#paranormal yandere

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Spawn (MK 11) with a flighty darling—run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

🐍ֶָ֢ Spawn isn't surprised that you are absolutely terrified of him. Having a hellspawn stalk your New York apartment and refuse to leave you alone is one hell of a scare. Still, he refuses to acknowledge that he had a part in intertwining both of your fates. It wasn't exactly difficult. You are simply a human—a mortal.

A little magic here and there and stealing your soul from your body and infecting it with a part of him also helped.

🐍ֶָ֢ You were a perfect Earthrealmer. Despite your need to flee every time he materialized out of thin air. He almost never spoke. He was like a ghost. He'd drop off groceries or things that you had been wanting to buy for the longest time. He'd sit on the edge of your couch and watch movies with you. Although he'd mostly just stare at you. It's a bad habit of his, but he just can't stop it. Your aura is so irresistible. Still, you would hide behind your couch, under your bed, or run out of your apartment and not return for hours on end.

So he tried to amend this by being as non-threatening as possible. He'd try to make himself appear smaller. He'd move something gently to notify you right before he would appear. He kept nightmares out of your dreams. The bad energy and entities that were attracted by him were never allowed within your space.

🐍ֶָ֢ You tried using holy objects on him! From every religion, you tried something. Some objects would burn him more than others, but he was used to the suffering at this point. Spawn would pluck the object out of your hand and offer his instead. You'd start fearfully sobbing and praying to a deity, or deities. It was more of an inconvenience if anything. 

He's already pissed off enough gods in his lifetime. He doesn't need one stealing your soul back and keeping you from him.

🐍ֶָ֢ It doesn't help that his K7-Leetha, and by extension his cape, have taken a liking to you. Leetha reaches out to you often, taking a hold of you. He isn't the one doing it. It's the parasite willing his body to hold you. He feels the need to emphasize this since you don't believe him. It's one of the few times he has actually used his words.

He doesn't fear much, but he fears himself. He fears himself hurting the only person he loves.

That's so fucking cheesy, he knows. It's like the plot of some stupid, shitty paranormal romance book, like his ex read.

It terrifies him. His cape will wrap you up and snuggle into you, feeding off of your warmth and energy.

It makes you woozy and panicky, only fueling him.

🐍ֶָ֢ You try to attack him, and he lets you. He can't help but chuckle at your pathetic attempt. You're like a cornered animal attacking the person trying to help you. It didn't work any of the other times, so why would it work now?

He's truly okay with it.

If it makes you feel safe, then he'll take some gunshots, punches, knives, and anything else you throw at him.

🐍ֶָ֢ Spawn tries his best to be vulnerable with you so you aren't as skittish. He speaks a little of his backstory, trying to make his voice less deep and gritty so as not to intimidate you. He asks you to call him any name, any nickname, just not Albert or Spawn. Albert has long since died, and Spawn has been through far too much to be loveable. He's just whatever he is with you. He's okay with that.

🐍ֶָ֢ The most important part is to hide his grizzly murders from you. You know he is a hellspawn and has some horrible shit and some good things sprinkled along in there. Still, his slaughters for you are sacrificial in nature. They feed him and give his obsession life. It makes Leetha even more protective of you. You make Spawn happy. You make his systems all fuzzy and hormone-y. That's how Leetha would describe it.

He keeps this secret like his life depends on it. You're getting more used to him. Why make you scared of him again?

[harmoniousbpd]

if i die and someone says

“they wouldve wanted u to move on ”

I wound NOT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DIE WITH ME. WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE TOGETHER . i will HAUNT YOU AND BEAT YOUR ASS IN THE AFTERLIFE.

[snakegorl212006]

First encounter: the possessed doll

You wonder if this place truly is magical. At Least magically filling your stomach and magically keeping the house clean. Today was no different. You arrived late at home today. Your boss ,being as demanding as he is, asked you to stay late despite your discomfort but money is money and papers need to meet their deadlines. You opened the door and the familiar smell of food wafted inside the house. After taking off your shoes, you head to the kitchen to see your plate. Food was always different, something the realtor agent told you about. You always assumed a private chef volunteered to cook your meals or maybe your weird boss sent this person just to apologize for his ego,what you like to think. Today, chicken fried rice, (your favorite drink) and some mixed vegetables was served in manageable portions. You chowed down at the meal making sure you thanked the mystical force that blessed you with this delicious meal. You placed the empty plates in the sink as you washed your hands. After, you head to your room and begin to prepare for bed. There laying on your bed were your newly washed nightclothes. Although it freaked you out a little, the realtor agent told you this. It’s probably just the maid again. You grabbed the night clothes and headed to the adjacent bathroom and began your shower/bath. Refresh and clean you’re ready to go to bed when you've forgotten something. Your phone. You remember leaving it in the dining room so you put on your robe and head to the dining room only to see your phone wasn't on the table. Ok… it’s in the kitchen you thought. You turned around to face the kitchen when you saw a man… a tall man stood in the middle of the kitchen facing away from you, washing the dishes. Your blood went cold and your breath became shallow. There’s a man IN YOUR FREAKING KETCHEN. “Your mobile device is on the counter,” the man said. His voice was soothing and calm, unbothered by your reaction. The man paused and turned to face you. His violet eyes softened as he looked at you. “You look exhausted, qīn'ài de” he commented. He grabbed your phone and walked towards you. You wanted to run but you felt frozen. Paralyzed. He placed the phone in your robe pocket and then carried you to your room and placed you on the floor where you buckled and fell backwards to the wall. You tried to make your escape by simply slipping away while he prepared the bed for you only to trip and land on the floor. You looked at your ankles to see a slimy black substance following the inky trail. You see that man who now glared at you “why are you running away from your husband” he asked harshly, in contrast to how sweet he spoke to you before. He dragged you back to him and retreated the inky tentacle from you and back inside his body “right! Silly me I forgot” he smiled as he picked you up and tucked you into bed “you haven’t seen me until now~ that’s ok I’ll forgive you this time.” he adds as he gets up and closed the blinds and closets before returning to your side “I want to have breakfast with you tomorrow, I’ll make your favorite” he beamed as he strokes your hair. “Who…who are you?” you mumbled. He tilted his head then smiled “Xuán. I’m your husband” he stated as he kissed the top of your forehead, a wave of drowsiness washed over you as you began to lose sight “Hànshuǐ mèngxiǎng, wǒ de xīn”

—----English translations—- qīn'ài de = honey Hànshuǐ mèngxiǎng, wǒ de xīn = Sweet dreams,my heart

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

C r i m s o n . - National Paranormal Day

Warning: This fic contains major spoilers for Colored Gaze therefore I will only be posting this for May 3rd and will be deleting/archiving it on May 4th. If you don’t want spoilers for Colored Gaze (Specifically, Simon’s route.) Please leave.

May 3rd is National Paranormal Day and of course I wanted to do something to do with It to celebrate. It’s a bit rushed since I had to write this all in one day in time for May 3rd so I apologize for any bad writing or mistakes.

TW: Guns, creepy men, gore near the ending, slightly suggestive ending if you squint and look away but it’s up to reader interpretation.

{Pairing: Simon x MC}

Word count: 2.3k

—--------------------------------- Drip…Drip…Drip. The rhythmic sound of water dripping in the corner was the only thing you could hear along with your breathing and footsteps as you walked into the dark and damp cave. There was still a bit of sunlight from outside, lighting up the front of the cave but getting darker the more you walked down it slowly. You had heard stories of this cave having one of the most beautiful cenotes, wanting to go for almost years now at this point. Despite your fear of the dark and thalassophobia, this was your only chance right now after getting the chance for this trip for only three days, pussying out the first two until you finally got the courage to get here in the first place.

The dripping sound got louder the deeper you walked in along with it getting darker. It was 7:50pm the last you checked your phone so the sun was already starting to set the further you walked into the cave. You were so busy getting lost in your thoughts as you walked that you nearly jumped out of your skin as your ringtone suddenly started to blare, echoing off the walls of the cave.

You fumbled with your flashlight for a moment, scrambling to get your phone out of your back pocket. Looking down at your phone screen you saw it was your boyfriend, Simon. The image of you and him taking a mirror picture from when you both went to the movie theater as his contact photo glowed on your phone before you finally accepted the call and put the phone up to your ear.

“Hello?” Your voice echoed around the cave walls, making you feel uneasy despite knowing that you were the only one here. You had made sure of that since you didn’t really want anyone around while you were swimming.

“M-MC? W-Where are y..you?” You heard the familiar quiet voice of Simon speaking on the other end of the phone. He sounded anxious and worried……Maybe sneaking out of the hotel while he was out at the grocery store wasn’t a good idea. “Ah…” You laughed nervously, you knew he wouldn't get mad but you were hoping to not make him as worried. “I left a note on the counter, did you not see it?” You lied and over the phone you could hear the sound of Simon walking over to the counter in the hotel room, looking around it.

“Y-You did? I…I’m not s-seeing any…anything……” Simon responded quietly accompanied by the soft sound of shuffling stuff around the counter. “C-Can you j-just tell me where you a…are?” He seemed genuinely worried about now which sent a pang of guilt through your heart.

Drip……Drip……Drip “S-So you know how I was telling you about wanting to see a cenetoe one day? And that……There was coincidentally a cave that had one nearby our hotel?” You asked hesitantly while picking up your flashlight and shining it around the walls of the cave to look at your surroundings once again.

“M……MC………Please tell me you didn’t.”

Oh yeahhhh you were probably fucked right about now. “I’m just saying, I finally got the bravery to come here and I have all my stuff with me and-”

“B-But what if s-something happens? ………Bad guys can hide any……anywhere.If-” Simon started to say but you quickly interrupted him. “I got it, Simon. I know I can call you anytime I’m in trouble as well!” It wasn’t really a lie like all the other stuff you said but you were still hesitant to get in danger and tell Simon about it due to……stuff.

“…. I’m still g-going to……come there, MC. I don’t want anything bad to happen.” Simon replied and you could hear him putting his shoes on in the background. “I-I’ll see you s-soon, okay?…..I l-love you, MC.” Simon whispered softly, a sign that he was already out in the hallways of the hotel and was on his way.

You sighed softly, trying to be patient with your boyfriend and not get frustrated in any way and just put on your friendlist voice as you responded. “Love you, too.” You hung up the phone right after and all of a sudden the situation at hand hit you like 10 freight trains all at once again as you looked around the dark.

It was basically consuming all your senses now that you didn’t have Simon to talk to or distract yourself from your imagination going wild. You could only imagine what could happen now especially with what Simon had said about people hiding in the dark but……That was just Simon and his anxious thoughts. The sun had completely set at this point so the cave was now pitch black, having no light except for the flashlight in your hand which you started to scan the walls with once more just to get the paranoia out of your mind. There was nothing there.

“Get yourself together, MC…” You mumbled to yourself and took a deep breath before walking further into the cave, hoping to soon find the entrance to the cenetoe. You had a few candles in the bag you had brought to keep by the water as you swam as well so you wouldn’t be swimming in the pitch black dark, which no sane person would want to do.

The dripping of the water got louder until you felt a drop of water on the top of your head and pointed your flashlight up to see the source of it……It was just a regular cave drip. You stared at it for a few moments until you pointed your flashlight among the right wall once again and finally saw an opening in the wall.

You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you had been holding and quickly made your way through, being wary enough to make sure to not trip on any rocks on the ground as well. You were greeted by darkness but shining your flashlight up you could see the stars through a large hole and you knew you had finally made it to your destination.

You quickly went down to the water and set the candles you had brought down on the ground before taking out a handheld lighter and starting to light them up one by one. There was only about five since you didn’t plan on swimming out too far into the water. Taking off your shirt that you had used to wear over your bathing suit you started to try and get yourself ready to actually get in the dark water. You couldn’t even see the bottom……Maybe it would have been a better idea to come in the daytime…

You shook your head, trying to ignore any thoughts you had about second guessing yourself. You had waited so long and made it this far so there was no backing out now. Sitting down on the rocks next to the water you slowly started to dip your feet in the water hesitantly, the coldness of the water slightly shocked you for a moment the more you slowly lowered yourself into the water but you just kept going, it was way too late to back out in any way shape or form now.

You finally lowered yourself all the way into the water, attempting to get used to the freezing cold of the water. It was already cold during daytime from what you’ve heard but now going at night it was even more chilling. You started to slowly swim around the dimly lit area you had made with the candles. See, it wasn’t so bad. Now you could just chill and have a relaxing….fifteen minutes in here, probably. Since there wasn’t much you could do except just swim and take some pictures if you wanted.

You got your phone out and started to open the camera app when you got another call from Simon, you tried to answer it to maybe get it on facetime and show them that you were fine but water got on your phone and denied the call……Well, you would have to deal with a crying Simon later tonight probably. You took a few pictures with the candles, trying to get some good pictures by putting the timer on and then posing by getting back in the water. You had just set the camera on a timer and started to skedaddle back to the water once again for a pic when suddenly the silence was interrupted by two male voices from somewhere in the cave……

The voices were deep and gravely and sounded like they belonged to large bulky man which was quite the opposite of Simon in every shape and form. You started to panic eternally and quickly blew the candles out, making the area dark once again. You attempted to be as stealthy as possible as you maneuvered through the darkness quickly and hid behind a rock just in case, you never knew the intentions of people after all.

“I told you, I saw them walk in here.” A voice spoke and it was very clear that they were drunk and or didn’t have any good intentions in the slightest. You could hear the two men walking around the sinkhole, searching for you which made you hold your breath to not make a single sound and stayed like that for a while.

It stayed like that for a while, hearing the men talk about vulgar and sexual things while they searched was the thing that instantly told you that they had nothing but malicious intentions. It went quiet for a little while and you let out the breath, thinking it was safe until you suddenly felt a hand grab onto your head and baited breathing right beside you.

“Found ya, sweetheart~” His breath was musky and hot on your cheek, making you recoil back in disgust but his grip kept you there for now. There was the faint smell of alcohol on his breath to tie it all together as well. Your heart raced as you tried to get up and struggle away from these two but they definitely seemed like they had done work in construction or just something……How the fuck were they so strong?!

You started trying to scream but a large hand was clamped over your mouth, the two kept getting closer and closer and you closed your eyes when you saw the glint of a blade in the dark, not wanting to see any of this. You braced yourself but nothing ever came, instead there were sudden sharp screams.

You opened your eyes to see the two men being dragged by large black gooey tendrils, flailing and trying to kick at the tentacles to get them off but it was futile, even as the bigger one grabbed the gun off his holster and attempted to shoot at the tall black figure in the darkness it did nothing but infuriate it even more and drag them across the rocky and rough ground harder. The gun was left lying on the ground but you made no movement to grab it. You could see in your peripheral vision as the man was picked up in the air by his arms by the tentacles which started almost sadistically pulling his arms apart slowly until the man was screaming and there was a sickening crack as his shoulders popped out of socket from the force being pulled on his arms. It still didn’t stop until the arms tore from the shoulders.

You felt bile build up in the back of your throat from watching the scene and quickly looked away but…..Made sure to stand up and make yourself visible so it wouldn’t think you were hiding from them. The last thing you wanted was to become dessert. You closed your eyes and put your hands over your ears but you could still hear the agonizing screams as the men were brutally eaten alive slowly and painfully.

It went on for a whole fifteen minutes almost, the second one being swallowed whole and quickly. Then it was silence with a low chirring noise now. You shakily put your hands back down to your sides and opened your eyes to be met face to face with Entity staring right back at you with it’s toothy smile. You didn’t react or jump and just stared right back into the lifeless pupils of It. The little staring contest went on for about a minute before the teeth curled into a bigger smile and tilted it’s head to the side before you watched the goo slowly go back into the skin of it’s host before you were finally looking back into the hazel eyes of your boyfriend once more who you hugged tightly, now that all the shock was over and done with.

His warm arms embraced you back into a comforting hold with a shy kiss on the forehead. You two stayed like that for a while with the occasional mumbling of him comforting you and you mumbling about how you loved him no matter what. Once you two finally came out of the embrace you both made your way to the water now, gently teasing Simon as you helped him get his shirt and sweater off before you both slowly lowered yourselves into the cold water of the cenote.

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Simon belongs to: @clrdgaze

[justcallmeanobsessor]

-Unseen Stalker-

-Trigger Warnings: Non-Con, Sexual Content, Stalker, Yandere, Hinting at Death

-Pairing: Supernatrual Yandere x gn Reader

INTRO:

I am warped in warmth while I sleep in the arms of a faceless creature. Their hands caress my hips as they lay behind me, our legs tangled in a way where you can't tell where one of us starts and the other begins. They mold us together so tightly to ensure I can never leave their side, so I can never escape from them.

I had recently moved to a small town with little to no plan and with almost nothing but the house that was now in my name. So here I stood looking up at the tall wooden structure with a less than friendly appearance, trying to convince myself to step inside. As I continuously sike myself out of stepping into my new humble abode of a murder house, It starts to rain ‘how classic’ I say out loud, less than amused. And as if the world was offended by my sarcastic remark, the drizzle of rain turned into a full blown storm in the matter of seconds.

With my clothes now soaked, I ran into the death trap that I now call home, to find the few boxes of items I brought along, all piled in the foyer. The house was bigger than imagined with a grand stairway right in front of the main door and one larger door on each wall to the sides of me. The left leads to the kitchen and the right looks to be a living room with a clam glow of an orange light coming from it. The house looks decrepit with cobwebs everywhere and you can see the wall paper peeling off.

As I take one more look around I hear a creak of the floorboards coming from the living room, I freeze in place, flight or fight instincts kicking in. It felt like I stood there frozen in place for hours but was probably only a few seconds. The only thing shaking me out from my frozen state was my need to take a breath of air that I didn't even notice I was holding. Every ounce of my body told me to run and get the hell out of there but the sound of thunder behind me served as a warning to not leave and the feeling of something pulling me towards the growing warmth of the living room did nothing to help my need to escape from this fright fest of a house. ‘It was probably just the house settling.’ I brushed off but In my rationalization I failed to realize when my feet started to move on their own, leading me towards the doorway of the living room. 

I seemed to gain control again when I was sitting on the dust covered couch in front of a fireplace that seemed to have lit itself. I was both in awe and completely petrified at how this could be possible. Did someone light it before my arrival? But then why didn't I see a light from outside?

Yet as more time passed the fire seemed to wash away my worries and the exhaustion of the long day of travel seemed to overtake me as I laid my head on the plush coach. In my half sleeping state the sight of a figure in front of me went unnoticed with my drowsy mind.

The next morning I awoke to a blanket covering me and the once burning fire had been put out. While trying to come up with an explanation for this, I had yet to realize that this was just the beginning of these strange encounters. 

Overtime Things would be done without me doing them, like dishes and laundry, even coming down to a meal that was already prepared. I would also have little notes pop up, that were more than strange, most were compliments written in elegant cursive, then others looked frantic begging me to stay and how much they longed for me. I came to the conclusion that It was a stalker, especially when I had begun to lose items of mine, be it a toothbrush or a piece of clothing. To say I was creeped out was an understatement. 

This went on for at least a month when I finally decided to call the cops who I found completely unhelpful. When they couldn't find anything they just brushed it off, cocking it up to teens making a prank and animals that found a way in the house, oh how wrong they were. 

I have to say, now I entirely regret ever calling them, for the events that took place after was a nightmare brought to life.

The days after, I was bombarded with dozens of letters from the unknown stalker. The handwriting was crazed and forceful, like they were putting all their strength into writing each letter. All of them all had the message of a singular word that caused chills to run down my spine. MINE. To say I was scared shitless is an understatement. 

After a while the notes turned into nightmares filled with the same voice repeating that word over and over again. MINE MINE MINE. Getting louder with every repetition. After a week of this I didn't try to stay in that house for any longer. I was afraid that if I did I would start to believe the unknown creatures' words, that maybe in some way I was thei- NO. I shook my head rapidly trying to clear it of these thoughts as I ran to my car as fast as possible, speeding out of the driveway and down the road but not without getting a glimpse of a tall figure standing in the window. I didn't stay any longer to investigate who or what that was because frankly I value my life and just staying in that house for as long as I did was an utterly stupid decision.

As I continued to freak the hell out and put together what was happening, I failed to notice the headlights that were coming right for me and with a screech of tires and the view of my car heading straight towards a tree, I fell unconscious as the same word echoed in the back of my mind. MINE MINE MINE. 

WIth the cushion of my bed beneath me and the warmth that engulfed me, for a second I thought everything that had happened was just a bad dream that my mind made up from watching to many horror movies but through the sounds of my own breaths my hopeful thoughts were rudely interrupted by the growl of the very same words that caused my whole body to convulse and my brain to be put into panic mode, MINE. A baritone voice echoed into my ear with a breath of air fanning across my face as it spoke that one frightening word solidifying where I stand in this predicament, I have no choices, what I am and what I have belongs to them and only them. 

This only becomes more real when I feel their rough hands move from around my middle to my hips, caressing me as if to calm my rapidly beating heart. YOU'RE MINE. They keep saying over and over again, like an echo in my mind. Their demonically enchanting voice does nothing to help my panic that seems to increase. I try to wiggle out of their grasp but to no avail. Instead they pull me back into them even harder, making my back flush against them, allowing me to feel their growing erection that rests between my thighs. I struggle even more, disgusted, unwanting of what I might be in for if I stay in the arms of this unknown being. 

The next sound that comes from this makes me stop my struggles instantly. An unearthly groan of pure pleasure rips through the silence of the room as he pulls my hips closer to him, grinding his length into the crevice of my ass. I try to scream but my throat closes in on itself keeping any sounds from escaping. His hands slip down my hips into the waistband of my pants pulling it along with my underwear down to my mid thigh, leaving just enough room to gain access to my hole. My mind races, panicking on what is about to happen. As my eyes are blocked with my unshed tears, all my thoughts are pushed away by a fog coming over my mind when I feel his bare length rub against my thigh.

I gasp and look over my shoulder to see who my perpetrator is, but all I see is the empty bed beside me and yet I can still feel them there, I can still feel their hands caressing me, I can still feel their breath against me, and I can still feel the head of their dick sliding it’s way into my hole. I tried so hard to scream for help and now I'm trying even harder to not let out a single moan, I can not give them the satisfaction they want.

I'm stuck in place as I hear them groan loudly when they finally sheath themself fully inside of me. After a few seconds they begin to move into me, holding on to my hips to pull me back with every thrust making their cock sink deeper into me than I have ever thought possible. As they speed up their thrusts they angle themselves in a way that hits a spot that makes my efforts of holding back my voice go in vain as I let out a loud moan that echoes against the walls of the bedroom. 

They chuckle breathlessly into my ear, amused at my fruitless struggles. After one moan it was impossible to stop the onslaught of sounds that came after almost putting porn stars to shame. I had gone from cursing this beast to begging them for more within seconds and this being did not hold back on giving me what I asked. Their thrusts had sped up to ungodly speeds and the force of them caused the bedframe to shake. I felt the coil of pleasure form in the pit of my stomach, that tightened with every calculated thrust they made. Soon they had me screaming beside them in a pile of sweat and tears trying to calm from the high they had brought me to. 

they did not stop their onslaught of thrusts, even with my body that had become sensitive to the touch. 

I begged them to stop when the pleasure soon turned into pain. All that they responded with was a grunt in acknowledgment yet still did not relent till they finally came with a few more thrusts letting out their warm fluid inside of me with a loud groan of pleasure. My face was covered in tears and snot. My body, spasming from the overstimulation. I hiccuped as their hands rubbed over my hips in a comforting manner. They refused to pull out of me, so they stayed there unmoving from their place within me. Pumping into me every so often. Even when I tried to move my hips away from them, they would pull me right back on to their cock. STAY. They grumbled, more as an order than a question. I stayed in that spot, sobs still raking through my body, knowing that against this unknown creature I have no chances of escape.

[kryssadaugereau-swritingnook]

What kind of dark romance do you like most? Leave comments if your choice isn't in the poll!

I have a few ideas for after I finish the King of Smoke and Ash series but I wonder which stories you would like to see the most?

Use the poll to select your favorite dark romance sub-genre

Comment if you can't find your favorite on the poll

Comment to specify which trope is your favorite if I gave multiple examples.

Examples ((but feel feel to comment yours if it's not on here))

Blully Romance

Mafia romance

motorcycle/ biker gang dark romance

Age-gap

Forbidden love: (step-brother, brother's best friend, child of family's business/political rivals, teacher X Student; patient x psychiatrist)

Gothic Romance

Supernatural/ Paranormal/ ET lovers: (vampire, werewolf, shifter of any kind; ghost; fairy; a god from a different culture; merman or mermaid; monster romance)

Toxic or obsessive relationship: (parasocial, Stalker/obsessed X person of interest, captive X captor, yandere X darling, Stockholm's syndrome)

Historical dark romance

Dark LGBTQ romance

Billionaire ; Royalty and a commoner

son of a rich man X daughter of the live-in help ; master x servant

Dark romantasy

BD/SM relationship

Why Choose/ Reverse Harem

Boarding school: (student council president; religious boarding school; rich x scholarship student

Enemies to lovers or academic rivals to lovers

[akithewriter]

Meet Carter, a famous artist with a sweet tooth and looks that gets everyone's attention when he steps inside a room. Don't let that face fool you, though, underneath lurks something far sinister that can only be found in my horror novel, Sandy's Portrait found here along with my author website found here!

[kurokrisps]

I feel that he mostly conveys love. An inviting presence ”

“ But I also sense darkness inside him. I feel like that if I get too close to him. He will whisp me away to a land to which I could never return from ”

💚Based on Eldritch Blue by Gracyn💙

[lilacsarebloom]

fico feliz que tenha mais pessoa escrevendo de op! Você consegue fazer headcanons do Anthony(yandere se puder) com um leitor gn que é da ordem?

Primeiro de tudo, obrigado pelo pedido! :]

Notas: Sinceramente eu não estava esperando que as pessoas fossem fazer pedidos, então estou bem feliz!

Peço desculpas pela demora inclusive, eu terminei Desconjuração e fiquei de luto 😔 além de que, meio de ano minha vida tá bem corridakk 

Também espero que o pedido esteja do teu agrado, sempre tento o meu melhor para fazer os personagens serem o mais próximos de suas versões originais possíveis.

Quando se trata de escrita, eu achei mais conveniente escrever com o pronome masculino, porém sim, sim você tem gênero neutro aqui.

To trabalhando nos outros pedidos, logo eles saem!

Sim, até onde eu sei esses são headcannons, mas eu tenho preguiça e não gosto de como os pontinhos se parecem, então vai ficar com esse formato aí kjkk

TWs: Yanderismo, menções a NSFW, stalking, menções a sequestro, uso excessivo de melanina (ser dopado).

Anthony Scelto x Leitor de gênero neutro

Headcannons do Anthony sendo um esquisito, basicamente.

Anthony, tem uma visão do amor tão deturpada quanto sua saúde mental, tudo isso tendo começado a rolar ladeira abaixo começando com a morte dos pais dele, e apenas piorando quando Álvaro decidiu dar uma de mentor para o menino. O fator que selou o destino do último casal com uma relação saudável que ele conhecia e viria a ver pelos próximos anos de vida dele.

Como já era esperado, isso dificultou os -seus primeiros anos de vida no orfanato.

Isso porque Anthony infernizava a sua vida.

Ele havia definido em sua mente que essa era a melhor maneira de chamar sua atenção, como qualquer outro menino faria, apenas, Anthony não batia bem da cabeça, então suas provocações, pegadinhas e irritações eram dez vezes piores, talvez mais.

Você chegava a se surpreender com a criatividade do menino quando se tratava de dificultar sua vida. Em algum ponto você desistiu de ter brinquedos,

Anthony não entendia porque deveria dividir sua atenção com brinquedos estúpidos, esses pedaços de plástico mereciam mais seu tempo do que ele?

Até aqueles brinquedos que você escondia apareciam quebrados, de alguma maneira ele conseguia saber da existência de todos os seus brinquedos.

Talvez porque ele te observava das sombras o tempo todo, ele sempre foi bom de se esconder na escuridão, como se ele não estivesse lá.

De alguma forma, ele conseguiu sabotar suas notas, fazendo o padre e a freira do orfanato ameaçarem você de punições se você não "estudasse" mais. Isso forçou você a, depois de ligar os pontos, finalmente aceitar "estudar" com Anthony, após tanta insistência da parte dele.

Você não precisava estudar, vocês dois sabiam disso, Anthony só precisava dar o jeitinho dele, mas em troca, você teve de passar o resto de seu tempo no orfanato ao lado do menino, ou ele iria sabotar suas notas novamente. Era incrível como ele conseguia fingir que a amizade de vocês era real e 100% genuína, apenas te relembrando do pequeno acordo de vocês quando ele via necessário.

Ele sempre te confundia, quando ele queria reclamar de algo sobre você ele sempre falava meio que rindo, sorrindo até, mas você conseguia sentir na sua pele de que era algo sério.

Na pele mesmo, principalmente se você decidisse desobedecer mesmo assim, no momento em que ele percebesse que você estava pensando em desobedecê-lo você virava alvo de suas piores pegadinhas novamente. 

Você desistiu de ir contra ele de vez quando acordou com formigas vermelhas em sua cama e em todas as suas coisas.

Felizmente, seu tempo no orfanato não foi o mesmo que todos os outros órfãos, já que você foi adotado por um casal um pouco mais avançado em idade, que te acolheu muito bem apesar de já tomar conta de uma neta como se fosse a filha deles. E você também acabou se dando bem com ela, vocês ficaram tão próximos conforme os anos passavam que eram quase como irmãos.

A lembrança do orfanato e de sua tortura diária, Anthony, foi apagada com a passagem dos anos também. Você se ocupou com coisas realmente importantes, decidindo se juntar a mesma Ordem na qual seus pais adotivos faziam parte, principalmente quando sua mãe adotiva desapareceu e você foi ajudar sua irmã adotiva a tentar encontrá-la.

Sua vida estava significantemente melhor, mas você nunca deixou de se sentir observado, por mais que o sentimento tivesse diminuído.

Anthony nunca deixou de "amar" você, do jeitinho dele, isso é. Por causa disso, mesmo quando Álvaro colocou sua mente no corpo dele, suas obsessões não foram esquecidas. Então não, Anthony nunca deixou de te perseguir, não era como se, mesmo quando ainda no orfanato, ele não pudesse dar umas escapadas para ir atrás de você.

Ele não conseguia passar um dia sequer sem te ver, era um vício, um vício que ele nunca sequer havia chegado perto de questionar em algum momento, para ele era normal, mesmo sendo bizarro para outras pessoas. 

Então é fácil dizer que você mais se sentia observado durante a noite, principalmente quando você dormia. Sabe como o cérebro consegue sentir quando está sendo observado? Suas noites eram horríveis, seu sono era ruim, você achava que tinha insônia ou algo do tipo, mal sabia você que seu pobre cérebro estava apenas tentando te proteger do perigo constante que Anthony era.

Sabe aquele copo com água que você deixa do lado da sua cama, para beber antes de dormir? Para conseguir te observar com mais facilidade, Anthony passou a dopar aquela água. Sem remorso, assim você e ele ganhavam, não é mesmo? Ele conseguia até chegar mais perto de você durante seu sono! 

Você achou estranho, mas mal desconfiou quando acordou com um par a menos de roupas de baixo aquele dia. Afinal, não é como se ele os levasse todo dia, é claro, ele só levava um de cada vez e quando um perdia seu cheiro ele devolvia, apenas para pegar de volta quando você o usasse novamente. Era uma relação co-dependente, igual um namoro! Não é?

No início ele tinha um certo receio de chegar perto de você enquanto você dormia, medo de você acordar e o interrompê-lo, obviamente. Mas conforme as noites passavam ele passou a testar até onde ele podia chegar antes de você acordar. Começando com toques suaves sobre seu rosto, e logo ele estava tirando suas cobertas para ver o resto de seu corpo, toda noite ele fazia mais, e chegava mais perto. Você nunca acordou durante qualquer uma dessas noites.

Depois que ele percebeu que você definitivamente não iria acordar durante essas noites não demorou muito antes que ele começasse a se aproveitar disso, e ele não se importava em limpar depois, ele queria que você achasse lembrancinhas do amor dele no dia seguinte. 

Era como nos velhos tempos, você ficou ainda mais perturbado por agora saber que estava mesmo sendo perseguido, por um pervertido ainda por cima. Na cabeça de Anthony aquilo estava mais do que correto, já que ele te deixava dormir tão bem durante a noite então nada mais justo que ele incomodasse você durante o dia, como que pregando uma peça em você, como nos velhos tempos. 

Você pensou que teria paz quando o orfanato pegou fogo, tadinho de você, seus problemas apenas pioraram. Agora Anthony podia facilmente gastar todo o tempo livre dele te perseguindo sem nada para se preocupar. Seus únicos momentos de paz eram quando ele estava ocupado se fortalecendo, fazendo seja lá oque Escriptas fazem.

Não era novidade que Anthony conseguia entrar facilmente em sua casa e em seu quarto, portas e trancas não o detiam, nunca o deteram.

Oque o impedia de te sequestrar, então?

Acima até da obsessão dele com você, Anthony era um homem inteligente, ele sabia que os Escriptas não ficavam em um lugar só, eles eram nômades, e seria apenas um perigo para você se ele te trouxesse junto, não só estaria te expondo a outros Escriptas piores do que ele como também estaria arriscando a polícia te achar, e assim estaria não só arriscando ficar longe de você novamente como também estaria arriscando o plano de Kian, ou pelo menos, o lugar dele como um Escripta.

Então, por enquanto, ele se manteve apenas com o toque de sua pele durante as noites e a visão de seu dia a dia comum.

Yandere ou não eu não vejo Anthony como ciumento, claro, ele não precisava ser, você por si só se mantinha longe das pessoas ao seu redor por medo, medo de que? Você não sabia, mas seu subconsciente te manteve alerta a todo momento, você não queria arriscar as pessoas que você se importava, e Anthony sabia bem que ele conseguia entrar em sua mente facilmente, ele estava sempre em sua mente, seja como Anthony ou como o perseguidor que te deixava na ponta de seus pés diariamente. 

Anthony não precisava ter ciúmes pois ele tinha sua atenção nele em todo o momento, estando fisicamente com você ou não. Sua mente estava sempre ocupada com ele, quer você estivesse ativamente ciente disso, quer não.

E depois de muito planejamento e muita espera, foi bem fácil forjar sua morte no fim. 

Anthony estaria sempre com você, fisicamente ou não, ele estaria sempre o observando. Você já verificou se sua janela está fechada?

[kuunibal]

I started watching inside jobs a few months ago never finished it. It’s quite interesting, do you believe in the “dark” stuff that were shown or do you think it’s more of a stretch?

Also can I got of 🦕 anon if it’s not take and if it’s alright with you?

I highly recommend finishing the show if you have time. There is a lot of plot (and angst) in the second season and ending. Personally, I am carefully skeptical about believing conspiracy theories and the like. Although I do think the government and large corporations hide a lot of information and actions from the general population and surveillance nowadays borderlines 1984 levels.

And yes, you can be 🦕-Anon! All of the taken emojis are in my pinned post, so as long as it is not already listed, there is no need to ask.

[snakegorl212006]

First encounter: Banshee

“(L/N), gotta present for you” a co-worker spoke as he walked over to your station holding a silver box. It was big enough to keep your bracelets, necklaces or maybe a small collection if you're into that. Ever since you moved into this new town that’s all you are getting. jewelry, trinkets, even food on occasions. All were hand made. You assume it’s some neighbor but they don’t know where you work from. You want to be grateful but this is getting out of hand and a little creepy. You start to make your way home. First by (preferred method of transportation) then continued through the woods by foot. The path to your house was too narrow for any car and too many obstacles for any bike. Once you got to your house you spotted a comb on the floor in front of your door.You picked up and observed it curiously. Out of all the strange and extravagant gifts you received this was certainly the most…plain. The comb was slightly worn down and seems to be made out of wood. The comb had a floral print on the shaft but the paint seems to be chipped off. You turned the comb viewing each side to find a name or brand but non was present. You shrugged and entered your home,locking the door behind you. Once you reached upstairs, you placed the comb in your bathroom.

After dinner you grew tired. Whatever you ate hit just right in your stomach so much so you're ready to go to sleep but… after this last episode of (show/anime). After that, you began to walk to your room only to feel a draft coming from the entrance. The front door is wide open. Perhaps it's the drowsiness of your brain or burn out exhaustion but you swore you locked the door. You once again shut the door and made sure you locked it. You then made your way around the house. Tired or not you have expensive items that you rather not have taken away from you. After checking every crevice, you now made your way to your room preparing to sleep for tonight. Once in bed you begin to fall asleep. You got comfortable and turned to your side where you spotted her. A young woman with long flowing ginger hair with white streaks poured out of her scarf which wrapped around like a loose hood. Her skin was pale and her eyes were bright hazel green eyes. Her dress was white . She smiled as you began to pass out only hearing a soft voice

“Goodnight”

[kingofbodyrolls]

If you're into thriller and yandere stories, this one might be for you! I was at the edge of my seat with this one and my heart was beating so damn fast trying to uncovering what was happening while I read. It was a little bit predictable, but the ending blew my mind (and surprised me) ✨

the phantom | yandere!taehyung au

SECOND INSTALLMENT | HALLOWEEN YANDERE SERIES

pairing: yandere!taehyung x reader (f)

genre: yandere, slight horror

warnings: mature themes, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, tormenting, stalking, paranormal themes, parallel universe / time travel , graphic language, violent themes (TW: mentions of suicide)

word count: 8.1k

tag list: @rkuqu​

Synopsis: Spending Halloween serving preteens greasy popcorn and cleaning spilled soda off the carpets isn’t what you had in mind for a fun night. But lucky for you, your night is about to get real interesting when a series of unfortunate events start occurring throughout the movie theater and your soon to uncover the horrifying curse that surrounds your part-time job.

Based on the Disney classic;  Phantom of the Megaplex

You hand over the two red slushies to the couple over the counter alongside a tray of nachos.

“Enjoy the movie.” You say as they gather their food and swiftly make their way down the long dimly lit movie theater hallway.

The young girl sitting on one of the benches outside the restroom entrances gave you a harsh glare. Her arms were tightly crossed and if you were being honest , her attempts at looking even the least bit intimidating were humorous. She looked severely constipated more than anything.

“You’re not seeing the movie no matter how much you grind those little cavity filled teeth of yours. “ You deadpan to your sister who only further scowls.

“Did you just see those two nerds who went inside? The guy looked like he was about to vomit over his food.” Yulhee exclaimed referring to the guy who had indeed been shaking slightly when you had given him his drinks , you figured he was on a first date or was just severely afraid of horror films.

“The guy was clearly of age. Something you’re not, now you can either go to the arcade like I first told you to or you can sit there and shut up.” You snapped, not needing the added stress of your little sister’s incoming tantrum.

The night was already a disaster. It was the 90th anniversary of the famous horror film from the 1930’s Phantom starring the deceased actor Kim Taehyung. A known legend among horror film fanatics and to make things even more chaotic, this movie theatre was located in his hometown.

And of course it all happened to fall on Halloween night.

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[lyricissm]

every girl is capable of murder if you hurt her :3

[bunnis-monsters]

Haunted

Male!Yandere Poltergeist x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober

Oct 13th

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summary: when you’re dared to go to a haunted house, you bring something inhuman back with you.

warnings: dubcon, somno, breeding, belly bulge, pregnancy

A/N: this is a 6k word commission!!

When your friends dared you to check out a haunted house, of course you accepted. You were never one to turn down a dare, even if you were afraid.

Tying back your hair, you made sure you packed your flashlight and water before tying your shoes and heading out.

It had been rainy recently. Puddles littered the ground, and the sky was a sad gray. The news reporter mentioned a thunderstorm that night… but you shrugged it off.

‘I’ll be home before then, everything is going to be okay. As long as I make it out before 8 pm, I can be back at my apartment before it’s too stormy to walk home safely.’

In the past few years, you had taken an interest in the paranormal, occasionally visiting haunted hot spots and taking a look. Your friends said they found it creepy and dangerous, but now they were daring you to go check out an abandoned building… maybe they were changing their minds?

You stopped as the sidewalk ended and wild grass began. It seemed no one cleaned and maintained the sidewalk past this point, allowing the grass to become overgrown.

‘That’s inconvenient. Hope I don’t slip…’

Taking careful steps, you wandered further down the road, making sure to be aware of your surroundings. You weren’t exactly in a great part of town, there had even recently been a robbery in a neighborhood nearby.

But from what you heard from your friends, most people steered clear of the haunted house, fearing that they would be cursed if they stepped in.

You, however, were far from afraid. In fact, you were super excited to see if the rumors were true! Of course you were a bit nervous, but it paled in comparison to your excitement.

The abandoned house before you was two stories high, with large windows covered in boards that had been nailed in after a few break-ins.

You could tell the house had been white at some point in time, but now it was almost a grayish yellow, the paint chipping away to reveal the wood underneath.

The porch had a few holes which you attempted to avoid, but yelped when you stepped on a weak floorboard and fell through.

Thankfully you were able to pull your foot out of the toe easily with only a few scratches on your ankle.

As you walked in, the smell of decay and rot hit your nose, making you cover it with your sleeve. The house had been abandoned for years now, and if you hadn’t known, you’d think it had never been lived in at all.

Perhaps items had been stolen, or maybe nothing had ever been there in teb first place, because the house was bare. No furniture or personal items besides a few chairs and tables on the first floor… there aren’t even any appliances in the kitchen.

“I guess even the oven was taken.”

You glanced around the kitchen, noticing a space meant for an oven, but lacking one. “I wonder if it’s different upstairs…”

Climbing up the steps wasn’t easy, and you feared you would fall with each step you climbed. Your foot even fell through one, nearly knocking you off balance!

“Crap! Agh… maybe I shouldn’t go upstairs…”

But… you had to. You weren’t sure why, but something was drawing you upstairs, beckoning you to explore…

When you finally reached the top of the staircase, you sighed in relief. At least the flooding looked stable enough, no holes and the boards weren’t too creaky…

There were three doors to explore, and you decided to look into the closest one first.

The door was plain white, and upon opening it you were met with a pretty basic bedroom. A bed and a dresser, with a broken lamp sitting on a nightstand.

The next room was mostly empty, only a bare bed with a few leaves that flew in from the broken window.

The last room wasn’t easy to get into. You struggled with the doorknob for a moment, then broke it. That allowed you to get in, but you did feel bad breaking something without a good reason.

Walking into the room, the first thing you noticed was how clean it was.

There wasn’t a spec of dust on the bed or nightstand, as if someone had been keeping everything meticulously clean. This was a stark contrast to the other dirty, disheveled rooms covered in dust and debris that was common for a long since abandoned house.

You tread lightly, knowing that upper floors in old houses like these could sometimes be dangerous. The wood could have rotted, or maybe termites chewed through and created thin spots in the floor.

A shimmer out of the corner of your eye made you turn. On the nightstand was a silver locket, shining I’m the evening sun.

“Oh wow, is that real silver?”

You picked it up, turning it in the light to get a good look at it. It seemed to be well taken care of, but it was jammed shut. Despite you trying to open it multiple times, you couldn’t seem to.

Suddenly it felt… strangely warm, and had a slight tremble to it. The locket almost felt like it was.. pulsating…

You felt a strange urge to take it with you…

“Well… no one has lived here for years. It… shouldn’t matter if I take it home.”

After tucking it away in your pocket, you made it downstairs and got ready to leave.

For a moment you considered staying longer and exploring the basement and backyard, but suddenly your thigh felt like it was burning!

You yelped, running outside and reaching into your pocket. The second you were outside of the house, the burning feeling was gone.

Had the locket suddenly become hot or were you just imagining things?

Regardless, you decided that going home was for the best. It was getting late after all, and you weren’t a fan of being outside when it got dark out.

As it started to sprinkle lightly right as you got home, you were grateful you left when you did. You might have been trapped in that old house for the night if you had explored any further.

A strange thought came to your head just then. Did… the locket know it was going to rain?

‘That’s ridiculous…’ you thought to yourself as you changed out of your damp clothes, looking at the locket while you turned on the shower.

‘It’s just a necklace…’

You stepped in, letting the water wash over your body and warm you up. It felt nice, after exploring such an old and dusty house to get all clean and watch the dirt wash away.

You placed a hand over your soft belly, rubbing the soap inyo your skin. “Mmm…”

The shower was relaxing for a bit, but you nearly jumped out of your skin when you caught something in your peripheral vision.

There was a tall, dark figure standing behind the shower curtain, seemingly… facing away from you?

You quickly pulled back the curtain, holding a shampoo bottle as a weapon… but no one was there.

‘… maybe I’ve been watching too many horror movies. Going to that old house has me feeling anxious.”

You wrapped a towel around your body, trying to ignore the horrible feeling in your gut. It was like your body was screaming at you that someone was there and you were being watched.

‘I’ll feel better after I eat something. I’ll watch a comedy movie, that should calm me down at least a little bit.’

Once the TV was on, the towel wrapped around your body dropped to the floor, leaving you completely bare.

Before you could get dressed, you felt like there were eyes on you again. It made you feel self conscious, like you were being stared at without your knowledge.

You hurriedly ran to your closet, throwing on a pair of panties and an oversized shirt to cover yourself.

“H-hello? Is anyone there? I… can feel you staring at me…”

There was no answer, just the sound of thunder outside. You felt stupid, it was probably just the paranoia from being in that stupid abandoned house still making you think someone was watching you!

‘This is stupid…’

You huffed, settling into your bed and watching some TV. There was no one in your home, you were completely safe and that was that!

At least… that’s what you kept telling yourself. Even as you finally relaxed a bit and got ready for bed, you still felt an aching sensation in your gut telling you something was wrong, that you had brought some kind of curse of demon home with you from that abandoned house.

But even so, you were too tired to make a fuss and decided to go to bed. It was late and you needed sleep for the class you had tomorrow! You didn’t want to be late again…

You drifted off, clutching your pillow as the locket on your nightstand shone in the moonlight. It was the last thing you saw before you fell asleep.

When you awoke in the middle of the night, something felt wrong. It was nighttime so it was normal for it to be dark… but usually at least a bit of moonlight shone through your sheer curtains.

But as you glanced around your room with your groggy eyes, you could barely make out your furniture in the overbearing darkness…

You were so confused with how dark it was that you didn’t even notice the figure staring down at you until you laid back down.

“Ah-!”

Your mouth was covered, and you shook in fear as your body was paralyzed with fear. All you could do was tremble and stare up into the… handsome face of a dark haired man.

“Don’t scream. Not here to hurt you…” he murmured, holding a finger to his lips.

He sighed, scratching the back of his head. “I wasn’t expecting you to wake up all of a sudden… it’s dangerous for a girl to be living on her own, you know? But don’t worry…”

He moved his hand from your mouth to your hair, ruffling it. “Your big brother is looking out for you.”

You watched on in shock as he placed the locket in your hand, then slowly faded away. That man… he just disappeared? What!?

It wasn’t easy going back to sleep, but you were beyond exhausted and had a class in the morning. Who was that man… and why had he called himself your big brother?

In the morning, you thought you had left the locket behind in the trash. You threw it away the second you woke up, hoping that would stop whatever was happening.

But alas, as you walked towards your college campus and reached into your pocket to take out your phone, you felt the familiar cool surface of the silver locket.

“Fuck.”

You spotted your friends standing outside of the building, and you jogged over to meet them.

“Hey guys!”

They turned, some frowning while the others put up a half assed smile. “Hey. Did you go to the haunted house last night?”

You nodded, scratching the back of your head. “Yeah… it was pretty scary. I didn’t stay for too long.”

The leader frowned. She tapped against her school binder with her sharp acrylic nails. “Really? You couldn’t even stay the night?”

You shrunk under her judging gaze, your eyes on the floor. “You didn’t say I had to stay the night…”

She scowled. “I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s obvious, dumbass. You want to be a part of our sorority, you have to do the dares just like the other initiates. We let you try, even though you’re…”

The woman looked down at your belly, then back to your face. “Tubby. Just be grateful.”

You nodded, looking away from her. “Alright… I’m sorry.”

As soon as you apologized, the woman smiled. “Oh, don’t worry about it. You didn’t stay the night, but you still went to the house. So…”

She pulled out a card. “Here’s the official invitation to one of our parties. It’s in your honor.”

You beamed, grabbing hold of the letter. “Oh wow, really? I thought I still had more to do…”

“Shh, you’ve done enough. Just be there on time, okay? We have something special planned for you.”

You all got settled in your seats, and you left to use the bathroom. You were so excited, you’d finally get to join the best sorority on campus!

But as soon as you were out of earshot, the group of girls started giggling. “God, she’s so gullible. She really thinks we’d let someone like her into our sorority.”

The leader leaned back in her chair, folding her legs. “As soon as she steps through the door, we’ll all throw food at our little piggy. Hell, maybe she’ll get on the ground and start eating everything we’ve thrown at her.”

They all laughed, other students glancing at them in annoyance and disgust. But they all knew that trying to go against them was a suicide mission. The leader’s father was the sheriff, and she was a daddy’s girl.

The locket pulsed with anger from your backpack, emitting an uncomfortable heat. The entity in your locket had heard every single word…

And he wouldn’t let them do that to you.

As you walked home after class, you yelped when a man materialized next to you. He kept a hand on your waist, guiding you home.

“Y-you’re the man from last night…”

He nodded, keeping you close as he walked. “I am. You have some… interesting friends.”

“…”

You weren’t stupid, you knew they weren’t good friends, but your mother and grandmother had been in that sorority, and you wanted to make them proud.

“… they’re not all that bad. They’re throwing me a party this weekend…”

He didn’t answer, his grip on your waist tightening. “You shouldn’t go.”

You frowned. “I don’t really have a choice. If I don’t go, there’s no way I’m getting into the sorority.”

The ghost sighed, walking into your home with you.

“W-wait!”

You grabbed the locket out of your bag. “Why… aren’t I freaking out? You’re that weird ghost thing! Get out of my house.”

But you didn’t feel scared, there was a strange calmness in your chest that made you feel uneasy.

He approached, and you began to feel almost tired, lethargic.

“It’s because I’m keeping you calm. Last night your heart rate spiked and you were terrified of my very presence, so I’ve been doing my best to eliminate your fears and anxieties.”

He brushed back your hair, his touch cool on your flushed skin. “Easy… it’s strange, I know… but I’m not here to hurt you. I’m keeping you safe, remember?”

That night you stayed up late researching ghosts and other supernatural phenomena. Not much turned up for ghosts being able to control your emotions… just the average poltergeists throwing shit around and scaring the life out of people.

This ghost seemed more like a guardian angel than a poltergeist, but you had no idea why he was protecting you or what from.

You ended up drifting off with your laptop still on. The ghost materialized beside you, his eyes moving over your figure.

Your body was soft and fragile, unlike the younger siblings he had taken care of during his life. He’d been the oldest of seven brothers, and had never gotten the chance to be with a girl, much less watch one sleep.

When you picked up his locket, he felt an instant connection to you. Many people had stolen the silver locket before, but he simply haunted them until they returned it to the haunted house.

His resting place.

With you, though? His heart felt heavy at the very thought of anything hurting you. He wanted to protect you, to watch over you every second of the day and hold you close…

So… he must have loved you like a sibling then, right?

He had never been in love before, the only love he ever experienced was the brotherly love he had for his younger siblings.

He needed to know more about women, what they needed and how they acted. You were almost like a different species to him at this point…

So he glanced at your laptop before slowly sliding it towards him. It took him a few minutes to learn how it worked, but thankfully he had been watching you like a hawk as you typed away earlier and had a basic understanding.

He died nearly a hundred years ago, so without that he would have been clueless! The ghost was smart though, and began searching for answers regarding the female gender.

First, he looked up the definition, nodding along as if it was new information to him. Then, he thought for a moment…

What else did he want to know?

‘Well… if she gets injured, I should know what her anatomy is like so I can help her.’

During his time, many people said women and men were completely different, so he wanted to know. Searching through the internet, he looked up the anatomy of a female body…

Most of it was diagrams of internal organs and bone structure… and then he found something… intriguing.

A picture of a vagina, fingers pulling back the lips to reveal the glistening clit. His body reacted to the picture, and he found himself feeling confused.

His heart raced against his rib cage, his throat dry as his shaky hands typed out the name of the female sex organ.

‘Vagina…’

So many pictures popped up, and his eyes went wide with the variety of different shaped, colored, and sized pussies on screen. He felt his cock twitch in his pants when he stumbled upon a certain gif.

A woman’s wet cunt hovered over a fat cock, slowly lowering herself onto it, letting it stretch her out.

He glanced at you, his eyes moving down your form and to your loose lounge shorts. What did your pussy look like..?

His eyes went wide and he shook his head. ‘No… I… shouldn’t think things like that… I have to protect her.’

But even as those thoughts echoed through his head, he couldn’t help but inch closer, slowly pulling back the loose fabric of your shorts and looking at the soft outline of your pretty cunt.

He let out a shaky breath, slowly pulling back your panties to get a good look at you.

His cock twitched, aching as he stared down at your pussy for the very first time. This… was perplexing. His entire body was telling him to touch and feel you for himself, to spread open your pussy lips and see your cute, perky clit…

He was so confused, his body hot as he struggled to control his urges. What did he feel for you? Why did he want to court you, to kiss your plump lips and slip his fingers inside of you?

Images of you splayed out on the bed, your legs spread wide open to give him a nice view appeared in his wandering mind.

Your fingers moved over your clit, rubbing and circling it, before you moved down to your wet hole, slowly inserting a finger…

He shook his head, looking down to see his cock hard and pressing against his pants, wanting to be let out. He bit his lip, walking over to look at your lovely sleeping face. The ghost hesitantly pulled out his cock, stroking it shyly over your face.

Right before he came he stepped back, cumming all over your blanket. It was sticky and strangely cold, his flushed and body relaxed as he panted softly.

That felt way too good…

Before he knew what he was doing, he curiously leaned forward and licked your cheek. You tasted so lovely, he couldn’t help but move his tongue down your body, to your clothed breast and finally to your soft tummy.

He planted a kiss there, before he slowly but surely slipped off your shorts. You woke up right as he gave your pussy a curious lick, your mouth being covered before you could scream.

Was this it? Was he finally showing his true colors and ready to devour you whole. You squeezed your eyes shut, ready to feel the pain of his teeth on your body, but instead felt soft lips on your clit.

When you peeked at him, he looked up eagerly, as if waiting for you to teach and guide him through this. He wasn’t trying to hurt you… he was just curious.

You whined softly, slowly moving his head and hiding his tongue to your hole, letting out a breathy sigh as he slipped his tongue in. It felt so damn good, you were close to cumming already.

Not understanding that your orgasm was close, he pulled away right before you could cum, his lips glazed over with your juices and his eyes wide with excitement. “D-did I do good?”

You groaned in frustration, grabbing him by the hair and guiding him back, finally riding out your high on his tongue.

He seemed eager to please, and just so curious about your body… after you were done, he sat on your bed and played with your hair, watching over you as you drifted off.

When you woke up, he was gone again. The lovely was sitting on your nightstand, and when you sat up and yawned, he appeared.

He was a bit shy from your encounter last night, holding a few flowers in his hand. After you put them in a vase, you realized that they were stolen from your neighbor’s lawn… but the effort was still cute.

That day, he followed you around while you completed your chores, giving you a dopey smile and causing minor accidents for whatever poor soul dared to approach you.

He was getting more possessive by the day, disliking when any male spoke to you for longer than a few seconds. You were his, didn’t they understand that!?

When someone walked by you, a flower pot would fall into their feet or a rock would move to trip them.

It was confusing, seeing all these people end up hurt or hospitalized all the time. You wondered if you might be cursed…

You were chatting with a handsome barista when the coffee pot next to him suddenly tipped over, spilling boiling coffee all over him.

“A-are you okay!?”

While trying to help him, suddenly he slipped on a puddle of water that hadn’t been there before.

Your ghost friend stayed invisible, pouring a cup of water on the floor just moments before…

After multiple tests, you realized you were the only one that could see the ghost. You weren’t sure if he was brought on by some kind of stress from working so hard or perhaps you really were being haunted. Either way, you could never tell anyone about him. People would think you were crazy, and you didn’t want to get locked away in an asylum forever.

But strangely, your little ghost friend wasn’t that bad of a houseguest. He never made a mess, watched over you while you slept, and even when there were some break ins next door, you were the only one spared.

He really was protecting you.

“I’m… going out today.”

You looked up from your breakfast, watching as your ghost roommate materialized in front of you. Going out? He was always by your side…

“Really? Are you like… moving on to the next plain of existence or something?”

He chuckled, leaning against the wall. “Am I that annoying, hmm? No, I’ve just got some business to attend to.”

He smiled, ruffling your hair affectionately before fading away into nothing, leaving you to wonder what a ghost would do for business.

The ghost stood over another corpse, his body free of blood due to his incorporable form. It was one of the girls who had been planning to humiliate you.

Her jaw was ripped from its socket, tangling from her disfigured face. He glanced down at her phone, picking it up and looking over the contacts.

The leader on his list… and he was saving her for last.

The news of the sorority murders had the entire campus paranoid. Police suspected a serial killer was on the loose and targeting young girls in the sorority, so you found yourself at the station, being questioned during a quiet October day.

“And that was the last time you saw her?” asked the officer, holding up a picture of the latest victim.

You gave him a nod, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Yes… I hope my information can be useful, have you gotten any leads yet?”

“That information is confidential, ma’am, but rest assured we’ll catch the sick son of a bitch responsible for this.”

You were driven home by one of the officers, and walked in feeling exhausted. The entire week was weighing down on you, and you only felt safe when your ghost roommate greeted you.

“Welcome home…” he murmured, reaching forward to gently caress your cheek. “You’ve been crying… did someone hurt you?”

The way he asked sent a shiver down your spine. “No… it’s just…”

You sat down, his fingers rubbing circles into your back as you spoke. “All of my friends have been killed… and I don’t know what to do…”

You couldn’t see the smirk on his face, but you felt the way his grip tightened on your hips, rocking them slightly. “It’s sad, but you have me, love. That’s all you need…”

Before you could speak, he had you laying on your back, his hands pinning down your wrists. “Those friends weren’t good people, love… I can protect you, take care of you. Provide for you…”

His fingers traced down your body, to your belly. The ache in his gut returned, and his mind was filled with images of your belly swelling up, being heavy and full with his baby… would it matter that your friends were dead when you were waddling around, pregnant and happy?

You whimpered softly, feeling his teeth graze your neck as he palmed his erection. “I realized… that I really love you. That day you picked up my locket… was basically our wedding day.”

His lips crashed into yours, teeth and tongues clashing as the kiss became rough and passionate. These last few weeks had been torture, watching you speak to other people, having to be away from you for even a second was the worst.

“M-Mmph!”

You were getting wet from all this attention, your body feeling warm as he stripped you of your clothes. But you felt guilty, here you were making out with a ghost while your friends were dead and/or in danger!

“N-not now-“

You yelped, his fingers pressing against the wet fabric of your panties. Already you were soaking wet, your face heating up in shame.

“Not now? But you’re so wet… you want this, you know you do…”

Your whines and protest went unheard as he slipped his fingers into your cunt, and no matter how much you squirmed he kept you still as he lapped softly at your clit.

“Pretty girl, that feels good, doesn’t it?”

You came on his tongue and fingers several times, your hole clenching around nothing as he sucked on your clit, his hands keeping your thighs spread open.

“You want me to fuck you, hmm? Wanna feel my cum fill you all the way up?”

You let out a pathetic whine as he rubbed his tip against your wet cunt, your eyes full of pleasured tears. The man wasn’t sure he could get you pregnant, he was a ghost after all, but god damn it he was going to try his best!

The feeling of him slowly pushing into your virgin hole was… strange. Painful, a stretch that you had never felt before, yet oddly… a sense of pleasure began to set in as he bottomed out.

He cooed softly, his hand moving over your soft belly, his eyes on your pretty cunt as it took his cock. “That’s my good girl…”

He started slow, not wanting to hurt his darling. Thrusting in and out, almost agonizing in the way his cock moved inside of your gummy walls.

Soon he couldn’t take it, the need to breed his lovely darling taking over. He pushed your legs up, beginning to fuck you in a mating press as his lips met yours.

“F-fuck, that’s it… take it, let me knock you up…”

He was desperate, almost like a wild animal, and determined to get you pregnant. He didn’t care if he was a ghost or not, he was planting his seed in your belly.

A family with you was all he could ever want, getting to see you hold his little one in your arms and waddle around with a cute pregnant belly… just the thought of being the one to knock you up had him spurting out thick, ectoplasm like cum into your womb.

“C-can’t get pregnant!” you whimpered out, wiggling nervously. “Gotta finish college…”

“Quiet, darling…”

He panted softly, looking down at you for a moment as his hips continued to fit into yours. You looked beautiful now, with your face flushed and eyes hazy from pleasure. If he could, he’d take a picture so he could always remember you in this state of utter bliss.

“I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry your pretty little head…”

Even after finishing inside of you again, your ghost lover wasn’t quite done with you. He stood, holding you up in a full Nelson while fucking into you. Your belly was starting to distend, so full of his cum that your pussy drooled.

Your neck was sensitive from all the hickeys he had left, and you could barely think while his cock pushed in as deep as it could go, kissing your cervix. He had you look down and watch as his cock moved in and out of your, your pretty pussy clenching around him in yet another orgasm.

“A-Ah!”

Soft whines and whimpers left your throat. It couldn’t be helped, there was a bulge in your tummy now, his cum had stuffed you full. “C-can’t… take anymore…”

He kissed your neck, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. “Just a little more, darling… shh, just take it…”

He rubbed your clit, cooing at you like you were a toddler throwing a tantrum. Your leg twitched with the sudden stimulation he was giving your clit, and you can again, your body sore from the multiple orgasms you’ve already had.

The love making lasted long into the night, and you found yourself passing out after cumming nearly 10 times…

But your lover’s night was far from over. After cleaning you up a little and placing a blanket over your naked form so you wouldn’t catch a cold, he set out to see to his unfinished business…

The leader was terrified, holed up in her bedroom alone as her father patrolled the house. Everyone else in her friend group was dead, leaving her the final girl on his list.

He watched her from the window, smirking as her father walked around, oblivious to the danger his snot nosed brat was in.

She got up, sighing. “That creep won’t get past dad. I bet that stupid girl has something to do with this. Even if she doesn’t, if I say the word she’ll be sent to prison.”

The ghost sneered at her words. She really planned to send his innocent lover to prison? Any hesitation he may have had was gone instantly.

He followed her to the bathroom, frowning in disgust as she disrobed. She was nowhere near as gorgeous as you were, he simply wasn’t interested in any other woman than you.

“Ahh…”

Once she settled into the bath, he took his chance and started to cause the light to flicker. This caused her to jump, nearly slipping on the slick bottom of the tub.

“H-hello?”

A soft whisper in her ear made her turn, her eyes wide with terror. “I-if there’s anyone here, you better go before my dad sees you! He’s the sheriff and if I scream-“

“He won’t be able to hear you.”

Hands wrapped around her throat, restricting her air flow. Suddenly she was able to see him, his appearance that of what he looked like when he died.

His black hair was stringy, his clothes ripped and torso torn apart to reveal his rotting organs.

“You should have been more careful. You messed with someone I love, and for that, you’ll pay with your life.”

Unable to scream, her vision went black, and her body limp. He let her sink into the tub, a few bubbles escaping before the bubbles stopped.

In a flash, he was back to his handsome self, a smile on his lips. “My darling is free now…”

You woke up to your TV being switched on, the news reporter staring into the camera with a sorrowful gaze. “Another girl from the local sorority has been killed. While police investigated the premises, they found multiple books full of images of other girls forced into humiliation ritual, along with evidence of her father, the sheriff, helping her cover her crimes up. He is on paid le-“

You shut off the TV, feeling both relieved you hadn’t attended that party, and sad that she died. She wasn’t a good person, you knew that, but you were, and it hurt your heart to see someone die so young.

“Hello, my darling…”

You felt a cold hand brush against your belly. There was still a bulge there from all the cum that had been stuffed into you the night before.

“Sleep well, my darling?”

The ghost kissed your temple, nuzzling against you. “I guess… I’m still pretty tired though.”

He moved to gently massage your sore spots, eyes fixed on your tummy. “Sorry, I think I may have gotten… carried away.”

His grip on you tightened, and the air felt a little colder. “You understand that you’re mine, correct? That moment you picked up that locket, we were tied together for eternity. You can’t get rid of me, I’ll always return to you…”

His fingers dug into your flesh. “And if you want your future to be a happy one, you’ll learn to accept things. I don’t want to hurt my precious one, after all… not like those other girls.”

It didn’t look like you had much of a choice in the matter. You could either accept that this was your life now, or end up like the sorority girls. Little did you know he was bluffing a bit. He would never actually harm you, but he wasn’t against scaring you into thinking he would.

As the years passed by, you got used to your life with him. He was much too possessive for you to go out and see people other than your family, meaning you had to give up college or see people get hurt on your behalf.

But lately he’s calmed down a little… since he’s a father now.

He smiled as you walked down the street, holding your 3 year old’s hand. Your little one was a curious thing, loving to go to the park and take walks in the woods near your home.

As you walked down the path, an elderly couple stopped you to coo at your son. You glanced at your now husband to gauge his expression, and he seemed to be okay with it.

“Oh, how cute!”

“Thank you,” you replied with a smile. “He looks just like his father.”

As you walked home, your little one disappeared from the sight of other mortals, hovering in the air with your husband. He was half ghost after all, it made sense he could do things other kids couldn’t.

Your lover smiled softly, his hand moving over your belly as he watched your son chase a butterfly.

“… about time for our second little one, isn’t it?”

Looks like you were in for another passionate night.

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[prompt-heaven]

the ultimate list of AUs, kinks and tropes to inspire you for kinktober 

some of these are darker in nature since that is fitting for the spooky season. 

AUs

academic / teacher / professor / tutor 

addams family

babysitter / nanny

bartender

biker

bodyguard

bonnie and clyde

bounty hunter

boxer 

camp counselor

circus / carnival

cult 

demon / angel

fairytale retelling

fantasy 

farmer

firefighter

guardian angel 

historical 

hybrid

mafia / mob 

magic 

maid / butler 

mechanic 

modern 

monster / mythology / supernatural

paranormal investigator 

pirate / mermaid

post-apocalyptic

priest

prison

rockstar 

royalty

serial killer

sex worker / porn / camgirl/boy / stripper 

slasher

soulmate

spy / secret agent

steampunk / cyber punk

sugar daddy

tattoo artist 

time travel

treasure hunter 

vampire

werewolf 

wild west

TROPES

a/b/o

against a wall 

age gap

amnesia / memory loss

anonymous sex

balcony sex

boss x employee 

brothers best friend / dad’s best friend (dbf)

car sex

cheating

clothed sex

comforting sex

coworkers to lovers

cursed / fuck or die / sex pollen

dark / soft!dark

enemies to lovers

exes to lovers

fake relationship

forbidden romance

friends to lovers

friends with benefits

game gone wrong

hate sex / make-up sex

huddle for warmth

just the tip

library sex

loss of virginity

mirror sex

neighbours to lovers 

only one bed

opposites attract

period sex

pool / hot tub sex

predator / prey

professor x student

public / semi-public sex

revenge sex

reverse harem

romantic sex

roommates to lovers

rough sex

seduction

sex in an alley

sex in exchange for a favour

sex while camping

shower / bath sex

stalker

stepcest

table sex

unrequited love

yandere

KINKS

aftercare

anal 

begging

being recorded / taking pictures

body worship

dom / sub / bondage / bdsm / shibari

breath play / choking

cheating

cockwarming

corruption kink 

costumes / uniforms

creampie / breeding / forced breeding

cuckolding

cum in panties

cumplay

cunnilingus / face sitting / rimming / blowjob / deep throating / gagging

dacryphillia

dirty talk / voice kink

double penetration / double penetration in one hole 

dry humping / thigh riding 

dubcon / noncon / cnc / drugging

dumbification

exhibitionism / voyeurism

fingering

fisting

flashing 

food play 

footjob 

forced orgasm

formal wear 

free use

glory hole

glove kink 

hand kink

handjob 

hole inspection

humiliation / degradation

hunter / prey

impact play / spanking / whipping / hair pulling / pain kink

jealousy / sharing / possessive

knife kink / gun kink

lingerie / stockings / socks

massage

masturbation / caught masturbating / mutual masturbation

medical kink

monsterfucking / tentacles

multiple orgasms

orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging

threesome / orgy / gangbang

partner swap 

pegging

piercings

pillow humping

praise kink 

premature ejaculation / cuming untouched

pussyjob

roleplay

role reversal

ruined orgasm / cuming without permission

sensory deprivation 

sexting / phone sex 

facial / swallowing / bukakke

size kink / size difference / belly bulge

skirt stays on

somnophilia / getting fucked to sleep

spit kink

squirting

stripping / lap dance

teasing 

temperature play

thigh fucking

throat training

titty fucking

toys / object insertion 

OTHER PROMPTS

a ritual gone wrong 

a string of unexplained deaths

a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right

alian abduction 

art come to life

basement wife 

being paralysed 

blackmail 

caught trespassing on private property

college party gone wrong

crazy ex

curiosity killed the cat

fate worse than death

final girl

getting stranded in a little town that’s not as wholesome as it seems

ghostface

halloween party

haunted house / abandoned house 

haunted object 

hitch-hiking gone wrong

hot neighbour that has an obsession with you

i was sent here to assassinate you but now i think i might be in love with you

Items moving and/or going missing

i’ll find you in every universe / century

kidnapping

lost in a maze

mad scientist 

magical healing 

marriage / wedding / arranged marriage/ forced marriage 

mind control / telepathy

mirrors playing tricks on the mind

oh, you had a long day? use me as your personal sex toy in order to unwind

oops, i summoned a demon 

oops, i’m dating a serial killer

playing games (like seven minutes in heaven, spin the bottle, hide and seek, etc.) but they have a slutty/dark twist to them

possession (ghost or demon)

power outage

ritual / sacrifice / blood magic

road trip

secret room

serial killers fucking in front of hostages

stalker landlord

stalker wearing the same costume as your partner 

stockholm syndrome

the return of a villain thought dead

torture

toxic frat boy

waking up from strange dreams and seeing bruises and marks on your skin that correspond exactly with the dream you just woke from

we’re the last people on the planet and you will be mine

you wake up strapped to a table just as a fuck machine is turned on

[splendid-stories]

Love this concept, poor Reader though !!!!

Ahhhhhhhhh !!!

YANDERE PAPA AIZAWA X MEDIUM READER

You clicked the buzzer in the front gate to the large mansion, and it made a loud ringing sound.

“Mr Aizawa? Yes you called me early in the morning yesterday about your… problem. I’m here now to start the assessment of your home” you spoke into the speaker as loud as you could, you were up on your tiptoes trying to reach it, and you hoped the man could hear you. Your hopes were answered when a loud buzz sounded and the gate unlatched, there was something so odd about this, such an old home with new electronics. He didn’t say anything to you, but you could feel him watching you, wether it was from within the house, or from some hidden camera.

When the gates fully opened you made your way inside, starting the long trek on foot to the mansion. Now to the normal person this might look like an appliance or insurance visit, but you weren’t a mainstream worker, you were special. Ever since you were little you’d always seen people that weren’t there, heard songs linger in the air that weren’t playing, and talked to people that no one else could see. Some called you insane, some said you’d inherited hallucinations from your father, but the others knew what you really had. You could see ghosts, hear them, interact with them. You never understood why, but some things just were, and this is one of them.

So instead of enrolling yourself in some mental facility where you would rot away drowning in medicine and apple sauce, you’d made a business off of it, “l/n’s median services” you’d named it.

And while some thought it was bullshit, thought this was a scam, some were too desperate to care. Usually the people who called you were riddled with reminders of their pasts, children that died twenty years ago, wives that had passed of cancer, old women from thousands of years ago, they couldn’t see them like you could, but they knew that these things were there. So they call you.

Like this man, he’d called in yesterday about his own home, clearly he was rich because he’d offered you almost 5 times your price if you could come the next day. Even thought he told you little to no details about this work, Obviously you accepted. But as you walked the long trail down to his large home, you couldn’t help but regret that decision, this didn’t feel like your average appointment where an old mother just wanted to feel sane in her own home, didn’t feel like you should be here. But here you are. By the time you’d made it to the front double doors the doubt festered in your mind, but it was far too late to turn back. So you knocked thrice like he’d told you over the call.

This man was odd, he refused to tell you any details about why he wanted you here, he just told you to come at 3:00 tommorow afternoon and knock three times in his front door and you would be let in. All he gave you were those directions and his name. But as the front doors were pulled open and out popped a middle aged man with black hair and a scruffy beard, yoh couldn’t help but notice how normal he looked.

“You’re y/n l/n?”

“Yes sir, l/n median’s only employee”

“Alright, you may come in”

And he went silent, creaking open the door for you to slide in, just for him to slam it behind you, it made you slightly jump. His eyes traveled all the way down you, assessing you, before he apparently deemed you okay and began walking, you expecte d that he wished you to follow, so you did.

“Ah- sir” you begun speaking, trying to keeps up with him as he swiftly walked down a long corridor. He barely spared you a glance before continuing his walk, clearly this man didn’t get out much, usually rich people that lived in big houses like this were socialites, the Aizawa family was well off enough to be known through town, but never talked about much. He looked sad, his face downturned with frown wrinkles across the corners of his mouth, probably because of what you were here for.

“Call me Aizawa.” He curtly told you, quickening his pace doesn’t he hallway, along the way he grabbed a large key from his pocket, and once you’d come across a large door, he begun unlocking all the large locks in the door.

“Ah yes- Aizawa sir, do you mind if I ask what my purpose is here today? I just kinda need to know what I’m dealing with so I can be prepared” you questioned, slightly nervous, you never really did big jobs in places like this, but creepy places worth millions upon millions. So obviously you were uneasy, but there was also something about this man. You couldn’t quite place your finger on it.

“My daughter. She died quite some time ago, but I think her presence still remains”

“Oh- well- Um. Why do you think so?” Yoh couldn’t place it but there was something that intimidated you about this man, maybe it was his 6’6 stature or the way he looked so angry at the world, but your internal alarms were blaring with red, telling you that this is a man you should be scared of.

“I hear her laughing, sometimes during the night I’ll hear little footsteps by my bed, and her old toys will be thrown about the house even though I don’t move them.” He was very short with his answer, but it was enough information to tell you that he wasn’t some crazy who just wanted to find a real ghost, that this was his real daughter. You could tell by the tone in his voice, it was pained, angry. You spent a little bit looking at his face, the daughter must have died pretty young, considering the use of little footsteps and toys.

“Uhm- how old was she? And- and how did it happen? Was it natural or did… someone else cause it.” You knew not to refer to death directly with these kinds of people, after so long they were still mourning and anything could flick them off, even with calm and collected people like this man- Aizawa, he might break down at the thought.

“She was just older than 2, she’d barely learned how to walk yet. And she had a bad heart, there were some complications at birth that the doctors hadn’t thought to look into, and one day she just… didn’t wake up” you didn’t meet his gaze as he spoke, hearing about children specifically dying made you feel sick, especially when the parent’s the one speaking. You didn’t notice how his gaze lingered for far too long.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, uhm- did she have any nicknames you called her, pet names even? Any specific toys or things she liked? And- do you by chance have a photo? I just need something to connect with so I can communicate with her better” your hands waved about while you spoke, and you talked so fragilely, almost like anything you would say would set this man off.

“Ah yes, when she was a baby her mother always called her daisy, it’s on her gravestone actually- and she used to love the yarn rag dolls I would make for her. As for pictures- I have one from a few days before she passed.” His voice was hushed, almost like he hadn’t spoken about this poor child in a long time. Eventually the two of you slowed to a stop, and he pulled out a few photos, and a woven rag doll with red yarn for hair. You winced at the mention of a gravestone, no parent should have to bury their child.

He placed one of his rough hands against the small of your back to guide you into another hallway, this one was shorter, smaller, there were messily drawn photos hung up from the walls, toys scattered about the floor, and a few small dresses hanging over chandeliers. Before you could ask what this all was he spoke up, squeezing you close to him. Yoh would call him out on touching you, but your sympathy ran too strong at the moment.

“This was her hallway where she mainly stayed, her room’s to the left, and her playroom to the right, at the end of the hallway is my room where she would sometimes sleep, and the room next to that is where she would take her naps… that’s where she died.” He pointed to the rooms as he walked down the hallways with you, holding you tight.

“Okay. This is probably the best spot, I don’t need much to see her, it’s all natural, but- can If you can hold my hand? I know it- it’s stupid but sometimes the noises make me feint or fall and I just- I just need someone to catch me or I’ll get hurt” you pointed o the scar on your forehead where you’d fallen before, a loud shriek had sounded through an old apartment and it had made you fall down a flight of stairs. Usually you would have one of your friends come with you, but you felt like you could trust this man… oddly enough. He smiles for once at your request, warmly offering up his hand.

“Oh yes that’s alright, I’ll be here if you need me to catch you, always.” You chose to ignore the last line, and just intertwined your fingers with his own. Then, holding the photos in your hand, and the rag doll, you began deepening your breathing, just separating yourself from the atmosphere around. You breathed in and breathed out, in, out, in, out, in out. Until your felt a bump on your legs,

“Daisy? Are you here?”

And saw a toddler running past

The small girl paused after running into you, and stared at you for a good long moment, before raising her arms up as if to ask you to lift her, you bent down and held up the doll for her, but before you could touch her she vanished. So you continued walking

“Did you see her? Is she here? Did she say anything? Did she look hurt?” Aizawa blurted our questions one after another, but you brought your finger up to your lips to respectfully silence him. Loud noises scared ghost children away, especially voices.

“Daisy? Can you come out to see me? I have your daddy with me. Don’t you want to see him again?” You attempted to coax the girl out of wherever she was hiding, to no avail. As you walked passed the different rooms a sweet smell got stronger and stronger. Until you started seeing small flashes, pictures really, in your mind. One was of the small girl in her fathers lap as a newborn, her mothers dead body not far away, must’ve died at birth. The next was of the girl crawling, playing with one of the dolls. And the next was the girl, now with longer hair and less chubby cheeks, having her picture taken, the same picture you were holding in her hand.

The last photo was of the girl sitting in a crib, letting out a small whimper, before going completely silent.

“Daisy? Please come out so we can talk, I promise I’m here to make you feel better.”

Then you heard the little putter of her running feet against the hardwood floor, felt the man beside you’s hand squeeze, and then felt her bump into you one more time. Instead of a giggle, or a smile thought, her face held a deep set frown, tears flowed freely down her face, but no noise came out of her mouth, something was wrong. Then she pointed to the room next to aizawas bedroom, and you got a glimpse of the interior. And gasped.

“What? What’s wrong? Is she still here? Did she fall? What did you see?” Aizawa asked more questions, noticing how your face fell, how your eyes were burned out into the threshold of that door. Your breathing turned heavy, and the smell now washed over you and clogged up your nose. What the hell.

Girls. So, so many girls stared back at you from that room. They all looked similar to that baby, but not the same, they had the same h/c colored hair, the same e/c eyes, and the same s/c skin, but each was slightly different. One thing they had in common, was their eyes, they were hollow, like the life had been sucked out of them. It took you a few seconds for you to hear them, but eventually you did. They all muttered the same things.

“Get out now. Run. Leave. You’re the real one. He wants you. He doesn’t want us. You have to leave. You’re the real one. Run. Run. RUN�� they screamed at you, you pretended you weren’t seeing anything scary, that you weren’t seeing anything wrong. Your words came out shaky and misplaced, but they let the man think what you were trying to get him to. You didn’t realize it until it was too late, you had e/c eyes, you have h/c hair, and you had s/c skin, but your face wasn’t different from the little girls. It looked so similar,

too similar.

“Daisy, you’re free now, go see your mother, you can leave sweetheart, just leave.” You spoke to the little girl and she nodded with a smile, and in a second, she vanished. All the girls vanished too, the noise stopped, the voices stopped, and the presence, left the house. They were all gone, you’d done your job. But they’d left you.

“Is that it? Was she okay? Are you done now?” He continued with his questions, now his hands were placed firmly against your shoulders, pressing down. His face held a factor of something different, not maliceful, almost love. He knew you’d lied.

“Y-yes. Her soul is gone from this place now- i- you don’t have to pay me anything- I have to go now. Thank you for your time sir. “ you sped through your words like a race, too fearful to sit down with this man and discuss how much he owed. Maybe you falsely judged his character to be a good person, there was something different behind his eyes, maybe you never noticed it, maybe it just appeared, but it was clear this man didn’t just bring you here to get rid of his dead daughter. And you didn’t want to find out what that reason was. So you turned around and made your way back down the hallway and towards the main front room, but before you could even take more than three steps he caught your wrist with his callused hands.

“That’s a cute little act you got there, walk around for a little bit and ask if she’s gone, just to cover up your own secrets” his hand clenched gently at your own, holding you tight enough to keep you from moving, enough to keep the fear pumping high in your veins. Yoh didn’t want to join all of those ghosts in that room, all of them who look something like you. You didn’t understand his words, nor did you want to, at this point you were just focused on getting out of this place.

“Sir- please let go of me- I don’t know what you’re thinking but I don’t have any secrets- o- I can actually see them- you’re daughter is gone-“ he didn’t listen to your pleading as he held onto your wrist tightly, you dug your heels into the ground and threw your body weight forward in attempts to free yourself from his grip. But to no avail, he was far taller than you, a bulky man with broad shoulders and heavy set muscles. You couldn’t fight him if you wanted to. Fuck.

“Sweetheart, I told you to call me Aizawa. And as far as I can see, my daughter is right here, with me” you spun around, confused. You’d seen the girl fade into nothing, fizzle into another realm you considered to be death. She wasn’t here anymore, not that you could see. Was it possible that she was still haunting her father?

“No. No I watched her go, she’s free. Let me go mr Aizawa. Please-“

“My daughter never died.” The phrase was simple, yet it still sent your head spinning, was this man delusional? Or were you? You’d seen those memories so vividly, almost as if they were your own, and those girls, ten or twelve of them, all similar versions of you. If that little girl didn’t die then who was it? No, no that was her ghost. She’s dead. But what if it wasn’t. Does that mean that/ this guy tried to find his daughter? and just grabbed any girl from wherever? But why were they all ghosts now? Wait. He killed them, including that little girl. Looking for his daughter. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.

In your moment of confusion, he took up your ceased struggling as an advantage to bend over and loop his arms under your legs and the small of your back, lifting you up off the wooden flooring into a cradle. Before you could question him he spoke up.

“She did have a heart attack, but an ambulance came and pumped her full of medicine, after she was healed they took her from me. Apparently the government believed I was too violent to be around her. So they took her. Not her. They took you” it was then that you could see where this was going, he was delusional the , sure you grew up in the foster care system, but they’d told you your parents were in jail. Not crazy or violent. Once the idea set in your mind, that’s when the initial panic ceased, and it now turned into a full blown tsunami of fear and anxiety. What would this man do to you.

“N-no- I saw her- I saw them. She’s dead- they’re all dead. I- I have to go. Let. Me. Go” you, surprisingly calmly spoke, the beginnings of tears begun to trickle down your cheeks, and you kicked and scratched at his chest. But it didn’t work, it wouldn’t. He smiles lovingly at you, how hadn’t you noticed these signs before? All the doting looks, the way his voice was laced with love. How had you mistaken all that for coldness?

“Oh no oh no- don’t cry Daisy. There’s no need to be scared! I’ll take very good care of you, you’re my daughter after all, my sweet little baby that I lost. Don’t you worry. I’m here now, daddy’s here” he soothed and wiped your tears off your face, his hands were rough, but gentle, you couldn’t help but flinch away from him at his touch.

“I-I’m not your daughter. Sir I swear. Please- please just let me go” you were begging now, humiliating yes, but you were desperate now, the knowledge of the weight of the situation now laid heavy in your brain. Your voice began to crack, and you could feel your resolve beginning to bend into nothing, anything that was holding your emotions in had broken. And you began sobbing, screaming even, anything to finally get him off of you. He assumed it was just your confusion, this must be overwhelming right? So he tried to soothe you, bouncing up and down slightly and patting your back slowly, not understanding that he was the real reason this was happening to you.

“Don’t worry baby- I have all you need here. My pretty little one, I’m so glad to have you back” he coped, brushing that h/c hair out of your face, if just made you sob even harder.

In the midst of your tantrum, just in the corner of your peripheral vision, you caught a glimpse of a girl. Once again that looked like you, just smaller, younger. You reached out to her with one arm, sobbing the worlds “help” or “please” , his touch felt suffocating now. Your parents were dead, he was just a delusional man doing insane things. You refused to believe that your entire life is a lie.

“You did this to us. He wanted you. But he got us. We got hurt because of you. You did this yoh did this you did this. This is

All

Your

Fault”

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If you couldn’t tell, I just watched a bunch of paranormal horror movies and now feel the need to write paranormal oneshots.

This was a request sent by message, so it doesn’t show up. It was super super fun to write though.

Please. Please. PLEASE tell me if it’s hard to understand!

Have a great day today! Goodnight my lovely readers!