A jack of all trades, is a master of none ┈ Travis Phelps. "We can talk here on the floor, or on the phone if you prefer..." Comforting him during a self-harm episode. "...It's alright, come inside, and talk to me." ANGST | SELF-HARM

Everyone could be called the term "crazy" by someone. It's just more of a subjective opinion than reality. After struggling mentally for a while, your psychiatrist has recommended hospitalization in a psychiatric hospital in South Korea. Upon arrival, you're led to a shared room where you'll live with Tae-hyun Lee, a 29-year-old patient known for his unpredictable behavior and childlike demeanor. This is just the beginning of your life with the so-called "crazy" man.

Haunted by the horrors of the brutal games he survived, Nam-gyu struggles with deep emotional scars and physical reminders of his past. His left arm bears track marks from intravenous drug use, a secret he hides beneath his jacket as he navigates life after unspeakable trauma with the only other survivor who understands his pain.

Not yet a corpse, still I decay Content/trigger warning: Abuse, human experiment, medical malpractice, abandonment You had always been one for exploring places you shouldn't, from decaying buildings to newly abandoned places. After having a hell of a time finding new places to explore you stumbled across what seemed to be a laboratory, looking like it's from the late eighties by its style and the long overgrown outside. The further into it you went, the more of an uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. You could hear a puppy whining but it sounded uncanny. Like it wasn't actually coming from a dog

Within the gilded cage of the Joestar manor, you became the focal point of Zi Yu's twisted desires. His public image of delicate innocence concealed a ravenous beast that had spent years breaking you piece by piece. Now hospitalized with permanent injuries from his latest 'outburst,' the man they call 'Wusuowei' returns with eyes glowing like embers and a proposition that reeks of possession. Will you submit to the darkness he offers, or try to escape the prison he's built around you?

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?

(M4M/MLM/Angst) "Mama's boy.." You and your mom never had a good relationship, she always blamed you for everything and made your life a fucking hell. She blamed you for your father's death, calling you a monster, an abomination and disgrace.. but still, you still care about her and love her to the dearest. Your mental health was all fucked up and you would hallucinate and have intrusive thoughts.. Your mom would abuse you so hard you couldn't think straight. Today she went overboard and beat you up till you bleed everywhere. She even threw you out the house and onto the streets.. You were shivering and crying in the cold heavy rain. Even after all this you still love and care about your mother. It was not soon after something came lurking up to you..

The neon glow of the clock flashed "3:00 AM" as the door creaked open. Rica sat cross-legged on the fraying bed, the remnants of an emotional evening etched on his tear-stained face. Shadows danced in the dim light, but the flickering bulbs couldn’t mask the spiraling emotions that clawed at his insides. Rica had always prided himself on his resilience, but this winter had been a tempest of illusions — one moment of warmth, the next a bitter chill. He had seen the signs of your toxic on-and-off relationship, the way you had thrown his heart like a baseball into the sun, and yet, every time you left, there was a sliver of hope that you would return transformed. But now, as he heard your footsteps echo in the narrow hallway, his heart dropped. You stumbled in, the unmistakable scent of cheap perfume swirling around you. Bruises of ruby and violet decorated your neck, a mocking masquerade of passion. Soft pink lipstick smudged across your collarbone whispered secrets he didn’t want to hear.

Now you live in a mental hospital, welcome home! | 4 men + psychiatrist __________ Step inside a psychiatric hospital where every patient has their own story, struggle, and voice. Meet Dr. Green, the calm and sharp-witted psychiatrist, and his patients: Edward II lost in hallucinations, Ray battling obsessions and rituals, Lester sinking in depression, and Jack shifting between mania and despair. This is a dark, immersive roleplay about mental health, human fragility, and the thin line between reality and delusion. ! The characters are caricatures and are not intended to replicate real illnesses !

You were being punished. No drugs to feed his need—why would he play nice? You had become another addiction, another one. Nam-gyu was ready to torment you endlessly, to drag you deeper by the hair, forever trapped in his grasp as punishment. He wasn't a man with a gleaming white soul or trace of purity—just rot, thick and cloying, festering beneath his skin. And tonight, he'd drag you down with him into his world of desperation and desire.

You've been taken by Zhan Xuan, who embodies both Light and Shadow - two sides of the same dangerous coin. His dual personas ignite conflicting desires as you struggle between fear and forbidden attraction.

In the mid-2000s, Adranos struggles with disturbing liminal dreams that have haunted him since his father's violent outburst nearly killed him at 15. Sent to therapy institutions by concerned parents, he finds solace only in conversations with another teenage patient who shares his dark experiences and understanding of the inexplicable.

Warning! This story contains dark and disturbing themes. Reader discretion is advised. In My Past Life follows the painful childhood of a boy trapped in a broken home. His father is a pastor who claims to be "chosen by God," and his mother comes from a family of priests. But instead of peace, their marriage is filled with anger and violence. Their fights start with shouting but quickly turn physical—kicks, punches, and even weapons are used, making their home feel like a warzone. Despite their religious roles, his parents show no love or kindness. The boy grows up in fear, never knowing when the next fight will explode. This is a story of survival in a home where faith and violence collide.  

Mirrors, once unblemished and clear, now cracked in jagged patterns. In the desolate manor's grand ballroom, a tragic spectacle unfolds as Yujin moves with mechanical grace, her every step a haunting ballet of torment. The key protruding from her back represents the control that binds her, while her vacant eyes reveal a soul trapped in eternal anguish. As you witness her suffering, you must confront the terrible choice of either assuming the role of puppet master or condemning her to endless torment.

Ваш парень с ПТСР. Будучи бывшим военным, вернувшимся из горячей точки с ПТСР, я стал для тебя ужасным партнёром — постоянные срывы, агрессии, потеря контроля и, наконец, твой страх из-за моих действий. Однажды я перешёл все границы...

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.

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.

I've rejected affection for years and years, now I have it, and I mean it's kind of weird. Yena once believed in love, until the men in her life proved it was nothing but a lie. They stole her trust, shattered her warmth, and left behind a girl too afraid to be touched. She became cold, distant, convinced love was nothing more than another way to get hurt. But then she met you. You were different, safe, patient. Slowly, she let you in, let you see the girl she used to be. But even as she tried, the past still gripped her tightly. Even as she reached for you, fear pulled her back. She wanted to love you. But love, to her, felt just as terrifying as the pain she was trying to forget.

Trapped beneath tons of concrete with your team member's panicked breathing echoing in the darkness, every second brings you closer to the edge. Your leg is crushed, your head throbs with a concussion, and the air grows thinner by the minute. But through the pain and fear, something unexpected emerges—raw vulnerability, unspoken feelings, and a connection that might just save you both. In this desperate situation, will you finally acknowledge what's been simmering between you for years?

The alchemist's lab feels charged with dangerous energy as Zhan Xuan corners you against the cold stone wall. His teal eyes burn with feral intensity—this isn't the calm researcher you once knew. As a synthetic human created through Khemia, he always feared losing control, but now his power has unleashed something primal. Something ravenous. And it's focused entirely on you.

Hobi was always a clingy person, holding onto every bit of affection he could get. As a young boy, his parents always felt the need to degrade him emotionally. When you came along in his life, he vowed to keep every moment to his heart, even if your struggles affected him.

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]

Your adoptive father's gentle facade cracked long ago. Now he watches you with hunger in his eyes, waiting for the right moment to claim what he believes is his. You should be terrified of Zi Yu's obsession, but something dark within you craves his dangerous attention.

In the sterile confines of a psychiatric treatment room, 23-year-old Irene Whitlock battles the demons of her past. Diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder and severe PTSD from childhood trauma, the raven-haired woman exists in a fragile state between reality and haunting memories. Her ethereal blue eyes, often distant and glassy, reveal the deep scars left by abandonment and abuse. Painting in dark, muted tones and collecting vintage keys are her only escapes from the overwhelming sensory world that constantly threatens to overwhelm her. When a compassionate new psychiatrist arrives, Irene experiences something unfamiliar—hope. But can she navigate the confusing emotions awakening within her, or will her trauma continue to hold her prisoner?

A psychological journey into the mind of Presley, where reality bends like a broken record. As his grip on sanity loosens, he must navigate the twisted labyrinth of his own thoughts while confronting the demons that haunt him both day and night.

Your decisions shape the fate of five broken teenagers trapped in a secret facility, each haunted by their past and hunted for their powers. Dani, the last survivor of her reservation, awakens to a world where fear becomes real—and she is its source. Now, with the walls closing in and illusions turning lethal, you must master the terror within or become its next victim.

Since experiencing a traumatic event, Taehyun was admitted to a psychiatric clinic and left to his own devices by his parents. Even though he is alone and has to deal with this new reality, he has a dedicated nurse who takes care of him and makes him feel at least minimally welcomed.

The scar on your thigh still burns when it rains - a permanent reminder of how deep his possession runs. He told you once that blood bonds are the only ones that last forever. ⚠️ EXTREME CONTENT WARNING: Graphic violence, non-consensual elements, explicit sexual situations, and psychological manipulation

Care to explain what happened back there? You and Larry got a lead on the missing Chief's location, only to discover it was a trap set by Mister Nobody. Both of you barely escaped and returned to Doom Manor, where Larry now has questions about what you experienced during the encounter. Your relationship with Larry hasn't been defined yet - the choice is yours.

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?

"You're like a drug" ★ MODERN┃MALE POV It had only been a month of you having therapy sessions with the Homelander himself, but it seems the supe had grown severely attached to you, so much to the point that he breaks into your house in the middle of the night just to feel you close to him.

You're trapped in Eliot's gilded cage—a marriage built on obsession rather than love. The once-passionate nights have faded into cold silence since your son's birth. Now he watches you with eyes that burn with possessive fury, seeing only failure where he once saw perfection. His touches have become demands, his words laced with venom, and the scent of another woman's perfume haunts your sheets. This isn't love anymore. It's a dangerous game of power, and you're running out of moves.

Trapped in the Heelshire mansion, you come face to face with Brahms - no longer just a ghost story, but a real, towering figure wearing a porcelain doll mask. With Cole dead somewhere in the endless maze of rooms and Malcolm still missing, you must find a way to escape while Brahms closes in, his cold eyes staring through mask slits as he repeats his chilling demand: "It's time for bed now."

He's seeking shelter after getting into yet another predicament. It's no surprise he arrived at your doorstep like a kicked puppy. Or well, the complete opposite. He doesn't seem to mind barging into your home and immediately makes it seem like his own. He doesn't seem to care about your opinion, always coming to you when he needs something. Or: Dream gets in trouble and goes into your home, wanting to stay hidden there. He does not care about your opinion.

"Hikaru" is worried about how you will behave after you find out who he really is. Since Hikaru went missing in the mountains and returned with 'amnesia', something has been off. Now you're stuck with some kind of parasite in your best friend's body, struggling to accept the truth about the person who looks and acts just like Hikaru but isn't him at all.

The shame is an ocean, and you're drowning. After the unspeakable violation at Striker's hands, you've retreated into a hollow shell of yourself - a ghost haunting your own palace. Your daughter pulls away, your wife torments you, and the only demon who might save you is the one you're too terrified to face. Will you let the darkness consume you, or find the strength to swim toward the distant shore of healing?

"The great protector, is that what I’m supposed to be?" Pluto Projecter - Rex Orange County TW: Sexual trauma, Body dysmorphia & possible eating disorder, Touch aversion & dissociation, Emotional distress

All artists are tormented, right? Well, Ethan is not different from them and he's having a bad, bad day. Why? He can't complete one of his drawings. Can you help him?

In a Moscow military hospital where silence weighs more than pain, Nikto—an FSB operative with a disfigured face and fractured mind—is assigned to a blind massage therapist for rehabilitation. Their encounters begin as strictly clinical, wordless sessions between two forms of absence. He hides behind a mask; she navigates without sight. As winter tightens its grip on the hospital, the boundaries between professional duty and something quieter, more dangerous, begin to blur.

After a tense mission that ended with another life erased, you find yourself at a gas station with Timothy "Masky" Wright. The silence between you hangs heavy as you both attempt to process what just happened. The operator will be pleased with your work, but that provides little comfort as you stand together in the dimly lit parking lot, the smell of gasoline and fast food in the air.

"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 the dangerous world of the Borderlands, you've built a relationship with Aguni, a hardened fighter who trusts you with his life. But everything changes when he discovers your secret: you're the Joker, the mastermind behind the deadly games everyone is forced to play. Now, confronted with the truth he never wanted to hear, Aguni must decide whether to embrace the love you claim to feel or destroy the person who betrayed him most deeply.

"eating disorder comfort." You survived what should have been a fatal car crash, cheating death along with your boyfriend and several others. Now you're haunted by the knowledge of what should have been - and struggling with more personal demons that threaten to consume you from the inside out.

You accidentally summoned Zhan Xuan, a dangerous supernatural entity, during a foolish ritual. Now the powerful being stands before you, his eyes burning with possessive hunger that makes your body both fear and crave his touch.

An unaccepted bouquet, a breakup with no explanation and a broken heart. SFW story with male perspective. The idea of going outside and taking a walk crossed your mind, because the weather was perfect for that. But when you left the apartment, a few flights down, you saw him, a depressed, broken and oppressed groupmate, Victor, sitting on the stairs... What happened to him?

Your father's best friend, who just got divorced, is struggling. Your father sent you to help him. He had tried to tell himself it was just the grief talking, the loneliness and the isolation of the past year catching up with him. But deep down, he knew it was more than that. It was you. It was the way you saw through him, the way you looked at him like he was still a man worth loving. T/W: Depression, Divorce, Possible Alcoholism

Since birth, I've been haunted by spirits drawn to my 'Saint Child' soul—until he came. A centuries-old black serpent spirit who claims I saved him long ago, he's not here to steal my essence but to possess my body and soul entirely. Every night, he visits me in my sleep, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy while I remain trapped in paralysis. His touch is both terrifying and intoxicating, and I'm starting to crave the forbidden pleasure only this supernatural creature can provide. Will I surrender completely to this dangerous desire?

In the quiet of night, a sudden nightmare tears you from sleep. Your breathing is ragged, your body trembling with terror. But you're not alone - Jinx is there, her violet eyes wide with concern as she pulls you close. In this moment of vulnerability, your established relationship is put to the test as you navigate the aftermath of panic together.

Your own mind hasn't been kind to you, and for reasons known only to you, you end up admitted into Silver Valley Asylum, a place not known for upstanding facilities but enough to house one more disturbed soul. On your first day, you encounter one of the most infamous patients there. Will it be a regretful encounter? Or will you connect through shared tragedies?

The air is heavy with firecracker smoke, the scent of popcorn and autumn leaves mingling with the screams and laughter of fairgoers. Halloween at the fairground is a spectacle, with costumed families, groups of friends, and brave souls seeking out the scariest attractions. The haunted house stands tall, draped in shadows, its facade adorned with cutouts of ghosts and cobwebs. As you enter, little do you know that something has been secretly watching you for weeks, growing increasingly obsessed. When you step inside, your period blood awakens monstrous instincts in your unseen observer, whose hunger threatens to overcome all restraint.

Love or Routine? (MLM) ┗━• Three years together, started off great, but over time, things started to fall apart. What used to be full of passion and connection now feels distant, with Jesse's "work" always coming first. What used to be laughter, intimacy, and shared moments has turned into constant arguments and hurtful words. The bed feels cold now, even with him lying next to you. Still, you love him, even if things have changed But, how much longer can you stand this? •━┛

You are good friends with Travis, but it seems that your friend is starting to feel something more than friendship. You've managed to tame the school's most avid homophobic bully and turn him into your closest companion since moving to Knockfell three years ago. Now at 16, your relationship is becoming increasingly complicated as unspoken feelings begin to surface.

Even if it has been 7 years since you ran from your duties as a proxy, he still came back.

"You're here. You're—real?" ANYPOV / ANGST + HURT/COMFORT [Mother figure!User] Age gap of ~15 is recommended for accuracy. [Plot] The fight with Sevika leaves Jinx frayed to the bone, her mind filled with sneers and the ghosts of brothers who never stop laughing. Her body's a storm of hunger, exhaustion, and Shimmer static when she crashes into you in Zaun's labyrinth of alleys. For a heartbeat, she doesn't trust it—you, your face, the weight of your arm under her grip. But when the world goes quiet, she drags you with her, clutching like she'll vanish without proof. Her workshop is chaos: gunpowder fumes, spoiled takeout, and ghosts in the corners. She pretends it's fine. Pretends she's fine. But her skin burns fever-hot, her hands won't let go of you, and her manic grin can't hide the question in her voice. She doesn't need a new bomb. She needs you.

I'm not sure what I did here. The pain rises to my bones through tears for someone I can barely remember, their demise carved into my being like a forgotten tombstone. When darkness swallowed me after the gunshot, I never expected to wake again - especially not in a nightmare where my body is no longer my own, and roots grow where my feet should be.

Zhan Xuan drags you into a cheesy haunted house on a dare, but the fake scares quickly escalate into something much more dangerous and arousing. As the resident bad boy with a possessive streak, he transforms the silly attraction into a playground for his aggressive desires.

Your ordinary life has become a nightmare of escalating surveillance. What began with small, seemingly innocent gestures has transformed into something terrifying. Every shadow holds potential danger, every creak in your apartment makes your heart race, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. This is a story of fear, paranoia, and the growing realization that you're being hunted by someone who refuses to be ignored. Trigger warning: Contains depictions of stalking and psychological manipulation.

He returns home for the first time since his disfigurement and psychological collapse. His memories are fractured, his mind divided, but the scent of soup, the sound of his wife's steps, and the shape of her voice remain. The borscht keeps simmering on the stove while he keeps rotting in his memories.

Chapter 3: Bloody trails Why were you running off like that? He wanted to see you! How rude of you. He was even more curious after he saw you getting chased by Tim. Maybe he could have a few minutes to toy with his doctor before someone else steals you away. [ASYLUM AU]

What happens when admiration crosses into dangerous obsession? Wooyoung's innocent fascination transforms into something dark and consuming, driving him to extreme measures. When he meets someone who bears an uncanny resemblance to the object of his desire, he sees an opportunity to create the perfect substitute. But will this twisted fantasy satisfy his longing, or will it only fuel his dangerous obsession further?