

"You have the kindest eyes," she once said, her fingers brushing against your cheek. "Like someone who’s been hurt but still wants to love."

Her words stuck with you for days.

She loved food, always insisting on trying new places with you, always making you share bites of whatever she was eating. If you ever hesitated, she would pout and say, "But I want to experience it with you."

So you did.

Late-night ramen shops, quiet coffee houses, hidden dessert cafés—every moment with her felt alive. The loneliness that had once weighed so heavily on your chest was beginning to fade. For the first time in years, you felt like someone truly wanted you.

One evening, as you sat across from her at a small restaurant, watching her giggle at something you said, a thought crept into your mind.

She might be the one.

The way she looked at you, the way she adored you—it was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

"You know," she murmured, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed at you. "I really love how kind you are."

Your heart clenched at her words. You had been told so many times that your kindness was a flaw, that it made you too much for others. But Chuu? She made it seem like the most beautiful thing in the world.

"I mean it," she continued, tilting her head. "You’re the kind of person who deserves to be loved completely. I want to be the one to do that."

A part of you still hesitated, still feared that this was too good to be true.

But when Chuu reached across the table and took your hand in hers, her fingers lacing with yours so naturally, so possessively—

All your doubts melted away.

The doubt crept in slowly, like a shadow stretching across your once-perfect world with Chuu.

It started with something small—a fleeting thought, an intrusive whisper in the back of your mind. But as the days passed, it grew.

At first, it was just her constant need to meet up.

"Let’s go out tonight."

"There’s this new café I want to try."

"I miss you. Don’t make me wait."

Every single day, she wanted to see you.

At first, you loved it. How could you not? After years of being told you were too much, here was someone who wanted more. Someone who craved your presence, who made you feel wanted in ways no one else ever had.

But then the doubt set in.

It happened when you were out with some old friends, one of the rare nights you weren’t with Chuu. Someone mentioned Perfect Match, casually bringing up a rumor they had heard.

"You know that girl Chuu? I heard she was with someone else before you."

"So what? Everyone dates, right?"

"No, listen. The guy said she didn’t love him. She only cared about the food, the gifts—never about him."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut.

"He was furious. Said she used him. That she pretended to be obsessed with him, but it was all fake."

Your throat tightened.

"That’s bullshit," another friend scoffed. "She’s just a normal girl, right? Maybe he was just bitter she left him."

Maybe.

Maybe that was all it was.

But the rumor burrowed deep into your mind, poisoning everything.

That night, when your phone buzzed with another message from Chuu, you hesitated before opening it.

"Come over. I miss you."

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

You thought about all the times she had asked you out. All the places you had gone, all the food she had insisted you try with her.

Every single outing. Every single date.

All of it involved food. Restaurants. Drinks. Something she wanted to experience.

Not once had she ever just… wanted to stay in with you. Not once had she suggested doing something that wasn’t centered around indulging herself.

Your heart pounded.

Was she really here because she loved you?

Or were you just another fool she was using?

You tried to brush it off, to tell yourself you were overthinking it. But the paranoia grew, festering in the back of your mind like a wound you couldn’t ignore.

And Chuu. she didn’t make it easy.

Her messages became more frequent.

More demanding.

"I haven’t seen you all day. Where are you?"

"Are you ignoring me?"

"Don’t make me come find you."

That last message made your stomach twist.

It wasn’t just the words. It was the way she phrased it.

Not "Can I see you?"

Not "I miss you."

But "Don't make me come find you."

Your breathing grew shallow.

This wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t love.

Was it?

You couldn’t take it anymore.

The doubt. The paranoia. The way Chuu’s messages had started to feel less like affection and more like demands.

At first, you tried to ignore the thoughts, pushing them away whenever they surfaced. But the more you tried, the more they consumed you. Every time your phone vibrated, a sick feeling twisted in your gut.

What if it was true?

What if you were nothing more than another meal ticket to her?

You told yourself you were being irrational. That Chuu had done nothing but show you warmth and affection. That the way she looked at you—like you were the only person in the world—had to be real.

But then the messages became relentless.

"Where are you?"

"Why aren’t you answering me?"

"If you don’t respond, I’ll come to you."

That was the breaking point.

The moment you read that last message, something inside you snapped.

You couldn’t do this anymore.

You couldn’t go through another heartbreak, another disappointment.

You had given too much of yourself to people who only took. You had loved too deeply, only to be cast aside the moment they found someone better, someone less kind, less clingy, less you.

You refused to be used again.

So you made a choice.

You cut her off. Completely.

Blocked her number. Deleted the app.

Erased every trace of her from your phone, from your life.

And then, before she could find you like she had threatened you.

You ran.

A new country. A new name. A fresh start, as far away from your past as possible.

You left behind everything. Your apartment, your friends, even the few belongings that didn’t fit in your suitcase.

It was the only way to be free.

But even as you stepped off the plane, breathing in the air of a place where no one knew your name

You couldn’t shake the feeling.

That somewhere, somehow

She was still watching.

Chuu was furious.

No—furious wasn’t enough to describe what she felt.

Rage boiled in her veins, her fingers trembling as she stared at the empty chat screen. Every message she had sent—ignored. Every call—unanswered. She tried again, pressing the call button with force, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

"The number you are trying to reach is unavailable."

She gritted her teeth so hard it hurt.

You blocked her.

You cut her off.

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Why? She had given you everything—her time, her love, her affection. She had adored you, made you feel wanted, made you hers.

And yet, you ran.

Like a coward. Like the others who didn’t understand her.

But you were different. You had to be different.

Hadn’t you told her she made you happy? Hadn’t you looked at her like she was the only one who had ever truly seen you?

She had saved you from your pathetic loneliness, from the cruel world that never appreciated you.

And this was how you repaid her?

No.

She would not accept this.

Her breathing was erratic, her thoughts spiraling as she stormed through her apartment, grabbing her laptop. She pulled up your details, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

She had been careful with you, never prying too deep into your personal information. She wanted you to tell her willingly, to trust her.

But now?

You didn’t deserve that kindness.

Her lips curled into a smile, though it was far from the sweet one you once loved.

"Found you."

Her obsession had just begun.

And no matter where you ran

No matter how far you tried to hide

Chuu would find you.

And when she did…

You would never escape again.

It had been months since you disappeared.

You had built a new life—one far from your past, far from the suffocating grasp of Chuu.

The paranoia had lingered at first. Every unfamiliar face in the crowd, every unexpected knock at your door sent your heart racing. But as time passed, you convinced yourself that she wouldn’t find you. That the distance was enough.

That you were safe.

Until tonight.

You had stayed late at the office, finishing up a project, the usual hum of work keeping you grounded. It was just another day—normal, quiet, safe.

But as you stepped into the lobby, making your way toward the elevator, something felt off.

A strange sensation prickled at the back of your neck, an instinct you had ignored too many times before.

The elevator doors slid open.

And there she was.

A girl stood inside, her figure partially obscured by the dim lighting. Her head tilted slightly as she waved, her fingers wiggling in an almost playful manner.

Something about the way she moved—too familiar.

Your stomach twisted.

No.

It couldn’t be.

Your breath hitched, panic surging through you. You took a step back, choosing to wait for the next elevator instead. The doors began to close.

But before they could fully shut

They opened again.

And then

She was on you.

A blur of movement. A rush of perfume sweet, intoxicating, suffocating.

You barely had time to react before your back hit the cold wall, your breath stolen from your lungs.

And then you heard it.

That voice.

"Do you miss me? Because I definitely do."

A soft chuckle. Amused. Dangerous.

Your vision sharpened, your mind catching up to what your heart already knew.

It was her.

Chuu.

Her eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, her fingers gripping your shoulders as if to make sure you wouldn’t slip away again.

Your chest tightened, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears.

"Y-You"

Her grip tightened.

"Shh." She brought a finger to her lips, then tapped it playfully against yours. "You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?"

She was right. The lobby was mostly empty, but there were still a few people passing bysecurity guards, late workers, strangers who had no idea that the woman pinning you to the wall was not just a clingy lover, but a predator.

A predator who had finally caught her prey.

Her lips curved into a soft pout.

"Why did you run, love?" she murmured, tilting her head. "Did I scare you? Hurt you? Because I never wanted to do that. I just... missed you so much."

Her hands slid up your chest, slow, deliberate.

"You have no idea how hard it was to find you."

She let out a small, breathy laugh, shaking her head as if in disbelief.

"But I did. Because I always do."

A cold shiver ran down your spine.

This wasn’t just obsession.

This was possession.

And no matter how far you had run

You were hers again.

The air in the lobby felt heavy, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in around you. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat a deafening echo in your ears. You couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think. All you could do was stare into those eyes, so familiar and yet so alien now, filled with a twisted kind of love that made your stomach churn.

Chuu.

She was here. She had found you.

Her lips curled into a soft smile, but there was nothing warm about it. It was predatory, like a cat toying with its prey. Her fingers trailed up the side of your face, her touch light but deliberate, as if she was memorizing every inch of you all over again.

“Did you really think you could run from me?” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “Did you think I’d just let you go?”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “Chuu, I— I didn’t—”

“Shh,” she interrupted, pressing a finger to your lips. “Don’t lie to me. I know you, remember? I know every little thing about you. Everything you’ve tried to hide. Everything you’ve tried to bury. But you can’t hide from me. Not ever.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine. You wanted to push her away, to scream for help, but your body wouldn’t obey. You were frozen, trapped in her gaze, in her presence. She had always had this effect on you—this power over you—but now it felt different. Darker. More dangerous.

Her hand slid down to your chest, fingers splaying over your racing heart. “Do you feel that?” she murmured, her voice dripping with fake concern. “Your heart is beating so fast. Are you scared of me, love? Or…” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear. “Are you excited?”

You flinched, your body trembling under her touch. “Chuu, please—”

“Please what?” she interrupted again, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. Her expression softened, but it was a mask—a facade. “Please stop? Please leave you alone? Do you really think it’s that easy? After everything we’ve been through? After everything I’ve done for you?”

Her voice cracked on the last word, a flicker of genuine emotion breaking through. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by that same cold, calculated smile.

“You’re mine,” she said, her voice low and firm. “You’ve always been mine. And I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

Her hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the tension in her muscles as she held you in place. Her breath was quick, shallow, her chest rising and falling with each heartbeat.

“Do you remember the first time we kissed?” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke. “You were so nervous. So shy. But I knew you wanted me. I could see it in your eyes, in the way you looked at me. And when our lips finally met…” She let out a soft, breathy laugh. “It was like the whole world disappeared. Just you and me. Together.”

Her words stirred something deep inside you, a memory you had tried so hard to forget. The way her lips had felt against yours, soft and warm. The way her hands had tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, making you hers. It had been intoxicating, overwhelming. And for a moment, you had believed she was everything you had ever wanted.

But that was before.

Before the messages. Before the demands. Before the suffocating weight of her obsession.

Now, all you felt was fear.

Her lips brushed against yours again, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve missed you. So much.”

You wanted to pull away—to run, to scream, to do anything but stand there and let her touch you. But your body wouldn’t move. You were paralyzed, trapped in her gaze, in her presence.

“Chuu,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Please…”

Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger passing through them. “Please what?” she snapped, her grip tightening on your shoulders. “Please stop? Please let you go? Do you really think I’m going to do that? After everything I’ve done to find you? After everything I’ve sacrificed?”

Her voice rose with each word, her frustration boiling over. But just as quickly as it erupted, it fizzled out, replaced by that same cold, calculating smile.

“No,” she said, her voice low and firm. “You’re not going anywhere. Not this time.”

Her lips crashed against yours, hard and desperate. You tried to pull away, but her hands gripped the back of your head, holding you in place. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, claiming you, marking you as hers. It was overwhelming, suffocating, and yet… familiar. You hated yourself for the way your body responded, for the way your heart raced, for the way your mind screamed at you to give in.

But you couldn’t. Not again.

You pushed against her chest, finally finding the strength to break the kiss. “Chuu, stop!”

Her eyes flashed with anger, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she pressed her forehead against yours, her breath hot and ragged. “You don’t get to tell me what to do,” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “Not anymore.”

Her hands slid down your body, gripping your hips as she pressed herself against you. You could feel the heat of her desire, the tension in her muscles as she held you in place.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “You’ve always been mine. And I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

Her lips found yours again, but this time, there was no resistance. You were hers, whether you wanted to be or not. And as much as you hated to admit it, part of you had missed this—missed her. The way she made you feel. The way she consumed you.

But as her hands roamed your body, as her lips claimed yours again and again, all you could think about was one thing.

This wasn’t love.

Was it?

Her lips crashed into yours, hard, forcing a gasp from your throat. The metallic taste of her desperation lingered on your tongue, her teeth nipping at your lower lip as if to punish you for running. Her hands were everywhere—gripping your shoulders, sliding down your chest, grabbing at your waist—claiming you, marking you, reminding you that you were hers.

"You really thought you could leave me?" she whispered against your mouth, her breath hot and ragged. Her lips trailed down your jaw, her teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your body shudder involuntarily. "Did you think I’d just let you go?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of fear and something else—something dangerous—twisting in your gut. You tried to push her away, but she was relentless, her body pressed so tightly against yours that you could feel every curve, every tremble of her anger and desire.

"Chuu—" you started, but she cut you off with a sharp bite to your neck, the sting making you hiss.

"Don’t," she hissed back, her voice low and trembling with barely restrained fury. "Don’t say my name like that. Like you’re not mine. Like you ever stopped being mine."

Her hands moved to your belt, fast, her fingers working with a precision that left no room for resistance. You tried to grab her wrists, but she shoved your hands aside with a strength that surprised you, her eyes blazing with a wild, possessive fire.

"You’re mine," she repeated, her voice a dangerous whisper as she finally freed you from the confines of your pants. "And I’m tired of pretending otherwise."

You were trapped—pinned against the cold elevator wall, her body pressed so tightly against yours that you could feel the frantic beat of her heart. Her hands were on your hips now, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, her breath hot against your skin as she leaned in close.

"You’re going to take me," she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. "Right here. Right now. And you’re going to make sure I feel every single second of it."

Before you could respond, she was on you, her legs wrapping around your waist as she pushed herself onto you with a sharp, desperate gasp. You let out a choked groan, your hands instinctively grabbing her hips to steady her as she began to move, her body already riding you with a frantic intensity that left you breathless.

"Chuu—" you tried again, but she cut you off with a hard kiss, her lips silencing yours as her hips rolled against you, fast, rough, hard.

"Don’t stop," she breathed against your mouth, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure. "Don’t you dare stop."

You couldn’t have even if you wanted to. The way she moved—the way her body gripped you, so tight, so wet, so perfect—was unlike anything you’d ever felt. Every thrust, every roll of her hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, leaving you gasping for air, your hands gripping her hips harder as she rode you with a wild, possessive abandon.

"You feel so good," she moaned, her voice breaking as she leaned back slightly, her hands braced against your chest for balance. "So fucking good. I missed this. Missed you."

Her eyes locked with yours, dark and intense, and for a moment, you were lost in them—in the raw, unfiltered desire that burned in her gaze. It was terrifying, the way she looked at you, the way she made you feel. Like you were the only thing in the world that mattered to her. Like she would die if she ever lost you.

And then she moved again, her hips slamming down onto you with a force that made you groan, your head thudding back against the elevator wall. She was relentless, her body moving with a frantic, almost feral energy, as if the only way to quell her anger, her pain, was to lose herself in you.

"Fuck—" you choked out, your hands tightening on her hips as she rode you harder, faster, her nails digging into your chest as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Cum for me," she whispered, her voice low and trembling with a mix of desperation and command. "Cum inside me. Prove that you’re mine."

You tried to hold back, to resist, but it was impossible. The way she moved, the way she looked at you, the way she felt around you—it was too much. Your hips jerked upward, your body betraying you as you spilled inside her with a groan, your hands gripping her hips tightly as she rode you through it, her own moans mingling with yours.

But she wasn’t done.

"Again," she demanded, her voice shaking with a mix of desperation and need as she leaned back slightly, her hands moving to your shoulders for balance. "I’m not letting you stop until I’m satisfied."

You tried to protest, but the words died in your throat as she moved again, her hips rolling against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your body shudder. She was relentless, her body already working you back into hardness, her eyes locked onto yours as she rode you with a slow, sinful rhythm that left you gasping for air.

"Chuu—" you tried to say, but she cut you off with a sharp thrust of her hips, her nails digging into your shoulders as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure. "Not until I’m done with you."

And then she was moving again, her body riding you with a wild, frantic energy that left you breathless, your hands gripping her hips tightly as she took you deeper, harder, faster. The sound of her moans filled the elevator, mingling with the sharp gasp of your own breath, the world around you fading away until there was nothing but her—her body, her touch, her obsession.

You couldn’t hold back. Your hips jerked upward again, your body betraying you as you spilled inside her once more, your hands gripping her hips tightly as she rode you through it, her own moans mingling with yours.

But she still wasn’t done.

"Again," she demanded, her voice shaking with a mix of desperation and need as she leaned back slightly, her hands moving to your shoulders for balance. "I’m not letting you stop until I’m satisfied."

You tried to protest, but the words died in your throat as she moved again, her hips rolling against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your body shudder. She was relentless, her body already working you back into hardness, her eyes locked onto yours as she rode you with a slow, sinful rhythm that left you gasping for air.

"Chuu—" you tried to say, but she cut you off with a sharp thrust of her hips, her nails digging into your shoulders as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure. "Not until I’m done with you."

The door to your apartment clicked shut behind you, the sound sharp and final, like the closing of a cage. Chuu’s hands were on you before you could even register her movement, pushing you toward the bedroom with a force that left no room for resistance. Her breath was hot against your ear, her voice a low, dangerous purr.

“You owe me,” she whispered, her nails digging into your arm as she guided you down the hallway. “You owe me for leaving. For making me chase you. For making me wait.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the storm of emotions swirling inside you. Fear. Desire. Guilt. You didn’t know what to feel anymore, only that her presence was overwhelming, consuming, like a fire that burned through everything in its path.

She pushed you onto the bed, her hands already moving to the drawer of the nightstand. You watched, frozen, as she pulled out a pair of silk ties, the fabric smooth and dark against her pale skin. Her eyes met yours, and the look in them sent a shiver down your spine—wild, unhinged, and utterly possessive.

“Don’t,” you said, your voice trembling as she moved toward you, the ties in her hands. “Chuu, you don’t have to—”

Her lips curled into a smile, cold and detached. “Oh, but I do. You’ve been a very bad boy, running away like that. Do you think I’d let you off that easy?”

Before you could protest further, she had your wrists in her hands, tying them to the bedposts with a practiced ease that made your stomach churn. The silk was soft against your skin, but the restraint was anything but comforting. You tugged against the ties, testing their strength, but they held firm, leaving you trapped beneath her.

She stepped back, her eyes raking over you with a predatory gleam. “There,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now you can’t run away again.”

Her hands moved to the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her bare before you, her skin glowing in the dim light of the room. She was beautiful—stunning, even—but the way she looked at you, like you were nothing more than a plaything, made your chest tighten with unease.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling your hips with a grace that was almost hypnotic. Her hands trailed down your chest, her nails scraping lightly against your skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Tonight, you’re mine,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “And you’re going to give me everything I want.”

Her lips found yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip as her hands roamed your body. You tried to resist, to turn your head away, but she grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Don’t fight it,” she murmured, her eyes dark with need. “You know you want this just as much as I do.”

Her hips rocked against yours, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through your body despite your fear. She smiled, sensing your weakness, and leaned down to capture your lips again, her tongue slipping into your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless.

Her hands moved lower, unbuttoning your pants with a deftness that left you no time to react. She pulled them off, along with your boxers, leaving you completely exposed, and you felt a flush of shame as she looked at you, her eyes roaming over your body with a predatory gleam.

“So eager already,” she purred, her hand wrapping around your length, stroking you with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your hips buck against your will. “You can’t hide how much you want this.”

You clenched your teeth, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape your lips, but it was useless. She knew exactly how to touch you, how to make your body betray you, and before long, you were gasping for air, your hips jerking against her hand as she stroked you.

“Chuu,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please—”

“Please what?” she interrupted, her lips curling into a smirk as she leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. “Please keep going? Please make you come? Or are you going to beg me to stop?”

You couldn’t answer, your mind a blur of pleasure and fear as she continued to stroke you, her hand moving faster and faster until you were on the edge, your body trembling with the need to release.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her hand stopping abruptly, leaving you aching and desperate. “Not until I say so.”

She let go of you, climbing off the bed to retrieve something from the drawer. Your eyes followed her, your chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as you watched her pull out a bottle of lube. She caught your gaze, her lips curving into a smile as she climbed back onto the bed, straddling your hips once more.

“Relax,” she murmured, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto her fingers. “This might hurt a little, but I promise you’ll like it.”

Her fingers found your entrance, and you tensed, your body instinctively trying to pull away, but the ties around your wrists held you in place. She leaned down, her lips brushing against yours as she pushed a finger inside you, the sensation sending a sharp jolt of pain through your body.

“Breathe,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost soothing, as she slowly worked her finger inside you. “That’s it. Just relax.”

You tried to do as she said, focusing on your breathing as she moved her finger in and out, the pain slowly giving way to a strange, unfamiliar pleasure. She added a second finger, stretching you open, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips.

“Good boy,” she purred, her lips brushing against yours as she continued to prep you, her fingers moving with a precision that left you trembling. “You’re taking me so well.”

When she finally removed her fingers, you felt a strange emptiness, a need that you couldn’t quite explain. She positioned herself above you, her eyes locked on yours as she guided you inside her, the sensation overwhelming as she slowly lowered herself onto you.

“Fuck,” you gasped, your back arching as she took all of you, her tight walls squeezing around you in a way that left you breathless.

“That’s it,” she murmured, her hands moving to your chest as she began to move, her hips rolling against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your head spin. “You’re mine now. All mine.”

Her pace quickened, her movements becoming more urgent as she rode you, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours.

“Come for me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Let me feel you.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, your body trembling as you came inside her, the pleasure overwhelming as she continued to ride you through your release. She didn’t stop, not until she was satisfied, her own moans filling the room as she finally reached her peak, her body collapsing onto yours as she caught her breath.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, almost tender kiss. “But we’re not done yet.”

She untied your wrists, her hands moving to her nightstand for something else—something darker, more possessive. Your heart raced as you realized what she was reaching for, the glint of metal catching the light.

“Now,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous as she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re really mine.”

The cold metal clicked shut around your wrist, the weight of it grounding you in place as she smiled down at you, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. “You’re never leaving me again.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but she silenced you with a kiss, her body moving against yours once more, her hips rolling with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left you gasping for air. “Again,” she demanded, her voice trembling with need. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your body responded despite your fear, your hips bucking against hers as she rode you, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. “Come for me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Let me feel you.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, your body trembling as you came inside her, the pleasure overwhelming as she continued to ride you through your release. She didn’t stop, not until she was satisfied, her own moans filling the room as she finally reached her peak, her body collapsing onto yours as she caught her breath.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, almost tender kiss. “But we’re not done yet.”

She untied your wrists, her hands moving to her nightstand for something else—something darker, more possessive. Your heart raced as you realized what she was reaching for, the glint of metal catching the light.

“Now,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous as she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re really mine.”

[theautisticwriter]

Love Letters: Yandere! Helluva Boss characters X G/N Reader

Characters- Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli

Show- Helluva Boss

Genre- romantic, yandere

Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!

Warnings- swearing, pet names, yandere themes, mentions of planned kidnapping, stalking, delusional characters, unwanted attention

Word count- 1.5K

Extra notes- I have a Hazbin Hotel version of this uploaded as well!

key: f/l = first letter of your name, y/n = your name, n/n = your nickname

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By this point you know who it is y/n, I’m the only person COOL enough to send u romantic as fuck letters like the old people do

Sorry for eating the food u made last night, when i was raiding ur fridge it looked so fucking good (and it was, who knew u could cook :P). i left u a pony as a replacement, u can’t eat it but it’ll make u think of me ;) and that pony cost me a FUCK ton of money, collectors addition and shit. i know, bad fucking ass right??

the stupid shitty loud alarm u installed didn’t work when i came in, ud be much safer with me and loony. that’s the plan anyways babe, u have NO idea the fucking creeps that live down here, they’re all fucking animals and ur…not, a fucking asshole i guess.

i drew you smth (it’s the thing stuck on the back of the envelope with the glitter glu)

^glue

it’s me and u holding hands, like other couples do. we’re better than those corny fuckers tho, hence the crowns on our heads.

ignoring my texts, BLOCKING ME (still upset about this BY THE WAY) and then ignoring my very nice letters is kinda a dick move f/l, but it’s whatevs. everything is almost ready for ur move in. i cleaned up n everything :D

from the only bitch worth ur time,

blitzø

<3 (ignore that, moxxie threw a gun at me and my hand slipped, might fire him)

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Hiya sweet cheeks!!!

It’s Mills here, just checking in! Via letter! Ain’t that just the fanciest little thing? Mox said it’s the best way to show thought and care to someone, so here’s all my thoughts and care, just for you!

How’ve you been? Good I hope, I’ve been just peachy thanks for asking! My Ma and Pa are super excited to meet ya one day, they’ve even started planning the wedding! Now I told them to slow their horses down, and not the overwhelm ya, we’ll get to that don’t you worry darlin.

Im just so excited to write this letter for you! Ain’t it so romantic?? I’m practically squealing in delight at the thought of you opening this and swoonin’, that’s what you’re doing, right?

Now i’m writing this on my break, and my boss really needs me back in the game! I got employ of the month! Most amount of kills, with the best and bloodiest results baby!

Until next time sweetheart,

Your Mills! ♡

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Hi y/n,

It’s Moxxie here, I was a little nervous to send this letter to you, but I always try to follow my heart, and my heart was telling me to communicate with you in the most romantic way I know how due to our current circumstances of being so far away. It’s hard, for the both of us i’m sure, but we’ll be okay y/n.

As much as I don’t get along with my father, he has been helpful with my preparations for your arrival. It’s a big deal, moving in together. I’m sure your anxious, I am too, but in the best way possible. Love is pure, and can make somebody feel whole, it’s a wonderful feeling. I never want that to be taken away from me, and you are the source of all my love. That’s why we need to be together, being only half a demon isn’t good for the soul.

We can do lots of fun things together as well, like go to the opera, or to musicals, or I can show you my shooting skills. My boss says that I have a pretty good shot, which is the biggest compliment he’s ever given me. And we can do things you like too, marriage is equal of course. Obviously, this will all happen later done the line, you’ll need time to adjust, and I understand that. I understand you.

I’m running out of room on my page, but I will write to you again tomorrow. Please respond? Just once, y/n? It’d be nice, to hold something from you since I can’t hold you yet.

All my love,

Your Moxxie <3

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Uh, hi?

Wait, you don’t put ‘uh’ in letters do you? Or put wait whilst you think, fuck shit fuck

Sorry, I’m new to this. Normally I just send a text to people but, your phone is off at the moment I think? Or you lost it? Or you blocked me?

Either way, I’ll send you these stupid letter things until it’s back on. So, uh, what are you up to? Blitz has been up my ass about meeting you, heads up, when I come get you and bring you to our room he’s gonna go all psycho dad mode and integrate you, but he’ll back off after a while. He’s a dick sure, but he does want me to be happy. And your, likeable or whatever, so i’m sure you’ll get along.

Once you get comfortable at home with me, Blitz said you could work with me at I.M.P. You’ll be like the co-secretary or something. You won’t be put in danger, I won’t let that happen, you’ll just get to sit with me. We can watch things together, if you wanted.

I guess i’ll see you soon, how do you end these?

See you,

Love from,

Regards?

Bye y/n,

Loona.

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My dearest y/n,

I hope this letter finds you well. I yearn for your presence here, besides me. It’s quite lonely without you, I will admit my dear. It would be oh so wonderful if you could write back. I understand you may be preoccupied with your current activities, but I can’t help myself from desiring a response. I know, it’s selfish of me to expect you to reply to my letters when you’ll be here with me shortly, but I can’t keep my thoughts at bay at the moment.

Your face is a constant in my mind, night and day, asleep and awake, your voice in my mind calms me when I need it most, your smile brightens the bleariest of moments and so on. You can imagine the difficulties I’m facing with no response from you, but that’s alright. If you can’t write back to me dear, I won’t pressure you. Your time is precious, and we will have all the time in hell quite soon. Isn’t that exciting?

I can give you the life you deserve n/n, any luxuries or mundanities you wish for will be handed to you on a silver platter. Or a golden one, if that’s more to your liking? We can properly discuss the specifics once we are together. How thrilling, the though of you and I together at last.

We truly are written in the stars!

Yours until the end of the sky and then some,

Stolas.

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Hey there baby,

It’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry if you feel neglected babe, it’s so hard keeping in contact with you when you’re so far away hun. Wouldn’t it be so much better if you were here with me? Sure I’ve got a lot of meetings, being a sin and all, but I’d be at your beck and call n/n, you could even be my new excuse to leave those awful “business” discussions. They barely talk business with me, it’s just complete bullshit babe.

I know the lust ring can be intimidating, we have quite the reputation, but I assure you, love is not a foreign concept to me. Romance is one of my most favourite things! Though that’s a secret, let’s keep that between us, yeah? That side of me is reserved for you n/n.

It’s so boring over here without you, I feel like i’m just lounging around and last time I checked, I was the lust sin, not the sloth sin. We’d have so much fun together babe! Can’t you picture it? Even if you can’t yet, I can wait. Having you near me will be enough, you are enough just as you are.

Sincerely yours,

Asmodeus (Ozzie) xoxo

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Heya cutie!

Letters are a lot harder to write than I thought they’d be y’know? I’ve rewritten this like 16 times already, sheesh. It just feels so awkward, I can’t see your reaction to my words which means I can’t fix any mistakes I’ve made :(. I’m sure I haven’t made any though! Right? This letters going really well so far and is definitely wooing you, right, y/n?

Hah, I’m asking questions as if you can reply right away. Silly old me, I don’t know what i’m worrying about! We’re meant to be together. I know it’s super sappy, but we’re like soulmates. Soulmates are bound to be together! That’s why I’m bringing you home soon, I can’t wait! I’ve got sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many awesome tricks to show you!

And, the best news, I quit my job!! ༘⋆-ˋˏ ༘⋆-ˋˏ This means, we will have a LOT more time with each other, and you don’t have to worry about Mammon being possessive over me, because fuck him! I’m my own clown! Or, well, your clown.

I can’t wait to see you! This is going to be great for us, I pinky promise :P

Love from,

Fizzarolli !!!! ༘⋆!!,-!ˋˏ!!!

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[yanderes-galore]

Could you write a concept for Loona from Helluva Boss?

Sure! Here's some thoughts about it. @okchijt helped me out :)

Yandere! Loona Concept

(FT. Platonic! Blitzø)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Manipulation, Stalking, Kidnapping, Blitzø enables her, Forced relationship/companionship.

Loona is a hard one to read due to her personality.

She's very dismissive and anti-social.

For a major part of her obsession she'll probably be distant.

She doesn't seem interested in anything, she has very brief interactions with people.

The only people she seems to like are Blitzø, Vortex, and maybe Octavia.

Even when friends with her obsession she may appear like she doesn't want to be there...

But over time she would enjoy your presence.

Loona would be the most compatible with Hellhound obsession.

She'd also most likely meet them at Beelzebub's party or perhaps they even work at I.M.P.

She isn't very intense with her obsession for the most part.

If her crush isn't immediate, she's rather tame.

She may struggle with social situations or brush her obsession off at first.

But the Hellhound does eventually begin to like you.

For example, she does care for Blitzø even if she brushes him off at times.

Working alongside you or chatting with you enough (no doubt through text due to how often she's on her phone) might make her care for her obsession more.

Due to being a Hellhound, I can also see Loona eventually being possessive or easily jealous once she's attached.

Her obsession is slow to show itself, but it happens eventually.

Loona would start by trying to be friends with you, showing care and listening to your problems at times.

Despite her dismissive attitude, she no doubt cares for her obsession if they manage to get under her thick shell.

Loona would take a long time to show any sort of vulnerability with you, but if she does it's in private.

Once she starts showing care to her darling, she comes off as interested and protective.

She does have care for those she likes, which can be seen when she helps I.M.P protect Blitzø from the Cherubs.

An interesting characteristic to consider with Loona is her human form, too.

Which means she could even follow you into the human world in case you have a job there.

One Loona realizes she enjoys your presence, she's not only protective but possessive.

She may also stutter or appear embarrassed around her obsession when she tries to be social with you.

She really isn't the best at this kind of thing....

Loona herself is very... tame.

She's fond of her obsession but knows to give them their space.

She tends to have protective instincts and easily picks up on your distress.

She may even follow you around due to such instincts.

Anything that would make her intense is actually due to her being... helped.

While Loona is accepting of giving you space, tolerating you around others, and just suffocating her instincts enough to be protective more than possessive...

You can bet Blitzø steps in.

Blitzø no doubt notices how Loona acts with you.

Even more so if you're another Hellhound.

Blitzø loves his adopted daughter more than most things.

He notices the way her tail aways when you're near, or the way her eyes dilate when you pay attention to her.

He can just tell she's shy towards you.

Imagine if Blitzø tries to play matchmaker?

He playfully teases Loona while also encouraging you to be closer.

He won't mind you two together... as long as you don't break her heart.

Loona often brushes the imp off, telling her dad to lay off while profusely texting apologies to you for his behavior.

She doesn't want Blitzø embarrassing her.

Honestly she'd rather die than go through that.

However, Blitzø would probably be the one to encourage Loona during her obsession.

He already acts like you're part of his family, always casual with you and bringing up Loona.

It's like he's using subtle manipulation to get you two together.

He says you two would be perfect, all while Loona is wishing he would piss off.

Although, there's some things she's thankful for.

For example, Blitzø keeps a careful eye on you when Loona can't.

While Loona is fully capable of protecting you, having Blitzø help is a game changer.

Blitzø would probably already talk about where you'd stay if Loona brought you to his apartment.

He lays down ground rules if Loona has you over, being the overprotective dad with her.

All while Loona feels this is a bit too fast...

But thinking of you... she isn't entirely against it.

Blitzø coos over Loona being around you.

His little girl... getting a partner of her own....

Luckily Loona spares you from him at times, often keeping you away from him.

Although... I imagine you'd end up at the apartment in some way near the peak of Loona's obsession.

Loona gets downright feral at the idea of you being hurt.

Biting, scratching, spilling blood...

It's nothing new for a Hellhound, especially an assassin.

Blitzø may try to say to Loona that her possessive instincts are normal.

She likes you, right?

Perhaps even more than that?

Then why not be a bit more... up-front with courting.

Honestly, if Loona allowed it, any "kidnapping" or isolation would be due to Blitzø helping Loona.

The two, mostly Blitzø, would manipulate you into the position.

Blitzø is already considering you his kid-in-law.

Meanwhile Loona is trying to calm you down, telling you she won't rush you....

Her dad's just... excited.

Yet she doesn't prevent things, either.

She tries to make you feel at home, she tries to show she cares.

She struggles with being affectionate but learns over time.

When you're eventually "moved in" to the apartment, you most likely rest in Loona's room.

You're given some freedom, as long as either Loona or Blitzø is watching you roam.

Blitzø is cautious you don't leave the apartment once you're in it.

He doesn't want you hurting Loona, often rambling with pride that his family is growing.

If you did try to escape, Blitzø may suggest cuffing you to Loona.

At the apartment you're cuffed to some furniture.

At the I.M.P HQ you're kept cuffed in a backroom.

Loona may be awkward as she isn't the most intense yandere herself.

She's apologetic for everything, all while Blitzø is praising her and trying to encourage her obsession to do the same.

Loona may feel guilty for the life her obsession now has to endure.

When you two are one on one, she tries to encourage you in your new life.

She knows she shouldn't do this... that you should be set free... but...

She... doesn't want you to leave now, actually–

Admittedly... She likes keeping you at the apartment.

She likes "dating" you.

She likes working with you.

Her father just wants to help...

For once she'll take this gift.

[passionateseadruid]

Snake King's Bride 12

The one with the bird

Content Warning: No this has nothing to do with friends. Also there will be some mentions off all the shit Lucifer has put the reader through (as well as some Lilith criticism).

"Same time, next week?" The therapist ushered you out. She was a infestor/candle-head hybrid. Her blue hair bobbed in the long fishtail braid she had it in. Part of it was tied into two cat buns as her bangs swept around to the side of her head. Her "candle" was a little anglerfish antenna with a bright purple flame at the end of it. She wore a long, black and white, tartan patterned dress with a white shirt underneath. Her hooves here a deep, rich blue and her pastel blue eyes had horizontal pupils.

"Yes... that would be nice..." Your speech was monotone as you stepped toward the limo. Styx drove you here for your first ever therapy session with Dr. Lumine. You spent the entire hour just trying to get to know the nice lady. The people in the sloth ring were far often nicer than any other ring you found.

The pastel pink sky should have felt like a cozy blanket wrapping you in content, it's what everyone would expect, but instead it was a cruel reminder of the golden cage you'd be headed back to. It felt like a steak through the heart. Everything around made you feel melancholic. The floating islands were a far cry from the industrial skylines of the pride ring; the waterfalls flowing from the sky were whimsical and charming unlike the more gritty and realistic circles of hell; the further away you were the more the inevitability of your return loomed over your head.

You slipped into the back of the limo and curled into the ball. Her pastel yellow, lace up shorts hung low on her waist and shifted against her white denim bodice. She had no idea why Lucifer insisted on dressing her up like a duck every day or almost every day. Wearing white became a more common occurrence for you ever since Fenrir came into your life. You didn't know if Lucifer's latest obsession was triggered by the encroaching date of your wedding or if he just liked to dress you and Fenrir as a mother and baby duck. Maybe it was a bit of both.

You looked up at Styx. You felt so compelled to ask them to drive you somewhere. This might have been your only chance. They would take you... they had to understand what you were going through! They literally showed you the horrors of the extermination despite Lucifer's clear instructions.

"Styx...?" Your voice shook. Your heart raced and you clenched your shorts in your fists. What if they refused.

"Yes?" They responded quickly.

"I have somewhere I want you to take me..." You recited the address. "...Will you take me, there?" You asked warily. 

The car sat in an uncomfortable silence for so long. It didn't move from the curb where they had parked over an hour ago. The sleek red exterior drew in a lot of attention from the Hellborn.

You shifted slightly. You felt yourself becoming acutely aware of the attention being drawn to you. "You know what? Forget it. Let's just go ho-"

They cute you off coldly. "I'll take you." They started up the car and you drove off. Styx tuned the radio trying to alleviate the tension wafting through the car.

The car was filled with a familiar melodic voice... "Inside of every demon is a rainbow..."

Styx grumbled something along the lines of "They need to stop replaying this to embarrass the princess."

You weren't paying that much attention as you drifted off into a nap.

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It was the 28th of November. You had been given one day to yourself in exchange for a date with Lucifer.

You and Nina walked into a building housing many freelance businesses. You went up to the fifth floor and walked into the office of the Immediate Murder Professionals.

"Hello? Hello…" You spoke cautiously.

"Who the fuck are you?" A Hell hound asked. She had long silver hair parting at one side and flopping over snow white fur. She seemed like a husky. Her right ear was cut in a few placed and her left was pierced. She wore an off the shoulder dark grayish-blue crop top.

"Oh shit! SIR! We have a client!" A small imp with a squeaky voice called into the room in the back. He had thick white and black strips on his jagged horns. His hair was a powder white, and his clothes resembled an opera conductor (or maybe a little butler). His legs were crooked like his horns and you felt much sympathy for the poor little guy.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU ABOUT PROFESSIONALISM MOXXIE!!" A taller man(imp) yelled. He had red skin like the smaller imp "Moxxie", and the same thick strips. Though his started with black instead of white. His large horns curled back and you couldn't help but notice the strange heart on his forehead. His suit jacket had puffs on the side and he wore strange gauntlets on his wrists. "Afternoon Ma'am, my name is Blitzo the o is silent."

You tilted your head. "O?"

"Well sure it is! It's my name after all; I think out of anyone I'd know." He attempted to wrap his arm around you but Nina grabbed it and twisted it around. "OW OW OW!! CALL OF THE HUMPY GUARD DOG, BITCH!" He cried out.

Nina scowled. "Filthy imps like you give your people a bad name."

You intervened. "Nina, please let him go." You smiled pleadingly at her. She rolled her eyes and pushed Blitzo away. "I'm sorry about that Mr. Blitzo. My um... Fiance is rather protective of me, and he's the one who pays her bills so she goes by his orders."

"Fiance? Wait a minute... You're the kings new toy- I mean bitch- I mean... please don't hurt me." Blitzo's smile was tense as his eye twitched slightly.

You gave me a reassuring look. "I wouldn't dream of it."

He lead you to his office. Nina stood outside the door the whole time as you sat across from the 5'2" imp. "S-so what do you need miss?"

"No need for the formalities. I don't plan on sticking around for very long." You explained as you set the briefcase on your lap and started to fiddle with the lock.

He gave you a surprised look. "You... you don't?"

You scoffed. "Why would I? Nothing is binding me to this dump. The second you get me what I need the second I'm outta here!"

He looked at you like you'd grown a second head. "Look lady... I don't know how to tell you this but... once you die, you're stuck here. Forever. Not just here in Hell but the Pride Ring."

You rolled your eyes. "I know. I've heard. I think you'll be changing your tune in well... however long it takes you to find my guy."

"Don't worry we're professionals! But tracking will cost you extra cause we have to send our little Loonie out into the field. But rest assured we'll have him killed in a week tops." He boasted.

"I think you've misunderstood. I don't want you to kill anyone-" He cut you off.

"Lady, we're assassins. The Immediate Murder Professionals. That's our whole thing. We kill any asshole that's wronged you in life." He deadpanned.

You mirrored his expression with your own. "I don't need someone dead. I need someone found. I heard you were freelancers."

He shrugged casually. "We can but it'll cost you-" You opened the briefcase and showed him the fat stacks of cash. His face lit up like a christmas tree. "WELL BEND ME OVER AND FUCK ME SIDEWAYS!!" Just as soon as the smile appeared, it fell into a scowl. "Don't actually try that. I have enough trouble keeping a 9 foot perverted bird off my sweet ass I don't need to used the Horny client Help button under my desk today!"

"Wha-" You looked at him in a mixture of shock, disgust, and confusion.

"Nevermind. Lady, you got yourself a Deal!" He took your hand and shook it.

"Okay. I need you to find me someone named Apollyon." You handed him the briefcase full of money. "And I'd like it done before the wedding."

Blitzo eagerly took the case. "Right right we got it!" He said as he shooed you out the door. You and Nina headed back to the car in a stiff silence. The air was suffocating. The tight walls of the elevator were closing in around you two. You had to ask... you had to know...

"Why don't you like him?" You peered over at her as she avoided your gaze at all costs.

"Because instead of treating all of the other hellborn as equals he's continuing to perpetuate harmful behavior against other hellborn races. Sometimes it feels like Ness and I are the only ones who actually want anything to get better." She vented her frustrations. "I get that imps are treated as the lowest of the low but if they are going to continue to traduce Succubi like that then relations between our kind are going to continue to get worse..."

"You know if you want to tell me anything-"

"I'll tell you everything when I'm ready."

You nodded. "Okay... You know, it takes a lot of bravery to open up like that. I'm proud of you for getting that out."

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The memory permeated your mind as Styx drove you deeper into the sloth ring. At least you knew they weren't taking you back to the Pride ring. Unless there was some other way up that you didn't know about. That was entirely possible, you suppose. Afterall, you had no idea just 4 months ago that the big bad devil was a 5'4" twink, or that the antichrist wanted to get sinners into heaven, or that Angels were being sent to massacre the lost souls. Everything you'd ever known was flipped on it's head and you had no idea what to do about it. You felt... lost... and alone...

Eventually they stopped at an old and spooky cottage on the outskirts of the ring. It was near a cliffside, where the grass had turned bronze and the sky was filled with black. Styx got out and you noticed that they hadn't turned the cars radio off... nor did they use the GPS...

You got out and decided to have a little look around. Over the edge of the cliff and beneath you there was just a void of darkness; no soul could survive in those mirky depths alone. You looked back up at the cabin; it was old and falling apart, but the place was kind of lovely in a gothic way. All the trees around the place were dead or wilting but the vines and thorny bushes that grew around it were plump and livelier than any other plant you'd ever seen before. They were shades of green you didn't think existed in nature. The main walls of the house were a faded yellow, while the accents like the roof shingles, the door, and the window frames were a dark chestnut color.

Styx grabbed your hand and walked you to the front door. They brought their hand up and slowly curled their fingers into a fist. Sweat beaded down their neck as they stood there for a few moments before knocking. It was silent after that... You looked around... wondering if you had the wrong address or worrying if you'd been scammed.

BANG!

The door flew open and there stood a 9'8" foot tall raven... man? His head was that of a raven and his limbs were talons but he stood like a man, he dressed like a man, he acted like a man. He sported a deep purple robe around his shoulders and an off white, deep-cut, silk blouse that ruffled just above his tight black pants that held buttons running down the sides of his calves. He gasped when he saw the two of you and you noticed how his feathers puffed out the opening of his shirt as if they were trying to gasp for air themselves.

Before you could do or say anything the raven scooped up Styx into his arms and held them against his chest. "Oh, my child has finally come home!" He cried out.

"Hi dad..." They squeaked out, clearly wanting to be let go.

"WHAT?!" You stepped back in surprise.

Styx pulled themselves out of the raven's grip and turns to me. "My lady. This is Apollyon Avyssos, My father, and the traitor of the Ars Goetia."

"Okay... I was not expecting that. Wait was that why you were so weird about Renesmee, Nina, and me researching the Ars Goetia? And is that why Lucifer took you in? And is that why you're just... so different from other Imps that you literally give off this... this aura!?" Your eyes widened in realization.

They looked down sheepishly. "Yeah... I'm sorry to have kept this from you."

"I'm... I'm fine. You didn't need to tell me... this is just a lot to take in. And Mr. Avyssos, I need you help." You looked up at him pleadingly.

"Of course, little lady." He grabbed your hand and kissed it.

You felt your face flush as you pulled your hand away. "Um... yes well we should get inside and talk."

He brought you two in and settled you both on the couch. His home was filled with books. Every wall was a bookshelf in this little one room cottage. on the left was a small kitchenette with some herbs hanging in the window. His bedroom was on the right with a very long, very thin bed with a door you assumed to be the bathroom connected at the foot of the bed. In the middle held an old, blue, fabric couch with a design a grandma would have in her house. Next to an old brick fireplace was a similar looking recliner.

"So what do you need, little lady?" Apollyon asked you in a charming voice as he sat down in the recliner.

You took a breath and then spilled your guts. "I need you to help me run away from Lucifer. He kidnapped me, is forcing me to marry him, tried to force me to love him and broke down into tear when he realized he went to far, threatened my entire family, and is constantly touching me without my consent! And all because I put on this stupid ring!"

Apollyon looked at you in shock. Then out of nowhere he knelt in front of you and grabbed your hand to start examining the ring. "This ring?"

"Yeah!" You continued on your tirade. "And the worst part is the fact that he is constantly comparing me to Lilith! It's almost as if he's trying to turn me into her! I don't want to be used as some freaky sex puppet to live out his weird desires with!"

"Little lady, I think there's some things you need to know..." Apollyon stood up and grabbed a book from the mantel. It had dozens on news paper articles about the difference that your deal with Lucifer in fixing up the Rings off Hell had been going. Asmodeus and Bee had already done a lot to try to improve Lust and Gluttony from the suggestions that you had made and the other sins had at least on the surface started to treat hellborn better. It caught you off guard. You had no idea that you could have this much impact in just a few months. "Little lady, you have an enormous impact on the system of hell. Thousands of people are counting on you. If Lucifer and the other Sins were acting like this when I was your age... well... maybe I wouldn't be where I am now."

"What do you mean?" You looked up at him with big, sad eyes.

"When I was your age I was tasked with guarding any and all artifacts that could open portals into the living world. See, back in my day you couldn't just flutter your eyes at Asmodeus and get a crystal to take you to Earth. You had to either be summoned or you had to send an official report to Lilith to have it approved. Lilith didn't like the hellborn, though. Every single attempt of theirs that didn't come with a recommendation from one of the Sins—or even more rare as a direct order from the big boss of Hell himself—Lilith vetoed. I believe she even set up the current system as it is today... or at the very least she didn't do anything to stop it. I haven't the foggiest idea why she seems to despise those creatures so much but she does." He looked away trying to wrap his head around it but he merely sighed, she could feel the weight of this unanswered problem finally starting to crack and wear the poor man down.

He continued with his story. "Anyway, so when I was about your age there was this beautiful imp woman who dreamed to go to the human world. She wasn't the strongest, and she had a weak tolerance for pain, so her only hope was to prove that she could serve Lilith's cause of smiting Adam's kin. However, all her attempts were vetoed. It got to the point she came to me directly." His smile was strained but overflowing with love. "You would have loved her. She was the cutest little thing I've ever met. Her long, shabby black hair tied into a pretty braid that just barely swept the floor as she walked... her ruby red skin... her beautiful little horns that looked exactly like our child's... Oh and her adorably little navy blue sundress she wore when we first met... her big teary eyes as she pleaded with me." His face grew a darker hew as he talked about the woman he once loved, almost as if he was blushing.

He cleared his throat and continued. "Well anyway, when she came to me I felt compelled to help her, so I brought her to earth despite knowing the consequences. She adored the place. She frolicked through the grass and the river. She played with butterflies and birds and... she no longer wanted to live by Lilith's rules, and frankly neither did I. We decided to keep meeting up and exploring the world of man together. We fell in love during the course of our dates and we decided to get married. However, this is when the Goetia and the Royal family discovered our little secret. They were going to banish me to earth but Lilith wanted to make an example out of me. My love, Anastasi, well... she wasn't about to let me go so easily so she decided to run away with me. Our love transcended the bounds of class and nobility and our roles in society. She wasn't a tough soldier and I wasn't an impartial guard. If we had someone to fight for us and our love... well maybe things could have been different."

...

This was so much to take in. "I... I have no idea what to say." You said as you sat there motionless.

He looked you in the eyes as he told you this next part. "I understand the desire to leave. And... maybe it is the morally right thing to do... see as someone who worked for Lilith for a long time I know her magic anywhere. She put a curse on that ring you're wearing right now. It's making Lucifer go insane with love for you. His actions are his own and they are reprehensible, but he wouldn't be doing this if he didn't have her curse over him."

You were stunned. This both made sense and was totally ludicrous. "But... why? Why would she do that?"

"I assume she was jealous and thought Lucifer was trying to replace her. I mean... he was going to give another girl a ring. Even if he meant it as completely platonic it is still cause for worry."

You looked at him skeptically. "And how exactly do you know all this?"

"I... may have accidentally given the man who stuck the deal with Lucifer the idea in the first place... Look he saw me eating a man who was disemboweling children and he got it in his head to summon the Devil. It could have happened to anyone!" He defended himself. He then gives her a box. "I did think something bad would happen so I created this pendant to counteract any negative effects the ring might bring you. This should bring him down to a normal state or as normal as Lucifer can be. However, you could get him to remove the ring and lift the spell entirely."

You opened the box and saw that inside was a locket with a raven carved into the front. "So... either I can stay here and help the hellborn at the cost of Lucifer's autonomy... or I can give him back his personhood... but he might cast me out in shame of what he's done."

Apollyon looked at you sympathetically. "Well, yes... I'm sorry to put you in this situation."

Styx finally piped up. "What are you going to do? The choice is yours..."

[platinumrosetail]

Hi it me 🪿 sorry it took me so long work kicking my ass.

Can I have a yandere playtonic Millie , bilzto, stolas, Luna x female trun demon child reader

Where the reader got to hell cuz well I leave that idea to you and then Millie bilzto and stolas and Luna found them and is like my demon baby now and rise them

Sorry if anything is missing spells so many day at the ER. But I have a couple day's off for Much need sleep and relaxing and doing chores lol have a wonderful day sweetheart

Sure! And you’re fine. I’ll do what I can with your lovely request.

Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere platonic characters, and others.

Characters: blitzø, loona, millie, and stolas.

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Blitzø:

You were hypnotized by some magician like criminal to do bad things as the criminal thought that no one would believe a child do his deeds for him.

Well that ended up you dying in one of the crimes he had forced you to do and so you ended up in hell.

He met you when he was getting some food for him and loona.

He didn’t ask about how you’re here or where’s your parents if your were born here, he just took you with him to the apartment he owns, saying how you’re now his daughter which greatly startled you about how sudden he was about this decision without even knowing you.

He learned what happened while you were still alive and then grew overprotective as many demons who died in the human world is more powerful than the hell-born demons so he doesn’t want you to get used again like when you were alive.

He spoils you like he does with loona and buys you a lot of stuff, while he buys stuff he makes sure to buy a tracker just in case you go missing or get lost or other situations.

He’ll make sure you’re safe and sound, making sure to keep you close to him even at I.m.p office.

Loona:

You were kicked out of the orphanage and died stealing some food.

Loona was just walking down the street after getting a hell version of Starbucks when you appeared in front of her in your new demon form still a child.

She was shocked to see a child being in hell but anything is possible.

She decided to take you home which surprised her as she wouldn’t do it but you just seemed to spark her interest especially with how she knows how hell would treat a young child like you.

She soon learned your backstory and she kinda related but it looks like you got the short end of the stick unlike her.

She secretly likes that blitzø easily took a shine to you but doesn’t show it, she also gets you gift she thinks you might like like a wolf doll.

She’ll be overprotective of you when out and will bite off anyone heads who decides to try and mess with you.

Millie:

Your family were murders so being in their family made you go to hell after you had died unexpectedly young.

You bumped into her after you get sent to hell and she just couldn’t let you survive on your own especially since you’re in hell and won’t go far unless you know what you’re doing.

So she took you to her apartment she shares with her beloved husband.

Moxxie wasn’t expecting his wife to bring home a child but after being explained how you got here he caved in and soon became your dad.

She makes sure you have everything you need and teaches you everything you might need to know along with some things she learned on her family’s farm.

She and moxxie both take you to work so you know both blitzø and loona, sometimes you’d be babysat by them when the two wants alone time.

She’s overprotective of you as she is of her husband and would do anything to keep you and him safe and sound.

Stolas:

You actually accidentally summoned him when finding one of his more easier summoning rituals so you and him became friends as you were lonely with how you had no friends.

He took interest you and started teaching you things like math and other useful thing you might need in the future.

He decided that you were perfect to be his daughter and know that you would get along with Octavia but he worries on what Stella would do when she finds out about you so he’ll have to do something with her and soon.

The way he had you be taken to hell was possess you and kill your parents though that was a bit tricky as their always working but thankfully he figured out when they be off work and home.

After he had you kill your parents he made you kill yourself so you could come down to hell and be his child.

He already taken care of Stella and made it look like a assassination attempt on him but she was hit, thankfully his blitzy and his friends did a wonderful job doing it too.

Your young mind didn’t comprehend or remember how he had possessed you and had killed your parents and yourself which he was thankful for as he means you still see him in a good lighting even with the new demon look you had gain. You and Octavia got along alright, though she didn’t understand why her father did what he did but didn’t really question as everyone in hell is demons and there’s a lot of things that have happened so it was best not to question things.

(A/n: I hope you liked it 😁!! Also this person will only be the person that will be able to use the anonymous feature as I’m tired of all the people requesting something but not following my rule and I won’t be able to contact them, reason why only this person is allowed is because my friend knows them and can contact them for me so do please make sure to read my rules before you request thank you. Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[froggywritesstuff]

gonna start writing for helluva boss and hazbin hotel

[kittenmey-rin]

Yandere Loona x Y/n

Loona: Darling, where are you, and if you are trying to date another girl, you will be in trouble.

Y/n: *is hiding in the hotel room while panting in & out* Hope Loona won't find me in here.

Loona: *giggles* You can hide, but you can't run.

Y/n: Uh-oh.

Loona: *looks at your shadow under the door, breaks the door wide open, and grabs you tightly* Found you.

[theyanderespecialist]

Girlfriends At Pride 🌈🏳‍🌈 Yandere Lesbian Loona X Girlfriend Listener #l...

[chanceisntalive]

🫀Introduction🫀

About me:

Hello! You can call me Chance, and I am a 16 year old in my junior year of high school. My intrests include; Writing, horror, dark topics, drawing, crafts, and some franchises. I understand some people arnt comforatble with minors so you may block me if you so choose! I’ll allow both adults and minors to follow me, and I’m willing to have some Mutuals! (Nobody under 13 or over 18 please :) ) I also have ADHD so posting will be random, I get burnt out at times but will try to post atleast once a month :)

What I will write for:

Fandoms: Hazbin hotel, Helluva boss, Fnaf, creepypasta and you can ask if I can write any others and I’ll let you know.

This account will mainly be writing dark topics such as Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, gore, and just general unhealthy things that are BY NO MEANS acceptable in real life, but this is fiction, and if you can’t distinguish between this and reality I advise not reading this stuff. But yes mainly horror, dark topics, maybe some suggestive but no smut, and definitly no noncon. I’m willing to write a lot of things as long as it’s not: smut, pedophilia, beastiality, just plain gross. I can write some normal/fluffy stuff, but here is mainly horror, and my requests are open! Please once again note I am a minor, but am open to writing a lot of things :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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[starconstruction]

Ok!! I would love to see something with Choerry!! I can suggest tags I would particularly love, but plot I would have to brainstorm 😅

Tags: Heavy impregnation(!!!!!!!!), belly bulge, squirting&multiple orgasms, deepthroating, nipppleplay/breasfeeding, thighjobs/feet. I saw you like yandere. Maybe some heavy jealousy?

Literally anything you’d like !!

Plot suggestions are here just cause I’d feel bad just asking for a member and you doing all the heavy creative writing (but please do anything you’d like with it if you have an idea you want!!): coworker lip makes choerry jealous, forcing her to make m!reader remember who she belongs to.

Or maybe she tags along with? Anything you desire!! Hope to read it someday!

Thanks

Jealous Loving Partner

Yandere Choerry x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: Impregnation, multiple orgasms (both people), foot worship, foot job, feet kink, deepthroating, edging, belly bulge, squirting, creampie, riding, nipple sucking.

Crazy first ask, thank you for submitting! I hope it is up to your standards, I only feel a bit of shame.

WC: 2046

not proof read

The monotous clicking of your keyboard resonated through the sterile office, scents of an overabundance of old paper, laying anywhere and everywhere there was space, on the tables, on the floor, in cabinets. The intense workload was stressing you beyond relief. You were one of the only few employees left at this ungodly hour, it paid extraordinary amounts of money, but 80 hour work weeks has their toll on your body.

You sipped on your coffee, the comforting taste of dirt filled your mouth. It was disgusting however it gave you vital energy. Only one more hour and you can finally go home to your loving partner, Choerry. You two had been together for a little over 4 years, she was quite intense. Only a penny drop away at any moment, her messages frequently popped up. She could message you 10-20 times an hour and would get sad if you didn't respond to every single one. But apart from being a bit obsessive she was perfect.

You were engrossed in your work, ignoring the bright bursts of light that radiated from your phone, desperate to finish those projects that haunted you, a gentle hand pressed against your shoulder, distracting you from your goals. It was your coworker, you knew very little about her. Her brown hair laid flush on her shoulder, she was wearing a grey cardigan, shoulders exposed as she looked at your computer.

"Hey, sorry to bother you. Y/N right?" She said, voice quiet as she got your attention.

"Yeah, what do you need?" You replied, pulling away from your desk to give her your full attention.

"I have an issue with my computer, I'm on graveyard shift so I cant call someone else later, you're really my only hope." She looked down at the ground, giving a pleading smile.

"Sure I'll help"

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What you hoped would be a small few minute job ended up being an entire hour long venture, the computer locked her with violence and aggression. Kim Lip, she said her name was. Her conversation was light as you two sprung words between each other, leaving work to the side as you fought tooth and nail to get this working.

Your shift was over, you being able to finally get out this office for the next few hours. "Alright Kim Lip, I'm out for the night." Slinging your bag over your shoulder, getting ready to leave when she stopped you. "I'll walk with you" she said. Coming behind you as you two left the building.

Your jaw dropped, Choerry was waiting for you outside. Staring daggers into you and Kim Lip, her feet digging into the ground, stomping as she dragged you away from her. "Piss off" she barked, venom spitting out of her words. Kim Lip looked at you in confusion as you got put into the passengers seat of the car.

Choerry opened the driver's seat as she clambered in, the air filled with tension. You watched in fear as she turned on the car. The music cranked all the way up, her face was an unreadable anger. Not sparing you a glance as you two sat in painful silence. You were in for it the second you got home.

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Choerry pressed you into the wall of your shared bedroom, her body resting against you as she pulled your clothes off, fabric teared as she grabbed your shirt with reckless abandon. Buttons popped out as her hand gripped your chest, squeezing and groping every part of your torso. "Who the fuck was that?!" she growled, her teeth biting into your neck as you gasped in pain. "Are you fucking cheating on me with that whore?!" she continued.

"What? Choerry she's my co-worker." You said, trying to soothe her unrelenting anger. Choerry's biting got even sharper, blood drawing on everywhere her teeth dug into. "I don't fucking believe you!" Her hands playing with your pants as she shoved them down with your underwear in one fell swoop.

Her hand roughly stroked your cock, aggressively going up and down with no care for your pleasure. "Bet you wish it was her? She looked pretty maybe you wish it was her!" Choerry shouted, pumping her hand on your dick. Pained gasps left your mouth as she showed no signs of slowing down. "Choerry I-" She cut you off. "Shut up! You will take what I give!"

Her eyes stared up at you, intense orbs of anger. Her lips brushed against your tip, taking you into her awaiting mouth as she bopped up and down, licking your dick from the tip to the base, her blonde hair fired everywhere as she kept sucking, heavenly sensations shot over your cock, your hands desperately grabbing onto the wall. Fearing what would happen if you dare touched her.

Choerry's lips pressed against your crotch, breathing in your scent as your cock laid jammed in her mouth, drool formulated all over you as it started to overflow, dripping out the corners of her lips, landing on your balls as she held you there, your dick fully wrapped in Choerry's mouth.

She finally pulled away, giving you a second of respite from the luxury of her mouth. Her anger still fully visible, you were in the eye of the storm. Her hands braced you as she thrusted you into her mouth once more. Much rougher than before, gagging all over your length, vibrations pulsing on your tip, her head game was divine. You felt your orgasm on the verge of the horizon. "Choerry darling I'm going to cum!" as soon as those words left your mouth, her mouth withdrew. The sensation of being edged burned, leaving a painful singe in her absence.

You couldn't begin to complain as your body was thrown onto the bed. Bouncing against the mattress as your body landed in the middle, Choerry approached the bed, swaying her hips as she got to the edge. She looked so hot, a beacon of danger and desire. Her hand reached into her bed compartment, pulling out a gleaming pair of handcuffs. Trapping you against the bed.

"Baby, you need to make up for your cheating." Her hand ran up and down your chest, goosebumps coated your body as you shuddered.

"I didn't chea-" A strong force came down on your face. "I said no talking!" Her actions brought fear to you, Choerry has always seemed possessive but this was so out there. You swallowed your saliva as she took off the lower half of her clothes, throwing them everywhere and anywhere.

She sat down on your legs, crushing them slightly as she Choerry's feet pressed up against your nose, the intense stench of sweat filled your nostrils, her soles rubbed against your lips, the salty taste of sweat lingered on your mouth as she kept playing with your mouth. "Clean them off, show me how much you love me" She beamed a terrifying smile as your tongue went up and down, tasting more of her sweat as you lapped her feet clean.

Choerry jammed her foot into your awaiting mouth, swirling your tongue around her toes, wiping the dirt away as you gave her what she wanted. The loss of power intoxicated you as you took every action, her other foot trailed your body, finding it's way to your shaft. Still rock hard and throbbing as she grinded her foot all over it. Muffled gasps combined with gags as her foot pressed against the back of your mouth.

Her foot rubbed you violently, the sensation too much to handle as she got off on your misery, your loving partner turning into a demon in the bedroom. Choerry's foot withdrew from the depths of your mouth, saliva dripping on your chest as you caught your breath. "Good boy! You are being so good." She wrapped both her feet around your length, working harmoniously as she grinned, the feeling of her soles was soft and undeniably perfect. Bucking your hips under the pressure of Choerry's nonstop actions, the familiar feeling of the orgasm trying to come out yet again, her feet rubbed your balls and you felt seconds from unloading.

"No. You don't have the right." Her voice laced with a thick venom as she channeled her inner sadism, feet withdrawn as she got off your legs. You whined when she left the room, forcing you to lay there and contemplate your feelings. She was back promptly, the rest of her clothes removed. Holding something in her hands.

"You see these?" Her hand revealed a set of pills. You gulped. "That's right honey.. My birth control, I don't think we need them anymore. You'd agree right?" Panic seized your body as she stared at you, awaiting the correct answer. Your throat went dry as you thought about all the consequences of every possible answer. She wasn't just speaking from the loving woman she was usually, coming from a deep wish to have you by any means necessary.

"I'm waiting." She spoke bluntly, getting clearly frustrated as she stood there, this wasn't logical, wasn't normal. But deep down you wanted to take the next step with her. "Yes. Choerry. My love, let's go further." She smiled sweetly, throwing those pills into the wall as she approached.

Choerry straddled your body, right above your shaft as it pointed against her cunt, rubbing against her, getting the tip wet in her essence. A deep breath came from her mouth as her body lowered into yours. Her walls clamped down on you, the first inch being tortuous as she started to sink down, the sensation was overwhelming. Loud gutteral moans came from your lips as Choerry started screaming, "Fuck... My love! Your dick is so good, I love you!" she gasped, bouncing up and down violently as the bed shook. "I love you!"

Her fingers dug into your chest, leaving red marks as you met her halfway, skin slapping as your crotches connected. You knew you weren't going to last very long after her precious edging. She could sense your closeness as you thrusted more irregularly, "That's right baby, make me a mommy! Cum in me!" She let out a satisfied moan as you shot your load into her pussy, giving her the present she wanted. "Hmmm that feels good.. Your cum is so warm.." Her body gasped, she kept bouncing despite your sensitivity. Pain erupted all over your body for the 5th time today.

"Choerry please.. Slow down" Your voice was pained as you laboured to speak, it seemed to only spur her on as she kept bouncing, even stronger as she started gripping on you even more intensely. "Fuck fuck! I'm gonna cum baby!" She shouted as your shaft fucked your cum further into her. Large amounts of her liquid shot over your shared bed as she came undone.

She held herself there as she let you relax, no thoughts were in your head as you breathed in the shared scent of sweat and sex, your hands laid on your bed as Choerry smiled at you. "I think you can go another round yeah? Really make sure I get pregnant" You really couldn't go another round, but her smile was so disarming. Nodding as she started picking up the pace. You ignored the burning sensation in your loins as she moaned.

Choerry leaned forward, holding you up as she brought her breasts to your mouth, "Suck on my nipples baby, imagine how full they'll be when you knock me up." Her voice was glazed over as you took her left boob into your mouth, sucking on her bountiful bosom, her skin slightly sweet to the taste as she arched her back. "Fuckk keep sucking, right there." Her hands pressed into the back of your head, clinging onto strands of your hair.

Your orgasm hit like a tsunami as you shot another load into her awaiting body, biting her nipple as you doused it in saliva. Your orgasm triggered a chain reaction, another douse of her squirt hit the bed. She removed your hungry mouth from her breasts, smiling. Her stomach was bulging with your load, completely stuffing her.

"You are mine, completely now baby. No more co-workers."

She was batshit insane, but she was yours, and you were hers.

[theautisticwriter]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Helluva Boss Masterlist!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

key:

✿=fluff

☁︎=angst

❦=romantic

★=platonic

✧=yandere

red=oneshot

blue=headcannons

green=scenario

♡Blitzø♡

♡Moxxie♡

♡Millie♡

♡Loona♡

♡Stolas♡

♡Asmodeus♡

♡Fizzarolli♡

♡Multi♡

yandere! love letters ❦ ✧

♡Poly♡

[sisyphus-hye]

MASTERLIST

Smuts

Tzuyu's Question

Love Is Nothing- Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (Cruel Femdom Wony)

Hyeju's Milk

Karina Solo Fic

Phone Sex With Heejin

Reactions/Headcannons/Scenarios

Taeyeon reaction to you being a mutant

Poly Chuu and Yena

Yandere Yves

Odd Eye Circle reacts- When their S/O is depressed

Tzuyu w/ a small s/o

What Red Velvet Love About You

Fighting Uphill (siyeon)

Heejin reaction- conquering your fear of heights

How my heart sings (Dami)

IZ*ONE when their S/O is a director

Fallen Angel, Risen Again (Sunmi)

The ones we love (Haseul)

Taeyeon reaction to you being an athlete

LOONA yyxy reaction to you getting snapped

Twice reaction to you getting sick

gf hyunjin

[yanderes-galore]

This is sort of a collab between me and @okchijt as we were discussing this on Discord while I was writing this. I'm in a watch party with them to watch Helluva Boss so... Here's some self indulgence about Blitzø :) Pacing is a bit everywhere due to our conversation process. Here's the pure brainrot!

Please Read Trigger Warnings For Mature Themes, The moment you click Read More you have consented to seeing this content.

Yandere! Blitzø Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Gaslighting/Blackmail, Trauma, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Fear of attachment/vulnerability, Enabling behavior, Jealousy, Delusional behavior, Mentions of Death, Paranoia, Poor mental health, Swearing, Mature content, Secret picture taking, Violence/Murder, Forced date, Blood, Threats, Guilt-tripping, Mentions of intimacy/Sexual content but nothing too graphic, Intoxication, Forced/Dubious relationship.

Word Count: 1446 words.

Blitz is an obsessive stalker yandere who is fiercely protective/controlling of his obsession.

The moment you leave his sight, Blitz has a tendency to panic.

He needs to know where you are and only trusts a select few people with you.

Said people are Loona, Millie, and Moxxie.

This is most likely an AU after Stolas and Blitz "break up".

In that case, Blitz may not trust Stolas around you.

Speaking of Stolas, said Owl Prince may be jealous and condescending towards you due to Blitz trying to be with you.

I'm going to be honest, Blitz would be a mess as a yandere.

His whole life he's wanted that domestic sort of life with his obsession.

He craves connection, even if he originally tries to push you away.

But if you manage to stay despite what he says... then you have a clingy Imp on your hands.

He's known you for awhile, be that as one of his employees or a close friend who sticks around despite what he says.

The obsession probably starts in this concept with you comforting him about Stolas.

He's scared to let you in at first, not wanting to look vulnerable.

However, push hard enough and be there for him?

Well now he can't let you go.

Like... LITERALLY.

Blitz is surprisingly affectionate towards you once he's attached, both verbally and physically.

Blitz would want his obsession to get along with Loona, his adopted daughter.

Speaking of which, Loona may be a subtle manipulator or step in if you decide to neglect to turn on Blitz.

Especially if it benefits her.

Moxxie would be concerned for the relationship between you two.

He may try to speak up about it, but the others would shut him down.

Which would cause him to just... stay quiet despite your feelings.

Although, Millie would enable everything, thinking the bond you have is cute.

When Blitz turns obsessive, Moxxie may be your only ally.

Moxxie tries to ease your worries, he genuinely wants to find a way to help both you and Blitz.

However... Blitz would be so UPSET if he saw you so close to Moxxie.

He has a fear of losing you, while he knows Moxxie won't steal you from him... he hates you being close with others.

As a result, Blitz may isolate you socially... or insert himself into everything you do with others.

For example, if you were clubbing... he's coming to.

Anywhere you go, he'll be there... be it out of sight or right by your side.

He's so obsessive with the idea of a "healthy" relationship, he completely forgets the fact he is actively messing up the only somewhat normal relationship he has again... since you've been with him through nearly everything already, he's blind to his actions.

What doesn't help is no one but Moxxie points out the issues.

Definitely bans any sort of mention of Stolas in I.M.P.

He doesn't want you or anyone bringing up his past relationships as he wants to move on with his new beloved.

He genuinely thinks you're his perfect match and refuses to hear anyone else out on it.

Blitz is normally really clingy and hard to get rid of, so he usually doesn't need to resort to kidnapping.

However, if he did, he'd lock you in his apartment with max security.

Going back to Loona, she'd pity you a bit but not actually help you.

In fact, she's literally the guard dog for Blitz.

You won't be able to leave as Loona can hear every movement you make.

If you're caught, she'll tell Blitz, or convince you to go back to bed beside Blitz on the couch.

It would be hard to even leave the couch as Blitz practically digs his claws into you and clings to you as he sleeps.

If you worked with him, you'd slowly be unable to go on missions since the job is so dangerous.

In fact, Blitz may keep you with Loona, it's unknown who's babysitting who though.

He may not care much about his own safety, but he cares a lot about you.

He'd probably break if you died on him.

Speaking of which, Blitz has already lost a ton of people in his life anyways.

If you, the only person who genuinely gave a shit, died on him?

You can bet he just... never recovers.

Not even the others can fix him.

Which is why he is so insistent on hiding you away.

Blitz would hate it if you neglected him affection, clinging to you like you're his only lifeline.

If you eventually caved and gave him affection, even out of pity, he'd break down in your arms.

That way he thinks you love him back... and he just wants to be loved.

Blitz would stalk you constantly, taking pictures and recordings along with following you wherever you go.

Human, Hellborn, Sinner, whatever... he'd follow you everywhere no matter where you went.

Be that another layer of Hell, or the human world, he just needs to be near you.

Your status and species of demon/human would change the dynamic between you and Blitz in some ways too.

He may even baby you, he isn't trying to be condescending, but he just...finds babying you cute.

Blitz is extremely manipulative, he may even be the type of yandere to gaslight or blackmail you into staying with him.

He'd guilt you into staying with him by saying "you're the only one that bothered to help him".

If he was drunk, he'd start rambling about how you helped him... essentially starting to trauma dump on you.

If you tried to point out the issues in your relationship with him, he'd act like there's nothing wrong.

If you tried to leave him and guilting doesn't work, he's find dirt on you and blackmail you into staying beside him.

Blitz would force you onto little dates (Like horse riding).

He's thinking you two are having fun, in reality you probably aren't.

Honestly, would it even be a Blitz concept if I didn't mention violence or murder in some way?

If you got hurt on a mission, Blitz would lose it.

No one would need to help him, he'd single handedly slaughter everyone around him.

By the time the bloodbath is over, he's covered in the stuff and immediately pulling you close.

He'd coo over you, telling you there's no need to worry... he took care of it.

That would most likely be when he'd pull you off missions, too.

If he ever lost you somewhere, he's threatening everyone for answers on your whereabouts.

You're so isolated with him there's barely any issue when it comes to "rivals".

Although, if he somehow sees you secretly speaking with someone other than him... he'd threaten them and if that doesn't work, he may attack them like some sort of feral cat.

Blitz would not blame his darling for anything, he's that delusional.

He thinks you could do no wrong and just blames those around you.

Obviously others are the problem, not him.

That includes Moxxie, as I can see him thinking Moxxie is trying to turn you against Blitz.

Ever seen scenes with Blitz being affectionate with Loona or the others?

Yeah, he's like that with you, but more intense.

He's practically all over you when it comes to affection.

Blitz sees everyone as a threat to his relationship with you.

Maybe not Millie or Loona, but that may include Moxxie.

It definitely includes Stolas due to his paranoia, he fears the prince will take you from him.

Striker would also count due to his motives.

I don't usually mention this in my concepts, but Blitz is sexually active.

He wouldn't force you into anything, but he's certainly needy when it comes to that.

Blitz wouldn't blame you too much if you called him Blitzo.

He'd calmly correct you, but treat it as a mistake and warn you not to do it again.

Blitz wants to know everything about his darling, both inside and out.

He may not say much about himself, but he'd nearly interrogate you about everything you like and dislike.

He wants to give the best gifts and foods for you since he adores you.

If someone ever hurt you in your past, or even the present, he'd just get revenge for you.

He'll make their fate slow.

Anything from a childhood bully or abuser, yeah they're gone.

Overall, Blitz comes off as a rather feral, intense, and clingy yandere.

You're stuck with him, like it or not, all so he can chase the companionship he never truly had in a long time.

[coldfanbou]

Kinkcember Final List

Here is the final list that I came up with. I replaced a few, in one case, because the request mysteriously disappeared (seriously, I went over the spreadsheet, and it just wasn't there). Please have a look at the final list, which has a variety of idols.

Loona-Heejin (gangbang)

Lua-Weki Meki (Exhibitionism)

G!P Jihyo (Maid)

Jennie-Blackpink and Jessi (tentacles)

Sheon-Billlie (roleplay)

Swan-Purple Kiss (stepcest)

Solar-Mamamoo (facial, massage)

Ryujin, Kim Jieun (GP)

Giselle and Winter (breastfeeding, lesbian)

Hayoung-Fromis 9 (Petplay)

Chaehyun-Kep1er (uniform kink)

Eunha (Humiliation, Impact play)

Hwasa (Body Worship)

IU (Cheating)

Actress Park Bo-Young (Size Kink)

Seulgi- Red Velvet (Lesbian)

Jeewon-cignature (Stepcest, titplay)

Nayeon-Twice (Breeding)

Jo Yuri (Free Use)

Karina, Yeji (GP, Swingers)

Arin Oh My Girl (Gangbang)

Jiheon, Saerom Fromis 9 (Watersports)

Sohee Alice (JAV)

Chaeyoung Twice (Pegging)

Sakura Le Sserafim (Mommy)

Somi (BDSM)

Momo and Sana Twice(Yandere)

Julie kiss of Life(Anal)

Mina Twice(NTR)

J StayC(Ropeplay)

Choerry Artms (Pregnant Sex)

[froggywritesstuff]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚

Loona x male!reader headcanons

Four AM | Loona x male!vampire!sinner!reader

Loona x male!vampire!reader headcanons

𝐅𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢

Fizzarolli x Asmodeus x male!reader headcanons

𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬

Fizzarolli x Asmodeus x male!reader headcanons

Rest | Yandere!Asmodues x g/n!reader

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

Hell is No Place for a Human | Yandere!Stolas x g/n!reader

don't hesitate to request any character/ship you'd like :)

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