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[ryukenzz]

Fear's Favorite Test Subject

♱☠︎.𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: Headcanons of the Fear and his most prized possession. These headcanons will be about As Nodt as a yandere mad scientist with a female reader in mind.

♱☠︎.𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: There will be content that'll include human experimentation, yandere themes, manipulation, gore (subtle flesh picking, needles, drugs, etc.), As Nodt being a warning himself, mad scientist themes. If any of these topics are triggering for you, I would suggest not reading this for your own comfort. If I missed any other warnings, please don't hesitate to let me know!

♱☠︎.𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.3k

♱☠︎.𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: This is for @nagumoan's Dance with the Dead collab. This is also my first time writing yandere, so I hope this is good jdskf. I gave As Nodt a backstory of him as a neurologist that went into being a neuroscientist. I tried my best with the research I did for these careers, so I apologize if I got any facts wrong 😭.

The Neurologist and His Patient

As Nodt. Oh boy. The very embodiment of fear itself. This quiet man would be formidable as a mad scientist. He is no Mayuri or Szayel, but he is a madman in his own right. His knowledge on the nervous system and negative human emotion makes him one of the worst, if not THE worst mad scientist to come across. And when you add “yandere” to that status? It’s essentially game over for anyone who intrigues him.

A long time ago, As Nodt was a renowned neurologist. He barely spoke to anyone, always preferring to keep to himself and just do the job. To him, the idle chit chat was distracting and unnecessary while attending to his patients. He was a firm believer of interruptions being a hindrance to his work. He barely even spoke to his own colleagues. It all became a daily routine, over and over. Every day was silent. Every single hour became dull. That is until he made an unintentional discovery while looking over a recording of a patient's video EEG test session. Your EEG test session.

His dark eyes were trained on the recording, reviewing your results. The tapping of his pen against his clipboard matched the tempo of the machine in the video. His interest was intrigued by the amount of activity your brain displayed. Your reactions to the variety of clips being shown was brilliant. But, what really had his sights set on you was your fearful reactions. The way your beautiful face contorted whenever a killing scene appeared sparked an unfamiliar feeling. It didn’t sit right with him, but… it piqued his twisted curiosity. How much fear can the brain take before it breaks? How long does it last? He wanted to explore the possibilities. He needed to find the answers. And these thoughts began to chip away at As Nodt’s curiosity… all until it descended into something twisted and deranged.

It seems that dual graduate program will be useful to him, after all.

From that day on, As Nodt began to keep tabs on you. Your appointments, the days and times where you came and picked up your medicine, all of it. He even made arrangements to make sure that you went to him and him only. You didn’t think much of it at first, believing that he favored certain patients over others. As didn’t say a word to you in the beginning, his only responses alternated between blank stares and curt words that lasted two seconds at most. Even with his custom doctor’s mask and lack of eyebrows, his demeanor did the talking for him.

But eventually, he began to make small conversation with you. His words were still short, but definitely way more than what his coworkers received. The sudden change didn't make much sense. As Nodt, the most nonsocial person on Earth, showing interest in something other than his job? Impossible.  You figured that was just his personality … but little old you failed to realize that your new friend lover was leading you on a gurney straight to Hell.

As the months went by, As Nodt stopped showing up to work. You didn’t even realize he was gone until you came in one day and another neurologist handled your appointment. You assumed he was on vacation, so you didn’t worry too much. You went home that day and did your daily routine, watching a cheesy reality show with a snack. It was only a shame that you didn’t catch the small camera that was placed within the console below the flat screen. Or the carnival teddy bear’s eyes that were now camera lenses. Every small corner in your home had been turned into a secret watch party for As to learn everything about you. From the clothes you wear down to the way your fingers moved when you held something of value. His dark eyes burned everything into memory. He couldn’t wait to see that look of fear in your eyes again.

The Fear and His Frankenstein

The day you were taken from your home was akin to a scene right out of a psychological horror. You came home from your errands as normal, but things just felt out of place. The feeling of being watched crawled all over you like flies on a piece of food. It was a mystery… up until a small flash on the TV console caught your eye. You thought it to be a reflection of light from outside, but they don't flicker like a heartbeat. The moment you got closer to it, As Nodt came from the shadows and used a chloroform cloth to make you pass out. It took five minutes for you to finally go unconscious. The neuroscientist’s face crinkled into a creepy expression as he carried you out bridal style.

When you woke up, you were met with grim lighting and advanced machinery. The room was filled with computer monitors, graduated cylinders with foreign chemicals, and multiple shelves of books. You were in a lab. Your eyes studied the room until they landed on As Nodt’s figure. You were filled with confused relief to see him, and went to ask where he had been, but he cut you off with a deep and eerie command.

“Experiments should keep their mouths closed until they are given permission to speak. And I did not grant you that, so I suggest shutting your mouth unless you want to end up like the failures in those tanks.”

Life after that first day was pure agony. Every single moment brought misery. It would make even the strongest people crumble. As Nodt would tell you it’s “for the sake of research and health” but you knew better. He was sick and obsessive, but what could you do? You had little to no power, so your insults and words meant nothing to him. They were as valuable as the dirt that clung to his shoes. Throw every single curse word at him if you want to. It won’t save you from what will come.

His experiments were tormenting and painful. Needles and brain-prodding machines chipped away your sense of self every day. There was no hour where you weren’t being picked at with a needle, or an MEG scanner being attached to your head. The flashing lights and constant clips of horror movies was nothing compared to the pain-inducing drugs that invaded your nervous system. Or the electric buzzing that made your senses numb. The daily experiments were already bad enough, but when it came to his punishments, he became a sadistic creature. Anything that would bring you pain, physically or mentally, As Nodt would turn it up ten notches. 

For every offense that you commit, this silent scientist will base the experiment on whatever it was you did. If you leave the house without permission, he’ll use a special medicine that renders the nerves of your hands useless for two weeks. He’ll feed you and all, but don’t see it as a token of appreciation. Now, if you mess with his other experiments… you’ll wish you’d be one of those brains in the tanks. As Nodt would strap you to a chair and use an MEG scanner and clips of him experimenting on the other “failures” to torment you for hours. In your best interest, and others, don’t underestimate his ruthlessness. If you desire to keep your body and consciousness intact, just keep quiet and be his good little test subject.

“Why do you insist on being so difficult? Because of your constant insolence, I’ve been forced to end the trials of two nearly successful subjects. Thanks to your little belief of escaping, they’ve paid the price. You’ll make up for that, won’t you?” 

♱☠︎.𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: I apologize for posting this three days after Halloween is over hfbdjf. But I hope you all enjoy these spooky headcanons for As Nodt!

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[vemuabhi]

Accidentally in love?

Annyong Haseyo!! I have participated in another collab #dwtdcollab hosted by @nagumoan I hope you like this fic.

Pairing : Kaeya x Reader

Word count : 2.5K

Warnings : Yandere ; Modern AU ; House break

Summary : You always loved Kaeya one sided, but one accident had felt like changed him. But now you cannot let your feelings not be heard.

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“What happened?”, you shook the shoulder of your friend Diluc as he sat heartbroken on the chair outside the Emergency ward.

“He didn’t speak a word since Kaeya was admitted in the hospital”, Eula adjusted her glasses as she looked at the door of the room Kaeya was in. What had happened? Just yesterday you had met those brothers and talked about your lives after college. Diluc and Kaeya were your college friends. After college, you couldn’t find friends like them no matter wherever you went. The two handsome men were your friends and that made some classmates be jealous of you, when you yourself didn’t knew how they both became so close to you too.

The two of them met you near a party, when you noticed the tan man, away from everyone else two blocks away from the party throwing up. The ginger was looking out of breath, even though he still looked breathtaking with that high pony. You pointed him towards the blue and even helped Diluc carry him towards his car. That’s how you three met. The next day in class, Kaeya recognised you and practically dragged you to Diluc. Ever since you three have been inseparable. After College, sometimes you three caught up and talked serious thing about the future and to silly nothings like how Diluc let himself go just because he changed his hairstyle from a high pony to now a low one.

Now you sat next to the ginger and gently pulled him towards you, letting him rest on your shoulder. Just yesterday you and Diluc were talking shit to Kaeya right to his face about how he got drunk recently and ended up sleeping on the branch of a tree, who knew it was even possible.

After what seemed like an hour, Diluc held your shirt, still laying on your shoulder. His eyes glistened with tears welling up in them. “Will he… wake up?”, he spoke sending chills down your spines. Of course, even if the brothers fought more than most of the siblings, for Diluc, Kaeya was one of his only few friends he could rely on and trust.

“He will. Trust me, he is one of the most stubborn person I’ve met in my life”, Eula smiled at Diluc as she patted his head.

Seeing Diluc in such a miserable state was the first time for you. You remember the times when Kaeya spoke with you how Diluc was for almost a year after his father passed. He mentioned how he was broken and just dedicated the complete year to studies. While Kaeya, he had his regrets. That was the year he actually got addicted to alcohol. Both the brothers had fought always during that time but, stayed by each other’s side when needed the most.

After 20 minutes Eula left and you and Diluc were the only people remaining near the hospital ward. You tried to stay strong for Diluc, who was now sobbing softly onto your shoulder the moment Eula left. It was as if he was trying to hold back his tears until he could stay alone, or with you being the exception. You rubbed his back soothingly trying to calm him.

After exhausting himself from crying, he fell asleep on your lap. While your hands laced his red locks. Diluc was strong, stronger than you and Kaeya in most of the aspects. He was responsible, calm, composed and knows how to invest thoughts and time usefully. But just like how he was so strong, it took just one hit on his weakness to make him crumble and fall apart. You prayed to the gods above to make Kaeya live.

You really loved Diluc, he was your best friend, but… Kaeya. He was… no, he had been your crush since the day you laid your eyes on him. You spoke to no one regarding your feelings for him to anyone. You wondered when Diluc was actually your type, Kaeya was the one who had your heart captured. He was careless, prioritised drinking more than any of his partners, but he valued his friends very much. Now as Diluc was sleeping, now your tears streamed down your cheeks.

Kaeya, The one boy in class, who was extremely popular for his looks and charm. He looked ethereal to you. He was the type of guy, to fuck and forget. ‘The Drinks before Dates’, he used to say before he bailed on one of his dates for alcohol. But his voice could make anyone get an eargasm. His style was always on point. His grades were just as amazing because he could remember things so well. Even if he showed up hungover, he could remember the classes well. You couldn’t get your racing heart to calm down every time you looked at him. He charmed you every time you were with him.

Diluc was your safe space, because whenever Diluc was around, your emotions stayed intact. But you did feel calm with Diluc more. He was the type who stayed quiet, which made some people uncomfortable but, you could understand that, it was just who he was. ‘Only if people could give him some more time’, you used to think about Diluc while he sincerely read the book before him in the library. He was so your type and he even was handsome, but… your heart fluttered for Kaeya.

“I love him”

“I know”

Your teary eyes widened when you heard the voice of Diluc. He wasn’t looking at you as his hand continued to rest on his eyes.

“Make sure to tell him when he wakes up”, he grunted as he woke up from your lap.

“Okay, I’ll tell him”, your tears continued to roll down your face again. Diluc wiped your tears with his thumb and said, “He’ll live, I’m sure”. That was all you needed to hear from Diluc. You smiled and nodded.

XOXOXOXOXXOXO

By the blessings of the Gods, he lived and the first chance you got, you expressed your feelings for him. He was shocked as to never notice those feelings of yours. He agreed to go out with you making him to mention that you were his girlfriend. That was a very happy moment for you but.. you couldn’t help but feel a bit weird? Was it because of how your friend was now your boyfriend or was it because of how… he seemed, different. The glow in his eyes shifted. It… made him seem… unapproachable at times to you. His friends came to meet him and wish for his recovery. No one seemed to notice the difference. Was it… all in your head? Was he okay? Was he… still the same Kaeya?

‘Did… Diluc notice it?’, you looked at him and he had the same blank expression while he sat next to Kaeya, as his friends greeted him. The smile on Kaeya’s face still dangled on his lips. As he was making jokes with his friends, his gaze met yours making him to flash you the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. ‘Whatever, he is still the Kaeya that I liked. Maybe I’m thinking way too much.’ You removed those thoughts and smiled back at him.

“That was the moment I lost my conscious as I looked at my bike almost crushed beside me.”

“That is really painful to even imagine”, Diluc nodded as you said it.

“Still alive, doing just fine”, he said as he got a cramp in his fracture making him lean back on the pillow.

“Ok, okay we get it. You are strong. Can you care for resting a bit”, you said while helping him to adjust his posture.

“Idiot”, Diluc scoffed while Kaeya Laughed.

As days passed Kaeya seemed to smile and gleam more and more whenever he was talking to you. It felt like he was really starting to like you.

“How come did I not notice you before”, he took your hand in his making Diluc uncomfortable and leave the hospital room. “I’ll take you on your best date once I am okay to leave the hospital”.

Kaeya was the epitome of adoration to you now. You just couldn’t help but meet him every day after work because he was bored most of the time being alone in the hospital. Sometimes you got him pretty flowers like him and sometimes fruits. Kaeya wasn’t much of a reader but, he started to read and even complete reading the books you got him. He was… actually making an effort. He would learn your interests and talk to you about them. Making the conversations last even longer.

After what felt like months, though it had been only 10 days he got out of the hospital. Even though he wasn’t healed he insisted on taking you for your date that he had promised. But you refused and instead suggested watching a movie in his house while Diluc went for his Job. Which you did implement.

Kaeya already prepared few movies to choose from as now he knew what type of movies you liked. Ordered food and placed it on the table. It was so precious how he was still having one of his arms in cast and was using a walking stick to maintain his balance, wore comfortable navy-blue shirt which was way too big on him, but still, he prepared all this. All of it for his date with you. ‘Was he always like this?’, you thought as both cuddled on his couch as the movie kept playing.

After the date, while you were leaving, he got sad and tugged on your shirt in an attempt to ask you to stay. You couldn’t leave him like that so you did what was best for that moment. You tiptoed as your hands pulled him down, you placed a kiss on his cheek. It was brief but it was enough to make his cheeks to turn into the shade of red that you have never ever seen. His visible eye widened and you could see that his pupil diluted.

“Bye”, you said and walked backwards while you faced him. His fingers touched his cheek as his other hand waved you.

‘Fuck that was damn adorable’, you thought as you left.

That night, you couldn’t sleep properly. The blue was all you could think of. Then you heard your phone chime. It was him.

“You not sleeping yet?”

Your lips formed a smile as you typed back.

“No, still not asleep. I will regret not sleeping tomorrow morning, when I have to go for work”.

“haha , Should I wake you up?”

“It would help”.

“Okay, get your beauty sleep my princess”.

With that you placed your phone aside while smiling to yourself. Little did you know, that he was also feeling the same. If mentioned correctly. Your feelings wouldn’t even compare to the “affection” he had for you.

If he was your friend like before, he would’ve suggested to close your curtains before going to bed, but now he was happy that you didn’t close the curtains. He wasn’t afraid of any creeps trying to look at you. If he found any, he could just end them there itself. So, no threat to you now. He was protecting you. He thought as he leaned back on the wall while he used the support of the stick he needed for balance. ‘Should get better as soon as possible’, he thought as he rubbed his injured hand. ‘At least for Y/N’s sake’. His good hand again reached for the binoculus hanging on his chest. Positioning the view to again look at your sleeping form from the window.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

That healing took about 6 to 7 weeks, but Kaeya didn’t complain to you because you would regularly help him and take him to the doctors when needed. That way, your love was visible to him. “Even I want to take care of you”, he placed his hand on your cheek, “I will get better soon”.

“Good! That’s the sprit Kae”, you said as you placed your hand on his. He leaned in to kiss your cheek.

Kaeya got Clingy as soon as he got better. You weren’t complaining as you also were an overthinker. So being clingy was way better than making you feel miserable, in which your ex’s scored a perfect score.

“You are in cab now?”, you hummed in response. “Send me your location”.

You smiled because none of your previous relationships ‘cared’ for you like Kaeya did. Little did you know, he made sure that your location was always being shared with him without you knowing. This way he could know where you were and could rescue you quickly.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

The first time you and Kaeya actually went on a date ended with him being on your bed, while his hands ran through your hair as you made out. Strange how he didn’t even ask you regarding the confusing light switches. ‘Maybe he was just that clever’, you reassured yourself as you deepened the kiss. You straddling him while he was still trying to hold you was the last straw for his composure.

Man with one swift move changed the positions. Now you were underneath him. His kisses travelled from your jaw to your collar bone, while his hands worked their way to undress you. Sex with him was even better than you could ever imagine. His voice was enough to make you turned on but his moans and grunts were just, irresistible.

“You are mine, Y/N and I am yours”, was what he said as he held you in his arms.

“So you are falling in love with me?”, your question made him to chuckle.

“Ah, sorry for not letting you know earlier. I thought it was made clear that I love you”, his words made your heart to skip a beat. Of course you didn’t knew all the times he confessed his feelings to you as you were sleeping while he conveyed his emotions.

“I have fallen in love with you my dear”

“I… I also love you”, your cheeks flushed red and you buried your face in his chest making him laugh.

“So, Y/N, who is this guy named Childe?”

“Ah, he’s my colleague, Why do you wanna know about him Kae-”, you tried to look at him but he again pulled you back into his chest making you giggle.

“Just making sure my love is okay and not being involved with dangerous people”, he pinched your cheek as you looked up at him.

“Hehe, its fine Kae, Childe is a nice guy. He is very outgoing person and friendly like you. No reasons to be worried”.

“Yeah, if you say so my dear”

Yeah, It wasn’t okay for Kaeya... He will definitely take things in his hands. Maybe he should just get a job in your company, so then you can be with him all the time. If keeping the relationship, a secret in office was required, he could do that. As keeping you safe was the first priority to him.

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[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Monochrome || Toji Fushiguro

A/n: This is an entry for @nagumoan 's 'Dance With the Dead' collaboration. Please enjoy and make sure to check out the other amazing entries too. The divider was made by @saradika.

Warning(s): horror, ghost/poltergeist Toji, gender-neutral reader, rough sex, pet (dog or cat), modern-day au, dry humping, blackouts, implied/referenced death, orgasm denial, ghost hunters, haunted erotica. Words: 4,923.

Tag list: @ofsharkdreamsandspacejellyfish

No Minors Allowed!!

An eerie silence permeates the late autumn air, bringing about a sense of uneasiness that sets you on high alert. Your curious eyes dart from one end of the street to the next, waiting for someone - or something - to walk down the sidewalk toward you. But no one comes. 

You do not blame them, no one would dare to proceed along this street on Halloween, where tragedy and death are in abundance, so much so the air is thick with the phantom scent of rot.

It is a terrible idea for you to be out here because even at a safe distance, the infamous 'House of Horror' feels like it is breathing down your neck. It might as well be; the rumors stemmed from the abandoned vernacular house. You can not attest to them, having never witnessed the cursed spirits that are supposed to be trapped within its walls, so here you are, waiting on your friends for a fun night of ghost hunting to kick off the spooky season. 

They're late, you point out. 

And what's worse, there is no cellphone service where you are. 

An air of sheer paranoia cloaks you like a heavy blanket the longer you wait. You know there is nothing to be scared of - fear is only in the mind - but you can not shake the eerie sensation that someone is watching you from afar. 

You turn toward the 'House of Horrors' and glance at the set of broken windows, but you see nothing beyond the inky blackness inside. What is causing this sensation? 

The sudden flash of headlights averts your eyes toward an old car as it approaches. You forget about the house for the time being when a friend sticks their head out the window and howls like a wolf into the night. You turn up your eyes in a playful manner, checking your cell phone again.

"You're late, you know," you point out, once the car parks next to the curb in front of you. 

Your friend snorts.

"Late is the new fad."

The driver, their partner sighs.

"It was Eric Jerome Dickey who coined the phrase 'Early is on time, on time is late and late is unacceptable'. You can learn from that babe." 

Your friend turns up their eyes. 

"See what I have to deal with."

Honestly, you don't, you are single.

Your friend and their partner leave the car and join you on the sidewalk, facing the 'House of Horrors'. An eerie silence permeates the air as the three of you stare at it. 

"This is unnerving," the partner states. 

You agree with a nod, but your friend snorts. 

"You two are wimps. This is exactly what we came here for." They pause a moment, breaking away from the triad to rush through the front yard and onto the porch. "Move your asses."

With a sigh you join them, standing to the side as their partner tinkers with the doorknob. It is strange that the door would be locked, but you can understand why. People often break in and vandalize the house; it's the reason for the broken windows. 

"Damn," the partner groans. "I can't get the door to open. We will have to try something else." 

The sound of glass breaking makes you jerk in fright. You avert your attention to the window on the right of the house behind you to see your friend knocking down the broken pane. 

"What are you doing, babe?" The partner asks in disbelief. 

"I'm finding a way in," your friend simply retorts. They grunt, sticking one leg through the window. "Give me a second. I'll unlock the front door and let you both in."

You consider arguing with them, it's a terrible idea, but you know they won't listen. It was their idea to come here in the first place. You watch them shimmy through the window with a grunt and disappear into the darkness. 

"And they say they have it rough," the partner jokes. 

You snort. Your friend is indeed a bit hard to deal with. 

For a moment, the two of you sit in silence as you wait, until the partner clears their throat.

"Do you know why the 'House of Horrors' is called what it is?"

"I have an idea," you utter. 

The partner grins and leans in.

"It is rumored that whoever steps inside is cursed and therefore suffers."

You have never heard this rumor before.

"That's just to keep people out, right? I mean, several families have indeed died here, but it's not cursed."

"No, it's true. My aunt is a realtor and after she went into the house and gauged the damages, she got sick," the partner argues. 

A feeling of dread consumes you. The idea of being cursed does not sit well with you, but perhaps this is just a ruse. Shifting uncomfortably, you glance toward the window. There is no sign of your friend.

"Where are they?"

The partner hums. 

"No idea. It shouldn't have taken this long."

No kidding. 

You reach for the knob giving it a shake but it's still locked. With a groan, you walk over to the window and peek in. From what you can see, it leads into a dilapidated living room. You can barely see the foggy plastic covering the furniture, but at the top of the stairs, nestled to the side, you see what appears to be a figure in the shadows. It's hard to tell whether they are facing you or not due to the shadows, but there is indeed someone there.

A bout of fear consumes you. Is it a–

No. You are quick to shut down your wild thoughts. The spooky ambiance is getting to your head.

It is your friend, no doubt, but what are they doing standing there? Before you call out to them, you hear the lock click and the door open. You lean back and notice your friend standing in the doorway with their phone out. How did they get down the stairs so quickly? 

You peek your head back through the window, seeing that the figure is gone. Goosebumps rise to your arms but you rub them away, joining your friend and their partner near the door.

"What took you so long?"

"We thought a ghost got you," the partner teases. 

Your friend laughs. 

"I walked through the kitchen for a moment alone. You know, in case the spirits are a bit shy."

You turn up your eyes. Opting not to ask them what they were doing on the stairs, you take out your phone, preparing to record whatever you see inside the house. Your friend backs up and spreads their arms. 

"Welcome to the 'House of Horrors'. Abandon hope all ye who enter here."

"Chill out Dante," the partner jokes, walking into the house.

You follow close, shivering. The temperature of the house feels several degrees lower than outside, and the scent of mold and dust is thick in the air. You don't like it at all.

"Where should we start?" The partner asks. 

"There's no basement or attic in this thing, so the first floor and then the second floor," your friend answers. 

You are glad they have a plan because you honestly don't care. The sooner you leave, the better. 

With your camera out in front, you have to readjust the settings to see what you are recording, and while it is not perfect, it will work. You hesitantly walk around the living room, stepping over broken bottles and used condoms from the various squatters who took residence inside the house. Various pictures hang on the walls, covered in thick dust and graffiti. You look at them carefully, barely able to see a family within them.

It is unsettling, knowing that they are now dead. A strange feeling of sorrow overcomes you, but you saunter away and join your friends, who are flirting with one another. 

"Squatters destroyed a lot of the belongings," you mention, awkwardly. 

"I had a feeling that would be the case," your friend retorts. "Oh well. To the kitchen, we go." 

You agree with a hum. 

Filming what you can of the living room one last time, you turn to follow your friend but the stairs catch your attention again. Something about them feels odd, yet you are not afraid. You feel drawn to them as if an intense desire overtakes you. 

"Do you both want to go–"

You pause as you notice your friend passionately making out with their partner against the counter in the kitchen. Of course. Fear turns people on, they say. You opt to give them a moment alone, ascending the stairs.

The hall is built in a straight line with 4 doors; two on the right and two on the left with a narrow wooden floor between them. You hesitantly walk toward the first door, turning the knob to reveal a small bedroom. The mass of broken toys implies that a child slept there. 

You frown as you further explore, leaning down to examine a torn and dust-covered set of canine plush toys; one black and one white. How sad. 

Why would someone hurt–

The heavy sound of footsteps rushing by the bedroom door turns your attention. You do not see anyone in the frame, but the footsteps continue to recede down the hall toward one of the other rooms. Standing, you peer down the hall. The door at the far end on the left is wide open and someone is rummaging around in there. You can hear them rolling something across the floor. 

How strange. 

Perhaps your friend and their partner wandered upstairs to continue. But why did they not say anything? You ignore the sense of unease in your stomach and walk toward the door, walking into the frame with a teasing grin on your face. 

"You know, if you two just came here to fuck, then you shouldn't have–"

You pause in horror, your grin fading as you notice that there is no one in the room. Peering back into the hall, you see that you are alone. So who walked by and opened the door? Your heart pounds in your chest like an 808 as you take in the decor. This room appears to be someone's office.

A large desk with two identical oak bookcases sits behind it. But what is strange is that the chair that you heard is across the room, facing the wall beside the door. 

Nope. 

You turn to leave but something falls to the floor with a loud thump and shatters. Jerking in fear, you search the room, noticing a frame on the floor next to the desk. Your body begs you to leave, stricken with shivers, but you walk over and lean down to pick the frame up, ignoring the broken glass as it falls to the floor with a clank.

A photograph inside shows a clearer view of the deceased family; a well-built man with black hair and two young children. The first, a girl with brown hair, stands beside the man with a kind smile. Then the second, a boy who looks much like his father, holds two canine plush toys in his arms as he stares at the camera.

"I'm sorry," you utter.

For some odd reason, tears gather in your eyes. Whatever happened to them was unfortunate. You sit the frame down and stand, clearing your eyes. This entire trip is an honest bust, despite the strange footsteps. You want to go home.

Walking back into the hallway, a sudden chill gives you the shakes. You ignore it, but as you reach the first door, a deep voice startles you. 

"Sorry, you say." 

Turning with a jerk, you stare with wide eyes at nothing. The shadows are however so thick. You lift your phone, hoping to get a clearer look, but what you see horrifies you. There is a man on the screen. 

Fear chokes you. 

Glancing at the shadows, then at your phone, you see that the figure of the man is still there. And to make matters worse, he is staring at you as if he's waiting for you to answer. There is darkness in his eyes; a darkness that turns your stomach. But furthermore, he looks like the man in the photograph. 

"Are you the f-father?" 

The man grins and steps forward.

You gasp in shock and turn to run, but you only manage to bump into your friend and their partner.

The terror in your eyes does not go unnoticed. 

"What's wrong?" Your friend asks in concern.

You peek over your shoulder, seeing no one. The man is gone, but regardless, you want to leave this house at once. The desire to run is intense.  

"I can't be here."

Before the two can bring you to your senses, you rush past them and down the stairs. Outside, a bout of nausea hits you like a bucket of cold water in the face. You fall to your knees and vomit onto the grass, retching. 

What is going on?

As the sudden sickness passes, and you are left exhausted, you clean your mouth on your sleeve and glance back toward the house in sheer terror.  

I should not have come here. 

This is a mistake. 

"It is rumored that whoever steps inside is cursed and therefore suffers."

You do not believe in curses, but the words remain in the back of your mind for weeks. Life should have returned to normal after the exploration, but it did not. Or at least for you, it didn't.

Something weird is going on. That sensation of dread that you felt that night now follows you everywhere. It feels like a dark phantom is hovering over your shoulder, observing you as you go from your house to work and back each day. It's suffocating. You fear that you are going insane; that the shadows are coming for you.

That 'he' is coming for you.

Fear invades your body as you walk quicker down the dimly lit sidewalk toward your house. The November air feels much colder than you are used to, but it's the last thing on your mind.

The black-haired man from the photograph invades your thoughts once again. His pale face at the end of the hall still haunts you. And to make matters worse, the footage that you had taken of him is missing from your phone as if he never existed. Perhaps he didn't. Perhaps you are just paranoid.

However, his handsome grin looked so real to you.

And his voice.

"Sorry, you say."

A shiver racks your body at the thought. You pull your coat tight around your shoulders and try to focus on getting home. It's been a long workday. You just want to take a shower and then go to bed. This entire ordeal is driving you insane. 

Once at home, you shed your coat and greet your pet, running your fingers over their back.

"I bet you are hungry, aren't you?" You ask them with a smile. 

Walking into the kitchen, you fill their food and water bowl. It's strange but you don't feel hungry at all. Perhaps you are coming down with an illness.

All the more reason for a long nap. 

Loving on your pet for a moment, you then saunter into the bathroom. It does not take long for you to bathe, and then once you are done, you retire to the bedroom and pass out beneath the warmth of your blankets.

A strange chill suddenly wakes you in the night. It slithers up your body like a snake and clears your mind, enough to make you more aware. You groan in irritation and tighten the blankets around you, trying to go back to sleep. However, you can't.

Turning onto your side, you glance at your cell phone. It is early in the morning, but the sun is not yet up. So then why can you not rest?

For fuck's sake. 

It's too late you fear, to force yourself back to sleep. You reluctantly leave the bed and wander into the dark kitchen for a drink. Once your thirst is satiated, you close the fridge door, casting yourself in darkness again. Knowing that you won't be able to go back to sleep just yet, you decide to return to your room and read on your phone. But as you turn, the soft tap of footsteps catches your attention. It must be your pet, roaming around in the living room.

"You too," you state. Pausing to lean down, you glance around the dark living room for them. "Come on then. We can go back together."

You smile as their footsteps wander closer, though beyond the darkness you are still unable to see them. Perhaps you should have turned on the light. As the noise increases, your smile fades. Where the hell are they? You squint into the darkness, able to see what appears to be their shadow, but then something furry brushes against your arm. 

Jolting in fright, you glance over to see your pet beside you, waiting for you to caress them. An air of relief washes over you, but then, what is in your living room? You turn your eyes to the shadow and watch in horror as it rises to its full height. 

It's a person. 

Abruptly it runs at you. Its loud footsteps pound against the floor as it does. You fall onto your ass and scream, unable to move, as it draws near. Slamming your eyes shut, you turn your head and wait for the inevitable, but it never comes. 

Forcing open your eyes, you glance over the area but whatever the thing was is now gone. Your stomach churns and your heart begins to pound. It feels like any moment you might jump out of your skin.

What the fuck is wrong with me? 

Horrified tears leak down your face as you sob, cradling your pet for dear life. 

After the sudden shock in your kitchen, it took a lot for you to calm down. You had barely slept the rest of the night, but fortunately, nothing else happened.

It was a day later that you had decided there was no shadow hiding in the darkness. There was a logical explanation, you just did not know how to explain it yet. And there was no reason to. 

You ignored the signs and continued with your life. 

A few days later, however, you experience another incident, far worse than the last.

You are in bed, almost asleep. The warmth of your blanket lulls you into a sense of safety as you slowly drift in and out. Muffled sounds of music from your phone echo around the room and faintly through the bottom of your toes you can feel the rise and fall of your pet's warm body as they rest at the end of the bed.

A sudden gentle jerk on your blanket pulls you into a state of dim awareness. It feels as though it's gradually sliding down your body but you ignore it, thinking that your pet is at fault. With a soft groan, you turn onto your side and pull the blanket back up. A second later, however, it flies off you with a rough yank and lands on the floor.

You jolt up in fear and dart your eyes around the room, breathing deeply as though you have run a marathon. It feels as though your heart is about to explode. Could this be your mind playing tricks on you? Perhaps you had kicked the blanket off. You honestly can't remember. 

Taking a deep uneasy breath, you are relieved that there is no one in your room.

Fuck me.

You glance at your pet to see them staring at the far side of the room as if they were watching someone. But upon further investigation, there is no one there.

"What are you look-"

Before you can finish your sentence, an unseen and malicious force grabs your leg and yanks you off the bed. Your scream of horror is interrupted by a loud oof as you land on your back on the floor. 

"What the fuck," you groan in pain.

A soft and eerie song from your playlist permeates the air and from the corner of your eye, you notice movement from the other side of the bed. It takes you a moment to realize someone is standing there. You can see their feet from beneath the bed, but beyond that, you can not see who they are. 

In horror, you watch them disappear, crawling onto the bed. The mattress dips and creeks in protest as they creep to the other side toward you. 

Fuck…fuck…

Who is in your room?

Your stomach churns in dread as the face of the man from the photograph comes into mind. Could it be him? Is he real? You wait for whatever horror lies ahead to peek over the edge at you, but when the moment comes, your pet sticks its head over and glances at you instead. 

Warm tears leak down the sides of your face. Why is this happening?

You sob. "It's you. It's only you."

From the corner of your eye, something moves. You glance to the side, but before you get a clear look, you are yanked beneath the bed.

A scream of terror leaves your mouth. You struggle to get away from the unseen hands, clawing at the floor as you manage to turn onto your stomach. 

Once you are out from beneath the bed, you flip around and lean up on your forearms. The figure of a man, almost transparent, follows you out, moving slowly up your body. His cold hands bite at your skin as he pushes you onto your back and looms over you. 

It is him. The man in the photograph.

You can recognize his black hair, blending in with the shadows in a way that makes you think he is a part of them. If not for the fact you can feel him, you would almost assume he was born from them.

Not able to move, you stare into his green eyes. His scleras are black, making the color of his eyes pop. They seem to almost glow supernaturally, mesmerizing you into a state of ease. 

The man grins as he looks you over. 

"What an interesting toy."

He then leans in and runs his nose along your ear. Heat spreads across your face. 

"You and I are going to have so much fun together."

You aren't sure what to think about this. A part of you is terrified, but the other part wants him to. His tone doesn't sound malicious, as though he wants to hurt you; it sounds sexually deprived. 

You shiver as his cool breath brushes against your ear. 

"Why are you doing this?" You utter, returning to the jump scares.

"Do the dead need a reason to haunt the living?" The man asks.

He leans up and grins. 

"This can't be real," you mention. "You can't be real."

"Oh, I'm real, darling."

His hips sink and he brushes your sex, making you arch into him. A knowing look crosses his face and he laughs. 

"Do you still have your doubts?"

Your face heats up. For fuck's sake. Why is your body reacting to him like this? Are you deprived too?

"You're a curse."

"That's a matter of opinion, darling," the man utters. He leans down to your ear again and runs his tongue across the shell. "I can be a blessing."

You shiver in response. It feels as though you might faint, especially when he grinds his hard length against your sex. This should not feel so good. A soft moan escapes your mouth and you arch into him.

He's a ghost…or a figment of my imagination. 

You might as well. His cock feels real enough.

"Who are you?"

"Toji," the man utters with a groan. "Remember it or not, it doesn't matter to me."

He must have been a real asshole in his former life. You snort. 

"I've lost my mind. Fuck it. I might as well run with it."

"That's what I like to hear," Toji retorts. 

Before your eyes, you watch his clothes form into light particles that rise from his body and fade into the air. And though almost transparent, you can see his well-built frame and hard cock. 

You take a deep breath and glance up at the ceiling. This is happening. You almost can't believe it. 

Helping him remove your nightwear, he then positions himself on the floor at your side and turns you away from him, bending your leg at the knee. You stare at the wall in anticipation, waiting for him to continue. 

When at last he does, you shiver as he slips a finger into you, then another, preparing your tight hole to fit him. Your body is his and he takes care to prove this to you by fingering you in a way that makes you roll your eyes back and moan for him. 

The little bit of pain you feel mixes perfectly with the pleasure building in your stomach, but it quickly ebbs as Toji removes his fingers.

Spreading you once again, he thrusts into your sex. You sigh in relief and angle into him. It feels strange, almost like you are being fucked by something intangible, yet there is clearly a cock inside you. Yet, despite this, it's intense. Every inch of your body is tingling. 

Soft gasps pour from your mouth as he quickens the pace, bouncing you like a paddle ball. The floor bites into your side becoming a bit painful but you ignore it. The man behind you does not seem to care. You aren't sure if he even feels anything, but he continues to fuck you as if he does.

"Listen to you, panting like a dog," Toji teases. His breath hits your skin as he snorts.

"I'm n-not a–"

He slows down, making you whine in protest.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds," Toji threatens. 

You nod in understanding, fluttering your eyes closed as he picks back up his pace again. The hand keeping your leg raised slips between your trembling thighs, playing with you. A moan pours from your mouth in response.

There is not much more you can take. It's been a while since you have been fucked like this and the pleasure is getting harder to handle. It builds and builds with each rough thrust until it suddenly shoots through you like an electric current. You have never felt anything so intense, so much so, that you can hardly breathe.

The world around you darkens and the last thing you hear before you pass out is Toji's airy voice.

"Now let's discuss living arrangements." 

"How are you?" Your friend asks.

The sincere expression on their face makes you smile. It has been a while since you have seen them. A video chat was due.

"I'm living," you retort with a snort. Leaning back in your chair, you adjust your phone.  "And I'm sorry that I haven't messaged or called you since Halloween."

"You should be," your friend jokes. "I was worried, you know."

You imagine so. You kind of dropped off the grid. 

"Hey…listen. That night at the house. Did you see something? You looked so upset," your friend asks in all seriousness. 

They have no idea. But to assure them, you shake your head.

"Just some rats. And I'm fine. Work has been a pain."

"That's a relief. It was a bust anyway. We didn't see shit, but we did fuck everywhere."

You snort, having no doubt.

A moment passes, and then your friend narrows their eyes in curiosity. 

"Do you have someone over?"

You raise a brow. 

"I'm alone. Why?"

You peek over your shoulder, but you don't see anyone there. The hallway behind you is dark and empty. Glancing back at the screen, you raise your shoulders. Your friend hums.

"I thought I saw someone standing behind you. Guess I'm seeing things."

You doubt it. 

"Someone is losing their mind," you joke. 

Your friend sticks out their tongue. 

"Too late for that." They pause to laugh. "At least we are both alive. I was worried there for a bit with you, but I'm glad you are doing OK. I can rest now."

"I'm managing," you retort. 

Your friend hums. 

"That's all I wanted to know. Listen…I have to go but we should do something on your next day off."

"It's a date," you agree. 

Saying your goodbyes, you end the call, putting your phone on a dark screen. The figure of a man appears behind you on the phone, making you jump in fright. 

"You ass, I asked you not to do that," you snap, peeking over your shoulder at Toji. 

The said man yawns. 

"Yeah…I'm not gonna stop. You're too damn easy."

You turn up your eyes.

"Behave or I'll call someone to take care of you. The Ghostbusters or something."

"Whatever you say, darling," Toji retorts.

He sits down on the bed and motions you over.

"I'm bored. We have an arrangement, remember."

You remember. 

With an eager grin, you hop up and walk over to him. Perhaps you should not have made a deal with him, allowing him to haunt your house. He's an asshole of a ghost and a bit obsessive. 

But one thing is certain, the sex is otherworldly.

[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 1

Let's start things off with something... Sweet.

Character: Portgas D. Ace Reader: cis!fem Warnings: Mostly fluff, oral given, 18+ only

Notes: This is part of @nagumoan's Dance with the Dead Collab.

Summary: You and Ace decide to have a quiet Halloween at home for once, and he comes up with an idea to help you get through a scary movie. -:- 1668 words

Treats with Ace

“I’m not saying I don’t want to watch it,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “I’m just saying I’m a real pansy when it comes to scary movies, and I don’t know that I’ll get through the whole thing.”

Ace had put a DVD in to play after coming over to your apartment. The idea had been to celebrate Halloween a little more intimately than you usually did. No big costume parties, no getting home at 4 in the morning too sloshed to do much except peel off costumes and pass out.

A nice, quiet evening, just the two of you.

You made some Halloween themed snacks and Ace had brought the movie. You’d been hoping for something truly campy and awful, like Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, or something similar. Instead it was a legit, albeit still older, scary movie.

You weren’t upset, far from it, you just weren’t sure hiding behind Ace was going to be enough. You might have to get up and leave, and you didn’t want him to have to end the movie just because of you.

Ace gets a devious look on his face, grinning as he puts a hand along your shoulder. “I bet I can think of a way to help you get through it.”

You almost snort trying not to laugh. “Not being able to see the screen cause you’ve got your tongue half-way down my throat wouldn’t exactly be ‘getting me through it’.” You tease, leaning into him and tapping the tip of his nose.

He crinkled his face a little, wiggling his nose in response to the affectionate touch. “I promise, you’ll still be able to see the movie.”

You agree, and next thing you know you’re sitting almost on the edge of the couch. Almost every pillow in the house is behind you, letting you sit back a little despite being on the edge. Ace hits play on the movie and kneels down in front of you.

“Ace,” you start to say but he shushes you.

“Watch the movie, not me.” He says, sly smirk on his face as he tugs at the laces of your shoes. He looks up and gives you his earlier devious grin again. “Just use your safe word if you need me to stop.”

Ace moved slowly. Painfully slowly. The opening credits and scene had barely finished when he pulled your first shoe off. You were doing your best to ignore him, and focus on the movie, but his hands were hot against your legs, even with your pants still on.

When he took the first sock off you audibly gasped at the sensation of his bare hand against your skin. You heard him chuckle softly, rubbing his hand over your ankle before taking your other sock off. You were twenty minutes into the movie, and all you were certain about was that everyone in it was an idiot.

There was no amount of money that would convince you to go up to an old, abandoned asylum to spend the night. Especially if you had some kind of terrible secret in your closet that would be moral grounds to have you hunted by tortured spirits.

Ace’s hands wandered up your legs, and you glanced down at him nervously before looking back at the movie.

“Ah-Ace?” You question, your heart was almost pounding in your ears. Even through your pants, the heat and weight of his hands were sinking into you.

“I’m just going to take your pants off.” He says it almost flatly, despite the smirk on his face, and it takes you a second to process what he’s saying.

“Yeah, uh – huh?” You look down as he grips your hips and leans in, mouth open as he hooks his teeth onto the button of your jeans, tugging it free. Your hands are on his shoulders, and you scoot back into the couch a little, but the dense pack of pillows behind you doesn’t let you get far. “Ace!”

“Keep your eyes on the movie.” He says before taking the zipper clasp between his teeth and pulling it down.

“My eyes might be on the screen, but my brain isn’t paying attention.” You whine, as hot hands slip under your shirt and caress your stomach and sides. “D-Do any of these people survive?”

“Couple,” he answers off-handedly, moving his hands around to your back and lifting you a little while pulling your pants down at the same time. You lean back, gasping as you lift your hips to help him.

He pulls your pants down slowly, leaning over and leaving soft and dry, but warm kisses against your thighs as he inches them down. You have an iron grip on the couch, trying desperately not to squirm, and also to keep your eyes on the TV.

At this point you didn’t give a shit about the movie itself. The asylum ghosts could win for all you cared, and you didn’t normally like really dark endings like that. But the tension was nothing compared to what Ace was doing to you, and the tanned, freckled, tattooed brat you called your boyfriend had barely even begun.

As his kisses pass your knee his hands grab onto your calf, holding one leg and then the other still as he pulls your pants off. His kisses give way to his tongue as he licks your shin, sending odd shivers down to your toes and up your thighs, the sharp, teasing sensation of his teeth dragging against your skin randomly.

Now at least you knew why he’d been holding your leg so firmly. Your fists slam into the couch cushions when he repeated the process with the other leg. The strange sensation wasn’t unpleasant, far from it, but you felt like you were caught between being tickled and teased.

Ace settled in between your thighs, pushing your legs open wide. “Your panties are soaked.” He teases, looking up at you. You can feel his gaze on you, but you’re trying to keep your eyes on the movie.

“N-no talking,” you stammer. “I… I won’t be able to hear the movie.”

“Sure, sure.” He muses, leaning in and licking along the inside of your thigh. Your breath falls out of your mouth like fog – heavy and low. You can barely keep your eyes on the screen as his tongue slides up toward your hips.

Ace’s dark eyes lock onto yours as he continues to the line of your thigh, pulling your panties aside just enough to lick the crease where your legs meet your hips.  He doesn’t even tell you to watch the movie before he’s pulling your panties down your thighs.

He leans back enough to bring your legs together long enough to pull them off and away, pushing your legs open wide as he leans back into you. He’s level with your face for a moment, kissing you sweetly, and all too briefly before he gives the tip of your nose a quick peck.

“Watch. The movie.” He emphasizes, before shifting back down between your thighs. He watches you for a moment, making sure you’ve managed to rip your gaze away from him and back to the television.

You have no idea what’s happening in the movie. People are dying, the ghosts seem to be winning, a couple people seem to be mostly on the innocent side, and at least smart enough to have survived so long. Right now though, you can’t even really remember the name of the movie, let alone anything else.

Ace licks the other crease of your thigh, and you let out a shivering gasp, almost crying to keep your eyes up and on the TV.  His arms hook around your thighs, and your fingers slip through his hair even as you keep watching the movie. Fingers spread you open, his hot breath washing over your wet and desperate clit.

The first swift flick of his tongue against your twitching pussy nearly causes you to scream, and if not for his arms around your thighs your hips would’ve come up off the couch entirely. You didn’t get a chance to admonish him for it, before he dived in entirely, his lips and tongue licking and sucking your clit. Your fingers tighten in his hair, your body tensing as pleasure jolted through you like lightning.

He held you in place, arms braced against your hips, mouth nearly suctioned in place. He was well-practiced at pleasuring you, but tonight was the first time he’d teased you for so long before getting started. You hadn’t realized how turned on you’d been until your toes and torso were curling as your legs shivered.

“Ahhh-sssss!” You drag out his name, not quite saying it right as pleasure pulled your muscles tight. He didn’t stop, only grunting a little as you tugged on his hair harder than you meant to.

You sink into the pillows and the couch, releasing your grip on Ace’s hair, eyes hazy and body hot. Ace gives you a few more long, lazy licks, making your body twitch and your breath come out in shaky moans, before looking up at you with a grin.

“I should have you watch a scary movie more often.” He says, bringing your legs up with him as he leans up and over you enough to kiss you. “You came so fast.”

“Y-you teased me for forty minutes!” You protest, laughing as he nuzzles into your neck.

“All I did was undress you.”

“And kiss my legs,” you insist. “And then licked me. And then teased me!” Your protest falls into a moan as he grinds the bulge in his pants against your bare pussy.

“Gonna forgive me?” He muses, shifting his hips and listening to your needy sounds.

You lean back a little, admiring that crooked smile. You look down, tilting your head, before looking back up at him.

“Give me a proper treat, Portgas,” you drive your point home by grinding back against him. “And I will.”

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

Vampire Askin Nakk Le Vaar x Viewer Made for Dance with the Dead Halloween collab. 2023 Part 3: The Haunted Lovely orchestrated by @nagumoan

Thank you for allowing me to join! This piece and the whole set of hcs, imagines and AU that were born with it, wouldn't have happened without this event. Wish you a lovely autumn and delightfully dark Halloween!

Traditional art on A4 paper with colored ink and pencils.