Hi😊 I hope you're doing well but if it's okay can I ask for a yandere Bloody Painter with a quiet and gentle darling that wears Jirai Kai fashion because of their abandonment issues
And because it's cute and
the darling is more scared of him abandoning them then being kidnapped by him
Sorry if this sounds weird and if you're not taking requests sorry for bothering you😅
That sounds absolutely adorable but I’m sorry, I no longer take requests like these. Have a wonderful day <3
I just read one of your fic about the reader being body slammed by a damn furniture before teleporting into another damn reality.
AND HOLY ITS FRINKIN' GOOD.
Is there anywhere i can find the rest of the chapter? I'm really interested in it!
Of course! I’m so glad you liked it. You can find it on quotev and wattpad under the name ‘Oneirataxia’. My quotev account is ‘Nixieisadaydreamerr’ and my wattpad account is ‘Nixieisaloserr’. In case you cant find it, here are the links!
Read Prologue from the story 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕀ℝ𝔸𝕋𝔸𝕏𝕀𝔸 by Nixieisaloserr (Nix) with 74 reads. xreader, puppeteer, yandere...
After a life-threatening injury, you seemingly travel to an alternate reality in which this event did not happen. After spending your first
I won’t be very active on tumblr for a few months, sorry about this!
Yandere Puppeteer and a Strong fem reader who is gravely injured?
Puppeteer make brain go brr.
Even though Rem reader was requested, I forgot to add anything gender related, sorry 🧍
Criticism and feedback is welcome and appreciated, thank you for requesting! <3
Yandere! Puppeteer x strong! reader who gets injured
Warnings: descriptions of deep wounds/gashes, descriptions of flesh sliding off the body (ewww), obsessive behaviour, visibly unhinged characters, don’t look at me man this is DISGUSTING.
He took his eyes off you for one goddamn minute.
Well, he knew you could take care of yourself. You were stronger than most—both mentally and physically.
He had faith in you, but he couldn’t help but get worried.
When you didn’t return after dark, he began to panic.
He decided to go after you himself—he was willing to turn the whole damn forest upside down just in hopes of finding you.
He did, indeed find you.
But…not in the state he was hoping you were in.
First of all, you were knocked out cold. Okay, not too bad, he could deal with that!
But you had obviously been attacked by something music bigger and stronger than you, likely one of the forests many monsters.
The skin on your back had been almost completely ripped off—revealing muscle and even some bone.
It was like your own flesh was sliding off you—he wouldn’t be surprised if some creature had decided to take some.
It sure looked like it.
You had deep gashes weeping blood all over your body, and it looked like you had a twisted ankle.
The Puppeteer scrunched up his nose as he checked your pulse.
You were alive. He wouldn’t know what he would do if you weren’t.
To say he was pissed at whatever did this to you was an understatement.
After making sure you were, well, alive—he carefully carried you to whatever shelter was nearest.
Anything with a roof and walls would do. Usually, he was picky with where you two would stay, but he was desperate.
He had to patch you up himself—which proved to be no easy task.
He was willing to do anything to make sure you stayed alive.
After making sure you weren’t going to bleed out, he set off to find the sick fuck that decided it looked fun to mutilate his darling.
He was seething.
Even the damn operator would have been scared of the pure rage seeping out of him.
If he ever found that disgusting creature, he would make sure to rip it to shreds—just as it had tried to do with you.
i did the nsfw request and you don’t have to post this, I just wanted to say thanks for doing the request! sorry, I didn’t realize you did jeff and you are so valid for that. great writing!!!
Dude you guys are so sweet I’m sitting in my bed at 8 am fighting back tears because I feel so welcomed <3
Hi :) (nsfw/suggestive) Could you write some HCs for how Masky, Hoodie or Jtk would react to a partner that has cute moans?
Gahdayum my first NSFW ask. Im assuming JTK means Jeff the Killer, who I do not write for. I dont really like him because of a video I was shown when I was younger which is absolutely disgusting—I’m so sorry if I disappointed you :( The reader will be AFAB but gender neutral petnames/ pronouns are used. I was listening to Closer by Nine inch nails while writing this and the experience was absolutely heavenly.
Criticism and feedback is welcome and appreciated, thank you for requesting! <3
Masky and Hoodie with a s/o who has cute moans
Warnings: NSFW, praise, fingering, oral (reader receiving), overstim, slight breeding if you squint, oh no where did my pants go?? I am going to hell for this.
Masky
When you two first decided to get intimate, he didn’t know what to expect from you.
So he was careful at first, making sure to slip a finger or two inside you while peppering your face with kisses.
When he started pumping his fingers a little bit faster was when it got difficult to hide your moans and whimpers.
He was focused on sucking a hickey onto your neck when he heard your sweet sounds.
Fuck, did it make his cock throb <3
It was hard for him to focus after that, opting to press kisses to your jawline while hitting that deliciously sweet spot inside of you.
He hated the fact that you tried to hide your pleasure by covering your mouth or biting your lip—come on, he wanted to hear you…
As soon as you came on his fingers, he was already taking off his pants and prodding at your entrance.
His hands roamed your body as he pushed inside you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
Soon enough, he was pounding into you.
Each moan, sputter, whimper, and curse that left your mouth spurred him on.
He just wanted to hear more of you—he wanted to have your moans burned into his memory.
He outright debated recording it just so he could listen to you on repeat.
He just couldn’t get enough of you and your heavenly sounds—which lead to him making you cum multiple times.
It was so hard to stop when all he wanted was to hear you <3
Hoodie
When he first asked if you wanted to have sex with him, it was literally just an excuse to eat you out.
He kind of just…disguised it as foreplay.
He made sure to tell you how beautiful you looked all splayed out for him, legs spread and all.
He kissed your inner thighs and left bite marks and hickeys, making sure to take his time to rile you up.
This man is a pussy eating CHAMP
Since he was so damn good at it, you couldn’t help but let a few moans slip.
You were now his favourite sound.
Your moans mixed with your thighs squeezing around his head was a match made in heaven.
He almost came in his pants as he listened to your whines.
It didn’t take much for him to get addicted to you <3
Honestly, if it meant he would get to hear more of you, he would fuck you till the sun came up.
Absolutely hammered into you when he finally took his damn mouth off you.
His pace was brutal, but he was so sweet with his praise and words of affection.
He was absolutely filthy with dirty talk.
“So good for me..so-so damn good…”
Probably so horny he could feel it in his throat LMAOO
Poor baby wanted nothing more to fuck you silly, but didn’t want to hurt you :(
Since the requests are taking such a long time, I decided to post my book (that I have been writing for several months) on here. I only have around 5 chapters out now.
Introducing,
Oneirataxia
A creepypasta x reader
Prologue
This book is intended for those 13 and over. If you are under the recommended age, whether you proceed or not is your choice. You will come across many disturbing things including: Violence, Gore, Various mental disorders including but not limited to BPD, depression, Anxiety, and ASPD, misogynistic characters, unhealthy relationships, visibly unhinged characters, descriptions of panic attacks, descriptions of dead/ decaying bodies, descriptions of the decomposition process, and mature language.
This book is classified as psychological horror. It will contain disturbing things.
Before I start this chapter - I trust that you have read the warnings. I will not be restating them.
I will not write for Jeff the killer or Laughing Jack. Laughing Jacks creator is someone who I personally do not agree with and I think their actions were appalling. As for Jeff the killer, he is a character I do not want to create content for due to personal reason. If you want to ask, message me privately.
And lastly, updates will be slow. I'm a high-school student, and there is no shortage of work for me to do. I also have some things going on in my life that are affecting my motivation and mental health.
Keep in mind this is a yandere x reader book. It will be disturbing, especially since these characters were already unhinged to begin with.
Thank you for understanding. Enjoy <3
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Public transport was something you didn't particularly enjoy. The suffocating atmosphere was too much for you, and being squished between people you didn't know wasn't something you looked forward to every day. But, not everyone had the money to buy a car, and not everyone could get a license. You would just have to put up with it for the time being.
You let out a sigh of relief as your street name was declared over the intercom, the bus doors opening and letting the chilly afternoon air waft into the rather stuffy atmosphere of the bus. You huffed as you jumped off the bus and onto the concrete, a small jolt running up your legs from the landing. The bus doors slammed shut behind you, and the wheels of the bus screamed and pleaded; begging for a longer rest. You watched as the bus left you, all alone. With a small sigh, you started your walk. You looked at the tree-line while you did so. The trees looked so beautiful, especially at this time of year. There were many colours mixed within the trees, creating an outstanding colour palette. The trees always looked so pristine - untouched by humanity. For some reason, no one ever bothered to venture into the unknown depths of the forest. Everything was left unbothered; it was quite pleasant to look at. Maybe some day, you would take a look. You could walk through and take pictures with your mums old camera. There had to be a path, right? You shook your head, no, you needed to get home.
You saw your house in the distance, and picked your pace. You didn’t want to be caught by your neighbours, they would just end up dragging you into a painfully long conversation. You loved your neighbours, you really did, but all you wanted was rest. Your neighbours were nice - an elderly couple who loved to strike up conversation every chance they got. You didn’t mind talking to them, but you wouldn’t go out of your way to initiate any interactions with them. Just as you were getting close to your driveway, your heard someone call out on the other side of the fence. “Would you be a dear and help us with something, darling?” Ugh. That nickname made you want to grind your teeth together and pop the bones of your knuckles out of your skin. For lack of a better word, it made you feel icky.
You turned around slowly, and smiled as best you could. "What is it, Mrs. Luvis?"
"Oh! No need to be so formal, you can just call me Diane!"
"...Diane...what do you need?"
“Could you help my son bring in some furniture for us? He can’t lift some of the stuff up on his own…”
Oh. That’s right. You saw the furniture on their front lawn, and wondered why it was there as you walked past. You were tired, but you didn’t have the heart to tell this poor old woman ‘no’…you would just have to endure. “Okay. I can do it.” You smiled, and begun to walk towards her. Your body gradually got heavier and heavier with each step you took - all you wanted to do was collapse on the ground and fade into nothingness. That definitely sounded better than busting your ass, anyway. Diane beckoned you over and adjusted her glasses, looking you up and down before frowning. “Are you alright, dear? You seem very tired. We all know how overworked you Uni students are…you don’t have to help if you don’t want to,” she cautioned, looking at you with a deep concern laced in those tired grey eyes of hers. A small pit set in the bottom of your stomach. You felt bad. Maybe it was the way she was looking at you? Maybe…you felt bad for thinking all those horrible things about her. It wasn’t her fault she was so frail, it came with old age.
You didn’t want to be like her.
You didn’t want to grow old - to rely on other people. You couldn’t imagine yourself being in her shoes- did that mean you didn’t plan to die of old age? Did that mean..? No. No, it didn’t. You were just scared. Everyone was scared of growing up; of feeling everything fade away in what felt like seconds. It was a rational fear, you had no reason to panic over these feelings of yours. “Dear?” Dianne’s voice called out to you, ripping you out of your thoughts - your safe space - and out into the world. “Oh!- Um, I’m okay. Just got a little lost in thought there, sorry,” you assured, looking her in the eyes. Diane sighed, and turned away. "Whatever you say, hun," she muttered. You followed after her as she walked towards the stranded furniture on her front lawn. You felt awkward, like you had upset her.
"Hey, Ma - who's this?" A mans voice rudely interrupted your thought process, but you didn't mind. Diane nudged your arm, as if she was telling you to introduce yourself. "Oh, um. Hello. I'm [Name]. I'm here to help you move in the furniture," you answered. The man nodded his head, and looked to Diane. "Thank you. Should we get started?" he asked. Diane nodded her head before heading inside. The man looked towards a rather large and heavy-looking dresser. "Lets start with this. Best to get the bad stuff out of the way first, right?" he declared.
"You go on this side, I'll go on the other side," he ordered, already in position. You hurried over, rushing to grip the dresser and press your body against it as best you could. "Three, Two, One, Lift!" He grunted, and shakily hauled the dresser off the ground, your arms already beginning to hurt. The man started to walked backwards, and you stumbled in suite. Both of you struggled to stay coordinated, constantly tripping and making many, many close calls. The man was halfway up the concrete steps, you only on your first. He moved to make one step up, when he slipped.
And he let go of the dresser.
You tumbled backwards, the dresser following close behind. You felt your body smack against the ground, hitting your head roughly. You swore you could feel blood begin to seep out of your skull. A horrible pain burst through your entire body as the dresser crushed you under its weight, as if you were nothing but a measly ant. You felt a pulse everywhere in your body, and the pain became so unbearable you felt like you were going to throw up. Your eyes were bursting out of their sockets, and you felt like you were going to explode. You felt sick to your stomach, like you were a fruit on the ground, being squashed by all the shoes stomping on it. You couldn't breathe, not one bit. You could feel the warm, thick blood pouring out of you. You didn't care, though. All you wanted was for the pain to stop.
And stop it did.
You could feel fabric underneath your hands, and everything around you was vibrating slightly. You opened your eyes, but everything was blurry and it was hard to keep them open. You tried to force them open, but all it did was made your head pound even harder. Where were you? Didn't you die? Your ears were ringing, your head was pounding, and you felt like you were about to vomit. Lord, you felt like shit.
Slowly, your ears stopped ringing and the pounding in your head dulled down to a small throb. You heard people talking, cars honking, and a very annoying rumbling noise akin to that of a motor. It dawned on you, you were back in the bus! Did you fall asleep? Maybe that was a bad dream?
But if that was a bad dream, then why did you still feel some of the pain?
The horrible, horrible pain that made your eyes water and mouth run dry. You swore you could feel cracks and scars in your skin. You smoothed your hand over your abdomen, feeling around for any sort of injury. Your skin was hot to the touch - not warm, it was hot. It hurt when you touched it. You considered lifting your shirt up to see if there was anything worth going to the hospital for, but you decided against it due to the amount of people on the bus. You would hate for people to see that; especially if you really were hurt. What if your clothes were the only thing keeping you together?
Nonsense. You were fine. You seriously needed to get your crap together.
You perked up as the sound of your street name being called met your unsuspecting ears. Accompanying the unexpected wake-up call came a strong sense of déjà vu. You literally went through this less than fifteen minutes ago.
What the hell was going on!?
You stood up slowly, as if people were watching your every move and scrutinising you as you shuffled awkwardly down the isle. It really, really felt like they were. You swore could hear people giggling and whispering to their friends. Did you really look that disheveled? You rubbed at your face tiredly, feeling around for anything abnormal. Nope, you were fine. You had to be. Ignoring the embarrassment that came with public spaces, you stepped off the bus carefully and looked back at the driver, only to find that they were already looking at you with a rather concerned expression.
“You know it’s unsafe for someone to be out here all alone at this time - right?”
You tilted your head and hummed in response. “Pardon? I don’t remember this street being so dangerous. I’ll be fine, don’t worry! I’ve taken this path many times before,” you smiled. The bus driver sighed and shook their head before the bus doors closed and the bus took off. As the bus began its journey to a new destination; so did you. You found yourself walking down the familiar path with a bounce in your step as you listened to a random playlist you had forgot to turn on the last time you walked down here. As you looked over the the tree line, you slowed down and gaped at the trees.
They looked so…
Unhealthy.
You saw gashes in the trees, with sap oozing out of them similar to blood spilling out of a fresh wound. Your brows furrowed in confusion - the trees had never looked like that before. As you stalked closer, you could make out strange symbols, words and jumbled letters you couldn’t make out. It looked kind of like the result of really, really bad mental breakdown. But still - it had only been about twenty or so minutes since you had last seen those same trees, how could they have managed to change so drastically in such little time, especially with no traces of who did it? Some of the gashes looked old, too. Some looked like they had accompanied the trees for years.
“Excuse me?”
You jumped, and turned to face whoever had caught you in your very confused train of thought. You locked eyes with a middle-aged woman with frizzy hair and bright red lipstick. “You really shouldn’t be so close to the forest. Someone could hurt you, you know? It’s really dangerous around here. Haven’t you heard the rumours?”
You looked at her like she was crazy. This town had always been a quiet and uneventful place to stay. You had no idea what she was talking about.
“Erm, what? I’ve lived here for a very long time now and I’ve never heard of anything ill-natured involving this specific area. Uh, do you know where these gashes came from? I’ve never seen them before,” you asked. The woman looked even more puzzled, you swore you could see math symbols floating around her head as she put together a fitting answer.
“Those have been there for a really long time now…are you okay? Have you been getting enough sleep? Do you need any help getting home? You don’t seem to well,” she babbled on, making your brow twitch in slight anger. This woman was starting to piss you off. You didn’t know who she was, or even why she approached you, but you really didn’t want to stay and chat with her any longer.
“Look, I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m going to go home now, on my own. Have a good night,” you asserted, taking multiple steps towards the sidewalk before the woman grabbed your arm in retaliation. “I- wait! I really don’t think it’s a good idea to be-“ she began, before you spun around and yanked your arm out of her grasp with an unexpected force.
“I really don’t know who you are, so that means you have no right to be fretting over my well-being. I’m sorry, but I don’t need you to accompany me. Please just let me leave,” you grunted, giving the woman a half-hearted glare. She stepped back and attempted to utter and apology with glossy eyes. You wanted to feel bad, you really did, but you were honestly to tired. You hustled away, whisking your hand through your hair and letting out the most stress-induced sigh you have ever heard. As the pressure left your chest with a final rumble, you thought harder about how you could’ve handled the situation differently.
You were really rude to that woman. Guilt sprouted in your belly, ready to grow and eventually take over your thoughts until you had the chance to apologise. You probably should’ve been calm about it. Cool, and calculating. That way - she would be less likely to grab you like that. It gave the illusion that you knew what you were talking about. You sighed.
You would have to use that one next time.
With that thought fresh in your head, you took off. You started where you left off last time, picking up your pace as to not get interrupted by anyone else. A million ideas raced in your head, you entertained the thought of one of them winning first place when you walked through the front door of your home, but you guessed that would have to wait until you actually got there. You found yourself scanning your surroundings as you meandered around, following the path set in stone. For some reason, everything looked much sadder than what you remembered. You even noticed a few changes - there used to be a tire swing on a feijoa tree in a nice lady’s backyard for her daughter, but that was now gone and the tree was reduced to nothing but a stump. A man had a playhouse in his front-yard for his neighbours kids, but it looked like that had never existed. Everything looked so sad, it made you feel sort of depressed, really.
As you walked passed Diane’s house, you noted that furniture was on the front-lawn, and the front door was opening. You quickly turned your head so that you were facing in-front of you. You kept your eyes locked onto your destination as Diane walked up to the fence and called out to you. “Would you be a dear and help us with something, darling?” she called out, waving you down. You froze in place as your blood ran cold. “N-no…I’m sorry, Mrs. Luvis…I’m busy at the moment. Maybe try asking someone else?” you stuttered out, shuffling your feet on the ground.
"Oh! No need to be so formal, you can just ca-“ she began, with the same smile you saw the time she recited that to you the first time.
“Diane. I know. Sorry, but I need to go,” you interrupted, waving her a quick goodbye before scurrying into the safety of your home. As your fingers curled around the cool metal doorknob you couldn’t help but push your whole weight against the door and stumble inside half-hazardly. You felt hot tears dig trenches into your skin as you closed the door behind you and leaned on a nearby chair for support. You sucked in a big breath as you desperately tried to hold yourself together.
What the fuck.
What the fuck?
WHAT THE FUCK!?
This couldn’t be happening - this was something only seen in movies and books. Maybe you really were going crazy? Maybe those people really did have a reason to be so concerned for you. Your body trembled as sobs racked your body. You clenched the back of the chair so hard it could’ve snapped, and you slowly lowered yourself to the ground as you realised how badly you screwed up. You had absolutely no idea what was going, what changed, and how you were going to play it off. You were practically living the life of another person, as far as you knew.
You covered your mouth as your tears burned your skin. You felt as if your lungs were collapsing in on themselves and your stomach was devouring itself oh so slowly, and your mind came up with horrible thoughts that made you gag and convulse - sometimes you hated your brain and it’s stupid ideas.
Your crumpled body lay on the ground as you drowned yourself in tears and half-complete thoughts. You blinked the tears away and moved your hand away from your mouth, expecting to see snot covering your hand when you looked it over. Your breath caught in throat as you saw the unmistakable crimson liquid coating your palm that ran down your arm when you rolled over on your back and lifted your hand above you to get a better look. You looked to the side as you realised - your tears weren’t the only thing puddled on the floor. With shaky legs, you jumped off the ground ran to the nearest bathroom to look at the mess you made. As you looked yourself over, you wondered how you never noticed your nose was bleeding when it was this bad.
After cleaning up the mess, you stumbled up the stairs and into your bedroom. Your limbs ached and head pounded, and you prayed that your nose wouldn’t start bleeding again while you were asleep. You grunted as you climbed into bed and got comfortable, and wondered if you would even be able to sleep. That thought soon left your head as you closed your eyes and lost any and all motivation to stay conscious.
I have like four asks atm so im working thru them slowly while also taking care of my grandma at home, so sorry if things take a while! Please dont feel guilty for requesting, even if I have a lot of work I enjoy writing things for you guys <3
hello again. Another Helen request. You can pick if this is yandere or not. But could you do his react to when the reader jumps onto him while he is laying on the bed. I do this so much I don't know why. Like I'll be running towards my bed and jumping onto it.
I do that too! My bed is a bit fucked up because of it but it is what it is.
I have a lot of Yandere posts already, so I think I’ll just go for a regular, healthy relationship for once…
Criticism and feedback is welcome and appreciated! Thank you for requesting!
Bloody Painter x GN! reader who jumps on the bed
Warnings: None. Maybe a broken bed.
When he first saw you literally dive onto the bed (without him on it, luckily) his first thought was “what the fuck”.
He loved you, he really did. But all he could do was stand there in the doorway like 🧍
“Love, you’re going to break the bed…”
Did you care? Nah.
He witnessed you do this a few more times.
It amazed him how your bed wasn’t in shambles by now.
He deadass thought you were trying to burst through the mattress or something.
Then, one night, he was sitting on the bed while silently waiting for you to come to bed.
Eventually, you came thundering down the walkway in your trademark “this bed is about to be demolished” way.
And Helen didn’t think to move out of the way before you belly flopped onto the bed—and by extension, him.
You landed right on top of him; he almost thought you were outright aiming for him.
“[Name]!? Are you okay?”
Only when he heard your laughter did he finally calm down and rub the back of his head, which hit the wall.
“You..have quite the thing for hurting me don’t you?”
You did feel a little bit guilty for making him hit his head, but he didn’t seem mad at you about it.
“I’ll make up for it,” you smiled, pecking his lips.
He was (thankfully) quick to forgive you.
You started to do it more often, just being a little bit careful.
You didn’t want to hurt him again, after all.
He was starting to get used to it—even opening his arms every time you came bowling towards him.
The laughing fits that followed always made up for the fact that you winded him sometimes.
Although, you did have to get a new bed…
Oh well, that just meant you two could go shopping together for once!
do you write for other marble hornet characters or just masky and hoodie? (that includes them as brian and tim)
I could if you would like to request certain characters. It may take longer due to the fact that I’d like to research them, but there are no boundaries to what characters you can request!
I know I know. This is my third one. But I just love your helen. But could you please do a yandere bloody painter where the reader has to be held to fall asleep. Also can the reader be gn. Thank you in advance
You don’t need any excuse to request for me! I’m just glad that you like my writing. It’s good to know that I’ve written Helen in a way that you enjoy. I love this concept and I have no idea why I didn’t think of it.
Thank you for requesting! <33
Yandere! Bloody Painter x GN! reader who needs to be held to sleep
could you please perhaps consider writing for Jason the Toymaker, Julius the Dressmaker, and Dollmaker, too? Thanks 🖤 Happy new years! /Gen
Yes, of course!! I will do some research as soon as I can and once I feel like I am ready I will add them to my masterlist. Feel free to request them after I add them, and make sure to be specific when asking! Happy New Years! <3
