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bluntneedle · 4 months

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The Night Nurse

Chaeryeong x Fem!Reader

Warning: Yandere

You were hospitalised from a hit-and-run car accident that took both your parents’ lives, causing you to slip into a state of depression. You would just cry in your hospital bed all day, the only exception being when a pretty nurse who introduced herself as Chaeryeong was around. She would always tend to your every need and make you forget about everything else. It was just so easy when she was so nice to you, maybe even too nice.

Whenever the other patients teased you about Chaeryeong saying it was obvious she had feelings for you, you would just laugh it off and say that it was impossible. But why else would she always bring you takeouts from your favourite place when you insisted that the hospital food was just fine? Or linger outside the door when the other patients talked about her thinking you couldn’t see her when you could see her eves dropping through the window with a shy smile on her face?

It didn’t take long for Chaeryeong to confess to you, clumsily fumbling over her words because she was so nervous. She wouldn’t even look into your eyes and just stared at the floor the whole time. You heart clenched hearing her confession, but you had to reject her because you weren’t ready to let someone into your life yet. You didn’t want to lose someone important again. “But I will never leave you!” “I’m sorry, Chae, it’s still a no.” Her lips trembled hearing your rejection. You were so cruel! “When can I be discharged, Chae? I feel much better already.” You shuffled your legs around under the blanket. She gripped your hands tightly telling you that you didn’t have to worry about the hospital fees because her dad owned the hospital and you could stay for as long as you wanted, making you lose your temper and tug your hands away from her because why couldn’t she understand that you wanted to leave and live a normal life? She stared at your legs as if in a trance, mumbling something about you not being ready yet before dashing out the door.

The next few days, Chaeryeong would only visit you to give you your daily medication and then leave without a word. You wanted to ask her to stay with you longer because only she can make you happy and the days are so much longer now that she doesn’t spend it with you, but you wanted to give her space after the rejection. You also started feeling weaker and out of breath every time you talked for too long so you started to chat with the other patients less.

One day you woke up in an isolated room and a nurse informed you that your injuries had worsened and you needed special attention. But weren’t you just getting better? At one point all the nurses stopped coming to your room too and you were completely alone most of the time except when the same nurse would bring you food but refused to do or say anything else. Chaeryeong would only visit you at night and you had to fight the urge to sleep to catch a glimpse of her. Deep down, you knew that she had something to do with what happened to you recently but you were so lonely that you just wanted her back. You always asked her why she only visited at night but she just dodged the question and asked you if you’re sleepy because she couldn’t bring herself to lie to you, but she also couldn’t tell you she was tracking down all the people who were responsible for your accident so that she could kill each and every one of them for hurting you.

When you finally held onto her wrist one night and demanded to know what she had done she broke down and told you that she had no other choice but to drug you so would stay with her, kneeling beside your bed and telling you about her abusive father and her mother who left when she was four. She was just so lonely and you were her everything. When she realised that you went silent she got up and told you that she would give you time to think, making sure you saw the tears rolling down her face before leaving because she knew that you were soft and it would confuse you and make you pity her. By the time you realised the danger you were in and wanted to escape she had already hid your phone away and any other devices that could reach the outside world.

One night her ice-cold fingers woke you from your sleep and her face ghosted over yours in the dark as she mumbled something about a routine check. You tried to push her away weakly but she just used your lost momentum against you, pining you harder against the bed and insisted on performing some kind of checkup on you. You whimpered weakly as her fingers crept all over your body even though it didn’t hurt when she pressed just a little too hard on your wounds because she had dosed you with so much painkillers everyday and it didn’t even feel cold when she lifted your clothes up and licked all your bruises saying that it would help make them heal faster and called you her poor baby and told you all the bad things she had done to the people who hurt you. She panicked seeing your tears, apologising profusely saying it’s all over now and that she wouldn’t kill anyone if you’d just be good, making you cry louder.

You thought it was all over when she didn’t show up after that night for three days straight until she walked in with a dazed look on the fourth night, telling you that she did it. You were too afraid to ask her what she meant by it but it didn’t take long for her to clasp your hands in hers, telling you that she had finally taken her father’s life for you. You shook your head furiously, saying that it had nothing to do with you but she wasn’t listening to you anymore. “Don’t you see? I’m finally free from that monster. You gave me the courage to escape, my love. And now that his hospital is mine, I can extend your stay for as long as I want. Not that I need to do that anymore…” You hesitantly asked her what she meant and she caressed your legs slowly, which you realised couldn’t feel her touch anymore. “Your legs are paralysed forever. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you until the day we die. You need me as much as I need you.”

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lino-jagiyaa · 1 year

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𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - yandere series | masterlist

this series will include 10 fics/drabbles between 1000 - 2000+ words and will mostly be requested

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.

rules/info:

one fic per idol

i’m labeling these as yandere solely on the fact that each person is being presented as possessive and controlling. — that being said, i won’t include gore, or any graphic descriptions of violence

ie. blood, gore), in some fics i may include mentions of death but never any graphic description of it.

all fics in this series will be smut, suggestive, or just angst. no fluff will be included. so minors dni!

if there are multiple requests for the same kink, prompt, or scenario i will just write them for each of the same.

you can use the nsfw prompts i already have available or create your own. you can choose up to 3.

you cannot pair any of the idols together (ie. a threesome). again, one fic per idol

use my ask box to request - not in the comments for this post

i’ve decided to finish these up to celebrate reaching 200 followers on my blog since i’m very close to reaching that (since i announced this series in december of last year) <3

list of groups/idols you can choose from:

stray kids (5/8 taken)

ateez (2/8 taken)

enhypen hyung line (1/4 taken)

txt (2/5 taken)

10/10 slots filled

- line up

all mine - preview

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 | Lee Felix - @qjqja

(soft dom, marking)

safe - preview

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 | Han Jisung - @dadonbabysworld

(breeding kink & dacryphilia)

see me - preview

𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 | Lee Minho

(mirror sex, dom!minho, size kink, breeding kink)

only - preview

𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 | Bang Chan - @monstaxdirtywonk

(jealousy, brat taming)

moonlight - preview

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | Hwang Hyunjin

(somnophilia/CNC with soft!dom)

salvatore - preview

𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 | Park Seonghwa - @whatudowhennooneseesyou

(praise, body worship, lovebombing)

chained - preview

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 | Park Jongseong

(bondage, overstimulation)

change - preview

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 | Kang Taehyun

(degradation, orgasm control, thigh riding)

dark room - preview

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 | Choi Beomgyu

(breeding kink + obsession)

let me love you - preview

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | Choi San

(mutual masturbation, dacryphilia)

leave a comment to be added to the taglist - lmk if you’d like to be tagged for all or only a specific one !

#linojagiyaa’s yandere series #skz smut #ateez smut #enhypen yandere #txt yandere #skz yandere #enhypen smut #yandere itzy #yandere twice

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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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Red Roses

Ryujin x Fem!Reader

Summary - You sense you’re being followed. Quickly leaving the festival, you make your way home only to find the walls of your house provide no comfort. Something is off. Is someone inside with you?

Genre - Yandere

Warnings - Yandere, suggestive, stalking

Word Count - 1.5k

Someone’s following you.

You can feel their eyes on your skin, drinking you up, taking the last ounce of your sanity.

Shivering, you look over your shoulder once more before dashing through the crowd. The festival echoes in the streets the further you get away from the celebration. Turning down another street in an attempt to throw whoever is following you off the scent, you face the entrance of the alley and wait. No one passing notices you, no one looks out of place.

Bending down, you slip out of your left high heel and rub the ball of your foot. Stretching it out as you bend your toes back and forth before placing them back into the open-toed stiletto, you bitterly wonder why you thought the shoes would be a good idea tonight.

Creeping up against the wall, you peek your head out into the main drag of the previous street. Nothing looks out of place so you step behind three loud ladies, keeping pace with them for a few blocks. Taking a last glance over your shoulder, you part ways with the girls and turn onto your own street.

It’s quiet, and much darker than the street the festival had been raging on. You almost turn back but you’re so close to home. You can’t see anything unusual yet something nags at the back of your throat, making it hard to breathe. Ignoring it you continue on, only a few houses from your own now.

If you’re being honest the feeling of being watched is something that you notice from time to time. Tonight it started before you had even left the house. Your therapist said it was something to do with the lack of attention you received as a child but you don’t believe that. If there is no one watching you then why does it feel so real? Is it okay to completely ignore your intuition?

Darting across the lawn of your home, you glance around while digging into your bag, every shadow a potential threat. Your fingers stretch out, frantic to find your keys as you reach your front porch. Why hadn’t you grabbed them earlier!

Relief washes over you as you hear the muffled tinkling of your keychain. The triumphant smile spreading across your face quickly falters. The absence of the cold metal between your fingers freezes you in place.

The keys aren’t in your bag. They aren’t in your hands.

You're not the one making the sound of the keys.

The clanging of the keyrings and metal on metal bounces around inside your brain and you resist the urge to scream. There is a rational explanation. There always is. Thinking of the moments before you left the house, you try to pinpoint the moment the door was locked. It happened – you locked it, but did you grab the keys?

Looking up at the door your legs feel like water as the tension inside them evaporates. The keys are in the lock. You left them in the goddamn door. Placing a hand over your heart you chuckle, snatching up the keys and shoving them into your bag where they belong.

Clambering inside, you hold your breath until you hear the click of the bolt. You slide down the door, resting your head back against the sturdy door and let out a sigh. It’s safe here. There’s nothing to fear now.

You need a bath, to relax and let all your worries pour down the drain in a swirl of mist, to let it all go. Right as you start to pull yourself up off the floor the subtle sound of your alarm echoing from your bedroom roots you in place. The sound of the violin is no longer comforting, now etching dread in deep spiral patterns within your heart instead.

The last time you fiddled with it you must have pressed something, you must have changed the setting, turning AM to PM. This explanation is neat - it works. It is something believable. It works as long as you ignore how it is in the early AM hours now, the time it usually goes off only a few short hours away. It works as long as you don’t think about it too long. As you creep along the wall, making your way up to the second floor, you refuse to allow yourself the opportunity to dwell on it too long.

The plucking of the violin strings pulse against your skin, the volume higher than you remember. The sombre music digs its teeth in as you push inside, the doors hinges squealing in displeasure as you step inside the room. A faint glow from the moon outside illuminates the area with a shimmery glow. There’s nothing here. You rip the alarm cord from the wall. Silence throbs angrily, ringing in your ears, blocking everything else out.

It’s worse than the violin.

You turn on the lamp beside your bed and clamp your hands over your mouth, dampening the scream that bellows from your gut. How is it possible? How? Who would do this? Why would someone do this? But more importantly… There's someone here.

Someone is inside your house. They are inside the house and they know where you are. The lack of music is a beacon. Someone is here and now they know you’re aware of them.

Roses. Red.

Red roses are scattered across your bedding, the sickly sweet smell of them making you retch as they sit there mute and accusing, placed to perfection.

Hearts.

The rose petals form hearts of various sizes. The detail that went into this ‘masterpiece’ is an implication of how long it took which means—

Your keys were in the door. You left your keys in the door! You let them in!

Swallowing down the bile threatening to spill up and out of your throat, you glance around the room, looking for something to use as a weapon. Anything. Your eyes fall on the crafting scissors across the room. Not perfect but they’ll have to do. Taking a step towards them, you stop a mere foot away. If someone took the time to make this, the intricate details of the ‘art’ they created for you so precise and elaborate, wouldn’t it stand that they may well be here to see your reaction?

Your heart is loud, restless and panicked against your chest, banging inside your ears. It’s all you can hear. Holding your hands to your chest, tears blurring your vision, you slink down to the ground. With your face pressed up against the cold tile floor, your eyes scan the contents under your bed. There’s no way someone is under there. There’s not enough room.

The exhalation of relief tips up into a high pitched whistle as you sit back up. It’s fine. There’s no one here. You’re safe.

“I see you liked my gift.”

The smoky voice comes from behind you, guttural and taut. A woman? Not wanting to look behind you, the rattle of the sliding door against the lining of the closet frame brings you back to reality. Her footsteps are gentle yet sure as she exits the small storage area that betrayed you. Why hadn’t you thought to look in the closet?

“I’m so glad it moved you,” she whispers, her fingers grazing across your bare shoulders. “I wanted to show how you make me feel.”

The voice isn’t familiar and neither is her face as she leans over you, her hair cascading around her face like water, soft and fluid.

Slipping her hands under your arms, she pulls you up and pushes you against the bed, crawling over your body until she’s able to pin you down with her thighs. Her hands caress your skin, her eyes wild. Why can’t you move? The weighted feeling within your limbs forsake you and soon the sick taste of fear rises from your gut.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

“Who… who are you?” The words sound foreign on your swelling tongue. Each breath takes more effort to exert as the room starts to spin. Your brain feels as if it might just leap up and out of your head and float towards the ceiling. Did you eat something bad?

Her lips brush up against your neck. “You and I are destined, baby.”

She’s not answering your question and your mind is starting to blur.

She pulls back up, her eyes locked on yours with a small smile across her flawless skin. Her red lips are smudged at the edges, like your thoughts. The festival. She was at the festival. When was that?

“You’re finally mine.” Her mouth spreads wide into a grin, her eyes sparkling with exuberance. “You are gonna love me.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this content! If you did, please consider liking, commenting, reblogging and/or following, and check out my masterlist for similar content. Have a great day!

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snowbabys · 1 year

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ʚ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ɞ

WARNINGS: soft-ish yandere behavior.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: look what's finally here! it's part 2 of this other scenario, and following a timeline, next up will be their reaction to being rejected! also, feel free to request if you'd like any scenario with yan!itzy :) thank you for reading, till next time ♡

༊·˚ it didn't take more than a day for yeji to be head over heels for you. she was enthralled with your beauty and your charming stage presence, and with each passing second, she discovered more and more aspects of you that she admired. your friendship felt organic from the beginning, and spending the days with her made the training process less stressful as she was always cracking jokes.

when others pointed out that she paid more attention to you than everyone else in the group, she didn't fully understand, and once she came in touch with her feelings, she'd distance herself a bit to reflect and understand what and why she felt toward you.

when you came up to her scared you did something wrong to make her distant, she wouldn't be able to hold herself any longer. she couldn't keep her affection growing for you without speaking it out.

༊·˚ lia enjoyed working and spending free time with you. it was clear to her father and all his employees how she seemed more radiant and willing to do things with you rather than others, and, although not entirely positive about it, her father couldn't help but point her crush out to her during one lunch break.

she's the type to accept things quickly. looking back to the first day you ever worked together, when she found herself appreciating learning from you, she already knew something would bloom from there. and well, it was pretty obvious to her it was affection.

she took a liking to listening to you, learning your way of doing things, and realizing the small details about you that make you unique. she didn't go a day without thinking about you, so, what could it be, if not love?

༊·˚ ryujin had been infatuated with you and your looks since the very first second she saw you. she wasn't surprised when her obsession became romantic-like not long after you began a friendship, and, being honest to herself, she saw it coming.

not only were you her favorite face for her collections, but your personality suited hers wonderfully, making you a more than perfect fit for each other (at least in her eyes).

she didn't struggle with her feelings at all, and she made it a point to tell you how she felt about you as soon as she knew something other than friendship was growing in her chest.

༊·˚ chaeryeong was instantly shaken by your lively spirit and desire to develop your abilities, finding herself gravitating unconsciously towards you every time you had classes together.

she was so impressed with you that she gave you the center for some parts, later insisting on you staying after class to help you improve when secretly she just wanted to have some alone time with you.

it takes a long time for chaeryeong to assume her feelings to herself. just thinking about the word love made her cheeks heat up, and whenever someone pointed out her preference for you, she'd pout and curl up to herself.

chaeryeong was, indeed, in love with you, and had to do something about it before she'd implode.

༊·˚ yuna has been utterly captivated with you since your first day in class. she was notably unaware of her colleagues' problems as she was focused on you – on how attractive you look when concentrated, and how she wishes she could be your deskmate.

of course, with her responsibilities as class president, she couldn't just pay attention to one student, which was brought up by some close friends of hers. it was pretty obvious to them (and to her, even if she didn't mind assuming it) that she had more than a temporary crush on you.

even after correcting her lack of attention with the rest of the class, every now and then she stops to take a look at you. she flirts with you, trying to figure out why she fell in love, and despite her efforts, she can only settle for the idea that her heart chose you to love.

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shinehyuk · 2 years

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ITZY reaction to S/O giving in

‣ Genre : yandere, requested

tw/cw : unhealthy obsession, manipulation, abuse, heavy themes, toxic relationships, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

Yeji :

· Oh, she's thrilled. Rather than punishing you she much more prefers giving you all her love and attention and now that at last, you finally gave in, it's going to be exceptionally easy for her

· She'll be thinking of all the things she wants to do with you now that you never disobey her anymore, planning your schedule in her head while smiling widely, excited to finally be able to show her love for you in a "normal" way

· "You're such a good kitten, aren't you, my love? Oh, you don't even know how very happy you make me feel, Darling~"

Lia :

· She'll love it. You fully giving in to her means that she can spoil you even more than before and she absolutely lives for it; she's more than ready to shower her beautiful darling in only the most expensive luxuries the world can offer

· The more you give in and the more lovely you are, the more freedom and luxury you will get. Maybe if you're lucky, she can even let you have a few friends of your own

· "You've been so sweet lately, honey! Ah, it warms my heart so much~"

Ryujin :

· She'll be skeptical at first, not believing that something so amazing could finally happen; therefore she'll need a bit more time trusting that you truly are giving in because you love her, not because you want more freedom to be able to escape

· After she makes sure that all your feelings for her are real and you don't have any ulterior motives, she'll start "giving in" to you, too - before, she never showed you her true feelings, concealing them with violence as to not feel vulnerable and show her weaknesses to you

· "I love you so much, my love~ Giving in was the best thing you could do, Darling"

Chaeryeong :

· She'll be so overjoyed and excited, constantly and daily showering you in affection and love now that she knows that she won't be met with denial and rejection

· She'll get even more and more obsessed with each day – she always wanted your love and now that she finally got it, she's completely blinded by it; she's more than ready to do everything you tell her to do, with the exception of leaving you

· "I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so, so much, my dear! I'm so happy that you're mine~"

Yuna :

· Oh, she just loves it so much. She's finally got you wrapped all around her finger, just like she always wanted to; she worked so hard to achieve this and now that you gave in, she can happily enjoy the results of her hard work

· Obviously, it is not the end of her manipulating and messing with you – if anything, it's just the very start of it; a new, beautiful chapter of your relationship

· "I'm going to make you so happy, my love~ We're going to be together forever"

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ a/n ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

thank you for requesting! i hope you liked it <3

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sanaxo-o · 2 years

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Yandere members (Part lV)

When they try to convince you and stay with them…

Y/N POV

I was trying my best to get out of their hold but it way too strong because I was fighting alone while there were 5 of them. Giving up I just let Lia and RyuJin drag me with them.

Chaeryeong POV

I just sat down as soon as Y/N tried to escape from us. What have we done?!?! Will Y/N leave us now? No she can’t, right? She won’t leave us. I was in my train of thoughts when Yeji placed her hand on top of mine “Don’t worry. Y/N won’t leave us. We will make sure she won’t.” I just nodded when we three heard a scream. Looking back we saw RyuJin and Lia dragging Y/N with them. She was crying. I was sad seeing her like that but we had to or else she will leave us and I can’t afford on losing her! None of us can.

Y/N POV

After dragging me back in RyuJin and Lia made me sit on a chair. I was still crying. As I was crying I saw Yeji kneeling down as she held my face in her hands “Y/N please stop crying. Look we killed him just for you! Wasn’t he the one who was troubling you? Now he won’t do it!” Yeji looked like she was on verge of crying but I just shook my head violently “Yes he was the one who was troubling me but that doesn’t mean you will kill him! Who knows you will also kill me one day. I can’t live with you all! Please let me go.” I said all that crying. Opening my closed eyes I saw how all of them had no emotions this time as Yuna came in front of me as she held both of my shoulders tightly “Whatever happens you won’t leave us! Don’t even think about it! I won’t hesitate to hurt you just to make you stay with us so as we’re being nice to you listen to us and stay with us!” I looked at her with a scared gaze as every word she took her grip on my shoulder was tightening and it was hurting “I can’t live with you all now that I know how you all are! Just let me go, can’t you do that!” I screamed the last part as I saw how RyuJin took in a deep breath “Y/N-ah can’t you see that we did all this just for you? And you still want to leave us!?!!” She screamed the last part as I closed my eyes more tears coming out of them “I never asked you to kill someone! I never asked anyone of you to turn out like this! I can’t live with you all! Think about it from my perspective!”

Yeji POV

I saw the girls arguing. Y/N was not backing out of it too. I have to make sure she lives with us and not leave us. Taking a step ahead I stood in front of Y/N “Y/N…you either agree on staying with us…or see us kill your beloved ones in front of you because YOU KNOW that we won’t hesitate to harm anyone unless it means you staying with us. Think about it.” As I was talking I saw how her face turned pale when I said that I will kill her beloved ones. She started shaking her head violently as more tears poured out of her eyes “No…no you won’t do that! Okay, okay I will stay with you all but just don’t hurt anyone else anymore!”

I looked at the girls as I gave them a light grin.

*ITZY in their mind* “No matter what happens we can’t let you leave us Y/N!

#kpop #itzy ryujin #itzy yeji #itzy yuna #itzy imagines #itzy lia #itzy chaeryeong #Yandere ITZY #itzy Yandere

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elryuse · 7 days

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Hey can u write a story of 5 stepsisters (IZTY) who r obsessed with their younger brother y/n with mommy kinks.

Stuck With The Cold Princesses

ITZY OT 5 X MALE READER

Y/n flinched as a chorus of giggles erupted from the living room. ITZY, the five K-Pop idols who had become his stepsisters just a month ago, were sprawled on the plush rug, a chaotic mess of limbs and laughter. They were a far cry from the cold, aloof stars he'd seen on television. Here, in the sanctuary of their shared home, they were a terrifying whirlwind of possessiveness and affection.

Their arrival had been a shock to his system. Lia, the eldest, with a voice that could melt glaciers and eyes that could freeze them solid, took charge of the kitchen, her playful jabs about his meager appetite laced with a hidden venom. Yeji, the leader, a human algorithm with a heart of barbed wire, meticulously planned his schedule, ensuring every minute was filled with "approved" activities. Ryujin, the brooding rapper, spoke in grunts and glares, but her silent protectiveness was a suffocating cloak around him. Chaeryeong, the quiet dancer, was an enigma, her gaze a pool of swirling emotions that only flickered into life when it landed on Y/n. And Yuna, the maknae, was a whirlwind of sunshine that could turn into a hurricane with a single raised eyebrow.

Their initial hostility, a barrage of snide remarks and playful (or not so playful) shoves, had been a terrifying initiation. But then, the accident happened. A late-night drive back from a concert, slick roads, a missed turn – and the world turned upside down. The car flipped, a sickening screech of metal, and then silence. Y/n, miraculously unscathed, had pulled them from the wreckage, his voice a beacon of calm in the chaos.

That night, huddled together in the sterile hospital room, a horrifying truth emerged. ITZY weren't just a collection of talented idols; they were survivors of a tragedy so profound it had forged an unbreakable bond. Years ago, their parents, a famous musician couple, had perished in a similar car crash. The girls, left alone, had navigated the treacherous world of the entertainment industry together, a fortress built on shared trauma.

The revelation changed everything. The teasing stopped. The playful hostility morphed into a fierce, possessive protectiveness that bordered on obsession. Their new family dynamic was a terrifying masterpiece, painted in shades of control and affection.

Lia, ever the cook, fussed over his meals, her playful jabs about his appetite laced with a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. Yeji, the strategist, took charge of his schedule, ensuring his days were filled with activities she deemed "appropriate" – activities that kept him isolated from anyone but themselves. Ryujin, the taciturn one, claimed his bed every night, her silent presence a physical barrier against the outside world.

One afternoon, while walking home from school, Y/n bumped into Hana, a girl from his class. He hadn't realized how starved he was for normal social interaction until her easy smile and gentle conversation ignited a flicker of warmth in his chest. Their conversation, however trivial, felt like a lifeline thrown across a vast ocean of isolation.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, a pair of cold blue eyes watched from a distance. Yeji, ever vigilant, her gaze a predator tracking its prey. Back at home, the atmosphere was thick with a chilling tension. ITZY, usually a cacophony of chatter, sat in unsettling silence. The air crackled with unspoken threats.

"We saw you with Hana today, Y/n," Yeji finally spoke, her voice low and laced with ice.

Y/n felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. "It was nothing, just… talking."

Ryujin slammed her fist on the table, making him flinch. "We don't like her, Y/n. She's not good for you."

Lia, who had always played the voice of reason, purred, a sound devoid of warmth. "Don't worry, darling. We'll take care of it."

The next day, Hana vanished. Y/n, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, searched for her everywhere. The police, notified by her frantic parents, offered little comfort. The girls, their faces devoid of any emotion, simply offered empty platitudes about "missing persons" and the "inefficiency of the authorities."

Days turned into weeks, and a horrifying realization dawned on Y/n. Hana wasn't missing; she'd been silenced. A single red rose, its petals the color of fresh blood, lay on his pillow one night. A chilling note, penned in Chaeryeong's elegant handwriting, accompanied it: "We only want you to be happy, Y/n. And happy people don't need other girls."

His gaze darted to the five girls, their faces illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the window. They weren't the vibrant idols he saw plastered on posters anymore. Their smiles were predatory, their eyes devoid of the playful glint they used to hold. In their place was a terrifying possessiveness that made them look like cornered animals guarding their territory.

Y/n understood then. Their love, born from shared trauma and isolation, was a twisted vine that had suffocated them all. They weren't just his family, they were his captors. The fear that had coiled in his stomach since Hana's disappearance now clawed its way up his throat, choking him with a raw terror.

He tried to reason with them, to appeal to their dwindling humanity, but his words were met with chilling silence. Lia, the once playful cook, spoke in a voice devoid of warmth. "You're safe here, Y/n. You don't need anyone else."

Ryujin, the brooding rapper, materialized beside him, her hand finding his wrist with a bruising grip. "We're all that you need."

Desperate, he pleaded with Chaeryeong, the quiet one who spent hours lost in her art. "Don't you see this isn't right? Hana… what did you do to her?"

Chaeryeong stared at him, her eyes pools of swirling sorrow. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, a stark contrast to the chilling smile playing on Lia's lips. "She made you happy," Chaeryeong whispered, her voice barely audible. "And we can't have that."

Yuna, the maknae, broke the chilling silence with a high-pitched giggle that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. "Don't worry, oppa! We'll make you happy. Forever."

Their twisted affection pressed in on him, a suffocating wall built from fear and devotion. Y/n knew then that escape wasn't an option. He was trapped in their gilded cage, a prisoner of their warped love. Days bled into weeks, and a horrifying routine unfolded.

Gone were the playful interactions. The girls became his constant companions, their possessiveness suffocating. Excursions outside the house were rare, and always under their watchful eyes. Their smiles became strained, their once vibrant personalities dulled by the weight of their actions and the growing paranoia that consumed them.

One night, as Y/n lay awake, staring at the flickering shadows dancing on the ceiling, Ryujin, usually a stoic presence, spoke in a voice thick with raw emotion. "It's getting harder," she confessed, her voice a ragged whisper. "The whispers… the dreams… they're getting louder."

Y/n didn't dare ask about the whispers or the dreams. He knew they were the ghosts of their past, the trauma that bound them together while slowly tearing them apart.

One stormy night, the tension reached a breaking point. Lia, usually the picture of control, broke down, her facade crumbling as she sobbed uncontrollably. Y/n, hesitant at first, reached out and offered a comforting touch.

"We didn't mean to hurt you, Y/n," she cried, her voice cracking with grief. "We just… we just wanted to be happy family again."

Something in her desperation resonated with Y/n. He saw in her the same fear and loneliness that mirrored his own. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to break free. A chance to heal, not just for him, but for them.

"Then let me help you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Let's get help together."

A flicker of hope sparked in Lia's tear-filled eyes, a fragile ember in the vast darkness of their situation. But before they could discuss it further, a scream tore through the house, a chilling sound that echoed throughout the night.

The bedroom door slammed open, revealing Yeji, her face contorted in a mask of rage. In her hand, she clutched a phone, the screen displaying a news report of a missing girl – a girl with striking green eyes and a familiar smile. Hana.

Y/n's frantic pleas for Hana's safety were met with chilling silence. The girls, their expressions a terrifying blend of relief and possessiveness, huddled closer to him. He saw not rage, but gratitude reflected in their eyes. They had won.

The police investigation, fueled by Y/n's fabricated story of a random encounter and abduction, hit a dead end. Hana – a name that would forever prickle his conscience – simply vanished. Freedom, a word that once held so much promise, now tasted like ashes in his mouth.

Life within their opulent penthouse became a twisted parody of family. Gone were any aspirations of college, of escaping the suffocating cocoon they'd woven around him. His days were meticulously planned – movie nights featuring only their chosen films, meals cooked under their watchful eyes, outings that kept him firmly within their grasp.

Their "therapy" sessions morphed into chilling confessionals. They poured out their childhood trauma, the raw pain of their parents' death, the fear that had solidified their bond into an unbreakable chain. Y/n, a captive audience, offered empty words of comfort, all the while knowing his sacrifice had become his prison sentence.

Nights were the worst. Their sprawling bed became a battlefield of suffocating affection. Lia, the one who used to tease him about his appetite, now fussed over every morsel he ate. Yeji, the strategist, ensured his every need was anticipated, before he even knew he had it. Ryujin, the taciturn one, clung to him with a silent possessiveness that spoke volumes. Chaeryeong, the quiet artist, would sketch him endlessly, her eyes devouring his every feature. And Yuna, the maknae, her once infectious laughter now held a tinge of hysteria, showered him with childish demands for attention.

Slowly, the defiant spark in Y/n's eyes dimmed, replaced by a hollow acceptance. He became a puppet, his emotions dulled by their suffocating love. He no longer fought against the endless movie marathons, the repetitive board games, the constant stream of childish questions.

One day, as they sprawled on the floor, giggling over a particularly silly game, a news report flashed across the screen – ITZY, the K-Pop stars, taking a hiatus to focus on "personal growth." A humorless chuckle escaped Y/n's lips. Personal growth indeed.

He looked around at the five faces, their gazes filled with a possessive contentment. They were no longer the vibrant idols plastered across magazines, but his captors, their smiles tinged with a touch of mania.

Y/n, trapped in their gilded cage, had become their ultimate trophy – a reminder of their triumph, a living testament to their twisted love. The "Mommies," as they insisted he call them, had won. His desperate sacrifice had not saved Hana, but had condemned him to a lifetime sentence in his own personal horror story. He was a prisoner, not just of their warped affection, but of his own guilt-fueled decision. The outside world had faded away, replaced by the stifling sweetness of their twisted love, a terrifying lullaby that lulled him into his own living nightmare.

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writers-ex · 10 months

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how would yandere!itzy react/behave if the reader was sleeping next to them in only underwear?

warning: noncon, masturbation, pervert!itzy, blood and death mentioned, stalker tendencies, idk what else to add they’re sick in love with you

yandere!ryujin

feels like it’s a dream having you next to her in your underwear, taking out her phone she’ll take dozens of photos of you in all sorts of positions satisfying her desires before she puts her hands on your body and gropes you until s wet spot forms on your panties making yeji grin as she knows how much you hate drenched underwear so she changes your panties to fresh clean ones adding the wet one to her collection but not before she has her fun with it dozing off with her hands on your breast and in her clit

yandere!chaeryeong

gets really shy and blushy about you sleeping half naked next to her, running to bed she wraps her arms and legs over you like a koala and mumbles to herself how gorgeous you look and how much she adores you as she marks your collar bone and shoulder before getting up to grab her handcuffs chaining you to the bed so that you can’t leave her in the morning allowing the both of you to sleep in

yandere!lia

gets smug about how comfortable you are sleeping with your mistress half naked and decides to take advantage of this situation to let her hands explore what she owns-your body, her fingers grazing against your thigh and chest she takes her time giving you goose bumps with little whimpers making you wake up wet, hot and bothered drooling at her like a lust hungry slave needing her fingers in you which was her plan all along

yandere!yeji

assumed you had done this to surprise yeji after she bought your favorite food she smiles fondly and takes her time admiring your sleepy figure wondering how on earth you decided to stay with her unwillingly as she plays with your hair cutting a small piece to add to her scrapbook of your relationship that she plans to give you on your one year anniversary

yandere!yuna

after a long day of silencing witnesses and torturing your family in an endless game of cat and mouse yuna comes home to find the best surprise ever seeing you in bed with her underwear on, thrilled yuna jumps into bed waking you up as she pins you against the mattress kissing your lips with her bloody ones all while filling you in on her latest exploits licking your tears away as she has her fun with you

#anon.txt #itzy hard hours #itzy hard thoughts #itzy #itzy smut #yandere!itzy #yandere!lia #yandere!yeji #yandere!chaeryeong #yandere!ryujin #yandere!yuna #yandere #itzy imagine #itzy imagines #itzy headcanon #itzy drabble

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chaosvelvox · 1 month

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yandere! chaeryeong x fem! reader

cw: mentions of blood, knifes, killing, torture

tags: blood, yandere, knifes

chaeryeong is the sweetest girl you have ever met, having to meet early on in your junior year of high school. she became your best friend, your parents love her and she’s your go-to person that would make your parents agree to anything as long as you're with her. students envy her for her intelligence and beauty, a model student in the eyes of many.

there’s nothing she could do that makes you hate her.

although she has her moments.

she never liked any of your boyfriends, commenting how they’re not worth your time. she’s right most of the time that they end up ghosting you, hearing nothing from them until they send a random text ending things.

since then, dating was never in your mind as college rolled around. quite surprised that chaeryeong chose the same university as you, majoring in forensic science which wasn’t out of the ordinary as she talks to you how things work in her lab classes. it never crossed your mind that chaeryeong is quite clingy or let alone makes comments about your friends - being friend jealous is normal, she mentioned it time and time again.

it didn’t stop you from making anymore friends, somi became your closest friend in your classes. she’d invite you to dinner or drinks after exams with some of your classmates and it’s all fun and games. until they raise a comment about chaeryeong, that something isn’t right with her.

“what makes you say that? she’s an angel.” your friends can’t seem to make you see her in the way they notice the little signs or how she knows where you are at most times.

at the same bar, chaeryeong is watching you from the shadows, there’s jealousy and rage in her eyes as she watches somi get close. too close for her liking and you’re not doing anything to stop her.

she promised herself not to do anything harsh unlike back in high school, soobin didn’t really transfer schools. she kept him in her basement, chained to the wall with soundproof walls so that no one would hear his screams from the pain of having to sit on the cold concrete floor, with nothing to eat and a knife stabbed onto his stomach, waiting for the day that it’ll end. she’s as sick and twisted as she’s smart and beautiful.

there would be a time you were slowly losing underwear, wondering where it is having to buy a pack almost every two weeks. in that very basement is a shrine dedicated just for you, a pile of your underwear, a strand of your hair, a bottle of perfume, and candid photos of you that were indeed stalkerish.

here she is, watching somi kiss you that she felt all hell break loose. you pushing somi away made her feel some sense of relief, but she doesn’t want to risk it. she doesn’t want to share you or have a possibility of being taken from her, you were hers, even if it means keeping you locked up in a room that only she has access to, she’s not that insane.

that night, you went home without a care in the world, laying down on your bed as chaeryeong did her dirty work of following somi who was drunk and out of it be dragged against her will, inhaling chloroform. somi woke up to see all of her stuff being burned, other essentials put to the side as chaeryeong rummaged through it all.

“I KNEW IT! YOU’RE INSANE!” it was stupid of her to scream, to go against chaeryeong who had a knife collection displayed on her wall, some memorabilia of the people she had tortured in that very room. the smell of rotting flesh being burned along with plastic, it made somi sick. her being chained to the wall, naked and terrified of what the girl that you see as an angel disguised as a devil would do to her.

“i think you know better to stay in your lane.” she’s never been this terrifying, everyone loves chaeryeong but seeing her hold a knife that’s freshly sharpened made somi quiver. this was the girl you call your best friend, ready to risk everything just to have you for herself, even if it means eliminating every single person that would cross the line. you belong to her, no person should come in between you two.

you’re oblivious to the things happening behind the scenes as somi is screaming at chaeryeong’s basement having to take every jab and hit as she’s left there to rot for days having every belonging be stashed and thrown away, leaving any traces of jeon somi closely tied to lee chaeryeong.

who knew a girl this pretty could be so twisted.

#itzy #itzy x reader #itzy chaeryeong #yandere!chaeryeong #x reader #fem reader #itzy imagines #lee chaeryeong #chaeryeong #cw yandere #cw: torture #cw: blood #cw: gore

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lino-jagiyaa · 1 year

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goodmorning!! i know i’ve been so inactive lately but i wanted to go through my inbox today to see what requests were there and i saw a bunch for prompt 16

soo… i was thinking maybe i’d make it into a yandere series??

what do y’all think?

#no bc i think this would be so fun rather than writing only one story/drabble with this prompt so lmk if you like it #skz yandere #ateez yandere #enhypen yandere #yandere twice #yandere itzy #linojagiyaa

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ryuttaeng · 2 years

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hii, can you make obsessed!dom! yeji x fem/sub reader? greatly appreciate if you could do that!

pairing: yeji x female!reader

WARNINGS: obsession, toxic relationships, manipulation, yandere, mentions of stalking, strong language/swearing, pet names, smut, please do not read if you’re uncomfortable/sensitive with/to such themes!

genre: smut, yandere

summary: being a backup dancer in the most famous 4th generation k-pop girl group, being able to witness your idols practicing along with you, this was all enough for your happiness. you danced along with ITZY and its members were such great persons, they could chit-chat with you sometimes, greeting you every morning. everything was great, except one single thing. sometimes ITZY’s leader, Hwang Yeji would furiously glance at you. have you done something wrong? maybe it was your dancing skills? you were sure that your skills was good enough for their requirements but it seemed that Yeji wasn’t satisfied with them.

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Since your childhood you always wanted to bond your life with dancing and looking at your former self, you could tell that you pretty well succeed in your life. Backup dancer, didn’t it meant something? Even more, you were a backup dancer in one of the most popular k-pop girl group in 4th generation.

“Alright, let’s take a 15 minute break!” your choreographer announced, letting you leave a sigh of relief. You went to your bag to get your water bottle, finally letting yourself relax for a bit. Still, there was something that bothered you. You tried to close your eyes, as you could feel someone’s gaze on you.

Heavy, really heavy gaze and intent look gave you Hwang Yeji, the leader of ITZY and also the most serious among the girls. You were worried that you might have done something wrong or fail in dance movements because it wasn’t the first time she would glance at you, intensely serious. You tried to not look at her, as you thought she would scold you but it seemed like she had different intentions.

Yeji approached you, making you instantly open your eyes, looking at her with doe eyes. “I have something to discuss about with you. Let’s go.” she demanded, grabbing your hand, not really wanting to hear your protest or anything else. Leading you through dark halls of building, she led you somewhere, definitely a far place from everyone else’s ears.

Finally finding right place, older girl closed the door, locking herself with you. “You know, I’ve been watching you. I watched you, your private life, your friends, your everything, every single day. And you know what? I don’t really like that one friend of yours. What’s his name? Dal? Yeah, he’s trying to…” you couldn’t believe your ears. She was… stalking you? For the whole time? You interrupted her, asking her questions. “You’ve been stalking me?” she didn’t like that, you could tell that by her next harsh words and serious tone. Wrapping her hand around your face, spitting out venomously. “Shush, kitten. You don’t want me to ruin your perfect dancer career, don’t you?” that immediately shut you up, nodding her in response.

Grinning mischievously, Yeji removed her hand. “He’s trying to hit on you and I don’t like that. Don’t you think he needs to stay away from what’s belongs to me? I thought so. So I’m gonna teach him a lesson to not talk with you ever fucking again. Just consider that he’s gone from your life now.” her lips was ghosting your earlobe, as you tried to calm down. Thousand thoughts running through your mind, each trying to figure out what’s going on right now.

Yeji’s hands rubbed your shoulders, as she continued. “But I also need something to ask you. Are you ok with that?” she didn’t really needed your answer, as you both knew that she would decide for you. “Listen carefully, or you’re going to be mine forever or I’m ruining your career, believe me, you’re not gonna find a new job ever, you’re gonna stay broke for your whole life. They not gonna even hire you as a waitress. Just choose one, I don’t think you’re gonna give up on your dream, am I right?”

You gulped as you knew that she’s not gonna give you a chance to reject her ever. You nodded simply, accepting her conditions and muttered out weakly. “I will… I will be yours.” few seconds of silence before Yeji grinned, looking so satisfied with your answer. You had a thing for her and she obviously had too, but you never thought she would be possessive type.

Caressing her hands all over your body, stepping forward even more, she placed a kiss on your cheek before connecting her lips with yours. Kissing you passionately, Yeji would murmur praises. “You're so cute when you're scared. Don't worry, I won’t do something with your friend. As long as you'll be close. You love me, don't you? I will not hurt him. But no one can touch you. Nobody's gonna hurt you. I just want you for myself. So just give it to me. Will you?” finally receiving a whimper from you, you let Yeji remove your clothes, as her lips went to your neck.

Making you sit on the desk in that room, her lips kissed your chest, making you let out a moan. Your mind blurred, making it hard to think properly, as Yeji already going down. Her fingers playing with your folds, your body reacting to all her movements, while she saying something that have sent creeps to your flesh. “Remember rose petals on your bed?” you gathered up under her. Of course you did. Heading back to your flat, facing your bed filled with rose petals and a bouquet of your favorite flowers, making you almost scream hysterically. “Oh, how long I’ve waited for this moment. You’re mine, all mine now and forever.” with these words Yeji sunk in three fingers, making you whine loudly. Already fast from the beginning, she only fastens her pumps in and out, filling you up and emptying every second, making you clench down on her fingers.

You didn’t last long until you were already moaning and whining when you reached your high. Yeji peeled out her fingers, helping you to dress up as you already were late for practice. Holding her gaze on you, intensely serious, before she smiled.

“I’m glad you’re mine now. You’re gonna love me.”

#itzy smut #itzy oneshot #itzy hard hours #itzy imagines #itzy yeji #yeji x reader #yeji smut #yandere!yeji #yandere!itzy

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winter-dayz · 6 months

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For the Best

Pairing: Shin Ryujin x Reader Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror Words: 2424 Warnings: dead dove: do not eat; implied kidnapping; insects; murder; strong language; violence

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist: @soobin-chois

Ryujin,

'The first time I saw you, I was… well, for lack of a better word, amazed…'

You had been finishing a hike when you saw it.

A shooting star… well, a falling star really.

Falling rapidly, actually.

Fuck. It seemed like it was heading right for you, and you were just going to stand there making a wish like a fucking idiot?!

You were stuck.

You knew everyone died someday. You knew that you yourself would grow old and wither away as well. Or maybe die a bit prematurely from a cardiovascular disease or cancer—those are the leading causes of death globally after all. Hell, you wouldn’t even be surprised if you died in a car accident.

But a shooting star pummeling you into the ground? That hadn’t been on your ‘Ways I Might Die’ list.

“Fuck!” You screeched, dropping down to the ground as the object flew over you and crashed into the ground a few meters away.

You rolled over from your belly and flopped onto your back, breathing heavily to prevent the panic attack rising in your chest.

Smoke trailed where you had just been standing.

The—not really—shooting star would’ve for sure decapitated you.

You heard mechanics whirring and sat up, peering over to the cloud of dirt and smoke at the definitely not a shooting star.

It looked like a… car?

Like, kind of. But not really.

The metal hunk was car-sized and car-shaped but sleeker and with no tires. Where you would expect wheels was the glow that had given it the appearance of a star.

Or maybe a comet, if you thought hard enough about your science class days.

The glow was green and dying out as the whirring died down with it. The metal of the… UFO… creaked, and you heard the sound of pressurized air escaping. A door on the side swung upwards, very SLS AMG-style.

You stared, amazed, as a woman stepped out.

She was beautiful… otherworldly… terrifying.

“I apologize, human. I lost control of my aircraft.” She stated, very factually and less sympathetic than you would normally receive during an apology. “Have you been injured in any way?”

You couldn’t find words to answer her so you simply shook your head.

“Ah, good, you understand me. Do you also speak, human?”

Again, you just nodded. You were sure you looked like an idiot, with your eyes so wide you could feel them drying out and your mouth hanging open slightly. You definitely looked like the kind of stupid person who would die from a totally preventable accident.

Like a not-shooting-star crashing into you on an open hiking trail… at night… alone.

Or being murdered by a hot, albeit creepy, woman who came out of an alien spaceship on said hiking trail alone at night.

Her head tilted curiously as she observed you. You claimed to speak but continued to use no words. “Odd human.” She spoke. “Still, I require your assistance. My craft was hit by several asteroids in your planetary systems’ belt and thus fell into the gravitational pull of your homeworld. As such, it is your responsibility to host me until I can fix my vehicle.”

“Me?” You whispered.

She nodded, a smile upturning her purple lips ever so slightly. “Yes. You are the only one around, are you not?”

You shook your head rapidly, “Yes, but I mean… Shouldn’t you be asking me to take you to my leader or something?” “I have no use for your planet’s leader. I simply require shelter.” The smile dropped from her lips. You had to stop staring at her lips. Even if they were pretty and purple and kissable. “You will help me, human.”

Slowly, you nodded once more, the threat in her tone was subtle but clear. She moved closer, holding out a hand to help you stand.

“You may address me as Ryujin. How may I address you? Or is human sufficient?”

“Oh um… You can call me Y/N.”

🎃

'It wasn’t hard to get to know you. You seemed so up front about where you came from, your life and interests, and even your feelings for me…'

Ryujin was, surprisingly, easy to talk to… once you did some serious compartmentalizing and deluding about a spaceship nearly brutally beheading you and a beautiful alien somewhat forcing you to let her sleep on your sofa bed.

Either way, she looked human enough… if you ignored the permanently purple lips and faraway, yet calculative, gaze she constantly held.

She answered all of your questions and was actually rather excitable and cute when you would ask her about her home and interests. She loved telling you about her pets back home, Byul and Dal, in particular.

“You know…” Ryujin hummed, “I think I like you, Y/N.”

You choked on your food, and she sat back in her seat, observing you—as she often did—while you continued to cough and sputter.

Ryujin had only lived with you for roughly two or three weeks at that point. The repairs on her aircraft had been slow, as she had casually explained that it was hard to get the right kind of materials for such advanced technology. You weren’t sure how her ship worked so you couldn’t exactly refute her claims.

She had also made the point that this wasn’t her planet and being so unfamiliar with the area made her vulnerable to go anywhere alone. Because of this, she insisted that you needed to go with her whenever she left your apartment. That also made progress slow since you had to work during the days and had even begun picking up a few more hours to help cover the cost of feeding an extra mouth. She didn’t love that you weren’t around for the majority of the weekdays, but she said she understood.

When you were free, you would spend the day showing Ryujin around the city. You explained about different types of businesses and shops, trying to help her in any way you could think to find somewhere that would have the parts she needed… or at least something that could substitute.

It was lucky for you that none of your friends had reached out the past few weeks either. It was odd… since you usually met up at least once a week for coffee or a meal or even drinks… but it was lucky. Really, how would you explain Ryujin’s sudden appearance in your life, and her confusion over particularly mundane things? No, it was definitely simpler that it was just the two of you trying to navigate this situation.

🎃

'You made it easy to fall for you. I don’t want to say no one had ever shown me interest before, but no one showed it quite like you did…'

“Tell me you feel the same.” Ryujin whispered. The back of her hand stroked your cheek, and your eyes fluttered closed.

A smile lifted the corners of your lips, “Yes, I’m falling for you too…”

Her lips broke into a smile, wide and striking white against purple. “I knew you would.”

Ryujin had confessed to you about three months into her stay on Earth, and though it was fast, you couldn’t help but feel the same.

Something about her was so captivating and magnetic.

She pulled you in, and you didn’t want to be let go. She was comforting and warm to you, even if she looked so coldly at others. She listened and let you lean on her. She was like a life raft when you felt like you were drowning in anxieties.

Ryujin just made life easier. She made it better…

When you came home from work one evening and sobbed because of how your boss had berated you and how you felt like he might be right, she was right there with a shoulder to cry on and a comforting hand rubbing your back. Her sweet words, whispered in your ear, were about all your positive qualities.

And if you didn’t notice how your boss flinched whenever you looked in his direction the next day, it was for the best.

When the two of you went out for lunch one weekend and a clumsy waiter accidently spilled the table over’s meal on your new white dress, she was quick to pass her blazer to you so that you could clean and cover up the transparent fabric.

And if you didn’t see how Ryujin dumped her own food onto the waiter when you rushed off to the restroom while he was attempting to clean the floor, it was for the best.

When you worked late one night and just as you reached your walk-up apartment door someone tried to rob you, she was there in the blink of an eye, knocking the absolute shit out of the guy and pouncing on him. She had straddled him, fists raining down on his face, and it took all your strength to pull her off of him, scolding her that assaulting someone is something you can’t just do on Earth and that it could’ve been greatly unsafe for her.

And if you didn’t see her bright smile when the robber’s nose cracked and he staggered to stand with blood being coughed up, it was for the best.

When your ex sent you a long text, begging for a second chance and explaining what had gone wrong before and how much he missed you, you ranted to Ryujin about how he was just a little too late. You expressed your confusion to her because you hadn’t really ended on bad terms, but you didn’t really feel that way for him anymore, even if you still had some of your favorite memories with him. She listened patiently, reassuring you that it was okay to move on and turn him down.

And if you didn’t think too hard about it how a few days later when you tried to call him back and received a message that the number was no longer in service, it was for the best.

Everything was just easier with Ryujin around. She made it… the best.

🎃

'But, unfortunately, I found that our… interests… didn’t always line up. Of course, couples can have their differences, but our differences are too much for me to handle…'

“I swear, they need to do something about the smell.” Your neighbor complained, while you two loitered near the mailboxes.

You hummed in agreement. Over the past couple weeks, the main floor had started to smell… Like really smell. You had to sympathize with your neighbor. Since she lived on the first floor, the smell would’ve been stronger for her. You considered yourself lucky that on the third floor the stench only reached you occasionally through the air ducts.

Your neighbor continued, “It has to be coming from the basement.” She shook her head and added conspiratorially, “Smells like something died. And I swear to you, I saw a maggot crawling out of my floor vents.”

You paused at her conviction that something sinister was hiding in the basement. Glancing in the direction of the downstairs door, you hesitated while your neighbor headed back into her own apartment.

What she said didn’t sit right. Something in your brain worried you. Could it just be your general anxiety? It wouldn’t hurt to check right?

You headed down the stairs.

Fuck. You shouldn’t have gone downstairs. You should’ve minded your business. Your neighbor should’ve kept her mouth shut.

There were bodies.

So. many. bodies.

The first one you noticed was your ex… His number had been disconnected. After you had talked to Ryujin. Fuck…

Then you saw that guy who tried to rob you, with a still broken nose and missing tooth, and… was that the waiter who spilled food on you? Fuck, fuck…

Your boss was there too. You thought he had been on a vacation that week… Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

There were others too. Just bodies. Corpses.

Some fresher than others. Maggots and swarms of flies and… bodies.

You almost vomited.

If you hadn’t felt paralyzed, you probably would’ve.

You couldn’t scream.

You needed to get out of there.

You needed to… get away.

🎃

'I’m sorry, Ryujin. I had fun with you. I liked you… I really did. But, I think it’s for the best if we end whatever it was that we had. You need to go back to your home anyway, right? We should leave things on a good note and go our separate ways now.'

-Y/N

She was dangerous.

Of course she was, she was a fucking alien.

She had literally crashed onto your planet and told you that you were going to shelter her, and you had deluded yourself that you would be safe because what… she was pretty?

You believed she was sweet and innocent because she talked about her family and friends and pets back home so lovingly.

But you didn’t really know anything.

She had been killing people.

And you couldn’t even be sure of why.

Was she fully carnivorous? Did she eat humans?

No… There was no obvious sign that she had been… consuming them? So what?

You thought hard.

So many of them were a part of your life somehow. Had she done that… for you?

You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t be around her.

You were afraid.

If you tried to just end things… Would she kill you too?

Write a letter.

Yeah, that felt safe, you’d write a letter and leave it for her when you went to work. You wouldn’t come back. You’d leave right after, head somewhere else. Somewhere safe.

You’d be okay…

Except you weren’t.

You’d left the letter; she’d been asleep on the sofa bed still.

She looked so peaceful. So innocent.

You’d left the letter on the side table; you’d taken a bag with you.

She found you as you left work.

You’d never told her where you worked. You’d never showed her the building or what floor your office was on.

She was standing in the door to the office.

Everyone else had left.

You were alone.

You were afraid.

“I apologize, Y/N. However, I cannot let you leave me.” A slow smile split Ryujin’s lips as she peered at you. Before, you had loved that smile; now, you were so, so afraid.

Your eyes trailed from her sadistic smile to the letter in her hands. Your letter.

Fuck.

You were supposed to be long gone.

“I just love you too much to ever let you go.”

#itzy #shin ryujin #reader #shin ryujin x reader #itzy x reader #fluff #horror #alien au #yandere #oneshot #fictober

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therealgloomygirl · 3 months

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ＭΛＳＴΞＲＬＩＳＴ

"𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦"

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

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Hello! You can call me Airi. I'm a panromantic lesbian so I write for multiple fandoms and I take basically any request for any themes from the fandoms mentioned below! I'll give a list of rules which I'll update with time, for now, here's a masterlist of the fandoms I'll write for :)

psst.. sidenote: my signature writing colors for author's notes are pink and purple ♥

!!PLEASE ASK IF THERE'S A PARTICULAR FANDOM YOU WANT ME TO WRITE FOR THAT ISN'T MENTIONED HERE!!

RULES

🌸 - fluff, 💔 - angst, ⚠️ - disturbing/dark content, ✨️ - suggestive/slightly suggestive

(A/N: I don't write 18+ stuff yet)

PERCY JACKSON (BOOK SERIES)

magic in the making...

PERCY JACKSON (TV SHOW)

magic in the making...

HEROES OF OLYMPUS

Yandere! Athena x Demigod! Darling - general hcs (fem reader) 🌸⚠️

TRIALS OF APOLLO

magic in the making...

MAGNUS CHASE

magic in the making...

GREEK MYTHOLOGY

magic in the making...

SCREAM (ALL 6 MOVIES)

magic in the making...

JENNIFER'S BODY

magic in the making...

KPOP

A/N: I will only write for girl groups!!

magic in the making...

PRETTY LITTLE LIARS

A/N: only the girlies!

magic in the making...

GIRL FROM NOWHERE

magic in the making...

MCU/MARVEL

A/N: once again, I will only be writing for the females!!

magic in the making...

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG

magic in the making...

BLUE LOCK

magic in the making...

SPY X FAMILY

magic in the making...

DDLC

magic in the making...

EVER AFTER HIGH

magic in the making...

HARRY POTTER

magic in the making...

THE FOLK OF THE AIR

A/N: ask me about these after a couple of months, I still need to finish the series lol

magic in the making...

ALL FOR THE GAME

magic in the making...

A GOOD GIRL'S GUIDE TO MURDER

magic in the making...

DANGANRONPA 1, 2 AND 3

magic in the making...

YANDERE SIMULATOR (maybe, I definitely don't support that pr3dator yand3v, so I probably won't write for this much or at all)

magic in the making...

MANGA/MANHWA/MANHUA

A/N: please ask if I write for the specific one you want first!!

magic in progress...

!! IMPORTANT A/N: The fandoms listed below are the ones I won't write for very often or when I do, it'll probably not be reqs or asks ♥ !!

GENSHIN IMPACT

magic in the making...

HONKAI STAR RAIL

magic in the making...

A/N: The requests for Hoyoverse games are currently closed <;3

BROOKLYN-99

A/N: I'll write for everyone except Holt, Kevin, Sarge, Boyle, Hitchcock and Scully

magic in the making...

MODERN FAMILY

A/N: I don't write for Luke, Manny and Jay

magic in the making...

ENCANTO

magic in the making...

WEDNESDAY (NETFLIX SHOW)

magic in the making...

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iwishiwasrichasfuck · 9 months

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New thought: yandere!*insert fav from any group* x reader where every time *insert name* kills someone, reader goes "Oh come on! We talked about this" and scolds him/her and he/she just listens and pouts like a sorry puppy.

Or another scenario where reader's been getting letters and notes and when they find out it's *insert name* they say "That's not how you woo someone" and proceed to give them a lesson on how to woo them.

(I didn't put pronouns so feel free to imagine the reader how you want but in my head it's a girl)

#And my brain strikes again #kpop idol fic #It's yandere but it's also crack?#Reader's lowkey mentally unstable but we don't talk about that because it's funny #i'll add group names just because #enhypen #ateez #itzy #stray kids #bts #seventeen #ok I'll stop now

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elryuse · 8 days

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Hey, can you write a story about yandere Chaeryeong punishes y/n for escaping

PUNISHMENTS

YANDERE CHAERYEONG X MALE READER

The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, a sickening counterpoint to the chirping crickets outside. Y/n, his body trembling like a frightened rabbit, huddled in the corner of the basement, his eyes glued to the crimson trail leading to the lifeless form of his mother.

Chaeryeong, his once-beloved childhood friend, stood over her, a chilling smile playing on her lips. Her once playful eyes, now glinting with a terrifying madness, met his.

"See, Y/n," she chirped, her voice like a warped nursery rhyme, "they just didn't understand our love, did they?"

The memory, a year old now, still sent shivers down Y/n's spine. It had all started innocently enough. Chaeryeong, the girl he used to chase butterflies with, had developed a… fixation on him. It began with small pranks, dead mice left on his doorstep, whispers in the dead of night. Then came the escalating threats, the cryptic messages scrawled on his window, each signed with a single red rose.

His parents, oblivious to the growing darkness in Chaeryeong's eyes, dismissed it as teenage angst. But Y/n knew better. The fear gnawed at him, a constant companion.

The first kill was his father. A "tragic accident" the police called it, a gas leak in the garage. Y/n knew better. He'd seen the glint of a metal pipe in Chaeryeong's hand the night before. Then came his mother, a single, brutal stab wound silencing her screams.

Now, alone in the blood-soaked basement, Y/n felt a primal terror unlike anything he'd ever known.

"Don't worry, Y/n," Chaeryeong knelt before him, her touch sending chills down his spine. "We'll be together forever now. Just you and me."

Forever. The word hung heavy in the air, a chilling promise. Chaeryeong's basement became his prison, the flickering light bulb his only sun. Days bled into nights, punctuated by Chaeryeong's visits. Sometimes she'd be playful, braiding his hair and humming childhood songs in a voice that now sent shivers down his spine. Other times, she'd be a monster, her eyes burning with a terrifying intensity as she recounted the details of his family's demise.

He tried to escape, once. The desperate scramble for the basement door, the sickening thud as Chaeryeong tackled him. The punishment was swift and brutal – a broken leg, set with rusty tools, the agony a constant reminder of his limitations.

Somehow, amidst the horror, a twisted form of normalcy emerged. Chaeryeong meticulously cared for him, cooking him meals, reading him stories, her voice a chilling comfort in the suffocating darkness. She'd decorate the basement with fairy lights and stolen flowers, a pathetic attempt to create a semblance of life.

Y/n, a broken shell of his former self, clung to this twisted affection. It was all he had left. He learned to anticipate her moods, to offer a placating smile when she needed it, to endure the chilling tales of her "art" – other families, chosen at random, their lives snuffed out in Chaeryeong's twisted game of love.

One night, as Chaeryeong recounted the details of her latest victim, a horrifying realization dawned on Y/n. He wasn't just a prisoner; he was an accomplice. His silence, his forced acceptance, was a tacit approval of her monstrous acts.

He looked at Chaeryeong, her face illuminated by the flickering light, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. In that moment, beneath the mask of madness, he saw a flicker of something else – a desperate yearning for love, a love so twisted that it thrived on death and fear.

A choked sob escaped his lips. He was trapped in a nightmare, bound by a love so warped it defied definition. Chaeryeong, his childhood friend, his tormentor, his twisted savior, had become his entire world. Escape seemed like a distant dream, lost in the suffocating darkness of their macabre love story.

The basement, once a place of horror, now felt like a twisted sanctuary. As long as he remained within its confines, Chaeryeong's twisted affection, a chilling mix of love and possession, would keep him safe. Outside, the world continued to spin, oblivious to the monster lurking in its midst and the broken boy forever bound to her.

#itzy chaeryeong #lee chaeryeong #chaeryoung itzy #itzy #kpop #yandere roleplay #yandere blog #yandere stories #yandere #kpop yandere #pyschopath #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #beautiful #apreciation post #update

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