#messy and unhealthy and intense

[anexplosionofchaos]

shin soukokus love IS the definition of parallels. softness on par with sharp edges and bickering. fighting violent and bloody and yet gently supporting each other. hating each other with every bone in their body yet loving eachother the same. simultaneously mending and scarring and violently clawing at eachother

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ number neighbor!satoru who's phone pinged one night.

hii number neighbor wna see my tits – the drunk text swam blearily in satoru's memory. he'd been hammered that night, just as you, but that message had cut through the haze. what the hell had he sent back?

oh, right. what any horny twenty-something loser would: a not-so-unsolicited dick pic. that's the ridiculously messy way your love story actually kicks off.

it snowballed from there. dumb, suggestive texts morphed into something more intense. "was thinking of u td" bled into "i need u so bad baby." he'd send you a shaky video of himself stroking to a nude you'd sent earlier, and you'd fire back a clip of yourself getting off to him getting off. a digital feedback loop of pure lust.

he's practically vibrating with need these days, phone permanently glued to his hand, high on every little thing you give him. satoru wasn't exactly a social butterfly before, but now?

forget it. his friends probably think he's fallen off the face of the earth. it's gotta be unhealthy, the sheer number of times he's jerked himself raw for you, right?

and yet, he couldn't care less. he'll happily lose hours tangled in his sheets, fisting his hard, veiny cock, chasing another desperate orgasm in the dark. the glow of his phone screen reflects in his slipping glasses.

trying to text and touch himself at the same time is his personal brand of hell, but you keep the messages coming anyway, guiding him with your words because you know he's reading every single one.

even though you can't really control what he does, satoru doesn't cum until you tell him to. on the really good days, you'll send a video of yourself completely undone. fingers slick and deep inside, rubbing that swollen little clit in circles, your moans and whimpers a soundtrack in the background.

the cherry on top is when you finally climax, that wet squirt hitting your phone camera. you send it with a casual hope ur happy now im gonna have to clean off my phone :/

his reply is instant: "yk if i were there i cld clean it up"

then, a beat later: "...with my mouth"

and again, just to be crystal clear: "if that wasnt a given"

it would be almost pathetic, how bad he is at flirting, if you didn't find satoru kind of endearing in his desperation. he's just relieved it never kills the mood.

your number neighbor has no idea what you look like, but if your pussy is that pretty, your face has to be something else entirely.

[cutehoons02]

Your favorite hot nerdy boy!

*pairing: hot nerdy idol Heeseung x writer Girl

*trope: brother best friend

*synopsis: What would happen if your crush from 4 years now found out that you wrote an extremely detailed one-shot and a little spicy with him as the protagonist? A disaster! Having a crush on Lee Heeseung was exhausting for you both because he was an idol, but also because he was your brother’s best friend and also because he was always surrounded by beautiful idols and fans who would do anything to attract his attention.

*tags: Lots of tension, Heeseung loves to tease the protagonist, slight wrinkling, possessive, jealous, both the protagonist and Heeseung are perverts, false shyness, a lot of kisses, fluff, masturbation (f. receives) unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) +18, reading of spicy scenes, fake innocent girl,pet names (good girl, princess,baby) (Hee)

(English is not my native language)

6.8k (🍬)

Sunghoon pt Jake pt

Heeseung was your favorite idol. He was your brother’s best friend, and to your bad luck, you had seen him debut and grow up with your brother. Every week, you had to see him on your social media, in the subway ads, on TV, and even when your brother made you some video calls. Lee Heeseung was always there.

That night, almost all the members had gone out to an event, and there was only Sunghoon with his girlfriend, Heeseung, and you, who had been visiting T/L Sunghoon’s girlfriend. Now they were spread out on the couch watching a movie, and you did not want to be a comfortable third.

You didn’t know exactly when it started. It was a silent crush, a little secret you had kept for years. You grew up watching Heeseung become more confident and brilliant on stage, always surrounded by beautiful and charismatic idols. Yet, every time you watched him in his natural habitat: the gaming chair, the messy hair, the focused expression while he played, your heart beat a little faster.

That night was no different. Sitting on the couch behind his you stared at Heeseung squatting in front of the computer, headphones that seemed to be glued to your ears, fingers flying on the keyboard as if he was orchestrating a digital symphony. On the table next to him, a tower of empty ramen bowls told the story of another intense gaming afternoon. Your gaze shifted from the figure of Heeseung to the computer screen, where digital characters moved frantically. He was immersed in the game, his hands dancing on the keys with an almost hypnotic precision. You stayed enchanted for minutes, even forgetting to scramble on the phone.

You didn’t understand what was so striking about Heeseung. It wasn’t just his appearance, although he was objectively charming. It was the contrast. The way he went from being the self-confident idol on stage to a simple and shy boy who got lost in video games and ramen.

«Do you like the show?» asked Heeseung suddenly, without taking his eyes off the screen.

You jumped, surprised by her statement. "W-what?"

Heeseung turned around just enough to show you his mischievous smile. «You were staring at me, princess. If you want to learn how to play, I can teach you, you know?»

You blushed and looked down at your phone, pretending to be busy. "I was just curious. It’s not that I’m interested in it so much."

«Mh-hm,» he did, raising an eyebrow as he returned to focus on the game.

Some notifications invade your field of view on the phone and you already know from which app they came: Tumblr. One evening months ago you downloaded the app out of curiosity and found #Enhypen x reader and there were thousands of one-shots on each member including your brother! , but as you were running you just like Heeseung’s and after weeks of reading stories about him you had the unhealthy idea to write one about him and published it on Tumblr under a pseudonym.

It was born as an innocent outburst, but by the time the story went viral - with hundreds of comments, reblogs, and likes you had experienced an explosive combination of embarrassment and pride. But no one knew that you were the author.

You heard Sunghoon’s girlfriend call you from the living room and went to her without taking your phone with you and this thing would have had repercussions that you didn’t even imagine or maybe, yes, only in your dreams.

You got up from the couch, stretching slightly. "I’m going to T/L. I’ll be right back."

Heeseung nodded distractedly, his eyes still glued to the computer screen as he dodged some virtual opponent’s attacks. He didn’t even notice that you had left your phone by the keyboard, with the screen still on; only when a notification sound caught his attention did he look down. The small blue Tumblr logo was shining in the top corner.

Tumblr?

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, more amused than anything. He knew that by now most girls read fanfiction about the famous one-shot, but that you even had an active profile that intrigued him a lot.

Another notification sound. A like. A comment.

"Wow, this story is fantastic! It’s so detailed! It seems the author knows Heeseung really well."

Heeseung slightly opened his eyes. Wait a minute. Like? Comments?

He looked at the screen and found the original post. And then he saw it.

Title: "Your favorite hot nerdy boy."

For a few seconds, he just stared at it, struggling between the urge to laugh and the one to feel vaguely offended. Nerdy. Pervy. Gamer Boy?

The smile spread over his lips as he opened the post. And when he started to read, he had to hold back a laugh.

The plot was simple, but so detailed that he had some doubts about your level of observation.

The story described him in his room, exactly as he was at that moment: sitting at his desk, immersed in video games, with a ramen tower next to it and his glasses slightly lowered over his nose. In the story, the protagonist entered the room timidly, finding him playing, and he, instead of ignoring her like any obsessed gamer, lured her to himself with a smile and then started provoking her.

-You wanna play with me, baby?" had said the pervy nerdy Heeseung, with a mischievous smile, before taking her wrist and pulling it on his knees. -

Heeseung covered his mouth with one hand so he wouldn’t burst out laughing. Baby. Knees. Nerdy. Pervy. What the hell was he reading?

He leaned a little more on the phone, scrolling through the comments.

"This is the version of Heeseung we needed, thank you for this pearl."

"Please tell us you will write a pt2l! We need more nerdy Hee ruining lives with her video games and dangerously sexy tone."

"Wait... why does everything seem so accurate? 🤨 Are you sure you don’t really know him?"

Well, that was the comment that really made him laugh. Because yes, you did know him. Maybe a little too well.

He let himself go on the chair, crossing his arms. So the small and innocent Y/n was not so innocent, eh? Not only did he read these stories, but he wrote them. And not on any generic idol. About him.

He heard footsteps approaching and just got around to putting the phone back where it was before you came in.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked, looking at him with suspicion as you sat down on the couch again.

Heeseung turned slowly to you, with a smirk on his face and eyes shining with fun. «Oh, nothing. I was just thinking...» He leaned against the back, studying it carefully. «Do you like gamers, Y/n?»

You stared at him for a second, confused. "What?"

He crossed his arms, leaning slightly forward. «I mean... Do you find charming the boys who spend nights playing, with glasses on the nose and a little bit of a husky voice for too many hours at the microphone? Maybe those who have a bit of a nerd side, but also a little... pervy?»

Your heart stopped. No. No, no, no.

Heeseung looked at you with that damned cunning smile, and suddenly you knew. Had he read? Did you look where you had placed the phone and it was upside down so he had rummaged in YOUR phone?

"Oh my God," you murmured, putting your hand to your mouth.

He chuckled. «No, no, go on. I’m curious. What happens next in the story? The nerdy pervy Heeseung keeps playing or...» He leaned over to you, lowering his voice. «Does he decide to have fun in another way?»

You jumped up, cheeks burning. "You read, didn’t you?! Oh my God, Heeseung!"

He moved before you could hit him with a pillow, laughing openly. «Hey, it’s not my fault that someone left their phone right in front of me. You shouldn’t have written such a good story.»

You were mortified. Destroyed. Could the floor open and swallow you, please?

Heeseung stood up, still with that damned amused air. «You know, if you wanted to write about me so much, you could have asked me for some more details.»

"I’m going to kill you," you hissed.

He laughed again, raising his hands in surrender, you wanted to leave that room and never see him again and you started to get up but Hee looked at you with a look. «Don’t go away Y/n, it’s not over for you!»

You sat on the couch, hands nervously entwined as you tried to concentrate on Heeseung’s computer screen.

The game that obsessed him so much seemed to her a jumble of colors, explosions, and strategies you didn’t understand, but at that moment the problem was not that.

The problem was that you couldn’t face him anymore and the most brazing thing was that you knew he was enjoying every second of your awkward expression, and the tense silence between you two was proof of how much he was having fun.

«Strange, eh?» broke the silence Heeseung, with his voice steeped in amusement.

"W-what?" He turned on the chair, leaning his elbow on the armrest and looking at you with glittering eyes. «You. You are always so sweet and innocent with everyone, the little sister that everyone wants to protect...» He took a dramatic pause before adding with a smirk: «...and then write one-shot hot about me?»

You’d sink into the couch, your face on fire. "They weren’t that hot and then I wrote one, not more!"

Heeseung burst out laughing. «Ah, so you admit that you wrote it?»

You opened your eyes wide, realizing the trap she fell into. "No! I mean, yes! I mean... Ugh!" You covered your face with your hands. "You shouldn’t have read it.»

«And I did but not quite,» he said, in a tone all too satisfied. Then he came slightly closer, folding his arms on the table and leaning towards you. «You know, I could tell your brother.»

You felt a shiver of panic across your back. "You wouldn’t do that."

«Oh, I would,» he replied, holding a grin. «I can already imagine the scene: 'Hey, did you know that your adorable little sister spends her time writing stories in which I’m a pervy nerd boy?'»

"I hate you," you hissed, glaring at him with your gaze.

«No, you don’t hate me», replied Heeseung, resting his chin on one hand. "In fact, according to Tumblr, you love me and have a little obsession with me!» You threw a pillow in his direction, but he blocked it with a laugh. «All right, all right. We can make a deal.»

"What kind of deal?" you said in a low voice because you already knew that it would not bring anything good

Heeseung leaned back into the chair, enjoying the moment. «If you don’t want me to tell your brother... you must read it out loud.»

You were speechless. "You’re joking."

He shook his head, the smile that did not seem to fade. «Not at all. I want to hear with what tone you described me.»

"No, absolutely not," you said, shaking your head in panic.

Heeseung shrugged. «All right. Then I’ll call your brother.»

You stepped up, reaching out to stop him. "Wait! You’re a real idiot."

«And you are indeed a secret writer,» he replied with a grin.

You had two choices: to die of shame in front of him, or to die of shame in front of your brother and probably all the members of Enhypen.

"Okay," you murmured. "I’ll read it."

«Perfect», said Heeseung, chin-leaning on his hands, ready to enjoy the show. «I want to hear every word, from first to last.»

You never thought it would end this way, yet here you are, forced to read your own one-shot hot... in front of the guy who inspired it.

You wanted to disappear. You wanted to take the phone, erase everything, run away, and forget forever that that night ever happened. But you knew that Heeseung wouldn’t let him.

He was still sitting in his gaming chair, phone in hand, scrolling through the words of his one-shot as if it were the best novel he had ever read.

«So... », he said with a small smile as he glanced at her. «Where had I been?»

You came close, trying to rip the phone out of his hands. "Give it back! You didn’t have to read it!"

Heeseung easily leaned aside, lifting his arm and moving the phone out of her reach. «Oh no, princess. Now I want to know how it goes and if you don’t read it I’ll read it for you, you promised otherwise I’ll tell everyone your dirty secret.»

He opened the text and, with a low and amusing voice, began to read aloud.

"He was sitting in his gaming chair, headphones around his neck and the controller still firmly in his hands. But when she came closer, he dropped it on the desk, taking it for life and making it sit on its legs..."

"Heeseung"

He did not stop. With an almost theatrical intonation, he continued:

"As he played, his hands slowly slid on her back, fingers tracing invisible paths across the thin skin of her shirt. It was a distracted gesture, but at the same time so intimate that you can’t breathe..."

Heeseung put down his phone and looked at her with a clever smile. «Interesting.»

"Enough, okay? You’ve had your fun," you mumbled, trying to grab the phone again.

But Heeseung stopped you, gripping your wrist gently. «Wait,» he said, in that low tone he used when he wanted to put you in trouble. «Have you ever been on a boy’s lap while playing?»

"What?!" you pulled your arm back as if his skin was scorched. "Of course not!"

He leaned against the back of the chair, clapping his hand on his thigh. «Do you want to try?» felt your face become glowing. "You are completely crazy."

«It’s not true», said Heeseung, laughing quietly. «I say only that it would be a shame to write these things and not test them in reality.»

Clenched your fists, trying to think of a clever answer, but the problem was that... You couldn’t say no. Because yes, the idea made you die of embarrassment, but it was also what you had written. Why did you write it, if you never thought you wanted it?

Heeseung looked at you, studying you as if he could read your mind. Then he tilted his head to one side. «Then?» close your lips. "No."

He didn’t answer immediately, but he glanced at you, looking at the way you were holding your phone in your hands, and how your breath was slightly more irregular. Then he smiled. «Lie.»

He made you think. "I’m not lying!"

«Mh-mh» he did, unconvinced. Then he reached out to you with a hand, without stopping looking into your eyes. «Come here, little writer.»

You stood still for a few seconds, torn between rationality and desire. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew that if you got close, you wouldn’t be able to pretend this was a game anymore; but in the end... you took a step forward. Then another one.

Heeseung took your hand and gently pulled you towards himself, guiding you to sit on his legs.

You held your breath. You felt the warmth of his body, the solidity of his arms that held you still. He settled down better in the chair as if it were the most normal thing in the world. «See? It’s not so strange.»

you did not answer, too busy to hear the beat of your heart go crazy. Heeseung came back to get the controller, turning on the game screen. With naturalness, without even thinking too much, he let a hand slide on your back, caressing it slowly, exactly as in the story and you shudder.

He smiled, he had noticed. «Do you like it?» he asked, his voice slightly lower.

You looked down, biting your lip. "Yes," you admitted, barely a whisper. Heeseung made a little satisfied sound, returning to focus on the screen and at the same time continued playing as if nothing had happened. But his smile said otherwise. because he wanted to drive you crazy and the game had just begun.

The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of the keys pressed and the ticking of the mouse while Heeseung, with one hand, continued to play. The other one, instead, was slipping lazily down your back, making little circles on your skin through the thin fabric of the mesh.

You were completely stiff in his arms, his cheeks burning, his heart beating so fast that you could hear it in your ears.

«Mh?» he said, as if nothing had happened, the warm breath that touched your neck. «You are so rigid. You must relax.»

"How can I relax if"

«Shhh,» he interrupted you, and with a slow movement, he took back his phone. «Where were we? Ah, right.» He cleared his voice, then began to read aloud:

"As the sound of the game continued to fill the room, he let slip a hand under her shirt, touching the warm skin on her side. Then he bent down and left a soft kiss on his neck, feeling the body shivering under his touch."

You stared and tried to get away, but Heeseung held you with a gentle but firm grip.

«Too?» he asked, with a funny smirk.

"Yes! Too much!" you exclaimed with your face on fire.

But Heeseung didn’t seem to want to stop. Instead, he slowly lowered the phone, tilted his head, and let his lips touch the sensitive skin on your neck just as described in the story.

You held your breath, a shiver passed through your back. "Heeseung... what are you doing?"

«I’m just following the plot,» he muttered against your skin, his voice slightly amused but also lower than usual.

Then, without saying anything else, he let his hand slip under the edge of your shirt, hot fingers touching your side, just like in history.

You wanted to disappear, you wanted to protest, but your body was betraying every single rational thought.

"Hee... I will..."

He stopped for a moment, his lips still close to his skin. «Do you want me to stop?» you stood in silence for a few seconds, desperately trying to find an answer.

Then, with a little voice, you admitted: "...No."

Heeseung smiled at your skin. «Good girl.»

The room was now immersed in an electric voltage. The sound of the game was now a distant memory; Heeseung had turned off everything, but not his fun.

With the phone in his hand, he kept reading the one-shot as his fingers slowly traced your warm skin under the shirt.

«Let’s see what happens next,» he muttered, in a low and slightly husky voice. «Ah, here we are...» 'He took her by the hips and turned her, placing her on top of him in a horseshoe. She stood on him, with her heart beating fast, while he grabbed her face and kissed her with arrogance as if he did not want to let her escape.'

Heeseung paused for a moment, looking down at her with a dangerous smirk. «Interesting. What do you say, princess? Should we try this part too?»

You opened your eyes wide, the body stretching out instantly. "Heeseung, no, it’s an unreal thing, I wrote it so much at random. Let’s finish here."

He chuckled softly, but there was something in his eyes that looked slightly darker than usual. «You always say no, but you don’t move.»

Before you could argue, you felt his hands gently clench your hips. In a moment, with almost humiliating ease, Heeseung lifted you slightly and turned you around, putting you on his horse.

You could feel Heeseung’s warm breath against your face, the way his hands were still resting on his hips, holding you there as if he wasn’t going to let go.

Your heart was beating like a drum. "H-Heeseung..."

He bowed his head, looking at you with those dark eyes that seemed to pierce her soul. «Tell me something, Y/n.» His voice was low and calm but with a shimmering edge of authority. «How long have you had a crush on me?»

You felt the heat explode in your face. No. No, you couldn’t admit it.

You clear your throat, trying to take a more confident tone. "Me? For you?" You laughed nervously, turning away. "Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t have a crush on you."

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, his lips curled into a sort of predatory grin. «No?»

"No," you said, crossing your arms to give you a sense of security. "And anyway... I may have also written a one-shot about the other members. You’re not as special as you think you are!"

For a moment, Heeseung said nothing. But then, without warning, your Tumblr profile started to scroll and after a few seconds, the screen lit up with one unique, unambiguous truth and put it in front of you.

There was only one shot on his profile. That.

Over 4,000 likes. Hundreds of comments. All about him.

Heeseung looked at you, and this time his smile was different. Darker. More confident. More... arrogant.

«Here I see only a one-shot and it’s on me, eh?» whispered, the voice steeped in satisfaction.

You wanted to die of embarrassment. "It was an accident," you murmured weakly.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. «Don’t lie, princess». Then, without giving you time to react, he grabbed your chin with one hand and forced you to look him in the eye, and for a moment the world stopped.

And then, Heeseung kissed you.

The kiss was not gentle, it wasn’t sweet. It was pure domination. Arrogant. Self-confident. His lips moved on yours with a confidence that made you tremble, as if he wanted to show you exactly who was in control at the time.

You blew when you heard his tongue asking for access to yours and you instinctively grabbed the collar of his sweater to find a grip. He squeezed you a little more by the hips, holding you firmly above him as his mouth explored yours with an exasperating slowness.

When he parted, he had a smug smile on her lips. «Tell me again that you don’t have a crush on me.» you tried to recover, the irregular breath. "I..." But Heeseung shook his head. «No, you know what? It doesn’t matter.» He came up again, touching your earlobe with his lips. He was very happy. «Because now I know the truth.»

And again slammed his lips on yours with exasperating slowness, as if he wanted to drive you crazy, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to your mad heart. The kiss was a perfect mix of sweetness and mastery. He was determined, sure, but not aggressive if he wanted to take his time as if he wanted to savor every second.

His hands, resting on your hips, held you exactly where he wanted you to, without giving you the chance to escape and you were completely lost in that feeling, in the heat of his mouth against yours, the way every movement made you feel like you were falling into a vortex that you didn’t want to get out of.

Then, without realizing it, you missed a sound. A small, involuntary groan. "Hee..."

Time seemed to stand still.

Heeseung was stuck for a moment, then slightly detached from you, enough to look you straight in the eye and the smile she gave you was something dangerous. Sure. Of cheeky.

«Say it again.»

You felt the heat rise up your neck to your cheeks. "What?" You tried to deny it, but his voice trembled.

Heeseung looked down at your lips, then he looked back at you with that hot nerdy boy look that made you crazy. «You have just groaned my name.» He stroked your back slowly, sliding his fingers along your uncovered skin. «I want to hear it again.»

You clenched your fists against the fabric of his sweatshirt, trying to ignore the way his voice made you shiver. "Stop..."

But he didn’t want to stop. He brought his mouth closer to your ear, his voice low and almost hypnotic. «I want to hear my name on your lips. Only mine. No other boy.» You felt your heart stop for a moment, then start beating even harder and honestly, you didn’t know how to handle that version of Heeseung-too confident, too cheeky, too irresistible.

You were desperate to find a way to shift the conversation.

"I should go..."

He just leaned back, tilting his head with a funny smile. «And the story? You haven’t finished it.»

Bite your lip. "I don’t... I don’t want to tell you what happens next."

Heeseung leaned against the back of his gaming chair, still with you on his lap, and looked at you with a smug look. «Why not? So far we have been faithful to the plot, no?» shook your head with force. " Until here it could also be there, but... after becomes more..."

He raised an eyebrow, amused by his hesitation. «More?»

You looked down, playing with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. "More... spicy."

Heeseung’s laugh was low and deep as if he had just heard something extremely interesting. ��Oh? How spicy?»

You shrugged. "Enough."

He looked at you for a few seconds, then came closer again, touching your chin with his fingers. «Tell me.»

"The protagonist... I mean, you..."

Heeseung nodded impatiently. «Continue."

"... makes the protagonist feel good with her fingers and mouth."

He laughed softly. «Oh, really?»

You wanted to sink into shame. "Heeseung, I can’t..."

He looked at you with a dangerous smile. «Y/n, you wrote a one-shot hot about me and posted it on the internet for thousands of people. But you can’t tell me to my face, what have you written so forbidden about me?» he said laughing.

Hit him in the chest. "Stop laughing like that!"

He became more serious, but his gaze remained intense. «Ok, I ask you differently.» He took your chin between two fingers, forcing you to look him in the eye. «At the end of the story, you and I... do we have sex or love?»

Your heart lost a beat. The way he said it, in that low and sure voice, made you tremble.

"N-no. We don’t make love."

Heeseung stopped. «No?»

You looked down. "I... knew that you were not in love with me. So, in the story... let’s say we would only have sex."

For a moment, there was only silence in the room. Then, suddenly, Heeseung burst into laughter.

It was a warm, deep, amused... and slightly unbelieving laugh.

You looked at him with a frown. "Why are you laughing?"

Heeseung stared at you with a mixture of fun and something else-something deeper, more dark. «It’s just that...» He shook his head, still laughing. «Everyone sees you as the sweet and innocent girl. And here you are, sitting on my lap, telling me that you wrote a one-shot about me where we 'just' had sex.»

You cover your face with your hands. "Oh, my God, will you stop saying that?"

He smiled, tilting his head. «No. It’s too funny.»

Then he lowered his voice, the tone again full of that dangerous charm. «But tell me, Y/N... in the story, at the end, does the protagonist repent?»

Shook your head without looking at him. "No."

He approached, almost whispering against his skin. «And you? Would you regret if what you wrote became reality?"

Your heart lost a beat before you lost 1,000 years of life when you heard that question from the lips of Heeseung and the boy you had a crush on for 4 years. Without thinking for a moment it was your turn to take the reins and you kissed him, this time the kiss was more passionate, sloppy and you put your arms around his neck to feel it even more and he put his hands around your ass and got up slightly stumbling from his gaming chair and as he approached his bed he said:

«Tell me to stop now or I won’t do it anymore because I want you all for myself from today on» you made no head and Hee put you in his big bed, Hee looked at you with his eyes of children, and said:

«Princess, maybe we didn’t understand each other but you must use your lips and your mouth to speak, to tell me what you want me to do. I don’t want to do things you’ll regret, what do you want right now?»

Heeseung slammed your pants with his big hands and you just jerked slightly because he had a little cold hand.

"I want you to touch me," you mumble shamefully, and his lips rise with a smile of a grin.

«You are so pretty, really, who would have thought that you would ask her sweet and innocent Y/n to touch her.» Hee sighs, smiling fondly, but there is a sneaky gleam in his eyes as he looks at you; Hee begins rubbing his overalls length into the center of your core. You wanted to be touched with his hands not with his cock that pushed and then lowered, the friction made you moan a little "Mm-mm," protesting, but the way your hips move against him, rolling back and forth and rustling brazenly in search of relief, He tells another story, Hee laughed because he wanted to ruin you but at the same time be also cautious with you.

«Don’t you like it? But wait... what did you say before?» he asks, with a mocking cadence in his words. «I want you to touch me,» echoes your earlier request in a very bad imitation of your voice. «Well, I’m touching you, princess, don’t you like it?» When your only answer is a small nod, shake your head with disapproval, and the look becomes dark. «Words.»

"Yes," whimpering, without wasting a minute, slipping his smooth fingers over your underwear band and starting to caress your folds, fingers that slip through your excitement with embarrassing ease.

«You’re a disaster down here», he comments, her eyes lit up with joy and something wild, primordial as it teases you. «Do you like me so much? Hm, when you read and write those dirty things about me you touched?» He seems to need no answer as he smiles at you brazenly, scrutinizing your face intensely to absorb every reaction to his touch, no matter how small.

It slides your fingers up, up, up until it touches the lower part of your clitoris, and you wail, wriggling.

«Answer me Y/n» nodding weakly and laughing with a low voice and husky

«Show me», he croaks, and you blink, too embarrassed by her request. «Show me how you do it when you are alone when you think of me».

"I never did it at all Hee" he shrugged and gave you his hand and with a glance invited you to proceed; with the cheeks in flames, guided his hand to massage your clitoris in circles, Your abdomen stiffened by reflex every time it fingers touch the sensitive lower part of your clitoris.

«Speak to me, princess, don’t be shy», she gently urges you

"I only rub it in circles like this," you mumble, with a slightly husky voice for desire, and the change does not go unnoticed if Heeseung’s intensifying gaze means something.

«Don’t you go in?» he asks softly, and you shake your head.

"I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that to you," you whine, and he breathes in abruptly, swearing quietly, taking your panties off with already some leaks, and your pussy was already excited.

«I want to try something, do you trust me, princess?» you made myself with my head «I want to touch you as you like and at the same time I will touch you, suck and bite those turgid buds that are almost about to escape from the mesh for how hard they are and I will make you come»

"okay," you pulled up your shirt, and with a strong movement you took off the bra and your breast flipped slightly at the sight of your breast Heeseung cursed under his voice, with one hand she wrapped a breast and with her mouth, he started to suck and bite and at the same time with the other hand he taunted your clitoris and without warning you put one of his fingers in your core and you arch your back for the various sensations of pleasure that you felt.

"Hee" He sucks your buds with an almost ferocious ferocity, alternating breasts as if he never had enough, and his hand creeps around your side to draw you closer to him. As she pops your nipple back and forth with her tongue, her fingers pump into your pussy and stroke you closer to your orgasm until you’re so close that you can practically savor the sweet, intoxicating sensation of ecstasy. «Show me what sound you make when you come, princess.»

"It’s so beautiful," you whine, and he hums in agreement.

«Say my name, darling".

"Heeseung," you groan brazenly, and he makes a sound halfway between moaning and growling as he pulls your nipple with his teeth.

Does not stop taking care of your breasts alternating sucking and clicking and rolling his tongue around the buds until you fall, your body cools against the bed to support you as you come, and at the end, pulls out his fingers covered with excitement from your pussy, Sliding them over your lower lip before pushing your fingers into your mouth to suck.

You do it with an awkward look and he was watching every movement of your lips as you suck his finger.

«I bet that wasn’t in your story!» with a little shy smile you did no head and after a while, you saw Heeseung put one of his little pillows under you and push down at the same time your pants and boxer shorts, he spread your legs, fits between them and aligns the tip with your entry

«Ready, princess?» asks, and you nod cautiously, the eyes that come down from his face to where the thick head of its length presses against your core. «Good girl» whispers before slowly pushing into you, covering your mouth slightly with the palm of your hand while breathing loudly, Heeseung was seriously afraid that Sunghoon or his girlfriend could hear him fucking with you but who cared; he heard him groan, and come up with his girlfriend’s name.

"So beautiful," you whisper in amazement, and he chuckles softly into your ear, his lips pressed on the spot just behind your lobe.

«Feel so tight around me, darling, feel how you’re taking me,» he grunts, gasping breath in your ear. «So fucking good...»

"Heeseung, move," you whisper urgently as it touches the bottom within you, and he obeys, pulling out the tip and pushing back into you. A loud hiss of air comes out of your lungs, and he sucks on your ear lobe, making you emit a loud groan.

«God, do you want to make everyone hear who is fucking you? I remind you that we are not alone»

"Mm-! No, I don’t" you insist among your cries of pleasure, and he shakes his head with a mocking smile.

«Yes, you do» he teases you. «You want everyone to hear my name moaning and what will they think of you? The little and innocent Y/n is getting fucked like the perfect little doll obsessed with me and my dick»

"Hee-seung-" stutters, small noises leave you with every powerful push of his hips. It is so good, so big and thick, and it is filling you in the right way and hitting all the right spots, and it becomes too very quickly, an overwhelming amount of pleasure flowing through your body as it fucks you. He was much more good and realistic at all the times you had written, read on Tumblr, or thought about what it would be like to be his. His fingers find your clitoris, rubbing it in quick circles just as you showed him before. "Fuck, stop, too..."

«Stop lying, you said too much today so I should punish you for not letting me fuck you?» Whispers, moving to tilt the hips towards you in the right way so that each shot of the hips sends its tip directly into your G-spot.

You feel heat behind your eyes and the first tear comes down before you can dry it, another tear follows after that as the pleasure consumes you almost completely.

«Princess, don’t cry, I’m making you feel good and I’m giving you all that you wrote about me", he reached out his free hand to wipe the tears.

"So good, too good," you stutter, and he laughs, «Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry.»

"Please let me come" plead, and his movements stutter,

«Yes? Does the princess want to come?» he grunts, his eyes closing for a moment as your walls bend again around him. «Fuck, it’s so nice-come for me, baby.»

Without any need, you promptly collapse around him with a series of curses and "please" and you just say his name while your nails stick in the back, making him slightly drool. You sure look disastrous, your eyes moist and shiny as tears run down your cheeks.

«I’m close-dick-» grunts. «I’m coming, where do you want it?»

"Inside me, please..." moans weakly, and he makes a sound that is a mixture of a smug laugh and a groan.

«I can’t believe everyone thinks you’re a saint, an innocent girl and now you’re begging for my sperm. Do you want me to fill you up?» Breathe, the hips that penetrate you.

"Please..." you whine, and he swears to himself.

«Fuck, take it all», he pushes, his hips pressing against yours while he buries himself in you and unloads his load. «It’s all for you,» he says breathlessly as its length contracts inside of you.

It stays inside you for a moment, both of you try to catch your breath until he comes out from you and kisses you.

The room was immersed in a warm and comfortable silence, broken only by the slow and still slightly irregular breaths of you and Heeseung.

The sheets were a messy tangle around your bodies, while the soft light of the lamp illuminated the soft contours of your figures. Heeseung passed a hand through your hair, fingers gently intertwining between the strands, as if he wanted to memorize every detail of that moment. You were still with red cheeks, playing with his fingers, drawing little circles on the back of his hand.

After a while, he spoke in that relaxed and slightly amused tone that always made her heart beat.

«How much?»

You looked up, confused. "In what way?"

Heeseung laughed softly, shaking his head as if it were obvious. «How long have you had a crush on me?»

You flashed your eyes and instinctively covered your face with his hands. "No... I don’t know," the men lied, trying to hide their embarrassment.

He gently extended his hands, forcing you to look at him. «Y/n». His tone was low, amused, almost hypnotic. «Don’t lie to me.»

You looked down, biting your lip, then sighed. "Perhaps... four years."

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, surprised. «Four years?»

You slowly stare, feeling ashamed. "I didn’t know it myself at first, but then it became clear to me when I saw you for the first time on stage."

He looked at you for a long moment, then burst out laughing. «Four years?! Baby, it’s so much.»

You punched him lightly in the chest, sulky. "Here! And stop teasing me."

Heeseung chuckled, holding you close to him. «I’m not kidding, it’s just... absurd. Four years.» He shook his head, then lowered his voice, almost as if he was confessing a secret. «I have had a kind of crush on you for a couple of months.»

You raised your head of the shot, eyes wide open. "What?"

He smiled, stroking your cheek with his thumb. «Yeah. You didn’t really think I hadn’t noticed you, did you?»

You looked down, still incredulous, and he squeezed you harder.

For a while, they just stood there, embracing, enjoying that new sweet silence that spoke more than a thousand words.

Then, with a clever smile, Heeseung whispered against your ear: «So... if it worked so well, do you think you can write more one-shots about me?»

You lifted your head from the shot, hitting it lightly on his chest. "NO!" «Come on, you could at least make me the protagonist of an entire series.»

Shook my head, my eyes glistening. "No, I don’t need to imagine anything anymore. Better to hear it live."

Heeseung looked at you satisfied. «Excellent answer.»

And he kissed you again.

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[girlinterupptedsblog]

You hear your best friend moaning your name while he is jerking off

Pairing: bsf!rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: (Explicit sexual content, Voyeurism / Non-consensual viewing, Unhealthy relationship dynamics, Slight dubcon, Obsession / Possessiveness / Tension, Best friends dynamic turning toxic, angst, build-up, and slow unraveling)

You two had been inseparable since high school. Everyone joked that you were just waiting for the right night to hook up, but you always denied it. You weren’t blind, though. Rafe was hot—too hot for his own good—and had that stupid little smirk that could make you forget every reason not to want him. But he was your best friend. It would’ve been messy. Dangerous.

Still, lately, things had started to feel different. He got... quiet around you. Intense. Eyes darker, stares longer. You’d catch him clenching his jaw when other guys texted you. And sometimes when you hugged him goodbye, there’d be this... hard pressure against your hip. One you pretended not to notice.

You knew. And he knew you knew. But neither of you said anything.

That weekend, you stayed over at his place like usual. Just you and him. It wasn't weird. You’d done it a dozen times before. His room was warm, dark, the sheets soft with that faint cologne scent that always clung to him. He slept on the far side of the bed, but neither of you really kept to your own side all night.

What you didn’t know—what you couldn’t know—was that Rafe hadn’t fallen asleep when you did.

He waited. Waited until your breathing evened out, slow and sweet and soft. Then he reached for your phone from the nightstand.

It was wrong. So fucking wrong. But the heat between his legs was unbearable, and his brain had stopped caring about lines or consequences. He needed something. Anything. And he was sure you had something hidden away—some little secret that might finally break him.

It didn’t take long. One folder, deep in the hidden photo album.

And there they were.

Pictures of you. Naked, spread, teasing. Poses that made his throat dry and his cock ache. But it was the video that did him in. You in your room, back arched on your bed, whispering soft moans while your fingers slid between your thighs. The way you whimpered quietly, the way your other hand squeezed your breast—he felt like he was going to fucking explode.

He didn’t think. He just airdropped it to himself. Deleted the sent history. Cleared the recents. And placed your phone back like nothing ever happened.

The next morning, you padded off to the bathroom in just one of his t-shirts, humming low as you turned on the shower. The door clicked shut. Steam started to roll under the crack.

And Rafe?

He was already in his bed, fist around his cock, screen glowing dimly in the dark as he watched you in motion. His breaths were sharp, loud—his hips jerking into his hand with a desperation that made your name slip past his lips in a broken, breathless moan.

"Fuck… you’re so perfect," he panted, voice thick and wrecked. "So fucking perfect, baby. You got no idea what you do to me…"

You froze in the shower.

The sound carried.

You could hear it.

You heard the slapping rhythm of skin, the low grunts, the way your name hit the air like he couldn’t stop himself. Your eyes widened. Breath caught in your throat.

He was touching himself.

To you.

Your heart slammed in your chest. You didn’t know whether to say something, scream, walk out—but instead, you stood there in stunned silence as the water poured over you. Your thighs clenched. Heat pooled where it shouldn’t. And your breath hitched again when you heard him choke out your name one final time, loud and raw and broken.

Then silence.

And when you came back into the room wrapped in a towel, he was lying casually in bed, phone face down on the nightstand, eyes half-lidded like he hadn’t just done the filthiest thing you could imagine.

He looked at you. Smiled. “Sleep good?”

You stared at him. He looked so calm. Like he hadn’t just come all over his abs thinking about you.

“Yeah,” you replied, voice steady, like your pulse wasn’t racing. “You?”

“Out like a light.” He stretched, shirtless and smug.

Liar.

You didn’t say a word. Didn’t let him know you heard. You wanted to see how long he’d pretend. How long until he snapped. How long until the truth between you spilled out the way it wanted to.

[moontabi]

BONAMANA

apart of @igorluvr’s übermensch series

kwon jiyong x fem! reader

summary: caught in a web of infidelity and obsession, you’re once again at jiyong’s place—deep in an affair you can’t bring yourself to end.

warnings: 18+ content ahead including cheating, angst, possessiveness, obsession, unhealthy dynamics, dirty talk, riding, unprotected sex, cumming inside. they’re both not good people, heavily inspired by the actual lyrics of the song (jiyong our messy king), poor seunghyun

a/n: i recommend listening to bonamana while reading if you really wanna feel the vibes. the bold words in this are directly pulled from the english translation🤭 enjoy and make sure to keep up with the rest of the series!! i’m so happy to be apart of it <3

You should’ve gone home.

Your husband Seunghyun had called twice already.

You didn’t answer either time. He was probably sitting in your shared bedroom, eyes heavy with worry.

You told yourself this was the last time.

You stood outside Jiyong’s door, heart pounding with the kind of dread that shouldn’t feel this exhilarating.

Your hand trembled when you lifted it to knock, but you didn’t need to. He opened the door like he was counting the minutes until you got there.

Like he knew.

Jiyong didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at you—dark circles under his eyes, jaw sharp with tension, lips parted like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

Like he hasn’t lived since he last touched you.

You don’t speak.

You just walk in.

And his hands are on you before the door clicks shut.

You don’t kiss.

You crash.

Lips and limbs and heat, breath catching in your throat when he whispers against your skin,

“Finally,” Jiyong breathes, voice hoarse like he’s been screaming inside his head for hours.

“You took your time.”

You barely cross the threshold before his lips are on yours again, gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he blinks.

He kisses you like he’s trying to fix something inside himself—hard, desperate, uncoordinated.

And you let him.

You always let him.

Your fingers find his jaw, forcing him to look at you. His eyes are bloodshot. Hollow.

“I wake up and it’s like—” He cuts himself off, “A whole day gone. Just… gone. I don’t eat. I don’t sleep. I just sit here, blankly waiting for you.”

He pulls you close again, tighter this time, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Like a beggar,” he says,

“Trapped in solitary confinement after losing his master.”

His words cut you like daggers.

You should stop him.

You should stop yourself.

But you don’t.

You never did.

Clothes hit the floor like they never mattered. Like none of it matters except this—skin on skin, the sick comfort of being wanted too much.

Jiyong treated you as if you were heaven on earth.

An angel to be worshiped and pleasured.

Jiyong falls back onto the mattress and pulls you on top of him, hands rough on your waist. “Come on, baby,” he murmurs, eyes dark and feral. “We both know the truth.”

Your thighs bracket his hips and your hands press into his chest.

“How about we have a little fun behind your man’s back?” he whispers, lips grazing your collarbone.

Your breath stutters. You grind against him slowly, letting his words poison you sweetly. He groans, head falling back, fingers digging into your ass.

His hands slide up your back, then down to your hips, gripping tightly as he lifts you up and aligns himself without warning.

You gasp as he enters you suddenly, rough and deep. No foreplay, no teasing words—

just raw, desperate fucking.

You ride him with tight drags of your hips, and his name flowed from your lips like a prayer.

“Missed this pussy so much...” he groans, hands holding your hips firmly to guide your movements. His thrusts are intense, almost punishing, as if he's trying to make up for lost time.

“Fuck, you ride me so pretty,” he says.

“So fucking perfect, baby.”

You bite your lip, moaning as you move.

Faster.

Harder.

His hands guide you like he’s sculpting something divine.

“You suck me in like you were made for me.”

He mutters, watching your tits bounce with half lidded eyes.

“Your husband do this to you?” He asks, eyes snapping up to meet yours. “Does he make you moan like this?”

He pushes your hips down hard, hitting that spot deep inside that makes your eyes roll back.

You feel him everywhere—inside you, against you, surrounding you. His hands are bruising on your hips and ass, his words dripping with filth, You're riding him even faster now, chasing that high only he gives you.

You can feel the sweat trickling down your spine, your breasts heaving with each desperate breath. His cock throbs inside you, each lift of your hips sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

“Why can’t you leave him?” he asks, voice breaking. “Why does he get to have you when I need you like this?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Because the truth is sitting heavy in your chest, thudding in time with your heartbeat.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

Playing with Jiyong’s heart, even engaging in an affair.

But what would life be like without him?

It feels like you’d die.

And Jiyong would too.

“Can you handle this?” he pants against your shoulder, voice ragged. “Ride me just like that—push me hard. Yeah…let me hear you scream, girl.”

And you do.

You let the noise tear from your throat. The rhythm turns reckless, more like train wreck than sex—a violent, beautiful crescendo of something too damaged to name.

A sonata of love gone wrong.

His lips find your throat, then your jaw, teeth scraping like a warning. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Sneaking around. Getting fucked raw by another man while he waits at home.”

His laugh is breathless, bitter.

But his words aren’t cruel—they’re pleading.

“Yes…! Fuck, Jiyong—”

Jiyong flips you without warning, your back hitting the sheets with a thud.

He thrusts into you again, a frantic pace. He’s panting, sweating, muscles tight with restraint he’s clearly about to lose.

He’s not just fucking you—he’s trying to bury something inside you.

The loneliness.

The fear of losing you.

The madness.

His tongue slides into your mouth, hand wrapped tight around your throat—not choking, just holding.

Possessive.

Unhinged.

“I live for this—Fuck, I live for you.”

You arch beneath him, nails dragging down his back hard enough to break skin. He groans—low and guttural—because the pain only pulls him deeper.

It aches, loving you like this. But God, it hurts so good.

He’s completely unraveling now, murmuring sin and worship in the same breath. “You’re mine,” he groans, voice shaking. “At the end of it all—even if no one else knows it—you’re my secret.”

You clench around him, and his rhythm falters, hips jerking as he tries to hold on.

“Ji—please,” you whimper, breath hitching.

“Please don’t stop…don’t you dare stop—”

He finds his rhythm again and your moans mix with his, the room echoing with every slap of skin, every gasping breath, every needy cry.

And just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Jiyong slows down—deep, grinding thrusts now, dragging out the feeling.

He leans in close, sweat dripping from his temple. He grabs your face with his tattooed hand, the rings on his fingers pinching your skin. He forces you to look at him.

“Am I the one who’s fucked up? Or is it both of us?”

He’s panting now. You’re both close.

“It’s me,” you whisper, voice cracking as tears blur your vision. “I’m the one who keeps falling… crawling back to something that ruins us both.”

You press your forehead into his chest, defeated.

He meets you with a slow, aching thrust, drawing a cry from deep in your throat.

“Then we’re a perfect match, baby.” he murmurs against your neck, a bitter edge in his voice. “You and me are the same.”

You come undone with his name in your mouth, tears in your eyes, guilt bleeding out with every gasp.

And Jiyong watches you like he just witnessed something sacred—like you belong to him.

“Only I make you come this pretty...only me.”

You’re still trembling in his arms, your body spent, but he’s not done.

Not yet.

Jiyong grips your hips again, holding you to him—shallow, desperate thrusts that grind against the most sensitive part of you,

“Fuck, baby” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, breath mixing with your own.

You pulsate around his dick, every nerve still raw, oversensitive, on fire.

“Gonna come,” he chokes out, eyes fluttering shut, “Inside you, baby. Gonna fill you up so deep he won’t ever know.”

He kisses you then—hard, uncoordinated, too full of emotion to be anything less than honest.

Like he’s branding the truth onto your lips.

Mine.

With one final thrust, he buries himself deep, hips jerking as he spills his seed into you with a strangled moan. The sound he makes is broken—His arms wrap around you, tight, possessive, so he can fuse you to him through sheer will.

And for a moment, you let him believe you might stay.

That this is real.

That the world outside of this doesn’t exist.

But even as he softens inside you, even as his heartbeat stutters beneath your cheek, he knows better.

The moment is over, and the room is quiet.

He’s the one who breaks the silence.

A soft, cracked whisper against your lips.

“Stay.”

But you don’t.

You never do.

And every time, that’s the part that ruins him more.

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[elysiality]

yandere alphabet — lottie matthews, the prophet.

and let the darkness set us free .

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-⋆. 𐙚 ˚ pairing/s - yandere ! con-wilderness ! lottie matthews x reader

-⋆. 𐙚 ˚ warnings ! - canon-typical violence, mentions of cannibalism, manipulation tactics, mentions of bl00d, religious connotations, idealisation, worship, unhealthy attachment, mention of suic!de, yandere-typical antics

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

in normal circumstances, it would've been gift giving. since these are far from normal circumstances, her next best thing is spending quality time together. just meditating, or getting high together or even just sitting next to each other and watching mari and shauna argue is time well spent to her. the only downside of this is that she gets a little too clingy and guilt trips you if you don't stay for exactly as long as she wants you to.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

lottie doesn't like her hands bloody, but she will take someone's head clean off if she has to. she comes from a prim and posh background which hasn't really left her, even after being part of the wiskayok soccer team. she's always the cleanest at camp, so she prefers not to get bloody if she can avoid it. if she has to kill someone, it'll be clean, like an axe to the head or strangling them to death. usually, she brushes off the others' protests with her usual 'the wilderness wanted it' bullshit. spoiler alert: no it did not. (or maybe it did. who knows.)

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

she treats you like a goddess, because she thinks of you as one. she makes sure you and her get the most roomy hut, the least chores, and more time to spend with her, under the guise of giving you lessons on visions. she isn't cruel, not even relatively. she can't bring herself to treat her god with anything other than the utmost respect and demands the same from the others. for anyone curious, no, she wouldn't insist on you becoming the antler queen. that would mean less time for you to spend with her.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

she worships you . I mean that very literally . at the start of every morning, she sits you down and prays to you silently, on her knees, her head touching your feet, her hands clasped together . maybe you're into that, maybe you aren't . she does it anyway . oh, and she gets you high . you're a god in her eyes, which means it's only fitting that you have the divine visions to go with it too.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

lottie is very, very open to you . she doesn't understand that there's a chance she's burdening you with all her problems . she tells you everything— how she felt when the plane crashed, how terrified she was when she ran out of her pills, how she wished she could miss her parents but she didn't— she bares her heart to you because in her eyes, it is her beloved god's duty to listen to her and her visions and guide their darling prophet.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

she doesn't understand . she just doesn't get it . she starts blaming herself (which, it is her fault) and promises you repeatedly to do better, getting confused when you lash out in frustration . she promises to be more devoted to you, to treat you better, which just infuriates you more . she can't understand why you're fighting back, because in her eyes, you're already hers .

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

lottie has possibly never been as serious about anything as she is about this . you are her quintessential wilderness survival kit . you are her god and her universe . you gave her salvation by pulling her out of her detrimental slump . watching you try to escape is like literal torture for her . she gets on her knees and begs you to stay with her . you're her saviour— why are you leaving when she needs you the most right now ?

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

she doesn't know, nor does she care as long as you're with her . she doesn't want to leave the wilderness, but she'll go anywhere you go . she prefers the wilderness because she knows as well as you do that leaving means she'll get shipped off to the nearest psych ward— pulling her away from you . what is a goddess without her disciple?

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

lottie doesn't get jealous very easily . she's so infatuated with you, drowning in her love for you, that it probably wouldn't even strike her that you're flirting with someone else, because she truly believes that you're as devoted to her as she is to you . only when she sees how skittish your poor victim is around her, does she start to rage . usually she'll try to plead with you— she resorts to murder in the end, anyway . guess the village has their special for tonight .

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

very, very clingy . reverent hands are always snaking up your body, holding you like you're a china doll, fragile and ready to break . she literally shudders when you put your hands on her face, and she can't hold in the noises of contentment that leave her lips when they're pressed against yours . she shakes with excitement when she thinks about how she must be the only one in the world to feel her god in the flesh .

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

again, she worships you . she's very open about it, since a vast majority of the group believes in her about as much as she believes in you, so it's not anything secretive when she starts tailing you like a second shadow . the depth of her devotion is almost flattering at first— till you realise that being worshipped by her by extension means being worshipped by everyone else . it's hard to live a normal life when you're addressed as 'my goddess' at all times .

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

nope . she's devotion central at all times and everyone has kinda already established that under normal circumstances, she'd probably be under lock and key in a very Alcatraz-esque asylum . her going batshit looney tunes is kinda expected of her . it's honestly more concerning when she acts as the voice of reason of the group .

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

lottie hates, hates, hates punishing you . she fucking loathes it . who is she, a mere prophet, to commit such blasphemy against her god? but sometimes, she has no choice . sometimes, you're so difficult that she takes you to the cave— the one where all the seers of the group get their visions, and leaves you in there, letting you hallucinate your heart out and dream of divine sacrifices, till you're screaming— that's when she can't stand it anymore, and pulls you out, devastated and damn near in tears .

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

none . you have free will— well, you aren't allowed to leave her. save for that, you have free will . not like there's many rights to pick from here, but if there are any— such as the no cannibalism until it's time for a punishment, ritual or a hunt rule, you have it . you also get a free pass from all and any hunts— lottie insists that your 'civilization' will fall into tatters if you, the designated god of the group dies (much to shauna's resentment).

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

patience is her middle name . well, actually, her middle name is isabelle— but patience is something she has a never-ending supply of when it comes to you . she's so sure you're just confused— just a little pushing and you'll fulfill your role as a god, as you were meant to by the will of the universe.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

let me put this into perspective for you— lottie, a severely mentally ill 18 year old with a saviour complex, who worships you like her religion, her own goddess, finds out that you died under her care (because let's be real, you aren't leaving)....

the corpse of charlotte matthews is found charred in a sacrificial fire in the middle of the village the very next day . she'll see you soon enough— if heaven sells visitor passes to hell's inmates, that is . not to worry . she will always find her way back to you .

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

she feels guilty all the time . it's blasphemy, she knows, to dishonour her god's wishes like this— but she won't ever let you go . she needs you . she could survive without air, water, food— everything, if she chanted your name for the entire duration . you slake her thirst and soothe her hunger . she's always been so selfless, so empathetic— having her god by her side is just her reward for that . you are her excuse to be selfish and she indulges in the greed .

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

like the rest of them— the whole plane crash in the middle of nowhere thing wasn't really sitting right with the girl used to being pampered and spoiled her entire life . that, combined with the fact that her meds ran out basically drove her to insanity till you pulled her out of the darkness, securing her devotion to you .

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

torture torture torture . lottie can't imagine anything worse . there is no scenario more horrible, no sound more painful, no sight more heartbreaking to her than watching you scream or cry or just shut the world out . she can't lose you to death . she can't . losing you would shatter her image of mortality— more specifically, her belief in your immortality — she can't handle it . she sobs with you, desperately trying to soothe you— not to stifle the sounds, but because it truly pains her .

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

unlike most others, lottie doesn't want to keep you to herself— well, romantically she does . but she wants the others, her family, to believe in you and worship you as much as she does . she encourages and preaches it— as if you're truly a deity, not just a teenage girl like her, stuck in a horrible situation with no way out .

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

her inability to see you in pain . if you're sadistic enough to be able to stand her blood-curdling, heart-shattering screams of horror as she watches you inflict harm on yourself, you'll be able to run for the hills easy as pie while she drops to her knees, sobbing dry, wracking sobs— if the others don't catch you first . unlike lottie, they're only half-convinced in your divinity . one wrong move, upsetting the one they actually believe in, and most of them are hunting you down for tomorrow's stew . good luck with that .

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

if you really, really, really push her, she may lash out . she regrets it immediately, of course, dropping to her knees and begging for your mercy immediately— but lottie's human . there's only so much of your theatrics she can put up with .

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

she worships you like a literal god . you are her religion, above the wilderness, above everything . the one thing not even the woods could break . the soft heart it couldn't tear . you are the only thing worth living for . she would do anything to have you . anything . including, but not limited to, murdering everyone in the village in cold blood if she has to .

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

she yearns for you since you pulled her out of her depression spiral, since you let her open up . she'll try to get your attention on her, worshipping you and following you around silently like a house cat— but if that doesn't work, she just snaps and takes you . she can't help it . she needs to bask in your mercy . she needs to feel you . feel everything . anything .

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

yes, if she has to . she detests herself for it every breathing minute and she won't resort to it unless she really, really believes that she has to . but she is more than capable of breaking you, despite the innocent, harmless exterior, the empathetic reputation . you'd have to really push her to get to that point . best to give in while your sanity is intact .

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a/n : save me, lottie matthews. make me ur god, I promise I will give you everything . inbox is always open for reqs for more yellowjackets hcs, fics, etc for all the girls— dead or alive !

[chansbrook]

❤️‍🔥 “𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞” — Tarrzan x Arta

Warning: implied stalking, Chaotic Tarzzan, unhealthy behavior, obsession, “Romantic” intensity, etc

Note: i’m new to this so if there’s any spelling errors, don’t come for me.

(Arta is NOT a real person just an OC)

Summary: Their not dating yet, but Tarzzan is down bad and absolutely determined to make Arta his.

He sees her once. That’s all it takes.

Backstage at Inkigayo, Tarzzan is drinking water, sweat still slick on his neck from ‘ALLDAY PROJECT’ explosive performance. He’s too hyped to sit down, too wired to think straight—until she passes him.

Arta. Main dancer of UNIS. Silky brown hair pulled up, lip gloss shimmering like a death sentence, stage makeup still clinging to her like warpaint.

His heart implodes.

He stares after her like she hung the moon. Then the stars. Then hand-picked the entire galaxy just so it could orbit her. “Who is that?” he breathes out loud, voice almost trembling.

Bailey laughs, thinks he’s joking. “That’s Arta. Don’t even try, she’s cold as hell.”

Tarzzan doesn’t hear a single word. He’s already opening Instagram. Already clicking follow. Already texting his manager:

“Schedule every single show UNIS is attending. I want to breathe the same air.”

⸻

Stage interactions become intentional.

At first, it’s eye contact.

Then it’s waving.

Then it’s Tarzzan dropping his water bottle at Arta’s feet during pre-recordings and grinning like it’s fate.

Arta side-eyes him hard. But he doesn’t flinch.

“You blink a lot when you’re nervous,” he teases one day, cornering her near the vending machines. She scoffs.

“I blink because I have eyelids, freak.”

He falls harder.

⸻

The fans notice.

📸 Tarzzan seen clapping like a seal after UNIS’ performance.

📸 A blurry photo where it might be his hoodie slung around Arta’s shoulders after her outfit ripped post-show.

📸 A video where he mouths “mine” when she walks past.

DAYONE’S and EverAfter’s start shipping them. Hard.

#TarTa. #TarzanisWhipped. #ProtectArtaFromTarzzan

He lives for it.

He reposts fan edits of her on his stories. Adds captions like:

“angel.”

“don’t look at her, she’s allergic to ugly.”

“me when I see arta breathe: ��‍💫”

UNIS fans start getting nervous. But Tarzzan? He gets bolder.

⸻

One night. Midnight. A rainy Seoul street.

Tarzzan shows up outside the UNIS dorm building. Umbrella in one hand, his hoodie in the other.

He texts her:

come down. pls. I’ll go crazy if I don’t see you.

Arta doesn’t reply for 5 minutes.

Then she walks out.

Hair up in a messy bun. Hoodie swallowing her frame. Barefaced, annoyed, beautiful.

“What do you want now?” she mutters, arms crossed.

“I think I’m obsessed with you,” he says. Dead serious. Eyes wild. “Like, mentally unwell. Like, write-a-song, steal-your-perfume, make-a-fanaccount-just-for-you obsessed.”

“…You’re not normal.”

“I’m not,” he admits. “But you still came.”

Arta opens her mouth to retort—but Tarzzan is already pulling her into a hug. Tight. Desperate. Like he needs to hold her to stay upright.

“I dream about you even when I’m awake,” he whispers against her neck. “And if I can’t call you mine soon, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”

⸻

Bonus: Behind Closed Doors

Once they’re secretly dating, Tarzzan’s even worse.

• Buys her 8 phone cases. “Each one matches a different mood you have.”

• Leaves sticky notes in her makeup bag with notes like “I miss you” or “Saw a pigeon that looked like you. Beautiful. Cold. Judgy.”

• Throws hands with backup dancers who flirt too long.

• Has a private burner Twitter where he posts poetic thirst tweets like:

“what if arta bit me. like affectionately. just once. just a nibble.”

[kichiyosh1]

Deceitful Youth: Revival

Kunikuzushi?

Synopsis➤ You disappeared without a word, leaving behind the boy who had always watched you more closely than you realized. Your childhood friend, Kuni, the boy who had followed you like a shadow, who clung to your presence like it was the only thing keeping him sane. His life line.

Years passed, but his obsession never faded.

When your name finally appeared again at an elite all-girls academy, disguised as a girl, he enters the academy’s walls with one goal: to be close to you again.

He doesn’t care about rules or consequences. All that matters is you. Why you left. Why you changed. And most of all, how to make sure you never leave him again.

Tags➤ modern!au

Warnings➤ Codependency • obsession • manipulative tendencies • possessive behavior • unhealthy attachment • jealousy • gaslighting • yandere undertones • crossdressing • mild violence • toxic relationship dynamics • Abandonment issues

Status➤ Starting soon!

Author's Note➤

◆ If this seems familiar then, yes, I'll be rewriting and revamping "Deceitful Youth" from scratch. I wrote this story back a few years ago, back when I was just riding on pure obsession with the yandere trope, and well, the term obsession in general lol. After awhile I kinda forgot where I was going with it, felt like I didn't understand how heavy the theme of the story was either. So instead of picking up where I left off, I figured it’s better to start from scratch now that I've got a better understanding of the emotions and themes I actually want to dive into.

◆ This version’s a lot more put-together, based on everything I’ve picked up over the years, about writing, people, and how messy obsession can actually get.

❗disclaimer❗This story explores dark and unhealthy relationship themes for fictional, dramatic entertainment purposes. It is not meant to romanticize or promote obsessive behavior, manipulation, or toxic attachment. Reader discretion is advised.

As dark or intense as this story might get at times, it’s still fiction, and meant to be enjoyed as such. At the end of the day, I hope it gives you that giddy, slightly unhinged thrill that comes with these kinds of works. Please don’t take it too seriously… but also, enjoy the chaos. ♡

I don't plan on deleting the original posts off my blog just yet. I wanna keep it there as a reminder of where I started, and plus, it still has a special place in my heart, tho i cringe at it a lot lmao but I made a bunch of fun memories back then when I was writing it. Might upload this to wattpad but ehhh

[hptmriddle]

Harry’s trauma response is all about trying to be a fair not-bad person, stuffing all his hatred and anger issues deep down (even though it eventually bursts out later). On the other hand, Tom’s trauma response is to hide his vulnerable side and reject his humanity, doing whatever it takes to avoid and overpower them. And even in this kind of stuff, they just complete each other. Tom pushes Harry to his breaking point, making him snap and show darker emotions he usually avoids, meanwhile Harry has this knack for bringing out Tom’s raw emotions at the most despairing moments.

I mean, Harry’s going for extreme actions, willing to go sacrificing his own life just to fuck Voldemort's one, even resorting to violent methods when needed. Tom's going for extreme reactions, like screaming in pure terror cause he desperately doesn't want to lose his life (like when the diary was stabbed) or when he sent Narcissa to personally check if Harry was dead because he was afraid to get closer himself. And it’s like, deep down, Tom knows Harry is the one who can truly corner him. Of course the way they push each other could never not be unhealthy, but even in that mess they create this dynamic where they feel the intensity that they’d never experience in any other relationship.

Harry, who usually holds back, starts to explore what it means to truly take charge, to face someone like Tom and make him bend (not just through power) but by exposing his buried vulnerabilities. And Tom, despite his refusal to let anyone in, finds himself facing the one who won’t let him hide, who drags his emotions to the surface no matter how much he tries to fight it. It’s messy, it’s destructive, but it’s uniquely tomarry.

[call-sign-shark]

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x You

Summary: It was supposed to be an entertaining evening. Boxing fights, booze and party. It wasn't supposed to be one of the worst days of your life. || Featuring Tommy Shelby x Reader

Words: 4.5k

TW: angst+++, alteration of canon events, canonical violence, depictions of slaughter and body horror, main character death, Reader's husband dying, suicidal thoughts, graphic murder. Parts in bold are direct quotes from the show. Parts in Italics are direct quotes from preceding chapters. Also, Tommy will take more space in the next chapters.

Notes:

✞ Shorter chapter because it's extremely violent and angsty. Also, I'm super rusty so I tried to write it in a more direct style so it's prolly less poetic and beautiful.

✞ This is chapter 16 of the Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes. Each chapter can be read as stand-alones but reading the whole series will make the experience far more intense.

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The extraordinary general meeting of the Shelby Ladies Club.

This is what Polly called this unexpected little meeting in the bathroom right in the middle of the rigged fight happening a few rooms away. When you entered the lavatory with Ada complaining about the sparring between Goliath and Bonnie, Aunt Pol was taking a cigarette from the silver case she was holding while Lizzie was fixing her hair.

“I love your messy bun, Heaven.” Lizzie complimented when she saw your reflection in the mirror she was using.

“Thank you Liz. Ada scolded me and decided that it would be a better hairstyle for tonight.”

“You never style your hair except for braids and it’s a fucking shame considering how beautiful and long your white mane is.” The young Shelby sister insisted.

“If you say so,” You snorted, amused, “What are you doing here? Plotting and scheming? Leave these for Thomas.” You smirked, sitting on the edge of a sink with movements as nimble as a cat. Your little cutting remark had the expected effect: the three girls laughed with sincerity, somewhat amused by the beef between you and the family’s boss. They had eventually learned that nothing could ever ease the tension between the two of you, so laughing about the matter was the only thing they could do. A part of you couldn’t help but think that they wouldn’t find it that amusing anymore if they knew the unhealthy turn your mutual hatred had taken.

What did you feel when we kissed? A shiver ran down your spine as you heard Tommy’s husky voice, as charming as venomous, whispering in your ear. It might only have been a memory, but you could almost feel his hot whisky breath brushing your skin.

“Heaven has some news.” Polly’s voice resounded in the bathroom, snatching you from your thoughts.

“Me?” You asked, batting your bambi lashes in incomprehension before the understanding of the situation slapped you right in the face.

“Well, tell her. Now! While the men are screaming for blood.”  Polly sneaked a cigarette between her thin, red lips. 

Your blood momentarily froze in your pale veins for this unexpected pregnancy wasn’t something you wanted to talk about. For sure Aunt Pol didn’t mean to do harm, but the surrounding chaos and your last encounter with Luca Changretta seriously eroded your wish to have a baby. The baby who made you so vulnerable during times that were anything but good. Moreover, a quick glance at Lizzie’s sad and anxious eyes had been enough for you to understand that something was weighing on her shoulders. Something you had guessed for a few days. Something she needed to talk about more than you. The corner of your mouth turned up in a half-smile.

“Well, I discovered something about Lizzie but I think she should be the one making the announcement. Shouldn’t you, Lizzie?” You winked, replacing one of your long white strands of hair behind your pierced ear with a naive pout. Glitters of hope and gratefulness suddenly sparkled in the ocean blue of the secretary’s eyes to whom you replied with a discreet nod before grabbing Polly’s cigarette case.

“I’m up the duff. And it’s Tommy’s.”

You took a long drag on the cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke by your nostrils as the attention was now on Lizzie. Even though Ada almost choked on her sip of gin, she quickly showed interest in the tall woman’s pregnancy. The only one you didn’t fool was old and cunning Aunt Pol who gave you a brief “okay I get it” glance before turning back to Lizzie.

It’s a girl. Call her Ruby. Ruby Shelby. She’ll be a star in a Hollywood movie.

You watched the scene with a light smile floating upon your plump and glossy lips, satisfied by the outcome of your little trick as well as the surprising unconditional support Lizzie was receiving after years of being seen only through her job as a prostitute. Admittedly, the reason behind the little push you gave to Lizzie Stark was purely selfish, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you kind of liked the woman despite never really interacting with her. She got the attention, and you got peace. It was a win-win situation.

“Congratulations, Lizzie.” You said, your siren-like voice as soft as a lazy ocean.

“She’s a real Shelby lady now. Just like you, Devil.”  Polly’s smirk betrayed her amusement. You rolled your eyes teasingly before proudly showing your left hand and wiggling your small fingers to display the magnificent wedding ring Arthur had gifted you.

“What about you Hev? When are you planning to give us a little Arthur?” Ada suddenly asked, Lizzie's news had visibly rendered her sour mood better.

“I think one Arthur is enough for now, don’t you?” You got up from the sink and carefully smoothed the folds your revealing black dress, “Anyway. Ladies, let’s rejoin our gentlemen.”

“I guess the meeting is over.” Ada added with a little chuckle

Joining deeds to words, Polly gently hooked her arm with yours in a motherly gesture and guided you outside, where the crowd’s roars were echoing.

Laughs and cheers filled the room as Johnny Dog put on a show to get more men to bet on the winner of this fight. Swallowing a mouthful of gin, your seraphic traits turned into a wince at the burning sensation the alcohol left in your throat – that new batch was strong, indeed. The sweet taste that exploded on your tastebuds, when the tip of your rosy tongue licked your juicy lips, made you grin, or maybe it was the all-consuming smell of sweat and blood that lingered in the air. It might come off as surprising for other women, but you enjoyed watching fights. There was something brutal but so real about them. After all, humans were just animals wearing suits. Animals which, according to you, had barely learned to speak instead of growling.

Your lips pinched the cigarette as you took another drag you quickly blew, your eyes following blood spurting from Bonnie’s nose and splattering the ground. Although quieter than Polly, Lizzie, and Ada, who were laughing, screaming, and sometimes nudging you in excitement at each violent blow the Romani boy gave back to his opponent, you had a lot of fun. Until a peculiar but familiar feeling blossomed within.

It started with a chill creeping down your spine and ended up with light tremors shaking your frail silhouette. Instinctively, you raised your piercing gaze and searched for Arthur somewhere among the crowded rows of folded seats. Your usual calm demeanor faltered as you noticed that your husband seemed troubled by something, rapidly glancing from here and there, attempting to read the room for whatever reason. He didn’t even pay attention to you, far too busy observing the men that were around the boxing ring. Eventually, Arthur stood up and left, his steel blue eyes fixed on someone he followed through the depths of the building. Let me do my fucking job! That’s what he barked at Tommy, or at least what you thought you overheard.

You frowned as a strange sensation rippled through your mind – like a distant, haunting whisper of something looming, a threat. Nervously swallowing your saliva, your first reflex was looking at Tommy. You couldn’t place it, but the odd feeling gripped you tightly like an omen you couldn’t shake, warning you of an approaching storm. It seemed like little King Shelby shared your inner agitation though, for his mesmerizing turquoise eyes dived into yours with the same nervousness and incomprehension. Whatever the many reasons behind your hatred, you were definitely on the same wavelength at this very moment. The silent conversation, expressed through brief eyebrows and eye movements, was more or less the following:

-Where is he going?

-I don’t know. It’s prolly the booze and the pills.

-It’s not. I’ll check.

-Don’t fucking do that.

You stood up from your seat with a clenched jaw and, feeling the vibration of this bad omen quaking your soul itself, you nimbly snaked in and out through seats and followed Arthur’s steps. As was the case for your husband a few minutes ago, the dark corridor into which you rushed engulfed your ethereal silhouette like a hungry giant.

“Fuck.” Tommy mumbled, straightening on his seat and leaning forward, “Fuck.” He repeated, torn between his own doubts and his disdain for you. Nevertheless, if there was one thing he had learned since you joined the family was that your gut feelings were never wrong. You proved it several times, starting by foreseeing Charlie’s abduction. The dark-haired gangster sniffed and nervously rubbed his chin, his catlike eyes going back on forth between the corridor and the crowd. A few minutes later, Tommy finally left the fighting pit.

Something was definitely off.

Cautiously walking through the maze of dark hallways dimly lit by a bluish light, you tried to ignore the maddening beat of your heart that was drumming so loud you felt it hammering in your temples. You didn’t really know where you were heading, nor where Arthur went, but the more you moved forward, the more this unbearable feeling of dread and panic invaded you. Your aimless wandering came to an end when the strong and metallic smell of fresh blood and the atrocious sight that followed jumped at your face.

No.

Your heart nearly stopped when you saw him – your husband, slumped on the ground, blood soaking through the collar of his shirt as it gushed from the wound across his throat.

No!

Time seemed to slow down, and your heart seemed to stop as you took in the scene: the gun the Italian bastard was holding in his steady hand aimed at Arthur’s head.

Panic crashed over you like a tidal wave, washing away everything but the rage that had piled up within you during all these years. In that moment, something primal and destructive snapped inside of you. In a blur of rage and raw instinct, and with a guttural scream that seemed too inhumane to come from you, you launched yourself at the mafioso, who barely had the time to turn around. Another furious shriek escaped from your quivering lips, similar to the rabid screech of a wounded banshee, and with your fingers curled into claws, your sharp nails slashed across his face.  

“PUTTANA!” The man yelled and gasped, taken aback by your unleashed fury.

The mafioso fired with his gun in a desperate attempt to kill you but the brutal impact between your two bodies threw him off balance and the shot reached the wall instead of your brain. As his spine crashed against the tiled ground, Changretta’s henchman dropped the weapon. You gave it a brutal blow to make it slide away from him.

Another wave of insults followed as he realized that he struggled to overpower you. You were fighting like a cornered animal, wild and relentless. Your claws scratched him again and again, leaving raw and jagged lines of blood all over his face. The mafioso's strength was starting to falter as he realized that you weren’t just fighting to win; you were fighting to kill him, your body moved by the instinct of a bloodthirsty beast that refused to be caged.

"Stop it, you fucking bitch!" A scream of utter pain brutally tore the air as, completely out of your mind, you dug your thumbs into his skull, pushing harder and harder in an attempt to gouge his eyes. The Sicilian man produced a second sound so twisted that it seemed beyond anything a human throat could produce. The more you pushed with your thumbs, the more you felt his eyeball turning into a viscous pulp. The feeling of the moist and warm liquid on your fingers didn’t stop you. Nor the man’s wails of pure agony, with its pitch far too high and too broken.

“Ajùtami! Ajùtami!” He pleaded, his hands felt the ground in panic, searching for anything he could use to push you away from him. Anything to make you stop. Realizing that nothing was around him, not even the thread he used to attack Arthur, he managed to overcome the pain and gather his strength to grab your throat.

With your air squeezed, you wheezed and removed your fingers from his skull to claw his strong hands. “S-Stop!” Panic flooded you as your vision blurred, black spots dancing at the edges. The harder you fought, the harder he strangled you. Seriously lacking air, you clawed at his arms, desperate to breathe, but his grip was iron. Now you had to do something and do it quickly if you wanted to have a chance to save Arthur.

Your thoughts raced, frantic, until instinct took over.

I love your messy bun, Hev!

The judas stick – now you had a chance. With one quick movement, you brought your hand to your bun and your fingers fumbled for the sharp metal judas stick that was holding your hair in place. It came in handy. With a choked sound, you drove it upward and sunk the sharp edge of the stick into the man’s side.

One time.

Two times.

Three, four, five, six…

Side, chest, shoulder, face… 

Each impact was vicious and powerful, tearing through the flesh like butter and drilling into organs and bones with the sheer will of maiming your enemy. Hot blood splashed all over you and around, but you didn’t care. The only thing that made you stop stabbing him was when you felt the man’s grip loosen around your throat until his arms dropped on the red-smeared ground in a loud thud.

“Fuck!” You sucked in a sharp breath, your voice hoarse from being choked. However, you quickly got up from the corpse to run to your husband.  “Arthur!” You screamed, rushing to his side, your hands trembling as you knelt beside him – or rather as you dropped to your knees, your legs unable to support your weight anymore. Panic seized you even more violently as you saw Arthur's deep wound and the blood—too much blood.

“No, no, no… not like this,” You whispered, voice cracking. You couldn’t lose him, not here, not now. Never. Your fingers brushed over his chest and, in your deepest desperation, you looked for his pulse. A pulse you found, but which was becoming slower and fainter as seconds flew by. “Arthur! Please!” You started sobbing, tears streaming down your face and mixing with the fresh blood that was painting your skin in a disgusting shade of red. You had to face the truth: Arthur was dying. The damages were too serious and the bleeding too much… But you were a witch. The gift of healing was coursing through your veins. The only problem was that if you tried to save him by using your magic, you’d hurt the baby. After all, that was what happened when you tried to kill Luca Changretta with a heart attack.

The baby.

Your husband or the baby?

Your heart painfully raced in your chest. Your erratic breathing and your sore throat made you feel like you weren’t getting enough air.

 “I’d love to have kids with ye, eh. Little white-haired and blue-eyed us running barefoot in the forest… Little embodiments of our love brightening our life.” His voice was merely a whisper now for he was slowly falling asleep, “I’ve always wanted to be a dad… but thought I was too messed up for that.”

You could save him. You had to. Despite this torture of a dilemma and the harshness of the decision, nothing could change your mind, not even the feeling of your heart shattering into millions of shards. Closing your eyes, you placed one hand over his throat, the blood warm under your palm, and the other on his chest. Wasting no time, you channel all your strength – the connection sparked, and the raw, untamed magic you inherited from your mother surged through you. It seemed to work at first, his pulse lightly responding to yours.

But the more the magic surged, the more you felt a terrible pain in your belly. It started as cramps but quickly escalated into suffering so high that you felt like someone was stabbing you. A trembling squeal escaped from your red lips. You were killing it, you knew it. You were killing your own baby.

"Come on, come on," You muttered, pushing harder, forcing your will into his body. "Stay with me, Arthur," You whispered, tears streaking down your face, each sentence cut by muffled cries of the mafioso you had slaughtered and who was still alive— not for too long to be honest. He seemed to say something in Sicilian but you couldn't understand what. And you didn't care. "Just... stay with me." You gritted your teeth, doing your best to put up with the pain.

Click.

You froze.

“You nosey little slut. You should've stayed with the others.” 

Your heart missed a leap at the unknown male voice, carried by a thick Italian accent. The mafioso’s colleague looked at you, gun pointed right to your head.

"Remember me?" He asked with a wicked smile, recalling the moment he had offered you a cigarette a few hours ago. During your brief chit-chat, he told you that his name was Damiano but you didn't make the connection between Changretta and his Italian heritage.

“Don't cry, you're going to meet with your husband again very soon." the imposing man added, a few seconds away from ending your life. However, Damiano didn't know what you were capable of. Even less now that you were driven by pure rage and despair.

“Shut the fuck up!” You suddenly yelled, your claws firmly anchored in your husband to make Damiano understand that no one would snatch him from your arms. Your voice, a seductive melody that could enchant like a siren’s song, suddenly sounded monstrous. Raw and primal, the way you screamed the threat echoed in the entire maze of hallways and made Tommy’s blood freeze in his veins, a few corridors away. “Fucking die!”

Damiano didn't know that he never stood a chance. You sealed that man's demise with one blunt arm movement as if you had wanted to chase a mosquito from your face.  

"Wh-What..."

Damiano, fell on his knees next to his dying friend, and writhed on the floor. With his two hands pressing on his chest, he suddenly started to choke and, right after, threw up a great amount of thick blood. Apart from the vomiting, blood soon seeped from his eyes and ears, bubbling like something inside was boiling them alive.

"P-Please!" He begged but you didn't stop. The man obviously tried to scream but the only sound he could produce was disgusting gurgles.

"Don't worry, you're going to meet your friend pretty soon." You replied with a cold and sardonic tone before closing your fist, the man's lungs responding to your gesture by imploding in his chest. Like his colleague's arms did a few minutes ago, Damiano's whole body crashed against the floor with a thud.

Quickly, you shifted back your attention to your husband and kept giving him all your energy while ignoring the black dots that were dancing in front of your eyes, as well as the awful, unbearable stabbing sensation in your core. You were definitely hurting yourself by using your power that much but you didn't give a fuck. “Arthur, please.” You growled, a feeling of dizziness building up so bad that you didn’t even hear the hurried footsteps that were coming closer, nor the hoarse, familiar voice of your brother-in-law.

"FUCK!" You exclaimed. You were losing Arthur again.

The three bodies lay strewn like discarded puppets, their lifeless forms twisted and broken on the blood-flown concrete floor. The once clean backroom had transformed into a nightmare realm of gore and horror that made Tommy's stomach turn upside-down.

The Peaky Blinder's boss took two steps back and brought his calloused hand to his mouth, fighting against the urge to puke – and God knew it took him a lot considering the atrocities he witnessed and did during the war. His turquoise gaze scanned the room, which had turned into a slaughterhouse. A fucking pool of crimson blood. First, he saw the limp and distorted corpse of Damiano, whose eyes were open wide in horror despite him being dead and cold. The terror in his frozen facial expression left no doubt about how awful his last moments must have been: he had suffered, and he had suffered more than a lot. Then, he caught a quick glimpse of the second victim. With his eyeballs reduced to a reddish foul mush, the lacerations on his face, and the abnormal number of stabbing wounds, the mafioso’s body was so maimed that it looked disgustingly grotesque.

Then he saw Arthur.

"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God — Arthur!"

Amidst the chaos, where the air hung heavy with the acrid and pungent scent of blood, Tommy's screams echoed far away in the distance as you knelt there, eyes wide open and silent tears streaming down your cheeks, mixed with dark trails of ruined mascara.

Tommy reacted immediately and knelt near his brother with a panic so uncontrollable that it swept away every ounce of coldness and self-control he usually displayed. He slapped his brother's cheeks several times in a vain attempt to help him come back to a conscious state but it didn't work. Thomas Shelby's fist hit the floor with frustration as the feeling of powerlessness crept into his heart. He was losing another brother and there was nothing he could do to save him.

But you could.

"Heaven, d'ya hear me?"

You let out a muffled whimper, or at least you thought you did as your senses saturated with one unique sound: a relentless ringing that echoed in the hollow caverns of your mind. With each pulse of your heart, the sound intensified, threatening to consume the last remnant of sanity you had left. The world around you had seemed to fade into obscurity, your sight blurry and reduced to only one color: red. Vibrant red splattered everywhere, on the walls, and yourself but most of it was on the floor. In fact, the ground itself seemed to writhe beneath the weight of the corpses, as crimson rivers flowed freely, painting the concrete in shades of crimson that gleamed like freshly spilled paint.

“Oi! Listen to me!” Tommy’s powerful voice suddenly snatched you from your daze just enough time to catch your attention and plunge his turquoise iris into your Arctic eyes.

“I—I can’t. I can’t, I can’t...” You repeated in a whisper, just like a broken record, because your husband’s pulse was weakening again, blind to your exhausting and painful efforts. Arthur was dying, your baby was dying and the intensity of the pain you went through was so insufferable that all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and wait for death to make this nightmare stop.

Tommy rapidly shifted his body to be by your side, his sharp eyes focused, but softer than usual. “You’ve got this,” he whispered, meeting your panicked gaze. “Keep going. Don’t stop.” He pressed his hand firmly over yours, steadying the trembling fingers that worked to save his brother. His voice was low, gravelly, but laced with a quiet strength he tried to share with you. His grip was warm, grounding you in the chaos, his presence like an anchor. At that moment, the weight of the world felt momentarily lighter with him by your side. You replied to his help with a muffled sob.

"You've got this!" Tommy tried to keep you from falling apart but the sight of a thin trickle of blood slowly running down your nose worried him almost to death. He looked at you and he knew. He knew that you had given everything – every ounce of your energy to save his brother, your magic now drained. Your hand trembled, still pressed to Arthur’s chest, but the world around you was seriously fading to black.

Caught amid this Hell with Tommy by your side, you didn't hear nor feel Polly, who had found the crime scene.

"Oh lord please help us, oh Lord, oh Lord..." Polly cried, horrified by the bloodbath as well as by the sight of you clinging to Arthur's limp body. She had already lost one of her nephews and couldn't bear the weight of losing another one. Not her sweet Arthur. Not him,

"We're fucking losing her too!" Tommy exclaimed, "fucking help me!"

"Heaven!" She called, grabbing your shoulder and shaking you but all you did was scream one last time. A haunting and otherworldly wail that pierced the darkness. A sound so agonizing and inhumane that it seemed to tear at the very fabric of existence. It echoed across the building, carrying with it the weight indescribable of sorrow and despair as your arms tightened your grip around your dying husband.

The smell of blood hid Tommy's musky perfume that was tingling your nostrils. The deafening ringing in your ears covered Polly and her nephew's voice. Your breaths came shallow and weak, your body becoming heavier as darkness crept in. Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut. In one final movement, you collapsed beside your husband, your last thought a silent hope that he would live.

Or that you would at least die trying to save him.

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[yanderes-galore]

Could you write the Yandere Alphabet for Louis (Beastars)?

Sure! Only seen the Anime to bear with me here ^^;

Yandere Alphabet - Louis

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Possessive behavior, Trauma, Clingy behavior, Blood, Murder, Violence, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Louis would feel very... complicated towards his obsession. He's arrogant and has a ton of self-loathing due to his past. As a result, he tends to hate relying on other animals.

So, when it comes to you, Louis isn't sure what to think.

Louis is shown to be kind and caring to those he likes, even if he struggles with relationships. With his obsession he'd definitely be as respectful as he can. He no doubt thinks he shouldn't pursue you...

Yet as all obsessions go... You stay in his mind and it makes him conflicted.

Louis would start by being distant, although his affection later on would be close. You'd probably be like an unhealthy coping mechanism for Louis, making him stick around you.

In terms of how intense? He may not seem like it... but I can see him as pretty intense, especially as the leader of the Shishigumi.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Considering how he hates to show weakness, I can see Louis getting his hands dirty due to his obsession. He's used to guns and has killed before due to being in the Shishigumi. If someone pushed him into a vulnerable state, threatened you or tried to take you from him...

He may be unstable enough to pull the trigger for his own selfish benefit... under the guise of protecting you.

Afterwards... He can't help but notice it makes him feel stronger.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

I feel his behavior depends on if you're an herbivore or carnivore. If you're a carnivore, he would mock you at times yet still cares about you enough to meet your every need. If you're an herbivore, he forgoes mocking entirely.

I feel Louis would have a higher chance of kidnapping if he was part of the Shishigumi. He has lions under his control and can simply order that you're looked after. He'd make sure you get the food you want and have a comfortable place to stay.

He doesn't care how comfortable he is... He wants you well cared for, even if he tries to be stoic. Having you safe beside him soothes him.

Even if you panic, cry, scream... He couldn't let you go if he tried.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I feel Louis could go either way. I imagine he doesn't want to stress you or make you hate him on purpose. Yet at the same time... He's assertive and can't seem to be away from you for long.

He's only vulnerable with you, while he hates being vulnerable at all, he knows he loves you too much to push you away fully.

I imagine there's things he'll force, like who you can speak to or where you should stay. However, if he deems it safe, Louis would give you freedoms. Monitored, of course.

He doesn't like the idea of keeping you fully as a prisoner too much unless you try to leave him.

Too close to home.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

At first, barely any at all. He hates being weak. Even more so when he resents his obsession for making him... obsessed and reliant.

However, eventually Louis will end up being... very vulnerable with you in private. Privacy with you allows Louis to cope. In fact, he realizes you're better than any drug he can take.

He likes to lay against you, bury himself in your scent, and just sit there. He wants you to hold him. He wants your attention on him, all to himself, for as long as possible.

While he's stoic and hostile in public. Even intimidating and protective around you. In private...

In private he'd kill just to have you look at him with affection... not fear, pity, or rage.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Irritated. You fighting him and his feelings makes his insecurities flare. You fighting him stresses him... and he'll do anything to make you stop.

Be that bribes, threats, restraints, or pressuring you... He wants you to listen to him. He knows he shouldn't force your affections, that it isn't healthy.

Yet Louis is impatient... and full of fear for what could happen when he loses you...

He understands why you're upset with him, after all he's done...

He just hopes you'll understand why he has to be so forceful at some point.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Not really and he'd hate you trying to escape.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When it comes to Louis and his character... I can think of a few things.

Such as, seeing him shoot someone in front of you for one reason or another. Another could be having the Shishigumi kidnapping you for him. That or even the isolation he forces you into just to soothe his own trauma... not daring to ask anyone else for help.

One way or another, you will see the top student deer covered in blood most likely not his own... all while he takes you away from the society you once thought you knew...

Just so he can drown out his insecurities in you...

Just so he can "love" you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Hard to say for him considering he still has an arranged marriage technically. However, with how you make him feel by the peak of his obsession, Louis would rather have you as his spouse. You just seem to... take his stress away.

He's reliant on you, even if he never wanted to be.

You are his stress relief, his guilty pleasure, one way or another he'll find a way to make you his...

That's the only future he wants.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Louis does get jealous, yes. He's jealous of the power carnivores have and jealous that Legoshi treats Haru so much better than he could. So... when he sees you off with someone else? Smiling, laughing, happy...

He may just lash out.

He wants that attention, that look you give...

He wants you... needs you...

Hopefully he'll have you soon.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's obsessive, clingy in private, possessive yet tries to pass it off as protective... Louis needs you like he needs air to breathe.

When he first met you, he never wanted to admit it, but his addiction to you and your soothing scent...

He's desperate and he hates it.

When he takes you into the Shishigumi, he's vulnerable in private... yet in front of his lions he tries to be as possessive as a carnivore.

Louis is an herbivore who will try to be as intimidating as a carnivore... but in private with you?

He's still the vulnerable deer he hates to be... holding you in his arms even if you hate to be there.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

I would think you both meet at Cherryton. Originally you don't associate much because he's the popular student at school. Yet eventually, fate brings you together, be that due to Tem's murder, drama club, or helping him in some other way.

If you're a carnivore, Louis originally looks at you with disdain. If you're an herbivore, he still tries to be distant, yet appreciates your presence. Louis doesn't like to rely on others, as said before.

However, when he tries to push you out of his mind, the thought of you doesn't leave.

This would make Louis hate his obsession for being so distracting. You make him feel weak and vulnerable... so he blames you. You don't deserve suffering for his feelings... yet it doesn't stop there.

After that he soon begins to realize he needs you. Even more so when he's with the Shishigumi for months. He hates to ask for help...

But you mean a lot to him.

Maybe you showed you cared for him but he always took it for granted or pushed you away? Maybe he realizes he shouldn't have been so harsh on you? Either way... Louis realizes he needs you.

You make his pain go away...

Which leads into him falling into his obsession, once again making you suffer due to his unchecked emotions.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

In public, he tries to act the same with everyone. In private, he's vulnerable with you because he trusts you as his coping mechanism... his beloved whom he wants to rely on...

His.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

I imagine isolation or something psychological. Something that forces you to need him as much as he needs you. I can't see him physically harming his obsession normally.

There's no need for that in his eyes.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He wants you to have your freedoms, but isn't afraid to... "limit your options" by keeping you isolated within the Shishigumi.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Louis is mostly patient... but if you push his buttons in a certain way, like threaten him or try to leave...

That quickly drains his patience.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

I... imagine not. He knows he should move on, he has to move on... but he was so reliant... so attached....

He probably will eventually... yet the thought of you weighs pretty heavily on him.

You never leave his mind... and he's never the same.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little but he most likely won't let you go. He knows he should... but he can't.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Most likely trauma... unfortunately. He's lived without genuine love for most of his life. Now he's going to crave it once he feels it.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

A small part of him feels guilty he's using you... all while he attempts to console you. Another part of him is frustrated you keep doing this and won't accept him. He needs to either be patient or let you go...

Both options are hard...

But he knows deep down he isn't ever going to let you go on his own.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Good behavior I assume, reciprocating his affections and soothing him. Maybe trying to convince him to do the right thing and let you go if he truly loves you... That you'll come back to see him soon.... The issue is, if you try to trick him, he does have help and most likely will catch you.

However... play your cards right... and you may be able to taste a little bit of freedom for a while... until he finds you.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not intentionally.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere... entirely. Yet he'd go to great lengths to keep you by his side. He needs you... and he's determined to have you need him too.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I imagine it would be after a few months, maybe almost a year, before he finally gives up and realizes he needs you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Unintentionally.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

About Me:

Ry here! Welcome to my chaotic little corner of the internet. I’m 28, Texas born and raised, proudly Latina ✨ and a lifelong WWE fan (since the Attitude Era, bitchhh). Currently a college junior majoring in Social Work and a full-blown Quentin Tarantino stan. I write dark romance, emotional chaos, and character-driven stories where love feels like survival and no one gets out clean. Expect morally gray characters, obsession, betrayal, trauma, heavy cinematic vibes, and the kind of gut punches that linger. My longform fics live on Archive of Our Own. Blurbs and older requests are on my Tumblr. I don’t take requests anymore, and I don’t dedicate work — everything I write is mine and messy on purpose. If you’ve read Back to Black or No Church in the Wild, you already know I’m not afraid of taboo topics. And yes... I’m that Jhea writer 🤣 Got questions about my fics? Don’t be shy, message me anytime. — Ryan Reigns 💗

https://archiveofourown.org/users/acutecrashoutjeyuso

Masterlists ⬇️

COMPLETED:

Between the Ropes Trilogy is a collection of three fanfics accumulating 615k words over the course of September 2024 to March 2025. The premise is Jey and Rhea’s love begins in secrecy, a dangerous spark that grows into an undeniable force, challenging family, loyalty, and the life they’ve always known. As they fight for each other, past traumas and unresolved demons resurface, threatening to tear them apart just as they prepare to welcome a new life. But love comes at a cost, and when tragedy strikes, Jey is left to raise their son alone while Rhea struggles to survive. Separated by grief, guilt, and the weight of their choices, they must each decide whether love is strong enough to withstand the ultimate test—or if their story was doomed from the start?

Possession is a short story of over 122k words spanning over 21 chapters. Its premise is: When Jey Uso is sidelined by a severe injury, his girlfriend Rhea Ripley is paired with his twin brother, Jimmy, to compete as a team. Their growing in-ring chemistry soon extends outside the ring, complicating relationships as Jimmy’s professional admiration turns into an unhealthy obsession. WWE capitalizes on their dynamic for a storyline, fueling Jimmy’s possessiveness and straining Rhea’s bond with Jey. Caught between the brothers and the pressures of WWE’s narrative, Rhea faces tough choices that blur the line between fiction and reality, threatening her relationship and career. Will Jey and Rhea’s connection survive the chaos?

Marilyn Monroe: This fanfic is loosely based off of Ryan's time in several mental health institutions as a teenager and her trauma bonding with an ex partner who is now deceased after his battle with depression. Some events in this fanfiction have been dramatized or changed for added effect. Marilyn Monroe has become Ryan's most popular fanfic with over 1k hits on A03 and multiple notes on Tumblr. Marilyn Monroe features a warning pasted at each chapter of the certain themes it deals with. Its premise is: Jey and Rhea are two broken souls who meet at a support group after separate suicide attempts. They form an intense, volatile connection, finding solace in each other’s pain. But as their relationship deepens, they realize their love could either pull them toward healing or push them further into their destructive tendencies.

Across the Ropes is a failed 10 chapter story focusing on Zilla Fatu and a original character. This originally planned to be a 20 chapter story but with the final chapter of Checkmate being published, Ryan chose not to continue this story.

RE:MEMORY is a grief piece. It's premise is What if the person you loved the most died—and you didn’t have to let them go? After losing his wife Rhea just 43 days into their marriage, Joshua Fatu receives a mysterious VR device that allows him to relive his memories with her in perfect detail. But as he falls deeper into the simulation, the line between grief and obsession begins to blur. Love doesn’t bring people back without taking something in return… and when you reach into the afterlife, something always reaches back. RE: Memory has begun.

Back To Black is Ryan's first ever Usocest fic created in secrecy. It was started on March 9th and completed June 18th. It's premise is: In the shadows of forbidden love and reckless desire, Jey Uso is ensnared. After witnessing his twin/lover, Jimmy, in betrayal’s embrace, Jey spirals into the arms of his own cousin Roman, where solace morphs into a dark addiction. As the truth claws its way toward the surface, whispers of suspicion and manipulation tighten their grip. In this game of concealed passions, every heart is at risk—and the impending revelation threatens to leave no soul unscarred.

ON-GOING:

No Church in the Wild is a 40-chapter, multi-decade psychological drama that follows Jimmy and Jey Uso from age 18 to 39 as they navigate a forbidden, obsessive relationship hidden beneath their wrestling careers. Split into four major acts (2003–present), the story explores themes like codependency, taboo, jealousy, religious guilt, and emotional decay. It's messy, haunting, and deeply intimate. There are no leaks, no twinswapping, and no abuse—just toxic love, heavy denial, and a bond that refuses to die, no matter who they marry or how far they run.

The Strata Trilogy: is a planned trilogy preparing to last from February 2025 to December 2025 at the most. This is next trilogy that Ryan herself has curated with several outlines and plans for this type of dynamic. Its premise is: Demi Bennett thought she was just indulging in a secret affair with Joe Anoa’i, but when he presents her with a contract, she quickly learns that desire comes at a cost—her autonomy. Now bound to his rules, she quickly learns that Obedience isn’t optional; it’s enforced. Struggling to learn the dynamics of the Fatu brothers and with Paul Heyman managing her life as efficiently as he does Joe’s career, Demi realizes she isn’t just his lover—she’s owned. As she navigates the depths of submission, one question lingers—was this truly her choice, or did she belong to him from the start?

The Fatus: loosely based of Ryan's fascination with American crime families, The Sopranos, Weeds and Goodfellas, this was number one picked fanfic to begin Ryan's summer fics. It only features one chapter as of 03/23/2025 with it's anticipated return in July. This fanfic follows Jey Uso, the head of a powerful Samoan crime family, as he struggles to balance the ruthless demands of his empire with the pressures of family life. His wife, Rhea, enjoys the privileges of being a mob wife but refuses to be just a silent partner-she's as cunning and dangerous as Jey, making her both his greatest ally and his biggest challenge. As rival factions, federal investigations, and betrayal threaten their reign, Jey and Rhea must navigate shifting loyalties and moral dilemmas while keeping their marriage from crumbling under the weight of their empire. In a world where power is everything, can love survive, or will the Fatu legacy destroy them both?

6WITCH: is a short story planning to last up to 25 to 30 chapters at the most. 6witch (pronouced Switch) was the second voted fanfic in polls that Ryan curated in last February. This fanfic explores the complex and passionate relationship between Jey Uso, Rhea Ripley, and Damian Priest, who form a secret throuple amid the pressures of their high-profile lives. As they navigate their forbidden love, the trio faces intense public scrutiny, having to carefully conceal their relationship from both the media and the public eye. As their bond deepens, they must find ways to balance their feelings with the constant fear of exposure, all while dealing with the challenges of jealousy, secrecy, and the tension of keeping their love hidden. Will they be able to protect their unconventional relationship from the world, or will the weight of society's judgment tear them apart?

📌 Blurbs & One Shot Masterlists

Blurbs and One Shots are a way for Ryan to take short breaks from her long-form fics and prevent burnout. If she can see it, she can write it! She has written for The Bloodline, The Judgment Day, Sami Zayn, and more.

Legend

💕= Smut

😂= Comedy

❤️= Fluffy

🙃= Angst

🩵= Romance

Higher - Rolleigns 💕

Gone Fishin' - Liv/Jey❤️

Friendly Competition - Solo/Rhea😂❤️

Jump - Roman/Rhea🙃

We Belong Together - Jhea🩵🙃

Hogtie - Roman/Reader💕

Get Your Ass Back Home - Rhea/Dom/Liv 🙃

Vegas - The Judgement Day & The Bloodline 😂

The Infamous Book Club - Jey/Solo/Rhea 😂

Lion's Kiss - Roman/Damian 🙃🩵

Farm Antics - Sami/Jey 🩵😂🏳️‍🌈

All The Stars - Sami/Solo 🙃🩵🏳️‍🌈

For Us - The Tongans/Reader/Jimmy 🙃

Safe - Jacob Fatu/Reader 🙃

Torn - Solo/Reader/Roman - slight 🙃💕

Control - Solo/Rhea/Jey slight 💕

Rhea for a day - Solo/Rhea/Jey 🩵😂

Crashout Jey Uso - slight Jhea 🙃

Crossing my Fingers - Sami/Jey 🙃🩵🏳️‍🌈

After Hours - Professor Jey/Reader 🙃🩵

Rock Your Hips... please and thank you - The Judgement Day/The Bloodline 😂

Tulips - Damian/Rhea 🩵❤️🙃

Watch Me - Rhea/Liv/Dom 🙃🩵

Don’t Forget About Us - Solo x Rhea 🙃🩵

Never Enough - Rhea Ripley 🙃

Rhea and Jey go to the movies - Jhea 😂

When You Can’t Feel - L4B 🙃🩵

Surprises - Damian x Rhea ❤️🩵

Fall of Him - slight Damian and Roman but not important. 🙃

Get Your Fuckin Ass Back Home - Jey x Brat!Reader 💕

Same Damn Time - Jimmy Uso x Reader x Damian Priest 💕

National Anthem - Jey Uso x Reader 💕🙃

The Teaching Assistant - Jimmy Uso x Reader 💕

Rub - Jey Uso x Reader 💕

D U Down - Jhea 💕

Enough - Jey Uso x PlusSize!Reader 💕🙃

Grind on Me - Jey Uso x Reader💕

Soundcheck - Dominik Mysterio x Reader💕

Freak - Jimmy Uso x Reader💕

Just Friends - Jey Uso x Liv Morgan 💕

Drunk In Love - Jhea 💕

HISS - Jhea 💕🐶🐾

How Many Licks? — Jimmy Uso x Reader💕

The Shaggy Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Sunflower Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Karaoke Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Labubu Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Mariachi Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Rockband Uso - Jhea 😂❤️

The Fairy Uso - Jhea 😂♥️

Ride Wit Me - Jhea 💕

Look Back At It - Jey Uso x Randy Orton 🏳️‍🌈💕

Pony - CodyJey 🏳️‍🌈💕

This lovely introduction is written by Josie A. Love you Ryan!

[wncestnoir]

i fully believe that dean wants to be sam’s hero—needs to be, even. he considers himself as sam's hero. it’s not just something he does, it’s part of how he sees himself. in his mind, his entire purpose from the moment he was a kid was to protect sam, take care of him, keep him safe. and somewhere along the way, that turned into this unshakable belief that no one can be there for sam the way he can.

dean sees himself as the one who fixes things for sam, who pulls him back from the edge, who takes the hits so sam doesn’t have to. and if anyone else steps into that space? if someone else tries to help or gets too close? it’s like a personal offense. because in dean’s eyes, that’s his role. his job. being sam’s hero is wrapped up in how he defines his own worth. it’s not about ego—it’s about love. intense, consuming, borderline self-destructive love. and yeah, it’s complicated and messy and sometimes unhealthy, but it’s also so raw and so human. because for dean, being sam’s hero isn’t just about saving him—it’s about mattering. it’s about knowing that no matter how bad things get, he can still be the one thing that makes sam okay.

and god help anyone who tries to take that place.

[some-stars]

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im gonna do more of these, but this one is "poolverine(-adjacent) fics where they have serious relationship conflict besides pre-confession pining and miscommunication". please enjoy! leave comments!

The One Where Logan and Wade Learn How to be Boyfriends (series), ashe_urbanipal Literally you could not describe a story/series in a way more designed to push all my most favorite buttons. They have to figure this shit OUT!! It's MESSY!!! And they keep TRYING and getting gradually, unevenly better at it, mostly!!! The love confessions happen in the first fic in the series and then we get into the MEAT of it all. Brain damage, jealousy, trauma, and intense relationship-repairing conversations while having fingers cut off. This series has it ALL.

Come Hell or High Water, farmhandler Another wonderfully messy long fic that acknowledges these guys need serious therapy. The deep affection and intense frustration are both so REAL, it makes me so happy.

Blood, Dirt, Love (Stop), por_queeee The relationship issues are resolved without TOO much difficulty here but they're definitely present, and also this fic has my absolute favorite take so far on Logan's X-Men-related trauma and how that might play out for him.

Don't Want To Be A Fool For You, HeavensAche This is just deliciously complicated and messy and beautiful. Like honestly I could list specific things but if you want the slow tangled process of them figuring their shit out, this DELIVERS.

Like a Little Prayer, whiskeywitch This one is very short but it's probably my favorite take on the "Logan skewers Wade during a nightmare" scenario. Intense but understated, not easily fully resolved.

It's Not Fucking Nice, Thestarvedghost I really enjoy this exploration of how Logan's two hundred years of issues and damage would weigh heavy on his relationship with Wade, no matter how much they love each other. A really interesting way to bring Logan's Victor issues into it, too. (Me being me, I should probably specify that this contains NO sibling incest, just deeply abusive and unhealthy relationship dynamics.)

the girlfriend experience, kekinkawaii In which Wade FUCKS UP, big time. Happy ending but GOD, I love when they really truly badly hurt each other.

so leave me my liver and leave me my skin (leave me the way all those other homes did), iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid Love when Logan gets to be an absolute fucking mess of trauma and poor coping skills. With a hopeful ending, even! (This one is gen but it's still in great part About Them.)

themes for future rec lists: best smut, my favorite honda odyssey fics, Just Really Fucking Good Shit, cablepool, ???

[a-killer-obsession]

Whoops, you got hit by a bus, and now you're in the world of One Piece. But not everything is quite as you remember it...

General Tags: afab reader, she/her reader pronouns, isekai, monsterfucker reader, vampire!kid, werewolf!killer, wyrm!heat, minotaur!wire, everyone has a human form, smut heavy, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent, serious violence, spoilers for Wano arc, starts pre-timeskip. There will be a lot of more intense kinks, please check AO3 for all current tags.

Chapter 6 - Puppy

Killer gets pegged 😊

WC: 3.7k

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A/N: in case you're someone who relies on the upload schedule to check in for chapters, there was a bonus chapter posted between tuesdays 😊 Be sure to read ch 5 then come back here ~

You woke up in Kid's bed, awkwardly laying across it, his heavy leg draped over you as he slept the right way up, snoring like a fucking truck. You couldn’t have been asleep for that long, no doubt woken by the snoring, so with the intention of going back to Heat's bed, you put all your strength into shoving his leg off of you. Unbeknownst to you, the venom Kid had injected you with had a healing effect, helping you regenerate your blood as quickly as possible, so the vampire could feed again quickly. It meant you felt none of the lightheadedness you felt earlier, in fact other than your hips hurting a little from Kid's harsh treatment you felt perfectly fine. Nothing a hot bath wouldn't fix though, which sounded like a nice idea right about now.

You threw on your shirt, wondering what had become of your pants, and quietly slipped out of the room. You considered using Kid's bathroom, but didn't want to push your luck with him. You made your way downstairs, about to open the door to Heat and Wire's bathroom when the door at the end of the hall opened, revealing Killer in his mask and sweatpants, his hair messy like he'd just gotten out of bed.

“What are you doing out here on your own, mouse?” Killer asked, leaning against his doorframe.

“I just left Kid's room,” you explained, “I was gonna have a bath before I went back to Heat.”

“You'll wake Wire running the bath this late,” Killer replied, stepping aside and beckoning you into his room, “come use mine instead.”

“Alright then,” you agreed. It didn't matter to you which bath you used, as long as you got some soothing hot water on your hips. You followed him into his room, not seeing much of the bedroom itself before the light from the hall disappeared as the door was shut. From what you could see, it looked tidy, decorated in blues and whites, with minimal decorations. He opened the door to his bathroom, flicking on the light and giving you another short look at the immaculately clean room before you followed him through, finding his bathroom to be a mirror image of the one Heat and Wire shared. Basic white porcelain amenities with tan tiles lining the bottom half of the wall and floors, the top halves tiled in white. The identical bathrooms each had a sink with decent counter space and drawers, a toilet, and a shower bath combo, the bath being large enough to fit someone tall and wide like many of the Kid Pirate crew were. For someone like you, that meant the bath was massive. Even for Killer, who was the smallest of the commanders, the bath was overkill. Not that you were complaining though as Killer went ahead and started filling it, adding oils and potions that made the water bubble and flooded the room with pleasant floral scents. Killer seemed like he was being extra nice to you, and you weren't sure why. In reality it was due to the fading scars of Kid's fangs that Killer could see on your neck. He appreciated you feeding Kid, knowing Kid would be in a much better mood tomorrow because of it, even if he didn't know that you didn't know you had done so.

Killer pulled down the toilet lid and sat on it as he indicated for you to get in the bath, so you slid off your shirt and sunk into the water, groaning at the pleasant temperature that Killer had gotten exactly right. You let yourself relax, enjoying a little the fact that Killer was definitely observing your naked body wherever the bubbles allowed him a window. “Do you want to join me, Kil?” You offered sweetly. He considered it for a moment, and finding no reason not to, stood and stripped his clothing, twisting his hair into a makeshift low bun to keep it dry. You pulled your legs up to make space for him as he slid in, the water almost spilling over to account for the extra displacement, and once he was settled you stretched back out, resting your feet on his thighs. He took one in his hands and rubbed it, making you sigh at the skillful massage.

“You know, you can take your mask off Kil,” you offered, “I know you don't trust me, but I have already seen your face. You must be getting awful condensation under there. Or I can close my eyes if you want. Whatever is most comfortable.”

Killer sighed to himself, feeling the uncomfortable dripping of sweat under his mask. He supposed it didn't matter much, since you'd already seen his face anyway, or at least you said you had. Either your story would be proven false and he'd never see you again anyway once they sold you, or you'd stick around and he'd get used to showing you his face at some point anyway. He hoped, since you had said he was one of your favourites, that you would be a safe outlet for him to explore the desires he had that required his mask to be off. Even something as simple as making out was not a luxury Killer usually had. You were so sweet with the way you doted on Heat despite his visual flaws, you didn't seem like the type who would make fun of him. And if you did, he could just kill you, so what did it matter? Perhaps it was worth the risk to feel his mouth against another's, or to be able to eat a woman out without needing to blindfold her.

With one last deep breath he reached back and unlatched his mask, sliding it off and placing it on the tile beside the tub, letting his messy bangs fall freely over his brows. You practically squeaked as you saw his unmasked face properly for the first time, his lips currently bare of lipstick since he'd previously been ready for bed. “My god, you're even more handsome in person!” You exclaimed, making him flush bright pink. You closed the distance between the two of you, sliding into his lap and pressing your breasts against his chest. “I bet your smile is even prettier in person too,” you purred, running your thumb over his lower lip, making him let out a small whine. He could tell you were being genuine, that this wasn't you just mocking him, and it made his dick twitch. “I can think of a few ways to make you smile too…”

“Yeah, like what?” Killer flirted back.

“Like, I could make you cum over and over until the only expression you can manage is a fucked out grin,” you replied, running your tongue along his jaw as you hand reached down between your bodies to find his cock. It was already hard as you grabbed it, making you smile mischievously. “Like that idea, do you? You're already so hard for me.”

“Fuck,” Killer growled as you started to pump his cock, focusing on the base while you brought down your other hand and rubbed your thumb over the sensitive head. Killer's head lolled back against the porcelain as you jerked him off, small groans escaping his mouth as you serviced him. You licked and nipped at his bared neck as your hands worked, leaving little red marks over his skin as he started to more openly pant, his cock throbbing in your hands as you moved faster.

“Does that feel good baby?” You purred. All he could give you in reply was a needy whine before he brought his head back up, looking at you with icy blue eyes that were black with lust before capturing your mouth with his, groaning as you forced your tongue into his mouth. “Good boy, Kil,” you purred as you pulled away, sucking on his ear lobe, “good boy, you gonna cum for me?”

“Fuck, yes, gonna- gonna cum,” he groaned, his hips trying their best to buck under your weight to fuck your hand faster. You took the hint and increased your pace, squeezing a little harder around his shaft. “Ah- fuck, mouse, ah, cumming.”

“Good boy Killer,” you purred, “good boy.” You slowed your pace but didn't stop entirely. As expected of his stamina, he hadn't gone soft yet, so you kept stroking him despite how overstimulated he was, enjoying the way he whimpered. “We're not done yet though baby, not until I see that pretty smile. Let's go to the bed though, shall we?”

“Mmm,” Killer replied, dazed from his orgasm but more than keen for another. You slid off his lap and stood, watching with amusement as he hungrily watched the water drip down your naked form. He shuffled forward and wrapped his arms around your thighs, pressing his face against your mound and looking up at you with pleading eyes.

“You want to taste me baby?” You cooed down at him, pushing his fringe out of his face. He nodded eagerly and nuzzled against you, but you pulled his hair hard, forcing his face away from you as you bent down a little to scold him. “You can taste me when you've been a good boy and given me what I want. Cum for me lots and show me that pretty smile, and I'll give you a reward. Can you be a good boy and do that for me, Killer?”

“C-can you call me puppy?” He asked with a whine, enjoying the way you pulled on his hair. You blinked in surprise at the request but certainly weren't opposed to it.

“Of course, puppy,” you replied, watching Killer's eyes light up and his cock twitch in response, “now be a good pup and go dry off and get on the bed, kay?”

“Okay!” He replied eagerly, almost knocking you down as he scrambled out of the tub and grabbed a towel. He grabbed one for you too before scurrying off to the bedroom, turning on a bedside lamp, knowing you wouldn't give him his reward till you got what you wanted. You took your time drying off, and when you came into the bedroom you were surprised to find Killer waiting for you with something in his hand. What looked like a series of attached belts, and a large dildo made to look like an enlarged version of a dog's cock, knot included. “Will you… use these?” He asked anxiously. He wasn't sure how far he could push you to indulge his kinks, but thus far you had shown you were more than willing to do whatever any of the commanders asked you to, so surely pegging him wasn't outside your comfort zone. Your mouth watered looking at him, his sweet handsome face waiting for you to reply, his cock red and needy. The great Massacre Soldier Killer, begging you to peg him. What a fucking day.

“You've been so good so far, I don't see why not,” you replied as you made your way to him, trying to hide how wet you were. If you'd slipped you were sure you would have just slid the rest of the way to the bed. “Come help me put it on, sweet puppy.”

Killer moved quickly to get the harness on you, tightening it so it fit like a glove. He was kneeling in front of you by the time he was done, showing you how eager he was by running his tongue over the silicone dildo and sucking on the end of it. “Look at you go puppy,” you praised, “you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. I can't wait to see how pretty you look with your tight little asshole stretched around it.” You threaded your hand through his blonde hair, forcing him deeper onto the dildo, “Gag on it, puppy, show me how much you want it.”

Killer obediently took the cock as far as he could into his mouth, his eyes watering as he choked around the thick dildo, unable to take the knot in his mouth. “Good boy, pup,” you told him as you pulled him away, his lips releasing the silicone cock with a pop, “go lay on your back. You got lube for me pup?”

Killer grabbed a bottle from his sidetable for you before laying on his back, stroking his cock eagerly as he waited for you to touch him. Not in your wildest dreams did you think you'd get the chance to finger fuck, let alone peg someone as strong and proud as Killer, or call him puppy for that matter. It was frankly adorable, and it made your cunt ache. You weren't sure which of the two of you was more looking forward to him eating you out at this point. But first, you had a very needy puppy to attend to, as you knelt on the bed between his spread legs.

You coated your fingers in a liberal amount of lube, dripping some onto his asshole and spreading it around. Your other hand grasped his thigh, pulling him open as he fisted himself and hissed at the first touch of the cold liquid on his ass. You teased his entrance with your index finger before pushing it in, Killer immediately balling the sheets in his free hand and moaning. He was relaxed and willing, so it was easy to slide in a second finger, pumping him slowly at first as you eased him open. The dildo he wanted you to use was decently large, and your fingers were slim, you would need to work hard to work him open enough. You leaned down and sucked on his balls as you slid in a third finger and worked it to the last knuckle, sucking one marble into your mouth and playing with it with your tongue as your fingers moved faster. Finally you managed to fit in a fourth finger, working him wide open while he groaned and squirmed. You replaced his hand with your own, pumping him fast as you sucked on his balls, working his cock with your hand at the same pace you were working his ass until he cried out, his ass clamping around your fingers and ropes of cum spirting from his cock, splashing against your face and dripping over your fingers.

“Oooooh fuck,” Killer groaned as you slowly withdrew your fingers from his ass, running your tongue over your other cum coated hand and cleaning the remnants from his cock.

“You're being such a good boy, puppy,” you praised, making him whine. His cock was softening but it wasn't going to deter you, he didn't need to be hard for you to fuck his ass. “You got one more for me puppy? Ready for me to fuck that tight ass?”

“Yes!” He replied, “Yes, please, please fuck me.”

“You're so cute when you beg,” you cooed, saturating the dildo with lube and fisting it to spread it out, as well as adding more to his gaping asshole. You lined the tip up with his ass, more than excited to use the dildo on him. “So very pretty,” you slid in slowly, watching his whole body tense as he groaned and balled the sheets in his fists, his hips raising off the bed as you worked the dildo in deeper and deeper. “Good puppy, just like that, there you go.”

With slow, patient movement you were able to get the dildo up to the knot, the bulbous base pressing against his ass and stretching it a little further with each movement, threatening to squeeze inside. You stayed still as he adjusted around you, trying to treat him as you would hope to be treated, being careful and gentle, adding more lube when you felt necessary. “Good boy, just let me know when you're ready baby, okay?”

Killer groaned and nodded, panting already as he rolled his hips, beckoning you to move. You moved slowly at first, his cock slowly twitching back to life as you thrust in and out of him, “That feel good, pup?” You asked him. Killer couldn't answer in words anymore, too lost to his pleasure, his hands digging into your hips as he pulled you to fuck him harder and faster. His hips rolled in time with yours, fucking himself on the dildo as thin precum began to leak from his cock. He looked divine like that, the low light shining a warm glow across his well sculpted torso, his hair spilling out around him, his eyes closed and mouth open in a small ‘o’. You could tell he was getting close, his movements sloppy and desperate and his moans getting deeper and more akin to growls.

“The- the knot- please,” Killer groaned, trying to push himself further on to the strap. You pushed back against him, his vision going white as the bulb at the base of the dildo slipped inside his ass and his cock spurted a pathetic amount of cum, already spent from his earlier orgasms. His body shook, his thighs clamping around you and squeezing you as he whined. Then you got what you wanted, a fucked out smile spreading on his face as his eyes rolled back, just as pretty as you thought it would be, before finally his body went limp against the mattress.

“Don't pull out yet, please,” he pleaded. You stayed right where you were, letting Killer catch his breath as well as your own, having put your all into fucking him. After a while he gave you a nod, and you began to pull away, but he winced as the knot caught. You reached under and slid your pinky finger inside him, making him groan with the sting of the extra stretch, which was quickly remedied as you relieved the air pressure that was keeping the dildo trapped. With the suction finally released you were able to pull out, leaving his asshole gaping and clenching around nothing.

“Good puppy,” you praised, cupping his face tenderly and running your thumb over his cheek as he whined softly, “stay right there baby.”

You disappeared to his bathroom where you removed the strap, leaving it in the sink for him to clean later. You rummaged in his drawers until you found a handcloth, dampening it in the sink and returning to the bed where Killer was half asleep. He whined as the cool cloth touched him but allowed you to continue, wiping first the cum from his stomach and cock, before cleaning away the lubricant from his ass and thighs. You were about to get up to dispose of the cloth when he tore it from your hand, throwing it to the floor and rolling you to your back. Before you could protest, he was burying his face between your legs, his groans vibrating your needy cunt as he found how wet you were. He was pleased that you seemed to have enjoyed pegging him, and he ate you out as best he could to show you his thanks, sucking on your clit and lapping thick stripes up your pussy.

You gripped his hair hard, remembering from earlier how much he enjoyed when you pulled it, moaning as his whines sent another wave of vibrations through you. “Oh fuck, good pup,” you moaned, “what a thirsty puppy, drink up all you want my sweet pup.”

Killer moaned against you at your praises, dipping his tongue inside you and using the strong muscle to fuck you while his thumb rubbed your clit. His other hand reached under his chin, his middle finger rubbing at your asshole which was drenched with your dripping arousal. He pushed in just the tip, making your clit tingle pleasantly as he worked the three sensitive points simultaneously with his hands and tongue. “Oh fuck, just like that,” you groaned, pulling his hair hard, “yes, yes, fuck, good boy, gonna cum, fuck, fuck.”

His finger slid deeper into your ass and the extra pressure was enough to put you over the edge. You came with a scream as you gushed on his tongue, almost yanking his golden locks from his scalp with how hard you pulled. He withdrew the finger from your ass but continued to rub your clit hard, forcing an additional gush of release from you and making you see stars. You went limp against his bedding, shaking and panting, your whole body tingling with your orgasm as he gave one last wide stripe up your cunt. He crawled up the bed, kissing his way up your abdomen until he was looming over you, his mouth meeting yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he rubbed it against yours, your face getting wet as your cum transferred between your faces. Finally he rolled off you, laying beside you with a sated sigh. “Thanks,” he said softly.

“Mm, no need to thank me,” you breathed, “that was fun.”

“Please don't tell anyone though…” he said softly, a nervous tint to his voice, “about the… puppy thing. They'll laugh at me.”

“I won't tell a soul, Kil,” you smiled, rolling to your side to cuddle up against him, “it's nobody else's business.”

“Mouse,” Killer's tone turned serious, “your story, are you telling the truth?”

“Of course I am,” you replied, tracing his collarbone with a finger. The finger slid up his neck, catching on his chin and forcing him to look at you. “I would never lie to you, Killer. Never.”

Killer sighed softly and buried his face in your breasts, holding you tight. He desperately hoped you were telling the truth, feeling like he had someone he could be himself with. He'd be disappointed if they had to get rid of you afterall. Your heart was beating steadily though, no sign of fear or uncertainty, and he let that steady beat lull him to sleep, holding you close to him. He couldn't even remember the last time he slept unmasked next to a woman.

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Hi!! I was wondering if you can do the yandere alphabet for toby, I love the way you write him!! Thanks so much!!

Yandere Alphabet: Tobias Rogers - Ticci Toby

contents: Yandere Alphabet for Ticci Toby (gn!reader)

more Ticci Toby content here!

WARNINGS: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS, YANDERE, NON-CON/DUB-CON, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

How do they show their love and affection? 

As it would be expected from him. Physical touch and quality time are his main love languages. He doesn't really know much aside from that. He can't afford to buy you gifts and even if he wanted to make you one he would find it difficult due to his ticks. Toby just finds it easier to express his affection through physical touch. A hug, a kiss and even an annoying poke at your sides from time to time helps him demonstrate just how much he loves and wants you.

Aside from that, he loves spending time with you. Whether it be watching a movie he managed to steal from one of his victims houses on the old T.V. the operator gave him. Or simply lying down together talking about nothing and everything. Toby craves company.

How intense would it get?

Depends. Sometimes it can be months without you seeing him since he actually has a job to do (even if that said job is murdering for the sake of an entity you're not even sure exists outside of his imagination). But once he's back expect him to be all over you. He wants you, he needs you, he craves you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Toby is not a fan of making a scene. After all, when he became himself it was a big scene. Still, what needs to be done needs to be done. If he has to set a whole town on fire and decapitate all of its inhabitants, then he will no matter how annoying and stressful he finds it.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

How would they treat their darling once abducted? 

Toby is gentle. His whole life has been marked with rough event after rough event. He wants to hold you, he wants to kiss you and love you in the kindest and most pure way he can. He doesn't like verbally or physically abusive men, so why would he become one when they are the sole reason he is the way he is. Toby needs to be gentle, not only to keep you safe by his side, but to suppress the urge to kill that lies deep within him.

Would they mock them?

He just doesn't have the bone to be cruel inside of him. Toby is all soft smiles and kind words. Although not mocking, he can be cooing and teasing towards his darling when he wants to. Treating them like a child in some sort of way.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He really, really tries to respect his darling's wishes as much as he can. But he is a man after all, a man with needs, carnal needs over everything else.

He can't control himself at times. No matter how much you scream and cry he just needs to have you all for himself every once in a while.

Naked, animalistic and even if he would never admit it, roughly so. He traps you against the mattress and takes you right then and there. It's his right after all... it has to be, right?

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

 How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? 

He finds it hard to open himself sometimes. But when he does its always in a pure way. His feelings can be so innocent at times. After all, those who grew up living childhood trauma in it's most scarring ways always end up trapped in a certain state of mind that protects the inner child others failed to protect.

Toby's feelings are blunt and raw. He often fails to mask the ugliest parts of his mind and heart. But he trusts you enough to tell you about said parts. Try to make it seem like it doesn't disgust you as much, for your own safety.

How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He has had so much taken away from him. So, at certain times he can be a little stone hearted about you. What is another thing he loves taken away from him. He tries to pretend like it's nothing, he tries to mask that vulnerability for coldness.

But then again, so much has been taken away from him that he couldn't bear to loose anything else. He needs you like one needs air to breathe. He would do anything to keep you by his side, anything and everything.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Stressed. He always has his guard up, if you fought back it would make his walls raise higher and higher until he just ends up doing something you'll both regret. You much more than him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

 Is this a game to them?

No. He doesn't have time to play around anymore. He isn't a child even if he acts like one at times. But in this sort of situation, he handles the relationship with much more maturity than many others.

 How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No. Too much of a stressful situation. He is capable of exploding if you force him to. So don't test his limits unless you want to see the time bomb blow up right in front of your face.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Toby can be weird. After all that's the whole reason his world turned upside down. He's weird and he's just learning how to handle being weird. He doesn't know many limits because his empathy is blinded. He can understand feelings he has been through but not the one's he hasn't experienced. That's why he is not that hesitant to rape his darling. You have to understand that he can't understand you unless what you have lived its similar.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants them by his side. That's all. He can't aspire for normality anymore even if he wanted to. Just the thought of getting to hold them every night from this moment on is enough to let him get a good night's sleep.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Toby is jealous. After all, extreme jealousy is just another way of him to demonstrate that he still has to grow a bit more. He acts like a child about to have his favorite toy taken away from him. He will cry, and kick and scream and if that doesn't work, he will punch, he will cut and he will kill.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

In all honesty, he is corny. Toby doesn't have much reference for how a healthy and real relationship is supposed to go. His influences are Masky and Hoodie (which are in fact, not that great), the Operator, movies and T.V. shows and porn. He doesn't know how to act around his darling. He tries to play it cool, then becomes overbearing, then sensitive, then quiet, then nervous. He is a roller coaster to be around.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Love letters is the way! Like I said, Toby doesn't have much of a reference on how to conquer the heart of the one he loves and desires. So, with what he has been taught and advised, he writes. In a crude and certainly a bit disturbing way, but it comes from the bottom of his heart.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. He may be a bit more talkative with his darling. But Toby will always be Toby no matter how hard he tries to pretend he isn't.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He isn't fond of punishments. He is scared of them in fact. The most he's willing to do is isolation, tying you up until your limbs get numb is another option.

And then there is the... brutal part. Toby understands pain and pleasure can go hand in hand (or at least is what he has heard Masky say). So sexual punishments are something that he would be willing to enhance over his darling. After all, they aren't hurtful as long as he controls the force he uses over your body.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not that many. Toby doesn't understand the purpose of limitations when he lives outside of them after all. If he could, he would cage you and strip you out of every sort of autonomy he could. But he doesn't have the time nor discipline to do it. He'll take as much as he can from you without causing you any sort of physical harm or making you fear him.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's just such a sweetheart. He'll wait as long as he can. He wants to be good to you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He is kinda forced to do so. The scar of your loss would be there. Forever and ever, your thought plagues his mind every once in a while even if he has found a new obsession. You are and always will be an important part of his life.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

 Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? 

As guilty as one can feel. Toby sees abducting you more as a divine obligation he has to fulfill. He has to have you and protect you from all the cruel things that have and could happen to you.

Would they ever let their darling go?

No.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Toby has had a very hard life. His mind is stained and scarred by every major traumatic event that has come across him. His vision of reality is distorted and tainted by the damage his brain and heart have suffered. That's mostly what makes him behave the way he does.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He would actually feel terribly bad. His intentions have never been to inflict any harm or pain to his darling. Tears and screams are something he's just too familiar with. Not because he has lived them, but because he has caused them. Or have you forgotten he's a killer just yet?

Toby knows how and when to cause pain and suffering. And he avoids it at all costs around his darling.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He is surprisingly sweet! His way of acting is very puppy like. You can actually coax him into behaving like a decent person around you instead of the traumatized mess he is.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He can be gone for long periods of time. Although don't expect the operator not the traps he has set around your hideout to cooperate in your escape attempt. Careful of not beheading yourself, always watch your step.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Refer back to letter N for punishments.

Toby is willing to hurt his darling if the situation is extreme enough. Whether it is that you tried to kill him, or escape, or betray him in any sort of way. Toby will harm you and inflict a punishment that matches the seriousness of the crime commited.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

How much would they revere or worship their darling? 

He isn't religious. He doesn't believe in any God nor any deity. But his darling is just so close to perfection that sometimes he wonders if they are some sort of supernatural entity manifested in this world for him to find and revere for the rest of eternity.

In his delusions, he may turn to the operator and ask them for answers about his feelings about you. Why does he want you so bad, why does he sees you as the incarnation of everything good and perfect?

To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He has crossed many lines before. And he is willing to cross them to win you over. Murder, arson, torture, isolation. Anything for you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He is patient. As long as you don't push the jealousy and protectiveness buttons he is willing to wait a long long time for you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally at least. Refer back to letter H and N.

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