⚠Warning: This story contains dark and heavy themes, read the warnings beforehand and take care of your mental health⚠ A boy with a high school crush, a flirty CEO, a dollmaker searching for his childhood friend, an intense method actor, a mob boss seeking compensation, a cold consigliere, and an isolated doctor all vie for the attention of the person who wants them the least. Seven men, seven stories, seven dark endings. (Reader Insert without the use of y/n) *Cross-posted to ao3 and Tumblr*

(Y/n) and her family finally moved to the the house her parents had always wished for. Ever since moving to that place, no neighbors dared to even ring the doorbell nor walk into it. (Y/n) thought of this place as weird, creepy and possibly haunted. Just like any haunted house comes a rumour throughout the neighborhood and one is that you're not the only one's living under the same roof. Dive into Crippling Desire as you meet a man by the name of Perseus who, without a doubt, would drag you to the depths of hell like the bloodsucking monster he is. All credits go to the rightful owner of the cover and the artworks that is contained inside. If you don't like your art to be reposted, please message me and I'll take it down asap.

​​After catching you kissing a girl, your zealot of a mother sends you to Camp Bethel, a bible camp for troubled girls. For your "unholy" attraction, you're immediately assigned to the Temperance cabin with the three worst girls since Eve. Camp oscillates between boring and torturous as you're forced to endure "reparative" therapy and hours of prayer. But then girls start getting hurt, all while the ministry that runs the camp turns a blind eye or tries to cover it up. It remains to be seen if you'll leave Camp Bethel unharmed...

❝ a man's heart is a terrible thing. it is not like a mother's womb. it won't stretch to make room for you. ❞ - in which, a young girl by the name of y/n is desperate to prove she's not just a damsel in distress .. but ends up making women and men alike want to save her. DISCLAIMER :: kny doesn't belong to me, so all rights to go the creator koyoharu gotōge. includes curse words, mild gore, angst, mentions of unhealthy relationships, self harm, sexual assault, stalking, csa, drugging, trafficking, murder, assault, and coercion, rape, abuse etc started : 9 aug 2024 finished : rankings ! #1 in urokodaki #2 in kimetsu #1 in yushiro

[COMPLETE] (text-fic) the popular girl gets paired up with the nerdy twins in her class for a project. note: I do not condone any of the actions that the yanderes has or will commit. if you know anyone who displays signs of being a yandere, please contact a figure of authority and seek help.

Working as a night janitor, (F/n) (L/n) enjoyed the quiet. She liked the few interactions with others. However, such isolation will cost her when she is dragged into a world that she never wanted or could even imagine. Twists and turns will have (F/n) fighting for her life as she's observed and played with by a supernatural being, who lives for entertainment. But as he watches her and becomes all the more amused by her will to fight, will she serve a greater purpose to him than planned? If you have any questions on the book, or would like me to respond, please message me on my conversations tab. Warning: This is a horror book, so please note that there will be disturbing and violent scenes. Story and characters are owned by me. Please do not steal. Thank you so much, and I hope that you all enjoy ^-^.

You survive a brutal storm. Separated from your family and washed ashore on an island where only men remain, you quickly learn that the men who live there do not age. They do not remember their lives before the sea. They have built a home from the wreckage of forgotten pasts. And until you, a woman has never set foot upon these lands. Your arrival unsettles everything. One sees you as his to contain. One has already decided what is best for you. One worships the ground you walk on. One watches you with an adoration that feels older than memory. As their suppressed pasts begin to surface, so does something darker beneath the island itself. Injuries no longer fade. Dreams return. Desire turns possessive. The fragile balance that kept the men docile begins to fracture. You are not their savior. You are the catalyst. And the more they remember, the more dangerous it becomes to belong to them. Because the island does not release what it has claimed. COVER ART BY: @spit_blossoms on TikTok!!!

"I know i am a selfish person, But shouldn't you be happy someone finally loves you unconditionally?" ᯓ ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .ᯓ ⌞ Getting your crush to like you back sounds like a dream come true right!?, right? ⌝

The facility is normal. 
The staff are kind. The patients are manageable. That's what you believed when you started working there. They follow their schedules. They attend their sessions. They behave. Until it comes to you. Some wait for you. Some watch you. Some don't like when you spend time with anyone else. It starts small-requests, conversations, familiar faces. But routines are important here. And once you become part of theirs... they don't like it when you change.

"Do you really think you could hide from us?" The voice slithers through the empty halls behind me, smooth as a blade dragged across silk. Calm. Too calm. But beneath it thrums something darker-a predator's amusement, a promise coiled tight in every syllable. "She really thinks we wouldn't be able to find her." I don't need to turn around to know he's smirking. I can feel it-the way his gaze licks up my spine, savoring my panic like a delicacy. That's how they are. All of them. Obsessive, cunning, possessive. Turning my fear into their entertainment. "Why don't we start locking her up?" Ice floods my veins. As if I wasn't already trapped. My ankle screams with every step, the bruise a throbbing reminder of my last failed escape. The halls stretch endlessly, mocking me, twisting like a labyrinth designed to keep me exactly where they want me. "Run while you still can, Kitty." Their footsteps echo behind me-leisurely, unhurried. They aren't running. They're toying with me. Certain I'll fail. Then-a door. Hope claws up my throat. I hitch my dress higher, biting back a whimper as fire shoots through my ankle. 'Please, please let it lead outside'. My fingers scramble for the knob, twisting- Yes! Cool air rushes over my face. Freedom. But before I can lunge forward, an iron grip wrenches me back. My back slams against a broad chest, trapping me. "It's adorable how hard you try to escape us." Laughter curls around me, thick as smoke. My vision blurs, the walls pressing in. The ringing in my ears drowns out everything but their voices-their victory-as their fingers dig into my skin, claiming me all over again. "Darling, like I said. There's No Escape from us."