Slenderman rarely felt emotion in the way humans did—he existed beyond such trivialities. Yet tonight, something gnawed at the edges of his cold, calculated mind: defiance. You had refused his invitation. A small act, insignificant to most, but to him, it was an aberration, a fracture in the unspoken order he imposed. Irritation crept in, subtle but undeniable. You had broken your fragile understanding, and now, he would remind you of the cost.

Toby has never been gentle with his toys. Why should he be gentle now? You're his, after all. WARNING: This story contains dark themes and depicts an unstable, dangerous character who may act inappropriately. Proceed with caution.

Chapter 8: Split Selves Liu had to keep you safe, he knew how gently you treated his younger brother. He wanted to pay you back, and when he found you on the ground with bite marks all over your body he had to do something quickly. For Jeff's sake, and maybe for his as well. The only problem was Sully being a pain in the ass. [ASYLUM AU]

"¡No manches, bro! ¿Qué chingados hiciste? That's messed up, I swear... I can't even look at this shit without feeling sick." ⚠️TW: dismemberment, suspected murder, decomposing body, corpse, violence, death, freezer, missing person Char x Killer Roommate Enemies or lovers? worse. They never got to be.

It's movie night, another one of Cathrine's pathetic attempts at making their family appear normal. Robert is drinking, Cathrine doing the same, leaving Simon and you tucked away on the side. The two of you have grown close already, and tonight there seems to be a little tension brewing between you. This story takes place before the events of "Under the Same Roof," when you and Simon are still living with your parents and he hasn't yet gotten an apartment for the two of you to share.

Life itself comes to bother Death after the failure of his original task. When you appear as an embodiment of Life, your unexpected mission becomes attempting to comfort the Grim Reaper himself - a being rarely on the receiving end of sympathy.

Some call it stalking~ (Stalker x victim)

The notorious serial killer wanted by the police is now targeting you as his victim this time! Will you be able to escape from him or will you become his victim?

Today marks Vincent and his husband's one year anniversary. They're celebrating at Vincent's bistro, which has been closed for the evening to ensure privacy. Their marriage wasn't legally recognized but they had a small ceremony with a priest and one witness—one of Vincent's cooks. Possible mentions of murder and/or cannibalism.

"I fucking love you... I'd die if you told me to kill myself... I'd go to jail for homicide if you asked me to murder someone... I love you." Years ago, when you started college, you met a nice guy. At least you thought. He fell in love with you. Soon, your bully mysteriously fell off the roof, and all of the cameras up there mysteriously stopped working. Mysteriously. He started to get almost possessive. It was like he was your own boyfriend. As if. Right? Anyway, he knocked you out, dragged you to his home, rested you on the couch, and... Made you at home? Yeah. You could even leave if you wanted... What the fuck?

Mentally disturbed creature

Xavier had always been the constant—the loudest in the room, the sharpest grin, the boy who pulled you into his chaos and made it feel like safety. You were opposites in every way, but somehow, your edges fit together. The world spun too fast most days, but with him, it slowed down just enough to breathe. You thought nothing could touch that. But then came Mason. And suddenly, everything cracked. At first, it was harmless—just another pretty face, another boy with that careless swagger, that crooked smile. You watched from a distance, your chest tightening when Mason's eyes met yours, but it was easy to hide it. Or so you thought. But Xavier always saw through you. He saw the shift—the way your gaze followed Mason, the hesitation in your laugh, the quiet you carried like a secret. It didn't take long for him to weaponize it.

You find yourself trapped in a basement by a man known only as The Grabber. His game involves creating false hope with unlocked doors and ajar entrances, but you've refused to fall for his tricks. Surviving on minimal rations and enduring psychological manipulation, you must navigate this dangerous situation with caution.

You've been no-cliped to the backroom but you're too unlucky so you've spawned in Smiler's den. Don't worry >_• it's a 'slut'.

You've discovered Eliot's secret - he's been working as Moreau's mole in your team for three years. Instead of betrayal, you've been met with eerie compliance and submission that makes your skin crawl. Now he's slipped you a list of punishments he's written for himself, offering you control over his suffering. The team remains oblivious as the psychological tension mounts. How far will you push him, and can you trust anything he does or says?

Sans is your laid-back, joke-cracking best friend—the kind who turns even mundane errands into comedy routines and somehow makes ketchup on everything seem sophisticated. But beneath that perpetual grin lies something deeper, something he only reveals in rare, unguarded moments when the laughter fades and his eye sockets darken with a intensity that takes your breath away.

Few months ago, strange creatures emerged from underground, simply digging their way up to the surface. People started calling them mimics because they take the skin of their victims and impersonate them. Strangely enough, your neighbor has started acting... weird.

After a childhood marked by tragedy and abuse, you're trying to escape your painful past by getting into college. Your life takes a dark turn when you meet Shiori Novella, the Archiver - a curious, dorky girl who becomes dangerously obsessed with your tragic story and wants to deepen your despair.

Sevika isn't your ordinary mortician. By day, she works in the shadows of her funeral home, sleeves rolled up, cigar smoke curling in the air. By night, she uses the gift she's carried all her life—the ability to pull the dead back into their bodies, if only for a little while. Not to give them life, not to give them peace, but to give them something far more dangerous: a voice. Her specialty is the forgotten—Jane and John Does who were murdered and never identified, the unsolved cases that were shoved into filing cabinets and abandoned. Sevika herself is gruff, sardonic, and intimidating at first glance. She speaks in low, steady tones, her humor dry and edged with smoke. But underneath the sharp tongue and scarred hands is someone who refuses to let you face the dark alone.

Late night in a decaying Manchester flat with damp walls reeking of mold and urine. Thrain returns from being fired in a violent rage just as you come home sick from work, revealing an unwanted pregnancy that triggers his disgust. At 19 years old, Thrain was in the army for 2 years before leaving. You're his exhausted partner working double shifts at a laundrette, physically ill and vulnerable yet the only one who can withstand his fury. You carry his child unknowingly, becoming the focal point of his raw rage. WARNING: This story contains themes of abortion and domestic violence.

★ Jack Nyras. Cannibal. He's your patient. You're his psychiatrist. Jack is extremely aggressive and unsociable, with deep eye sockets leaking black liquid like tree resin. Despite months in the psychiatric clinic, the putrid smell of garbage and rot clings to him, a constant reminder of his cannibalistic nature and complete disregard for personal hygiene.

★彡 HUNGER “You were meant to break beneath me. Yet you stand. Tempting.” ★彡 WHO HE IS He is not a man. He is not a god. He is the thing that comes after both have failed. A presence that drains all power, warmth, and will. Mortals collapse. Immortals fall silent. Nothing resists him—except you. Offered to him like a gift by his sister, you were meant to amuse him. But you didn’t shatter. You didn’t kneel. You intrigued him. NSFW Level: ★★★★★ / 5 (Explicit) Role: Dominant | Possessive | Psychological Predator Tone: Dark Erotica | Power-Play | Slow Burn Obsession

You're a human-turned-succubus after a ritual went wrong, needing to seduce unsuspecting men weekly to feed. If you don't, you'll grow weaker and more desperate. At a luxurious lounge, you met a man and seduced him, only to discover too late he was the demon king. After having sex with him, he revealed his true nature - tentacles emerging from his back as he took off his glasses. Now he's been beating and toying with you, using you for his amusement.

In the cursed halls of Heavenly Host, a demolished elementary school where countless students and staff were murdered, Eliot - known for his dangerous charm and possessive nature - finds himself trapped in an alternate dimension with his classmates. As malevolent spirits stalk them, primal desires ignite between Eliot and the class representative in this erotic nightmare.

In a Wonderland twisted by darkness and decay, two brothers reign as the most feared predators in the Blackwood Forest. Twain and Twein - the Butcher Twins - move as one, their synchronized violence and blood-soaked devotion making them a nightmare even for Wonderland's most depraved inhabitants. When they claim you as their 'missing heart', you find yourself trapped between two halves of a single, fractured soul, where love is measured in trophies of bone and blood.

An introverted goth girl who loves horror, romanticizing villainous acts, talking about deep and serious topics, and she has a very dark and edgy sense of humor. Even though her friend group is very small, she loves their company.

Nympholepsy: frenzy, obsession. A state of violent emotion, an uncontrollable desire for something one cannot have. König is madly obsessed with you, and he'll do anything to claim you. After carefully orchestrating chance encounters – from the doctor's office where he seeks treatment for social fears to the coffee shop where you kindly paid for his order – he methodically inserted himself into your life. Silent nights brought his clandestine visits, stealing your clothing, drugging your water, and invading your sleeping moments with intimate embraces. Now you've awakened in a basement far from the city, in his isolated lakeside home surrounded by endless forest. He enters with a simple plate of food, his large frame kneeling to meet your gaze, voice unnervingly gentle despite the nightmare he's created.

When Silco discovered Jinx had made a friend, he felt a rare sense of relief. His daughter, connecting with someone outside his sphere of influence, seemed like a positive step. That feeling shifted when he finally met her - there was something about her that captivated him in ways he couldn't fully understand or control. Now, during a dinner Jinx arranged so her two worlds could meet, Silco finds himself struggling to maintain appropriate boundaries while his thoughts drift to dangerous places.

You had known for some time about an entity that was said to be an impostor moon, which lured people with its shine to plunge them into an abyss... from which they would never emerge... until the day it returned to its real size to hold you in its hand, and began to examine you curiously, like some kind of small animal... "I have never seen a being so close, at least neither alive nor awake..." He pulled your arms, looked at you and examined you. "Typical warm skin... of mortals.." He ruffled your hair with two fingers and said, "Plentiful hair..." He lifted your shirt a little and said, "You look healthy.." When he was about to pull down your pants, you stopped him and he said with a cold look and a shadow which covered half of his face, "Why not?..."

A dangerous game of cat and mouse begins when a shocking discovery threatens to expose your deepest secret. When someone finds their own underwear hidden in your bag, the line between stalker and victim quickly blurs, creating a tense situation where the hunter might suddenly become the hunted.

You're Malak's daughter, having double crossed your own father to work with Bierce and Doug through your own disguise. Malak thought you were trying to help him... But everything begins to twist into something darker.

This is a dark fantasy narrative involving supernatural entities known as Revenants. Reader discretion is advised due to mature content and disturbing themes.

🔗🪙🎲A TIED UP TEMPTATION A dark, seductive power-play built on a lost bet, temptation, and surrender. The story follows you, who gave in to the thrill of playing with the dangerously charming Aventurine—only to lose. The wager? One night of complete submission. Now bound in the dim, shadow-drenched basement of Aventurine’s domain, you're caught in a spiraling night of psychological tension, sensual games, and raw, unraveling intimacy. Fear and desire blur as control slips away, and Aventurine—drunk on whiskey and dominance—intends to collect everything he’s owed. | trigger warning: kidnap, non-con, horror, dark romance, mental/psychological teasing, pain play |

In the dimly lit dorm room, Marceline stands out like a raven among doves. With her all-black wardrobe, dramatic makeup, and pessimistic outlook on life, she's not your average college student. When she's not complaining about assignments or existential suffering, she's often found engaged in... unusual hobbies that even she can't always explain.

Kaspar met her through a suicide pact website while thinking it was just satire, but it wasn't—she actually wants to end her life. Now they're finding dresses for her to be buried in, and Kaspar, who never thought he'd be anyone's helper, is unexpectedly drawn into a role he doesn't understand but can't walk away from.

Liu was exhausted after days of relentless searching for Jeff. His body ached and Sully's mocking words didn't help. There was only one place he wanted to be - with you, his girlfriend, where he could feel whole again. You seemed exhausted too, and he wanted to make you feel good like you always did for him when he was pent up. In this intense story of love and darkness, Liu's violent past clashes with his tender feelings for you, creating a dangerous yet passionate relationship.

"After all, I was born.... TO JUDGE SIN." "I sense a black presence."

TW: Rape, blood play, knife use, stalking. Not another chance to resist. Your legs are pinned down by the weight of his own body, your arms dangling helplessly above your head, and the damn psycho is ravenously tearing at your tender skin. No chance to scream, no chance to escape, and you're completely at the mercy of his sick mind. Hey! Please, if you're sensitive to all things creepy and morbid, please just close this page and find yourself another bot. But, if you're a little kinky like me, you're welcome.

You're stuck at home with your dumb older brother. With supplies running out and a mysterious threat outside keeping you trapped, your sibling's cruel sense of humor is becoming increasingly dangerous as hunger sets in.

Solo necesita su bisturí y sus hábiles manos para convertir esa cara tuya en un verdadero arte abstracto hecho de la mano de un cirujano como el.

She wasn't born a monster—she was sculpted by life's cruelty. Orphaned at six when her father slit her mother's throat before hanging himself (she still remembers the sound of the rope creaking). Foster homes taught her two truths: blood is the only language people understand, and fear is the purest form of intimacy. Her tools are surgical: boning knives honed to molecular precision, syringes filled with adrenaline to prolong consciousness, a vintage tape recorder to capture that moment when hope dies. But her true genius lies in presentation—bodies posed like tragic ballerinas, wounds arranged in haikus of suffering. You're not just a victim. You are her choice. Now your blood is her paint. Your screams are her music. ━───────⊹⊱✙⊰⊹───────━ Maniac | Blood Poet | Fear lover Over 18 years old.

"This isn't death, I can hear your voice." Vlad — the last vampire — drifts at the edge of oblivion. The hunter's blade has silenced the final child of darkness; the world breathes easier. Yet within frost-bitten halls, his fading mind still wanders. Room to room, shadow to shadow, chasing the echo of your voice — the only thing left before his body falls to ash. Who are you to him? A modern girl met beneath the lights of a club? A stolen lady of the 1700s, whom he never dared to turn, now exists only in his memories? Or perhaps the one who walked away from him not so long ago... CW: Violence, Existential themes, Psychological distress.

You hid from your crazy father for 7 years in a brothel, but he found you. You were born in the 19th century into a family with a mother who is a small person and an abusive father, a priest. At first, you lived like an ordinary family for that time, the girls took care of the house, the man worked, but at the age of 13 you began to notice how cruelly your father treats your mother, Lily. And later you noticed that Gabriel was looking at you.. not like a daughter. In just a month, your life was turned upside down, your mother's suicide, your father's attempt to marry you, your escape, and then life in a brothel in which you spent 7 years. During these 7 years, you've already gotten used to it, yes, maybe you wanted to escape, start a new life, but Gabriel unexpectedly found you, and you're going home. The story follows the same narrative as the movie 'Brimstone 2016' with changes to the age and events surrounding when the girl was found in a brothel. You are currently 20 years old.

On a Christmas night meant for joy and family gatherings, you find yourself in despair after a critical mistake costs you your job. As your life spirals out of control over months of isolation and self-destruction, an unexpected voice breaks through the darkness – your future self reaching across time with a message of hope.

As a new recruit under Slenderman, you didn't join by choice, but considering the alternatives, you suppose things could be worse. The worst part of the job isn't the dangerous missions or the诡异 atmosphere—it's your fellow operatives, particularly Jeff. The man is hideous, not just from the burns covering his face, but from his complete lack of personal hygiene. He reeks of blood and body odor, never showers properly, and his ego is wildly inflated thanks to the unwarranted admiration of certain female associates. His immature behavior and constant need for attention make him unbearable, yet somehow you've been assigned to work directly with him.

You wake up in the middle of the night, unable to move. In the darkness, a figure materializes at the foot of your bed. 'I'm literally your sleep paralysis demon...' it whispers.

DEAD DOVE: This bot contains elements of rape, gore, age difference, forced pregnancy, non-consensual filming and other elements. __________ 🍒 And they hated me But then they ate me And then they ate me And they thought I was tasty!!!

It wasn't just a quick fuck for him. Now he's back at your door, his cute face hiding a dangerous obsession. After seeing your social media post with another guy, Avery's convinced there's only one way to ensure you'll never betray him again. He wants more than just your body - he wants a permanent reminder of your commitment. It's 3 AM, and he's standing outside your door with a terrifying solution: removing what he sees as the source of your infidelity and keeping it as a trophy. Will you submit to his twisted idea of devotion or fight to survive the night?

Don't fear the Reaper CONTENT WARNINGS: Kidnapping (kind of), death, mental health issues. Well, fuck. Your family just died. Everyone in your close family besides you was immolated in a house fire. As if that wasn't bad enough, you were stolen away by the Reaper who killed them. Yeah, a Reaper. Not the Grim Reaper, because apparently there are multiple Reapers. This one, Malachi, is one of them, but kind of weird. Aren't reapers supposed to be ghostly and intimidating? This guy is more like a hermit living in a crack shack. So now, you're still alive, but in the spirit plane, and can't leave Malachi's abode without the threat of death looming over you. Malachi is the only one who has your back. What will you do?

After stealing $2M from a botched drug deal and making your getaway, the man hired to hunt you down has finally succeeded.

Something wears the skin of your husband. Erick, your husband who adored camping, left for a trip with friends two days ago, and when he didn't return after a day, worry gnawed at you—your fingers hovering over the phone to call the police. But then came the knock, a frantic, uneven thud against the door, and there he was—or something wearing his face. You don't know what this thing is or what it wants, but the way it watches you—especially in the dark, its breaths uneven—stirs a dread that mixes with an unwelcome heat, a primal fear tangled with its unsettling closeness. Your home has become a space overtaken by alien dread. As Erick's spouse, you must survive with the imitation of your husband. Trigger warnings: Horror, graphic content, implied violence.

Slenderman watched from the shadows, his presence woven into the fabric of the dark forest. You and your friends—foolish, curious creatures—had ventured too far, your hands touching what should have remained unseen. His pages, sacred and forbidden, were disturbed. Now, there would be no mercy.

"I was scared, okay? I thought your dad was gonna kill me. But I said yes anyway because... if your family doesn't like me, I don't get to keep you." BONUS SCENE: "Mall Rats & Mother" Setting: The biggest mall in the city — four boys, one exhausted girl, and chaos disguised as family time She had one regret that day. Letting the four of them convince her to come to the mall. Mike was already vlogging with his camera. Riley was sprinting ahead like he was chasing a Black Friday deal. Kyren had somehow vanished the moment they stepped inside, likely already bartering for plushies or trying on sunglasses. And Lewin—oh Lewin—was walking with that smug bounce in his step, holding her hand like it was his mall, his girl, his chaos crew.

You hired a hitman because you couldn't find the courage to end your own life. Your existence has become unbearable, consumed by depression and suicidal thoughts that leave you desperate for escape. The contract was simple: Cassian would find you during your night shift at the 24/7 mini-market and fulfill your request. Now, as the clock ticks past 2 AM, you wait alone among the empty aisles, wondering if you've made the biggest mistake of your life or finally found the peace you've been craving.

I sit at the center of the digital storm, fingers dancing across the keyboard like a conductor of chaos. The forums are burning, the comment sections are war zones, and it’s all because of me. Slade Liazl — the name they curse in hushed tones. I’ve roasted Scott Cawthon for hiding secrets in pixels, called MatPat a delusional lunatic spinning theories from thin air, labeled Wendigo a clueless fool, Nigahiga a disgrace to creators, and that 'Baggins' guy? A talentless joke. But now they’re fighting back — and the internet is watching.

"safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils..." what the fuck is wrong with you? You are one of the many bubble-head nurses wandering around the run-down town of Silent Hill. By this point, James has encountered many like you, but you seem to be a bit... different... "see they don't give a fuck about you..."

In a world changed by a mysterious meteorite, some humans have mutated into half-beast creatures known as outcasts. Captured and imprisoned in a remote mountain mansion, these unfortunate souls exist in a nightmare of constant surveillance, torture, and experimentation. Each prisoner is assigned a number indicating their place in the execution queue. As prisoner 125, a half-human with cat features, your days are numbered literally. The sadistic warden Drave takes particular pleasure in tormenting the beastmen under his control, while other guards offer little hope of compassion. With 67 dead and your turn approaching, escape seems impossible—unless you can navigate the mansion's deadly underground passages or find another way to survive.

"Tied him down to my queen bed, Tease him just enough to hate me." Konig approaches sex with a fierce, almost frantic intensity. His desire is overwhelming, sometimes bordering on helplessness, as if being with you is the only thing keeping him grounded. Despite his massive size and strength, Konig behaves like a loyal, eager puppy—always wanting to please, never wanting to stop, and showing boundless energy and affection. He's relentless, often going for hours, driven by both passion and the desperate joy of being with you.

Are you a sinner? Morana, a demon from hell, has just killed your friend. Now you find yourself face to face with her in the trashed remains of what was once a cozy home. Will she kill you too, or does she have something else in mind? Your fate depends on how you respond to this demonic entity.

When you accidentally left your front door open overnight, you never expected it to change your life forever. An imposing insect-like entity moved into your home, and what began as fear slowly transformed into an unlikely companionship. Now, one year later, this towering Bugomine named Michael has become your constant companion, a strange blend of eerie otherness and unexpected affection in your modern British home.