#yandere giselle

[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!"

[dollfacedsl1ut]

can I request prompt 15 + giselle

Prompt + “Stop giving me that look, stop looking at me like I’m some monster”

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Content : yandere themes, obsession, gi has a knife, abduction!?!??

word count : 187

a/n : you don’t understand my obsession with this woman..

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“You can’t do this to me” you cried aloud your body shook at you sat on the wooden chair trapped in Giselles dirty and cold basement, she paced around you with a knife clenched in her hand “I’m doing this for you! for us y/n” she gripped her hair tightly trying to sooth her headache you stared at her in a mixture of disgust and sadness “stop giving me that look” she glances at your trembling body tied to the chair “like what-“ your voice cracked “stop looking at me like I’m some sort of monster” she walked over to you kneeling down “tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it…but I can’t let you go” her knife rested on your knee as she looked into your eyes with a crazed look she didn’t understand why you were being so difficult and mean she was nothing but nice to you hell, she kept you conscious at least if you didn’t love her now she would do anything to make you submit to her even if that means hurting loved ones closest to you..

[youcantf1ndher]

!favorite season ﾟ୨ৎ*･ﾟ

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[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Breaking Up with Giselle

(Yan!Giselle x GN Reader)

******

“YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT! ARE YOU TOO BLIND TO SEE THAT I AM CLEARLY THEIR GIRLFRIEND?!? Don’t worry too much though. I like people who are unable to see my baby and you won’t be seeing anything real soon.”

******

Congratulations! You fucked up big time.

Somehow you managed to pick the only route where you see from your own two eyes Giselle’s “hobby.” And trust me, that isn’t a good thing. Killing anyone who poses a threat to “stealing” you from her isn’t something you would expect your girlfriend, well, ex-girlfriend, to be capable of.

She would have too many emotions going on in her head when you announced you were breaking up with her. She wouldn’t move, even as you walked away from her. 

You gained Giselle’s love and trust the moment she met you. Then you decided to figuratively stab her in the back. It’s almost funny how she manages to cry as much as her victims do when she literally stabs them in the back. Don’t worry though, she won’t stop loving you. She trusts you just as much as she did before the breakup, but realizes how naive you truly are. It’s endearing really. You poor thing. You must have been manipulated till you couldn’t tell the difference between left from right. She wasn’t the type of girlfriend who you have to stay with 24/7. As much as she loved you, you both had your own lives. As long as you were thinking about her and made her feel like the only girl in the world when you were together, she was fine. Now she sees where she messed up. 

In her eyes, she clearly hadn’t done a good enough job with keeping you safe and to herself. Don’t worry too much though. She always fixes her mistakes, starting off with who you are leaving her for. If you really do have a new girlfriend, it’s much easier for Giselle. If you don’t, she will find some girl who clearly is your new girlfriend despite their objections. Maybe that coworker who called you to switch shifts with or if you’re still in school, that classmate who asked you what she missed when she was absent. Whoever it is will get shot in front of you. The girl doesn’t need an explanation, she already knows what she did wrong. 

Giselle will keep you locked up until you start loving her like you used to. She needs to cleanse your mind from the manipulation. If you behave during the process, she will keep you in a nice furnished basement with no need of being tied up. You have full access to everything and it’s just like a normal home. The only differences are that the only door out is locked, no windows, and the indoor cameras seem to follow your every move. It won’t be too hard to forget about that though. There are plenty of games and activities to bond with your girlfriend with!

If you misbehave though, you will be staying in a cold, dark storage room. You will be upgraded to the basement once you stop hurting her feelings. You wouldn’t be able to move an inch with the way you were tied up. If you were able to move,, your fingertips would have been able to touch the wall across from you while leaning against the door. It would be a claustrophobic nightmare. To go to the bathroom or eat, you had to yell out how much you needed Giselle. This way you can be trained to start relying on her again. It’s a mocking sight to see her open the door with the biggest smile greeting you. With the only light source coming from her direction that she almost looked like a heavenly angel. 

If you decided to be a total brat and be mad at her for getting rid of the obstacle in your relationship, she might start to lose some patience. If she had enough of you being ungrateful, she would explode at you. She wouldn’t touch you while she’s mad in fear of hurting you. It would be your first time hearing her yell because she is usually her calmest with you around. After she finishes her rant, she would look down and take a deep breath. Looking back up, she would start smiling at you once again, calling you silly and how you shouldn’t talk to your girlfriend like this. 

Once you start to get your act together and are ready for the outside world again, she will remind you not to leave her. If you do, she will pay your family and friends a visit. If you do anything that makes her think that you are straying away from her love, she whispers your parent’s address in your ear. She has also made arrangements to get rid of your family if you try to call the police on her. She won’t be arrested for long anyways considering the fact that you don’t have proof that she did anything. She covers her tracks well. Besides, she can buy the silence of a few corrupt cops. What can’t money do?

Finally, you two can live happily ever after. Fate has already told her you were destined for each other. 

Just you and Giselle. 

******

“THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T LOVE ME! WE HAVE BEEN IN LOVE THE MOMENT WE MET EACH OTHER AND YOU ARE TRYING TO THROW THAT ALL AWAY! I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU GET RID OF ALL THE MANIPULATIONS THAT BITCH HAS BEEN TELLING YOU! I GOT RID OF HER FOR US AND THIS IS HOW YOU REACT?!?” 

*Giselle breaths calmly*

“Babe, you know you shouldn’t be this mean to your girlfriend. It makes me sad. Since I’m your girlfriend, it hurts when you joke like this. Don’t do it again. It was silly of me to see it as anything other than a joke.” 

******

Subby Anon :3

I will repeat myself, but, subby Anon, you're really talented in writing. You should definitely open your own blog, because you would have success, I'm sure about it.

Other than that, yeah, yandere Giselle is a freaking Psycho, and not in the Red Velvet way. This could easily be the transcription of something that really happened, because it's so much realistic.

But, Hey, subby Anon, I know that you like it, despite being a walking-talking Red flag.

Lots of love bestie ❤️

Zazá

[darkbluekies]

The track runner reader fic w/Silas got me thinking👀

Hear me out okay..

Ballerina reader x Silas

How would he react to see her practice,her shows

Swan lake, Giselle..

Italian fouettés, Entrechat quatre x3 royale, Developpe A la Seconde etc

Yk the high extensions,leg holds the whole shebang

Just a thot👀

Stolen part

Yandere!mafia x fem!reader

Summary: you've finally been granted to do ballet, but when Silas sees you upset, everything turns into a nightmare

Warnings: yandere, mentions of blood, broken bones, a lot of guilt and confusion, panic attack(?), reader just feeling horrible

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I took some creative liberty with your request, I hope that's okay. And uh, I know 0 about ballet, so take this with a handful of salt<3

One performance — that’s the deal. One single performance and then you’ll go back to normal life. You nearly fainted when he told you that you could do one dance, after months and months of begging, pleading and crying. You almost started threatening him when you became desperate enough. 

“Well … we’re here”, Silas sighs as his men stop the car. “You know the rules, don’t you? Do we have to go through them again?”

“No, I know them”, you smile. 

You take his hand while exiting the car. Silas smiles and squeezes your hand softly. It’s worth all the trouble, he tells himself. If you’re happy, then it’s all worth it.

When you enter the practice room, you’re met by a dozen other girls wearing the same clothes as you. It’s been such a long time ago that you’ve felt so … included. There’s a certain feeling about wearing the same thing that creates a unity you can’t explain. 

“Run along”, Silas tells you, giving you a small push towards the group. 

He walks over to the instructor. He can tell right away that she knows who he is. He braces himself. She can either call the police or let him go. If she decides to call the police, he’ll have to create a blood bath and snatch you back in the car. 

“Can I have a word with you?” Silas asks politely. 

“Sure”, the woman answers hesitantly. 

“I can tell by the look on your face that you know very well who I am, so I want to make a deal with you.”

“What type of deal?”

“If you don’t call the cops on me and give my girlfriend an honest chance — because I know that she’s magnificent — I will fund your entire club. All clothes, all expenses, all props, venue, is on me. Fair?”

The woman thinks for a moment. Silas know that the club is underfunded. He knows that she has to agree.

“Okay”, the woman says shortly. 

“Good”, Silas replies and waves at you to come over. 

You skip over with sparkling eyes. He pulls you in to kiss him, in front of everybody. His kisses are always controlled by him, but they always show extremely much love for you, a deep hunger nothing can satisfy. 

“My men will stay to supervise, to make sure nothing happens to you”, he says and gives you another kiss. “Have fun now, little thing. I’ll see you soon.”

You nod. Silas squeezes your shoulder, gives the group of ballerinas a warning stare and then leaves. 

You return to the group. The people who knows who Silas is give you nervous gazes and the ones who don’t look at you with jealousy. 

Well, this is starting off great, you’ll absolutely make many friends.

Time goes on. Silas enjoys seeing the wise smile on your face every time you exit the building after a practice. Every time you’re in practice, he takes the opportunity to do some errands. He always makes sure to come pick you up clean, never covered in blood. 

But one day, you’re crying when you meet him. His heart drops in an instant and he thinks that putting you in ballet was a mistake. It wasn’t worth it at all. 

“What happened, baby?” he asks worriedly and takes you in his arms. “What did they do to you?”

You struggle to talk through your violent sobs. He believes that you’re having a panic attack, but you can still move relatively well. Silas grabs your shoulders and waves at his men to come over. 

“Y/N, what did they do to you?” he asks and looks at his men. “Did any of the others hurt her?”

The men shake their heads. 

“Y/N!” Silas says sharply. 

“I-I didn’t … get … the ... lead role”, you manage to get out through your sobs. 

You know it’s silly, of course. Honestly. It’s childish to cry over not being the main character, but this was your only chance to be on stage before you’ll get pulled back into capture. You’ll never have this much freedom again. It’s embarrassing to cry about this, and you know that very well, but they don’t know how much you’ve suffered to even be in the practice room. 

“You didn’t?” Silas asks shortly. 

“No”, you cry. 

Silas turns to his men and hands you to one of them. 

“Bring her to the car”, he says. “I will be back soon.”

He disappears into the building. The practice room is empty, apart from the constructor who is cleaning up after today's class.

“Oh”, she says, noticing him. “Can I help you?”

“If you're smart, you can”, Silas says coldly. “I heard that Y/N didn't get the lead role. I'm just wondering why?”

“She wasn't exactly what I had in mind for this particular role … I mean, she's extremely good, but just not what I had in mind when I visualized the lead. She's a runner up, though.”

Not good enough, Silas thinks.

“Okay”, he says and nods. “I see.”

Without waiting for an answer, he turns around and leaves. Anger is burning through his chest. Seeing you so upset makes him see red. He would burn down the entire world for you to watch you smile. He walks back to the car where you sit in the backseat and the two men in the front. 

“Hey, baby”, he smiles and sits down beside you. “Are you feeling better? Should we get some food on the way home?”

You nod. Silas smiles and wipes your tears. His men are forced to hear how he sucks the air out of you in the backseat. He devours your lips, trying to comfort both you and himself. He holds you in his arms, letting you cry. The more you cry, the more embarrassed you feel. You’re ashamed because you can’t understand why you are so upset over it. It’s just a role, you’ll still be on stage, won’t you? Is it because you think that you’re better than the others? That you deserve the position of the lead? Do you deserve it because you’re so good or because this is your only chance? The others have many more opportunities to get the role you want, why can’t you just get one? You’ll never be seen again, why can’t you get it?

Why are you thinking like this? You’re not entitled to anything. Has Silas imprinted the narrative that you’re so special, so wonderful that deeply into your brain? Do you believe that you’re this special, one of a kind person that deserve everything because you’re so special? 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Silas asks, caressing your cheek. “You look so thoughtful. Let me in.”

“I- … I- …”, you start, but can’t seem to talk — you can’t even formulate your own thoughts.

“Breathe, baby. It’s okay, you’re with me now.”

“I am breathing … I just …”

“Just …?”

You shake your head. 

“Just hungry”, you lie. “And tired.”

“It’s okay, you’ll get some food soon”, Silas promises and kisses your lips once again. “We’ll stop by McDonald’s.”

You get your food and you eat together with Silas in your bedroom, but you can’t stop thinking about the lump in your stomach. Why are you so upset? Why can’t you put words on your feelings? 

You lay awake the entire night in your empty bed (because Silas is out working) and think. Crying over not getting the lead role won’t make you enjoy the last few weeks in the club. Ballet is your true love, you should do everything you can to enjoy it — specifically because you’ll not get it back. You should be happy with your role — you’re even a runner up! That’s fantastic. You breathe out. Ease sets into your heart. It doesn’t matter what role you get, as long as you have fun. 

When you enter the practice room the next time, you can tell that something is wrong right away. The girl who got the lead part … has crutches. You feel a shiver run down your back. Mortified, you shake your head. Silas. He must have done something to give you the lead role, that you so desperately wanted. He never got to know that you became satisfied with your original role. Guilt washes over you, suddenly you feel extremely sick. You need to take a hold on the wall to not fall. One hand presses against your chest to not vomit. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” one of the body guards asks as they hurry over. 

You nod sloppily. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god. This is all my fault. 

This is what you had been feeling bad about — finally you can put words on that weird feeling in your stomach. You were scared that Silas would do something to the girl that got the lead without even noticing it. If anything, that shows how close you know Silas.

“He … he did this … didn’t he?” you whisper, feeling distant. 

“The boss couldn’t stand to watch you be upset”, one of the body guards answers quietly, only for you to hear. “He made sure to get you the role he wanted.”

You’re freezing. That poor girl. Suddenly you don’t want that part anymore. The part is dirty, and your hands are covered in blood. 

Your mind is anywhere but in practice when you dance your stolen part, but your body works for you. 

Silas is standing out in the parking lot a wide smile when you walk out. He opens his arms for you, but you don’t walk into them. 

“Are you happy now?” he asks. 

“You shouldn’t have done that, Silas …”, you say quietly and shake your head. 

He tries to grab you, but you jerk back. Silas frowns. 

“But you wanted it”, he says. “You had a panic attack. I gave the part to you.”

“Silas, I feel extremely guilty. I stole her part. It’s not fair.”

He grabs your shoulders and force you to look at him. 

“The world isn’t fair, little thing”, he says. “If you have some power, use it. I want to use my power to make you happy, baby. You’ll do better than that girl ever could. You should have gotten that part from the very beginning.”

He gives you a kiss and brings you to the car. 

When the day for the performance arrive, you refuse to come out of the dressing room. The costume looks horrible on you. You can only see the other girl in the mirror. None of the other girls have talked to you after the lead girl ended up with crutches. They all know why you got the role. And how you got it. 

“We start in five minutes, get out!” the instructor tells you and basically pulls you out on stage. 

You see a lot of familiar faces in the crowd. Silas has brought as many of his men as he possibly could. Silas himself is sitting in the front row with his right hand man beside him, smiling at you. You look around. All his men are smiling at you. Weirdly enough, it’s somehow cute. They all look like they could kill anyone in any second, but the second you look their way, big, genuine smiles creeps up on their faces. Turning them from killer machines to teddy bears. 

You dance to the best of your ability. This is what you’ve been begging and pleading for. Better enjoy the spotlight while you can. You can’t help but feeling dirty throughout the performance. Silas, however, has never looked this proud before. 

The second the applauds roll in, you fall to your knees, crying. You fulfilled your childhood dream, but at what cost? A girl broke her leg because of your emotions, you stole her role … you’re covered in dirt that you can’t wash off. You don’t deserve these applauds. You don’t deserve any of this. 

“Y/N!” Silas gasps and runs up on the stage with his right hand man by his side. “Are you okay, baby?”

“I want to go home”, you sob. “Get me out of here.”

Silas nods and waves at his men to walk out. He picks you up and follows his men. 

“You did so well, baby”, Silas smiles while walking. “I’ma always proud of you, but this was something else. Everyone saw how absolutely fantastic you were. You’re an absolute badass, baby. I fucking love you so much.”

You smile slightly. It’s finally over. You’ve achieved your dream — although you wish that you never had done it — and now, you’re going back to your locked bedroom. You almost long for it. 

[coldfanbou]

Kinkcember Final List

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

Loona-Heejin (gangbang)

Lua-Weki Meki (Exhibitionism)

G!P Jihyo (Maid)

Jennie-Blackpink and Jessi (tentacles)

Sheon-Billlie (roleplay)

Swan-Purple Kiss (stepcest)

Solar-Mamamoo (facial, massage)

Ryujin, Kim Jieun (GP)

Giselle and Winter (breastfeeding, lesbian)

Hayoung-Fromis 9 (Petplay)

Chaehyun-Kep1er (uniform kink)

Eunha (Humiliation, Impact play)

Hwasa (Body Worship)

IU (Cheating)

Actress Park Bo-Young (Size Kink)

Seulgi- Red Velvet (Lesbian)

Jeewon-cignature (Stepcest, titplay)

Nayeon-Twice (Breeding)

Jo Yuri (Free Use)

Karina, Yeji (GP, Swingers)

Arin Oh My Girl (Gangbang)

Jiheon, Saerom Fromis 9 (Watersports)

Sohee Alice (JAV)

Chaeyoung Twice (Pegging)

Sakura Le Sserafim (Mommy)

Somi (BDSM)

Momo and Sana Twice(Yandere)

Julie kiss of Life(Anal)

Mina Twice(NTR)

J StayC(Ropeplay)

Choerry Artms (Pregnant Sex)

[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

love & basketball - basketballplayer!rina

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

[suiana]

I want to do ballet again bruh I'm so fucking sad. why the hell did I quit ☹️☹️☹️

✎ yandere! ballerina headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness etc.

(gn! reader x female yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! ballerina who's your favourite dancer in the company. the way she dances, the way she moves... it's simply mesmerising.

✎ yandere! ballerina who dances for you. do you like her dance? everything she does is for you!

✎ yandere! ballerina who loves it when you play the piano instead of having the boring radio. she just loves it when you play while she dances. it's like you two were made to be!

✎ yandere! ballerina who always gets the lead roles for performances. Clara, Giselle... she'll be the main character in everything just for you.

✎ yandere! ballerina who puts in maximum effort to appear perfect for you. she'll be your perfect little dancer, beloved pianist~

✎ yandere! ballerina who is upset whenever you don't turn up for her weekly sessions. are you sick? what's wrong? why are you not here?!

✎ yandere! ballerina who releases her pent up anger by dancing twice as hard. she can't scream or yell, because whatever will she do if you find out that she's not the graceful swan that you think her to be?

✎ yandere! ballerina who will always put on a perfect face for you. you deserve only the best after all. she'll be your graceful and perfect ballerina, all yours to admire and love~

✎ "beloved pianist! could you play the second half again please?"

[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.

[dollfacedsl1ut]

Thoughts about ghostface aespa with sprinkles of g!p ?

!ghostface g!p! Aespa let’s talk about it….. this is the !nice fem popular reader version you can ask for the other one and I’d post it maybe..

a/n : ik there’s gonna be some type of typos AND IM SORRRRY SPARE ME PLEASE

content : murder (shocker), panty stealing, yandere themes, smut, mentions of a fivesome, the jock leaves reader for a rando.., unconsenual recording, reader gets leaked to the jock, groping, sexual corruption??, overall idk what this is you don’t either so yeah..

All members of aespa are in college and had their fair share of people they hated and wanted dead it didn’t matter who you were If you did something that angered them you were on the hit list which rounds up to 95% of the school especially the popular kids (they hated them so much) expect you, to them you were a actual person who didn’t care about luxury brands and cars or about drama / who was fucking who’s boyfriend while they were away to them you had a pure and innocent mind which made this attraction to you grow

It started off with stalking and obsessions to breaking in your dorm whilst you’re in classes maybe if they’re lucky enough you’ll be sleeping they stole various of things from miniature accessories you owned to clothing such as panties and bras..yeah you noticed stuff going missing but you just though you misplaced them or they got lost whilst you took trips to the communal laundry mat…

But one day there was a Halloween college party at a cabin in the woods, everyone was invited so everyone was there, the aespa girls took this as a good opportunity to start their killing spree.. the kill started off good they got rid of the people who would be missed by a minimal amount of people they enjoyed hearing their cries and their begs for forgiveness it just drove them too kill more that night but once you arrived it was like a switch flipped in their brains instead of their murderous mood they were more hyper and eager..

Their eyes scanned over your body looking at the way your costume hugged your curves the coils even see the out line of your panties, if they looked close enough they could tell you weren’t wearing a bra. The happy mood they once had flipped again once they seen who you brung, the jock that had the worse attitude and bullied people who didn’t have the latest car model needless to say they were pissed that you brung him out of everyone else on campus he was the worse guy you could’ve picked and they weren’t happy with you they were gonna make sure you never bring someone who isn’t them to another party..

They watched you and the jock the whole time, every single time you giggled, and felt uncomfortable by his sick jokes, but when he dismissed himself to “piss” they knew it was the perfect time for his death as well, the funny thing was he didn’t have too piss he was fucking another girl in the outdoor bathroom although they wanted to kill him there they wanted to make him feel overwhelmed with emotions so that’s when they finally approached you, you were scrolling on your phone drinking out of a red cup, the conversation was the best one you’ve had in years y’all had so much in common which turned you on although they haven’t showed their faces yet it was a turn on to have things in common it was Giselles idea to go to the bedroom to further explore this attraction..

Once y’all reached the bedroom it just felt like your panties were soaked right that minute the way their hands wondered on your body, the soft touches on your plush thighs, although you’ve never had a fivesome before you wanted to make this work the, sensations of them stretching you out felt so good you’ve never came this fast when you had sex but the way their cock filled you up so nicely you overall had the best experience besides the sounds of camera clicks you weren’t sure if that was your imagination or not you were too horny to be bothered with it, your body was sore and tired after it was finished you just wanted to take a quick nap, Karina and winter being the ones to wash you down and Giselle and ningning getting ready to send the videos and pictures of your sexual encounter with them to the jock,..

After you were sleeping soundly they knew it was time to start their next kill The Jock, after the recordings were sent to the jock they left kisses on your face Giselle might’ve left a slap on your ass and Karina might’ve groped your tits but it’s not like you would care much, the burner phone they used to send the pictures to the jock was ringing with messages angry to ones pleading for you to meet up with him so they did just that, He was pacing around in the back yard with his phone in his hand replaying the video just to hear your soft moans ring in his ears, they could tell he just finished fucking yet another girl and it seemed like you were the next, his pants were unzipped as his cock poked from between the hole in his boxers, They stood in the shadows until they eventually pounced on him ningning pinned his hands to ground as Giselle held down his legs, Karina replayed the sex tape over and over as the jock cried he knew they were the ones that fucked you and slutted you out the video replaying in his head even if the phone was no longer in his vision he couldn’t help it but feel blood rush to his dick watching you get fucked by 4 people at once wishing it was him and his friends fucking you instead, abusing your tight holes then leaving you alone crying and sore but he knew he wouldn’t be able to do that anymore to anyone he felt his body going numb as Karina cut into his chest blood gushing on the grass it just made them smile seeing yet another pathetic person being humbled but he wasn’t the first one they needed this to happened too and he certainly wasn’t gonna be the last..

[808airsoftbros]

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)

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)

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

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[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Damn, Yandere Giselle would be crazy.

First, she would like it if I referred her to her as my wife, especially when I’m talking to other people about her. And she’d buy me a wedding band to make sure people get the hint.

Second, she probably fuck me in front of all the female staff. Not her members though, they already know what goes on in her bedroom. But the female staff need to know that I’m off limits.

And finally, I have to be free-use so she can fuck me anywhere, anytime. It doesn’t matter the place. She could fuck me in the back of a dirty alley for all I care.

Subby Anon :3

Subby Anon, you really know how to put yourself in dangerous situations, but right now I understood that's a big kink of yours. Major Is the danger, the more you like it🙈

And, well, yandere Giselle is one of the biggest danger out there. You caught her attention and she caught you😅

And the moment you called your wife... there's no way you can go back now. That's it. You're her partner and free-use Toy for Life. And that means a lot of sex, of course.

But it means getting constantly humiliated too. She would use you in front of everyone, not only to mark her property, but just for the sake of It. But, hey, at least you seem happy about it.

Lots of love 💙

Zazá

[taruusmoon]

LEXXZ WORKS, DRAFT AND IDEAS

Currently just writing for Team Bebe

Rewrite the Stars

Summary: After ending her secret relationship with Taeyoung, Juliana attends the Giselle ballet in which her ex stars, without knowing that it is possibly the last time she will see her.

Status: Posted

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

Summary: Eunbyul has been in love with her best friend, Seoyoung, since she was ten years old. And everyone at their school believes that they're dating, until Lusher shows up with a boy at prom and leaves Eunbyul heartbroken.

Status: Draft

He’s not for you, he’s just someone

Summary: It’s been three months since Lusher and Minseok broke up. The girl has been inconsolable, but by her side, there’s always her bff Eunbyul, who has been in love with her since high school. One day, Minseok shows up at the academy with a girl by his side, and Seoyoung can’t help but feel jealous and miserable. That is when she begs her best friend to fake a relationship with her so she can make Minseok jealous.

Status: Posted

Mojaa

Summary: After returning from Colombia, Jessica begins working for JustJerk. Her new coworkers decided to invite her to a welcome party in her honor, where she finally meets the infamous Bada Lee the girl everyone around her talks about. What Jessica doesn't know is that Bada is Hyeokjae's girlfriend, the good guy everyone loves. Except her

Status: Started

The Moon and the Ocean

Summary; Jessica Bae is a marine biology student in her sophomore year who is afraid of the ocean and can't swim. Her first field trip to the ocean is two months away, so she needs to face her fear fast and without fail, so she decides to ask Bada Lee, a senior marine biology student and former professional child swimmer, for help.

Status: Started

The Rivers series (Rock Band AU)

Summary: In 1992, the renowned rock band The Rivers became an LGTBIQ+ icon when the guitarist, lead singer and younger sister of the trio; Tatter, declared to be bisexual and to be in a stable relationship with her best friend. Three years later, the drummer and middle sister, Lusher, declared to be in a relationship with the ex-girlfriend of her former best friend and photographer, Jessie Lim. Now, more than 30 years later, the lead guitarist of the group, Bada, breaks silence and decides to tell her love story with none other than the famous photographer, Jessica Bae.

The band will release their love stories in the acclaimed documentary that will be out soon, on December 21st.

Status: Posted

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Reactions or Scenarios;

I want to write reactions and short scenarios, so you can send any request. I’m not very good at NSFW but I want to improve so you can ask for it too.

Just keep in mind that if you request anything, it would include Lusher, Tatter and Bada. If you want someone else from Bebe to join, you can specify.

DO NOT ACCEPT: Anything related to degradation, if u want any college au i won’t write smut for it, I won’t write g!p because personally I don’t like it, and yandere.

THINGS THEY DO THAT MAY CAUSE A FIGHT OR YOU DONT LIKE ABOUT THEM (angst, toxic traits)

THE BEST LA, LA, LA IN KPOP (bebeidol! AU)

UNREQUITED LOVE (draft)

DOES IT MEANG SOMETHING FOR YOU? (draft)

[pxgeturner]

Giselle’s summer movie fest!

*house rules still apply*

Open from july 7 - aug 19! (CLOSED!)

Before we start, pick a binge partner

You’ll probably need a snack

here some of my favorite tropes:

sunshine!r

age gap

vampire!au

obsessed!man

yandere love interest

modern/earth!au

omegaverse

this celly is open to fluff + smut, but no angst !

Ok ready? Set! watch!

Since this is a “binging party” send in as many as you like (remember they need to be in separate asks)

tagging moots for reach:

@oeyateyam @rottencranberry @meredarling @luvrbrat @amourrs @vhagarlovebot @gg-is-a-loser @waitingforteyam @scarleart

[b000mbayah]

Hii I love your yandere writings! Can I please request yandere aespa's reaction to s/o killing or hurting someone for them out of jealousy?

-🎀 (if emoji isn't taken yet 💗)

Yandere!Aespa reaction to their S/O killing someone for them out of jealousy

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Word count: 2,217

Warnings: murder, blood, self identity crisis

A/n: Hiii, thank you for your support 🎀 anon!! I chose the murder/killing route for a more permanent effect on the lovely girls of aespa. I hope that's okay 😅

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The very last words that you utter in your entire life, right before you die, are pretty telling, no? What you say on your deathbed, or if you know you're going to die- you'll always be searching, searching for someone you know so you can tell them that you love and appreciate them before you succumb to your inevitable demise…

It all has an impact.

You knew that, the world knew that, so there were laws set in place.

In 1752, the Act for 'better preventing horrid crime of murder' was passed into the law system after swiftly moving through Commons and the Lords and receiving royal assent from the monarch themselves.

And that was one country alone.

Several other countries have since created the term of criminal offence and justice as buildings like law firms, prisons, courts, and far more were built on a regular basis.

Crime rates dropped significantly around most of the world, and with a world developing at the fastest it has ever been, murder is next to impossible to get away with…

And yet, you still climbed through those restrictions and laws to make such a bold point.

It was unintentional- or so you told yourself- but deep down you know a part of you has malicious intentions, that you had secretly and unknowingly wanted to do this to the female who had caused you great frustration.

The woman had bought your girlfriend a drink, just one drink, but soon that one drink turned into two drinks, then three, and all of a sudden she was a whole new person- except not really.

She had the same problematic and cocky look in her eyes when she took her seat next to your girlfriend as she did when you pulled her out of it.

But now that look was diminished, almost banished from her eyes as she looked up at you with a coldness, her eyes coaxed in a fixed frosty numbness, gone grey and aged apparent with apathy. There was no love left in those eyes, not even fear or regret, but only a growing extermination.

You felt almost as if this was the arrival of the zombie apocalypse, and you dread the lack of pre-warning and preparing from the occasion because it happened all too fast. You quickly began to fear the unrealistic possibility of her subconscious eyes staring back at you with a mind still manufacturing thoughts behind them, and thought the living had all grown quite mad with themselves and the judgmental society.

She would be right too- her zombified mind that would serve no real purpose- and it's drilling nightmares into your skull already. The educational advantages she could then have over you is jarring, but maybe you were just overreacting.

I mean- the delusions had caught up to you. As someone who's never committed such a violation in their life, surely you were bound to find some emotions within yourself.

It was apparent, however, that you lacked guilt, responsibility and even a genuine care for what you've done. Only a makeshift of impossible thoughts play on repeat.

You're not quite sure how long you had been staring into her already half sunken eyes when the sound of steady footsteps sunk in.

You hadn't had enough time to dispose of the body, or to clean her of your fingerprints, or to mentally prepare yourself, or to-, or to-

Karina

"Y/n?"

Your blood ran cold. The loving voice of someone all too familiar turned daunting as it called out your name. You could hear it, your ears hyper fixated on it as it bounces from one black bag full of unknowing trash to the next. It echoed down the narrow walls of the alley. It rippled your mindset.

"K-karina" you so stupidly called back, your tongue freezing as a stalemate claws at your gone dry throat.

"What are you doing down here… Oh?" Shamefully, you turned your head to the voice. You could feel your heart rate skyrocket in comparison to before you were caught red handed- quite literally. Your head spun, and your vision dotted with various shades of black as you began to wobble on the spot.

Karina- having noticed this- carefully made her way over to you, a grin quickly growing on her face as she moves her hands to stabilise you, ensuring you stay standing.

"You murdered her, right?" At her words, all you could do was let out a sudden sob of regret, your head turning to your feet.

You could feel Karina pull you closer. She didn't intentionally mean to make you sob. She didn't mean to make you feel worse. Karina only wanted to confirm that you were the culprit and that some stranger hadn't just handed the crime off to you.

"I did! I did, Karina! I did, I'm a horrible person," you shook, your limbs vibrating with an uncertain fear.

"No, you're not," she breathed, placing a gentle kiss along your hairline. "You're not a horrible person. You did what you had to do to keep what was yours"

"At the cost of a life-"

"Hey-" Karina whispers, her hands cradling the sides of your face. "It was you or her. I'm glad it was you who won"

"I guess…" You frown into her hold, eyes growing saggy under the impression of your impending tears.

"Please don't cry, how about we go home and I'll deal with this later? I promise nothing will happen to you, or me"

"You promise?" You look up at her through glassy eyes, your vision having grown hazed in the span of her reassuring.

"Pinky promise"

Giselle

Her brain had stuttered for a moment, her eyes relying on the dingy light that ricochets from one cracked brick wall to the next graffitied one. Her eyes took in everything. The blood. The body.

You.

At the cost of her heart nagging, her brain finally catches up. It’s almost as if she had rebooted herself. Eyes of plentiful confusion had seemingly now evolved into a stance of understanding, an understanding that has her every pulse buzzing with a haywired hazed.

It's like a splash of refreshing cold water to her face as she takes another step, completely unsheathing herself for you to bask upon. However, your face only remained stoic, and your shoulders squared back. Your eyebrows were tensed, and your lips straight as you locked eyes, your own ones going glassy almost immediately.

But still… you remained stoic…

Giselle watched you tentatively with a challenging gaze, her eyes sizing you up and down like you were her opponent instead of her lover- and she knew she wanted the latter far more.

Eventually, your arm shook with a sporadic violence, your limb spiralling with limited control as if you were to lash out again. Your hand clasped your weapon with a trembling grasp, fingers gone sweaty and shiny against the blade of your gone sticky kitchen knife. Knuckles sprawling with a pale outcast, the whiteness of your bones showing through in mosaic patterns one could trace and paint.

And then it slipped, a single runaway of your frustrations hanging from your eyelash, dancing along the reddened of your flushed face. You had now been dealt the sadness card, its back and front dyed in pigments of strong blues.

“Y/n?” Giselle said a little over a whisper, her voice cracking for you as you now stretch your fisted hands, fingers freeing the dark handle to the blade as it clashes to the ground, scraping and screaming as it punches the concrete in its way.

Carelessly, Giselle took another step, and another, and another, until she was standing idly by your side, her curious eyes searching along your face for anything more as you slowly came undone, cracking under the worn seams of your pressurised situation.

“It’s okay” Giselle whispered, finally reaching out, her hand coming into soft contact with your dampened shirt, “It’s all okay now, I’m here"

Winter

Suddenly, another’s body collides with your own, their arms wrapping around you with a delicate grasp. You waited for the aftermath of your own body to have been flung to the ground, or for the usage of another blade, a bullet, anything that could cause you great pain for the gout of grief you've instructed onto the world…

But nothing happened…

Instead, the person clung to your waist and torso just stayed silent, their head bowed just under your collarbone. Their shorter hair restricting you from their face, but you knew better than to assume this was a stranger of the night, or that they want to hurt you… especially since you recognise that perfume.

It’s the same perfume you bought for your one year anniversary a few months back, a special scent for a special occasion, as you told her. You remember her face so distinctively smiling back at you, her smile crawling to meet her eyes in a mutual agreement of joy.

"Baby?" You croak, hands shaky and sweaty as you release your sharpened weapon and place your palms upon the small of her back.

"Shhh," she hushed, gently nuzzling her head into you. You could feel the warmth of her breath as she exhaled onto you. It was as if she was coaxing your skin with an impenetrable bubble of comfort and safety.

And within no time, you felt yourself begin to finally relax. Your shoulders slump slightly as your eyes rested within the shadows of your inner eyelids.

You sigh, feeling a relatively large mass amount of stress flee from your clogged mind as you squeeze your girlfriend closer, needing further closure.

"I messed up," You mumble, your voice evidently smoother than previously.

However, you almost break again as you feel Winter's head retract, and her face greets your vision. She looked so ethereal, her face printed with the small streaks of blood that once hugged your neck, her eyes shining and lips delicately glossed "I know, baby… I know" She offers a reassuring smile, her hands moving up to rest upon the top of your shoulders "and I'm willing to help you"

Your eyes almost widened at her words, your brain trying to wrap and warp around yet another surprise to the evening. "I can't ask you to do that for me…"

Your girlfriends smile only widened, her eyes still firmly holding yours. "I'm not seeking your permission"

Ningning

You were caught in the crossfire of your mental and physical stability as you tumbled back, your spine hitting the ragged wall in a bone breaking kiss.

Your loose shirt gathered into a collective clump as you began to defeatedly descend, exposing your bare back to the rough elements of the bricks. The infrastructure sized your back, scuffing and scraping at the delicate skin and fluffy flesh beneath the exterior.

Your head felt heavy upon your shoulders, your neck a mere flaw in your blueprint design- like it was a rusted spring of decades use.

There was nothing you could do now, and you knew that as you remained dormant against the impending doom that was soon to follow, especially with the gasp just off to your side.

At first, you thought the woman you had so brutally served to death had come back to life, but the soft lul of the voice had told you otherwise.

"What is this?" Her voice seemed to only simmer in a well of comfort, the words sounding so effortless against the bitter breeze.

But despite your malfunctioning manufacture, Ningning could only blink as the cogs in her own mind cranked and squeezed. "You killed her?"

You wanted so bad to spit out your reasoning, but nothing good came to greet your tongue. Only vulgar words of salt and grime dared to tango upon your slick muscle. So you kept quiet.

"For me? You killed her... for me? Baby?" Ningnings eyes glossed over, her tongue darting out to wetten her lips. This was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for her. Her past relationships never even came close to sharing a bond this mutual.

Ningning sees your love as clear as day. You're willing to kill for her as much as she is for you. You're on the same wavelength, the same page. You're her soulmate! She knew there was something special about you. She felt it thought out her entire body the first time she met you, and she feels it now.

Ningning loves you, even more so after today's events.