#yandere blackpink x male reader

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere blackpink love letter to male reader after meeting them for the first time

Jisoo

My beloved,

I hope this letter finds you with the same intensity with which my heart yearns for you with each passing second. From the moment our eyes met, my world has been turned upside down, and all I can think about is you.

I feel consumed by a passion so deep and burning that it frightens me at times. Every thought I have is of you, and I can't control the desire that burns within me. I know my love for you can be overwhelming, but please understand that everything I do is out of love.

Seeing you smile, hearing your soft voice, feeling the warmth of your touch... It's those little things that make me lose control. I would do anything to protect our love, even if it means taking drastic measures. My wish is to keep you by my side forever, in a world where only the two of us exist.

I promise to take care of you and keep you safe from any threat that may arise. If anyone dares to get too close to you, know that I will stop at nothing to protect what is ours. I feel driven by an intense and wild love, and I can't bear the thought of losing you.

Accept my love with all your heart, for it is genuine and unwavering. I wish I could show my devotion in more traditional ways, but for now, know that my love for you is the driving force behind me, even if it means taking a somewhat unusual path.

With so much love,

Jisoo.

Jennie

My sweet love,

I hope these words find a special place in your heart, just as you found a special place in mine. From the moment our eyes met, something inside me changed forever. An intense and overwhelming passion took care of me, and I can't think of anything else but you.

Every thought, every sigh, every beat of my heart, everything is dedicated to you. The love I feel is so powerful I can barely control myself. I want to be by your side at all times, protecting you from any threat that may come. My love for you is so strong that I would do anything to keep you safe and happy.

Every moment I spend away from you is unbearable torture. I feel like every second you spend away from me is an eternity of agony. I can't stand the thought of you being around anyone other than me. You are mine and nobody else's.

Accept my unwavering devotion and know that everything I do is for love. I know that my actions may seem strange or even painful, but they are just an expression of my intense passion for you. I can't bear the thought of losing you to anyone else. And you should know that my love can hurt.

I promise to be your protector, your guardian, and your loyal companion. No one can ever love you the way I do. I am willing to face any challenge, to overcome any obstacle, so that we can be together forever.

Only yours,

Jennie.

Rosé

My only Prince,

Oh, how my heart warms when I think of you! Since we met, my world has been complete. I feel like every part of me is meant to be yours, and yours alone. You are the light that illuminates my life, and I can no longer imagine a day without you.

Every thought that crosses my mind is a sweet memory of you. Your smile is like the sun shining on a sunny day, warming every part of me. Only your presence is able to calm my restless soul. You became my safe haven, my reason for living.

My love, I want to be close to you all the time, like a shadow that never leaves. I know I can be a little clingy, but I can't help it. My love with you runs so deep that I can't help but get involved in your life in every way possible.

I want to be the reason behind every smile you give, the reason your heart beats faster. If anyone dares to approach you, I will protect you with all my might, as our love is the most precious thing to me. Our connection is so strong that nothing, absolutely nothing, can separate us.

My love, allow me to be your everything, just as you became mine. I'm ready to share every moment, every thought, and yes, even a little bit of gooeyness and gooeyness, because that's how our love is truly expressed.

With all the love in my being,

Rosé.

Lisa

My love,

From the moment you came into my life, something inside me changed forever. Every thought, every breath, everything is filled with your presence. You've become the only thing that matters to me, and I can't imagine my life without you anymore.

My love for you is so intense that sometimes it frightens me. I feel an overwhelming need to protect you, to keep you safe from any threat that might arise. No matter what happens, I am willing to face any challenge to ensure your safety and happiness.

I can't bear the thought of you being around anyone other than me. Every look, every smile, every touch you share with another person is like a knife in my heart. I want to be the only one to receive your attention and affection.

I know I can be overprotective, but that's only because my love for you is so deep and unwavering. I am ready to take care of you at all times, to be your guardian and your fierce protector. Nothing can separate us, as our bond is stronger than any obstacle. Don't you agree?

Accept my passionate love and complete devotion. I'm here for you, always and forever, willing to do whatever it takes to make sure our love lasts. No matter what happens, I will love and protect you with all my being.

Yours sincerely,

Lisa.

[elryuse]

Tainted Desire

Yandere Jennie X Male Reader

Tags : Obsession, Dangerous Romance, Slight Smut, Dark, Gritty, Forbidden Romance

Words : 2,908 Words

Requested by My Mate @hijack711

You never expected your marriage to end like this.

Sitting in your dimly lit office at the university, you run a hand through your disheveled hair, staring at the half-empty bottle of whiskey on your desk. The silence of the night wraps around you, broken only by the distant hum of the city beyond the window.

Your phone buzzes—a message from your wife. Soon-to-be ex-wife.

"We need to talk about the divorce papers. Call me back."

You don’t.

Instead, your mind drifts back to a memory—a moment from years ago when your life was different. When you were just a substitute teacher, and she was just a rebellious high school girl.

Jennie Kim.

The name alone stirs something dangerous inside you.

You hadn’t seen her in years, not until recently, when fate cruelly entangled your lives again. But before she became the ruthless, calculating woman she is now—before she set her sights on you—she was just a teenage girl trying to escape the suffocating grip of her father’s ambition.

It was supposed to be an ordinary day.

The school hallways were empty, students tucked away in their classrooms as you made your way through the corridors, checking your schedule. You had been a substitute teacher for barely a month, filling in for an absent literature professor. The job was temporary, a stepping stone in your career before you moved on to greater things.

But then you smelled it—faint yet unmistakable. Cigarette smoke.

Your brows furrowed. Smoking was strictly forbidden on school grounds, and yet, someone had clearly broken the rules.

Following the scent, you turned a corner and found her.

A girl sat on the rooftop stairs, one leg bent, the other stretched out lazily. A cigarette dangled between her fingers, wisps of smoke curling into the air. Her uniform was slightly unkempt—tie loosened, skirt hiked up just enough to break the dress code. Her dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, and instead of guilt, there was only defiance.

Jennie Kim.

Even back then, there was something untamed about her.

“You know smoking is against the rules,” you said, stepping closer.

She took a slow drag, exhaling smoke before responding. “So is skipping class, but here you are.”

You sighed. “I’m the teacher. I don’t have a class right now.”

“Then you should be grateful. If I were in class, you wouldn’t have found me,” she murmured, tapping ash onto the floor. “Lucky you.”

You folded your arms, intrigued despite yourself. “Is there a reason you’re up here alone?”

For a moment, she was silent. Then, with a casual shrug, she muttered, “Needed to breathe.”

Her voice was steady, but there was something beneath it—a weight she tried to hide.

You glanced at the cigarette in her hand. “That won’t help.”

Jennie scoffed. “What would you know?”

“I know that whatever’s bothering you won’t go away just because you’re filling your lungs with smoke.”

She studied you for a long moment, then sighed and flicked the cigarette away. “My dad’s an asshole.”

You didn’t react, waiting for her to continue.

She hesitated, then muttered, “He wants me to be something I’m not. To follow his rules, live by his standards, become the perfect heir. He thinks Jane—” she spat her sister’s name like a curse “—is the good daughter, the obedient one. But me? I’m nothing but a disappointment to him.”

You leaned against the wall, watching her. “And what do you want?”

Her lips curled into a slow, almost bitter smile. “To take everything from him.”

You didn’t know it then, but that conversation would plant a seed in her mind—a thought that would grow into something far more dangerous than teenage rebellion.

And years later, when you crossed paths again, you would realize that Jennie Kim always gets what she wants.

Even if what she wants… is you.

Years later, Jennie is no longer a rebellious schoolgirl. She’s the new chairman of Odd Atelier, a powerful empire built on ambition and ruthlessness. When she sees you again, the hunger in her eyes hasn’t faded—it’s only grown stronger.

And this time, she won’t let you go.

Even if it means destroying everything in her path.

Even if it means tearing apart your already crumbling marriage.

Even if it means striking a deal with your son.

Because you belong to her.

And Jennie Kim always takes what’s hers.

You always knew that the past had a way of creeping back.

You just never expected it to return in the form of Jennie Kim—not as the rebellious high school girl who once defied her father’s control, but as the ruthless woman who had finally dethroned him.

And now, she’s standing right in front of you.

The gala is extravagant, a display of power and wealth, where the elites of the business world gather to celebrate Odd Atelier’s new chairman. It was your son who dragged you here—his university connections granting him an invitation. You weren’t supposed to stay long, just enough to make an appearance before slipping away.

But then, the moment you locked eyes with her across the ballroom, you knew escaping wouldn’t be that easy.

Jennie moves toward you with the same calculated grace you remembered. But she’s changed. No longer the rebellious teenager on a school rooftop, but a woman in full control.

Her black silk dress clings to her body in all the right places, her dark eyes sharp yet filled with something far more dangerous. Possession.

“Professor,” she purrs, her voice dripping with amusement.

Your throat tightens. “Jennie.”

A smirk tugs at her lips. “I wondered when we’d cross paths again.”

You swallow, keeping your expression neutral. “Congratulations. You finally got what you wanted.”

Her smile doesn’t falter. If anything, it deepens. “Not yet.”

The weight of her words settles between you. She’s not talking about power.

She’s talking about you.

You try to leave the gala early, but fate is cruel.

Your son—eager to make connections—introduces you to his employer at Odd Atelier.

You freeze the moment you see her.

Jennie stands before you, her gaze dark with amusement. She looks at your son, then back at you. There’s a cruel irony in this situation.

She knows.

She knows your marriage is dying. She knows your son admires her. She knows that you’re vulnerable.

And Jennie Kim has never been one to let an opportunity slip.

“I never expected to work with your son,” she murmurs, tilting her head slightly. “But life has a funny way of bringing people back together.”

Your son is oblivious, grinning. “Jennie has been a great mentor.”

Mentor.

You clench your jaw. That’s what you once were to her.

Jennie smiles, slow and knowing. “Your father and I go way back.”

Your son frowns slightly. “Really?”

Jennie meets your gaze. “Oh, yes.” She steps closer, lowering her voice so only you can hear. “He was the first man who ever made me feel alive.”

Your pulse spikes.

She’s doing this on purpose.

Testing you.

Toying with you.

And you’re ashamed to admit that it’s working.

Her Terms, Your Weakness

Later that night, when you finally manage to slip away from the gala, she’s waiting.

The hotel bar is nearly empty, dimly lit. You don’t know why you didn’t just leave, why you let yourself be drawn to this place like a moth to a flame.

But when Jennie slides into the seat across from you, you know exactly why.

“You ran away so quickly,” she muses, swirling the dark liquor in her glass. “Did I make you nervous?”

You exhale, rubbing your temple. “What do you want, Jennie?”

She hums, tilting her head. “I could ask you the same thing.”

You don’t answer.

You can’t.

Because the truth is—despite knowing how wrong this is, how forbidden this is—there’s still something undeniable between you.

Jennie leans forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You belong to me.”

Your hands tighten into fists. “I’m married.”

She smiles. “Not for long.”

Silence.

Then, she says something that changes everything.

“I struck a deal with your son.”

Your blood runs cold.

Jennie watches your reaction carefully, savoring every second of your unease. “He wants my sister, Jane.” Her voice is soft, almost teasing. “So I gave him a chance. In return, he’ll look the other way when I take something for myself.”

Your breath hitches. “Jennie—”

She reaches out, trailing a single finger across the back of your hand. The touch burns. “You should be grateful. I could’ve had you the moment I turned eighteen. But I waited.”

Her nails lightly drag against your skin, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Now I’m done waiting.”

You pull your hand back, your chest tightening. “You don’t get to decide that.”

Jennie chuckles darkly, standing from her seat. “Oh, but I do.”

She leans in close, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“I always get what I want.”

And then, just like that, she’s gone.

Leaving behind the weight of her words—of her promise—settling deep into your bones.

Because you know Jennie Kim.

And when she sets her sights on something…

She never lets go.

You should’ve walked away.

You should’ve turned your back on Jennie Kim and never looked at her again.

But now, you’re trapped.

The realization settles deep in your chest the moment you step into your home—your marriage of fifteen years hanging by a thread. The air is thick with tension, your wife’s absence a reminder of everything that’s already crumbling.

You’re trying to hold on, to fix what’s left. But the truth is, your hands are already slipping.

And Jennie knows it.

She’s watching, waiting. A predator savoring the moment before she strikes.

You don’t sleep that night. You don’t think you ever will again.

The next day at the university, you try to focus. Lectures, meetings—anything to keep your mind off her.

But then, a message lights up your phone screen.

Jennie: Miss me?

You exhale sharply, ignoring it.

A second message follows.

Jennie: You’re pretending, aren’t you? Acting like you don’t think about me. Like you don’t want me.

Your grip tightens on the phone. You shouldn’t reply.

But you do.

You: Stay away from me.

It’s a weak attempt. A meaningless warning.

And she knows it.

Because Jennie doesn’t listen.

Minutes later, your office door swings open without warning.

And there she is.

Wearing a black silk blouse that clings to her body, high heels clicking against the floor as she steps inside.

You stand immediately, tension coiling in your muscles. “Jennie, you can’t just—”

She shuts the door behind her, locking it.

A smirk plays on her lips. “You told me to stay away.” She cocks her head. “So why am I here?”

Your breath is uneven. “Because you don’t understand boundaries.”

Jennie laughs softly, stepping closer. “Or maybe…” Her voice drops into something dangerously low. “You just don’t mean it.”

She moves around your desk slowly, her fingers grazing the wooden surface as she invades your space.

You take a step back. She takes another forward.

It’s a game—a dangerous one—and she’s winning.

“Jennie—”

Her fingers trail up your chest, her touch featherlight. “You don’t belong here, Y/n.”

Your jaw tightens. “This is my life.”

She leans in, her lips barely inches from yours. “No,” she whispers. “This is your prison.”

Your pulse spikes.

Jennie tilts her head, her gaze searching yours. And for a brief moment, you’re terrified—not of her, but of yourself.

Because she’s right.

Because you want her.

Because if she touches you again, you won’t stop her.

And she knows it.

Control Is an Illusion

You force yourself to turn away, to create distance.

But Jennie doesn’t let you go easily.

“You’re miserable,” she murmurs, watching you with unwavering certainty. “You’re still trying to fix something that’s already dead.”

Your hands clench into fists. “That’s none of your business.”

She smirks. “Isn’t it?”

Silence.

Then, she delivers the final blow.

“If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be here, running from me.”

You hate how well she sees through you.

How she knows you.

Jennie leans against the desk, crossing her arms. “Do you even love her anymore?”

Your stomach twists.

You don’t answer.

And that silence?

It’s all she needs.

Jennie smiles. Slow. Satisfied. Dangerous.

“You’re mine,” she whispers.

Then, just as effortlessly as she arrived—she leaves.

And you’re left standing there, heart pounding, knowing that you’ve already lost.

Because Jennie Kim isn’t going to stop.

And the worst part?

You don’t want her to.

You should’ve walked away.

But now, it’s too late.

Jennie Kim has dug her nails into your life, and no matter how much you try to resist, you’re already caught in her web.

She isn’t just dangerous.

She’s inevitable.

You come home that night, expecting the usual silence, the usual avoidance.

But your wife is waiting for you.

Seated on the couch, glass of wine in hand, she barely glances up when you step inside.

“How was work?” Her voice is hollow, indifferent.

You hesitate. “Fine.”

A bitter laugh escapes her lips. “You always say that.”

You’re exhausted. From her, from yourself—from Jennie.

“You’re late,” she continues, swirling the wine in her glass. “Again.”

Tension coils in your chest. “Meetings ran over.”

Another lie.

Your wife exhales, shaking her head. “Y/n… I don’t know how much longer we can do this.”

And there it is.

The inevitable conversation. The slow, agonizing death of your marriage laid bare between you.

You don’t respond. Because what is there to say?

Jennie was right.

This isn’t a life.

It’s a prison.

And you’re already looking for the key

The next day, you see her again.

Jennie waits for you at the entrance of the university, leaning casually against her car, wearing a silk blouse that clings to her frame and a knowing smirk on her lips.

You stop in your tracks. “What are you doing here?”

She shrugs. “Thought I’d drop by. Say hello.”

You glance around, paranoia creeping in. “You can’t just—”

“Relax,” she interrupts, stepping closer. “No one’s watching.”

That’s a lie. She’s always watching.

Jennie tilts her head, studying you. “You look tired.”

You don’t respond.

She takes another step forward, her voice dipping into something soft, intimate. “What is it, Y/n?”

You inhale sharply, hating how easily she reads you.

Hating how much she’s already inside your head.

Jennie leans in, just enough for you to feel the warmth of her breath. “She’s slipping away, isn’t she?”

Your jaw tightens. “Don’t.”

Her fingers trail up your arm, slow and deliberate. “You don’t love her anymore.”

You grab her wrist, stopping her touch. “Jennie.”

She smiles, her gaze burning into yours. “Say it.”

You shake your head. “I—”

Her lips brush against your ear. “Say it, Y/n.”

You close your eyes, fighting it, fighting her.

But it’s useless.

Because the truth is already there.

Because Jennie owns you now.

And she knows it.

It starts subtly at first.

The way she replaces your thoughts, your routines.

Your phone buzzes during lectures.

Jennie: I wonder what you taste like today.

At night, she sends voice notes—soft, slow whispers that unravel you from the inside out.

"I want to break you, Y/n. I want to ruin you until there’s nothing left of you but me."

You shouldn’t listen.

But you do.

And then come the nights when you can’t stop thinking about her.

When you wake up gasping, her name tangled in your breath.

When you see her face instead of your wife’s.

Jennie is patient.

She doesn’t force.

She waits.

Because she knows you’ll come to her.

And when you finally do—when you finally break—

She’ll be waiting with open arms.

It happens on a night you’ll never forget.

You leave your home, your wife calling after you, but you don’t look back.

Your hands are shaking when you arrive at Jennie’s penthouse.

The door opens before you can knock.

And there she is.

Barefoot, wearing nothing but an oversized silk robe, looking at you like she’s been expecting you all along.

You exhale sharply. “Jennie, I—”

She steps forward, pressing a finger to your lips. “Shh.”

Then she smiles.

“Come inside, Y/n.”

And just like that—you surrender.

Because there’s no running anymore.

Because you were always meant to be hers.

And now, you are.

Tainted Desire

The door clicks shut behind you.

And just like that, you’ve crossed the line.

Jennie watches you, dark amusement flickering in her eyes as she takes slow, deliberate steps forward.

You don’t move. You don’t stop her.

Because this was inevitable.

Because you were always meant to end up in her hands.

Her fingers trace up your jaw, tilting your face toward hers. “You finally stopped running,” she whispers, satisfaction dripping from every syllable.

Your breathing is uneven. “Jennie—”

She silences you with a kiss.

Soft. Slow. Lethal.

And you fall into it. Into her.

Because she owns you now.

Her lips part against yours, her tongue sweeping into your mouth as she devours you whole.

You should feel guilt.

But all you feel is her.

Jennie pulls away, a cruel smile curving her lips as she studies her masterpiece.

You—ruined, broken, hers.

Her voice dips, sultry and commanding. “Leave them.”

Your stomach clenches. “Jennie—”

She cups your face, her nails pressing against your skin. “Leave your wife. Leave your son.”

Her thumb brushes over your lower lip. Soft. Possessive. Unyielding.

“There’s nothing left for you there.”

Your heart pounds, your mind spiraling.

But Jennie’s voice is all you hear now.

Jennie is all you know.

Her grip tightens. “Say it.”

You close your eyes, the weight of your old life crumbling around you.

Jennie leans in, whispering against your lips. “Be mine.”

And when you finally exhale—finally give in—

You whisper the words that seal your fate.

“…I’m yours.”

Jennie smirks.

Because she’s won.

Because you belong to her now.

Forever.

[chrissssssmut]

Hello and welcome to my page!

Things to know:

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MASTER LIST:

YANDERE STUFF:

Chained Hearts: Yandere Danielle, Winter, Minji, Yunjin, and Ahn Yujin x Male Reader

Yours to keep: Jang Wonyoung and Naoi Rei x Male Reader

Bounded: Yandere Karina, Hanni, Danielle, Wonyoung, Liz, Chaewon and Yunjin x Male Reader

Classroom 3-B: Vampire Ahn Yujin x Male Reader

My Huh Yunjin: Huh Yunjin x Yandere Male reader

FAMILY TIES: Yandere Bahiyyih x Male Reader

CORPORATE CAPTIVITY: Yandere Minji, Haerin, Hanni, Danielle, Hyein x Male Reader

TRAPPED IN HER WORLD: Giselle x Male Reader feat. Ryujin

STUCK WITH YOU: Yunjin & Eunchae x Idol Male Reader

BENEATH THE SMILE: Winter x Male Reader feat. Karina

SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT:

PROFESSOR, YOU'RE MINE: Ahn Yujin x Male Reader feat. Gaeul (still has Yandere)

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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

Kiss of Life's Reaction to you Getting Hurt

Protective Scale of Vampire IVE

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)

Lovesick Yandere Idol's Reactions/Preferences (Female Idols X Male Reader)

Kim Jiwon as Your Yandere

(Totally Not) Leaked Journal Entires of Yandere Kiss of Life

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)

A Part of Me Lives Inside Me (Kim Jiwon)

Missing 411 (Female Idols)

Forgotten or Not (Suzy/Nana)

Christmas Wish (Female Idols)

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)

My Scary Noona (Kim Gaeul)

Reactions/Preferences (Female Idols X Male Reader)

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

How IVE Gets You Off From Your Games/Matches

How Le Sserafim Gets You Off From Your Games/Matches

Kiss of Life Dating a Younger Partner

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[allexday]

How would BP react if Y'N has been ignoring their calls and messages and avoiding them?

Rosé is annoyed. An assortment of messages and voice calls have been left on your phone, all depicting Rosé's urgency for you to contact her back. It's been a week since you've last talked and it's making her go crazy. Every minute that goes by where you haven't texted her back, or opened her messages, or called her, is quite literally driving her insane. After the first few days, an idea pops into her head. She knows what's going on, and she knows just how to play you. The sweet, clingy, loving Rosé that everyone—especially you—know quickly disappears. No, she's much angrier now. She'll just have to show you why you don't ignore her, she'll just have to prove to you that she is worth every second of your time. Just like you are worth hers. You begin hearing sinister rumors going around. They'll start with the people surrounding you, the ones you love. Close friends and maybe even family members. But if even after ruining their reputations you still seem hell-bent on neglecting her and her needs—well, she'll just have to result to certain methods. You start hearing your own name on the lips of the crowd, eyes darting nervously to you, mumbled laughter and looks of disgust. But don't worry, just when you feel as if the entire world is against you, and you have no one on your side, Rosé is there! And if you truly want this to end, and everything to go back to normal, you'll learn to appreciate her.

Jennie is aggravated. She's insulted. The audacity you have to disrespect her by ignoring her calls? The right that you seem to think you have to avoid her? No, she's not going to let that happen. She needs to put you in your place, to show her pet just who the master is and just how lucky you are that she even associates with you. She'll try to hide the fact that she is sad about it, and instead show off her anger. She won't let you see her be insecure, even though that's what you always seem to make her. She'll show you wrath and confidence, and make sure you never get the idea to ignore her again. All the while she's re-thinking everything she has done—and is doing��to try and see where she messed up. She'll never show you that weakness though. No, you can't possibly know that you yourself are the one weakness Kim Jennie has. She scuffs at thinking about how powerful you'd feel. Because you are indeed powerful, especially when you have her wrapped around your finger.

Jisoo starts overthinking. She begins spiraling into all sorts of possibilities. Her first inclination is to believe your phone is turned off or dead, or perhaps you have busied yourself with other people. That brings her jealousy to life, burning an uncomfortably hot mess into her chest. Before she can go down that road for too long, it hits her. You're ignoring her. She knows you are ignoring her, and she can't bring herself to blame you. Why would you associate yourself with her when you are the ideology of perfection itself? She starts thinking she's foolish for ever attempting to contact you. No, she should wait until you call her. Until you need her. Cause she doesn't deserve the luxury of being able to talk with you whenever, she doesn't get to call you her friend. She scolds herself for ever putting herself on such a high pedestal next to you, for ever thinking that she deserves to breathe the same air as you.

Lisa thought it was odd. She could see you, right in front of her, with your phone in hand. Yet why did you cancel her call? You weren't busy, you were walking down the street. She got worried something might be wrong, perhaps you were sad or not in a good mood. The fear that she had done something to upset you presented itself to her and haunted her for the next few days. She wasn't going to force you into answering her calls or confront you about how you've been ignoring her. No, that'd just show you she's been following you. She'll give you more space, but if you don't get back to her soon... well. She might snap. And although she has such a strong reputation for being cool-headed and laid back, she's afraid of having to show you the truth. The truth being that when it comes to you, her lovely y/n, the entirety of her identity shreds, and a whole new person comes to light. A twisted one.

[aeiuwu]

rules and guidelines

please remember that first and foremost, this is a smut blog. i’m not against doing sfw requests, but that is not the main purpose of my blog.

the only groups i write for right now are itzy (minus yuna), twice, blackpink, red velvet, and aespa. any requests for other groups or yuna will be deleted.

just because you request something does not mean i’ll write it. i have a life outside of tumblr, which means that it may take a while for me to get to requests, and i’ll only write the ones that inspire me. you’re free to send an ask to make sure that i got it and tumblr didn’t eat it, but please do not harass me or send multiple asks for the same/similar request.

i also reserve the right to deny requests that make me uncomfortable, even if they don’t include one of the things listed below.

things i will not write are…

male idols!! this blog is for women only!!! (if you’d like to req/read for men you can do that on my main blog @hwangcore)

yandere/mafia/stalking

g!p

incest (or pseudo-incest)

male reader (gender neutral is okay)

anything to do with r*pe/non-consensual (i may write consensual-noncon, but it would depend heavily on the storyline/my headspace at the time)

religious themes of ANY kind (i.e. fucking in a church/place of worship, demon/angel AUs, etc.)

anal

anything to do with drugs/alcoholism

angst with no happy ending

unnie kink

anything about feet. just no.

member x member (poly relationships where two members are with reader and threesomes are okay, but i won’t be writing any member on member action)

blood/knife/gun play

anything to do with scat

watersports.

and it should go without saying that i will under no circumstances write smut or suggestive content for underage members.

[typingkpop]

blackpink series

click here ( x ) to go back to my main blackpink masterlist to check out my other works. legend: fluff [🖤], crack [🕶], angst [♟], smut [🔞], yandere [🔪]. ongoing [🎬], finished [📼], coming [🏴], discontinued [🔌] © typingkpop 2022.

— KIM JISOO

— KIM JENNIE

✎ "Lesson" [professor!jennie x collegestudent!reader] 🏴🔞♟

Kim Jennie is the name of the girl that has ruined your life. Ever since the first day she'd been out to get you, whether it's calling you out in the middle of the class, or holding you back after class to load you with extra work. Until one day you decide it's enough, that day you decided you should teach your professor a lesson

📎 : 1

��� PARK CHAEYOUNG

— LISA MANOBAN

— OT4

✎ "Thirsty tuesday" [ot4 x fem reader] 🏴🔞

Welcome to thirty Tuesday where you can be as thirsty as you'd like. Every Tuesday a new chapter will be unlocked for you to read. There will be four chapters in total. This series will be filled with filthy smut so you've been warned. Please read the warnings in each chapter before proceeding. And in this series the perspective will be from a female reader's. Have fun :)

📎: Jennie , Jisoo , Rosé , Lisa

✎ "Sinful sunday" [ot4 x male reader] 🏴🔞

Welcome to sinful sunday where you can read the sinful work I put up for you. This is a continuation for "thirty tuesday" but with a twist. Every Sunday a new chapter will be unlocked for you to read. There will be four chapters in total. This series will be filled with filthy smut so you've been warned. Please read the warnings in each chapter before proceeding. And in this series the perspective will be from a male reader's. Have fun :)

📎: Jennie , Jisoo , Rosé , Lisa

[rosiesandlilies]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬/𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

Hello everyone!! Just a quick announcement. My requests are open for anyone who has some ideas they want me to write. I’m fairly new to Tumblr (writing wise) so please bear if my writing isn’t good hahaah. I will write only Blackpink imagines so request which member you’d like and what the imagine is!

My rules are fairly simple, so here they are:

No underage requests. I won’t write underage readers x a blackpink member. So don’t go and ask me to write about a fourteen year old Y/N with a blackpink member.

No rape, sexualizing of rape fantasies, etc. I won’t take requests that have the pinks or a reader getting forced to do things.

No yandere. I don’t know how to write yandere well and am kinda uncomfortable with the idea of yandere since it’s lowkey fantasizing/sexualizing the idea of forcing ones self on someone else.

ALL FEMALE READERS. I don’t write for male readers.

Since I’m very new on tumblr as an author, I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or offended by writing g!p stories, so for that reason, I’ll try refraining from writing g!p stories. If g!p is included, it’ll probably be briefly mentioned if necessary.

I won’t write anything that has to do with self harm, depression, anxiety.

I won’t write member x member unless it’s Chaelisa (yes, I am a whore for them).

Since there are a lot of stories where the Blackpink members are the dominant/assertive/wears the pants in the relationship type, I’ll be writing the reader as the more dominant/assertive type.

Well, there’s that. I’ll probably add more rules if I can think of any but other than that, request all you want! I’m honestly open to writing whatever just as long as they follow the rules. I also like writing where the reader is the more dominant one so watch out for that bahahahahaha. Give me all you guys got, give me crazy, weird and perverted (not too perverted) requests and I’ll try to deliver.

- Rosies 🤍

[royalminari]

Hello to whoever stumbled upon my shitty blog, you guys can call me Romi~! I’m 22 and a trans male so my preferred pronouns are he/him so please be respectful. I’m also very playful and I may troll my followers so be on the look out for that lol. So I decided not to delete this account and I went on a long ass hiatus (not that anyone asked). I’ll most likely post whenever I feel like it but I’m actually online now so there’s that.

Groups I write for:

Red Velvet

Twice

Blackpink

Itzy

Mamamoo

What I will write:

SFW & NSFW

Member x Member

G!P

Angst

Fluff

What I won’t write:

Reader inserts

Non con/rape

Adult x Minor/Huge age gaps

Suicide or self-harm (both touchy subjects for me that I’d rather avoid)

Yandere

Ageplay

Petplay

Watersports/Vomit/Blood/Scat (basically anything to do with bodily fluids that isn’t cum)

Age regression

(Anything in bold, I may or may not write depending on the ask)

Might have to add more but that’s all I can think of as of right now.

Rules:

Please be patient with me, I like to take my time with writing because it’s my first time writing and I don’t want my writing to be too shitty

Please don’t read my smut unless you’re 18+

Please be specific when you request

Don’t be an asshole on my blog, I don’t tolerate that shit and I will tell you to fuck off and block you after one warning (just be respectful to everyone and we won’t have a problem)

Don’t steal my, or anyone else’s, work (this probably won’t be a problem for me cause my writing sucks lol but if someone is claiming my work as theirs, please report it to me in a respectful manner and I’ll handle it)

There’s more I want to add but this is what came to mind right now. Fail to follow these simple rules and I’ll block you, I really don’t have the patients to deal with assholes.

[elryuse]

Yandere ceo Jisoo x male reader who gives into her yandere side

My Boss Wants Me Like... Really Really Bad

Yandere CEO Jisoo X Male Reader

Jisoo had been watching Y/N for months. She'd first noticed him when he'd joined her team as a junior analyst. His bright eyes, his infectious smile, his sharp intellect – everything about him had captivated her. Jisoo had always been a woman of control, a CEO who demanded respect and obedience from her subordinates. But with Y/N, she found herself feeling something entirely different.

A flutter in her chest, a warmth in her stomach, a longing that she couldn't quite explain. It was a feeling she'd never experienced before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jisoo knew she was falling in love, but she was also terrified of what that might mean.

Y/N, oblivious to Jisoo's feelings, had grown to admire his CEO. He respected her intelligence, her leadership, and her unwavering dedication to her work. He had never considered her as anything more than his boss, but there was a certain spark between them that he couldn't quite ignore.

One day, as they were working late on a particularly challenging project, Jisoo found herself leaning in closer to Y/N. Her breath caught in her throat as their faces were mere inches apart. Y/N looked up at her, his eyes wide with surprise.

"I... I need to tell you something," Jisoo stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

Y/N leaned forward, his expression expectant. "What is it?"

Jisoo took a deep breath. "I... I'm in love with you," she finally admitted.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock. He had never expected to hear those words from his CEO. "Jisoo..." he began, his voice trembling.

Before he could finish, Jisoo leaned in and kissed him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, filled with a passion and intensity that Y/N had never experienced before.

Y/N pulled away, his heart pounding in his chest. "Jisoo..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jisoo took his hand. "I know this is sudden," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "But I couldn't keep it a secret any longer. I... I need you, Y/N."

Y/N was torn. He admired Jisoo, respected her, and even felt a certain attraction to her. But the idea of being in a relationship with his boss was both exciting and terrifying.

"I... I don't know what to say," he stammered.

Jisoo took his hand and held it tightly. "You don't have to say anything right now," she said. "Just think about it. I'll give you all the time you need."

As Y/N walked home that night, he couldn't stop thinking about Jisoo. He was drawn to her, to her intelligence, her strength, and her passion. But he was also afraid of what their relationship might mean.

In the weeks that followed, Jisoo became increasingly obsessed with Y/N. She spent hours analyzing his every move, his every word. She dreamt of him at night, imagining a future where they were together.

One evening, as Y/N was preparing to leave the office, Jisoo approached him. "Y/N," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I can't wait any longer."

Y/N looked at her, his heart pounding in his chest. "What do you mean?"

Jisoo stepped closer, her eyes filled with desire. "I mean that I need you, now," she whispered.

Before Y/N could react, Jisoo leaned in and kissed him. It was a passionate, intense kiss that left Y/N breathless. As she pulled away, she looked at him with a possessive glint in her eye.

"You're mine now, Y/N," she said. "Mine."

Their relationship had blossomed into a secret affair, a forbidden love that burned bright and passionate. Jisoo, the cold, calculating CEO, had revealed a softer side to Y/N, a side filled with vulnerability and desire. Y/N, in turn, had found himself drawn to Jisoo's intensity, her intelligence, and her unwavering devotion.

Their clandestine meetings were filled with stolen kisses, whispered secrets, and a sense of forbidden excitement. They met in secluded corners of the office, in the quiet of the CEO's private suite, and even in the backseat of Jisoo's car. Their love was a dangerous game, a secret they had to keep hidden from the world.

One day, a new employee joined their team. Her name was Hera, and she was immediately drawn to Y/N. She was young, beautiful, and full of energy, and she seemed determined to win him over.

Jisoo watched with growing unease as Hera made her move. She saw the way Hera looked at Y/N, the way she laughed at his jokes, the way she flirted with him openly. A wave of jealousy washed over Jisoo, a feeling she had never experienced before.

Y/N, oblivious to Jisoo's discomfort, seemed to enjoy Hera's attention. He found her company refreshing, her energy invigorating. Jisoo watched as they interacted, her heart aching with a mixture of love and possessiveness.

One evening, after the office had closed, Jisoo cornered Y/N in her private suite. "What's going on between you and Hera?" she demanded, her voice low and menacing.

Y/N was taken aback by Jisoo's sudden outburst. "Nothing's going on," he replied defensively.

Jisoo stepped closer, her eyes filled with a dangerous glint. "Don't lie to me," she said. "I know what I saw."

Y/N tried to explain, but Jisoo wasn't listening. She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. "You're mine, Y/N," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Mine and only mine."

As she spoke, Jisoo's eyes darkened, taking on a chilling intensity. Y/N felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew that Jisoo was serious, and he was terrified of what she might do.

Before he could react, Jisoo leaned in and kissed him. It was a passionate, possessive kiss that left Y/N breathless. As she pulled away, she looked at him with a determined expression.

"You're mine, and I won't let anyone take you away from me," she said. "Understand?"

Y/N nodded, his voice barely a whisper. He knew that he was in over his head, but he was also strangely exhilarated. The danger, the passion, the intensity – it was all too intoxicating.

Jisoo's obsession with Y/N had reached new heights. She was no longer content with their secret affair. She wanted the world to know that Y/N was hers.

Whenever they were alone, Jisoo would drag Y/N into her office, her eyes burning with passion. She would devour him with kisses, her touch rough and possessive. She marked him with hickeys, a visible sign of her ownership.

Y/N was initially hesitant to submit to Jisoo's demands. He knew that their relationship was dangerous, but he was also drawn to the intensity of her passion.

As Jisoo's behavior escalated, Y/N began to feel trapped. He was afraid to resist her, afraid of what she might do. He felt like a prisoner in his own life, a puppet on a string.

One evening, as they were alone in Jisoo's office, Y/N finally confronted her. "This can't go on," he said, his voice trembling.

Jisoo looked at him with a cold, calculating expression. "Why not?" she asked.

"Because it's wrong," Y/N replied. "It's unhealthy. It's... it's abusive."

Jisoo scoffed. "Abusive?" she repeated. "You're the one who's been begging for my touch."

Y/N's heart sank. He knew that Jisoo was right. He had been drawn to her intensity, to her possessiveness. But now he realized that it was unhealthy, that it was dangerous.

"I can't do this anymore," he said, his voice firm.

Jisoo's eyes narrowed. "You can't leave me," she said, her voice low and menacing.

Y/N nodded. "Yes I can."

Jisoo took a step forward, her hand reaching out to grab his arm. But before she could touch him, Y/N stepped back. "Don't," he warned.

Jisoo looked at him with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "You dare to defy me?" she said.

Y/N nodded. "I'm done."

With that, Y/N turned and walked out of the office. He knew that he was making a dangerous decision, but he also knew that it was the only way to break free from Jisoo's control.

Y/N knew that leaving Jisoo was the right decision, but it was also a terrifying one. He had no idea what she might do if he tried to break free from her grasp.

As he left the office that night, he felt a sense of relief and fear. Relief that he was finally free, fear that Jisoo might try to hurt him.

In the weeks that followed, Y/N kept a low profile. He avoided the office, he changed his phone number, and he moved to a new apartment. But he knew that Jisoo wouldn't give up easily.

One day, as Y/N was walking home from the grocery store, he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He turned around, his heart pounding in his chest.

There, standing behind him, was Jisoo. "Where have you been?" she demanded, her voice low and menacing.

Y/N tried to break free, but Jisoo's grip was too strong. "Let me go," he pleaded.

Jisoo shook her head. "Never," she said. "You're mine, Y/N. Mine and only mine."

Y/N struggled against her, but it was no use. Jisoo was stronger than he was. She dragged him back to her apartment, her eyes filled with a dangerous glint.

Once inside, Jisoo locked the door behind them. "You're not going anywhere," she said.

Y/N tried to reason with her, but it was useless. Jisoo was determined to keep him as her prisoner.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N began to realize that he missed Jisoo. He missed the intensity of their passion, the thrill of their forbidden love. He missed the way she looked at him, the way she touched him.

One night, as he lay awake in bed, Y/N decided that he couldn't live without Jisoo. He loved her, flaws and all.

The next day, he went to Jisoo's apartment. He didn't know what she would say, but he was determined to face her.

When he arrived, Jisoo was waiting for him. She looked at him with a mixture of anger and hope. "Why are you here?" she asked.

Y/N took a deep breath. "I'm here because I love you," he said. "I know what I did was wrong, but I can't live without you."

Jisoo's eyes softened. She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him. "I love you too," she whispered.

As they held each other, Y/N knew that their relationship was far from over. But he was also determined to make it work, to build a future together that was based on love, respect, and trust.

Y/N had finally come to terms with Jisoo's yandere nature. He understood that her possessiveness was a part of who she was, and he was willing to accept it.

Their relationship was far from normal. Jisoo continued to be fiercely protective of Y/N, often going to extreme lengths to ensure that he was always by her side. She marked him with hickeys, kept him on a tight leash, and demanded his undivided attention.

Despite the challenges, Y/N found himself drawn to Jisoo's intensity. He loved the way she looked at him, the way she touched him, the way she made him feel.

One evening, as they were lying in bed, Jisoo turned to Y/N. "I'm so glad you're mine," she said, her voice filled with love and possessiveness.

Y/N smiled. "I'm glad too," he replied.

As they held each other, Y/N knew that their relationship was far from perfect. But he also knew that it was the only relationship he had ever truly wanted.

- The End -

[elryuse]

Yandere mafia rose x male reader who likes to make her jealous

Mafia's Lover

Yandere Mafia Rosé X Male Reader

The world was a blur of red and pain. I remember the cold metal biting into my flesh, the acrid tang of blood filling my senses. A lifetime ago, it seemed. I was a ghost in my own body, a hollow shell drifting through a crimson haze. Then, he appeared. Y/n. An oasis in the desert, a beacon in the storm. His hands, gentle as a summer rain, tended to my wounds. His eyes, filled with a compassion I’d never known, held me together.

In that vulnerability, I found a strength I never knew existed. I clung to him, to the warmth of his touch, the steady rhythm of his breath. In those stolen moments, love bloomed in my heart, a defiant flower pushing through the concrete of my world. But my world was a harsh mistress. A world of shadows, where loyalty was a chain, and betrayal a death sentence. I couldn’t drag him into that darkness. I had to let him go, even as it tore me apart.

Months turned into an endless winter. The world was a monochrome canvas of gray, devoid of color, devoid of hope. But then, a flicker of life, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I needed to see him, to feel the warmth of his presence once more.

And there he was, my heart aching at the sight. Surrounded by a flock of giggling girls, he was a sun radiating warmth. A sun that should have been mine alone. Rage, a venomous serpent, coiled in my gut. How dare they? How dare they infiltrate my world, my Y/n?

I watched him through the binoculars, a silent voyeur to a scene that was both beautiful and agonizing. His laughter, once a melody reserved for me, was now shared with others. A bitter taste rose in my mouth, a cocktail of jealousy and longing.

I had to have him back. Not just for the love I felt, but for the control, the power it gave me. I was a queen in a kingdom of shadows, and he was my crown jewel.

The next day, I stood at his door, my heart a drumbeat of anticipation and fear. The moment he opened the door, my world shifted. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, a raw pain that mirrored my own. It was intoxicating.

“I missed you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. But my hands, they spoke a different language. They wrapped around his, a possessive claim. His wince was music to my ears.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, my voice low, a purr of menace.

His eyes, wide with fear, were exactly what I wanted. He was trapped, a bird caught in my web.

“Those girls don’t deserve you,” I hissed, my voice laced with venom. “All you need is me. And only me.”

With a decisive pull, I dragged him inside, closing the door on the world. We were alone, two souls caught in a tempestuous dance of love, obsession, and control.

His fear was a sweet nectar, fueling my desire. He was mine now, completely and utterly. I would mold him, shape him into the perfect reflection of my desires. The world outside could wait. This was our moment, our world. A world of two.

I ran my fingers through his hair, the softness a stark contrast to the storm raging within me. His eyes held a mixture of fear and something else, something I couldn’t quite decipher. It intrigued me.

"Remember when I was weak, and you were my strength?" I asked, my voice soft, almost seductive. His eyes flickered, a silent acknowledgement. "I gave you everything, Y/n. My trust, my love, even a part of myself."

I paused, letting the words sink in. "And what did I get in return? Betrayal."

His lips parted to speak, but I silenced him with a gesture.

"Don't," I warned. "Your words are meaningless now."

I leaned in close, my breath warm against his skin. "Now, it's my turn to shape our destiny."

I could feel his fear, a delicious tremor running through him. It was intoxicating. I wanted to break him, to rebuild him in my image. And then, I would possess him completely. Body and soul.

I smiled, a predator's grin. The game had just begun.

A week had passed since I dragged him into this gilded cage I called home. In those seven days, I had transformed from the predator to the caretaker. I cooked, I cleaned, I tended to his every need. I had become the woman I had always pretended to be, the one I thought he wanted. And to my surprise, he seemed to be thawing.

The fear in his eyes had gradually been replaced by a hesitant trust. His body, once tense and rigid, now relaxed under my touch. It was a slow, insidious process, but I was patient. He was mine to keep, and I would ensure it.

I watched him sleep, his face serene in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. There was a vulnerability in his slumber that made my heart ache with a strange tenderness. This was the man who had saved me, the man who had ignited a fire within my soul. And now, he was mine.

Morning brought with it a new routine. I would wake him with soft kisses, the scent of coffee and toast filling the air. His sleepy smile was a reward I craved. We would spend the mornings together, lazy and intimate. I would read to him, my voice a soothing melody that seemed to calm his spirit.

In the afternoons, I would teach him about the world beyond his sheltered existence. He was fascinated by the stories of my life, the danger, the thrill. I painted a picture of a world that was both terrifying and exhilarating, and he listened with rapt attention.

As the days turned into a week, I began to see a change in him. The fear was fading, replaced by a quiet strength. He was learning to rely on me, to trust me. And in that trust, I found a love I never knew existed.

One evening, as we sat by the fireplace, I took his hand in mine. "You are safe here, Y/n," I whispered, my voice soft as velvet. "No one can hurt you."

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion I couldn't fathom. "I know," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

I leaned in, our lips brushing together. It was a tentative kiss, filled with unspoken promises. When we pulled apart, I could feel the shift, a seismic change in the dynamics between us. He was no longer the terrified victim. He was becoming my equal.

My world, once a monochromatic canvas of black and white, was now painted with a thousand hues. There was still the darkness, the undercurrent of my past, but it was no longer the dominant force. Love, a foreign concept, was now a vibrant part of my life.

Time passed, and I managed to extricate myself from the underworld. The life of a mafia boss was not one I wanted anymore. I wanted a quiet life, a simple life, with Y/n by my side.

We opened a small cafe, a sanctuary away from the chaos of the world. It was a world away from the life I had once known. But in this new reality, I found a happiness I never thought possible.

Y/n thrived in his new role. He was a natural with people, his smile a beacon of warmth. And as always, he attracted attention. Young girls would flock to the cafe, their eyes sparkling with admiration. I watched him interact with them, the same warmth and kindness he had shown me.

A pang of jealousy would sometimes strike, a ghost of my past self. But then he would catch my eye, and with a playful wink, he would send the jealousy packing. I would smile, a mixture of love and amusement.

One evening, as the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the cafe, I found myself watching him. He was laughing with a group of young customers, his eyes sparkling with mirth. I felt a surge of protectiveness, a remnant of my past life.

I walked over to him, my arms wrapping around his waist from behind. He turned, his smile widening. "Jealous, my love?" he teased.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Maybe a little," I admitted.

He chuckled, pulling me closer. "You're mine, remember?" he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

I turned in his arms, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. As we pulled apart, I looked into his eyes, seeing the love and adoration reflected there. I was home.

Days turned into weeks, months, and years. Our love deepened, a rich tapestry woven with threads of passion, trust, and companionship. The cafe became more than just a place of business; it was our sanctuary, a testament to our love story.

And as I watched the world change around us, one thing remained constant: my love for Y/n. He was my everything, my beginning and my end. And in the quiet moments, as we sat together in the warmth of our cafe, I knew I had found my happily ever after.

The end.

[aphroditelovesu]

💗 🍁😰Yandere rose x clingy male reader

[💗] - ‘’I just want to love you until the day we both stop breathing.’’ [🍁] - ‘’Everything without you is so dull, lifeless and lonely. I will never let you go, because you are what color my life.’’ [😰] - ‘’If you leave me I will kill myself.’���

❝tw: mention of suicide.

You and Rosé were lying in your bed, in the room you shared in your house. Your arms were around her waist and her head was resting on your chest. Your fingers caressed your girlfriend's bare skin.

"I love you." Rosé murmured, tucking her head into your neck. You smiled. The soft light of the room enveloped the two of you, creating an intimate and peaceful moment.

"I love you too." You whispered back, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. Comfortable silence filled the space as you just enjoyed each other's presence.

Rosé smiled at your words and kissed your neck gently. She raised her head and stared into your eyes, her soft expression turning serious.

"You know if something happened to you I would go crazy, right?" She asked, looking at your face seriously. You stared at her hesitantly.

"I know." You said and brought your hand up to her face, stroking it, "I would go crazy too if something happened to you."

Rosé's eyes shone with tenderness at your words, as she gently pressed her hand against your face.

"Promise me that you will always take care of me, even when you are away from me." She asked in a soft but firm voice.

You nodded, feeling your chest tighten at the seriousness of the moment, "I promise." You said sincerely, sealing your words with a light kiss on her lips. The love between you was palpable, and this exchange of promises only strengthened it.

Rosé laughed happily and grabbed you tighter, squeezing you. You laughed at that. One thing that always worked between you was how affectionate and clingy you both were.

"Ah! Rosie, you're choking me." You commented, hugging her back tightly.

Rosé looked at you, "I just want to love you until the day we both stop breathing."

You felt a slight shiver at her words but decided to ignore it. You tilted her head and kissed her softly on the lips. Rosé kissed you with the same softness, as light as a feather and as sweet as her.

Rosé pressed her forehead against yours and looked straight into your eyes, "Everything without you is so dull, lifeless and lonely." Rosé whispered against your lips, "I will never let you go, because you are what color my life."

Her words wrapped around your body like a warm hug, making your heart beat with renewed intensity. Each syllable carried an emotional weight that reverberated within you, touching parts of your being that previously lay dormant. The love you felt for this woman, Rosé, was a burning flame that lit up every dark corner of your soul, flooding it with indescribable joy.

"I feel the same way." You said, kissing her mouth again but this time it was more passionate. Rosé reciprocated with the same passion and devotion.

The kiss was an explosion of contained passion, a fiery expression of the love that overflowed between the two of you. The lips met in a perfect fit, each movement filled with desire and surrender. Under the sweetness of the touch, the intensity grew, and soon the tongues met in a sensual touch, dancing in harmony as if they were an extension of each other.

Rosé climbed on top of you, her body molding to yours in a natural and familiar way. Your hands found her hips, holding her firmly but gently, as if you wanted to protect her and at the same time merge with her.

When you broke apart in need of air, Rosé whispered against your lips, "Never leave me."

You looked at her, your eyes shining with doubt. Rosé took this the wrong way, however. She pursed her lips and said, "If you leave me I will kill myself."

Rosé's words registered in your mind and you swallowed hard, unable to help but feel uncomfortable with the weight of them. But you wouldn't let her know that, you didn't want to hurt her, and besides, you didn't plan on leaving her.

You were too involved to even think about breaking up with her.

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[aphroditelovesu]

💗💓yandere Lisa x male reader imagine

❝💗❞ - "I just want to love you until the day we both stop breathing."

❝💓❞ - "I love you more than you can imagine. Please don't doubt or belittle my feelings."

❝tw: possessive behavior, mention of overprotection, dub-con at the end.

Being Lalisa Manoban's boyfriend had its advantages and disadvantages. Most of the time it was just the pluses but there were days when you thought about the minuses.

And today was one of those days.

You loved her, you really did, but sometimes it was hard to deal with your girlfriend's overprotective behavior.

Lisa was an amazing woman and you considered yourself lucky to be loved by her, but at times it was exhausting to deal with her paranoia. She was so controlling and protective that it made you angry at times.

You couldn't do many things because she considered it "dangerous". Hell, sometimes she doesn't want to let you go to the bathroom alone.

Many times you questioned whether it was still worth it, whether it was worth continuing with her. But you couldn't break up with her, you loved her and you learned to love Lisa's possessive way. You were addicted to her, her scent, her touch. You always felt loved when Lisa was with you.

And it was amazing to feel loved. You could sometimes even feel like a god at how much this woman worships you. And damn, you loved it. It felt good to be so loved and cherished and the fact that she was the most beautiful woman you'd ever met was just a bonus.

"(Y/N)?"

You put those thoughts out of your head the moment you heard your girlfriend's voice. You smiled weakly as she sat down next to you on the couch, hugging you to the side and laying her head on your shoulders. She was so adorable.

"Hi...." You murmured and kissed her softly, pulling away soon.

Lisa frowned and looked at you with concern.

"What's wrong, my love? Are you sick? In pain? Did someone do something to you?!" Her tone became more and more demanding with each word she uttered and you sighed loudly.

She worried a lot and for no reason.

"I'm fine, love. Nobody did anything to me, I was just thinking." You shrugged and Manoban's beautiful features relaxed at your words.

"Thinking about what?" She seemed genuinely curious and you internally debated whether to speak the truth.

But in the end you decided it was better to tell the truth. You wanted this relationship to work and hiding important things like that is not how you're going to achieve that.

You cleared your throat and looked into your girlfriend's brown eyes. You caressed her face lovingly and Lisa leaned in for your touch.

"I...I've been thinking about our relationship." You admitted still touching her face.

Lisa opened her eyes and stared at you, "Thinking about what? Our future marriage? Our future children?" She warmed to the idea of ​​starting a family with you.

You smiled inwardly at her enthusiasm.

"No... We're not there yet." You laughed and she shrugged, "But I was thinking about... Well, everything we are."

Lisa just stared at you, not understanding where you were going with this conversation.

"I thought about your, uh, overprotective and possessive behavior."

Lisa arched an eyebrow and leaned against the couch.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you're very protective and jealous and I feel uncomfortable about that sometimes." You muttered, feeling disturbed that Lisa still kept her expression calm.

She was silent for a few minutes, looking at your face as if you had two heads. When you were going to say something, she broke the silence.

"I love you more than you can imagine." She said seriously, "Please don't doubt or belittle my feelings."

You blinked. "What? Lisa, I'm not belittling your feelings, but it's just-"

She stopped you by putting a finger in your mouth.

"I love you more than anything! Why do you keep being so stupid?" She snarled and held your face tightly, "I'll do anything for you and you're so ungrateful!"

You were silent.

"Everything I do has a reason! I protect you because the world is dangerous and there are bad people who can hurt you and I will never allow that as long as I'm alive!" Lisa was practically screaming, "There's nothing wrong with the way I love you! I'm doing what every girlfriend does, so why can't you be satisfied with it?!"

"You know that's not it!" You said, getting irritated by her sudden outburst.

"So what is it?" She was staring at you with fury in her eyes and you felt scared. That was the first time you felt genuine fear of Lisa.

"You're suffocating me!"

Lisa's eyes widened and she pushed you onto the sofa, making you lie down and she climbed into your lap, looking into your face seriously.

"Am I?" She laughed, "Good."

You started to panic at the scary expression on Lisa's face. She looked ready to do something she definitely wouldn't regret and it scared the shit out of you.

"I just want to love you until the day we both stop breathing." She chuckled and kissed you hard. You moaned in surprise and tried to pull away, but Lisa held you in place, kissing you with overwhelming passion and desire.

It would do no good to fight it. You belonged to her and always would. You finally closed your eyes and succumbed to Lisa's obsession.

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Stockholm syndrome.

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[aphroditelovesu]

😈Jealous yandere Rosé x male reader scenario 

❝😈❞- ‘’I thought I showed you that you belong only to me.’’

tw: yandere themes, possessive and obsessive behavior, jealousy, mention of murder, threats, unhealthy relationship, slight nsfw, dub-con (?).

It was another one of those nights that you hoped would go smoothly, or at least, without unnecessary fights or any more drama. The only thing you wanted at the moment was this, peace and quiet.

It was a shame none of that happened in your troubled relationship.

Of course, you knew what you were getting into, but it was still hard to deal with. Being in a relationship where you can't end it because your girlfriend is possessive and delusional to the point of being dangerous to others around her isn't exactly ideal, but you liked her. Maybe you even loved her and even if you wanted to, you couldn't leave her. She wouldn't allow that.

''(Y/N)!'' You got up from the couch you were lying on the moment you heard your name called in a certain urgency. The moment you got to your feet, Rosé entered the room with a warm smile, but something alerted you. You didn't know what it was but you knew something was wrong.

''Hey, Rosie…'' You murmured, feeling uncomfortable under Park's intense gaze. ''What happened?''

''Why do you think something happened?'' She questioned you, sitting down on the couch and pulling you along in the process. You gasped in surprise when she sat up on your lap suddenly, staring at you.

''You looked kind of upset, that's all.'' Your hands went to her long blonde hair, stroking the strands through your fingers. You loved how they looked, it suited her so much.

''And why would that be?'' She questioned you, taking your face in her hands and forcing you to look her into the eyes. Yes, you were right, something was wrong. ''Maybe it has to do with that bitch you were talking to earlier today?''

''Huh? Who are you talking about?'' You got nervous, swallowing hard.

''Don't pretend you don't know who I'm talking about!'' She snapped, but continued to sit in your lap. By this point, you had broken out in a cold sweat.

''Are you talking about… my cousin?'' She was the only person you could think of, since other than Rosé, your cousin was the only person you had contact with all day.

Rosé nodded, pouting. She had always been very jealous and she hated to admit it, but this was just ridiculous. You had spoken to your cousin about her pregnancy, no big deal, so you didn't understand why your girlfriend was so irritated.

''Why are you mad about this? She's just my cousin, you know, and I was asking about when her due day would be.''

''Still! The two of you being from the same family doesn't mean something else can't happen…'' She growled suddenly, pulling you into a demanding kiss. You moaned in the kiss, feeling Rosé's tongue enter your mouth. She took a deep breath after you pulled away. ''I thought I showed you that you belong only to me.''

''But I'm yours…'' Your voice cracked, as you felt Rosé start to get rid of your shirt, exposing your chest. She smiled like a predator and started to suck on your neck, leaving marks that would be impossible to hide. Her hands roamed over your bare torso, reaching the waistband of your sweatpants. She kissed you one more time, and got up from your lap, and started pulling your pants down.

You held your breath after Rosé removed your underwear, leaving you completely naked. ''You're only mine, (Y/N). I'll make you remember that.'' Rosé brought her hands to your erection, curling her fingers into the hot flesh.

You moaned softly, feeling her masturbate you. She knew you very well and knew all your weaknesses and she wasn't hesitant to use them. Suddenly, Rosé stopped touching you and grabbed your face tightly, digging her nails into your chin. You looked at her confused and a little scared.

''You will never speak to your cousin again, understand? Or I swear I will kill her.'' When you didn't answer, she squeezed harder making you grunt. ''Did you understand well?'' You nodded, feeling intimidated.

She smiled warmly and gave you a short kiss. ''Good boy. Now we can get back to what really matters.'' She purred and went back to what she was doing before.

Again, pleasure numbed your mind and you just obeyed her. This wasn't the first time Rosé had done this and you knew it wouldn't be the last. She wouldn't stop until she was the only woman in your life.