#this ''yandere Nightmare

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, yandere, stepcest

fem reader

Creep Step-bro – who steals the keys to your shared bathroom on account that you use too much time in there. He’ll barge in when you’re in the shower in the mornings to take a piss even though you squeal at him to get out. You’ll turn around to hide, still needing to wash out the shampoo from your hair, annoyed “ughs” and curse words leaving you – and he’ll sneak a snide look, watching the soapsuds and water run over the plump of your ass, glossy skin, perfect curve, down between your thighs and legs.

When you grab the towel, you sneer at him, “asshole,” before stomping out. He’ll shrug his shoulders, brushing his teeth with jaded eyes – casually pushing his hips forward against the sink, acting like he doesn’t have a boner he plans on rubbing out to the pretty picture of your wet naked body along with that cute scowl on your face.

You’re practically begging for it walking about the house in those little pajama shorts – so tiny he can see the crease of your cheek, so tight he can see the puffy outline of your cunt. Not to mention the loose tank top you wear with it. Sometimes without a bra on. The round of your soft titties going jump on every step you take.

Of course, he’s going to use any excuse to brush up against you. Coming behind you when you stand in the kitchen – prepping snacks for you and the gaggle of girlfriends held up in your room. He’ll push his crotch against the fat of your ass, pretending to reach for a bowl in the cupboard above you, and you’ll whine out something like “ew, gross, personal space-” but he’ll only savor the struggle even more – only raising his brow at you when you turn around with a strict pointer pressed up beneath his chin, telling him with a frown how he better not perv on any of your friends.

Shit- you’re so clueless…

Clueless as to how he robs your panties from the laundry bin and fucks the silky lace until they fray from his rough handlings – how he winds it so tight it strangles his cock, scrunching his face while imagining it’s your tight pussy before he blows his messy load into the dainty thing – loving the thought of you cluelessly walking around in them. 

Sure, it’s been washed since then, but still… 

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Denki, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Mahito, Geto, Gojo, Toji, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Kuro, Miya twins, Suna, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ BLLK – Reo ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Sanemi

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[yandere-wishes]

LOOK AT HIM !!!! HE IS SO KINGCORE!! HE LOOKS SO SO SO AAAHHHHH!!!!

No littraly he looks like an undead king or gangster godfather!!!!! Oh my God the IDEAS I'm having about this man!! He is so PERFECT!!!!!!!

[weebsinstash]

Hi I’ve been watching Hazbin Hotel and I found your blog which is amazing by the way , and I was wondering what are your thoughts on yandere Alastor ?

Thanks babe! ^^ so i was discussing this with someone recently and, to avoid doing that thing where I have too any concepts on the same post, I'm going to stick with a specific idea I've had of him recently which I will call "canon accurate yandere Alastor"

imma be honest and say this version would fucking suck depending on your preferences because he

-doesn't love you romantically and doesn't let YOU date

-doesn't wanna fuck you either AND DOESN'T LET YOU FUCK ANYONE ELSE EITHER

-probably does not consider you an equal by any means, like he considers you a good friend and you're charming and lovely and whatever, but he sees you like.... you'd be puking into a trashcan and he's the one holding your hair back, "now see my dear, this is why you shouldn't go out drinking without a proper escort~" like there's a vague layer of condescension and there's a huge massive power balance and experience balance between you two

Like. He's. He's kind of condescendingly cunty to you, he's vaguely looking at you with the energy of "MacKenzie oh my gosh MacKenzie you're so drunk, you're wasted, oh my god let me drive you home, no girl I'm taking your keys, you're too--" like do you get what I mean? He's a traditional gentleman and he comes along and uh, he thinks he sees this raw potential and charm inside of you that he thinks is being wasted by your modern lifestyle which can literally include

- your diet

-your tech use or what you use from day to day

- how you dress

-how you TALK

-how you spend your time

-who you hang out with

Just picture he meets you, you catch his eye, maybe you're at the hotel, and he's entertained by your sarcastic witty replies to his antics that maybe even get a chuckle out of him. You're a spitfire and he likes that!

.... and then the next time he sees you you're like vaping weed from a pen, looking at him with half lidded eyes, playing a game on your phone, too scattered to fully hold a conversation with him, to focus, to be as entertaining to him as before, and he's grinding the teeth in his smile, "oh no, this won't do at all", especially when he sees negative affects such maybe you're watching things he doesn't approve of or you're being harassed idk

I feel like since Alastor canonically drinks and is quite a heavyweight apparently, he wouldn't mind his darling drinking, but he would definitely control how much after a while. If you get too wasted in front of him too many times, he'll completely cut you off. Folks are you aware that getting too drunk can cause an alcohol induced panic attack that can literally take away your ability to move your hands and arms and make your mouth numb. I found this out recently :) whoops. And I feel like Alastor sees that shit and you'd have to EARN HIS TRUST for him to let you drink again and uh, I don't think that's possible

You're kind of like a bestie but you're also like a toy he's playing with and he doesn't like to share. He'll drag you away from doing other things with other people, especially if he doesn't approve of what you're doing and or with whom. He basically views you dating other people as lowering yourself to people who are beneath you and would only want you to give yourself to someone who deserves you, and he doesn't think ANYONE deserves you except him, and he DOESNT LIKE YOU THAT WAY so the man is just like FORCING CELIBACY ON YOU. Like have you ever seen videos of people taking their domesticated lovely groomed pets outdoors and like a stray or even wild animal version of it comes along to. Hump. And the owner is freaking out, "get the fuck AWAY I don't know where you've been" or at least Should? THAT'S Alastor watching 'other people trying to predate upon you' aka YOU trying to get laid or date

You'll be cooking something and he'll come up and try some without asking, "Hah! This is terrible!" and either watch you so he can tell you what he thinks you did wrong once the dish is finished or he takes over and asserts that he wants to show you to do it "the proper way!" and if you're female he potentially inserts a comment about how as a lovely lady you should know your way around a kitchen (in like a positive "I'll show you so you can know for yourself" way but like the underlying misogyny is there lol)

He'll take you out drinking and dancing but don't you dare let him catch you throwing it back or being mildly sexual, or he'll immediately tell you you've had too much to drink and take you home and you two spend the rest of the night like drinking tea listening to the radio, reading books, or watching old timey TV.

Lastly... I can absolutely see Alastor making some kind of deal with his darling for their soul. He CAN do that (and I think technically anyone in Hell can deal with souls, it's apparently part of the becoming an Overlord process). But I can just see him taking his darling's soul in exchange for anything, it might be really small, it might be really important, but he sees it as safeguarding your beautiful lovely little soul from anyone else who might take it. It truly is like THE HIGHEST FORM OF OWNING YOU, CONTROLLING YOU. It's all according to whatever is in the deal, but I'm sure there's other basic caveats you get... like him being able to summon you at will if you agree to it so he's randomly yanking you away from other people or tracking you when he doesn't know when you are.... or restraining you so you stop running away from him and running out on the town to act so... vulgar

[lilacxquartz]

TO SAVE A BROKEN SOUL • suguru geto x cursed spirit fem!reader

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summary: roaming around the forest as a neutral cursed spirit spirit, you stumble upon a temple, not quite knowing what sort of nightmare awaited you from the inside.

tags/warnings: dead dove, (upcoming) non-con, violence, yandere, reader insert, weekly updates, dark, multi chapter, horror

Chapter 1: Found

Wandering around the forest in the dead of night was essentially second nature to you. It was survival, plain and simple.

It was how you got by.

Moving from one point to another without a single destination in mind, never knowing where you’d end up next—that’s just what being a cursed spirit was; to be stuck in a perpetual state of endless, aimless drift.

Your journey was lacking direction and your benign existence had swallowed away any purpose you could have had. Regular humans would call this being a ghost, but it felt much worse than that.

To have no purpose, nor an escape.

And despite calling yourself a neutral entity, you stayed far away from human settlements, never daring to get too close. You knew better than to risk it. Accidents were inevitable if you lingered a little too close to people (or a little too long), so you simply didn’t gamble the chance to begin with.

It was easier that way.

It was safer.

The fine line of what separated you from being a neutral spirit and a malevolent one was very thin though, but could have been defined by how you fed. Rather than tempting fate with the potential of human flesh, you chose restraint, resigning you to either not feed at all or to keep your feasts confined to what you found within the forest.

(But the desire was always present; gnawing away at your gradually lapsing self control, clawing at your core—so desperate to let slip… waiting for that perfect moment.)

Sustainability wasn’t that much of a necessity for you otherwise. After all, you weren’t truly alive; at least not in the same way that humans (and living things overall) were.

But sometimes you couldn’t help but crave it. The scent and taste of human flesh—so sickeningly sweet and almost intoxicating—seasoned with the essence of their negativity. A delicacy so potent yet so forbidden.

In that aspect, you were always starving, but you also didn’t mind. The hunger kept your senses sharp which in turn, kept you focused. It was a bitter reminder of who (or what) you could become should you ever let it consume you.

So instead, you roamed. You wandered. You cruised through the trees not bothering a single soul, as a neutral, almost dormant being.

However, this neck of the woods that you found yourself within different somehow. Despite passing through it countless times before, you somehow never stumbled across this particular temple.

The realisation that you were treading on human property hit you all too late, noticing the structure only when you were halfway up a path of rooted stairs. Extinguished lanterns hung above, charred ashes escaping from the blackened wicks, swinging off of overgrown wooden beams that framed along the path.

At first, you thought that it was abandoned.

But just as you were about to take a step inside, intending to take refuge for the night…

…A sound froze you in place.

Footsteps.

Quickly snapping out of your daze, your innate response was to retreat in fear of being spotted. Not everyone could see cursed spirits, but you couldn’t afford to take that chance, knowing that in doing so, you risked compromising your very existence.

But you were all too slow.

A young girl had already caught a glimpse of you; her eyes locking onto your position. A wave of panic swept over you and without thinking—you bolted—desperate to fade back into the inviting darkness of the woods. Back into the shadows where you belonged. Away from the prying eyes of people, or worse, by the unforgiving gaze of sorcerers.

To be seen, to be even be acknowledged for a split second, was to invite danger and that was a price that you simply could not afford to pay.

In your rushed escape, your arm caught on a loose branch that tore into your marbled flesh. The wood cut deep, chipping away at your body like brittle stone. You seethed in pain, emitting a high-pitched whine as inky black blood spilled from your wound, trailing behind you and painting a dark path that led to your position.

You attempted to tune into the forest, to isolate whether or not someone was behind you; hearing the twigs that snapped underfoot like spreading wildfire closing in behind you in a stalking cresendo—they were right behind you—ready to close in at any second.

Your own nerves betrayed you, catching you off guard as your clarity soon became clouded with a surge of panic. Every instinct screamed at you to run in all directions at once, daring you to abandon all sense of logic and to give into your instincts, maybe even…!

But it was all too late.

They caught up to you.

(And whoever it was, they weren’t the least bit kind.)

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as strong hands clamped around your shoulders, wrapping fingers that dug into your flesh to keep you solidified in place. Such horrid pressure that radiated off of the assiliant that felt almost suffocating in how they grounded you. Not only did they manage to capture you, but they also have managed to have rootyou to the spot, sealing off your final window of escape.

Unable to say a word, you instead choked as your breath tore harsh against the air, feeling yourself be thrown backwards. More blood continued to pour as you tanked the landing impact, watching with unease as a tall figure caged you in. You remained statued as they pushed your body right up against the bark of the tree, demonstrating such strength that it began to crack and splinter.

Their touch felt unforgiving, despite the unmistakable scent of being human.

(So who was the real monster here?)

Your mind continued to scream danger, urging you to move, to do anything that didn’t result in remaining still. Every remaining instinct urged for you to fight back before your demise was met, before your existence was erased entirely, before—

“Trying to slip away so soon?” a chilling male voice asked, catching you in the midst of your spiralling thoughts. Their tone was cold, yet somehow deceptively gentle, only seeming to unsettle you further.

You couldn’t trust them.

Not with an introduction like this.

You faltered, your sights submitting to the looming figure before you. Your instincts continued to run wild as your mind warred with itself, begging—pleading—for you to get away, to please, please escape. In a last ditch effort, you tried to push past the man, clawing at his skin in a bid to push him away from you.

But in doing so, you only managed to piss him off further.

Before you even knew it—before you could even react—you were dislocated, struck down and dislocated.

Did he get a hit on you…?

Without a moment’s pause, you involuntarily slumped against the tree, your legs giving way. Your vision blurred as you desperately attempted to focus on the man before you, the moonlight just barely illuminating his face.

From what little you could make out, he could have been a shaman or perhaps even a monk. His attire was traditional, something you recognised as a religious garment.

A peculiar thought crossed your mind: since when were buddhist monks so violent?

He flicked his eyes to the wound you inflicted on him before meeting with your gaze again. “That hurt.”

Once again, you tried to back away, your words barely coming out to defend your cause.

“I-I haven’t even, I haven’t touched the temple,” you blurted out, your delivery barely coherent. “Please, just… let me go.”

You stared him down with an intense glare, hoping to challenge him into finding reason but instead all he did was mirror your gaze; leaving you pooling with confusion (and maybe even dread).

Maybe he wasn’t a regular human, but rather a sorcerer instead.

You really hoped not though, because then you would be in some serious trouble.

His eyes narrowed, his tone remained serious and cold as he spoke up once again, “So you’re admitting that was you lurking around the temple?”

Nodding, you scanned around the vicinity seeking an opportunity to exit, but there was none.

“I won’t come back if you let me go,” you promised.

However, the man didn’t waver. Instead, he seemed to be almost entertained(?) at your attempt to negotiate, as if your behaviour was oddly human to some extent given your status. “Bit of an odd one, aren’t you?”

He crouched down, extending a couple of pinched fingers to tweeze your chin and point your jaw towards the moonlight. You writhed under his grip, feeling unsettled by his invasive and unyielding stare.

“Quite pretty too,” he murmured with backhanded praise, “…for a cursed spirit.”

“Let go of me, I’ll leave and—“

“—hm?” he caught you mid plea. “Who said anything about you leaving?”

“Aren’t you going to kill me?” you asked, your voice carrying a hint of reluctance the longer you remained in his company. You weren’t naïve; you understood fully well what sorcerers were capable of.

What their jobs were.

“Kill you?” he mused, his expression remaining unreadable. “I could. I might. But for now, I’m simply curious about you,” he paused, taking a moment to admire your appearance once again, “so, why don’t you come with me?”

You shook your head violently, attempting to back away as far as you possibly could but he didn’t let you get very far, if anywhere at all.

Instead, he pulled you to your feet as he stood up, his voice adopting a threatening edge, “Let me rephrase that for you,” he leaned in just a bit closer, “come with me or I will exorcise you. Your choice.”

Feeling torn, you finally resigned your fate to the hands of the strange monk. Your stomach gnawed with furious hunger, begging for you to sink your teeth deep into his flesh as both a punishment as well as a chance to buy time to escape. Yet, there was something about him that at the same time that overrode such an urge, something that made you drop your guard around him at long last—and—against your better judgement, to even trust him.

So in the end, you gave in after all, choosing to follow him back to the temple.

Unaware of all the dark plans that he had in store for you.

~~~

this is part 2 of lilac’s bite sized yandere nightmares

[cherubmm]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ YAN!SWAPDREAM.NIGHTMARE HCS ࿐ྂ

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: SWAPDREAM.Nightmare

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Hint of violence. Implied Moral dilemma. One-sided love. Slightly implied suggestive theme(?). Attempt of nonconsensual touches (dw nothing really happens). Breaking in. Mention of stealing belongings. Stalking. Obsessive & Possessive thoughts. OCC. Proof-read(yay!)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Can't y'all notice that I want turn this into filthy filthy filthy? Pleaseeee :( Also this is probably one of the longest writing I ever made.

Nightmare doesn't like you. But not in a sense where he loathes you entirely— quite the contrary, actually— rather, in a way where he wants nothing to do with you and for the reason of it is simple; he wants you safe. Unlike his brother who feels exceedingly entitled to control his darling's emotions and calling dibs right up, nightmare would be very AGAINST IT.

The guardian of negativity are highly empathic when it comes to your situation— Poor little you, it must be unfortunate to be admired, let alone be loved, by a repulsive being such as himself, ain't it? He pity you, he truly does! This skeleton is painfully aware of the danger and dire possibilities of being associated with him even as he tries —and fails — to delude himself otherwise.

And yet, despite his words.... He couldn't bring to turn his heels away from you no matter what his conscience screamed at him. How unfortunate

The darker guardian never let you meet him. That's right, you heard it clearly; never let you meet him. Just as i'd stated earlier, there are so many dreadful scenarios that could happen to you just by associating or being seen together with him, public or not, there's still an eye in every corner.

While I tend to keep it ambiguous and leave the relationship of darling and the yandere to the readers, the most likely and fitted scenario that would happen here is he's a stranger to you— completely, utterly and entirely so. You wouldn't know who he is nor will get any thoughts about it. Nightmare made sure that you remain oblivious to his presence all while he's not in yours. He craftily calculated everything, pulling string deliberately over the course of continuing his duty to protect the weak —mostly you— and hunt his brother.

Speaking of which, nightmare's BIGGEST fear is for you, to encounter dream (yeah, you come first. The rest can come next or be damned, he doesn't really care). Hypothetically, if there is still indeed an apple left on the tree, nightmare wouldn't hesitate to devour it just to annihilate dream all at once the moment he senses any alludes of interest directly to you. This is not even him— talking from possessiveness. In general,the younger skeleton knows his (delusional) brother's motives and it's always up-to-no-good. The last thing he wanted is for his cherished beloved, to be caught on the web.

Nightmare is greatly frustrated at the situation he put himself in. While the judiciousness alongside his morality (fortunately) overpowering his very own desire, the minor part of mind— something that ran far deeper than simple hunger for closure or possession yet veiled by the constant self-restriction— constantly murmured temptation to his (metamorphic) ears. The promising of forbidden pleasure he could taste if he only let his guard down and indulge for once— just this once.

This is always how it goes. The voice will strike at the times where he's at his weakest and desperate point. Yet, by the end of the day, he will never acted out on it. After all, he swore to his very being to not disturb you with his wretched presence, only allowed to bask at the sight of your beauty behind the shadow, where he can properly monitor and execute any danger that could possibly lurking near you. Right, he doesn't have a weak mind, he can't be affected by it. No never!.

...

...Then why is he here...?

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. What the fuck is he thinking?!

Nightmare paced restlessly, his tall frame moving back and forth in complete silence at the corner of your room. His gloved hands gripped at the sides of his skull, clawing in desperation, trying to quiet the raging conflict inside his mind. His face twisted with emotions he fought so hard to keep buried—anguish, frustration, guilt. Each second that passed only darkened the torment.

This is bad. This is bad. This is so, so bad. Fuckin' hell, Nightmare, you’ve messed up real bad this time, he thought—or was it him thinking? The voice in his head sounded like his own, but the words were biting, foreign. His thoughts were so loud, so scattered, they felt almost tangible.

He needed to smoke. Anything to dull the noise in his head, to drag himself back to some semblance of control. But the heavy sigh that left him was shaky, not quite calming. He had to get a grip. If he let his emotions slip any further, he might wake you, and disturbing your peace was the last thing he wanted to do.

Nightmare paused, standing still as his gaze shifted toward your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful, completely unaware of the storm raging just a few feet away. Seeing you like this—so vulnerable, so unguarded—was enough to make his thoughts blur into a painful white noise.

What the hell am I doing here? He’d sworn to himself, over and over again, that he wouldn’t disturb you. That he’d stay in the shadows where he belonged, only watching from a distance, ensuring your safety without ever letting you know of his cursed presence. He was supposed to be your guardian, protector. Never the intruder.

But here he was, standing at the edge of your bed like a hypocrite, breaking all the promises he’d made to himself. Guilt gnawed at him, making him feel filthy, like he was tainting the very air around you. He was doing exactly what he swore he never would—he was crossing the line. He should leave. Now. Forget this ever happened and go back to keeping his distance.

But when his gaze fell on you again, all his self-reprimands dissolved. The thoughts turned to dust in the back of his mind. You were ethereal. So pure, so unblemished, so untouched by almost anything.

Without realizing it, his feet moved forward. He knelt at the edge of your bed, his hand trembling as it hovered near your exposed leg. His mind flooded with filthy, shameful thoughts—what if he just let go for once? What if he gave in to the temptation that had been eating away at him for so long? He could touch you right now, could claim just a moment of forbidden pleasure.

...

But the moment passed. His restraint won out, as it always did.

Instead of touching your skin, Nightmare gently grasped the edge of your blanket, pulling it over you to cover the exposed areas. His hands were still shaking as he made sure the fabric was tucked securely around you, ensuring that no cold air would reach your delicate skin. It was a small act, something that soothed the turmoil within him, if only for a fleeting second.

He stood again, distancing himself from the temptation that had nearly undone him. His gaze wandered across your room, taking in the personal belongings that filled the space. His eyes caught on the pictures scattered on your shelves—photos of you, smiling alongside others. Who are these people? Jealousy flared within him, but he quickly quashed it, moving instead toward your belongings.

His eyes landed on something small and delicate: your handkerchief. It sat neatly on one of your shelves, its design is unmistakably yours. Nightmare reached for it with trembling hands, bringing the fabric to his face. He inhaled softly, trying to capture the faint trace of your scent that lingered on the cloth.

The scent calmed him, grounding him for a moment as he stood there in the quiet of your room, the fabric pressed gently to his face. After a while, the feeling faded. His fingers grew still, and he knew it was time to leave.

But instead of placing the handkerchief back where he found it, he tucked it neatly into his coat pocket. A small, selfish memento of the night. A part of you to keep with him when he couldn’t be near.

He made his way back to your bedside, his gaze falling on you one last time. His eyes softened as he watched you sleep, his chest heavy with longing and guilt. He didn’t deserve to be here, didn’t deserve to be near you.

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With one final glance, he disappeared, fading in the gust of purple smoke as if he’d never been there at all.

[ema0rsully]

Another crossover collage

-this will be my wallpaper 🦭

[kitkatmochi]

Darling: *having a nightmare*

Yan! Dream-eater: *quietly moves to the corner of the room, drooling at darling, before quietly moving on top of them*

*tendrils reach out, brushing against darling as the creature feeds on their nightmares with a ravenous hunger*

Yan! Dream-eater: Ḿ̷͈̼̪̆͑ŏ̸͓̟͍͊̏̈́̅r̸̡̾̌̄͛͐e̷̫͕̳̽̓͠

[gonsia]

Nightmare 🪓❤‍🩹

Chicken on a T-shirt (//`w`//)

[re-termination]

Don't really like to step into yandere tropes a lot but just a thought

Yandere Human! Sebastian who actually did commit the crimes he was accused of. No urbanshade involved just him running loose in society.

He's your dearest friend, but lately he's been acting strange. He's smart enough to not get caught by authorities, but he can't keep up his nonchalant facade around you. He gets rid of any suitors and anyone who dares to bother you, so certainly he's not in the wrong right?

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, yandere

fem reader

Gentle giant but domineering as fuck - big bulky yanderes and their teeny tiny darlings. Soft sweet things who can't bring themselves to say or do anything but whine and wiggle when pinned with only one hand.

He keeps both your wrists above your heads while your tight little cunt is split apart by fat cock - making such a devastatingly pudgy belly bulge when nestled all the way inside your womb.

Stuffed up so good, you're left full-on panting from it - then driven to scream with tears when his chubby fingers run three rough pads over your little budding clit.

So cruelly overstimulated, you're shaking with curled toes, coiled so tightknit in your stomach, you're all but bursting when cumming.

Only able to clench on his stout member for purchase, making him chuckle to see you try so hard - struggling around his thickness as though it's not already deep inside you.

He only coos at you, voice soft and relaxed while fucking you deep and leisurely. "That's it, baby, cum on that cock. You know you love it. That's right, milk me, and I promise I'll fill you up with it soon."

Soon - being hours away.

BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Enji, FatGum, AFO, All Might

JJK – Sukuna, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Kenjaku

HQ – Daichi, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa

BLLK – Kunigami

DS – Doma

HxH – Uvogin

ATSV - Miguel

[zu-is-here]

Red

Fluffynightkiller Week by @help-im-a-gay-fish

An Unhealthy Obsession AU by help-im-a-gay-fish

Ccino by black-nyanko

Nightmare by jokublog

Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch

[thedarkestrivernymph]

Spooky Scary Skeleton!

Yandere! Jack Skellington x Gn! Reader

warnings: yandere themes, abduction, not accurate depictions of characters

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“Oh my, Oh my! What do we have here? An earthling, here, in the land of shadows?” the fleeting sound of a man taunted, gravelly rumbling voice tinged with amusement as it rung deeply in your sensitive eardrums.

The night was one dangerous itself; gnarly shadowy figures dancing all around, as the breeze rustled the last leaves of autumn, creating a graveyards all across the forest grounds for them to rot on. Cries echoed—the laughter of foreign tongues cursing, while the wind was all time furious, his scream the most piercing as it traveled through the knobby branches intertwined into eachother.

“Who—who is there? Show yourself!” you demanded, voice swallowed by the cool of the night, silence quickly falling over you, hanging like a thick could over your head, as you frantically whipped your head around, squeezing the handle of your broken flashlight.

“If you don't—I will have you know that I own a weapon, and I am not afraid to use it!” you threatened whoever was toying with your sanity so deep in the woods, only the silver of the moon guided you through the maze of oddly shaped trees; crowns tilted downwards as if they themselves felt uneasy in the cold of the night.

“He, I would love to see you try, mortal.” the voice continued to your chip sanity away, his tone so rough and hoarse, as if the only air he breathed was smoke and he had forgotten he possessed a throat to growl through.

“I am serious, you sick fucking weirdo!—” you snarled, right before you felt twig snap beneath your shoe and the sudden jolt caused your foot to catch onto one of the many roots breaking through the earth’s crust like spidery legs. Your high-pitched terror rattled through the thicket, twisting yourself to the side, while squeezing your eyes shut as you prayed to not fall face-first into the dirt.

Yet you never felt the embrace of the lumpy ground, because something or rather someone was swifter than any human ought to be—with hands too lithe that they were poking the subtle flesh of your arms.

“Tsk, earthling, now look at you. So helpless, so mortal, so endearing. You're like a little fawn! Are you searching for the thrill of Halloween? Why else would a weak thing like you ever enter my lands.” the stranger rasped, purring the words, while he pressed you to himself—to a you who ripped open your eyes to stare at not a man, but a mask, or at least what you assumed to be one.

“Let go off me, you crazy fucker! I have got a life to live!—” you protested assuming the creature you were looking at, was some creep living out his fantasy of murdering on Halloween night as a cartoon character. However no matter how much you writhed, kicked and scratched his grip didn't falter, it didn't even ease.

The skull head tilted to the side, features twisting and moving around—morphing so smoothly as if this wasn't an animated mask some nerd had designed. You were sure of it, his towering height, the glow in his eyes and the odd skeleton hands, with his fingers curling around you like vines, were all just part of a costume.

Until you tried to kick him between his thighs and realized one thing; there wasn't anything soft down there—in fact there wasn't anything down there except bones to begin with.

You screamed and upon noticing Jack couldn't help but laugh boisterously. “Oh human! How fascinating creatures you are! What were you trying to do? Stick a hand through my hips? Is that a little hobby of yours? Such odd specimen.” he cooed, pinching your cheek before swiftly picking you up by the scruff and throwing you over his shoulder—and only then did you notice the little creatures all around you, hiding in the shadows, encircling you both, fascinated by the sight of you.

You finally realised—that you were no longer in the human world, that this guy wasn't just another costume but a real living, perhaps not breathing, skeleton—and the realisation choked you with fear, ensnaring your heart in a gilded cage of fear.

“Don't worry, I will take good care of you, afterall I am Jack Skellington! I look over the lands here—all these monsters are under my protection. And since you’re a mortal, a grave danger to all of us, you will have to stay here for quite some time, all alone with me.” he spoke overly energetic—until his voice faded out with his last words, something sinister tinging his mischievous tune.

Well he had always found humans just so fascinating, and after catching sight of you, a little fawn with bright eyes, a mundane life and odd customs, on another one of his missions of mischief in the human world, he had made sure that you would find your way into his, and therefore into his arms.

[lilacxquartz]

lilac’s bite sized jjk yandere nightmares masterlist

about: exploring darker yandere with short stories/8 chapters max fics—updated every monday with sometimes a break if a chapter/story needs more time.

tw: some of these works will be very intense, the generalised tag is dead dove, but the specific warnings will be listed in the work or chapter as it gets updated. links lead to ao3 as well as tumblr.

ao3 • main masterlist

blessed with blue • tumblr link

angel satoru gojo x mortal reader

to save a broken soul • tumblr link

suguru geto x cursed spirit reader

pretty little trinket • tumblr link

harpy shoko x human reader

beyond hellfire

true form sukuna x reader

haunted memories

kenjaku x vessel reader

limited edition doll

mahito x reader

frozen in time

mad scientist uraume x reader

symbiosis

(turning) zombie choso kamo x reader

entombed

yuki tsukumo x reader

damsel in distress

king kento nanami x peasant reader

in my web

monster utahime x adventurer reader

passenger princess

shiu kong x reader

the lies we tell

higuruma hiromi x reader

never let you go

ghoul naoya x widowed reader

too pretty to die

takuma ino x reader

[cherubmm]

🍎☪⇢ ˗ˏˋ INJURIES ࿐ྂ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: PASSIVE.nightmare

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Obsessive Thoughts. Delusional mindset. Abandonment issue implied. Self-harm(?). Violence mention. Gashlight hinted. Vague whether the relationship is platonic or romantic (up to the reader's interpretation). Not-proofread. OOC. Reader was referred to as a 'prince' once

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : cherbmm

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Deciding to use my own prompt instead from now on since i just realize that majority of my writing doesn't even align with the actual prompt.

Nightmare sat silently beneath the towering Tree of Feelings, his body aching from head to toe. The sharp pain in his ankle told him it might be damaged. His dark, torn clothes clung to him, barely holding together after another beating he'd endured. Scars lined his form from head to toe, and fractured bones peeked through disheveled fabric from rough handling. His gaze remained low, a dull, pained expression clouding his usual soft demeanor.

Then came your voice, sharp but full of concern, breaking through his haze. "Seriously, what's gotten into you?" you muttered, frowning as you knelt beside him, your hands working deftly to patch him up.

A rough bandaid was pressed against his cheekbone, causing nightmare to flinch as a small whimper escaping his lips. Your touch, although gentle compared to what he’d endured earlier, still sent little jolts of pain through his body. You were frustrated, he could tell, and you weren’t holding back.

"You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep this up, nightmare," you grumbled, continuing to work. Your fingers were slightly rough as you cleaned a particularly nasty gash on his arm. "If I find out who did this—" you trailed off, your voice dropping to a near growl, "I swear I’ll make them eat more than a dirt."

The threats were half-hearted, yet there was an unmistakable edge to them that made him feel... safe, in a strange way. "I... I just—" he began, his meek voice barely rising above the rustling leaves, but you cut him off with another sharp retort.

As your hands continued their work, wrapping bandages around his arms with deliberate motions, Nightmare found himself staring off into the distance, His thoughts began to drift as you continued to aid on his injuries.

'Why do I keep doing this?' he thought bitterly, heart heavy with guilt and self-loathing. Those villagers… always hated him, fear him and don't want to do anything with him.

but you're different, you... stayed.

Nightmare clenched his fists. He hated making you worry, but at the same time, the thought of involving you terrified him. If those villagers ever found out you were close to him… stars, he couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt. They would do far worse to you, and that was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

...So, he let them beat him. Let them take out their anger on him, use him as their punching bag. All so he could come back to you and see the way your brows furrowed in concern. All so you would patch him up, focus on him more.

A selfish part of him enjoyed it—not the pain directly—, enjoyed how much attention you gave him when he returned bruised and broken. He felt bad about it, but it wasn’t enough to make him stop. You were the only good thing in his life, and he would do whatever it took to keep you by his side.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize how quiet he had become until a particularly rough tug on his arm made him flinch back into reality. You were wrapping a strip of silk tightly around his forearm to cover the broken bone beneath.

"Too many injuries," you grumbled, your eyes narrowing in frustration. "Damnit, nightmare— why are you not saying anything to me..?!"

The latter flinched once more, staying silent than necessary as his gaze stayed fixed on your face. You were frowning, lips twisted in frustration, your brows furrowed in anger. You looked absolutely furious, like you were ready to burn the entire village to the ground.

Nightmare blinked, momentarily disoriented as he focused on your face, taking in every detail. Despite the clear anger plastered across your features, you looked... beautiful. Ethereal, even. His eye lights flickered, a deep purple blush creeping across his cheekbones. His metamorphic heart began to pound, fast and hard. He couldn’t help but stare at you, utterly entranced

You looked like an angel to him— his very-own guardian angel.

'How could anyone be so beautiful?' His mind whispered before abruptly stopping as another wave of embarrassment washed over him. 'stop it. Stop thinking like that!' he scolded himself, He felt ashamed for even thinking this way, knowing you were only doing this because you cared for him as a friend. But that didn’t stop the thoughts from flooding in.

He quickly averted his gaze, his eyes darting to the grassy ground. Nightmare snapped his gaze away from you, staring down at the ground where his book lay open in the grass. It was an old story—one about a prince and a beast.

He hadn’t finished it yet, but the scene that stuck with him the most was the prince, leaning down to kiss the beast and break the curse, turning them into a beautiful princess.

His mind wandered again, and suddenly, he imagined you as the prince. And him? Well, he’d be the beast, of course. A cursed creature, waiting for someone to save him, waiting for you to...

...

Another layer purple flush dusted his cheekbones. It's a surprise you still haven't noticed it at this point (or maybe, you choose to ignore it). The thought made his entire face flush purple, his bones tingling with a strange warmth. 'What’s wrong with me?' He felt his soul twist in embarrassment, heat rising in his skull. 'This is so stupid, so embarrassing!'

“Hey, are you zoning out again?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face, pulling him back once more. Nightmare blinked rapidly, feeling the cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled. His voice was small, meek.

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[reareaotaku]

Babes pls i need more glen content, likee 😭

Maybe some hcs or something like that? Can be sfw, nsfw, literally whatever you want i just need more glen content 😭😭

Took me a second to realize you meant Glen Lantz lol- Thought you meant Glen from Inside Job TW: Sex mentioned once

He is so in love with you it's crazy

PDA to the max. If you don't like PDA he gets it, but he will slowly gaslight/emotionally manipulate you into holding his hand or something in public

Always has an arm around you, no matter what

Always on the phone with you- His mother has to yell him to hang the phone up. Takes up on the call time

Writes you love letters/poems and puts them in your locker/mailbox/hidden places in your room

Sneaks into your room at night and sometimes wakes you up

^ Sometimes though, he just watches you sleep. It's incredibly creepy, but he finds it relaxing. You woke up one time and freaked out on you but told you he was only there for a few minutes [Over an hour] and that he was about to wake you up

He also tends to go through your things. Better lock up your diary, because if he finds it, he's digging through it trying to find his name

He wants to have sex, but won't push you, though he will be grumpy if you say no

He's a very passionate man and could never dream of hurting you

Loves when you run your fingers through his hair- It drives him insane

He truly believes you will last forever

And you will... One way or another

[ladydemonade]

Not me making a whole ass boss oc for SOTE

(to ship with Messmer)

She likes candlemaking❤️

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