#yandere karina

[constantinerkives]

Dance Macabre // Drabble

PAIRING: Yoo Jimin x fem reader

WARNINGS: established relationship, yandere Karina, kidnapping, allusions to violence and unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, and profanity. You and Jimin have children, Chairwoman! Karina, MILF! Karina and OC, Johan Liebert reference because I love that soft-spoken manipulative villain.

A/N: Before I begin the mean girl Aeri one-shot, this prompt has been plaguing me ever since I started re-watching 'Monster' so I had to do something about it because my hyper-fixated mind won’t stop unless it’s done. So to soothe this cursed thought, I’ll write about this and be free to begin orchestrating my next one-shot.

SYNOPSIS: To you, she’s your angel. To her enemies, she is death, and to your children: she is a god.

Your wife is a creature of habit.

You observed this when she started courting you during your college days. To you, she is the epitome of perfection; to those that cross her, she is death. 

For your safety, you must update her on your whereabouts. Karina liked knowing that she'll check the time, knowing exactly where you are and what you are doing. Failure to do so and consequences will follow. 

You didn't mind your strict schedule. You like sticking to a routine. 

Until you didn't, all it took was an argument with an entitled customer who broke your phone in anger and stormed off. And due to a broken phone, you didn't update your wife; she was angry. Karina's fury isn't like a volcano, no. It's silent, cold, and calculating. 

When you came home, the first thing you did was to get on your knees and begged for your wife to see reason - it wasn't your fault that your phone broke! But alas, your pleas fell on deaf ears - she wasn't having it.

Karina walks over to you and grabs you by the jaw, forcing you to look up at the older woman whose black, abysmal eyes swim with danger and twisted delight. She caresses your cheek, and your hope shatters as a faux disappointed sigh leaves her pretty lips.

"I still have to punish you, darling." Jimin pecks your lips. "Now run to the bedroom and wait for me, do you understand?"

"Do you understand?" Oh, the cruelty of adulthood.  

She fucked you raw and unrelentlessly, even when your throat became raw from screaming, even when your cunt was full of your mixed juices - the woman didn't stop. Not until she was satisfied.

And because of her treatment, you gave birth to her daughter nine months later. Ariadne Yoo, the carbon copy of her mother, is beautiful and sharp, even for a three-year-old. You and Karina cherished her, and it didn't take long for your daughter to ask for a sibling; naturally, you and Karina complied with your daughter's request, which brings you to your second pregnancy: another girl. 

Like your first pregnancy with Ariadne, Karina is protective of you and your unborn child. She made sure that she was updated on your whereabouts, even as far as placing a tracking device on all your jewelry. 

And it all went smoothly, until-

Pregnancy made you soft and vulnerable. That's why you felt sympathetic toward a group of innocent-looking teens whose car broke down. Motherhood made you want to make sure that this group made it home safely. 

It proved to be a stupid move because one minute later, your arms and legs were bound with tape on your mouth while they stuffed you in their supposed broke-down car and threw you into a cold, damp warehouse: a stark contrast to the luxury and comfort that your wife provided for you and your children.

After pulling the 'I'm pregnant' card, they were kind enough to make you sleep on a thin bed. And while they were discussing the desired amount for your ransom, you mull how this happened. Karina studied the map of the city to create a safe route for you to run your errands. Perhaps this is how they found out. 

They're smart, but not smart enough as your phone dings in the hands of one of your captors. She sneers and skips toward you as she shows you your wife's message. It read: 

You're late. 

Blood drains from your face. Your wife knows where you are, but she wants you to explain in front of her before she makes a verdict. 

"What's the password?" She asks; you tell her.

She licks her upper teeth as she types on your phone's keyboard. 

"Young lady," You tread carefully, "Whatever it is that you're gang wants, it's not worth it." 

She gives you a dirty look as the group stops talking and turns their attention towards you and one of their members. 

One of them scoffs, a man. "Oh, it is." He joins the young lady and drapes his arm around her shoulders. "It's easy money for your wife." He looks at her, a sick smile gracing his thin lips as his beady eyes glow with repulsive greed. 

"Shall we make it $30 Million?"

The lady gasps, "Perfect," 

"You can't spend it when you're dead." You tell them. The man's face darkens as he storms towards you and grabs you by the hair, eliciting a yelp from you. "You're in no position to threaten us, bitch." 

"Please," You plead, "You have to trust me-"

"Shut that bitch up, please." One of them jeers and the man happily obliges as he slaps your face. The side of your face stings red, and he hits you again. 

You're sure that their fate will be worse than death; Karina hates it when you get hurt. 

"Shut up, bitch." He growls, and you whimper - your instincts telling you to protect your daughter inside you. But your hands are bound. 

He looks over his shoulder, "Send the fucking message. She's starting to bore me." And they walk away from you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. 

"It's okay," You assured your unborn child. "Mommy's coming to save us." 

Karina's hand held her phone with a vice-like grip that she thought it would crack.

Her obsidian-colored eyes glower at the photo of your fearful state with the words: $30 Million typed below your image.

How dare they touch you, her wife, her equal. 

Cold wrath surges through her body as she puts down her phone and looks at her computer where it tells her your location. You were outside the city. She estimates that it could roughly be an hour-long drive.

A knock on her door snaps her from her reverie, "What is it?"

The door opens, revealing her secretary. "Chairwoman Yoo, the investors are ready."

The older woman stands gracefully from her seat and fixes the cufflinks of her blazer. "Have Miss Hwang take care of them." Karina's voice is eerily calm as she walks past the younger woman. Her secretary follows after her.

"What are you going to do, Chairwoman Yoo?"

The black-haired beauty looks over her shoulder. "I'm going to fetch my wife."

Pregnancy made you a heavy sleeper because moments later, you were awakened by Karina's soft hand caressing your baby bump while she cradled you. 

"Karina," You breathe. Impossible, you would've heard the screams of agony and fear. You crane your neck; your blood runs cold at the sight of their twitching bodies as they gurgle their blood. 

"Look at me, beloved." She coaxes, you obey and your eyes subtly widen. Karina's hair is tied in a high ponytail - she was presentable except for the blood splattered all over her suit and some on her face, decorating her cheeks like a demented blush. 

But she's beautiful regardless. 

"I'm sorry," You choke a sob as you hold onto her. "I tried, baby, I tried to-"

"Sh," She coaxes and pulls you closer to her, coaxing the side of your face against her soft chest as she cups the other side of your head. "It's okay, darling. It isn't your fault." 

"They're still alive, though." You whisper against her suit, and her chest rumbles with a dark chuckle. 

"I heard that dull blades are agonizingly painful than sharp ones. I will leave them to suffer for touching you and our baby, Y/N." 

With her other hand, she slips it under your knees, "Now hold tight," She stands up, "Our daughter's waiting for us at home." 

Karina effortlessly carries you to the exit of the warehouse. You take a good look at your dying captors as they lay in the pool of their blood, dull knives jutting from their bodies.

"Do you remember my first letter?" Your wife asks, forcing you to tear your gaze from the gang to answer her. 

"Of course," How could you forget? It was poetic. 

"I wrote about flowers and your love for them," She reminisces with a soft smile, a rare sight to see; you are blessed to see it. 

"And how you love peonies, especially pink ones, am I right, my love?" She looks at you. Her lips still form her rare, warm smile. 

"Yes," You sigh as you rest your right hand over her heart. 

"When we get home, you'll rest. And tomorrow, we will go to your favorite flower park so you can look at the flowers." 

You caught sight of a familiar Lincoln Continental. She opens the passenger door for you, and you allow her to guide you to the passenger seat. Karina lingers near the passenger door as she takes in your disheveled appearance. Your wife heaves a sigh, and takes your hand, her thumb rubbing the back of your palm soothingly.  

"Stay with me and Ariadne, Y/N." She comes closer. "I will give you everything. Everything is yours because I said so." 

She brings your hand to her mouth, where her lips ghost over your knuckles.

"Stay with us, and I will blanket you in flowers. I was born to smother you with flowers."

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[laurentpark]

She — Yoo Jimin

pairing: yandere! karina x reader

summary: you just wanted to surprise your girlfriend for her hard work, but once you stepped foot at her home, you were the one surprised instead.

genre: dark romance

warnings: yandere themes, obsession, manipulation, mentions of blood, minor death, joe goldberg and amy dunne references because we love hot villains.

a/n: we honestly need more yandere content so i wrote this (this doesn't mean i condone this behavior in real life. its creepy and its weird, but keep in mind this is only fiction. just words. nothing real.)

"This is not what it looks like."

You just wanted to surprise her. You really did. She deserved it after working so hard and got a promotion of her job while still making time for you and your relationship.

So you bought her a cake and dozens of gifts before driving all the way to her neighborhood.

With a wide smile plastered on your face, you pulled out the spare key to her home.

She gave it to you as a gift on your anniversary, so you could come to her place at any time and be welcomed.

Once you heard the doorknob click, you opened the door and wasn't welcomed by your girlfriend but rather a scream.

Your eyes laid on your friend on the ground, bloody.

"P-please, Jimin! Have mercy on me!"

"You're taking so much of her time and attention and expect me to show you mercy? Don't be so stupid."

The cake that you held dropped to the ground once you witnessed one of your closest friend get stabbed to the death by none other than the love of your life.

Once Jimin heard a loud thud, she furrows her brows and looked up, to see her precious girlfriend look at her with a shock and scared expression.

She widens her eyes seeing your figure and stands up with her hands on the air.

"This is not what it looks like."

Your girlfriend, Jimin tries to tell you, dropping the bloody knife she once held in her hand but your brain couldn't even process the words she was saying as you become frozen in place.

Tears start to well up on your eyes and cover your mouth with your hand, shaking in fear.

"Sweetheart..." She cooes, slowly walking over to you but you take a step back.

"What...did you d-do?" Your voice cracks, still in utter disbelief on what your girlfriend did to your friend.

"Trust me when I say I didn't want to do it, sweetheart." She says rather softly. "But I couldn't help it. He was taking you away from me and I couldn't let that happen."

"So you killed him?!" You raise your voice at her out of anger. "He's dead Jimin! Why did you- What am I- You could go to jail for this!"

There were millions of things your brains was thinking of and you started to panic. Your body's starting to shake anymore as you bit your nails. However, your girlfriend shook her head and walks towards you before reaching out to you.

"No I'm won't, sweetheart." She holds you closely, gently stroking your hair as you continued to cry over her shoulder. "Shh, don't cry. I'll clean this up...aww, did you buy me a cake?"

She notices the cake on the ground, ruined, as well as other gifts you were supposed to give to her.

"I'm sorry for shocking you, sweetheart but I'll make it up to you." She grabs you by the shoulders, forcing you to look at her before wiping your tears away. "I'll clean this entire mess up while you can go to my bedroom and decide what movie we're going to watch, okay?"

You look at her in disbelief before pushing her away. Jimin stumbles and looks at you confused as you sniffled and wipe your tears away.

Jimin narrows her eyes before pinning you to the wall, grabbing you by the jaw with one hand while you struggled against her.

"Why did you push me?" Her tone was cold and demanded an answer.

You scoff at her, "You're crazy if you think if I can continue being with you after you just killed my friend Karina!"

Karina.

She despised you calling her that name and she knew, you knew that. Her name's Jimin. Only those who feared and didn't know her personally called her Karina.

Her jaw clenches and her grip on your jaw becomes much more stronger.

"Ow!"

"What do you mean?" She looks at you with a cold stare. "What do you mean you can't continue being with me?"

"You're insane, Karina! I can't-"

"Don't call me that name." She presses you harder agaist the wall and her grip on you becomes much more tighter making you wince in pain. "You can't call me that name. Not you."

"Just let me go." You begged her, tears rapidly flowing down your cheeks. "Just let me go and I'll forget this ever happened. Let me go and I won't ever report this to the police."

"Let you go?" She raises a brow. "You expect me to let you go? After everything I've done for you? I killed for you, who else can say that?"

"You killed my friend." You cry out. "I don't want that. You crossed the line and I'm leaving you because of it."

"There's not a line I wouldn't cross for you." She grits her teeth before softening her face. "Please Y/N. I love you."

She starts to press kisses on your neck. Your breathing starts to get heavier, fearing what she might do to you. You make eye contact with her and she has this soft yet insane look on her eyes.

"You drive me crazy, sweetheart. I can't let you go, never in a million years. I love you."

This moment. This was the moment where you realize there was nothing you could do but accept her love and apology or else she will do something to put you on your place without regret.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you..." She says continuesly, still pressing wet kisses on your neck. As you stood there. Frozen.

You were stuck with her for life and there is nothing you could do about it without getting hurt.

"Say it back."

You lock eyes with her, her cold eyes staring to your soul, telling you to do it or suffer the consequences of your action

"I..." You pause as her nails dig on your skin, waiting for your answer.

"I love you too."

She smiles in victory after hearing your answer but still didn't let go of you, only loosening her grip.

"You're mine, sweetheart. You're never getting rid of me."

She declares before crashing her lips on yours, without a care in the world if she could taste the saltiness of your tears.

You were hers. Forever. Whether you liked or not.

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[b000mbayah]

yandere aespa reaction to you confessing to them?👁👁

Sure thing anon :)

✎𝚈𝚘𝚞?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙼𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏

Requested: Yes

Word count: 4,309

Warnings: None?

✎𝚈𝚘𝚞?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙼𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏

Karina

Karina has spent the last eight months contemplating your relationship status. Sure, you are far closer than she could have ever comprehended the first time she saw you- but now that all just seems like some distant dream she has already surpassed. She very clearly remembers how beautiful you looked the first time you met as friends, how kind you were to her- all of these only fueled the fire she had already started for herself and eventually, that small fire on the tip of her match stick had grown into a full on bonfire. That day she'll treasure forever, like a sacred secret.

But now, seeing you standing at her front door through the small peep hole, she's more confused than ever- despite the overwhelming feeling of lush swirling around inside of her like a whirlpool. Without hesitation, she unlocked her front door, reeling the slab back from the frame to reveal a very bashful you. You shifted uncomfortably, shifting from one leg to the other with your hands held out in front of you. If Karina didn’t know you- and she thanks the lords that she does every day- then she would’ve guessed you were some shy girl scout… just without the uniform.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She inquired, feeling somewhat conflicted by your sudden appearance. Your mouth only opened and closed though, resembling that of a fish. You looked lost, confused, but most concerning of all, you looked troubled.

"Come in, please" Stepping aside, she opened the door further. When you walked past her, she could basically feel the uncertainty radiating from you like a batch of heavy nuclear waste. To this, she frowned, following after you with many thoughts racing through her mind.

Once you both found a comfortable seat in her living room, she'd smile lightly as you only breathed in a sequence to calm yourself down.

"We need to talk"

Karina had almost instantly gulped, feeling a thick lump form in her throat at the sound of your roughed voice. It felt heavy, yet light, much like a buoy that just sat stationary within her tightening throat. She'd eye you carefully, noticing the poorly covered bags under your eyes and the small shake of your hands. Have you not slept?

"What's wrong? You look like you haven't slept, no offence"

Then it was your turn to pause as you looked down into your lap, bouncing your knee nervously. "That's because I haven't," you dryly admitted as Karina had cautiously moved closer, scooting over to your side. Her eyes felt heavy upon your skin, dangerous almost, like a wolf in sheep's clothing. "I've been thinking about someone… someone really close to me and I think I've come to the realisation that I- that I like them...?"

Karina leaned back lightly, feeling her world shatter in more ways than one. Her heart had plummeted into a pit of self-pity and jealousy while her brain worked hard at your words. You like someone? She's not an idiot, you could've said love. Or are you uncertain? Is there still that small slither of hope for her? She'll make the cut, she'll just have to expand the horizon no matter the cost if it means being with you.

"You like them?" Karina repeated half your words, throat still tight like a squeezed towel. You only sheepishly nodded though, eyes fixated on her and her reaction, and what you got was far from what you expected. You expected a little support for your love life, for her to seem genuinely happy about your choice, but how could you see that when you hadn't told her who "they" were.

"Yeah, very much so"

"Who are they?" Upon hearing her words, you flinch. It was so quick you were certain she hadn't noticed it, but she did and her dark eyebrows shot together, slightly creasing the skin between them.

"They're the most amazing person. They're cute, they're responsible, and they have manners like no other gentlewoman I've ever met" you silently bite at your lower lip, feeling your teeth sink painfully into the skin, but you needed a distraction from the jaded look on Karina's face and pain was the perfect volunteer.

"They sound nice" Karina resorted, gazing down to her own hands as they shook under the extreme condition of jealousy and fitted rage. "Their name?"

You gulped, fidgeting uncomfortably in your seat. Her reaction wasn't sitting well with you and your heart. She seemed almost violent with her wording, and you could tell she was ready to punch a hole through the wall if needed.

"Their name?"

You and Karina were close, friendship wise and physically. Your knees were close to brushing each other, and your shoulders so close you could feel the warmth emitting from her body. But what you have with her is special, like a shared star. It's the most precious and dearest thing you've ever had a grasp on and you're afraid if you say the wrong words- or do the wrong thing- she'll be out of your life forever. That star would then be a fragment of what once was a beating heart, now set to rest like a fatal pet upon its funeral bed.

But you have to take that leap in life sometimes. That's what makes life, life.

With one deep breath, you open your mouth, and the name almost falls crooked upon your tongue. You could feel your mouth go stale as your body tensed up. Never have you felt more afraid of rejection than you do right now.

"Karina"

But then the name crawled into her ears for her brain to process and her heart to examine. Her brain had broken the name up for a thorough inspection, diving deep for further inspections in the name and if it were truly hers or some misheard piece of information. So she needed clarification.

"Karina?"

You bit your lip even harder, finally drawing a drizzle of shiny blood as you nodded, repeating yourself.

"Karina"

It was spontaneous, the way she gripped your shoulders and kissed you hard. Yet, despite the kiss being needy, it felt far from it. The kiss you shared was passionate and most certainly possessive on her behalf.

There was a dominance in the way she pulled you impossibly closer till you were just mesh in her lap, moulding clay within her fingers.

And then she pulled away, cheeks flushed and eyes darting around your strawberry face.

"I like you too"

Giselle

You had ironically met at a coffee shop, like all cliché love stories. Giselle was a first-time customer who quickly grew accustomed to the heavy scent of coffee grains and the sight of natural hues. Wooden planks lined dividers and eco-friendly plants lined certain countertops.

But the place was deceiving.

The welcoming atmosphere was the polar opposite to what actually awaited her at the counter. You were calm and collected, just like the building itself. But what had made you so different was the way you made her feel.

Because while the building made her feel at home, you made her feel… different. You made her feel as if a dozen batches of nestled butterflies were hatching, making her insides flutter and tingle in a delectable way. You made her feel as if she was the only person in the room, that you were solely here for just her and her order. And so, because of this, she freshened her face with the brightest smile she could conduct before she set for the lingering line.

Giselle distinctively remembers how long the queue time felt. She remembers how she prayed that you would be the one to take her order with your monotone apron and pinned back hair. You looked stunning, even with the restricted view created by the heads of the incompetent infront of her.

There was just something fulfilling in the way you dashed around the area, informing your coworkers of the orders being made as transactions went through. You were just stunning.

So, it was no surprise that when you called upon the next customer in line, Giselle had practically thrown herself a small celebration within her mind. And of course, your voice was tender, and of course, you were polite. But your eyes? They seemed to be the most desirable feature upon you. They sparkled under the fluorescent lights, shining like a clean mirror as Giselle could practically see her giddy reflection within them. Your eyes seemingly controlled Giselle in ways she never thought to be possible.

When you finally called her name for her collection, Giselle had never been so in love with her own name. There was just something in the way you said it- how it lightly trespassed upon your tongue like a sin.

The cup felt warm between her fingers and palm, warming the appendages as she read over her own name repeatedly while taking small sips and obvious glances your way. It would be an absolute dream if you just locked eyes one more time.

And so she visited more often than not. Giselle would make an appearance before work, during her lunch breaks, after work. It was as if a day was never truly complete without visiting you- without stalking you.

Eventually, however, the font of her name was accompanied by the small doodle of whatever you pleased: a star, a smiley face… a heart… These made her smile like some love-drunk teenager all over again.

And not before long, you added another something else, changing everything all together as you instead put a small note, each one differing from the last. They were only little sentences like "How are you?" Or "Have a good day!". But each one held a firmer grip on her heart, and soon enough, it became far more addictive than any type of alcohol or drug or coffee, for you were her new addiction.

However, there was one issue. You've never actually exchanged any other words except for "the usual?" And "please". She could sense the mutual respect as one of the establishments highest paying customers at this point. But surely you weren't doing it just because of that? She's never seen you write on anyone else's cup the way you do for her. She's never seen you even remotely smile at any other customer the way you do for her.

So why must she feel so glum when she received a cup with nothing? There was just a blank spot on the sticker where her name- her doodle- her note was supposed to be? She would've taken anything, but nothing? That just seems too harsh to just suddenly stop.

Her head was too far up in the clouds to realise the shitty customer pestering you the entire time you were making her usual drink. So when she finally screwed her head back into place and took into account the situation, to say she was ready for murder was an understatement.

Giselle would unknowingly want this lady to bleed, to cry at her lack of mercy as she'd just slowly edge her towards death before aiding her to health, only to do it all again.

It was sick, but Giselle quite frankly couldn't care less about that. She cared more about getting her note and dealing with that woman (albeit at a later date).

So, with her bag flung over her barely exposed shoulder, she strode towards the till, where you were being harassed and humiliated for your "mistake" of an order.

It wasn't until she was basically standing side by side with the woman of many problems that you had noticed Giselle, turning to look at her apologetically as she just gave you a reassuring smile.

"Excuse me?" Giselle begins, interrupting the rampaging bull beside her as she squeezed into the conversation like it was a heated hot tub. "You uh- you forgot my note" She sheepishly held up her cup of steaming contents, her fingers wrapped around its curved frame delicately.

You only blinked at her, face slightly scrunched, but soon a smile grew before her eyes. She did that? Giselle had actually made you smile? If only you knew how many fantasies you were making come true with just the smile and light eye contact. "Ouh, I did? I'm sorry. Please, let me fix that?"

You held your hand out, sleeves rolled up to your elbows as your hand flexed slightly. To this, Giselle only blushed, handing you her cup as the woman before her scoffed in annoyance.

"So she gets a replacement!?"

"Oh, I'm not getting a replacement" Giselle smiled a crooked grin at the woman beside her.

"Here you go," you smiled, placing the black marker pen back down on the counter as you handed Giselle her drink once again. "Please enjoy" You gave her a half smile this time, blushing lightly as your fingers brushed against each other- there was no way you hadn't felt that too!

But deciding to question it later, Giselle took one last look at the rude customer, eyeing her up and down to get one last good look at her before turning on her heel to sit down at her designated booth once again.

With a hopeful sigh, Giselle took a small sip of her drink, finally deciding to look down and read the note you had just put on there.

There laid the arrangement of four simple words. Each one held value within the context of the small note, but the overall value was enough to send her heart flipping and somersaulting in pure ecstasy.

"Go out with me?"

Winter

It was destined from the very beginning- or so that's what Winter told herself every night. Every night, she spent alone in her room, cramped up into the corner of her bed- draped in different sheets and blankets as she just drew all things to do with you.

She'd draw your name in pretty pinks and emboid the empty surroundings with carefully drawn-out hearts and clouds. There would often be pages found with repetitive contents. Like pages of both your initials, conjoint by a single plus symbol.

But these were just silly little drawings, things little children would do to pair themselves up with their crushes within their innocent minds. But Winter wasn't a child anymore. She's an adult with "normal" adult thoughts and desires. And so she had a special book, one of carefully executed photos of you to accompany a timeline of your day. She'd have notes of all your dislikes and likes, all your hobbies and fears, all your friends and enemies. The list extends past half the book with information written in extreme detail.

Darkness seemingly seeps into the material of the pages as the photographs and facts near the back pages. She'd have pictures of you with your friends. She'd have you surrounded in hearts while all your friends have ink scribbled across them in ways that represent the fate they'll meet one day.

One friend would have no eyes, while another had their mouth slit to the tip of their cheek bones. One has their stomach ripped open with drawn on organs, and the other simply had a cloud of ink engulfing the entirety of their head.

However, these photos never did her any justice, they were just little flashy tropes she could hug at night- pretending you were there with her instead of a book she cherishes as if it were you.

Winter would often find herself waking up in a sour mood because of this, eventually leading to her doing even more stalking.

How could something go from being so sweet and childish-like, to morbid and sadistic? The answer? Winter. Winter was exactly that.

When you first met a few months back, it was by complete accident. You had body slammed her while playing a game of complex frisbee with your friends in the park.

She remembers so clearly how cute you looked- all dumbfounded with your mouth hung ajar. Your eyebrows were furrowed into a straight line, eyes slightly widened as your face changed to the hue of roses.

You looked perfect.

So flushed for her and her only. Now she wants that again, and she wants that forever. She knew there was no way this was a coincidence. It was destiny to her.

So she made it her duty to follow you, "coincidently" meeting you in random locations till you were close enough to actually just talk like friends, and eventually, you considered her one.

She was invited to your outings, but she only went for you- acting as if she was happy to be company for your other friends as well.

She'd hesitantly put on a laugh and smile for the sake of being close to you, pretending to care when one of your friends get broken up with- or when one of them gets fired from their job

Fortunately, though, it eventually paid off. Eventually, you had invited her to a day out with just the two of you.

And obviously, she couldn't reject the opportunity.

So she found herself here, sitting on a bench in the middle of the exact same park you first met as you simply enjoy the silence with each other.

She stares at you while you stare at the natural surroundings that greet you in a whimsical trance. The birds sing happily, and the distant disturbing hum of a car makes itself present.

It was explosive, how you quickly slurred out words, but Winter understood. "You see that spot?' You ask, raising a finger to an empty patch on the field with a small smile gracing your lips.

"Yeah?"

"It's where we met," you add, looking at Winter as she just grins. You remembered? You cared enough to pay attention? She just assumed you were so caught up in looking at her that you wouldn't have noticed.

"Yeah, I suppose it is," Winter nodded, looking back over to the patch of grass.

"I prefer this so much more," you happily sighed out, relaxing into the bench's structure as your hands delved deep into your hoodie pockets.

"Prefer what so much more?"

"I prefer this, just hanging out with you and not being in a group twenty-four seven"

To this, Winter silently questioned why, thoughts of all sorts rushing through her already congested mind. "Any particular reason why?" You almost crippled into a ball at her words, but she was eager to know, and her heart got the best of her tongue.

"What do you mean? How could I not enjoy hanging out with the kindest person I know. And on top of that, she's smart and so, so attractive," you goofily smile, earning a small push out of both embarrassment and overall shyness.

"Anyone would be lucky to date you," you almost whisper, frowning slightly to yourself. But Winter caught that, now mirroring your saddened expression with a hollowed heart.

"Why would you think that, Y/n?"

"Because you're this amazing person. You're far too extraordinary to just be some fling or a one-time purpose girlfriend - you're you! You're understanding, you're responsible, you're lovable. Do you understand how hard it is to come across someone like you in this modern society we've constructed? It's like a septillion to one!"

"Y/n?" Winter reached out, holding your wrist to help calm you down.

"I love you!" You suddenly blurt out amongst the waffling of your rambles, causing you to slam your mouth shut, now embarrassed and fearful for the outcome.

However, the outcome was far from what you expected when you saw that same stupid grin again- the one she does without any particular reason.

"I- I"

"You love me?" Winter grumbled, eying you half suspiciously, but she couldn't stop the smokey pink from spreading across her now flushed face.

It seems that Winter was the one to trip and stumble this time, figuratively body slamming you this time with that flushed look.

"You don't have to love me back. That was a mistake"

"No, you said it for a reason, and I refuse to let that slide as some mistake. Y/n, I love you too. I just didn't know how to say it before. And we were always just around your friends"

"Then I'll fix that. If you're uncomfortable, then I'll do more dates like these ones with just us"

"Dates? This is a date"

You hum. "No! I mean, I wouldn't object to the idea at all, but I feel like I could do better than this for a first date, can I show you?"

Ningning

Your first encounter wasn't exactly the most ideal, but it was perfect for Ningning. She felt as if you had stolen her heart when you walked out the shop, committing a crime that she honestly didn't care much about- but that never stopped her from playing cops and robbers with you.

She'd happily gather intel on you, noting it all down as she dreamily stared at you through your open window or from another booth in a café you visit on the regular.

She'd be so far in her state of delusional mind that her quickly developed obsession would stem out into a more physical form. She'd have an "evidence" board with pictures of you pinned up, reasons, and witness statements from herself to "help" her case.

This was either just some wacky fantasy, or she genuinely believed this to keep herself away from the truth of her yandere-like behaviour.

Either way, it wasn't exactly the most efficient way of "gathering intel" so she went undercover as the girl you met just the other week and not this fake cop she's made herself to be.

However, one thing leads to another, and months later, she's found laying on your bed with you. Despite the countless encounters you've both had since that "undercover" mission. She has yet to make any further status updates as all she's been able to think about was how attractive you look no matter the circumstance.

Her feelings had gotten the best of her and the whole "Cop Vs. Criminal" plot had fallen through the floor at this point. Over the course of your time spent together, she's come more and more to terms with her ways, understanding what's happening.

But it's not like she can stop it, she's far past that point, so the only thing she can do is continue to just be your friend. She'd have to sit by your side as you enjoy silly little dates that aren't with her, go on stunning vacations around the world with someone who's not her and grow old with some other person who's not her.

Wait.

She still has a fight in her, though, so why was she thinking these things to herself? Why was she suddenly so defeated in the name of love- something she feels so strongly about?

Maybe it was the way you complained about love, like it would never come your way, like Ningning hadn't in front of you this whole time?

Whatever it was, it was diminishing her own perspective- and her ability to push through a tough crowd because she knew you'd never feel the same- even if she had kidnapped you and forced you to at least try and love her.

"Do you love anyone?"

Ningning choked on her pringles, eyes tightly closing as she coughed furiously into her fisted palm.

Does she love anyone?

When your hand made contact with her back, she felt that same shock of ecstatic she normally does as you try your hardest to fix the issue you have created. After some time, her coughing subsides, and the only thing left between you is the haunting word of "love"

"Do I love someone?" Ningning asked, almost unsure if her ears were deceiving her, but your nod told her enough. "I uhm.." she hesitated, scared to reveal anymore than she already had, thinking back to her makeshift evidence board and old high-school files she had stolen.

Now love just seems like too vague of a word… obsessed is a better suited pick.

"I do," her voice was meek out of fear as she searched your eyes, throat scratched and burning from the choke you unwillingly placed upon her.

One eyebrow rose above the other as a grin quickly spread its way across your face, your look almost demanding "Who"

"I'm not telling you that!" she laughed, still eyeing you cautiously in fear of exposing herself. "Do you have a crush, Y/n?"

"I do indeed" your grin only seems to widen as a pit suddenly spawns inside of Ningnings stomach. "I have an idea! If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine?"

"No way!" You roll your eyes at the girl, shaking your head as your grin slips away. "How about you tell me yours, then I'll tell you mine," Ningning requested, flipping the entirety of your offer to benefit and favour her.

You hummed. And then you spoke.

"Sure, why not?" You shrugged, leaning in closer to the smaller girl, leaving an excruciatingly painful gap between you both.

"Ningning"

"Yeah?"

"I love you"

Ningning tensed up like a cat in fear, her back stiffened, and her eyes locked onto your own as the words bounced around inside of her head. "You love me?" She repeated, sounding unsure before repeating it again and again until the words just felt natural and light upon her tongue.

"Is this real?"

You only laughed, smacking her shoulder lightly "one hundred and one percent." You smiled as Ningning only swooned, giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"I love you too!"

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[elryuse]

Yandere rich girl karina x poor male reader please?

My Savior

YANDERE RICH GIRL KARINA X MALE READER

The neon glow of Seoul pulsated through the rainy night, each raindrop reflecting the city's frenetic energy. Y/n hurried down the slick sidewalk, seeking refuge from the sudden downpour. He ducked into a small convenience store, the warmth a welcome contrast to the chilly air. As he scanned the aisles for an umbrella, a scream shattered the mundane.

Y/n whipped around, heart hammering against his ribs. Through the rain-streaked window, he saw a scene that froze him in place. Across the street, a hulking figure was shoving a young woman, her silver hair unmistakable, into a waiting black van. It was Karina, the undisputed leader of the K-pop juggernaut aespa. Panic surged through him, a primal urge to help overriding any sense of self-preservation.

He burst out of the store, the rain plastering his clothes to his skin. Adrenaline pumping, he sprinted across the street, ignoring the screeching tires and honking horns. The kidnapper shoved Karina into the van just as Y/n reached them. With a roar, he launched himself at the man, tackling him to the ground.

The ensuing struggle was brutal. Rain mingled with sweat and blood as they grappled on the wet asphalt. The kidnapper, a man twice Y/n's size, rained blows down on him. Yet, fueled by a desperate need to protect Karina, Y/n fought back with surprising ferocity. He connected with a lucky punch, sending the kidnapper reeling back momentarily.

Seizing the opportunity, Y/n scrambled to the open van door. Karina, her face pale and streaked with tears, scrambled out and threw her arms around him in a desperate hug. "Call for help!" she shrieked, her voice tight with terror.

Just then, the wail of sirens pierced the night, growing louder by the second. The kidnapper, realizing his escape was thwarted, let out a guttural curse and lunged at Y/n again. This time, however, Y/n was no match for his rage. He crumpled to the ground, a sickening crack echoing as the man slammed his fist into Y/n's jaw.

Karina watched in horror, a bloodcurdling scream escaping her lips. When security finally swarmed the scene, she was cradling Y/ns unconscious form, his blood staining the cheap cotton of his shirt. A cold, primal fear gripped her. He'd saved her, a simple man with nothing but his courage, and in doing so, become her hero.

The following weeks were a whirlwind of hospital visits and hushed conversations. The news of the kidnapping had sent Korea into a frenzy. Y/n, once an unknown face, was hailed as a national hero. Karina, however, couldn't shake the image of him lying broken on the pavement – his sacrifice etching a permanent mark on her soul.

As Y/n recovered, he found himself bombarded with media requests and endorsement deals. Karina, with the subtle influence of her family's vast wealth, steered him towards lucrative but short-lived contracts. The fleeting adoration of the public wasn't what she envisioned for him. He belonged to her, the man who saved her not for fame, but for the frightened girl beneath the dazzling persona.

The next obstacle was Hyojin, Y/n's girlfriend. A stunning model with a career mirroring Karina's own. But envy was a weapon Karina wielded with practiced ease. Underhanded comments to reporters about Hyojin's "unprofessionalism" and carefully leaked photos of her "less-than-perfect" moments fueled public scrutiny. The once-adoring fans turned their backs, their fickle loyalty shifting with the wind.

Gradually, the pressure mounted on Hyojin. The career she'd meticulously built began to crumble. The warmth in her eyes that Y/n had fallen in love with turned to a cold resentment. She lashed out at him, his lack of fame and money now a constant source of barbs. The love that once blossomed turned toxic, leaving Y/n emotionally isolated.

It was then that Karina swooped in, the savior in a designer dress. She apologized profusely for "Hyojin's behavior," blaming the pressures of fame. Then, the gifts began. A first-class ticket to a secluded resort on Jeju Island, a night at the most exclusive club in Seoul – all delivered anonymously with a single, elegant "K" on the card.

At first, Y/n was hesitant, overwhelmed by the extravagance. But Karina, with her practiced charm and a touch of melancholy in her voice, spun a web of vulnerability. "You deserve this," she'd say, her classy polite korean accent a stark contrast to his rough Korean. "You saved my life,

"Y/n" she continued, her eyes locking with his, a glint of steel hidden beneath the surface. "Now, let me save you from this ordinary life."

The words sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. He wasn't naive. He knew the world Karina inhabited was one of privilege and excess, a world far removed from his own. Yet, after the emotional turmoil with Hyojin, the loneliness he felt gnawed at him. Karina's attention, however overwhelming, felt like a comforting embrace. He found himself accepting the gifts, venturing into a world of luxury he'd only dreamt of.

Days turned into weeks, the line between gratitude and a deeper attachment blurring with each passing moment. Karina, ever the strategist, orchestrated "coincidences" – bumping into him at his favorite cafe, "accidentally" attending the same art exhibition. Her smiles felt genuine, her laughter infectious. The girl he saw on stage, a dazzling idol revered by millions, was slowly transforming into someone he felt he could connect with.

One starlit evening, after a dinner that cost more than his monthly rent, they found themselves on a secluded beach overlooking the Han River. The city lights shimmered across the water, painting a breathtaking panorama. Karina, nestled beside him, leaned her head on his shoulder. A comfortable silence settled between them, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

Y/n turned to her, a questioning look in his eyes. "For what?"

"For everything," she replied, a hint of possessiveness lacing her tone. "For saving me that night, for reminding me there's more to life than fame and fortune."

He smiled, his heart warming at her words. "I just did what anyone else would've done," he mumbled, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

A flicker of something dark crossed Karina's face, a fleeting emotion he couldn't quite decipher. But before he could dwell on it, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, tentative kiss. The touch sent a bolt of electricity through him, a spark of desire igniting within. He melted into the kiss, a sense of hope blossoming in his chest.

As they pulled apart, breathless and slightly dazed, a chilling question echoed in his mind. Was he falling for Karina, or was he simply falling for the illusion she so expertly crafted? He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being drawn into a beautiful yet terrifying web, one from which there might be no escape.

The following days solidified his growing unease. The "coincidences" became more frequent, almost orchestrated. Expensive gifts kept arriving, each one a silent reminder of the debt he owed her. One day, while flipping through a magazine, his heart lurched. A scathing article detailed Hyojin's sudden "retirement" from the modelling world, citing "personal reasons." A cold dread settled in his stomach.

Hyojin had alluded to outside forces working against her, but he'd dismissed it as the bitter rant of a scorned girlfriend. Now, however, a chilling possibility presented itself. Was Karina, in her quest to have him, responsible for Hyojin's downfall? The thought sent a wave of nausea through him.

The next time Karina visited, a bouquet of lilies in hand, Y/n confronted her. He held up the magazine, his voice trembling. "What did you do to Hyojin?"

Karina's smile remained unchanged, but her eyes hardened. "Don't be naive, Y/n," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. "She was just an obstacle. And obstacles, as you well know, have a tendency to… disappear."

Fear and realization washed over him. The woman he was falling for, the savior who had swept him off his feet, was a monster in disguise. He'd been a pawn in her twisted game, his kindness weaponized to further her obsessive desires. The luxurious life he'd been enjoying felt like a gilded cage, and the bars were closing in fast.

Trapped between his burgeoning love and a growing terror, Y/n knew he had to act. He had become Karina's prize, and the thought of living a life controlled by her chilling possessiveness was a nightmare he refused to endure. He had to find a way out, even if it meant breaking free from the dazzling illusion with a harsh and horrifying reality.

The revelation left Y/n reeling. The woman he was captivated by, the angel who had descended from a world of fame, was a terrifying manipulator shrouded in an alluring facade. The luxurious life he tasted now reeked of a gilded cage, the bars tightening with each passing moment. Fear battled with a twisted sense of betrayal – betrayal of Hyojin, of himself, and the naive trust he'd placed in Karina.

Days turned into a waking nightmare. Karina's visits became suffocating, her smiles laced with a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. Every expensive gift became a chilling reminder of the debt he owed, a debt that felt more like a chokehold with each passing day.

Then, a glimmer of hope flickered. Hyojin called. Relief washed over him, a lifeline thrown across the churning waters of his despair. Her voice, though shaky, held a note of urgency. She apologized, tears thick in her voice. She confessed to succumbing to the pressure, to momentarily prioritizing fame over their love. But she realized her mistake, the emptiness of a career built on manipulation stinging far worse than the loss of public adoration.

Hyojin begged him to meet, to explain everything. A desperate hope bloomed in Y/n's chest. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out. He arranged a secret meeting, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and fear. But Hyojin never showed. Hours bled into a sleepless night, his phone vibrating once with a chillingly blank message. Fear, cold and sharp, gnawed at his insides.

The answer arrived a few days later, delivered by a courier with a chilling smile. A single, blood-stained photograph – Hyojin, once radiant, now pale and lifeless, her eyes wide with terror. Beneath it, a single, elegant "K."

Karina, ever the master manipulator, ensured the news never reached Y/n. She spun a narrative of Hyojin's sudden "disappearance," her voice laced with manufactured concern. He saw no cracks in her facade, no flicker of guilt in her eyes. She even visited Hyojin's "memorial," a bouquet of lilies in hand, tears welling in her eyes – a performance so convincing it would fool even the most discerning observer.

Meanwhile, deep within a hidden basement, Karina reveled in the darkness. Hyojin, once a competitor, now lay broken and lifeless on a cold concrete floor. Karina chuckled, a chilling sound that echoed off the damp walls. "So weak," she purred, running a gloved finger across Hyojin's vacant eyes. "To throw away love so easily for fleeting fame."

Karina leaned down, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Look, Hyojin," she whispered, pulling out her phone and displaying a picture of her and Y/n laughing together at a fancy restaurant. "See how happy we are? Don't you regret being so quick to discard him?"

Hyojin's lifeless eyes stared blankly back, a chilling testament to the consequences of betrayal and the horrifying depths of Karina's obsessive love. With a final, cold laugh, Karina raised a silenced pistol and ended Hyojin's silent torment with a single, brutal shot. Her act of "mercy" would remain her secret, a chilling reminder to anyone who dared to stand in the way of her twisted possession of Y/n.

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[sorryitsvex]

ODD NUMBER//

Chapter 3: Delulu

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[ningvory]

payment methods — ning yizhuo

CW: noncon, landlord gp!ning, reader has a boyfriend but ning doesn’t care, darcyphilia, power imbalance, creampie, cumming inside, squirting, ning has a thing for pretty girls, crybaby reader, ning’s lowk a perv and she REALLY hates readers bf, lowk yandere vibes from ning, tummy buldge, breeding kink, nipple play

word count: 839 words

anon ask? yes!

this is very noncon so pleaseeeee read with caution!!

ningning knows this is wrong, she’s a business woman and she should really evict you and your bitchass boyfriend from your apartment. it’s been multiple time that your rent payment had been late.

even her friend, karina warns her that her weakness for pretty girls would soon get her in serious trouble. but she honestly can’t help herself! the way you plead to her with tears threatening to fall, telling her to give you a few more days and that you promise you’ll pay the rent, while wearing shorts that are far too short. she can’t help but think about ways to corrupt you.

so, here she is infront of your apartment door once more, waiting for you to open the door.

once you open it, your eyes almsot automatically begin tearing up and mouth opening to speak but she beats you to it, “y’know, there’s other ways you can pay me,” she says. eyes dark and slowly walking closer to you.

you don’t understand what she means by that so you just look at her shockingly, “really? i-ill do anything i swear!” you babble out. you’re so naive it has her chuckling.

too innocent that you let her lock your door and she’s immediately pouncing on you, pushing you to the wall and pinning you there while grinding her already hardened cock into your ass.

“w-wait—i didn’t mean this!” you sob, desperately trying to free yourself from her grip but that does nothing but push your ass into her even more.

“i’m being nice and offering you another option, take it.” she mutters, making whimpers fall from your mouth.

your lips began to quiver and you let your tears ruin your face when you felt her hands slide up under your oversized shirt to grope your tits.

“no bra? tch, you’re basically asking for someone to fuck you, pretty.” she mutters, before diving in the crook of your neck to suck your neck.

she began to suck on your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent before moaning. she ran her hand under your shirt to grope at your tits. squeezing them before pinching your nipples, making you whimper at the stinging pain.

“n-ning—it—hurts,” you whine out between sniffles wanting her to stop tormenting your tits.

“oh don’t cry, baby, it’ll be over quicker if you cooperate.” she slides her hand down to remove your shorts and panties and unbuttoning her pants before removing her boxers, revealing her hardened cock leaking with precum.

you let out a unintended gasp when she pulls your hips back to meet her cock, pushing into your tight cunt with a whimper from the tightness.

“w-wait—stop! d-don’t wan’ it.” you cry and try to run away from the feeling of her cock bullying her way inside you.

but oh, ning doesn’t care what you want, she’s gripping onto your waist to hold you in place before pounding deliberately into you.

“you d-dont wan’ it? so whys your cunt squeezing me so well then?” her words are a bit slurred and she’s struggling to keep her pace.

“n-no! i’m-i’m serious! a-and what—if—what if he comes back?” you ask her, referring to your boyfriend. you try and put up a fight that you know you’ll loose, you’re trying to twist and squirm your way free but to no avail, causing her to growl in your ear, “fuck—him, he doesn’t—fuck!—deserve you anyways. you’re fucking mine. g’na mark you up so everyone can see who you—fucking belong to,” her mind is hazy and she’s struggling to make a full coherent sentence. nothing but the thought of breeding you in her mind.

she’s fucking into you wildly, chanting, ‘you’re mine, g’na fill you up’ repeatedly making you moan and drool all over yourself at the feeling of her big dick pumping into you.

her saying how she’s gonna fill you up with her cum as your cunt squirting all over her and the floor. but she continues to fuck you through it.

“please don’t come inside,” you protest, but your cunt is saying the opposite, your dripping cunny is suffocating her cock, making her whine and pump into you quicker and sloppier. she moans one last time before pushing her cock all the way in and holding your hips in place. thick ropes of her warm cum start spilling into your cunt.

the overstimulation and her cum painting your insides white causes your body to shake. you think it’s over when she pulls out a little but she starts her abuse on your cum filled cunny once more. you choke back a moan, “n-no—” you cry from the sensation, her cum began to leak out a little from her pumping herself once more into your cunt.

“sorry pretty.” she coo’s before pressing down on your tummy bulge, “gotta make sure nothing goes to waste,” she adds on. you’re too far gone to even realize what she’s saying so you dumbly nod at her words, letting her use your weak body as she pleases.

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[i-turned-into-the-stone]

Pickles!

GREETINGS!

WELCOME TO OUR COLLECTION OF PICKLES, OR AS WE LIKE TO CALL IT, "CASUAL SMUT."

WE'VE GOT A BUNCH OF THESE THAT HAVE BEEN MARINATING FOR QUITE SOME TIME.

EACH WEEK, WE'RE GONNA GRAB ONE OF THESE PICKLES, NO PARTICULAR ORDER, AND SERVE IT UP.

JUST A HEADS UP, IF I GET A COMMISSION, I WILL HIT THE PAUSE BUTTON ON CASUAL SMUT PRODUCTION FOR THE WEEK.

PLEASE REFER TO THE PICKLE JAR STATUS TO CHECK. THANK YOU.

Pickle Jar Status:

[ONLINE] - Casual Smut ongoing

[OFFLINE] - Commission Smut ongoing

[AFK] - Resting

Request is closed at the moment but questions and other stuff are welcomed.

Schedule:

❎ = Pending

✅ = Completed

🔛 = Ongoing

🔛 1. Karina ft. Winter

Plot: Bratty younger sister Karina that always threatens her brother to do her chores probably works better for the plot but we all know bitchy Karina Noona getting taught a lesson is way hotter.

❎ 2. Baek Jiheon

Plot: Hi, can you please write a mind-break non-con for Baek Jiheon, that adorable little kitten needs to experience some dick in her tight little pussy.

❎ 3. Rei

Plot: IVE Rei tricked into something else due to "language barriers".

❎ 4. Ahn Yujin

Plot: Secretary Yujin of a middle-aged Chaebol has more physical work than desk work contrary to what people think. On an average day, she starts the day warming her master's cock wrapping it with her warm holes. If there is a higher-up meeting, she serves gangbang while they talk about important business. Getting tossed from one man's lap to another one or two is her main job basically. Her boss even fuck her wherever in the office building he wants. The day ended with her all holes stuffed with cum and a wicked smile on her face getting exactly what this slut loves.

❎ 5. Shuhua

A/N plot: Please write a smut based on Shuhua's recent Instagram post where she uploaded a pic of her huge ass from behind. Please write a non-con as degrading as possible. Badass girl deserves hardcore punishment.

❎ 6. SuA

Plot: Bend over, tie down to a table, and force to take a train of men, each one’s penis bigger than the previous. Abused, pissed on, beaten, broken, and getting so far that something snaps in her mind, making her use the guys who broke her until they can't do it anymore and she gets mad for this, getting hysterical and screaming at them to give her more.

❎ 7. Swan

Plot: I see you're a non-con enthusiast, can you make me a Purple Kiss Swan smut? The twist is it's Swan who's doing the non-conning, and the reader can't help but accept the fact she's totally dominating you for being subtle about her feelings. (I don't say I request a non-con Yandere Swan but yeah)

❎ 8. Lily

Plot: Here's another idea for you if you're interested. Your daughter Haewon is behaving rudely to you and even misses Father's Day to go out partying, but her best friend Lily sees this and feels bad, and decides to make it up to you in bed, seducing you and even making you film it and send it to haewon.

❎ 9. Yoon

Plot: How about STAYC Yoon being accidentally mistaken as a prostitute by a sexpat?

❎ 10. Yeji/Yuna

Plot: For the cervix penetration I think if you choose Yeji maybe after deep penetration the cervix starts dilating, Yuna why not push it through 🫣

❎ 11. Bada Lee/Ryujin

A/N plot: Huge fan of your work! could you do a bada Lee or a Ryujin smut? (I know Bada Lee but not that interested in her so I might do Ryujin. I will see how it goes.)

❎ 12. Tzuyu

Plot: Volleyball player Tzuyu who gets injured during a game and the trainer! the reader who takes advantage of her while she can't get away.

❎ 13. Hikaru

A/N plot: What if for Hikaru, you still stand and carry, but you pass her around to other men?

❎ 14. Wonyoung

Plot: Wonyoung gets humbled by obsessed fans for acting cocky. So they put her in her slutty place by thoroughly fucking her every hole mindlessly throughout the night. And they didn't forget to stream it live either.

❎ 15. AleXa

A/N plot: Gets fucked and ruined by cocks larger than her arms.

❎ 16. Giselle

Plot: Gym rat Giselle getting mercilessly punished by real bodybuilders at the gym for teasing them with her thick ass and thighs. So they raped her using the gym equipment, to use her in deeper reaching positions. They pounded her ass until her tight hole loosened wide and she couldn't keep her shit anymore pooping uncontrollably in front of everyone. You can also add Somi in the story like she is the one who conspired against her out of her jealousy for thickness but the men fucked the shit out of both of them anyway.

❎ 17. J

Plot: StayC J getting fucked silly while drunk at a frat party in her freshman year of college. Going to a party to try and meet people but ended up drinking way too much and passed out in a random bedroom. The reader finds her passed out and decides to take advantage of her tight body.

❎ 18. Taeyeon

A/N Plot: Write on MILF Taeyeon, please. And preferably noncon.

❎ 19. Sakura

A/N plot: PLEASE DO A MIYAWAKI SAKURA FIC 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

❎ 20. Miyeon

A/N plot: Miyeon, please make non-con of Miyeon. Her big boobs are such a tease recently.

❎ 21. Ahn Yujin

Plot: You are "fixing" her transmitter pack for the in-ear monitor. She is still within visual range of the VIP crowd for the sound check but what you're doing is conveniently hidden from her shadows. That's when you unzip and non-con her from behind.

❎ 22. Karina

Plot: Karina offers herself to sponsors to save her team members from the ordeal. But then she got brutally gangbanged at a private party, all her holes abused to the point that she started to question the life choices that made her into an idol, aka rich people's expensive fuck doll. Her only solace is she saved her sisters, but how long that is the question.

This blog will be occasionally updated!

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[friedbaekhyunandeggso]

found you - ch. 4

pairing: gojo satoru x female oc (ara natsuna)

tropes: psycho! rival! athlete! yandere! gojo x introvert! booksmart! sheltered! rbf! oc

warnings: 18+ only babes, stalking/possessive themes, profanity, coercion, chokehold, pet names (kitten), gaslighting, manipulation, manhandling, parental abuse (verbal & physical), physical assault (jus a wee bit gruesome), mentions of blood, size kink, begging, hyperventilation/panic attack, lots of toxic 'couple' arguing, sexual assault, psychotic break, downplaying trauma (kinda)

word count/plot: [8.6k] ara catches gojo's attention when news breaks that she is the top academically ranked student in their grade. he is ranked second. he tries to befriend her but she ignores him. despite her obvious disinterest, his obsession begins...

a/n: hiii a lot of you have prolly been looking forward to this happening so it here it is (this'll make sense after u read it) but basically shii goes down (when does it not). Anyway there were multiple times where I personally wanted to throw a boulder at Gojo bc he pisses me off LMAO and yet I still write him the way I do (smh). Anyway ik this chapter is short compared to the others so don't b upset :,) hopefully the next chapter (whenever I finish writing it) is longer. enjoyy..

ch. 1 , ch. 2 [ part 1 | part 2 ] , ch. 3 , chapter 4 , ch. 5

Everyone knew they were together now. It didn’t even take a day for news to hit the school like wildfire. She hated it—every fucking second of it because people looked at her so much more now. Not only boys but girls.

She hated the way girls looked at her. As if she were so fucking lucky whenever Gojo walked beside her in the halls. Then there were the other girls-like half of the cheerleading squad-who eyed her like she was a dead rat walking.

She supposed she couldn’t blame them-they we’re all Karina’s lackeys in a sense. And Karina was delusionally infatuated with Gojo in every sense of the word-and, unfortunately for her, everyone knew it.

Everyone also knew that Karina was a bitch. Ara had expected some sort of reaction from her but-to her surprise (and great relief)-the other girl didn’t even look at her. Even when her girlfriends were around and would purposely give her the stankest looks known to mankind whenever she passed-Karina never spared her glance.

And Ara wanted to know why.

Ara didn’t know much about her and Gojo’s relationship, other than it had been more of a friends with benefits thing. But from what Millie told her eons ago-she faintly remembered it being an on and off thing that lasted a while.

She technically could ask Millie for more details, but she knew it would get back to Gojo and the last thing she wanted was him knowing that she was snooping around in his past. It would bother her for two reasons. One, it was sure to bring him an uncanny amount of joy that she was even curious and secondly, she wasn’t doing it because she was ‘jealous’ or whatever he would think.

She was doing it to see how he treated her. Shoko had said that Gojo didn’t date before her but she had no idea how he’d treated girls in the past-if it was anything like how he treated her then maybe.. maybe they could help each other. 

She knew it was a big reach—a risk even. It meant disregarding the rumors of Karina being obsessed with him, but Ara took rumors with a grain of salt anyway. Besides, if there was anything she knew about Gojo, she knew he could manipulate anything. He could manipulate a rock if he wanted to.

Ara just needed the chance to speak to her alone-to encourage some honesty-and the perfect opportunity presented itself just now.

She closed her gym locker and swung her bag over her shoulder. She turned around-intending to head out the locker room only to freeze when she heard another locker door shut close not too far away.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw it was Karina-none of her other friends with her. Ara slowly scanned the rest of the locker room, it seemed they were the last ones here.

Ara slowly approached her, gripping the strap of her tote bag nervously.

She cleared her throat, “Hi.”

Karina glanced towards her, immediately double-taking when she saw her.

Karina was undoubtedly pretty-it was obvious in every aspect of her. Her posture, her voice, her style. They all wore uniforms but bags were all up to the student's discretion-and she always had the latest designer purse on her shoulder and a fresh face of makeup on every morning.

The girl had recently dyed her hair dark. Ara could only speculate why because her loosely waved, light blonde hair was rather iconic but-after an up-close view, Ara decided she liked the black hair better.

Karina’s brown eyes widened, “H-hi.”

Ara immediately felt a bit better-at not having gotten completely ignored-but quickly gathered herself, “Ah, um-I know this is a bit out of the blue but I.. could you tell me how Gojo was like when he was with you?”

She saw something flash through her eyes, “Did he talk about me?”

“No.”

Katrina blinked, “Did he cheat?”

Ara’s brows furrowed, “No..”

Karina stared at her for a long moment, “You're just asking.. just to ask?”

Ara shifted slightly-trying to get a read on the girl but her poker face was pretty good, “I just-I wanted to know if he..” she had no idea how to phrase herself discreetly, “-he treated you well.”

“Treated me well?” Karina repeated.

Ara suddenly regretted speaking to her. The girl was good at deflecting her questions. She couldn’t pinpoint if she was deferring her questions because she wanted her to bring up his psychotic behavior first or if it was because he hadn’t done anything to her.

She decided her next question would clarify-

“If he let you date him, would you still date him?” 

Karina flushed, her mouth partially opening and closing multiple times-as if unsure how to answer.

Suddenly the locker room door swung open and both girls glanced over. It was her friends-and they looked just as astonished to see them interacting.

The other girls quickly crowded them, indiscreetly trying to communicate with Karina with their eyes.

Karina fumbled with her words, “Um-how about we talk about this at my spot tonight? Just come to my party.”

She saw one of her cheer friends turn to look at Karina in shock.

Ara hesitated, “Um..”

Karina snapped her fingers, “Your friends with Millie right? She’s invited, just come with her. See you!”

She watched as Karina waved her fingers, dismissing her. Ara paused, before deciding to play into whatever front she was putting up-if it even was a front.

Ara slowly stepped back, “Sure..”

She readjusted her bag over shoulder before heading out the locker room—feeling all the girls' eyes on her back like lasers.

Ara walked out of her last class of the day. The second she stepped out the door, she flinched when she saw Gojo waiting outside with his arms crossed.

She continued walking and he easily stepped into stride with her.

“Araa,” his tone whiny, “You should at least greet me with a kiss or hug.”

“You had both this morning.”

He smirked, “True,”

He threw his arm around her shoulders, drawing her close to nuzzle his face into her cheek, “But that was this morning.”

He kissed her cheek, “You got anythin’ to tell me?”

She tensed slightly, “Like?”

She felt him grin against her cheek, “Like you talked to Karina, and she invited you to her party.”

Fuckin’ hell—she couldn’t keep her mouth shut for one second?

“Why’d you talk to her?” She could hear the undercurrent of amusement in his tone.

“Is there something wrong with me talking to her?” she quickly deflected.

He shrugged, “Not really. You jus forgot to tell her your not goin’-she’s tellin’ everyone you're comin’ to her party.”

“I’m not?”

She felt him glance down at her, “Of course you're not.”

She didn’t dare meet his eyes, “I kinda wanted to go with Millie.”

He dropped his arm from around her shoulder, ‘tsk’-ing her, “That’s not how it works, sweets.”

She finally glanced up at him. They stood outside the school’s main entrance, which was a little ways away from where the buses were parked.

“We go to parties together or no one goes.” He tilted his head, “I have practice late tonight, remember?”

She hadn’t forgotten. She hadn’t forgotten about his little rule regarding parties either-not after he stated it in front of all his friends at Shoko’s party that one night. She never planned to drink again after that.

He ruffled her hair, “I’ll make it up to you this weekend.”

She swallowed—trying to keep her voice as innocent as possible, “I really can’t go with my friend?”

His blue eyes widened imperceptibly. She couldn’t tell if he was shocked by her pushback or by her even expressing a morsel of interest in a party-she hoped it was the latter.

He scanned her face expressionlessly, “That’s correct.” There was no humor in his tone.

She hated the feeling that settled in her gut. It was the same thing she felt whenever she asked her father for things and he’d say no. Except it wouldn’t always ever just be a ‘no’-it would be worse, depending on his mood.

It didn’t matter how simple or burden free the request was. If it wasn’t related to school, he didn’t want to hear it. So she stopped asking. She barely asked him for things-unless it was necessity or school related.

And this, this was no different. She was asking for permission and something about that left an incredibly bitter taste in her mouth.

So much so, she couldn’t keep the lighthearted tone she intended, “It’s just a party.” she bit out.

His crystalline eyes sharpened imperceptibly, “I’m aware.” his tone was oddly light, before taking a step towards her.

She immediately stepped back-her growing fear twisting into anger as she spit, “Can’t you trust Millie to stalk me in your place?”

He took another step towards her, this time his tone crisp, “You’re not going.”

Her response died on her tongue when she saw the buses beginning to depart behind him. Just as she opened her mouth to tell him she had to go, his hand clasped around her throat-forcing her eyes to him.

“Did you hear me?” his tone completely deadpan. He tilted his head, “You’re not going.”

She gasped, staring between his bright eyes before grasping his wrist at her throat, “I-I have to go, the buses are-“

His fingers twitched around her throat-he leaned closer to her, “You’re not going.”

He stared intently into her wide eyes, “Do you understand?”

She swallowed before nodding.

He slowly looked her up and down, “I want to hear you say it.”

Her voice came out shaky, “I-I won’t go…Toru.”

He loved that stupid nickname ever since she said it when she was drunk. She hoped it’d make him let her go, she truly couldn’t miss the bus. 

He was quiet for what felt like a long moment before a slight chuckle escaped him.

He released her neck, “I’ll see you at home, kitten.”

She touched her neck the second he let go. Merely nodding in response before running towards her bus.

She stared at the clothes she laid out on her bed. It was a simple brown zip up hoodie and boyfriend jeans. It wasn’t your typical party attire but she could care less about that. She was only going for information, not for a good time.

She already told Millie that she wasn’t going only so Gojo didn’t find out—since she apparently reported everything little thing to him for no fucking reason. But it didn’t matter, because Millie already sent her Karina’s address earlier.

She’d call a taxi service, that way she could use her spare cash. She couldn’t call an uber because her Dad would see it on her bank statement. God knows how he would react to that.

She glanced at the digital clock on her desk. 8:39 pm.

Gojo didn’t get back from basketball practice till 10 pm. An hour was all she needed. Just in and out of Karina’s place.

Her Dad already thought she was asleep. She’d also stuffed extra clothes underneath her blanket in a human-ish shape to make it look as if she were sleeping there in case he checked.

Everything should be fine. Her hands unclenched and clenched into a fist repeatedly. Everything’s fine.

She couldn’t help but feel nervy. The last time she snuck out by herself was in middle school and her Dad had given her a black eye.

She prayed this was worth it. She couldn’t help but question it-Karina didn’t look like Gojo did anything to her, but how does anyone look like they’ve been assaulted?

She herself had never seen Gojo and Karina talk before so she could only hope that the rumors surrounding Karina being infatuated with him were false. Possibly fabricated by Gojo to keep himself in the clear. Maybe he had something on her to blackmail her with in case she tried to snitch.

She raked a hand through her hair, unease swirling in her gut. She needed to calm down. If her thoughts didn’t slow down she was bound to hyperventilate.

She exhaled shakily. Just wash your face, change and call the driving service.

She opened her eyes and went to the attached bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face and immediately felt better. She patted her face with a towel while walking back into her room.

The towel immediately slipped from her fingers onto the floor.

Gojo stood in her room, his back to her. His hand hovered over her clothes on the bed before shoving them all to the floor. She flinched.

He turned around-revealing the front of his built stature in the black compression t-shirt he wore. His platinum hair was stringy-damp, as if he’d just showered.

The second his diamond blue eyes met hers, fear charged every atom in the air. She stopped breathing.

“Why’d you take these clothes out, Ara?”

She stared at his expressionless face, unable to come up with a single word. The silence felt so loud.

Suddenly, he was laughing-his laugh was nowhere near kind. The room felt colder. She wished he would stop.

He rubbed his chin, “I couldn’t stop thinking of it, y’know. The face you made when I said you couldn’t go-“

He chuckled once more, “I kept thinking about it all practice, but she wouldn’t lie to me—you’d never lie to me, right Ara?”

She was speechless.

He shook his head, smiling sardonically to himself, “I thought I was goin’ crazy. I told Coach I had to leave for a family emergency—family emergency.”

He was full-on laughing now, maniacally.

She covered her mouth with her hand, “Stop, Gojo, stop-“

“I should stop?” he snapped, completely deadpan, “You fuckin’ lied to me.”

He took a step towards her and her hand immediately flew up between them.

“Don’t come near me.” she instinctively demanded.

His eyes lit up, “What’re you gonna do, stop me?”

Her heart rate went up when he took another step towards her. She immediately scurried back.

“It’s just a party.”

“I don’t care.” He didn’t stop moving towards her.

Her fear-stricken mind came up with something-to gaslight him, “Why are you being like this? Is it because of Karina?”

That made him stop-confusion flickering within his eyes.

She immediately continued, “You still care about her don’t you? That’s why you don’t want us to meet.” She slowly moved around the room, keeping her back to the wall as she subtly headed towards her nightstand.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about Karina.” he spit out.

The first drawer of her nightstand had a flashlight, maybe she could use it to hit him.

“Y-you’re lying.”

Suddenly she froze, realizing she was cornered. She couldn’t make it to her nightstand without crossing him.

No. no. no.

He stepped towards her, only an arms length away.

He tilted his head, “I’m not a liar. You are. You lied to me.”

She froze, holding eye contact with him for a moment before darting past him to her bed. She scurried atop it, her fingers clasping around the nightstand drawer handle only for her leg to suddenly get dragged.

She was dragged further onto the bed and flipped over. Just as a scream ripped from her throat, a firm hand cupped her mouth. He was over her, an untamed glint to his azure eyes.

Tears slipped down her cheeks, “You’re crazy. You’re fucking crazy.” she cried quietly into his hand.

His hand over her mouth tightened. His eyes blazing, “I am. For you-I am.”

He pressed his forehead against her temple, forcing her face aside into the bed. His voice ragged, “You make me like this.”

Suddenly the doorknob rattled and he disappeared from atop her.

Her eyes widened as she shot up on the bed. The door swung open a second after Gojo stood behind it-the door keeping him hidden.

Her father stood in the doorway. She didn’t have to look at him too long to know he was mad.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

Her hands trembled as she fisted the bedsheets. Her voice wavered, “Baba?”

He walked further into the room, holding up a partly crumpled piece of paper-due to how tightly he was holding it.

“Why the hell did I get an email with this picture?”

He threw the paper at her-making her flinch. She picked up the paper from the bed with shaky hands. The paper was a printout of an email. The email account it was sent from looked like a spam one-with more numbers than letters-but it showcased a big picture of an assignment she got an ‘89’ on.

It was the lowest score she’d ever received in her life and it happened on an assignment she did last week. She thought she had gotten away with it-

“EIGHTY NINE?!!!” her father yelled.

She flinched, immediately crying, “I’m sorry, Baba. I’m sorry. It won’t happen aga-“

“Again? Why would it happen again?!” his voice suddenly rose, “I DIDN'T RAISE YOU TO BE A DUMB LIL BITCH LIKE YOUR MOTHER!!!!”

Suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and pulled his hand back to slap her. She felt the heat of his palm a hair’s breadth away from her cheek.

She squeezed her eyes shut, readying herself for impact only for her father’s hand in her hair to disappear. A loud crash ensued.

She gasped, eyes flashing open to see her Father on the floor. His eyes wide in shock as Gojo stepped over him.

Before her Father could even speak, Gojo sat over him and his hands didn’t stop. Blood splattered across the floor.

“GOJO!!” she screamed, as deafening sounds of brutality ensued. She stumbled up to her feet-her body felt like it was made of jelly with how unbalanced she was.

His hands moved so fast she couldn’t even see them, they were simply a blur of red over her Father’s face. The gruesome sound of bone cracking echoed within the room.

She couldn’t hear her own voice as she screamed, “GOJO, STOP!!!!! STOP-STOP!!!!!!!”

He didn’t stop.

She jumped onto his back-sobbing. Her arms slid around his shoulders, trying to hold him back but he was so strong. Her frail arms did nothing. Instead her small body shook with each lethal blow he unleashed on her Father's beaten body.

“SATORU!! STOP! STOPPPP, GOJO-STOP!” she cried in his ear, gripping his shoulders tight as she screamed- “IF YOU LOVE ME, YOU’LL STOP!!!”

Suddenly, his body went still—eerily still. She felt the muscles in his body tense in her hold. All the forcefulness running rampant within him coming to a complete halt.

She felt him lean into her slightly, his breaths shallow as he looked down. He looked down at her shaky arms around him. He reached up slightly to touch her-his fingers barely skimming her forearm when she wrenched herself away.

His hand was wet.

She stared at her forearm in horror. There was a streak of blood. Her Father’s blood.

She shoved Gojo, too panicked to care. “Get off him! Get off-“

He complied, standing up smoothly with his hands cradled to his chest. They were covered in blood.

She gaped the second she saw her Father. His face was covered with shiny, deep-red blood, the white of his half-open eyes the only other color. His forehead and cheeks swollen with welts. His nose was indistinguishable-a complete bloodied mush that continuously poured more and more red. His jaw hung open at an awkward angle.

She screamed, scrambling off her Father’s body while covering her mouth.

“WHAT DID YOU DO-Wh-what did you.. do..” she broke down-sobbing-before crawling to her Father’s side.

She didn’t care about the blood getting all over her as she hyperventilated. She pushed wildly at her Father’s limp chest—“BABA!! Baba-“ she sobbed, “Baba, wake up. WAKE UP!!”

“He’s not dead.”

She froze. Gojo’s eerily calm voice was the equivalent of dumping a bucket of ice-water over her.

She immediately stood up, facing him. Her gaze didn’t waver as she slowly walked up to him. He was emotionless, his bright blue eyes never leaving her.

She shoved him, he didn’t budge.

“Why did you do that.” she asked, completely deadpan.

He didn’t answer.

She shoved his chest again, “WHY DID YOU DO THAT!”

This time she didn’t stop-her small fists hitting his chest erratically while he stood completely still. Her hits had no coordination, no impact on him. She sobbed through gritted teeth.

“Enough.”

He grabbed her elbows, his fingers digging deep enough to hurt. She flinched, only to yelp and fall to her knees when she saw his hands.

They were drenched in blood-upto his elbows. They dripped at his sides as she hunched over before him, breathing unevenly.

“I’ll handle this.” his voice was faint to her ears.

He dialed a number.

Ara stared outside the wide glass windows. She could see so much of Los Angeles from here. The world looked so big. People looked like tiny dots moving below.

Her gaze flickered to the window's reflection, noticing the nurse leave.

She turned around and faced the vast executive suite. She didn’t even know hospitals had luxe suites. This room was on one of the top floors of the building as well—which made the window-side view all the more daunting.

She walked over to her father’s bedside. His face was covered in bandages as he lay eerily still. He would survive, that was all that mattered-and he’d never have to worry about a single thing.

Gojo made sure of that.

The alibi was that a robber came through her bedroom window and she’d yelled for her Father-who immediately went to her room to deal with the intruder but got beat instead. And Gojo happened to be the young billionaire scion driving by who’d overheard her screams and ran in to help. The robber-conveniently-being gone by the time he got there.

And-of course-Gojo being the kind soul he was, immediately got her father transferred to the most renowned hospital in California. She was pretty sure Kim Kardashian gave birth to one of her children here.

The alibi was well fleshed out but she couldn’t help but question if her father would remember something. Gojo-kindly-reminded her that even if he did remember, it wouldn't make a difference because by the time he woke up the case would be closed. Two uninjured witness statements would be considered more viable than his injury muddled recollection of the incident anyway, if he were to report it—according to Gojo.

She hadn’t even been concerned about her Dad reporting any discrepancy in his memory anyway, but the fact that Gojo brought that up first only made her more aware of how well versed Gojo was in law enforcement proceedings. She didn’t even want to know how or why—All she knew was that his efficiency with this matter revealed how he wasn’t a novice to these kinds of things.

She didn’t want to think about what else he’d gotten swept under the rug.

She stared at her Dad’s limp hand—merely grateful he was alive. The doctors had realigned his jaw and saved as much of his nose as they could. The welts and bruising along his face would go away with time.

There was a chance her Dad’s mobility could get affected by the brain injury that had incurred. The surgery had gone well so the chance of permanent damage was low but if he hadn't gotten the high quality care at the speed he had, his chances would've been very different.

Her Mom still hadn’t answered any of her calls. She supposed that was expected.

She reached out, her fingers shaky as she contemplated holding her father’s hand for a moment.

But image after image of those same hands hurting her flitted through her mind. The impact that single part of his body had on her mental health, confidence and life… It made her want to cry.

She withdrew her hand, blinking rigorously before walking out into the hallway that led into a wide ceiling, hotel-like common room. It was so silent-the only sound being the hum of her father’s patient monitor. Gojo had booked out the entire floor.

She walked towards a set of double doors and pushed them open. Gojo sat in the modernly furnished room, hunched against the couch as he faced the TV-despite it being off. He had enough decency to let her be alone with her Father it seemed.

His blue eyes flickered towards her when she entered. He leaned forward in his seat-posture still slumped as he raked a hand through his platinum hair. They’d been at the hospital all night and this was the first she’d spoken to him since her Father’s operation a few hours ago.

She didn’t even know what to think when she looked at him.

He looked up at her, something in his turquoise eyes seemed to waver, “I’m sorry.”

She froze in her stance, “..What?”

He spoke a bit fast, “I-I didn’t know, okay? I didn’t know your Dad was like that-Millie told me he was strict about your grades so I jus thought he’d ground you or some shit-”

She blinked, an undercurrent of agitation in her voice, “What are you talking about?”

“—You never told me. If you told me he was like that..“ he drifted off before shaking his head subtly.

Her brows furrowed, “You would’ve what? What, huh?”

He was silent, his countenance somewhat conflicted.

“Killed him?” she mocked.

His bright eyes met her in an instant, “If you let me, yes.”

She stared at him-completely stupefied. He hadn’t hesitated for a second.

She scowled, “How can you even say that? That’s my father-my father!”

He stood up-a crazed quality to his eyes as he spoke, “You didn’t see your face, Ara. You looked so..“ his eyes drifted off elsewhere, as if envisioning it, “..so scared. And he was jus being so fuckin’ rude to you-I couldn’t jus—I had to—“

She stared at him in complete disbelief-unable to keep the anger from her tone, “You didn’t have to do anything!”

He stepped towards her, “I did it for you. I told you-all of your problems are mine.”

Tears swam in her eyes, “No they aren’t, Gojo! They aren’t.”

“They are,” he insisted.

She stepped back-voice shaky, “I would never want you to kill my father.”

“You’ve thought about it though, haven’t you? Even in passing-you’ve had to, at least once-“

“No,” she whispered.

“How much easier life would be if he was just dead.”

“NO!” her shaky hands were fists at her sides.

He laughed dryly, plopping back down onto the couch, “It’s okay, Ara. It’s okay to think those things...”

He lay his head back on the couch's headrest, “I already told you, there’s no line I won’t cross. Jus say the word and he won’t be an issue again.”

Her eyes widened in horror.

He lifted his head to peek at her before sighing, ”Oh, c’mon. Don’t look at me like that. You want him gone. Admit it.”

“I don’t.” she gritted out.

“I know you.”

“You don’t know shit.”

Suddenly he was out of his seat, walking towards her. He was so fast she barely had time to move backwards. Her back hit the wall and she gasped–fear rendering her frozen when she realized she was cornered.

His hand slipped around her throat as he spoke-his voice barely above a whisper, “I do know you, Ara. I’m the only one who knows you.”

She felt tears touch her eyes. Her throat tightened underneath his fingers, swallowing down the low sob that threatened to spill past her lips. 

His thumb caressed her racing pulse before slowly lowering his hand. His fingertips skimmed over her collarbones as he rested his palm atop her chest. His hand felt cold against her skin.

His voice was soft, “Why are you protecting him?”

She closed her eyes, inadvertently holding her breath. His palm pressed further into her chest–making her erratic heartbeat pump faster.

“And don’t say cuz he’s your Dad,” he spat, “He still hurt you.”

She flinched.

She felt his hair tickle her forehead. He was closer now. The air felt more weighted.

“Do you love him?” he asked, ever so quietly.

The question felt like a punch to her gut. Did she love him? She didn’t know. She never thought about it before. All she knew was one thing…

Her eyes fluttered open, finally looking at him. He was so close—too close.

“I-I don’t want him to die.” she choked out.

His sky-blue eyes slowly ran down her face, taking in her every feature. His eyes latched onto the tear that slipped out of the corner of her eye.

He cupped her face, “Relax, kitten. I’m not gonna kill him.”

She was trembling so bad, she didn’t know how to stop. He stroked the sides of her face lovingly.

“I know I almost did but I stopped, didn’t I? I stopped.”

She bit her lower lip, trying to contain the urge to cry. He drew her close, pulling her into a hug–trying to quell her trembling.

His hands ran through her hair comfortingly, “I still don’t regret hitting him.”

She was too caught up in her emotions to fully register his words.

He continued stroking her back, “Only thing I regret is sending the email.”

She froze.

He drew her closer against his chest, “I only meant to stall you. I figured you might try—“

She tried to shove herself out of his grasp, “YOU sent that email?!”

His grip around her didn’t budge, “Ara-"

She miraculously managed to slip out of his grasp. 

She shoved him back-simultaneously staggering backwards as she did so, “What the FUCK is wrong with you?”

His eyes never left hers, “I didn’t know your Dad-“

“You think that makes it any better?!” she shouted in disbelief-too angry to think. Her Dad would’ve been completely uninvolved and unharmed if he hadn’t sent that stupid email. “Why do you always have to take things so far?”

His brows furrowed-tone crisp, “Because you don’t listen to me.”

“So?” she spat, “So?”

At his silence, she continued-her voice gradually rising, “Am I not allowed to disagree with you? Am I not allowed to make my own decisions? Am I not a human being?!”

His eyes narrowed, but she couldn’t stop—all of her frustration was pouring out now.

“I’m tired. I’m sick and goddamn tired of people trying to tell me what I can and can’t do and I’m sick of getting hurt everytime. Everyone I know hurts me. Everyone!”

“I don’t hurt you.”

She stared at him before a soft, delirious, laugh slipped past her lips, “Are you kidding?”

He stared at her, expressionless.

“You don’t think you hurt me?” she questioned.

The corner of his mouth twitched, “Not in the way your Dad has.”

Her eyes widened, “No, but you do worse! Your always with me-you try to control me a-and y-you touch me-“

His blue eyes flashed with something indescribable, yet his tone remained calm, “You like it when I touch you.”

“No!” she yelled, “No, I don’t. I cry every time we fuck, Gojo-how is that normal?”

The corner of his lip tugged upward, “That’s cuz you're still not used to my size.”

She stared at him in shock-filled contempt, “You're insane.”

He waved his hand in the air, “Normal. Insane. You keep throwing these words around—who gives a shit?”

“I GIVE A SHIT,” she yelled, “I GIVE A SHIT BECAUSE ITS AFFECTING ME!”

Suddenly he was right in front of her-his hands grabbing her throat—forcing her to look up at him.

“Well-maybe-if you wanted something normal so damn bad you should’ve answered me the first time I talked to you. I would’ve given you flowers, dates—the whole charade. I can still do the same, but it’s not the same now—is it?”

She was too angry to be scared. She stared up at him with so much anger as she spit back, “I didn’t talk to you because I didn’t want to. Don’t you get it?!”

She grabbed his hands at her throat, “I never wanted you.”

She watched his intricate eyes widen and she swore she saw her life flash before her eyes. But instead his eyes softened—his white lashes fluttering open and close before the crease between his brow deepened.

His fingers around her throat tightened, “You need me.” he whispered, and something about his whisper scared her more than her Father’s yelling ever did.

She fought to keep her voice even, “W-we never should’ve started, Satoru.”

He was frozen, as if stricken. Something in his light blue eyes seemed to fade as his expression darkened, “I don’t believe that.”

She ignored the chill that went down her spine at his words. She grabbed his wrists, attempting to pry his hands off her.

“Believe it.” she spat-channeling all her anger to keep the blaring alarms of fear and crawling paranoia at bay. Her voice was tight with venom as she spoke, “We’re over.”

Suddenly his eyes sharpened-any conflict or barely restrained anger slipping off of his face in an instant. His gaze was so sharp-so magnetic-she felt like he was harming her despite not feeling a thing.

His fingers around her throat were loose and his posture was lax-he was merely standing over her, looking down to face her. Nothing was technically off, but she knew what she felt.

She knew what strength he had stored within every part of his tall frame. How each limb of his body didn’t lack the uncanny amount of solidity he had. She felt it every time she was with him, whenever she spoke a bit too honestly—whenever she dodged his touch—how easily the mood could shift because of her shortcomings. How easily the invisible lines could be crossed.

It was like a mouse in a trap—squealing wildly against its restraints, beady eyes staring helplessly at its captor.

Except her captor didn’t want to kill her.

He tilted his head, “We’re over?”

She was so still, she wasn't sure if she was even breathing. His eyes dropped to his hand at her throat. She wondered if he could feel her flighty pulse.

She fought to keep her voice even, “We’re over.”

Suddenly his lips were on her-kissing her so hard that any breath she’d been holding came rushing back at full speed. She gasped, unable to refuse his lips-his tongue-as he held her by the throat. His hold unrelenting.

Her hands pulled at his wrists to no avail—until his grip loosened. She shoved herself away from him, moving so fast that she fell to the floor—a couple feet away from him.

He watched her breathe shakily before him, on her knees—just the way he liked.

He took a step toward her, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. She didn’t bother looking up at him.

“You need me, Ara-you need me.”

She felt him go on one knee before her and quickly turned her face aside. She couldn’t look at him.

He gently moved her hair out of her face as she trembled.

“I’ll wait for you.” he murmured.

He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger before standing up. He left the room without looking back.

He didn’t come back to the hospital after that. It was radio silence. Not one text. Not one call. Not one single word.

She almost didn’t believe it. It felt too good to be true. It nearly felt like everything went back to the way it was before her rank was announced–except for his lingering stares.

She always felt it-that odd nagging sensation-before letting her eyes follow it. He would confirm her instincts everytime her eyes landed on his unnaturally blue ones. It didn’t matter if he was just passing by on the other side of the hall or if he was gazing past Geto’s locker to watch her walk into homeroom—she always knew when he was looking at her.

At first, it would leave her startled but gradually she chose not to think about it-as long as he stayed away from her, nothing mattered. Even if the whole school thought he mattered—

Everyone noticed it the first day. He didn’t enter the school with her or meet her in between classes to shower her with kisses or obnoxious hugs. By the time last period came around, half of the school had asked her if they had broken up. All she would respond with was, “Stay out of my business.”

She hated every second of dealing with that. Especially when all she could think about was her Dad. If she wasn’t at school, she was at the hospital. She took the bus back and forth until a meek, suit-clad boy near her age approached her and told her that he was assigned as her personal driver. She told him she had no idea what he was talking about. He went on to explain that his service was pre-paid for and handed her his business card. His name is Ijichi Kiyotaka.

There was an emblem on the back of the business card that she later googled—apparently it was the Gojo family symbol. She didn’t think those still existed.

At first she stubbornly took the bus until Ijichi ran up to her at the bus stop when it was raining. He begged her to use him since he was bored out of his mind-his only job was to be at her convenience, even if that meant following her by car in order to be more accessible to her. She was startled at first before deciding to humor his desperate confession due to the bad weather. She never intended to use it again until she realized the private car took less than half of the time the bus did.

She wondered why Gojo felt courteous enough to leave such a thing for her to use—maybe he felt bad or maybe he knew she’d need it since he wouldn’t be around to drive her everywhere. Or maybe this was his way of keeping tabs on her-not that he needed to since her phone glitched every time she tried to turn off ‘location sharing’ with him. Of course, the bastard tampered with her phone.

She wasn’t the least bit surprised. But what had left her shell shocked was when the nurse first took off her father’s bandages. His entire face looked different. His nose reconstructed, subtle dents along his now bald head—it seemed the doctors could only salvage so much.

He didn’t move for a few weeks. The nurse and her took turns propping him up and feeding him meals. It always made her uneasy whenever it was her turn to feed him. Her father had never looked this vulnerable in her life.

Around the third week, he started to talk again. At first it was one word responses, then a string of words and then-after a couple days-full sentences came back to him.

But he was different-different from before. He was.. lighter-as if some type of weight had been lifted. He didn’t remember anything about the incident, and wasn’t the least bit angry when she recounted the details of the ‘alibi’ to him.

He was even kind to the nurses. Offering them smiles when they told him it was a miracle that his speech and mobility were returning at the rate they were. She’d never seen him smile in her whole life.

After several weeks of physical therapy, her father was back on his feet. They went back home after two months at the hospital.

It felt so weird to be back home. She hadn’t been home since the incident. Her father still remained oddly nice. He was still somewhat bed bound due to not being clear to work yet.

She wasn’t used to seeing him home this often, but it wasn’t as much of a nightmare as she thought it would be. In fact, he seemed to look forward to greeting her whenever she came back from school. 

His newfound kindness was so absurd to her she couldn’t believe it. It felt like a front. She almost wondered if her dad had gotten swapped out—especially after he took her hand once and thanked her.

She couldn’t help but stare at him after he said that. The only thing she could say was ‘for what’ and his response was a quiet ‘everything’.

She cried so hard in her room that night.

Two nights later, the peace ended.

The sound of something shattering echoed throughout the house.

Ara awoke with a jolt, her eyes instinctively going to the window before flitting to her bedroom door. It had come from further down the hallway.

She stepped out of her room to see her Father’s office room door left ajar. She slowly walked up to his door before shakily grasping the doorknob.

“Baba?” she asked before opening the door completely.

Her father was on his knees beside his desk. A broken mirror at his feet. His fingers were bloody.

He stood up, his hands out in front of himself, “What did you do to me, Ara?”

She stared at her father, shell-shocked.

His voice was hoarse as he ran his hands over his face, “This isn’t my face. THIS ISN'T MY FACE!”

He began to grab things off his desk and throw them across the room. She ducked.

“THIS ISN'T MY FACE. THIS ISN'T MY FACE. THIS ISN'T MY FACE. THIS ISN'T MY FACE. THIS ISNT MY FUCKING FACE!”

She was crying while holding her arms over her head.

Suddenly her father’s voice came from above her. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look up.

“DO YOU SEE MY FACE? DO YOU SEE IT, ARA?”

She stared at him through tear stained eyes—trembling, “Y-yes.” she whispered.

“DOES IT LOOK LIKE YOUR BABA? HMM?”

She flinched. The slight scars along the sides of his face hadn’t completely healed and the indentations were there to stay. His nose was different but it was the best the doctors could do. He’d already seen his face unbandaged before so she couldn’t imagine why he was acting like this now.

He snarled, his grip around her hair tightening, “And don’t fuckin’ lie..”

She inhaled shakily. Anxiety made her throat tight. There was no right answer.

She lightly grabbed the wrist of his hand at her hair, “Baba, please, let go-“

Suddenly something flashed in eyes and he yanked her hair-making her yelp, “Who was that white haired boy? Hmm, WHO?”

Her eyes widened.

He yanked her hair once more, making her cry out, “I know he was in your room first. He was there before me.”

His grip on her hair was hurting her, “B-baba! Please-“

He shook her, “Did you send him to attack me? You hate me that much? HMM?”

She was kicked to the floor. She cried out when her shoulder collided into the hardwood.

“You HATE YOUR BABA THAT MUCH!” he bellowed.

She cried, curling into a ball as she knew-she knew-what was coming. It seemed her father hadn’t changed after all.

She closed her eyes the instant the kicking ensued.

He swung the door open and shoved her out. Her legs were too weak to stay upright as she stumbled, before falling to her knees on the porch. She sobbed.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE!”

He kicked her, forcing her off the porch. She caught herself a second before her head connected with the asphalt.

She weakly stood up, “Baba, please-don’t do this-“

He bounded in her direction and she immediately scrambled backwards.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT! I DON’T WANNA SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN!” He yelled while pointing at her.

She watched him retreat to the house and slam the door through tear stained eyes. The windy night air only made her eyes more watery.

She crumpled to her knees, crying into her hands. Why? Why? Why?

She was so tired. So tired.

Of course his kindness only lasted so long.

She grabbed the duffel bag from underneath her bed. She limped to her closet before stuffing as many clothes as she could within.

She winced when she heard things getting thrown downstairs. It seems he was still in the midst of his episode. Her heart thumped wildly in her ears-the only thought going through her head was to move fast.

She quickly went to her bathroom, grabbing a few necessities before her hand accidentally knocked into her toothbrush stand. It hit the floor with a loud crash.

She gasped. Oh no.

Suddenly all the ruckus going on downstairs went completely quiet. Shit.

She was frozen in shock until she heard the sound of someone bounding up the steps. Adrenaline shot through her veins as she tossed her half full duffel bag over her shoulder and ran towards the window-ignoring all the pain within her body as she scrambled out the way she came.

Just as she slipped out she heard her father burst into her room, yelling insults of every kind.

“YOU STUPID BITCH! YA THOUGHT YOU COULD COME BACK, HUH? HOW FUCKIN’ DARE YOU!!”

She flinched as she sped walked across the lawn-unable to run due to the pain her father’s cold hands and brutal kicks had inflicted.

She heard her father’s voice clearer now. He must’ve spotted her out of the window.

“YOU USELESS LIL SLUT-JUS LIKE YOUR GODDAMN MOTHER!! IF I SEE YOU AGAIN I’M THROWING YOU IN A MENTAL ASYLUM, YA HEAR ME?!!! DON’T EVER COME BACK! DON'T EVER COME BACK!!!”

She grit her teeth, forcing herself to not look back as his yelling grew more irrational. She moved as fast she could, half walking-half limping further down the street. She didn’t look back.

The night was dark. The only light keeping her company were the streetlights along the road but it wasn’t enough. It was still too dark for comfort. No stars, no clouds-her eyes couldn’t get used to it.

She nearly dropped her phone when a car zoomed by.

“Can yo-ou hear me?” Millie’s voice crackled through the phone. Her phone service was acting up.

“Yes, yes. I can.” Ara cleared her throat-trying to dispel the croakiness of her voice, “Millie, please. I-I’m begging you. Just sneak me in this once-please.”

“Ara, you know I would but I’m already grounded. If my parents find out I snuck you in they would actually kill me. Like legit-they’d freak out.”

Ara squeezed her eyes shut-trying not to cry, “Millie, please, I-“ her voice cracked as she whispered, “I have nowhere else to go.”

She hated begging so much, and yet it’s all she seemed to do.

Millie was quiet for a second, “Are you sure you can’t like-sneak into your basement or something? Hopefully your dad will have cooled off by morning.”

That would’ve been a great idea if her basement wasn’t only accessible from the garage. Her Dad had multiple cameras and motion detectors installed around the garage. I don’t know what he’ll do if he sees me..

Ara tried to keep her voice steady, “He said he didn’t want to see me again.”

“Yeah, but parents say crap all the time. I’m sure he didn’t mean it-“

“He did.” she deadpanned. Her Father never said those words before, nor had he ever physically kicked her out. She’d seen the violence in his eyes, the spitefulness in his words—it was different. He was ready to hurt her if she came back.

“You really think so?”

Her father’s ferocious expression flashed within her mind and she flinched, resisting the urge to sob. Would anyone ever believe her?

Her voice was faint, “Yeah.”

“Shit-“ Millie was suddenly cut off when a womanly voice came from her end.

“Millie! Who the heck are you calling this late? Gimme that-“

Suddenly the phone line was cut, leaving the dull beeping sound behind.

He paced beside the main entrance. The sound of his dress shoes clacking against the spotless floor echoed throughout the foyer.

Suddenly a feminine voice arose from behind him.

“Sir, your Uncle requests to speak with you.”

He snapped his head around to see a maid outstretching the phone to him with both hands.

The corner of his lip twitched in annoyance, “Just end it. I already told him I left and won’t be back for the rest of the night.”

The maid knew better than to question it-even if colorful words of dismay arose from the other end of the phone. In all honesty, he hadn’t told his Uncle that he wouldn’t be back but was it really that much of a concern? The soirée was boring as shit anyway. Too many old people.

The second he got Ijichi’s call nothing else mattered anyway.

He peered out the bullet proof glass doors when he saw headlights flash past. It was hard to see clearly due to the downpour but he immediately recognized the all black Rolls Royce that pulled up to the entryway.

A subtle grin tugged at the corner of his lip as he sauntered backward a couple steps. He leaned against the stone and marble centerpiece of the dual staircase foyer. The excitement simmering in his veins was unmatched.

Just as he crossed his arms, the double doors were pushed open—revealing her.

Any thoughts about posing left him the second his eyes landed on her. He’d never felt so awake—so drawn to someone.

He was up and off his perch within seconds. He walked up to her, pacing his long legs to move steadily despite everything in his body telling him otherwise. He wanted to rush to her.

He stopped right in front of her. She still hadn’t stepped inside yet.

She was completely drenched-from head to toe. Her clothes stuck to her skin. Droplets of water slipped down the waist length tendrils of her hair. The edges of her pretty lips were raw and reddened-she always had such a bad habit of gnawing at them, didn’t she? Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy as she stared up at him.

She looked so.. lost.

He exhaled silently. His fingers twitched at his sides-the heedy urge to touch her returning at a thousandfold.

Why’d she have to look so pretty when she cries?

He couldn’t tell if the droplets of water caught between her lashes were rain or tears but it didn’t matter. She was here.

She came to him.

She needed him.

He peered down at her before tilting his head, “Hi kitten.” His voice ever so soft.

He saw her eyes widen before her bottom lip quivered. She fell into him and he instantly caught her trembling frame. He drew her close to his chest, hugging her tightly as she sobbed against him. Her tiny hands fisted his dress-shirt, clutching onto him-she didn’t want him to let go.

The rush that coursed through him was incomprehensible. It went straight to his head as he smoothed down her wet hair. His arm around her waist tightened impossibly. He never wanted to let her go.

Her touch was terribly sweet—overwhelmingly so. It’d been the most agonizing two months of his life without her.

Wherever her delicate body met his, warmth surged underneath his skin—like a craving being satiated. It felt so right. Her with him like this. It was perfect. She was perfect.

And she was his.

They both knew it now. The second she stepped onto his doorstep she must’ve known.

She could cry all she wanted in his arms now, if that soothed her. It’d be the last time she cried over anything meaningless anyway. All of her tears would be his alone from now on. He’d never let anything hurt her again.

Precious things ought to be cared for, after all.

a/n: hi thanks for reading this crazy ish bc honestly idk how anyone does LMAO but i want to apologize if the way some things were worded/the grammar is off bc i feel like i've been off my writing game. i haven't been reading a lot in my personal life and that usually helps me format things better :,) i need to get back to reading asap. anyway, if anyone is curious here's the house inspo for gojo's place -> https://imagelocations.com/mansion-31

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[b000mbayah]

Yandere aespa reaction to you crying?

Absolutely anon!

╭──..★..───────.★.───────..★..──╮

Karina

What happened?

You were both just sitting on the couch in the living room, enjoying a movie together when you suddenly let out a sob, your body jerking forward in response.

Karina had turned her head to stare at you wide-eyed as she took in the sight of you trying desperately to hide your obvious crying. Your tears had slipped down your flushed cheeks and dripped onto the blanket covering you.

How long have you been crying?

Karina leaned forward, bringing you into her lap as she let you cry into her neck, dampening her skin deliciously as she rubbed your back comfortingly.

"Hey, hey, Princess, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Who did this? I'll kill them, I swear I'll kill them" she growled, asking a thousand questions a second as she began to shake in anger at the thought of someone such as your boss even laying a grubby finger on you.

"No" you managed to squeeze out between sobs, albeit it being a little distorted due to the slurring of your drained voice. "No more killing" you whimpered, pushing your head further into her neck.

"But if they've made you cry then they should pay for what they've done" Karina resorted, gazing down at you.

"No" you repeated "I won't tell you, they don't deserve it… it was an accident"

Karina raised an eyebrow at your words, feeling off about them "was it actually an accident or are you just telling yourself that?"

Your silence was more than enough to give Karina the answer she knew was ought to become the issue. She wouldn't kill them in respect for you, but the assassin she'll hire will. Their death wasn't at the cost of her hands, it was at the cost of someone's job, someone else's hands.

Anything to keep her precious princess safe.

Giselle

She could hear muffled screaming coming from your shared bedroom when she arrived home from shopping. Giselle had instantly dumped all grocery filled bags and quickly made her way to the bedroom, already equipped for the worst to come.

But when she found you crying into your pillow, the sheets dishevelled and half your work clothes just thrown on the floor, she knew something much different was up.

Giselle could've guessed you were being harassed in one way or another, but since you were here and not at work for once- she knew it had something to do with that part of your life.

"Baby?" Giselle called out, stepping into the room and coming to sit by your side, causing a dip in the bed to form. "Why are you home? What's wrong?"

You mumbled something into the pillow, something about a customer and your boss. "Hey, calm down" Giselle's hand came to rest upon your shoulder, pulling you away from the pillow as your face looked like it had been sewn to it from the way it almost peeled from the fabric.

"Deep breaths, deep breaths please" Giselle helped to guide you through a more relaxed experience as your screams of frustration slowly subsided to a runny nose and puffy eyes.

"Here" Giselle smiled gently, handing you a tissue. You thanked her and sheepishly blew your nose before putting it on your bedside table. You'd end up cleaning it later anyway. "Now please, repeat that to me in standard words"

"A customer got me sent home… I think I'm losing my job" you frowned at the thought of having to go through multiple more interviews before getting another job.

"Why do you think that?"

"They were complaining about us being out of stock, claiming I sold the last dress in the style she had "put on hold" when her name was never on the list"

Giselle rolled her eyes at the common behaviour of people these days, she's witnessed a few of these occurrences but never had she thought once that you'd be put on the line for fire.

"When I wasn't looking she somehow got her name on the system- must've been when I went to get my boss for a proper discussion on the case. When we arrived back, all he saw as a confident women with her name in the system somehow"

Giselle groaned, standing up as she made her way to the door in a fit. "You're staying here, job or not, you're not leaving till this issue is resolved" Giselle told you in a darkened tone. But before you could even respond she had the door closed and magically locked from the outside.

You'd find yourself stuck in the room as she got back in her car to get information from your work. She'd need at least a name or camera footage before she'd be able to do anything, and trust me would she do everything.

Anything to keep her beloved baby safe.

Winter

When Winter awoke to the small sniffles of your sleeping figure, she narrowed her sleep dosed eyes at you, capturing small glimpses of a golden hazed tear slip down your cheek.

Her hands slipped out from under the covers as she gently shook you awake. Eventually, your almost silent sniffles turned into heavy breaths as you woke up half confused.

"What were you dreaming about darling?" Her voice was calm, considering the amount of anger and adrenaline now pulsing through her raging bloodstream.

"I- mmmm" you hummed, eyebrows furrowed as you thought hard before responding "Work"

"Who at work?" She asked, edging on your still sleepy mind.

You yawned. And then you spoke. "Some new boy- thinks he can boss all the women around like we're rats to his flute or whatever. Can I sleep again?"

"One more question, okay?" You only hummed, eyes still shut with the weight of sleep heavy upon them. "What did he tell you to do?"

"Mmm… fetch him lunch, scratch his back, mmm, something else. Can I sleep now?"

"Of course darling" Winter smiled through tight lips, stroking your hair calmingly as you quickly fell back asleep. However, as soon as you fell into rest, Winter got up to work, and you can bet that work involved that new boy.

Maybe she'll give him a taste of his own medicine. You scratch his back, she'll scratch it too- just three times harder with a knife or something else just as sharp.

Anything to keep her dearest darling safe.

Ningning

Ningning hadn't questioned why you were at the shop down the road for so long. You had left a good hour ago and she had yet to see any signs of you.

After a further five minutes however, you had re-emerged from that front door, hair a slight mess as your eyes brimmed with diamond plated tears.

Ningning had practically thrown herself at you, hands on your shoulders as she looked at you worriedly with widened eyes. "Why are you crying?" You shook your head, hanging it as you just kept silently crying into the air. "Sweetheart, please tell me. If they've made you cry I need to know"

You gulped.

"Some retail worker was creeping me out the other week- and- and I saw them again today. I was hoping they weren't working today, but they were."

Ningning had scowled, scoffing and spitting at the thought of someone making you uncomfortable, so much so that you had cried and returned empty-handed, wasting an hour of your time.

Without another word, Ningning had released your shoulders and dashed for her shoes and a jacket. You gave her a confused look as she opened the front door, fists balled into tight clamps. "I'll be right back sweetheart, see you in a second"

You had no chance to squeeze in another word as the door was forcefully slammed shut in one swift motion. You knew what she was going to do, and at this point, there was no stopping her from doing what she apparently does best.

You know Ningning is only trying to protect you, but you can't help but feel bad for the number of people she's killed for your convenience. She sees nothing wrong with it, so why bother? She'd never change her mind, not when it comes to keeping you happy.

Because she'd do anything to keep her swain sweetheart safe.

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[elryuse]

Yandere Aespa x Male Manager

y/n wants to quit after getting a big offer to be a manager in one of YG's new groups, Baby Monster..Aespa doesn't like that and does anything for y/n to stay with them.

WHERE U BELONG

YANDERE AESPA OT 4 X MALE READER

The sterile white of the hospital room felt like a mockery of the chaos outside. News reports of the sasaeng attack blared on the TV, each graphic image a fresh wave of terror washing over Karina. Y/n, their quiet, ever-reliable manager, lay unconscious in the bed, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor a fragile lifeline in the storm.

He wasn't supposed to be the hero. He wasn't supposed to get hurt. They were supposed to be the ones basking in the spotlight, the K-Pop goddesses that held Korea captive. But in a split second, the metal bar meant for Winter had been deflected, finding its mark on Y/n instead. Now, the only sound that filled the room was the strangled sobs of Ningning, the youngest, clinging to Y/n's hand like a lifeline.

"He saved us," Winter rasped, her voice barely a whisper. Her carefully constructed ice queen persona had melted, replaced by raw, unadulterated fear.

Giselle, the group's resident rapper, usually the epitome of cool, was a whirlwind of anxious energy. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were clouded with worry. Gone were the playful jabs and witty insults she'd hurl at Y/n - all she could muster was a hand hovering over his unmoving chest, an unspoken plea for him to wake up.

Karina, the leader, surprised them all. Usually the rock of the group, she broke character completely. The girl who commanded stages and silenced critics now paced the room like a caged animal, rage and vulnerability simmering in her fiery eyes. Each beep of the monitor was a reprieve, a reminder that their silent guardian angel hadn't yet abandoned them.

The days that followed were a blur of exhaustion and forced smiles. The girls kept a vigil by Y/n's bedside, taking turns to ensure he wasn't alone. Winter, in between composing tear-stained melodies, would recount stories of their upcoming comeback, hoping her voice would coax him back from the brink. Giselle, sleep-deprived and paranoid, spun elaborate conspiracy theories about the attack, fueled by a desperate need for a controllable villain. Ningning, innocent and terrified, clung to the belief that a simple song, poured from her heart, would be the key to his recovery.

Then, the news arrived. SM Entertainment, their label and the very foundation of their success, had decided to "promote" Y/n. He was being transferred to YG, their biggest competitor, to manage their new girl group, Babymonster.

"It's better for everyone," their CEO declared, his smile as sterile as the hospital room. "We'll find you a new manager. A more… experienced one."

The girls erupted in protest. Karina, usually the epitome of control, found herself screaming, her voice raw with a primal fear she didn't understand. Winter, always the mediator, was speechless, the song she was writing morphing into a desperate plea. Even Giselle, the cynic, faltered, replaced by a terrified child clinging to the only constant they had in their whirlwind world.

But their pleas fell on deaf ears. Power rested with SM, not with them.

The day Y/n left was a bleak December morning. The icy wind seemed to mirror the emptiness in their hearts. He offered them a weak smile, his voice hoarse from disuse. "I'll always be your biggest fan," he rasped, the words a hollow echo in the biting air. As the van carrying him away disappeared into the city traffic, a chilling realization dawned on them – they were adrift without him.

Months bled into a year. Babymonster, under Y/n's management, exploded onto the scene. Ahyeon, their lead vocalist with a voice as powerful as it was sweet, became a national sensation. Aespa, once the undisputed queens of K-Pop, found themselves struggling for relevance. The charts were dominated by Babymonster's infectious energy, while Aespa's carefully crafted image felt faded, their music lacking the spark it once held.

But their focus wasn't on the charts. It was on Y/n. The initial anger and hurt had morphed into a chilling obsession. They were haunted by memories, replaying every shared glance, every comforting touch, every stolen moment from their time together.

Karina, the leader, channeled her obsession into fierce protectiveness towards Ahyeon. She trained Ahyeon relentlessly, molding her into a mirror image of Aespa at their peak. But Ahyeon, despite her immense talent, lacked the spark that had ignited a fire in Y/n's eyes.

Winter, heartbroken and withdrawn, retreated further into her music. Every song she wrote was a veiled cry for help, a desperate plea to Y/n that only she could hear.

Giselle, her cynicism replaced by a burning desire for revenge decided to do the unthinkable and kidnapped Ahyeon from YG. Ahyeon vanished. One moment she was laughing with Giselle over a spilled smoothie, the next, a chilling silence enveloped the practice room. Panic clawed at Y/n's throat as security footage revealed a nondescript van speeding away from the YG building.

Days bled into a week, each passing hour a nail hammered into Y/n's chest. The kidnappers finally made contact: a distorted voice demanding Y/n in exchange for Ahyeon. The girls, their once vibrant faces etched with a feral desperation, surrounded him.

"They won't hurt you," Karina lied, her eyes gleaming with a psychotic glint. "Just a little trade. You for Ahyeon."

Y/n's gaze swept over each of them, the girls he once saw as talented young women now twisted by a possessive love that bordered on terrifying. He saw the desperation in Ningning's tear-streaked face, the cold calculation in Giselle's eyes, the raw hunger in Winter's stare.

"They wouldn't hesitate to hurt you, Y/n," Giselle countered, seeing through Karina's facade. "They need you to manage someone else. We need you to manage us."

The truth hung heavy in the air. Ahyeon's talent wasn't the only reason they craved Y/n back. He was their muse, their obsession, a twisted possession they couldn't bear to let go of.

A horrifying thought took root in Y/n's mind. They wouldn't kill him. They'd break him. Turn him into a twisted version of himself, living forever under their control.

He looked at Ahyeon's tear-stained picture plastered on every news channel. A young woman on the cusp of her dreams, stolen away for his sake.

"Alright," he rasped, his voice heavy with a sacrifice he didn't understand. "I'll go."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the room. The girls, their expressions a chilling mix of relief and twisted affection, surrounded him.

"They'll let Ahyeon go once they have you," Karina whispered, her lips brushing his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Ahyeon was released, the ordeal leaving her a shell of her former self. As she sobbed uncontrollably in the safe arms of her distraught parents, news reports announced Y/n's disappearance.

The girls watched, a sickening sense of satisfaction washing over them. They'd gotten what they wanted. Their manager, their obsession, back in their clutches.

Back at their opulent dorm, the mood shifted. It went from relief to a horrifying display of possessive affection. Karina, Winter, Giselle, and Ningning descended upon Y/n, their lips finding his in a desperate, almost violent display of love. Tears streamed down his face, not from pain, but from a chilling awareness of what he'd trapped himself in.

Ahyeon, watching the news report from her hospital bed, felt a scream die in her throat. The man who'd treated her with kindness, who'd believed in her talent, was now a prisoner of his former idols. All for her dream, a dream that now seemed tainted by his sacrifice.

As the girls' kisses turned rougher, their possessiveness morphing into something darker, Y/n's eyes held a chilling emptiness. He was a broken man, sacrificed not just for Ahyeon's dreams, but for the twisted desires of the girls he once cared about. In the opulent, gilded cage of Aespa's dorm, true horror unfolded, a twisted love story fueled by obsession and a sacrifice too monstrous to contemplate. The price of fame, for Ahyeon, had never been steeper.

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MASTERLIST

Vampire Tales (Vampire Idols X Male Reader)

The Vampire Creed

The Vampire Hierarchy

The Contract (Yves) (S)

Under The Red Hood (Natty) (S)

Life of Two Vampire Queens (IU/CL)

Painful Ressurection (Lusi Zhao)

Kpop Vampire Reactions/Preferences (Vampire Idols X Male Reader)

Vampire Aespa Reading You a Bedtime Story

(G) I-DLE As a Vampire Clan

Fromis_9 as Your Vampire Mothers

Vampire Jung Sisters as Your Vampire Mothers

Lovesick Yanderes Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.I (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.II (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.III (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.IV (Shen Xiaoting) (Coming Soon)

The Literature Club (Blackpink)

Obsessive Step Mother (Bae Suzy)

Oneshot Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader) 

Along For The Ride (Nakamura Kazuha)

Hospital Love (Karina)

A Day With Huh Yunjin (Huh Yunjin)

The Half Engine (Blackpink)

Fight for Survival (Soojin)

Spicy Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader) 

Tight Pants (Huh Yunjin)

Tight Pants Pt.II (Kim Sohee/Giselle/Karina)

Irresistable Temptations (Miyeon/Sana)

The Contract (Yves) 

Unlikely Love (Female Idols)

Fitness Trainer (Kim Seolhyun)

Under The Red Hood (Natty)

Who's the Bustiest? (Female Idols)

Reactions/Preferences (Female Idols X Male Reader)

My Wives’ Reaction To You Getting Harrassed At Work (Haseul/Nana/Vivi/Miyeon/Yeojin)

#kpop masterlist #masterlist

[maleyanderecafe]

Male Lead, I'll Respect Your Taste (Webcomic)

Created by: Jugyeoul,Studio Inus

Genre: Isekai

This one was kind of a pain to read because it was completely machine translated, but it does have a yandere in it. Currently they're all still children so I'm assuming it builds up a timeskip later as it goes on. It's one of the stories where the original was a BL but as the main character changes what's happens, the male lead falls in love with the female lead. As of writing this there are 33 chapters translated, but I honestly would wait until there's a proper translation out.

The story starts out with Alice being reincarnated into a BL novel that she read. She's inside of a character that dies in the beginning, so she intends to survive. She is tended by Evan, the doctor and meanwhile, the male lead, Edwin is being tortured by Alice's mother, Karina. To save her hide, she decides to go and find Edwin in the castle by walking there. After finally being able to get enough stamina to do so, she is able to find Edwin though she is attacked by him. Despite this, she continues to come back and try to feed him. He initially rejects the food, and Karina comes back to torture Edwin, but is met by Alice instead, who has told her mother that she's changed the lock to Edwin's cell, pretending that she is torturing him in her steed. Alice seems to blackmail her mother stating that she knows who Edwin really is- the duke's son. Karina accepts this because she knows Alice is simply lonely, but makes sure that it doesn't stay that way for long. To tend to Edwin's wounds, Alice invites Evan to the tower, though Evan passes out due to fatigue. Alice is able to get closer to Edwin and we learn more about the second male lead thorough Evan, as he is his younger brother. Alice is able to read to Edwin various books so that he can feel comforted as well as teach him how to read. Alice even meets the other male lead, Michael who is pretty much just a giant tsundere and gives a flower garland to both Edwin and Michael. Alice gets sick again, and Michael tends to her (and he's really bad at it), while Alice asks Evan to take care of Edwin in her steed. Alice invites Michael to eat cake with her to befriend him, however, Michael ends up getting poisoned. Alice realizes that someone (probably Karina) was trying to poison her. She pretends to throw a tantrum so that she can throw off the maid that she suspects is working with her mother.

Alice ends up going out to find the person the mother got the drugs from, a witch hidden in the night. She gains the tea with the poison, but also gains a marking from the witch. Not sure about what to think of the curse, she consults Evan. Evan while tending to Edwin gets knocked out while Alice is dragged to the castle by the maid. While there, we learned that Karina was indeed the one who tried to poison Alice. After threatening to murder the maid who helped her and Alice herself, Edwin ends up attacking Karina to protect Alice. The duke comes to see what is going on leading him to gather everyone in his estate. Alice presents the tea leaves to him as proof that she was poisoned and testifies to what she did to Edwin. Alice ends up escaping and trying to run away, however, is eventually caught at the pier, where she also meets a knight in training named Alois. When she does go back, she's found that Edwin had incapacitated a lot of the people there just to look for her. Edwin ends up staying in Alice's room (and getting jealous at maids and others who tends to her) while Evan takes care of her. Edwin is sad that Alice tried to leave him behind while Karina is in anxiety due to her next trial and her possible execution. Edwin and Alice are educated within the Duke's place, with Edwin being a very fast learner and a strong swordsman. The two end up going to the town together, while Evan worries about his brother Michael as gotten sick from playing in the snow too much. Alice finds this the perfect opportunity for Edwin to fall for Michael like in the original, but the two end up hating each other instead. This leads to Edwin destroying the flower garland that Alice made for Michael in jealousy, angering Michael. Alice defuses the situation, and believes they have some sort of "enemies to lovers" trope going on.

Alice is unable to sleep as she can hear someone trying to get into her room at night but is unable to stop them. This later leads to Edwin incapacitating them while Alice isn't around. The duke reminds Alice and Edwin that they will need to be there for Karina's trial to provide testimony and eyewitness on what happened. Alice gives Edwin a bowl haircut and some cute things happen before the trial. Karina's trial goes swiftly and she is sentenced for her crime, but because of a deal made with the Duke she will not be killed but rather exiled. Alice realizes that there is a conspiracy deeper than she realizes, but is happy that she is able to survive. The last couple of chapters time jump a year ahead with Alice passing out due to her sickness and some blood loss.

As I've said, kind of a headache to read through machine translated things and even worse it ended on a cliffhanger (at least for me) where now I do want to know what will happen with Alice. That being said, it does feel pretty standard for one of these types of stories where the main character is sent to a BL world, where it's pretty typical that the two male leads who are suppose to fall with each other end up falling for the female character as well. Technically speaking, Alice and Edwin are siblings through adoption, with Karina having poisoned Edwin's original mother and taken him in to torture him into shape, though considering one is locked in a tower for most of his life, it doesn't really feel that weird since they basically don't interact until after Alice goes to find him. Normally I would find that a bit disturbing, but the way that it's presented in the story basically shows that Karina didn't really adopt him as her son but rather as something that she could torture, considering that she never treated him as an actual human. Anyways, a slight nitpick. I still think the story itself so far is pretty cute, there's always something enduring about a character who teaches another character love (in one way or another) but as of the current webcomic story, they haven't really reached the stage of actually loving each other or anything, so it's just a lot of cute fluff mixed in with some abusive mom things.

Michael kind of takes third wheel in this entire thing since he was not only introduced later in the story but also falls ill for quite some time due to him being poisoned. Alice goes really really out of her way to try to free Edwin as a way for her to not get herself killed early (as is what happens when the two first meet)- though honestly I'm not really sure what her plan was the entire time- like was she just going to befriend Edwin or free him or something? The ploy with her and Karina was kind of dumb, with her basically keeping the key so that she wouldn't be able to get in which... how did she do that exactly without her noticing? Aren't the people where she live keeping an eye on her or like at least noting down what happens. The translation was kind of weird for that, but if she had just taken the key, wouldn't Karina have another one? It seems like a really weird plot point. I do like that Alice and Evan have this kind of big brother - little sister relationship though, I think that it's pretty cute that they're able to trust each other a lot, even to the point of him introducing Michael to him and Alice trusting him with Edwin's health. I wonder where that plot with the marking is going to go though since that seems like it's going to be important in the future.

Edwin as a yandere is expectant, since originally he was more obsessed over Michael rather than Alice. Again, it does kind of make sense because Alice met Edwin in the tower which is where Michael was suppose to meet him in the original and where they fall in love. In this version though he gets released a lot later, and thanks to the connection that Alice made with Edwin while trapped becomes protective over her, attacking Karina when she was about to kill Alice, Evan and the maid as well as getting pretty jealous when Alice is with another guy, whether it be Michael, Evan or even Alois, even going so far as to intimidate Evan (only to be stopped when Evan mentions that Alice was the one who asked him to do this) and destroying the garland that Michael made for Alice. He also seems to get rid of whoever was trying to stalk (?) Alice which leads her to not sleep, as shown by the body on the ground as she is able to regain her sleep. In the original, he seems to be a lot more cold and bloodthirsty towards Michael, and while he still does regain these traits to a certain degree, it's a lot less violent because of Alice's kindness towards him. At least for now, maybe while he's still a child he's a lot less bloodthirsty but it's possible that in the future it will be a lot worse. I don't know what will happen with Michael though since he clearly also loves Alice but very obviously has second male lead syndrome. Maybe he gets killed by Edwin at some point.

Overall, kind of interesting? This is one of the few otome isekai into a BL story I've read, so I'm not sure how it compares to others. Probably would wait for proper translations instead of reading machine translated things, but the artwork is fairly nice and they all look really adorable.

#Male lead i'll respect your taste #yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #ongoing #webcomic

[sorryitsvex]

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Chapter 2: Sugar daddy era

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Polls for next series schedule

Yo, yo, yo, like the title said, I have a few series in mind. As you may have notice, I have a thing for yanderes, so most of the series I write will be themed around that. Most, not all. This polls will be used to help me plan the schedule for the future, that means all the series I put down here will all be written, so just pick which one you want to see first.

Minji (New Jeans): Your father has recently been married to a single mother, which means you just got a new siblings, that is Minji. A meek and shy girl who have trouble talking to people. As her new brother you want to help her out. It all started with a little tuttoring session, then slowy she got comfortable with you. The lines of family starts to blur as the two of you start to fall for each other. Less yandere, more of taboo-ish relatonship.

Momo (Twice): Momo had everything she ever wanted in her life, a loving parents, annoying yet lovable sister, a little happy family. Then they all crash and burn, literally, a car crash cause her to lose her life and got sent to an orphanage. While dealing with this trauma she found you, a fellow orphan, your cheerful and careless attitude slowly convince her everything will be okay. She lost her family, but she found you, and goddamn she won't let you be taken away. Not much yandere, more possessive and jealous type.

Eunbi (Izone): Fuck school, you are too cool for it. Spending your life away by skipping school, getting into fights, drinking, smoking, life doesn't seems that bright for you. From all the above, there's one thing you love more, fucking. Which is why you went to a certain site where you can find people and just hook up here and there. You never expected to find your uptight and pretentious principle there. What an opportunity of a life time, you can't just let this go to waste. Corruption and yandere, (Sub Eunbi, Best Eunbi)

Sana (Twice): A popular and widely liked Sana, an outcast loner you, the two colides as a group project forced you two to be together. Sana always like people, and more than anything, she likes to break people heart. But you, oh god, you are different. A divine punishment for all the boys she has broken before, you have her tied around your finger without noticing. Unfortunately, Sana find you to be a hidden gem, that will stays hidden from the world. Heavy stuff, violence, an absolute batshit yandere

Chaewon (Izone, Le Sserafim): Chaewon is your bestfriend, sometimes you wished you are more than that. Seeing her getting into a toxic relationship you can only watch as her heart is being broken again and again. One day you just can't hold it in, you snap, confessing your love and your disdain towards her boyfriend. Then things just fell apart, you were hurt, but accept that sometimes, life is just cruel. As you made peace with your feelings towards her and moved on with your life, Chaewon snapped, she can't take it anymore. She needs someone to ease the pain, she needs you. But you are long gone, well, for now. She will find you, and when she did the peace you've made will be broken. Angst, mental abuse, light yandere. (I know she has a group now but she will alwasy be fuckin Izone first in my heart okay)

WC- Karina & Winter (Aespa): Your travel to Korea was supposed to be a short trip, well around 6 month at most. Just a little trip with your friend while looking out for him as he starts his business here. Things happens and you might have to stay a little longer. Deciding that you won't spend your day babysiting his ass you went to find a job to fill your time. A bodyguard for SM's newest girl group. The thing is, shit hits the fan, both Karina and Winter suddenly had a crush on you. On top of that, they are dating one another. Well, your time will be filled alright. Possesive, not much dark tones here. (This is a Wild Card, I don't want to write another three way couple one after another. So deciding to not risk this by putting it on the poll with a chance of this winning first place, I will write this when I feel like it. I will put this series somewhere in between all the series above)

Anyway, I need to go AFK blyat, got some college assignment to finish up. Vote, and look forward to the series. Till then feel free to send ask, especially pictures okay, i need all the pictures or gifs from all the girls i mentioned above. See ya.

#polls #kpop smut

[ningvory]

AESPA

welcome to my aespa library! most of these works are 18+ FICTION!! if you would like to translate my works please dm me before doing so! :) everything i write are for entertainment purposes only!

read the diary before requesting ANYTHING so you’ll know what i’m comfortable with! also..please read the warnings before reading any of my fics just in case you’re uncomfortable with anything!

all writing for aespa is under the #♡.aespa tag

LIBRARY • NAVIGATION • THE DIARY

JIMINIE

caught! - stepsis!rina x babystepsis!reader

payback - meangirls!kariselle

all drabbles under #♡.karina

GIGI

payback - meangirls!kariselle

all drabbles under #♡.giselle

MINJEONGIE

crazy over you - yandere!gp!winter

me & you - cop!winter

all drabbles under #♡.winter

NINGYI

all drabbles under #♡.ningning

#♡.nabi’s — library #aespa smut #wlw smut #g!p #karina smut #giselle smut #winter smut #ningning smut #kpop smut

[hall0ween-twn]

THE HALL0WEEN-TWN MASTERLIST

little miss strange hard thoughts corey tags moodboard fic rec 1k club

birthday bash halloween wonderland

NCT

cheetah!mark bear!donghyuck fox!renjun cat!renjun samoyed!jeno kitty!jaemin necromancer!taeyong hyena!mark tentacle monster!yuta vampire!yuta yandere!jaehyun slasher!jaehyun hybrid!jeno gator!johnny black cat!jaehyun incubus!jaehyun orc!jeno bunny!doyoung ghostface!jisung vampire!renjun vampire!chenle vampwolf!jisung alpha!renjun alpha!jisung

RED VELVET

kitten!irene cougar!seulgi puppy!wendy bunny!joy bear!yeri werewolf!wendy jorougumo!seulgi

TVXQ

dilf!yunho

SHINEE

dilf!onew

EXO

rottie!jongin

RIIZE

stalker!sungchan

AESPA

alien!karina

STRANGER THINGS

kas!eddie incubus!eddie

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S

coming soon...

THE HUNGER GAMES

coming soon...

HALLOWEEN

venom!michael

THE CORE SERIES

eddie core steve core jeno core baekhyun core michael core peeta core renjun core mark core jisung core taeyong core chenle core

#[twn] masterlist