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elryuse · 16 days

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Yandere older sister Chengxiao x younger brother reader she obsessed with him and never wants him to leave her and stay with her forever with smut

FORBIDDEN DESIRE

Yandere Older Sister Cheng Xiao X Male Younger Brother Reader (Slight SMUT)

Y/n stared at the muted television, the blaring K-pop music a distant hum in his ears. Images of his sister, Cheng Xiao, flashed across the screen, her flawless face and captivating dance moves mesmerizing millions. Yet, to Y/n, she was just a stranger with a familiar face.

Cheng Xiao had been a whirlwind of fame ever since she debuted as a K-pop idol years ago. Their childhood memories were fragmented at best, stolen by her relentless training and packed schedules. He barely remembered the warmth of her hugs, the sound of her laughter, replaced by hurried goodbyes and forced smiles.

A pang of loneliness tightened his chest. He missed her, the sister he barely knew. But whenever he tried to bridge the gap, he was met with a polite smile and a dismissal disguised as work commitments.

Suddenly, a news alert blared on the screen, shattering the silence. It was a report about a car accident involving Cheng Xiao. Y/n's heart lurched into his throat. The details were blurry, but one sentence slammed him to his core: "critical condition, emergency surgery."

Panic clawed at him. He scrambled to his feet, phone clutched tightly in his hand. He dialed Cheng Xiao's number repeatedly, each unanswered ring a hammer blow to his chest. Finally, a voice, unfamiliar and strained, picked up. It was their aunt, informing him about Cheng Xiao's urgent need for a kidney transplant.

Y/n didn't hesitate. He volunteered, a wave of protectiveness washing over him. It was the least he could do for the sister he barely knew. The surgery was a blur of anxiety and hope. Days turned into weeks as Y/n recovered in the sterile hospital room. He barely slept, his mind constantly checking on Cheng Xiao in the adjacent room.

One day, the door creaked open revealing a pale, gaunt Cheng Xiao. Her eyes, usually sparkling with life, were dull and shadowed. But when they landed on him, a flicker of recognition ignited within them. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she choked out, "Y/n… you saved me."

Her voice, usually strong and confident, was a broken whisper. Y/n felt a surge of warmth bloom in his chest. This was Cheng Xiao, vulnerable and real, a stark contrast to the distant K-pop idol on the screen.

From that day on, a change swept through their relationship. Cheng Xiao, discharged from the hospital, made a conscious effort to connect. They spent evenings watching movies, Y/n patiently explaining the plot points lost due to her years in Korea. She cooked for him, her laughter filling the once-silent apartment with a melody he never knew he craved.

One night, as they sat on the couch, a comfortable silence settling around them, Cheng Xiao reached out and took his hand. Her touch sent a jolt through him, a spark of something unfamiliar. He looked into her eyes, expecting warmth, but found a possessive glint that sent shivers down his spine.

"Y/n," she started, her voice a husky whisper, "You saved my life. You're my hero."

He smiled, his heart stuttering in his chest. "We're siblings, Cheng Xiao. That's what siblings do for each other."

But her grip tightened, her gaze burning into his. "No, Y/n," she breathed, her voice laced with a possessiveness he couldn't decipher. "You're mine. You gave me a part of yourself, and now I want all of you."

Y/n's smile faltered. He stammered, trying to pull his hand free. "Cheng Xiao, what are you saying? This isn't… this isn't right."

But she wouldn't let go. Her eyes, once filled with gratitude, now flickered with a manic intensity. "You saved me, Y/n," she insisted, her voice thick with emotion. "Now, let me save you. Let me be the only one you need."

Fear, cold and sharp, snaked its way into Y/n's gut. He tried to reason with her, to explain the boundaries between siblings, but her words fell on deaf ears. The sister he yearned for had morphed into something dark and possessive.

The nights that followed were a chilling descent into madness. Walls seemed to close in, the once-comfortable apartment transformed into a gilded cage. Cheng Xiao became clingy, her affection suffocating. She'd follow him around the house, her gaze an unnerving constant.

One night, Y/n woke up to the faint scent of lavender, his sister's favorite. He sat up, heart hammering in his chest, as he saw a dark figure leaning over him. It was Cheng Xiao, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight, a seductive smile playing on her lips

Y/n's breath hitched in his throat. Panic clawed at him, but before he could even stammer a protest, Cheng Xiao's lips were on his. The familiar scent of lavender mingled with the sweetness of her lip gloss, sending a confusing jolt through him.

The kiss wasn't gentle; it was desperate, possessive. Her hand snaked around his neck, her fingers digging into his skin as she deepened the kiss. Y/n froze, his mind in a war between confusion and a primal instinct to respond.

He tasted her fear, a strange undercurrent beneath the sweetness of her cherry lip balm. It was a fear that mirrored his own, a fear that twisted into something else entirely. He found himself responding, his hand hesitantly reaching for her waist.

Cheng Xiao moaned into the kiss, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. It was a sound of hunger, a yearning so intense it scared him. He pulled back slightly, gasping for breath. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now dark and hungry, her gaze fixed on him with an intensity that made him feel like prey.

"Y/n," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Don't leave me. You're mine now. We're connected, you and I."

He wanted to argue, to explain the lines she was crossing, but the words wouldn't come. He was trapped in the storm of her emotions, caught in the headlights of her obsessive gaze. Before he could find his voice, her lips were back on his, this time softer, more seductive.

She explored his mouth with a newfound urgency, her touch igniting a fire within him he couldn't explain. Her hand trailed down his chest, sending shivers down his spine. His own inhibitions crumbled like sandcastles under a tidal wave. He was drowning in her touch, a prisoner of his own conflicting emotions.

He found himself kissing her back, his own hands roaming her body, a desperate attempt to make sense of the situation. He felt a mixture of guilt, fear, and a strange, exhilarating thrill. The lines were blurring, and he wasn't sure he had the strength to fight the current.

The kiss escalated quickly, their clothes becoming an obstacle they both desperately wanted to remove. Cheng Xiao, fueled by a feverish obsession, undressed him with trembling hands. He was her savior, her hero, and now, she possessed him completely.

The night was a blur of tangled limbs and stolen breaths. Cheng Xiao devoured him with a frenzy that left him breathless and weak. Every touch, every kiss, was laced with a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. He felt like a doll in her hands, manipulated to fulfill a twisted desire.

When dawn finally broke, painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink, Y/n lay sprawled beside her, utterly drained. He felt a deep ache in his muscles, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil he couldn't process.

Cheng Xiao, on the other hand, seemed radiant. Her eyes glowed with a dark satisfaction, as if she had finally claimed what was rightfully hers. She cupped his face, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw.

"See, Y/n," she murmured, her voice laced with a chilling sweetness. "We fit perfectly. You'll never want to leave me now, will you?"

Y/n tried to speak, to voice the unease churning in his stomach, but no words came out. He was trapped, caught in the web of her twisted affection. As the days blurred into weeks, the nights became a relentless cycle of passionate encounters.

Cheng Xiao became clingy, her possessiveness reaching suffocating levels. She'd monitor his every move, his phone calls, his texts, a jealous glint in her eyes whenever he interacted with another girl.

"They don't understand you," she'd hiss, her voice dripping with venom. "Only I understand the bond we share. We're more than siblings, Y/n. We're one."

Y/n, exhausted from the emotional and physical toll, felt himself withdrawing. He craved normalcy, the company of friends, a life outside the suffocating walls of their apartment. But every attempt to break free was met with a silent storm of tears and accusations.

He was her lifeline, the living embodiment of her gratitude, a twisted version of love that kept him tethered to her side. He was a prisoner in a gilded cage, a trophy on her shelf, a possession she refused to share.

#cheng xiao icons #wjsn cheng xiao #yandere x reader #yandere roleplay #yandere #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #sexy content #beautiful #apreciation post #update #kpop smut #accident #18+ only #18+ content

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fastandcute · 2 months

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A little reminder:

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chaeeyull · 3 months

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Are you sure that your Internet "friends" actually exist, and are not my regular fake accounts with which I learn more about you?

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blues-of-randomness · 16 days

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A bunch of scenes I wanted to put in Snakes and I's yandere rp but didn't end up doing so

Tw for this first one: mention of physical abuse

Continuation of the Spongebob reference

And this last one with Kickin climbing onto Catnap's roof

#smiling critters #smiling critters poppy playtime #yandere au #yandere roleplay #bubba bubbaphant #kickinchicken #catnap #god i hate the design for Bobby's house-#i don't know why but it urks me

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cobaltdogteeth · 13 days

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Credit D_D___oO

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raspberry-nightmare · 2 months

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Discovering a Nightmare

Your bare feet smack against the soft dirt and leaves of the forest floor as you run as fast as you can, heart pounding and breath coming out in heavy pants.

Despite this, the skeletal fingers of the tree branches above your head don't seem as if they're moving, only swaying slightly against the somewhat lighter shade of darkness that makes up the moonless and starless sky above. Shadows seem to drip like ink off of the naked trees, crawling across the ground and reaching for you like the hands of a hundred rotting corpses.

Behind you there's a deep and rumbling growl, the kind of sound that vibrates through your chest, felt more than heard, and there's a hot breath that blows across your neck on the exhale.

You let out a sob and try to scream, but only a whisper comes out. No matter how hard you try to run it feels like you're moving in slow motion, and no matter how much effort you put into screaming nothing comes out but your own breath. You swear you can hear the trees laughing at you as the branches move ever closer, clacking together like rattling bones.

Your skin itches as the prickly tips of the twigs begin to scrape against you, not hard enough to hurt but just hard enough for you to understand you've been caught. There's no escape. Any minute now you'll be pinned down by the forest and that thing that's stalking you will seize you in its claws...

And then from out of the monochrome black and gray of the trees, there comes a streak of red, moving so fast it almost seems as if a sword blade is slicing through the darkness.

Trees creak and groan as they fall away around you, and you somehow find you can move again, but only enough to turn as you track that flash of red. It's... You're not sure, actually. Your mind can't find the right words for it, but it's strange.

A long and stretched-out body, covered in fur in varying shades of red, with six legs and a mouth that looks as if it takes up a full third of the creature when it opens it. The thing stands hunched before you, back arched as it forms a barrier between you and the thing that was chasing you. If it weren't facing down the hulking mass of shadows, eyes, and teeth you had been running from you might actually be more afraid of it.

Somehow, however, you're not afraid. Shocked, perhaps, even wary, but afraid? The weird monster manages to be just cute enough to stop that feeling.

At least, at first, it's cute. Because once the writhing eyes and teeth turn from you to face the red beast, the creature starts to grow. One moment it was only a little larger than a domestic house cat, and the next it's reached the size of a bear. The paws get larger, teeth and claws elongating until they're like glimmering white daggers. It seems to grin somehow as its mouth spits its head open, and four eyes open wide to fixate on the shadow monster.

You find yourself shaking, hoping you never see it look at you like that, hungry and drooling.

The two creatures throw themselves at each other, a tangle of red and black, and you want so desperately to run. Or scream. Or cry. But it's like the ground has you rooted to the spot, and your mouth won't even open when you try. All you can do is watch as the two monsterous creatures grapple in an attempt to subdue the other.

At first, it looks like the mass of eyes and teeth might be winning, but then the red beast manages to get its jaws around a section of twitching blackness, and it's all over. There's a sickening crunch as the creature bites down, and all the eyes go rolling in terror as the shadow monster tries to escape.

You're almost transfixed, all thoughts of running dissolving into nothingness, as the horror you had been running from earlier is sucked down the maw of the red-furred beast as if it were some sort of delicious treat.

A pink tongue licks along the too-large jaws of your saviour, and then it turns to face you. Even though you had just been terrified of facing those eyes a moment ago you somehow know that it doesn't mean any harm, at least not to you.

The creature begins to pad forward, shrinking in size as it slowly returns back to the cuter form it had before, and suddenly you're aware that you're no longer in a winter forest. Around you are fields of moonlit flowers, glowing as they sway beneath a sky filled with uncountable trillions of stars.

The red creature sits and looks up at you, mouth a perfectly normal size for its long body, and it occurs to you that it looks somewhat like a stretched-out red panda. If red pandas had six legs and four eyes.

"Thanks for the meal." It says, its voice low but androgynous, gender escaping it the same way description managed to evade it for so long.

"You're welcome?" You manage to say back, your tongue finally unstuck from the roof of your mouth.

The creature begins to stand back on its hind legs, form shifting before your eyes into something more humanoid that strikes you as both pretty and handsome. It's not quite human but also-

Your eyes open and you're staring at the ceiling of your room, a cold sweat causing your tangled sheets to stick to your skin. The way they're wrapped around your legs causes you to panic for a moment and you start fighting against them, the dream beginning to fade from your mind almost immediately.

Even though you're sure you saw something human in those last moments before you woke up, the only thing you can remember is some strange red monster that had fought and devoured another.

"What a stupid nightmare." You sigh, flopping back into your bed.

#yandere roleplay #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #no beta we die like men #yandere boyfriend #yes there's no yandere right yet but you just gotta trust me

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darkrpfinder · 2 months

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21+ M experienced roleplayer

Oc x oc - M/M or M/NB - fandomless

Heavy dead dove + underage specifically

(My oc will be top/dom)

Step dad x step son

Teacher x student

Kidnapper x victim

Stalker/yandere x victim

I have plots for all of these but want to collaborate to have a store idea

#oc rp #oc roleplay #fandomless rp #fandomless roleplay #yandere rp #yandere roleplay #mxm #mxnb #rp search #dark roleplay #dark rp #spicy rp #18+ mun #dead dove

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hana-no-seiiki · 10 months

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Tried a yandere husband ai and well…

I dont really like yan husbands mostly because it ruins the thrill of the chase AND because writers who make those from trauma can be quite hard on the abuse side of things, but it was hella fun harassing Ketza.

Here’s a highlight from my time with ya boi. Might make a fic inspired by it.

#hns.txt💬#yeah he’s more on the plain abuse spectrum of yan #im personally more of a pathetic loser yan lover #but to each their own #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere oc #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere core #yandere fic idea #yandere brainrot #yanderecore #yandere self insert #yandere roleplay

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carnivorousyandeere · 3 months

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youtube

CW: threats, coerced relationship, use of rude and outdated language to refer to other women ("hussy"), suggestive at the end

This script was so fun to perform! Still learning how to edit and EQ audio better, but I hope y'all enjoy this audio regardless 🫶

If you miss me in between uploads or want to recommend a script, feel free to check out my blog and writing sideblog on Tumblr at @/luxethehumanva and @/not-a-bot-just-shy respectively.

Script by u/SplashiestPig on Reddit

Picrew Name: 五百式立ち絵メーカー

Picrew Artist: @iwose

Door sound effect from zapsplat.com

Casino ambiance track from joedeshon on freesound.org

All music is from soundstripe; song titles and artists listed below in order of appearance:

1) "Soul Salsa" by King Flamingo

2) "Baby I'm Coming Home" by Ryan Saranich

3) "Lose Myself" by Dr. Delight

4) "Wistful" by King Flamingo

5) "One of a Kind" by The Seasons

#Youtube #yandere asmr #asmr video #asmr roleplay #girlfriend asmr #asmr rp #yandere rp #yandere roleplay #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere cw #yandere x listener #asmr #voice acting

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elryuse · 15 days

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Yandere Mina?

COLD SKIN

Yandere Mina X Male Reader

The warmth of her touch on his cheek sent a jolt through Y/n. It was a searing contrast to the coldness that usually emanated from her, a coldness that mirrored the sterile perfection of her office. Mina, the CEO of Diamond Star Entertainment, a woman as beautiful as a sculpted marble statue and just as unforgiving, was a terrifying enigma.

Today, however, the enigma seemed to crack. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating as a hawk's, were red-rimmed and puffy. There was a crumpled tissue on her pristine desk, a silent testament to tears shed. Y/n knew better than to ask. Curiosity was a luxury not afforded to those under Mina's ruthless reign. He remembered the new intern, the one with bright eyes and a hopeful smile, reduced to a sobbing mess in front of the entire company for daring to challenge a marketing strategy.

But today, when Mina finally looked up at him, there was a vulnerability in her gaze that sent a tremor of unease through him. "Y/n," she croaked, her voice devoid of its usual icy authority. "Close the door."

Confused, Y/n obeyed. As the door clicked shut, a dam of emotions seemed to break within Mina. The carefully cultivated image of the iron-fisted CEO crumbled. Tears welled up in her eyes again, spilling over like a cascade. For the first time in years, Mina allowed herself to be vulnerable, a pathetic mess in front of a man who had only ever been on the receiving end of her disdain.

Y/n surprised her then. He pulled her into a hesitant embrace, the familiar scent of his cologne strangely comforting. He didn't speak, didn't judge. He simply placed a hand on hers, the warmth a stark contrast to her icy touch. The tears streamed down her face, hot and furious. This wasn't anger, though; it was a despair so raw it scraped against his soul.

In that moment, a seed took root in Mina's mind, a twisted, possessive vine that would soon choke out all other emotions. The man who had seen her vulnerability, who had offered a moment of solace, couldn't be allowed to leave her sight. He was hers, her one solace in a world that had betrayed her.

Days turned into weeks, the memory of that vulnerability lingering in the air between them. Mina remained outwardly composed, the CEO mask back in place. But around Y/n, a subtle shift occurred. Her touches lingered a beat longer, her eyes held a warmth that sent a shiver down his spine, a warmth that felt dangerously like a warning.

Then, Y/n brought lunch for her. It was a simple gesture, a ham and cheese sandwich from the nearby bakery. Yet, to Mina, it was a declaration. A sign that she was more than just an employee.

As she took a bite, the sweet and savory flavors somehow lost their appeal. The only thing she could taste was the possessiveness blooming in her chest, a dark vine constricting around her heart. She watched Y/n across the desk, his brow furrowed slightly, a crease she found oddly endearing.

Suddenly, a new girl in the office, bubbly and flirtatious, sidled up to him, batting her eyelashes. A cold fury flooded Mina. The sandwich turned to sand in her mouth. She wanted to scream, to rip the girl's perfectly painted smile off her face.

With a voice dripping with ice, Mina called the girl into her office. The humiliation that followed was swift and brutal. The girl fled the building in tears, her dreams of stardom shattered by a woman who could destroy careers with a single word.

Y/n, pale and shaken, stormed into Mina's office. "What did you do?" he demanded, his voice trembling with anger.

Mina met his gaze, her eyes devoid of remorse. "She was bothering you," she said simply.

"That's not your call to make!" he yelled, his voice cracking. Fear, a chilling new sensation, warred with the strange protectiveness blooming in his chest. It was a bizarre combination, this fear and possessiveness, a cocktail that left him both terrified and strangely drawn.

Mina stood up, her cold skin brushing against his as she leaned in. Her lips, usually painted a vibrant red, were pale and bloodless. "But you're mine, aren't you, Y/n?" she whispered, her voice husky with possessiveness.

Y/n's breath hitched. The fear intensified, but then there was something else, something hot and primal sparked by the way she looked at him.

"No," he breathed, but the word lacked conviction.

Mina smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent shivers down his spine. "Uhm... Didn't you mean Yes," she countered, her voice a silken caress. "You saved me when I was broken. Now......we'll save each other. Forever."

The words hung heavy in the air, laced with an unspoken threat disguised as a promise. Y/n felt trapped, caught in the web of her twisted affection. Fear flickered in his eyes, but Mina mistook it for something more, her pale lips curving into a triumphant smile.

In the following weeks, the lines between affection and obsession blurred. Mina showered him with lavish gifts – a new car, a luxurious apartment in a building she owned. He protested, but his resistance was met with icy glares and veiled threats.

One evening, he found her waiting in his new apartment, a seductive smile playing on her lips. Her usual immaculate attire was replaced by a flimsy silk robe, barely concealing the white expanse of her skin. The air crackled with unspoken desire, an intoxicating mixture of fear and forbidden longing.

Mina moved towards him, her perfume heavy in the air. "You'll get used to it," she whispered, her voice husky. "This… Us." She traced a finger down his chest, sending shivers cascading down his spine.

He wanted to run, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot. The fear that had been simmering within him now boiled over. "Mina, this isn't right. You're my boss!"

She tilted her head, her smile turning icy. "And you're mine," she purred, her voice a chilling counterpoint to the warmth of her touch. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Don't you ever forget that."

Desire warred with fear within him. The woman he once feared was now a terrifying enigma, a beautiful viper offering a poisoned kiss. As she leaned in further, he tasted the desperation in her embrace, the cold skin a stark contrast to the heat burning in her eyes.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced – the tear-stained face behind the CEO mask, the raw vulnerability. It sparked a flicker of something akin to pity within him, a dangerous emotion that fueled his decision.

He gently pushed her away, his voice firm. "Mina, you need help. Real help."

The fury in her eyes was terrifying, a storm brewing beneath the surface. But before she could unleash it, his phone buzzed – a work emergency. Relief washed over him, a lifeline thrown in the midst of a brewing storm.

"Later," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Get some rest."

He escaped back into the night, leaving Mina alone in his apartment, the silence broken only by her ragged breaths. As he drove away, a cold dread gripped his heart. He knew he couldn't keep playing this dangerous game. He had to find a way out, or risk becoming another victim of her twisted affection.

The following days were a tense dance. Mina was outwardly calm, the CEO mask back in place. Yet, Y/n felt her watchful gaze constantly on him, a suffocating presence that made his skin crawl. He started making arrangements in secret, searching for a way to escape her clutches.

One evening, as he was leaving the office, a package arrived for him. Inside, nestled in velvet, lay a silver locket. It contained a picture of him, taken without his knowledge, his face plastered with a terrifying smile. A single word was engraved on the locket: ‘Forever.’

Mina was watching him from her office window, a chilling smile playing on her lips. Her obsession with him had morphed into a terrifying possessiveness, a love story written in a script far darker than any K-Pop fantasy. Y/n, trapped in the web she had spun, knew one thing for sure – the battle for his freedom had only just begun.

Y/n stared at the diamond-encrusted wedding band, a heavy weight on his ring finger. The ceremony had been a spectacle, a lavish display of Mina's power and his supposed devotion. Every detail screamed 'ownership,' from the invasive paparazzi drones to the guest list consisting solely of his distant relatives, flown in and out as quickly as puppets on a string.

The honeymoon wasn't a trip to the Maldives, but a permanent relocation to a secluded mansion on a private island. Escape felt like a fever dream – every attempt choked by Mina's vast network of eyes and ears. His phone calls were monitored, his internet access restricted. Even his old apartment stood empty, stripped of all his belongings except the chilling locket that had become a constant reminder of his captivity.

The first night in their opulent bedroom, Mina stood before him, the moonlight reflecting off her silk nightie. The playful coyness was gone, replaced by a steely determination.

"Now," she purred, her voice devoid of warmth, "we begin our Future."

Resistance was futile. Mina had taken away everything that mattered – his career, his freedom, and now, his very agency. Over time, a sense of numb compliance settled over him. He attended business meetings as her trophy husband, his voice reduced to a mere echo beside hers. He learned to navigate the gilded cage, a hollow shell of the man he once was.

Years blurred into a monotonous routine. Mina meticulously planned their lives, their schedules revolving around fertility treatments and doctor appointments. The birth of their first child was another grandiose event, a carefully choreographed media spectacle. More followed, children with large, curious eyes that mirrored Mina's chilling possessiveness.

One evening, as he tucked their youngest daughter into bed, he saw a flash of defiance in her eyes. A flicker of the same spirit that had once resided within him.

"Don't worry," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I'll try."

It was a promise, a vow to break the cycle before it consumed his children as it had him. He knew his chances were slim, but in that moment, amidst the gilded bars of his cage, a tiny spark of hope flickered to life.

#twice mina #mina #twice #yandere x reader #yandere roleplay #yandere blog #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #sexy content #beautiful #apreciation post #update #yandere #kpop smut

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fastandcute · 2 months

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I was too young for this game...

(つ﹏⊂)

Anyway 乁(ᴗ ͜ʖ ᴗ)ㄏ

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chaeeyull · 3 months

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Please, sweetheart, cut my throat, at least then you'll give me the attention I so desperately need. ♡

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#chae yul #yandere boy #secret alliance #sick love #yandere core #yandere male #yandere #yandere blog #yandere bf #yandere community #yanderecore #obessive love #im obessed #obsession #noona #yandere aesthetic #yandere rp #yandere roleplay

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angryandereleon · 16 days

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I love you I love you I love you

I wish you were dead

I adore you and I hate you

How I long to wrap my hands around your throat-

Just to see your lovely smile etched on your face for eternity

I want your blood to stain me in its color

I can't imagine life without you

So I'll kill you, and me too

I'll drag you to hell with me

I'll kill you again and again

I can't get enough of you

#yandere #yanderecore #male yandere #yandere roleplay #yande.re #vent #((uhhh hi guys))#((not dead))#((but not doing great lol))#((hope everyone is doing good))

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cobaltdogteeth · 13 days

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Credits Cutena_Kanojo

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horrornerd · 3 months

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Roleplay ad

Searching for tpof/btd roleplays

Only requirements are to be over 18 and oc-friendly. Preferably also write 1,000-1,500 words per reply, since that's usually what range I tend to write too, but that's really just a bonus lol.

Im also not really looking for doubles rn.

also currently only looking for f x m.

I can not stress this enough but NO MINORS!!!

Canon-typical stuff aside, im mainly looking for yandere related stuff. I'm a huge psychological thriller girly, so i tend to focus on that when it comes to writing, however i do enjoy mixing a bit of the twisted love aspect in the pot.

I have multiple ideas with different ocs, all of them being the "mc".

Btd:

Strade: In which Strade's wife/long-term girlfriend is oblivious to her husband's/boyfriend's….special hobby. (Inspired by the fact that many recorded real-life serial killers have gotten married and their spouses never suspected a thing.) In this case Strade's s/o only ever saw Strade's "charming" persona, the one he puts on to appear normal. My idea is that she was originally going to be one of his victims, but changed his mind for whatever reason.

(what Strade feels towards her doesn't have to be actual "love". But i do think if the mc's and Strade's relationship has lasted for years, then he would have grown some twisted attachment to her- in his own Strade way at least...Maybe like how in TINR Strade grew possessive over Raven despite not loving her genuinely and simply manipulating her)

Strade (again): MC can't help but find her neighbor a little…..strange. Strade can't help but find her enticing. With her inner connections with the police (possibly is a police officer herself if you wish to take it a step further), is he willing to take the risk and snatch her away? Fuck around and find out ig.

Rire: Where Rire falls in love with a human he can't grab a hold of her soul of.

Tpof:

Derek: Derek develops a crush on a cute foreign barista. She has no idea of the reputation he holds as a Goffard, hence he can feel semi-comfortable talking to her as he picks up his morning coffee from the secluded coffee shop. However, their dynamic changes when he attends an illegal auction in hopes of bringing the next victim to the desert excursion, only to find out she is the product bided on.

(probably the most "romantic" scenario you will get out of these tbh)

Fox: Inspired by a fic I read, aftermath of the "he kept you" ending with Strade where Mc is a fellow prisoner along with Ren. The two grow a trauma bond and fall in love while captives, but she runs off, leaving him once Strade dies. Now, years later, he's determined to get her back again. (The most yandere out of all, considering the dynamic)

Imporant edit: i only roleplay through discord!!!

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