#itzy roleplay

[yearningitzysnaps]

You always say I'm too fragile and can't handle it, but Chaeryeong, I can handle your big cock and I can handle you being rough. Please daddy, give it to me

Genre: Lovely Smut

Pairing: G!P Dom Lee Chaeryeong and Sub! Female Reader

“Can you really handle rougher sex with me? You’re always unarching your back, running away, or putting your hand on my stomach to slow me down when I’m going a bit rough on you. I’ll have to tie your hands behind your back if we do, and maybe your feet together too you like to kick too. I honestly just hope you enjoy yourself a lot during it.”

- G!P Lee Chaeryeong

[revetwicerps]

looking for HUH YUNJIN, YU KARINA, HWANG YEJI OR JENNIE KIM roleplay

looking for someone to roleplay yunjin or karina or yeji or jennie for my female oc. i roleplay for le sserafim, aespa, itzy, blackpink, twice and red velvet.

Rules:

I only double. Please don't message me if you don't want to double. Double rps are the most fair ways to rp.

I only do member x oc. i am not comfortable with member x member

FxF ONLY

semi lit or lit. i'm pretty descriptive and write long paragraphs so please do the same. put in the same amount of effort in my plot as your own. if you only put in more effort in your own i'll send a warning, if things don't change i will end the rp.

i rp through messages. fluff and heavy smut plots. some angst. i'm a soft and sensitive person so angst is a bit hard for me to do but i'm open to it. for smut please be 18+ i'm 22 and i don't feel comfortable with doing smut with younger.

i'm open to anything except for idol aus, hybrid, incest, supernatural (vampire, werewolves, mermaid, etc)(demon and angel plots are okay), no r*pe, su*cide or anyrhing of that sort

pls be respectful. i'm a uni student and i have a part time job as well. if i'm not able to send a message i will let you know but pls don't constantly send a message asking for me to reply.

dont ghost. ive had people ghost me and it really sucks. if you're not available to respond pls Imk.

please like this post and dm me a strawberry emoji once you have read my rules to start rping

lastly just have fun!

[muribunda]

[katacoto-web]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀。ׄ⸋࿔ꥈ⠀𝇈ᥬ𝗂ֵ𝗄̵ᦸ̊⠀ׅׄ❤️݀⠀꒲𝗈݀𝗋⠀࣫☕꤫⠀〬𝗋ᦸׅ𝖻𝗅ׄ𝗈݀𝗀。ﾞׅ꒱

[dinonfilm]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#️⃣ 🤲🏻YET , BUT . ❝ 🍮👙🥨 21! ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒾S that 𝓜iss 𝓖l♡⃝ssier ? 👚 ᳝᳜᳝᳜ᰯ 🍰 ໋𝜗𝜚

[tonsrush]

RP AD ♡

hi! i'm lena and I'm looking for a long term kpop rp partner, and since i really like talking I'm looking for a friend too! ♡ here's a list with some of my preferences.

i'm 20 so I'll only rp with people over the age of 18

i have a preference for doubles but we can talk about it

oc × member or member × member (m×f, f×f, m×m)

i'm ok with sfw, nsfw and most plots

i only rp over on discord or twitter !!

riize, aespa, nct wish (hyung line), enhypen, xg, kiss of life, itzy, ive and others ♡

if you're interested you can always dm me or like the post so i can dm you. thank you for reading and wish you a great day!! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ

deviders by @/i06gyu ♡

[jeonsgrrrl]

hello! im looking for long term 1x1 krp partners on discord! i’m open to fxf, mxm & fxm ships! i write literate so no one liners, and i’m open to most plots, genres and nsfw themes too! i’m 21+ so it would be great if you were as well! i am open to writing all groups/fcs as long as they’re 18+. please give this a like or send me a msg, i can’t wait to plot and write with you! 🩷

[deadlypoems]

ㅤㅤ҂ YEJI fr ITZY

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ャ› like o reblog si lo vas a usar.

𖥻 ִ ۫ créditos @deadlypoems en tumblr

[staryeons]

1x1 discord kpop rp ad!

hi! i'm looking for a long term rp partner on discord! i am 23 years old so i am looking for adult partners only. if you don't have your age anywhere, i will ask for it before we proceed with anything

i am looking for a krp! i can do mxm, fxm, or fxf! however, i am only looking to do idol x idol! no oc x idol as of right now, i'm sorry :/

i'm mainly looking for those who want to roleplay nct, (i like to rp as jungwoo, doyoung, ten, sicheng, xiaojun, and jeno but i can play anyone besides wishies)

other groups i can roleplay are: twice, itzy, ateez, svt

i am a semi lit to lit writer but i don't mind any writing style as long as there's effort put in. no one liners or asterisk roleplayers please.

i write smut on my main blog so i am 100% okay with smut, and actually prefer writing it. however, i don't want the rp to be all smut with no plot.

please be willing to plot with me!!! i don't mind starting plotting conversations but i don't want to be doing all the work 😭 plz throw me an idea or two.

i don't expect my rp partners to reply immediately, but if you're going to be busy/unavailable please let me know and i will show the same respect to you. no ghosters pls

like this post and ill reach out! or dm me first haha

[unravelgraph]

hwang yeji (2000), korean.

[yearningitzysnaps]

does yuna like to eat ass or pussy more? or does g!p yuna like to cum on ass or pussy?

“Hmmm, those are two very hard questions to answer I love all four options. But I love eating pussy more. Submissives get so much more squirmy and loud when you eat them out, it’s still amazing to eat a submissive ass they get so embarrassed but never asks me to stop. And for the second question I’ll say ass for sure this time, I love finishing in DoggyStyle and cumming on their ass.”

-(G!P) Shin Yuna

[artesyacolorings]

_____ psd coloring #19 Soft Peach by Artesya

before / after

like and reblog if you download or use my coloring please ♥

do not repost / resell / reupload my resources

do not claim as yours

do not reuse as base

credit is appreciated. (i would love to see it used ♥)

base moodboard made by @7kyujin ♡

Download : HERE or HERE

thank you so much for supporting me, enjoy ♥

DEVIANTART - KO-FI

[findroleplay]

hello everyone !

i’m looking for kpop rps once again ^^

- only looking for 18+ partners since im 18 myself and mainly looking for ateez, seventeen, or itzy rps (though i can be open to other groups if discussed) !

- im looking for a long term rp and i usually write semi-lit to lit (350+ words per reply, multiple paragraphs) though i can be flexible on that as well! i’m pretty free right now so i can reply on a daily basis but i totally understand if that’s not possible for you.

- i’m all for angst and darker plots ! im also completely okay with nsfw and i personally have no triggers, though please do inform me if you have any limits <3 i also am all for plotting together and coming up with our own plot from scratch !

- i enjoy ooc talk so id love partners who dont mind chatting once in a while ! i also appreciate good communication between my partner and i to keep the rp going so please dont be afraid to communicate !

- i rp on discord <3

if you’re interested please like this post and i’ll reach out !

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[dallunatic]

i caught my heartbeat and send it out into the universe

credit to moonlight.

[elryuse]

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

Stuck With The Cold Princesses

ITZY OT 5 X MALE READER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sunflowerry-vol6]

“Once you thought, became a feeling, I was breathing, I was there.

You know, I'm, it's you and I until the end”

Most children stop having imaginary friends around the ages of 7 to 9 years old. Children develop stronger social skills and make real friendships. But that wasn’t the case for me, once I created you, you never left, you grew with me, a little delusion in my head. A perfect friend, I gave you every little feature that I wished for in a human, you supported me, kept me safe, you was kind to me, you liked the same things as me, you never judged, only if you were real…

His little lucky spark

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