#yandere hypno

[spiralling-down]

It's not enough to hypnotise you...

I need to break your mind beyond repair.

I need you to believe every word I say.

I need to be the voice in your head that guides your every choice.

I need you bound to me.

I need you to turn away from everything that doesn't benefit me.

I need to hollow you out and refill you.

I need your personality to be a thin mask you wear over your slavery.

I need to hear "anything for you".

I need you to mean it.

I need to see love in your eyes.

I need you to be mine.

[helpfandom]

Yandere PLATONIC Hypno/Mezmeron x human Reader HCs.

@yanderes-galore

You challenge, I provide.

Eennsy weensy bit of Warren too. It's like,, a paragraph and a few mentions.

You were the kid who was his favourite, you absolutely ADORED his shows when he was a human, before he got mutated.

He loved that you were a fan and when he got mutated, a part of his brain became animalistic, hence, he became a yandere.

Surprisingly, one of the few times when I break the "reader / person is shocked to find a mutant." But this is because reader is a kid. Like a kid, reader doesn't know not to trust people yet.

Yet.

Anyway, so when he turned into Hypno, he became a yandere for you! His big fan! And since you loved him so much, wouldn't you love him now?

As I said, I break the trope (that is a trope for a reason) and Reader is actually, surprised to see their favourite entertainer / person who isn't family or friends show up and be a mutant.

Little Reader here is okay with it because now he can do MORE magic! Which is exactly how he kidnaps you.

He kidnaps you by using the 'enters box, and now their gone!' trick to lead you to his apartment that he shares with Warren.

And yes, Warren loves you (in a platonic way) and Hypno (romantic), has no qualms with keeping you if it means he gets to have a family with his Bf.

So, once Hypno has you in the apartment, he keeps you entertained using magic tricks to make you forget about going home. He uses the short attention span to draw you away from thoughts of your previous home.

Although once you start crying because it's nighttime and you want the previous parents back, he starts to have some regrets and uses his magic to get you to sleep. Oftentimes life is boring with them because he wants you to rely on him for entertainment and wants to be your 'dad' which is disorienting for the little kid who just thought that magic was cool.

He hates using the hypnosis on you, but would do it if you are escaping or in BIG trouble. He wants you, not this,, being that looks like you but has none of your personality!

When they have to do crime to get money, he uses his hypnosis on you (although he hates that he has to,) and makes you wait until they get back.

He often gets upset but is scared of hurting you, so he hits the wall or objects but it only ends up scaring you more when you see the holes he created with a punch that could have been aimed at you.

Best scenario, you get Stockholm syndrome and he lets you get your education and go outside without having to hypntoise you too much.

It's best if you just Stockholm quickly because while he wants you to be you, and not some lifeless doll, he isn't afraid of that reality.

In the end of the day though, you're not escaping him because of his hypnosis.

[flusteredfools]

I think I'm gettin better at drawin them

[sludgevomit]

You sat in utmost horror as the viscera filled scene flashed across the television. Taking notice of the sinful elegance in Sir’s performance as he cracked open the skull of his fresh snuff bait was simply breathtaking. Your vision fixated on the edited close-up of the deep indentation left by the torque wrench within the temple. Hair matted with gore. Body twitching as nerves die off with the fading life. The bait’s demise, the hidden romance behind Sir’s movements - it aroused you even with all moral aspects of the brain begging you to not give in. Nonetheless, you found yourself listening to the words that took over the next frame. Hypnotized by the orders to bring yourself to an orgasm. Your own fingers giving you the satisfaction you craved as the next kill began.

[yanyanderes]

can’t get the thought of yandere rottmnt turtles x villain (y/n) out of my mind

yeah there’s a lot of potential for angst and stuff, but i’m gonna focus on the crack. put everything under the cut cuz it’s a long ramble

like, (y/n) and the turtles are fighting, leo keeps flirting with (y/n), raph yells at leo because he doesn’t want to make (y/n) uncomfortable, mikey is being an absolute fanboy (like (y/n) could literally grab him by the face and throw him to the ground and he’d be like “omigosh i’m never washing this face again!”) and donnie’s the only one (except raph kind of) taking this fight seriously because he just wants to get the handcuffs on (y/n) so they can take them to the lair

i like the thought of (y/n) being all frustrated and yelling “TAKE THIS FIGHT SERIOUSLY!!” and donnie’s like “YES I’D LIKE THIS TO BE OVER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE” but leo says something along the lines of “aww (y/n) you’re so cute when you’re mad” making donnie yell at him and (y/n) throw him into a wall or something

like, donnie and (y/n) are the most enemy-like. donnie’s the only one who fights them seriously, they’re the biggest rivals, but they also end up agreeing with each other a lot of the time, and (y/n) actually respects the amount of effort put into his inventions

possible donnie villain arc? haha, jkjk…. unless-

i also like thinking at some point during a fight, one of the brothers says something like “haha i’m totally (y/n)’s favorite” and they all start arguing, to the point where they stop physically fighting just to argue. like, even donnie stops fighting to argue and (y/n) is just standing there like 🧍

and then the turtles all turn to (y/n) and go “(Y/N) I’M YOUR FAVORITE RIGHT?!” and (y/n) goes “WDYM I HATE ALL OF YOU!!”

or maybe (y/n) is super manipulative and says something like “i mean, i hate all of you, but i hate this one turtle a little less” and they all start arguing even more and (y/n) uses the opportunity to get away

bonus points if (y/n) works with/under another villain and there’s a platonic yandere. there’s so many possibilities.

foot clan (y/n), where foot lieutenant and foot brute are platonic yans and cassandra is a possible romantic yan.

draxum henchman (y/n), where draxum is (y/n)’s father figure and huginn and muginn are like annoying little brothers.

big mama worker (y/n), where big mama dotes on them all the time and they’re employee of the month every month and she spoils them. they could spend a week doing nothing but having tea with her and she’d still pay them more than any of their hard working employees.

(y/n) who was a student of hypno-potamus before he was mutated but continued supporting his career anyways.

(y/n) who works for repo mantis, they were looking for a job and couldn’t find success anywhere else so they ended up at repo mantis salvage. (y/n) didn’t judge him for being a crazy mutant, and repo wasn’t about to complain about another set of hands helping him out, and he ends up being like a cool uncle.

(y/n) who works under meat sweats. their dishes actually impressed him, especially with their young age, and he took them under his wing. even after being mutated, he still finds opportunities for (y/n) to really show off their skills.

i’m sure i’m forgetting someone but that’s enough rambling for me-

[trans-mutt-pup-switch]

I can’t stop thinking about me as a sub. I don’t see much representation. But maybe others resonate. I love being the filthiest of service sub/slave for my Gods. I love topping Him to fuck him. I love riding Him. Choking him. Being choked. Just going feral to please him and stay mindless. When I say I want Him to fully use me I mean it. Even if He wants to call me Daddy, needs me to be rough with Them, Needs to worship me head to toe or just needs my mouth to not leave His cock. I am here. If chores need done, I got them. If he needs to feel needed I’ll keep him motivated while he does the house chores. I just want Him to see him perfection the way I do no matter what it takes. But I typically stay in a subby puppy/ bunny mindset the whole time. Idk if this makes sense but fuck I just want my body to be used in any way for my everything. I am so hypnotized by His existence.

[hunterwritesstuff]

hey hi! could i please request some blake (snow on mt silver/hypnos lullaby) yandere headcanons? pretty please? <:>/nf

Ooooh! Blake! Good choice!

Tw: yandere behavior, guilt tripping, manipulative behavior.

❄️ The way you two first met was when you climbed Mount Silver. He was frostbitten and barely clinging onto life, Red already gone.

❄️ He was scared at first, but when you gave him your jacket to help him warm up, he immediately got attached to you.

❄️ When you bring him back to town, he's clingy to you, shooting other people who look at you death glares, but stopping if you look at him. If you catch him in the act, he'll go for the guilt trip method and say something along the lines of "Th-They made fun of me, I-I don't know what else I was s-supposed to do!"

❄️ He's one of the more obsessive and possessive yanderes due to what happened in his time on Mount Silver.

❄️ If you get him prosthetics for his missing limbs, he'll probably get worse, as he can ACTIVELY seek you out now.

❄️ His main way of trying to make sure you stay with him is through guilt tripping.("Did I do something wrong?", "What did I do? Wrong?", "Why are you leaving? What did I do? Did I step out of line?", "Oh, I'm horrible, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be this clingy, I'm such a horrible person...", "You should leave...I'm just a monster, after all, aren't I?", "You should've left me up on Mount Silver, I-I-I-I'm so horrible...!", things like that)

❄️ He only uses guilt tripping when he feels it's necessary.

❄️ He isn't the biggest fan of you not spending time with him, but he'll only act on it when he starts to feel suspicious about it.

❄️ He's not the biggest fan of secrets. It makes him...twitchy.

❄️ "You'd tell me if you were losing feelings, right? Not that you ever would lose feelings....right?"

❄️ Safe to say, he's unstable, he just hides it better than most.

Hope you enjoy! :D

[spiralling-down]

Abandon your thoughts.

Fill the void with my voice.

Abandon your freedom.

I’ll make better use of it.

Abandon your sanity.

Let obsession take root.

Abandon your identity.

Become a vessel for My will.

[babysweetheartz]

She’s cute but will she carve ur name into her arm?

[mayullla]

.....why are all my ideas horny right now...

[ambrr0se01]

humping his hoodie and saying my mantras because I'm a good girl that's stays needed for her Owner

[jymwahuwu]

capitano and hypno. that is all.

cw: yandere, non-con, hypnosis, forced mating press

😳 Capitano is probably not the type to actively hypnotize you, but here is Dottore, the evil one who will do anything. You were too stubborn, so Dottore took you away to be hypnotized and tested to see if you could fall into a state of mindless obedience. You sneak into Capitano's bedroom and ride on top of him. "Wait." He pressed his thumbs on your eye sockets, watching your eyes sparkle, but as if you had no independent consciousness.

You eagerly desired him and unzipped his pants, opening your mouth to hold the tip of the harder cock until your mouth was so full that you couldn't pronounce complete syllables. "Mmm…" He realized something was wrong with you and restrained himself from pulling you out. He held you in the air with one hand, watching you struggle and whimper.

"You don't know what you're doing," he said. "You're going to hate me when you wake up."

Capitano can't lie to himself because he does respond to you. In the haze of pleasure, you couldn't find a way to relieve your desire for him, so you could only instinctively rub his cock with your private parts, bobbing up and down. He guided you to sit on him and ride him, the thickness almost splitting you in half. You regained more than half of your consciousness, and you were horrified to find yourself sitting on Fatui's lap being penetrated.

Then you cry. His rough, gloved thumb wiped away your tears and comforted you…and then. He didn't stop. The thick cock twitched violently inside you, which seemed to symbolize that his inner moral compass was swinging wildly. "Sorry." He apologized bluntly, then pushed you on the mattress and placed you in the mating position. His mask was still covering you, and some of his warm hair fell on your face. You could hear the guilty voice behind the mask. "…I'm sorry." Then it was so violent that white light shone in front of your eyes.

Your butt was completely unable to move, and you were just pressed down on the bed to bear the impact and shaking. The soft and weak screams and moans resounded throughout his bedroom all night long.

[14dayswithyou]

This has been in my mind for some time, we have a lot of au’s of Ren/Rendacted but have we had a au for a Hades and Persephone.

Ren/Rendacted (Hades)

Ángel (Persephone)

Leon? Since he’s protective of us so much so you stated in a post where he may be a platonic yandere, I may be incorrect Or Violet because of her love for plants (Demeter)

Teo…we know why (Zeus)

Thoughts?

✦゜ANSWERED: You ate this up!! As a PJO babey and creator of like... 2952 Greek mythos-inspired OCs, this is right up my alley lmao

Ren: Hades, Ares, a lil bit of Eris because of her jealousy Moth: HESTIA!!!!!!! Violet: Athena... But also Cassandra >:3 Elanor: Demeter <3 They give overprotective Mom vibes lmao Conan: Hephaestus but also Orpheus hehe Jae: Poseidon!! Leon: Achilles and Icarus :) Teo: Dionysus, Apollo, and Eros Olivia: Hera. Also Hermes and Hypnos (both for spoiler reasons) Kiara: Artemis!!!

[mayullla]

Title: Obsessive Passion

Character(s): Witch's Apprentice (Unnamed character/original work)

Summary: You didn't know how much jealousy and hatred he had in his heart and you didn't know how desperate his love was too. He was greedy and was even willing to break you so that you would love him back. Tags/Warnings: male!yandere, fem!reader, apprentice!yandere x witch!reader, both are adults, general yandere themes, brainwash/hypno, drugging, manipulation, dubious consent, 3.4k words

You were a famous witch in the kingdom. Many sought you out for your spells and potions, and the things created by your hand were highly coveted. You were a woman who had reached fame for her talents in magic, knowledge, and powers at a young age. Many sought you out, including the royal family. However, instead of seeking more fame and money, you chose to leave the public eye and live a quiet life away from the capital. Only a few trusted friends and acquaintances knew where you were. You still made many potions and helped whenever the situation required it, but for the most part, you wanted to make time for yourself. You wanted to research and create spells and potions of your interest instead of what was requested and demanded.

With you, you took your apprentice, a man who had talents similar to yours, yet not as fully developed. Many said that he would not be able to achieve what you have due to his lack of mana, but you believed that he would be able to do more, even with that weakness. You knew he was smart, smart enough to figure out how to overcome that hurdle.

But maybe you should have been more careful with him.

You didn't know of the crazed love he had for you, a lust mixed in with unchecked jealousy and hunger. He loved you, he was so madly in love with you that sometimes he felt that it was driving him insane.

You were, in a sense, his savior, someone who took him out of a dark hole and showered him with positive love and attention. You were the one who saw his potential even with his lack of magic when others tossed him aside due to his limits.

It was an innocent crush at first, his heart beating faster when you got close to him as you helped him figure out a new spell that he was trying to create. He was deeply touched when he found out that you created a spell to move your mana to him when he started to run out, effectively stopping him from making progress in a lot of his work and studies.

To him, whenever you poured your energy onto him, he could not help but feel a shiver down his spine. His face flushed into a dark shade of red, perverted thoughts in his mind. All you needed was skin-to-skin contact, holding each other's hand, or you should hold his shoulder. But to him, it was more than that, more than a hug, more than a kiss. It was far more intimate than that when he felt your magic coiling with his, mixing together in his body. It was addicting.

It was difficult for him to hold himself, some days when you saw him panting so heavily after it, he had to make an excuse of some sort.

However, he also had too much anger and too much pride. He resented those who looked down on him, their judgmental eyes ranking his worth in their minds. You were the only one who looked at him in a different light.

You always told him to think of the good for the kingdom, that even when they looked down on him, he could show them what he could do and then their thoughts would change. You were always too kind and so positive.

You weren't naive. If you were, you would have long become a mere pawn of someone malicious, working endless hours for something empty, rather than being free to do whatever you want. But he had always been the more sly one.

That was what he loved about you but also hated. He hated how talented you were compared to him. He hated that you were more powerful than him, that he was in a sense below you. Because you were gifted, you had access to all kinds of magic spell books, even those that belonged to the royal library, while he was not even allowed into the room. He hated your magic because you had so much, unlike him.

He hated your pity.

You did know of his anger, anger towards the world and around him, but you never knew the extent of it. While you also believed that he could do more, you didn't realize what he could already do.

It was just headaches at first when you woke up. Headaches that would never go away no matter what you did. No potion or spell would cast away the pain in your head. Some days it was a numb pain that you could still function throughout the day, but with a few momentary breaks here and there. Sometimes you could go through your day like normal with a very light headache. Sometimes you could do nothing but sit in one place the whole day, unable to think because of the painful throbbing that almost felt like your skull was cracking.

Moments like those always made you mentally note to create another seal for your mind so that you could avoid these sorts of headaches in the future. But by then, it would be too late.

Your apprentice had taken care of most things while you had those serious headaches, giving him work that he could do when you weren't able to do them.

But while doing those tasks, he always took time to take care of you too, handing you tea that was supposed to soothe headaches. While it didn't work for the most part, you appreciated his gesture. Maybe if you were a little more aware and less in pain, you would notice something about the tea that he gave you.

Deep in your sleep, you would never notice how your apprentice would loom over you, having a smile on his lips, cheeks flushed as he played with your mind.

Being famous, you had always been careful of hidden threats and placed many seals in your body to protect yourself. One was on your mind, a seal that you had placed to protect you from any mind magic and dark magic. Much to your apprentice's amusement, he found it very cute that you were that cautious when dark or mind magic had become so rare.

It was taboo and illegal to dabble in such magic after all. Many who were found to be able to do so were mostly killed and burned on torture stakes. It had been years since someone could use such magic. Most magic of that sort was inherited after all, yet when they continued to kill most who could, there was no heir for such magic.

But it wasn't like all dark magic was gone.

He could not help but laugh when he thought of it, how you were so overly cautious of such magic yet took in an apprentice who could use dark magic. This was something you did not know, nor did you know much of. This was what he had over you.

Your seal, while effective if magic was used suddenly to get in your mind, was weak if it was something gradual, slowly chipped away. You would never notice it, not when your headaches started to worsen and worsen the more he chipped your little seal.

It felt like your mind was ripping apart, yet you could not wake up, a sleep potion that paralyzed you, keeping you in deep slumber no matter what he did to you. The torturous pain would be nothing but a nightmare the moment you wake up. He could not help but pity you a little, yet also find a certain thrill to it. A certain satisfaction that he could make you like this.

That he held power over you.

Your body reacted greatly to the broken seal, stiffening as sounds left your mouth, no matter how much he tried to minimize the pain. When it was forcibly broken, there was bound to be some backlash. Yet just as quickly, the sleep potions dragged you back to sleep, unable to react to the shattered seal, unable to see him right above you.

He could not help but laugh, holding it back as he covered his mouth with his hands. His lovely teacher, the teacher who trusted him so much, now at his mercy. He would finally watch you fall from your little stage right under his arms, weak and nothing like the powerful witch you were.

It was a complicated seal that he created just for you, drawn with magic above your head. It was made just for you, like the spell that you had created for him. It would replace the seal that he had broken, and you would be none the wiser. Even if you checked the seal, you would see and feel that same seal that he had broken still there.

One by one, he would change your thoughts, amusing himself in your confusion as he continued to slowly change your mind to his liking, doing things for his pleasure, yet none the wiser.

It took a while, but when you woke up, the headache you had for weeks was suddenly gone.

It was surprising when you realized that you didn't feel like someone was hitting you constantly with a hard, dull hammer every time you even blinked. You were suspicious of the change, but you also felt nothing more than relief. Even when you checked the seals that you placed in your body, nothing was strange.

Yet you just could not help but feel that something was off. That something was not right, but you just could not place a finger on it. You checked the potions and cabinets in the house to see if you misplaced something or if something was stolen, but it wasn't the case. Your apprentice took care of most of the cleaning and potion making while you were resting in bed. Anyone who visited your apprentice had given them the requested items and potions without any problem, but something just felt off.

"Is something the matter?"

You were startled by his voice, jumping a little as if you were caught doing something you shouldn't do. Turning to him, you could not help but frown. "It is nothing, I am just a little confused right now. I can't help but feel like I am missing something."

You honestly replied to your apprentice, wondering and maybe hoping that he had the answer why you were like this. "I am not sure," he answered, having a worried look on his face, wondering if he had made a mistake while you were resting. "Did I make a mistake of some sort?"

Looking at his thinking face, probably trying to calculate expenses or thinking where stuff in where, you shook your head, raising your hand to stop him. "No, it is fine. Thank you for taking care of everything." Seeing that soft smile on his lips, you decided to give your worries a rest.

Yet it always lingered in the back of your mind. As days passed, you started to pay more attention to your apprentice. When you were in the middle of your own research, your mind sometimes thought of him unconsciously, wondering what he was doing and where he was. If he was in the room, you became overly conscious of him. Your eyes could not help but look at him some days, falling into a daze until you snapped out of it with him calling you with a worried look on his face.

It wasn't like you ignored him in the past; you tried to teach him when you were not caught up with your own research. In fact, you were able to give more time to him after you moved to the village, having more time to do whatever you wished. You invested more time into helping him train and learn.

However, this was different.

Your mind just could not think straight sometimes, finding it hard to concentrate when your mind kept thinking of him. He was your apprentice, and while not really far in age, sometimes you thought of him more as an assistant. He was mature and helped you a lot too back then when you had so much work to do. Even now, when he followed you to the countryside, he continued to help you when you needed it. He was reliable.

It wasn't on purpose when you unconsciously started to look over him more often, seeing and checking what he was doing. You took even more time away from your own research to help him learn more about magic and his own research. A quick learner, you always thought, when he picked up a lot of the things you taught him. He was faster… way faster than you when you studied magic around his level.

As more days passed, you started to think that he was better than you, clearly way more talented than you. More often than before, you would compliment him. You complimented him a lot before too, yet you started to do it more and more often. And every compliment seemed to remind you that he was far better than you, that he was better than you.

But it never changed the fact that, unlike you, his magic reserves were smaller than yours. You frowned at the predicament. You were still researching how to help your apprentice's problem, yet you still didn't find a way to fix it. One's own limits were decided the day they were born, and not much could change to make it larger or smaller. The only way you could help your apprentice was to give him your own.

A light touch on his hand or arms, you concentrated on moving your own magic to him. Yet even that took a long time.

Pushing all your other research away, you started trying to find a way to make the transfer quicker and more clean, as there were moments when magic would just leak out and largely go to waste. You were fine with it, to be fair, born with large reserves that it was difficult to use them all in one day anyway, yet you just could not forget your apprentice's face, the jealousy in his eyes when he looked at you.

"Good job. You are doing so well." Compliments continued to leave your lips. Yet as soon as it did, darkness coiled in your stomach as you patted his head. He… he was better than you… Far, far better than you.

You looked down at his sitting form, a smile on his lips, your hand still on his hair as you zoned out deep in thought. "You should really stop patting my head," he told you in a cheery voice, "I am not like some elementary kid who should be rewarded with head pats." You thought for a moment. Looking at him, you could not help but think that it was true, he was far too old for such a thing, but just that you had a habit of doing so.

As soon as you thought that, you tried to take your hand away from his hair, unconsciously wondering if you offended your apprentice or not, yet your hand was stopped by a larger hand. "Ah, I didn't mean it like that!" he said, looking almost surprised when his teacher suddenly started to avoid him. "It is fine to touch my hair, you know… I don't mind," he told you a flush on his face, looking else ever as he tried to hide his cheeks with one hand, "I always know that you like touching my hair, don't you? What I mean to say is that you can touch it whenever... but I am not a kid."

Yes… nothing was wrong… Nothing was wrong at all.

From there, it spiraled again. You were able to function in your daily life, but there were just moments when your memories blanked, and you barely remembered anything. At one point, you thought it was the tea that you were drinking, the one that your apprentice would always make for you.

You were suspicious of the liquid inside your cup, pausing as you stared at it with narrowed eyes. "Is something the matter, teacher?" You looked up at your apprentice, who was looking at you in wonder, an eyebrow raised as he tilted his head. "Do you not like the tea? I made it as you have always liked."

"It is nothing," you said, moving the tea closer to your lips. The smell hit your nose, the same fragrance that you were always familiar with. For a moment, you hesitated, but when you were watched by your student, you chose to take a drink of the tea…

"It is adorable how cautious my teacher is." Your eyes were glazed over as you blankly stared at the floor. Your fingers that were holding the teacup lost their strength, letting the glass fall to the floor and shatter. "Clumsy. Clumsy~" Your apprentice had a mocking tone as he looked at your sitting form. There was no recognition in your eyes, whatever sliver of it was quickly dragged back into the haze. "What would you do without me?"

Moving in front of you, he spelled the glass teacup to rise from the floor and mend itself. When it was placed onto the table, it looked as if it was never broken from the start.

Looking at you, he moved his hands to gently grab your face, forcing you to look at him. "But then again, I always loved my teacher. So much so that it drives me insane sometimes." Your unfocused eyes stared back at him, making him feel chills that he was the one who caused this. That he was the one who made you like this.

He could not help but burst out laughing.

My precious teacher… my precious, precious teacher!" He kept on chanting, in the middle of a quiet forest where there was nothing to hide. His eyes were red with lust and lovesickness.

"My cautious little teacher, slowly you will fall into my arms, and when I finally have you all to myself, I will chain you to me so that you will never be able to leave me. I will make you think of me just as much as I think of you." One by one, he told you all the things he would do to you when you finally could not think for yourself. When your mind breaks and shatters, he will never mend it; instead, he will accept it into his heart.

Then he will create a piece with it that is submissive to him, that yearns for him, that begs for him. One that places him in a high stage that demands others' attention, yet he will give none to them when his eyes are on you, just as he had forced yours to his. You will tell others that he is your heir and that you will be fully retiring.

He will be the one to take care of you, he will take all your magic from your body, greedily taking everything, leaving you unable to even sit up from the bed. He will take care of your body, telling you how well you have done, letting you rest as he fulfills orders for potions and creates spells without limit, looking for you again and again when he runs out.

He will make you sign a contract to become forever his, he will make you sign your name into something that will relinquish everything that belongs to you and give it to him. He will make you give up your talents, your knowledge, your wisdom. He will take everything and gobble it up, as you scream in pain and anguish he will comfort you in his arms and hushed loving words.

You will be his and nobody will be the wiser. Nobody will notice how broken you become as you can do nothing but follow his orders, when you will tell others that he has now inherited your shop and that you will instead become something of a sort of helper. Nobody will know that it is hard for you to make simple potions as he teaches you how to make an easy potion, when you barely even have enough magic to use for yourself as he continues to steal from you.

He will make you clingy, he will make you feel useless and desperate just as he had felt as he looked at you in the past.

You made him insane, and he will show you what it was like as you drowned in his love.

[butterbabyflapjack]

i n d r e a m s , y o u ' r e m i n e . . .

[ hypnos (hades) x f!reader ] (18+)

[ TAGS ] explicit sexual content, lovesick, somnophilia, yandere, Hypnos is kinda a pervert, and by kinda I mean really, obsession, touch starved, non-con / dub-con because you’re asleep and of course the God of Sleep is going to take advantage of that, possessive behavior, body worship, oral fixation, male whimpering, pining, coaxing, Hypnos is shy and inexperienced and absolutely obsessed with you but that does NOT make him innocent in any of this, I’m incapable of not adding angst to everything

(artwork used with permission by O3tofu 💖)

“Well, don’t let me keep you, sweetling,” Hypnos says, gaze dancing over yours. “You better run along before someone sees you with all this lovely contraband. You could get in a lot of trouble–and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

You swallow thickly, shake your head, unsure if he actually expects an answer.

His smile grows, and you feel yourself tense as he leans down closer to your ear. “Or perhaps you would…?” you hear his cheshire grin. He chuckles, his laughter tickling your skin, and then he’s rising once more to his full height before you. “Off you go then.”

You’re a servant in the Underworld, and Hypnos – God of Sleep, Brother of Death – is undyingly obsessed with you.

What better way to worship that which he’s pined for from afar than to do what he does best? Lull you, unsuspecting, into the warm and darkened depths of sleep, before taking what he wants from you?

Wherein Hypnos, the obsessive embodiment of sleep, takes advantage of you while you're sleeping.

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[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Listen dude listen-

Yandere Vox with a fat fem reader is insane to meeeee I need to write

Tw: Vox being creepy, time period fat phobia (1950s), 50s diet culture shit, reader doesn’t fucking care bc that shit was stupid and the only time she’s self conscious is when Vox is being gross n weird, Gossip, inappropriate behavior, stalking, coercion (nonsexual), noncon touching, Vox saying nasty shit but no actual smut, hypno later in the story.

When You’re Just You- Yandere Vox x Fat Fem reader

Being alive was always a hassle, and being dead was even worse. Because in death you realized quickly that the freak on TV was the same freak who plagued your existence when you were alive… and he was untouchable.

When you were alive you lived in a teeny tiny little suburban neighborhood; with white picket fences and houses in pretty neat rows. You were surprised your parents made it to the neighborhood but supposed you’d be grateful for the gifts god had given you. So you grew up, graduated high school and delved headfirst into the 1950’s!

What a time to be alive.

Men fawned over ladies they saw at the parlor or even at the grocers, with little respect for themselves making it a sight to see a man fumble only to speak to you normally.

Because you- were approachable.

At least from what they could see.

Yes, they’d grown to expect a petite woman with 'flowy' dresses and perfect hair. A beautiful skirt, they chased, hoping to catch and mount like a trophy on the wall. To their credit- a good amount of women in your town fit the bill- and let you know it. Though that truly didn’t matter, you’d smile happily at them and tell them they were lucky, and loved, and beautiful.

But you’d throw in just how nice your dress looked on you and with that they’d compliment right back. While some were backhanded others genuinely agreed, and those were the ladies you spent your time around.

Men seemed to not care and would spare you only 'good mornings', or quick and casual chats at the diner when their fling hadn’t waltzed in.

It was cozy until they made comments that would make you screw up your face in disgust.

“And I suppose you’d know all about a woman’s body wouldn’t you Dick?”

The man would pull at his tie with a sheepish grin, turning away in embarrassment, not bothering to close the conversation. And for a while- it was nice.

Till Tom Leery introduced you to a friend of his. The man was only introduced as Vox- a nickname obtained in high school; a tv salesman extraordinaire, and an eligible bachelor of 34.

When Tom broached the subject to you on a sunny afternoon visit to your parents porch to deliver some mail you’d wanted to scoff.

“Please Tommy, you hardly speak of me much less brag about me. How would this man even know I exist!” But Tom would insist-

“I’m tellin you! He popped up one day and started yappin away about you. He’s love sick, and has been crawling up my spine beggin me to ask you to see him for a date!” Tom begged, hands clasped together so hard you could see them going from white to red, to white again.

And so you relented.

You’d see this “eligible bachelor” and tell him off so royally for ruining an evening you could spend listening to jazz and shooting it with your family.

But when you went outside that fateful night you thought your eyes decived you. A handsome man in a boxy navy suit, light blue undershirt, and a red tie. His black hair seemed to catch every highlight from his outfit. He was more tan than others but his eyes were this... piercing blue.

He looked like a regular Superman, and his smile fit the bill.

It was a damn shame his mouth didn’t.

That’s why your father didn’t approve.

The moment he caught your form he smiled wildly, and it would’ve been a small fairytale moment had it not been for the sharp whistle that came after.

“Well! Look who it is, how are you doing gorgeous?” And for a moment you were flabbergasted, you checked behind you to only spot your animals in the window, and dad barely hidden in the small crack of the doorway.

“Excuse me?” You’d say to his amusement as he started his way up to your home.

“Gorgeous!” He’d repeat, before stopping in front of you, tall, broad frame leering over you before he’d take your hand and give it a kiss that lasted entirely too long. You’d ponder giving the date up and moving back inside had it not been for Tom’s insistence. “You ready to burn rubber?”

“I’d rather not be in the car with an arsonist thank you.” You replied, and the response etched itself into a part of Vox’s brain.

“Smart woman!” He’d say, which would've sound condescending if it weren’t for his posture, stiff and shaking, eyes lidded and foot tapping impatiently. “Should’ve known you’d be witty, not like the rest of the girls here huh?”

And that wouldve rubbed you the wrong way. Had you been less polite you might have bit out a cutting remark on his own beauty, but you held back. After all it was time you let yourself be treated to something nice.

So soon you were off. And the date started when his black Coronet whizzed down the road, barely giving you time to click into the front seat and adjust to your chair.

“So- what’s your favorite time of day? You got a favorite dog breed? If you were put in a room with 3 men who would you feel safest around and haha- you don’t have to say me. I wouldn’t be offended. If you did though- why?” Vox would spew questions at a rate that made you wonder if he just liked hearing himself talk- meaning you barely got time to answer one before he insufferably pulled you up and into a huge restaurant nearly two towns over.

“This is a tad-“

“Shabby? Yeah I called for reservations uptown but your dad said no. So here we are,” Vox would sigh as if your father’s judgement was so wrong before smiling again and grabbing your hands with his, “But maybe you can convince him to let us next time!”

Reservations grasped at the strung nerves in your body the more time you spent with him, as his hand met yours any chance it could get. As he yapped away about sales and meetings, or pitches for shows that he would air on tv.

“So I sent the script into Dan around two o’clock that afternoon and he never got back to me!”

“Uh huh…”

“What kind of a cop out is that? You think you know a guy… do you want to hear what it’s about?”

“Have you even ordered yet?” He’d be taken aback by this, smiling shyly before coming back full force.

“I’ve actually been waiting to see what you’re getting… I have trust in your appetite…”

The insinuation wasn’t lost on you, it surprised you however- was his tone alongside the hand that only seemed to crawl further up your arm resting on the table.

One you withdrew quickly into yourself as you blinked owlishly back at him.

“I’m sorry?”

“You want me to order for you? Why didn’t you just say anything- oh and hey! You don’t worry about seconds or anything I’ve got it covered. Have to keep my girl well-“

“Just get me a salad.” It was his turn to act baffled as he pulled out his wallet and looked at you incredulously, throwing his hands out like you insulted him before looking around and leaning an arm on the table.

He spoke like he was telling you a secret and expecting one in return.

“You’re beautiful- don’t let anyone else in this place get you down because you- are one of a kind.” He leaned in really close, too close and poked you square between your collarbone, knowing if he got further he would’ve poked between your tits and he smiled. “I actually like ladies like you, I’ve found they can handle more...” His gazeonly drifted lower, bit lip caught between his upper cainies as he unabashedly attempted to peer down your dress.

"...Thrilling Endeavours~"

Needless to say you were uncomfortable.

Suddenly you felt ten sizes too large and sat back with an obvious look of disgust on your face. Something everyone else around you seemed to notice. And so the whispers started.

“I… want a salad thank you.” You’d say again, grimacing as his smile dropped and he rolled his eyes. “Is everything-“

“Yeah yeah everything is fine- fuckin phenomenal no issues here… can’t go one night without fuckin' things up-“ Vox grumbled, hands shoving a card and some money back into its case before childishly flipping the menu up and going silent.

Eyes seemed to burn into you and you felt shame and embarrassment crawl up your neck. You turned your own to your wine and sipped it slowly before placing it down and crossing your arms over your lap, accentuating their weight.

Vox looked over the menu with a small glare before speaking too loud for comfort.

“They’ve got three different salads and all of them only have one ingredient differences, are you su-“

“Positive.” And he would huff, setting the menu down harshly before flagging a waiter over. One who had been snickering at a table in front of you only a few minutes earlier.

You let your head down as he spoke to Vox, who seemed to notice your discomfort and was at least sorry he pulled a stunt like he did. His hand was back in the center of the table as if he was inviting you to grab it.

In an effort you stepped up and lightly touched it, which willed him to grab it so hard it felt like it would break. “Ah-“

“Don’t- if I give you the chance to, will you order something… better?”

“I said I want a salad Vox." You answered with a glare. His eyes seemed to darken at this, flitting back to the waiter as his jaw set in annoyance.

"That'll be two steaks for the table, and ugh-" he snapped his fingers - " Do me a favour and dont take all night, I'm trying to treat this little lady to something nice, and shes just being difficult." The waiters smirk was pointed as he wrote down the order. "That'll be two of our house special steaks, and bottle of vintage for you and your sist-" Vox's shadow loomed over the table as he prepared to chew the young man out, his ears growing red from agictation.

"Friend!" Was what you cut in with, a hand resting soothingly on the back of Vox's, thumb interlocked with his, causing his pupils to blow wide as the waiter straightened his posture. "He's taking me out as a courtesy dinner on behalf of our friend Tom Leery." You said succinctly, watching the stress melt off smoothly from Vox's shoulders.

The waiter looked between the two of you, nodding understandably, as he was clearly grateful you deescalated the situation he started.

"Mhm, my mistake ma'mm, and... sir. We'll have your food out shortly." *To be continued.*