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My Little Baby

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark/Daddy! Sherlock Holmes X Age Regressed/Little! f!Reader

Summary: You're flatmates with Sherlock for some reason. No one knows why he chose you. And your sleeping problems give him an excellent opportunity to to get closer to you than ever before.

Warnings: Dub-con, smut, +18, slightly oral (licking female part), orgasm (both receiver), cumming inside, loss of virginity, slight blood, (forced) age regression, ddlg, daddy-kink, age regressed/little/sub! reader, daddy/dom! Sherlock, yandere, dark, manipulation, anxiety, insomnia, pointing a gun, drugged reader, bottle-feeding, tracking of water intake, dirty talk, smacking on the butt, praise kink, breeding kink, degradation kink, obsessive, possessive (Stay away if it's triggering for you. I'm not responsible for your ignoration, please don't cry on my inbox. Keep scrolling.)

You haven't slept well since the day you lived with Sherlock. It wasn't because of his messy routine, you were already staying in the bedroom upstairs. It was because of your worries, fears and reasons you didn't know, you've never been able to sleep well. Usually during the day you would try to sleep on the sofa or Sherlock's armchair. It was easier to get some sleep during the day as opposed to not being able to sleep at night.

Sherlock didn't object that you curled up in his armchair like a cat. However people who saw you there warned you that Sherlock was so grumpy about it and didn't want anyone in his seat. Once you wanted to get up but he grabbed your shoulder and stopped you. He asked the person speaking to you to leave with an attitude that you thought was pretty rude, but which he described as polite.

When you laid down on the sofa, he always covered you with a blanket and asked if you were okay. You told him you were just sleepy. He was always attentive and caring towards you. He kissed your head and stroked your hair. Then he went to get you some water. He made sure you drank eight glasses a day. It was strange that he tracked your water drinking, but when you asked him about it, he told you about the terrible harms of dehydration and you were so scared that you never questioned him again.

And when you curled up in his armchair, he would still cover you with a blanket and bring you some water, but there was more. You noticed that he often looked at you while he spent time in the kitchen with his experiments. Every time you looked in that direction, you met his eyes. Like it was a pleasure for him to see you his seat. And a few times when you woke up, you saw him sitting on the opposite armchair watching you. He wasn't doing anything. His legs were crossed and he was looking at you with his hands brought on his lips. This scared you and you jumped, but he didn't move. He told you to keep sleeping, he was just thinking. Again, you didn't question because he was Sherlock Holmes. He was the man with unexpected behaviours.

Sometimes you'd sit on one of the chairs in the kitchen and bury your head on the table and fall asleep. Each time Sherlock would carefully pick you up and take you to the sofa. He had taken you to his bedroom as well, but when he saw that you couldn't sleep, he let you sleep in the living room. Being in a place where everyone could enter, or to be more clear, at a time when no one was sleeping, made you feel safe and you could sleep in this way. But the bedroom was a place where you were alone, where all your worries and fears gathered.

Seemed like Sherlock could read your mind. He never forced you to sleep in his bedroom. When you wanted to sleep in the living room, he was understanding, even being very harsh to those who made a single noise. Once, while you were asleep, Greg came in, yelling. You literally jumped in fear and looked around. You saw Sherlock sitting on the opposite seat and watching you in his classic position. His features tensed as he focused on your tear-filled eyes and trembling lips. You didn't expect him to point a gun to Greg's head when he stood up in a rage. Greg backed up with his hands up, yelling what the hell he was doing. Sherlock just kept pointing the gun and threw him out. "She was sleeping and you scared her."

You didn't know if he didn't considered how frightening his action could be to you or if he simply didn't care, but the threatening sight of him holding a gun to Greg's head made you cry so hard that day. When he tried to get closer to you, you pulled the blanket over your face and shivered, begging him to stop. He constantly told you how much he cared about you, that he would never hurt you. He explained that Greg was already the picture of headache by birth and was also a detective, so guns were very workaday. He said even if it was Greg's head, holding a gun to someone's head was actually very normal among them. It affected you because you barely saw a gun in your life and you had no idea how to defend yourself. Extremely fragile and helpless. Needs someone's protection. He especially insisted on that opinion.

You finally agreed with what he said and let him come near you. He was careful to be slow, though, and leaned over your face, never taking his eyes off yours. His sharp blue eyes and sharp gaze drew you in, but also gave you chills. You looked at him like hypnotized and couldn't think of anything. You shivered and jumped as he gently touched your head. To reassure you that there was nothing to be afraid of, he shushed you and caressed your hair.

As time passed, he became more caring and closer to you. At some point you stopped questioning why he was doing this because it became his right. He took care of every detail about you, asserting your safety and health, and you couldn't actually see how he spread into your life like a spider web. He has surrounded you everywhere, made you unable to do anything without him. You were already very sensitive and vulnerable mentally. He knew that. He knew everything about you. You were so obvious, even more than an open book. And he took advantage of this.

"Come here, baby. I want you to drink this slowly." Sherlock sat next to you with a bottle in his hand and held it out for you to check. He stared at you with those eyes that you thought were almost scary, and waited for your reaction. You looked at him in surprise, then at the bottle between his long fingers. Anxious, you took it and supported it with both hands, staring at the white liquid inside. He's been calling you by nicknames lately. My little baby was one of them. He didn't say anything when you asked why. He just shook his head and smiled a little.

"What is this?" You slowly spun the heavy bottle in your hand. To figure out what it was, you brought the tip close to your nose and sniffed. Was it milk?The bottle was warm.You rocked it up and down and whimpered a little. It was a heavy bottle. You looked at Sherlock for the answer. He watched your interaction with the bottle with interest. He had one arm behind you and the other was leaning on his knee, looking at you. It was impossible to know what was going on behind those mysterious eyes.

"Milk. Hot milk. It'll help you to sleep." He slowly took the bottle from your hands and shook it a little. You didn't know what to do when he didn't take his eyes off you so you lowered your head. But you could still feel him keep starinf at you. He gently placed his fingers on your chin and turned your head towards him.

"Sit on my lap." His voice was soft, but his demand was firm. Your mouth opened slightly and your lips trembled. He could see your confusion and hesitation. To help, he grabbed your waist and placed you easily on one of his tights. He wrapped his arm around your back and held your arm. "It's okay."

When he brought the bottle to your mouth, you turned your head and protested, placing your hands on his chest. Why did he want to bottle feed you? Was it one of his experiments? "No, I don't understand why."

Your discomfort was visible. You were nervous, maybe a little scared. You needed reassurance, obvious. "You think bottle feeding is wrong, someone wanting to feed you is wrong, you're not a baby after all, are you? Your body is grown-up. You have to take care of the grown-up things, you have to do what they do. Society expects this from you and you torture yourself for years because of it. You don't want help, you're dealing with things that are definitely too tiring for you and that absolutely you don't need to concern. Just because of the misperceptions imposed by the toxic and idiot society.

But it isn't wrong for someone to take care of you, it isn't wrong to give yourself to someone. Because when I look at you, I see exactly what you need, what you really want. I know how lonely and needy you are, from the first day I met you. You acted like a grown-up but you were actually so scared that if I had pushed you a little, I could've easily made you cry." He laughed in excitement but then got serious again.

"Your family, most likely. A little girl who didn't get the attention, love and care she needed. She was forced to be an adult and now, like a lost kitten on the streets, she craves to be adopted. The truth you can't accept is, my little baby, that I am the adult here. And you're just a poor little baby dying to cry. "

After he finished, you just stared at each other for a few seconds. And just like he said, your eyes filled with tears. You started crying no matter how hard you tried to hold yourself. Sherlock Holmes who sees through everyone, of course, saw yours most easily. He knew everything about you from the very beginning. He pulled you and pressed you against his chest. Who knows how long he listened to your sobbing.

"You're not alone, let me take care of you." Your breaking point was that day. After he calmed your cries, you let him feed you. He often took the bottle from your mouth, wiped the tears from your cheeks, and asked if you were okay. Both to find out your emotional state and to make sure you were not trying to drink too much. He didn't wanted you to choke on. He often reminded you to take slow, small sips.

After you finished the milk, he took you in his arms and carried you to his bedroom. He carefully put you on his bed and covered you with the duvet. Then he laid next to you and hugged you. "Try to get some sleep, baby. I'm here."

You let out a whimper as you moved uncomfortably. You were having a hard time comprehending the situation and were afraid to give yourself to him, that was all. But Sherlock would help you. You soon felt sleepy. Your body relaxed as your eyelids closed and your head rested on his chest. Was it because of that milk? It had a strange sweet taste in it. Sherlock was right, it helped you to fall asleep.

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When you woke up, you felt more helpless than ever before. So emotional, so needy... You wanted Sherlock. You wanted to hug him and cry. Did Sherlock really bring out the feelings you buried inside? You couldn't think like you used to, you couldn't understand anything. As if your ability to comprehend what was going on around you and to think sensible had disappeared. You needed him so badly to guide you.

"Sherlock?" You whimpered in a low voice. There was only you in the room. It was evening, so the room was dark, but the table lamp was on. For some reason, waking up alone in his dark room and not being able to find him scared you. You started to cry as you sat down and called out to him over and over.

Within seconds he was in the room and was seated next to you. He pulled you to his chest and stroked your hair. He rocked back and forth as he placed his chin on your head. "Shh, I'm here. I'm here."

You fidgeted around him. You grabbed his arms, hit his chest, pulled his shirt, rested your head against his shoulder, wrapped your legs around him, rubbed yourself against his... not on purpose, of course. You just wanted him. Like a little cat in need of attention. But you liked the feeling you got.

"Don't leave me alone." You sobbed. He apologized to you many times and kissed your head. His body tensed from your wiggles, and his grip tightened. He pressed you much more to himself as you jumped a little on his lap for his attention. "How are you?" He ran his hand down back of your neck and followed your curve. With a shiver, your waist arched and you pressed your breasts on his chest. He could feel your round, lovely breasts and your hard nipples.

You easily forgave him and your attention was quickly distracted by his question. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you think about how you felt. He caressed your back and stretched the back of your tiny dress he had put on you while you sleep. You didn't even know what you were wearing. "I well sleep-" You struggled to make sentences. You were in an even weirder state than when you woke up. Difficulty speaking scared you, but you tended to forget that often.

"Good girl. Good little baby." His compliments took you out of your discomfort and quickly made you happy. You jumped on his lap and rubbed yourself against him to show your joy. Whatever was in his pocket seemed to become more noticeable as you moved. You could feel it under your tight panties and you loved that feeling.

He let out a hoarse groan and pressed you tight against him. It caused the thing in his pocket to sink deeper into your soft and sensitive part. It was much harder than before. He pressed his lips to your neck and inhaled your scent. "You're such a good girl."

You raised your arms and laughed. His hands caressed you from your waist to your arms. Part of his palm rubbed against your soft breasts. "Mmh, my baby's so happy." He smiled and laid you down and got on top of you. You chuckled and pushed his chest, but he fixed your legs at his waist and rubbed himself against your soft skin. You wanted more as the strange sensations between your legs were getting bigger and bigger. “Sher…” he shushed you when you were about to moan his name. "Call me daddy. I'm your daddy now, and you're my little baby."

"Okay daddy." You couldn't remember what you wanted to say to him, it felt so good where he rubbed. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth, throwing your head back. You felt his fingers on your neck and shoulder. He dropped the dress off your shoulders and revealed your breasts.

"Do you like it?" His deep voice made you tremble. He grabbed your soft butt and kept rubbing himself up and down. You wetted not only your panties but his pants as well.

You nodded and moaned in response, but he stopped and gave you a soft smack on the butt. You turned your face to him, which looked like was about to cry. He smiled and leaned over to kissed your cheek. He pulled your hair from your ears and whispered into your ear, his breath was hot. "Yes daddy."

Your sensitive body and emotions made you dizzy. You felt Sherlock's big hands kneading your breasts as tears rolled down your cheeks. You sobbed as he gently rubbed your nipples. "Yes daddy."

He wiped your cheeks with his thumb and calmed you down. "Shh, don't cry. Wanna apologize to your daddy?"

"Yes daddy!" You nodded eagerly and bit your lower lip. He smiled and pulled the dress to your belly, revealing your beautiful skin even more. After giving your legs for you to hold, he got naked, with watching your seductive breasts showing between your legs and your presented fluffy pussy under your wet penties. Your gaze was so pure, so innocent. You couldn't think, you just needed him. Just as he wanted.

You gasped when you saw his hard cock. It was huge! How could this be possible? He stroked himself, not taking his eyes off for a moment, from your face that was looking at his cock in confusion. The fact that his cock had caught your attention so much triggered his twisted feelings even more. "Daddy needs your help."

"Hurt?" You pointed your finger at it, trembling. He slowly pulled your panties off and watched with delight as your sticky juice stretched out of your pussy. "Daddy's dick craves for your little cunt. You're going to help me, right? Don't you want your daddy to feel good?"

"Yes, yes daddy! I help.." To taste your pussy, he stuck out his tongue and licked your clit slowly. His hot tongue you scream in joy. You were so soft and so sensitive, perfect. Your stomach tightened and you dripped more juice. He took your legs from you and bent over them, placing them as high as he could on either side of your head. Your breasts gave him a perfect view between your legs, your sweet pussy was dripping onto his bed, waiting to hug him. Your mouth was open and your eyes were lost. Oh, you were just like a doll.

"Do you trust me?" As much as you wanted him to touch you and wanted to help him, he knew you were scared. It was hard for you to believe the idea that you would enjoy taking something huge, he knew that. And he knew it would hurt a lot. But he needed you like crazy.

"Yes daddy." You whispered in fear. He kissed your lips and slowly pushed himself. It hurt so much as he forced your tight little walls to welcome him. You screamed and begged him to stop but he pushed himself a little more. "So tight, fuck."

"Daddy, please!" You sobbed so hard, your walls clenched around him like crazy.

"You make me feel so good baby." He moaned and closed his eyes for a moment. Your clenches made him thob over and over again. He knew you were in pain, he knew you were scared but you made him feel so good.

"Daddy!" You screamed with all your might. Trying to gather his high mind, Sherlock apologized to you and pulled his cock out. He tried to calm you down for a while. He kissed your cheeks, licked your tears, sucked your neck and nipples. He rubbed your clit so you wouldn't feel the pain. And meanwhile, he constantly praised you.

"You're such a good girl."

"I'm so proud of you."

"It won't always hurt like this, it's your first time."

"Do you trust your daddy?"

Yes, you trusted him. You loved him. And you let him to do that again. He thanked you for letting him and pushed himself again. Your screams filled the entire room, even the entire flat. Fortunately, Mrs Hudson wasn't at home. Even if she was, nothing would change. Sherlock would keep fucking you with passion anyway.

You bled a little. It mixed with your juice and dripped onto his bed. He never stopped stroking your clit as he thrusted deeper each time. "You're doing so great, baby. I'm so proud of you." He kept his slow pace for a long time, waiting for you to get used to him. As time passed, he felt you relaxed around him, and he increased his speed a little more.

"Daddy..." You sobbed and looked into his eyes. You looked so cute that he thrusted so hard and made you scream.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. You're just so beautiful." He kissed your trembling lips.

"Beautiful?" You asked innocently and moaned when he hit your sweet spot. He smiled.

"Yeah, the most beautiful and obedient girl ever." He thrusted your sweet spot a few more times and made you smile. "Guess the pain is gone?"

You nodded and closed your eyes but he smacked your butt. "Words." He warned you sternly.

Scared, you opened your eyes and looked at his stern face. You whispered as tears filled your eyes. "Yes daddy. I'm sorry, I forgot."

He hit your sweet spot multiple times, making you moan. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth parted. "It's okay, babygirl. Don't cry."

He straightened himself up a little and placed your legs over his shoulders. Grabbing your soft waist, he pushed himself hard inside you. The feeling of fullness you felt inside and the intense sensitivity between your legs was perfect. You felt something was about to happen. "Daddy, I-" You didn't know how to say this, but he knew.

"I know, baby. Me too." He pressed your legs against himself and burried himself deep inside with hard thrusts. Your breasts bounced up and down with each of his thrust. Your voice shook, making your moans even more seductive. He stopped rubbing your clit and focused on your sweet spot. He was about to cum, but he wanted you to cum first.

He pulled your legs off his shoulders and sat you on his lap. He grabbed your waist and gently bounced you on his lap. You put your arms around his neck and moaned. He made you feel so good. The way he wrapped his arms around you, his endless praises he showered on you, everything was just too much. Your stomach cliched.

"Yeah..." Sherlock didn't know how long he could resist the feeling of your tight little walls. "I need you to cum." He whispered. "Cum for your daddy." He caressed himself hard on your sweet spot, trying not to cum. "Cum for me."

You were so close to something, but you didn't know what it was. You were dizzy and your eyes were a little blurry. A tickling sensation took over your stomach for a short while, then your whole body tightened. Your back arched as much as possible and you couldn't stop your shaking when you felt like you were exploded. You sent strong spasms around his cock and made him cum instantly. The way you milked his cock made him growl. He sucked your neck and whispered so many filthy things.

"My fuckdoll. Take my cum."

"You're my cumslut."

"You're my dumb little cumslut."

You should've cried because he was being so wild to you, but you liked that he wanted you so much and had such intense feelings for you. You liked being owned by him.

He laid you down on the bed and kissed your lips. Then he slowly pulled out his cock and stared with satisfaction at his thick cum dripping out of your used little hole. You finally became his little babydoll.

He took you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom. After washing your delicate body gently and quickly, he dressed you in clean clothes. He quickly changed the sheets, laid you on the bed and covered the duvet over you. "I'll be with you in ten minutes okay?"

"Okay daddy." You nodded and rubbed your eyes, clearly sleepy. He smiled and patted your head.

"I love you."

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I don't really like how everyone makes Severus Snape's mom seem like a good person. Yes, she was his mother and he loved her and always will love her, but she was very neglectful. Yes, she was a victim of abuse, but she STILL neglected her own child. Everyone idolizes the relationship between Severus and his mother...but it wasn't even good. Please remember that just because his mother didn't physically abuse him, it does not mean that she didn't abuse him mentally. Even if she didn't mean to neglect Severus (which I'm sure she didn't mean to), she still did. And you can see the impact it had on him.

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Meme redraw!!

Saw this cat meme and was instantly like "omg it's soooo Sev"

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Severus Snape is the most hurtful character to me personally bc he lived such an awful life with no justice and you almost cant even take solace in the fandom with it like others. I’ve loved so many characters where its been like that but u go to the fandom and feel seen because others feel the same way. But like never have I seen a fandom hate a character so much who is probably one of the better characters in the series.

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Snape haters: How do people even like Snape?

Also Snape:

“Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. Ghosts are transparent.”

*****

“Would you like me to do it now?” asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. “Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?”

*****

“I was just showing Harry my grindylow,” said Lupin pleasantly, pointing at the tank.

“Fascinating,” said Snape, without looking at it.

*****

As Harry raised himself into a sitting position, his head still swimming from its last contact with the ground, he saw Snape running as hard as he could, the enormous beast [Buckbeak] flapping behind him and screeching as Harry had never heard him screech —

. . . Snape had managed to Disapparate just beyond the school’s boundaries.

*****

Snape gave her [Umbridge] an ironic bow and turned to leave.

*****

“The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter — or at least, most minds are.” He smirked.

*****

“Potter, when I want nonsense shouted at me I shall give you a Babbling Beverage. And Crabbe, loosen your hold a little, if Longbottom suffocates it will mean a lot of tedious paperwork, and I am afraid I shall have to mention it on your reference if ever you apply for a job.”

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I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Sev is carrying 14 books. He's a stack of books with legs. I'm getting emotional. He went from the worst circumstances to this castle with a massive library and he's just absorbing all this information and learning everything. He is gifted level smart. This was supposed to be his chance.

WHY WAS THE WORLD NOT KINDER TO THIS SWEETHEART!!!!!?????

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I seriously pity Snape. When he expressed his enthusiasm about going Hogwarts to Lily when they were sitting in the train, leaving behind his sad family situation, hoping he would find happiness at Hogwarts. Little did he know, James Potter and Sirius Black were going to ruin his life and make his school-life miserable and hell-like.

Same 😭 he believed Hogwarts would be his safe haven and was so thrilled about getting away from his parents and having to deal with their arguing at home. But little did he know, he would come to face some of the most traumatic moments of his life at that school. (The way the chapter that was literally titled “Snape’s Worst Memory” took place at Hogwarts and happened bc of the Marauders even though he lived with abusive parents, hm Marauder stans I wonder what y’all have to say on this matter)

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If Snape started to like you (romantically or platonically), he would never just go up and talk to you because he hates small talk and would be convinced he’d be wasting your time. So instead, he’d come up with excuses to talk to you one-on-one, like,

“I need help with this task” (he’s perfectly capable of doing it on his own.)

“If you insist you need someone to come with you/help you, fine, I’ll do it!” (you never asked.)

“You’re showing symptoms of some sickness, so here’s a potion I had sitting in my potions storeroom” (the “symptom” in question was a sneeze, but he went out of his way to make it just for you in case you do get sick.)

“I heard it’s your birthday, so here’s a small gift that I saw while running errands” (he actually knows exactly what you like and went to the shops in his free time to pick out the perfect gift.)

If you were also a professor, he’d sit next to you during meals, conveniently show up in the same hallway as you while pretending to watch over the students, and gossip about annoying students with you.

Eventually, though, he’d get tired to playing these games and acting childish, so he’d muster up the courage to ask you to spend time and talk about your interests. If you’re smart enough, of course you’d say yes ☺️

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Snape's aesthetic is glaring at you like he's going to stab you and then when you brush his shoulder he cries

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Platonic Sherlock Hc’s

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Idk if he asks are open but if so I am on my knees BEGGING what would yan will and Hannibal do if darling moaned there name in their sleep

Ok, ok, ok, this is sooo good. I did use female parts, but if you want a male version let me know!

Moaning Sensually

It most likely happens because you all haven't found time to "play" in a bit and convincing Hannibal to deter from your sleep schedule is very, very, hard to do.

They both noticed it, but Will honestly thought he was just imagining it, and Hannibal thought it was just a once kind of thing. You've never done it before. However you kept moaning, and soon you were even grinding your hips into nothing.

God... It drove them crazy. They watched for a while. Eventually it was Will who couldn't take it anymore.

Will, will move you slowly trying not to startle you. He'll move his leg right in between yours. He positions it perfectly so your clit get stimulated with each grind you give. In your sleep you'll continue to practically hump his leg.

Hannibal was content to watch this all happen. He found it fascinating. Your reactions and Wills. However even he couldn't ignore his cock hardening in his sleep pants.

Soon Hannibal will also be playing with your sleeping body. He'll kiss and bites the back of your neck, while Will moves closer to finger your cunt.

They get so bold you'll slowly start to wake up to them having their way with your body. Your shock doesn't last but a few seconds.

When they become aware you're awake they take things one more step. Both burrowing their dicks in your holes. Despite the pain and pleasure they'll coax you to go back to sleep. Hannibal and Will will even agree to stop all attacks on your body till you drift off again.

They love the thought of you having no idea what's happening as they fuck you. If you try to move they'll hold you down.

Once you're asleep again they'll start slowly thrusting. They'll indulge in your sleepy moans and the disturbed thoughts in their heads.

The next morning you'll wake up still stuffed with their cocks. You'll be filled with their cum. You'll be covered in hickeys, bruises, and bite marks. You'll have very little recollection of what transpired.

Later Will and Hannibal will talk with (manipulate) you about this being a regular occurrence. In all honesty they just love you being so defenseless. And they love you.

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Drugging

Yandere Hannibal Lecter (NBC) x Reader

Warnings- Drugging, Kidnapping, Gaslighting(?), Being tied to a chair, It’s not a story just some dialogue I didn’t really know how to start or end.

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Their Little Girl

Hannigram x Reader

Prompt- “Let me kiss it better.”

Warnings- Drugging, Forced Regression, Implied Kidnapping, Mentions of needles, Yandere Behavior, Dumbification, Use of Daddy and Papa, Breakdowns

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Can you do an headcanon about Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Yandere Will Graham x Reader,please? (Poly relationship)

Yandere!Hannigram HCs

TW: yandere-trope, kidnapping, forced-cannibalism, Stockholm Syndrome 

Mentioned previously in Will’s yandere headcanons, he would feel extremely guilty about the obsessive feelings and dark thoughts he had of you. 

Hannibal is quit the opposite, he doesn’t see anything wrong with what he feels and doesn’t mind doing anything he can to make sure they had you. 

Therefore, Hannibal would heavily influence Will and encourage his obsession. Will’s guilty conscious would practically melt away quicker than if he wasn’t in a relationship with Hannibal already.

Telling him that it was natural and keeping the one you love locked away is simply because you want to make sure they were safe.

And there's nothing wrong with wanting your loved ones saved, correct?

With Will taking pictures of you while stalking you and Hannibal keeping notes about you, they basically make their own little (y/n) scrapbook.

They would team up when it's finally time to kidnap you and bring you to their home.

Hannibal is not afraid man-handling you if things went south. If you struggled or fought against them, he would quickly take you down.

Will still feels guilty of the bruise you had on your head. He hates having you hurt, especially when it's caused by him and his husband.

Hannibal's love languages are gift giving and quality time but that doesn't mean that he cannot be affectionate.

Even though Will is the most affectionate between the two, however, Hannibal is more subtle about it.

Lingering touches and quick forehead kisses are Hannibal's way of displaying affection.

Will would feel horrible about giving you punishments when you try slipping away.

Therefore, Hannibal would be the one in charge of disciplining you properly.

Most of them would be spankings and no, he is not gentle about it.

Will would definitely comfort you afterward while Hannibal would leave the two of you alone to make dinner.

Will would pull you close and whisper softly in your ear, stroking your hair while you sobbed into his shoulder.

Speaking of which, you will be following Hannibal's diet.

Will has gotten used to it already by this time, but he didn't want you traumatized by you seeing Hannibal cook.

Therefore, you are not allowed in the kitchen until everything is done.

Hannibal wouldn't tell you that you were consuming human flesh.

He's smart and knows that you would be more than freaked out if you found out the hard way.

However, he wouldnt deny it if you began to grow suspicious.

After being in captivity for almost a year, you have finally developed Stockholm Syndrome.

Hannibal and Will would be thrilled when you finally began returning their love.

However, Hannibal would know that it's simply because you have nobody else to be around and you were simply adapting to your situation.

He wouldn’t like it that you weren't naturally and truly in love with them but he would make do.

Will wouldn’t care.

They finally have your love and that's something he wouldn't waste.

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Yandere!Hannibal Lecter headcanons (Chat GPT)

I made Chat GPT write 10 yandere!Hannibal (NBC’s hannibal) headcanons because I was bored and they turned out pretty well so I decided to post them on here. Keep in mind that, since Chat GPT is a robot, these headcanons are based on objective facts and things that happened in the show and not on opinions. I obviously didn’t write these headcanons so credits to Chat GPT I guess? 

TW: yandere topics, mentions of murder, manipulation, and obsession

As a yandere, Hannibal Lecter's obsession with his love interest would reach terrifying levels. He would fixate on every aspect of their life, learning their routines, preferences, and desires, and he would go to great lengths to ensure their happiness, even if it means manipulating or harming others.

Hannibal's possessiveness would be intense and all-consuming. He would view his love interest as his prized possession and would become extremely jealous and protective of them. He would feel threatened by anyone who tries to get close to them and would take drastic measures to eliminate any perceived threats.

Hannibal's natural charm and charisma would play a significant role in his yandere behavior. He would use his persuasive abilities to mold his love interest's thoughts and emotions, subtly influencing their decisions to align with his desires. He would carefully craft a web of manipulation, making it difficult for them to escape his clutches.

Despite his sinister nature, Hannibal would go to great lengths to create grand gestures of love and affection. These gestures could range from extravagant dinners prepared with meticulous care to carefully arranged crime scenes designed to communicate his unwavering devotion. Each act would be calculated to display his love in the most twisted and unsettling ways.

Hannibal would be fiercely protective of his love interest, willing to do anything to shield them from harm. He would not hesitate to eliminate anyone he perceives as a threat, whether it be a former lover, a family member, or even a close friend. His actions would be driven by his twisted sense of love and the belief that he alone can protect them.

Hannibal would have difficulty distinguishing between love and possession, often blurring the line between the two. He would believe that he has the right to control every aspect of his love interest's life, making decisions for them and manipulating their choices. He would see any resistance as a betrayal and respond with terrifying consequences.

Hannibal would meticulously plan and execute his actions as a yandere. He would carefully cover his tracks, ensuring that no one suspects his true intentions. His intelligence and attention to detail would make it difficult for anyone to uncover the extent of his obsession until it's too late.

Hannibal would expertly manipulate his love interest's emotions, using their vulnerabilities against them. He would create a constant state of dependency, making them believe that he is the only one who truly understands and cares for them. Through emotional manipulation, he would ensure their loyalty and obedience.

Hannibal would be willing to endure immense pain and suffering for the sake of his love interest. Whether it's self-inflicted wounds to gain sympathy or enduring torment to protect them, he would see his sacrifices as proof of his unwavering devotion. This willingness to suffer would further cement his control over their lives.

Ultimately, Hannibal's yandere behavior would lead to tragic consequences. His twisted love would bring destruction and death to those around him, as he rationalizes his actions as necessary for the preservation of his love interest. In his mind, any price is worth paying to keep them by his side, even if it means descending further into madness.

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Hannibal Lecter Yandere Alphabet🌷

My first yandere alphabet so pls be kind and feedback is appreciated on how you’d like me to improve or if you’d like to discuss ur own headcanons in chat below:)

TW: Yandere behaviour, kidnapping, murder, cannibalism, and drugging. If any of this triggers or upsets you in any way please scroll past and stay safe🤍

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Gift giving, Hannibal isn’t a totally physical person and prefers to show his love to his s/o in the form of expensive shiny and pretty gifts

Hannibal doesn’t tend to get that intense with his loving, perhaps his darling may receive long hours of him holding them, or harsh kissing when he gets jealous but overall on intensity I’d say he’s about a 6/10

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

VERY messy. Hannibal isn’t against killing those who ask too many questions or those who make him jealous. Anyone who gets a little too suspicious of him or of your disappearance, or anyone who seems to have gotten w little too close to you at points in your life ends up on the dining table the next day.

He is the chesapeake ripper after all, he would never hesitate to slaughter and eat those who get in his way.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Hannibal isn’t the most gentle with his darling during the abduction process. A lot of manhandling and dragging would be involved, paired with him covering his darlings mouth and gently shushing them, preventing them from crying out for help.

Once abducted, however, he’ll be much more gentle. Taking care of any bruises his darling formed during the abduction and softly grazing over their skin with his fingertips, placing kisses to their forehead.

And yeah, yeah he would mock you. But only if you constantly fight back and he grows tired and frustrated of it. He’ll repeat your words in a mocking tone of voice or tap his watch annoyedly until his darling stops crying and he’s able to get a word in.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

No. Absolutely not. Well, aside from cannibalism.

Face it, underneath the sweet, caring guise he wears pretending to be a kind psychiatrist he is a monster. His darling isn’t safe from that side of him no matter how much he loves them.

He’ll tell you that you’re eating regular meat, whilst he eats his own kind. But in actuality he sneaks bits of human into his darlings food, occasionally shooting you a sly glance, knowing that his darling is consuming their friends.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Like I said in affection, Hannibals love isn’t too intense. He rates a 6/10 on the intensity scale.

When he bares his heart to his darling it’ll only be in little bits. Such as holding your hand and gently explaining that he took you because he loves you. Or kissing the top of your head and holding your lower back whilst talking about how perfect you are to him.

I can’t imagine him ever baring too much of his heart to his darling. Mostly because he has a need to be in control and cannot have you knowing how weak you make him, but there may be moments in which he holds you a little too tight at night whilst cuddling or keeps the doors extra locked in case his darling tries leaving him. Holding both of your hands and squeezing them with almost all his strength whilst desperately telling you how they cannot leave him after causing him to feel such things towards you.

Tired. Really really really tired.

He gives you everything, why do you keep hitting him and locking yourself in rooms to get away from him? Its not fair.

He gives you everything, why do you keep hitting him and locking yourself in rooms to get away from him? Its not fair.

Hannibal tries to be patient, knowing this must be a very upsetting and shocking situation for you and you need time to settle in but if this happens for months he will grow angry and start punishing you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Absolutely not, he spent all that time organising the perfect crime scene- your disappearance. He cannot have you escaping the house and messing it up. He needs you.

He does enjoy seeing his darling freak out about the death in his house, running from him into a separate room whilst he chases them and attempts to break the door down when they lock it. But in no way would he be happy to see his darling attempt to leave the house.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

There are two. Eating human flesh, and watching someone die.

Hannibal isn’t afraid to kill to get what he wants or protect the people he love, and when someone gets a little too nosy and find you in the house he will end them within minutes. Ignoring your pleas and screams.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Hannibal wants his darling to live with him, being completely dependent on him for food, shelter, love, warmth, clothing, etc. His ideal life would be working full days and coming back to his darling waiting for him with open arms, being submissive to him.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Oh, absolutely.

Before even abducting you he’d lash out and murder those he thought were getting too close to you. Angry at the idea of them stealing you away from him.

The cashier who seemed a little too friendly when you were paying for your groceries? Dead. Your work colleague who attempts to get a little too touchy when working with you? Dead. Any current s/o you may have? Dead.

The police aren’t even sure it it’s the chesapeake ripper committing such crimes since the amount of violence inflicted on the bodies was far away from his m.o

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Prior to the abduction he would try and win them over, he doesn’t feel the need for unnecessary violence and so he would try and woo them with gifts, maybe even acting sweet or asking them on dates after coming off as the kind, rich psychiatrist.

At the beginning of being abducted he keeps this same mask on, attempting to manipulate his darling into thinking that he is in fact a good man, someone who just saw what they wanted and took it.

After a while of staying with him, he wouldn’t mask anymore. You’ve already eaten people and seen him kill, why would he need to pretend?

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

At first he would begin turning up to your work, starting innocent conversations and learning more about you. Springing off your interests to attempt to build a strong connection.

Next, he would ask his darling out on a few dates, building trust over time and trying to lure them into his house without violence, like a hungry wolf luring away sheep.

The more his attempts don’t work, the angrier and hungrier he gets.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Hugely. To everyone else, he appears to be an insanely intelligent, kind doctor who wants to help patients and has a good taste for fine wine. Seeming like a very sweet and confident man.

Behind closed doors, he is a violent murderer cannibal who abducted someone because he felt although he deserved them.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

There are a range of different ways this can go, depending on what his darling did.

Little things will get you locked up in a small quiet room, away from him for a while so he can think. You aren’t allowed anything to distract yourself like books or television.

Big things will get you held close to him at all times. If you cannot be trusted to be alone, then you will need to stay with him 24/7. Being held close to him as he holds your arm or waist with an iron grip. Both angry and worried for you.

If his darlings behaviour gets too bad he will begin drugging the food, letting the reader become dependent on him again until they can learn to be good.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

At first, almost all of them.

He needs to ensure that you will stay in the house and will have no way of getting away from him, for the first few weeks that is.

You will be at his side at all times, each door is double locked and he holds you as tight as he can at night to avoid you wriggling free from his grasp.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He’s quite patient. Like I said before, he understands this is a stressful and shocking situation for them and therefore his darling will need their time to adjust.

After the first couple of weeks staying with him, once you’ve gained his full trust, he’ll allow you to have moments away from him to gather yourself. Or things to distract you or ground you if you’re becoming too overwhelmed by the situation.

He wants you to see that he loves and cares about you, as well as think that he is a genuine and kind man. So he will help you with what you need.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If his darling died? No. He would probably spend the rest of his life alone and mourning, unable to replace how special his darling was to him.

If they escaped? Also no. He would tear the world apart to find them if that’s what it would take, he would never stop looking for them.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Also a no. He feels as if he deserved you, like you are his property. Why would he feel guilty for taking something he owns?

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

This side of him stems from loss he’d experienced in childhood. He loved his sister dearly and had lost her, he couldn’t lose his darling too.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

It hurts him a little, he loves his darling dearly and would never want them to isolate themselves or cry so much. He would be able to get them out of it, though. He is insanely talented in knowledge of the human mind, if he’s still patient enough he’ll be able to calm them within minutes.

But on the other hand his monstrous side heavily enjoys seeing it, watching tears spill from his darlings eyes and hearing them sob.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Force his darling to eat human meat, and drug them.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

I’m going to be honest, probably none. Hannibal is horrifically clever and it’s practically impossible to escape his grasp.

Maybe if his darling were able to gain his trust enough they might see a window of opportunity where Hannibal forgets to lock the door after a long day of work, or falls into a heavy sleep giving his darling the chance to sneak away.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No. Hannibal loves them too dearly to ever physically harm them.

Maybe if they were to get into an argument, when Hannibal has already lost patience and had a long day, he may slap them in an angry attempt to pacify their cries.

He’d feel horrible afterwards, immediately holding his darlings face to check for damage and apologising over and over

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Hannibal much prefers to be worshipped than to worship, but he does love his darling enough to the point where he wants to beg them to love him back at times.

At first he goes to great lengths, taking them on fancy dates and spoiling them in a feeble attempt to woo them.

And when that doesn’t work he’ll take them by force.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I’m going to be honest, maybe two weeks at best.

The moment he sees them hes smitten with strong feelings, he won’t be able to wait that long and since he’ll kill anyone who gets too close he can’t have you getting too suspicious.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yeah. Yeah he would.

Hes a psychopathic cannibal with astonishing psychological skills. He’ll spend the whole abduction manipulating them i to loving him.

And if he’s desperate enough, he’ll break you and rebuild you as he wants.

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Okay so question, on the “yandare Hannibal alphabet” what Would he consider little things and big things be for punishments?, could you name some small things and big things?? Pls

TWs: yandere behaviour, enforced cannibalism, forcefeeding, drugging, isolation, manhandling, reader is GN.

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Small punishments will be the ones used most when he first takes you

He wants you to adapt to your new way of living as soon as possible, but obviously the situation is very scary and there will be moments which he deems as you “acting out”

He wants you to adapt to your new way of living as soon as possible, but obviously the situation is very scary and there will be moments which he deems as you “acting out”

It’s unlikely for him to punish his darling frequently, as hannibal is a very, very patient man and he understands that given how shocking and upsetting the situation is, you need time and patience.

Such as you running away from him (in the house), refusal to eat, fighting (both verbal and physical) etc etc...

You’d be punished in different ways for each of these behaviours

You’d be punished in different ways for each of these behaviours

Refusing to eat? Youll cook the food with him.

Hannibal understands you’re going to be unwilling to eat human meat, and for the first few weeks he’ll make you vegetarian meals or order in take out, but he expects you to eat what he eats after a prolonged period of time

His darling is forced into the kitchen, and he guides their hands to cook the food with him.

Anymore refusal after that will lead to a bigger punishment.

For running away, first he’d chase after you

and obviously catch up within minutes or seconds because hes bigger and stronger and knows the layout of his house better than you ever will.

A little punishment for this is just a few rights being taken away, such as takeaway food (if his darling has just recently been taken), forms of escapism like music and TV or books, etc etc.

Behave and you’ll get them back.

For big punishments:

Hannibal doesn’t like using big punishments on his darling. at all.

It’s tiring having them fight back against them so much and he always has to make sure it’s something drastic but not too far.

I mentioned earlier in small punishments that if his darling still refuses to eat even after the small punishment it’ll get bigger.

Which can range from him either forcefeeding you, or worse.

And given his behaviour in the show, I HC that he would go as far as drug his darling so he can easily feed them the meals he cooks and get them to drink.

Consistently fighting against him (physically) would get you the same punishment too.

He’d also probably take his darlings much more dazed state as an opportunity to sit with them for a while and talk like a normal couple

Continuous running from him results in more rights being taken, such as freedom around the house (locked in a room for a few hours), company, etc.

If his darling managed to run out of the house away from him it would be an entirely different story. He’d be so worried and angry it would probably take him a while to think of a proper punishment.

Whilst he thinks of one his darling is locked in a room without any forms of escapism or company for a really long time. Meals would be passed through the door but he wouldn’t stay with you for long.

When hes calmed down you’ll spend a few hours glued to him. Literally.

He’ll grab you with one arm and keep you by his side all day. He can’t trust you not to run off again.