#tw hypnosis

[rhapsoddity]

Im in love with the head empty vigilante sheriff au, but I can’t help but ask would the sheriff ever like be saved from spectrums control? If so who would save him? :)

with how deep jimmy was under spectrums control, it takes like a full week for the control to slowly fade, only managing to slip out with many attempts with potions,, but the affects only last so long

fwhip pushes past his "oh i totally dont care about jimmy" bc jim being this deep genuinely freaks him out, to the point that when jimmy's finally recovered, fhwip begs him to quit. they may not be friends anymore but wholeass being kidnapped?? yeah he cant look past that he wants jimmy to be safe

[zaftikat]

With that robotgirl post going around, I think it's time to remind you pervs of something important.

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

Oh, I have an idea about the Shadow Milk Cookie

Add it to HYPNOTISM

(Please 😐🙂).

Shadow Milk Cookie doesn't use his hypnosis often. He enjoys making you see things his way naturally. But sometimes you just get to be.. too much.

So he speaks, voice enchanting and eyes a beautiful shade of blue. He wraps you in his arms so you have nowhere to go.

He loves seeing you slowly relax and see things his way. Even if it's tedious, it's fun!

[ashensgrotto]

Never Had A Friend (Like Me) - Part 3

Original art piece by pfbatakopd on twitter (Used only for Header. Do NOT REPOST ORIGINAL ART)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (You Are Here)

YandereSoulmate! AU:

Part 1 (Am I Feeling Love?)

Part 2 (Protective)

Part 3A & Part 3B (Poor Unfortunate Souls)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto X F!Reader

Word Count: 9,105

Synopsis: A chance for redemption comes in the form of a wish…

Author’s Notes: Ok, here we go. I received an anonymous message in my inbox for the next part of the Yandere!Soulmate series and I was actually going to work on it - but with the arrival of GloMas, working on the next part of ‘Raison D’être,’ wanting to finish “Weren’t You Aware, Angelfish?”, AND the holidays, time got away from me and I forgot about Scarabia’s segment for a short while. 

However, because you all seem to enjoy this and want to know if the tako has redeemed himself - I figured I would work to get this part done. Now, warning - Pompefiore’s part is going to take a bit of time to complete because I will have to wiggle my way through my memory bank and replay a few parts of it (which is approx 76 chapters in length for those players who haven’t made it that far into the game yet) since I’m working so deep into Ignihyde’s chapter right now (which is a doozy - I’m still in chapter 67-tower 1, oof help).

This one is also going to be split into three parts - I promise it will not be a long wait for the second & third parts as this is my Christmas gift to all of my readers <3

Thank you all for your continued support!

Notes: Last part of 'A Friend like Me'!

Pompfiore's part will take some time to go through - I'm likely going to be busy up until the second or third week of January, hence I will be taking a short Hiatus from Yandere!Soulmate AU to focus on a few other projects. I will also be updating Raison D’être in the next few weeks after the holidays have passed.

Thank you everyone for your continued support and I will see you in the next story!

Warnings are as follows: yandere behaviors, manipulation, imprisonment, & hypnosis

***

Can your friends do this? Can your friends do that?

Can your friends pull this out their little hats?

Can your friends go - POOF!

***

Azul shook his head as he pulled himself up off the ground after landing, brushing himself off. He took in his surroundings, noticing that he still seemed to be within the Scarabia dorm, but unsure of where. Sands still surrounded him from all angles - making him feel more like a mer out of water than anything else - and a noticeable chill hung in the air, cold enough to make out the fiat traces of one’s breath as it hung in the air. Azl’s eyes shifted around as his mind began to refocus. Where was he? And… where were you?

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” he spun around before hearing your grunt as you pulled yourself up from under a pile of sand and fur.

“Owww…” Grim clutched at his head, his eyes screwed shut as he moaned softly, “I really can’t catch a break around here…”

“I feel that…” you sigh, sitting back on your knees, gripping your lower back as you wince in pain.

“(Y/n)! Are you alright?!” Azul moved quickly, his breath coming out in pants as he knelt beside you, his gloved hands tilting your head up to examine you. 

You were covered in sand and were shivering from the cold, your teeth chattering as you took in deep breaths. Your face had a cut on the forehead and your eyes seemed a little hazy, dazed from the landing. You steadied yourself against Azul’s hold, the warmth of his gloves warming your cheeks.

“I’m alive… barely. It felt like he knocked us into next week and then some.”

“It would appear that he flung us some distance. Are you two alright?”

“Fine - given that we were knocked to the ends of the earth,” you answer as Azul pulls you up with Grim in your arms, “Where’s Jade? Floyd? Kalim?”

“Over here, shrimpy!” the tuba voice of Floyd spoke a little ways away as he approached, his arms wrapped around himself, “Brr! It’s seriously cold here. It’s like we’re under the ice floes or somethin’.”

You feel a shudder rattle through you as Azul wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to keep you semi-warm under the covering of his overcoat. The temperature here was noticeably different from when you were in the Scarabia dorm - it would seem that at the edge of the desert dorm was freezing like the inside of an icebox. 

Jade was crouched beside Kalim, the ex-headwarden of Scarabia, rubbing his forehead as the others approached, “Where am I?”

“Good, you’re awake,” Jade sighed in relief, “I believe we are at the edge of the dimension that contains the Scarbia dorm.”

“So… Jamil literally did send us to the ends of the earth,” Grim chirped in surprise, before glowering, “When we get back there, I’m going ta let ‘im have it-”

“How, though?” you asked, “We don’t have any carpets, or brooms.”

“And with this cold, I doubt Kalim and (Y/n) will last long out here,” Azul nodded in agreement.

“It’ll be a slog,” Floyd shrugged, “but walkin’s our only way back.”

“Floyd,” Azul growled, “we spent quite a bit of time in flight before we landed here. It could take hours - wait, more likely days at this rate - to trudge back on foot. And… I can’t take another minute of you with that voice. I’m tearing up the contract and annulling it.”

“O-oh c-come on, Azul,” you shiver, trying to be light-hearted, “H-he’s h-having f-fun.”

“Having fun, my ass, (Y/n),” Azul grumbled, “That voice is annoying me - even more so than his normal one. Back to the old voice, Floyd.”

“Aww… but I like bein’ all baritone.”

A snap of his fingers and the contract disintegrated, leaving Floyd clearing his throat as his normal voice returned to him.

Kalim let out a soft sniffle then, “Jamil… I trusted you.”

“Hey, you cryin’, sea otter? Your tears are gonna freeze over, ya know,” Floyd asked.

“It’s all my fault…” Kalim sobbed a little harder, “I drove Jamil to the brink without realizing it. The real Jamil would never do such things! He’s a good guy… always helping me… giving me a shoulder to lean on… and… and…”

Azul rolled his eyes. Before he could open his mouth however -

“Isn’t th-that the a-a-attitude r-right there what d-drove him to th-the b-brink?” you asked, your voice shaking still from the cold.

“Wh-what…?” Kalim looked at you in awe.

 “Yikes, (Y/n) - you do go for the jugular sometimes…” Grim spoke up from his spot.

“I’m with shrimpy on this,” Floyd agreed, turning toward Kalim, “Sea otter, you’re… TOO nice. It’s kinda grating.”

“Grating?”

“Yes,” Jade nodded in agreement, “If I were betrayed in the same way you were - I’d lash out with a torrent of unmitigated verbal abuse to break them down mentally, then bind them and drag them beneath the waves. The way you blame yourself and to excuse Jamil’s behavior is… a tad galling.”

“Galling? Really? Kalim asked this as if it was a compliment, “But… Jamil would never betray me…”

“News flash; he did,” Floyd shouted.

“A-And the w-way he w-was m-making you out to be the b-bad guy and get you expelled is even m-more nerve-wracking,” you explain, “H-However… I d-do understand why Jamil d-did it.”

“Huh?” Kalim and Grim looked at you in shock.

“Allow me to explain,” Azul adjusted his glasses, “Kalim - you carry yourself like a goody-two-shoes, laughing off conflict with a flippant word or two. Those remarks, however, are barbs on the skin to those that are calculating and twisted - Jamil and myself being prime examples. They might seem like nothing, but to us - it makes us go crazy and push harder to see you reach your breaking point.”

“And w-when you d-didn’t, Jamil t-took alternative m-measures,” you finish.

“You seem to really know the inner workings here, (Y/n),” Grim commented, looking up at you.

“T-Takes one t-to know one,” you answer, looking at Azul.

“I would argue, though, that in Kalim’s case,” Jade spoke, clasping his hands behind his back, “that it might be simply a case of naturally innocent disposition.”

“So… what you’re saying is… that Jamil’s… a bad guy?”

“Extremely,” everyone says in unison.

“In that case,” Kalim stands, resting his hands on his hips, “I’d better get back fast! I have to punch Jamil and yell ‘Traitor!’”

“You ought to make him march to the oasis and back ten times,” Grim growled, his ears falling behind his head.

“That, and we’ll need to bring him to his senses fast,” Azul agreed, “If we don’t, his magic reserves will run dry and his life could be in danger.”

“And thus that puts us back where this whole conversation started,” Floyd grumbled, “How’d we get back? Walkin’?”

“If there was a river, we could swim back,” Jade commented, looking around, “Though, it appears the rivers here are all dried out.”

“So, lack of water is the problem?” Kalim asked with a knowing smile.

“Of course,” Azul answered, “Floyd and Jade can easily outpace brooms and magic carpets for that matter when they’re in their true forms. However, we can’t exactly restore a river - even my own magic wouldn’t be able to -”

“Maybe you can’t, but I can!”

“What?!”

“‘Oasis Maker’!” your eyes widened, “Kalim! T-That’s it!”

“What do you mean?” Azul asked, looking down at you, “I thought Grim said it was only a glorified waterspout.”

“‘Oasis Maker’ allows me to produce an enormous volume of water with just a smidgen of magical power,” Kalim explained, “If I make you a river, you can get us back to the dorm, right?”

“T-that’s… your signature spell?! That’s insane!”

“It’s pretty useless when you have running water, though,” Kalim shrugged.

“Some countries don’t HAVE that sort of infrastructure!” Azul shouted, “Great Sevens, Kalim! Your power would make you nothing short of a HERO to those people! That’s… that’s… ABSURDLY marketable!”

“Azul!” you smack his cheek light, returning him to the task at hand.

“Kalim, if you would oblige us?” Jade asked.

“Of course! One river coming right up!” Kalim smiled, closing his eyes as magic began to encircle him, “Then water you shall have… and I’ll make it cool and refreshing for you! Respite in the scalding sands, a never ending party. Dance! Sing! Oasis Maker!”

***

The dorm was still cloaked in darkness by the time the group returned, sneaking into the lounge.

The students of the Scarabia dorm all encircled Jamil, who lounged before them in the headwarden’s chair as he ordered the students about, each of them still entrapped in a puppet-like state.

“The good thing is that he hasn’t gone too far to the point of no return yet,” Jade commented, looking over the banister before turning to the group, “Azul - do we have a plan?”

“We’ll have to snap Jamil out of his trance as you’ve done to me,” Azul answered, “But we also need to get close enough for both Kalim and (Y/n) to reach him.”

“Huh?” Grim asked, “What do you mean?”

“I agree, it would be too dangerous for (Y/n) to get involved with this,” Jade answered.

You looked over at Jamil, a feeling and the same urge slowly growing within you.

“You feel it, then?” Azul asked you softly.

You turn and give him a slow nod, “I do.”

Azul huffed - he had little choice in the matter. He turned to the others, “Here’s the plan - (Y/n) and Kalim will take this side of Jamil while Jade, Floyd, and I distract him. Grim - I’m expecting you to form a barrier to keep unwanted guards out of the way.”

“No worries, Azul,” Grim gave a mischievous smirk of confidence, “Grim the Great is at your service!”

“Do you think we’ll be able to pull it off?” you ask quietly.

“Trust me, angelfish,” Azul winked, “You know what to do.”

The group split, hiding themselves among the crowd of students, slowly inching forward toward Jamil.

“Haha! That’s it… go on,” Jamil’s twisted voice spoke as he sat back in his chair, closing his eyes, “keep singing my praises.”

“I never realized what a gallant figure you cut.”

“You oughta LIVE on a throne…”

“Your intelligence is beyond compare.”

“There’s royalty, then there’s you.”

“You look so strong and powerful!”

“Jamil, Jamil, he’s our man, if he can’t do it… GREAT!”

Jamil bolted upright at the sight of the five exiled students standing before him, “Wait, it’s YOU?! I sent you to the ends of this dimension! How did you get back so fast?!”

Kalim stepped forward, a hand in front of you while Scarabia’s headwarden staff was clutched in his hand, “I filled a dry river with water and we swam back.”

“Not that it was a cakewalk,” Floyd growled, “I’ll tell ya - I’m pretty worn out!”

“Tch,” Jamil tsked darkly, “Now I see… you used Kalim’s signature spell. And here I’d written it off as a worthless gift only good for watering plants or filling a pool.”

“Heh - you clearly don’t appreciate Kalim’s power for what it is then,” Azul shrugged, gripping his cane tighter.

“Jamil - I now see what you’ve thought of me all this time. There can be no question now - you are a coward and a traitor!” Kalim shouted, “Face me in combat! I’ll win back the housewarden seat you’ve stolen from me.”

“You accuse me of stealing?” Jamil stood, the overblot power growing around him, “You’re the one who stole everything from me! Now you shall witness my true power! Cower before my might! Phenomenal… cosmic… power!”

A fire bolt was flung and everyone ducked as the puppet dorm launched forward.

Grim blew a wall of fire up, preventing the students from getting involved and kept his guard up should any of them attempt to bypass the barrier. Floyd and Jade shot forward, pens at the ready and spewed fire and flora at Jamil’s attacks, Azul following close behind. Kalim worked from the side, keeping you behind him as he waited for his opening.

Azul dodged an attack, gritting his teeth, “Sevens! How much power has he been hiding all this time?!”

“I refuse to give up!” Kalim shouted, a wave of water mixing with Azul’s ice shield forced Jamil further back, the overblotted vice warden now taking on the defense. 

Suddenly, Jamil’s power made everyone lose their footing, the group falling to the ground, “You little fools… you thought you could defeat the most powerful being on Earth!”

“Jamil! Snap out of it!” Kalim begged, looking up at his friend-turned-enemy, “You have always been powerful! You don’t need that darkness to prove otherwise!”

“You don’t understand!” Jamil shouted, “You always had to be the best! You always had to be better than me! I could never outdo you! I. Wasn’t. ALLOWED. TO! I was FINALLY going to be free… to be number one…”

As Jamil raised his hand, a figure darted to him… and another resounding ‘smack!’ echoed in the room as Jamil fell back.

“Jamil!” Kalim rushed forward, but was held back by Azul.

“Kalim! Wait!” Azul shouted.

“Azul? What’s going on?” Jade asked as he and Floyd watched on.

You stood before Jamil - eyes locked on each other as tears suddenly began to appear in Jamil’s eyes. 

“Jamil…” your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, “I’m so sorry you had to endure that life… to be forced to hide your true self behind the pretense of incompetence, to always be… second-rate. I know that pain of wanting to be number one, too. Life… has truly been unfair to you - but this is not the way to fight back. You fight back… by simply being you - show your true strength in your magic… in your abilities. Then… you’ll get the recognition you want and deserve.”

Jamil’s features shifted before them, an arrangement of anger, frustration, fear… and sorrow. He bowed his head and the darkness slowly receded from his form.

Azul and Kalim moved quickly - Azul to your side and Kalim to Jamil’s. Kalim leaned over Jamil’s form as the vicewarden slowly reawoken.

“Ngh… Where am I?”

“Good,” Azul smiled as he sat with you at Jamil’s other side, “You’ve regained your senses.”

Kalim started to sniffle before large fat tears rolled down his cheeks - the regained housewarden pressing his face into the carpeting as he cried Jamil’s name, “I-I’m so glad you’re alive… so so glad…”

“Must you always be so dramatic?” Jamil sighed, sitting up, “I’m fine.”

“I… I never knew… how miserable you were all this time *sniff* *hic*. A-All this time… I never knew *sniff* just how much I put you through… So, l-let’s just stop. We can stop holding back on account of our social status.”

“Um… what?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly as Kalim explained - relieved that the two could act as rivals for the spot of number one and - to be equals. Azul arched a brow at you in silent question.

“Azul - mind if I talk to you?”

“Not at all, angelfish.”

He followed you out into the hallway, away from mischievous eyes as you took a breath and gave the headwarden a small smile, “First and foremost - I want to thank you for your help. I know that it normally isn’t like you to poke your… tentacles in other people’s businesses unless there’s a deal to be had.”

“(Y/n),” Azul gave you a smirk, resting his hand on your shoulder, “If you recall when you first came here, I said I would take responsibility for you.”

“You also promised to get me home,” you reminded him.

“Yes - I did. The point I’m trying to make here is that… regardless of if you’re in Octavinelle or not, I will still want to protect you - to make sure you’re safe,” Azul answered, “Have I not done just that? Does this not prove that I’m more than willing to at least be there when you need it most?”

You let out a sigh and nod, “I suppose so.”

Azul nodded, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, “(Y/n), I want to be there for you, to help you… will you at least allow me a second chance to prove that I’m more than what I appear?”

You look at Azul wearily, your gaze shifting a bit before meeting his eyes again. 

His sea blue eyes, framed by the semi-rimmed glasses, still held a possessive desire within them - however, hope also burned within. He could have turned you away when you had initially asked for help, he could have ensnared you in a bubble - take away your voice - or even turn you into a mermaid again… and yet he didn’t. As you looked into his gaze, it seemed all Azul wanted… was another chance.

You let out a soft sigh and nod, “I think you should, and I believe you do. I would prefer to rewarm myself back up to you - which means I would like to stay in Ramshackle with Grim.”

Azul nodded, as much as he wanted to argue. He needed to get you to trust him again - which meant he would have to work extra hard to earn your favor again, “Very well. If you would like - I would be willing to help give you a few things that would help with the accommodations greatly. Whatever you wish, I will make it happen.”

“And what will you get out of it?” you ask, already knowing that Azul was looking for something.

“Your time,” Azul answered with a smile, “To be honest, the students of Octavinelle miss working with you. I know the headmage has you running ragged with janitorial duties, but if you could work a day or two in the lounge - I will consider it more than enough payment.”

“And, during my shifts, you’d be able to talk with me while we’re working.”

“Correct,” the headwarden nodded, “Does this seem like a fair deal to you?”

You nod in agreement, “More than, thank you.”

Azul offers a gloved hand, which you took with a shake.

The first steps to amending the bridge were in place… as well as the first steps toward an unknown trap.

[llamagoddessofficial]

We all love Baggs. We all simp for Baggs. One might even say... he has us all in enthralled~?

Thank you @megalommi for this delightful commission of Baggs meeting his Soulmate~

---

He knew as soon as his magic touched your Soul.

... He’d often pondered the nature of Soulmates. It was only natural- he was a man of science, after all, someone who found themselves interacting with Souls as frequently as he did would ask similar questions. Something as statistically rare yet culturally universal and ingrained as Soulmates had fascinated him whenever he was unoccupied enough for it to cross his mind. 

One of the many questions he’d asked himself, was how do soulmates know each other for certain? How can two incredibly complex beings, with different lives and experiences, do little more than touch hands and immediately gain a sense of higher connection? Was there some kind of hormonal or chemical release, some kind of magical frequency resonation, or something else yet unbeknownst to science? He had done his own research, obviously, and had asked those lucky enough to find their intended. Some described it as like waking up. Others, like seeing colour for the first time, or hearing a loved one’s voice calling their name across a crowded room of strangers. Many drew parallels between literary works, but most simply replied that they ‘just knew’.

...

Baggs was hyper-aware of the physical symptoms, as he stared with wide sockets at the human knelt before him. It was like lightning was streaking through his magic system, buzzing in his bones and flaring his eyelights. His Soul was thudding against his ribs like a heartbeat. He couldn’t feel his hands, or tongue, there had been a fleeting sensation of warmth across his whole body akin to standing by a fire- he suspected that was the ‘good feeling’ he was supposed to have, that everyone talked so much about. He suspected that feeling was supposed to carry him away.

... It hadn’t. It had certainly washed away the brief smugness he’d felt, at so easily drawing another poor, lost human under his hypnotic thrall once again. He’d been proud of himself, his magic subjugating you instantly despite your obvious discomfort in his presence. 

He had been allowed that split second of first-sight love. But now, all he felt was cold dread. 

... this is my soulmate. He became more and more certain, the longer he looked into your glazed eyes, his own magic shimmering in them softly. His confidence was melting. my soulmate is a human. of course it’s a human. the universe is playing a cruel trick on me.

No wonder ensnaring you had been so easy. No wonder your Soul had all but fallen into his magic. His mind was racing; your Soul recognised him, just like he’d recognised you. Despite your physical discomfort, instinctively, you trusted the monster destined to be your partner. Wasn't there something tragic about that?

did you feel it too? did you feel the pull? His teeth parted, a breath escaping him. You stared back, blank and hapless. would you know, the way a monster would know? would you know him? would you... would you want...?

...

Baggs closed his sockets, and his mouth. 

no- that was enough of that. He hated being unable to control his thoughts and feelings, and he despised being slave to them; right now he was both. The distaste brought him reeling back to earth. Now was not the time to be floundering, standing out in the open like an amateur, with his metaphorical heart bleeding at the mere sight of a Soulmate. He felt flickers of anger, at being shaken so deeply... you’re a scientist, fool. control yourself. this is just another hurdle to surmount- another problem to solve.

He was anything if not a master of himself. Baggs drew his thoughts inward... he took a breath. He stilled his mind.

...

When his sockets opened, his Soul no longer pounded his ribs. His smile was back, he let his shoulders ease. His confidence returned.

much better.

“There we go.” He purred, putting his hands behind his back. “Good girl. My apologies for that little... wobble. Forget what I said- there’s been a change of plan. Why don’t you come with me? We have so much to discuss.”

There was something he found rather amusing about asking questions to a human under his control. As if they had any say in the matter. You made a sound in the back of your throat, it barely resembled one of affirmation- but he appreciated how cute the effort was. He let himself truly grin again.

... Intent on retaining his control over himself, he refused to think too deeply about how comfortable your Soul felt surrounded by his magic. Like it was always meant to be his.

"On your feet, human. I have an idea."

///---///

You woke up dazed, looking up at a white ceiling. You... definitely weren’t in your own bed. 

Stuffy head, heavy limbs, you felt tired. Unusually so. You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the tiredness- usually, waking up in a new place would shortly be followed by the necessary memories to make sense of your current location. Were you on holiday? At a friend’s place? Stopping off somewhere, did you fall asleep on the couch? But you couldn’t remember how you got here. No matter how long you waited, staring at the ceiling, no memories came.

You sat up, slowly, and worked on gathering yourself out of your tiredness as you looked around the room. It resembled a lab room, with spotless white tile floors, a chair pulled up by your bed, and some kind of complex-looking machine set against the wall. Your bed was actually pretty nice- a big mattress, white pillows that were large and fluffed, a heavy blanket that sported a sweet pink colour decorated with blue pinstripes. You were in a comfortable, light cotton gown... the room had a blue potted plant on a shelf, and was a pleasant temperature.

...

You were still confused. Still no memories. Where were you?

Magenta  

you’re in hospital.

... You didn’t ‘flinch’, but you did twinge, eyes slightly narrowing. You put a hand to your head. Yes, of course, you were in hospital... of course. You knew that. 

But... why did you know? It was like someone had just... planted that information inside your memory. Like a pretty seed, happy in its home, but surrounded by disturbed earth.

you’re safe here. you like it here.

...

You pulled back the covers, despite how warm the bed was, stepping out. Your feet were bare. Huh, the floor was warm too- underfloor heating?

You didn’t stop to look at the room for long. You’d already noticed that the complicated machine in the corner was covered in a thin film of dust; no one had used it in a long time. Instead, you moved over to the door. It opened automatically, almost making you jump, sliding sideways out of your way instantly and disappearing into the wall. 

Underfloor heating? Automatic doors? This is one hell of a hospital.

... You poked your head out of your room, curiously. The hallway was small, with similar featureless automatic doors on either end, empty and quiet. It looked just like your room, but a little brighter, cute medical posters on the walls and more delicate blue potted plants sat neatly on shelf edges. It all seemed... brand new. 

You felt like you were waking up more, now. The tiredness was lifting like a spell, and your head was finally starting to ask relevant questions. Where is this hospital? How did I get here? Why is it so high-tech? Where is everyone? 

You crossed the hallway, moving over to one of the far doors. The floor was spotless, smooth underfoot. The door didn’t open when you approached. You weren’t even entirely sure what you were doing, you just felt like you needed to find someone and get an explanation as to where you even were.

you’re in hospital.

Yes, I know that. You told yourself, like you were lecturing a child, disregarding the sudden thought again. You made your way across the hall to try the other door.

... Before you could get there, it opened on its own.

... There was a skeleton standing in the doorway. He had a smooth skull, perfect teeth, and deep dark eyesockets, little pinpricks of light floating in them like irises. One white, one purple. He had soft features, you didn’t expect that on a skeleton, but there was a.... roundness to him, that you liked. He was dressed in a neat white lab coat, decorated with classy magenta trim, smart black rubber gloves covering his hands. He looked like a particularly fashionable mad scientist.

He seemed surprised, for a second, face half shadowed by the doorway. But only a second. The room behind him did not look like the rest of the hospital wing- it was darker, greener. But you didn’t have time to look for long... his face melted into a smile, and he stepped through, the door closing behind him.

...

You had a bad feeling, all of a sudden. A strong bad feeling that smothered your initial pleasant thoughts about this cute, round skeleton. You stumbled back a step. Your mind was telling you, loudly, you did not want to be alone in a room with this man.

... Though he wasn’t intimidating in stature or shape, something about him deeply unnerved you. Perhaps it was the tiny specks of light in otherwise dark, dark sockets, like little remnants of a real person lost in a void. Perhaps it was the long shadows under said sockets, the signs of someone who had pushed his mind (and body) to its limits. Perhaps it was his unmoving white grin, creepily plastered to his face, or the too-relaxed way that he held himself.

His purple eyelight glimmered like a gemstone. Suddenly, your feet were rooted to the spot.

“... Oh... hello, my dear.” He said, voice silky, approaching you calmly. He spoke in a saccharine, almost patronising tone, all but pouting his lips and babytalking you. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. But you know... It’s important you stay in bed.”

Your hair stood on end as he drew nearer. My dear? “Who are you?”

He cocked his head, slightly, at your question. But he kept smiling, stepping into your personal space bubble.

“Doctor Baggs.” He said, easily, a hand settling on the small of your back. You still couldn’t move. “Come, now... back to your room.”

... He tapped his gloved finger against your back. Clearly, in a steady rhythm, you could hear the rubber against the fabric of your gown- he tapped three times. 

One. Two. Three.

... 

... The nervousness about his presence melted, like frost in the sun. The sharp edges of worry in your thoughts dulled- you made a little humming sound, tired again, heaviness returning to your eyelids. 

“Good human.”

You didn’t resist, or even protest, when he started walking you.

“... I know I’m in hospital. But where am I?” You asked, dumbly, looking at him. “Am I dead?”

A soft chuckle. He suddenly looked so friendly, so soft and harmless. He was even a little bit handsome. What had you been afraid of?

“No, my dear. This is a special hospital, in the Underground.” His eyelight was pretty, you were focused on it rather than your room’s door opening. “You know what the underground is, don’t you?”

“... Oh.” Yes, you knew that, your gaze wandered off. The Underground, where the Monsters lived. More information that was just in your head, like it had been there the whole time. “Yeah.”

“You had a nasty fall.” His hand stayed on the small of your back as he moved you toward your bed. He was all but cooing. “You’re being treated, aren’t you?”

“... For a concussion.” The words came out of your mouth before you’d even thought them. You sat down on the bed obediently, it was very comfy.

“That’s why it’s hard to think.” He put a hand on your knee, his voice took on a silky quality. “You find it very hard to think, right now, don’t you? You find it hard to make sense of the world around you. But that’s alright, because you know it is caused by your concussion. Concussions make it hard to think. You trust your doctor.”

You looked at him again. “... Are you my doctor?”

“Yes.” He purred. “So it’s important you listen to me, darling. Only me.”

You were laying back. When did you do that? That same white ceiling above you. You felt dizzy... sleepy... head stuffed with cotton. It was important you listened to him... hopefully you weren’t so tired you forgot his instructions.

“It’s alright, my dear.” Baggs said. “I'm already inside your head.”

Your eyes closed. But you could still see magenta.

it’s okay. no need to leave.

you’re just in hospital.

///---///

...

... This wasn’t fair.

Baggs glared at your reclined form, as your eyelids fluttered, like you were personally responsible for this injustice. 

well... in a way, you were.

At the very least, he comforted himself with the knowledge that this was very interesting. The way you responded to his magic was strange, unique, and fascinating to observe. Your Soul seemed to know his touch, welcoming him like an old friend- and though that made you dreadfully easy to hypnotise, it also made you incredibly aware of when he was interfering with your head, in a way he’d never seen in any subject before. You found his implanted memories like a bloodhound picking up a scent, his triggers like lone clouds in an otherwise clear blue sky. He couldn’t deny a certain level of abject fascination.

... But the fact you were interesting didn’t make up for the rest of it.

His perfect teeth gritted. He had dedicated his life to freeing monsterkind from their prison, to achieve his brother’s happiness. Why did the universe insist on throwing a wrench in his machine now, when it was already far too complex to stop? He had sacrificed so much for others, even the very core of his being. Had he not done enough to deserve a break?

He’d been so sure before. He still understood his overwhelming responsibility... the future of an entire race, resting on his shoulders. And the part of him that had driven him to make the ultimate sacrifice told him he couldn’t just stop now- that part of him knew he was too deep to turn back. It was the part of him that wanted to continue his mission, to save his people; it was tragic that he couldn’t have his Soulmate, yes. But it wouldn’t be the first part of himself he had given up. His whirring, scientific mind wanted him to find a way to sever this inconvenient bond... if anything, scientifically, this was a fantastic research opportunity, he had the chance to examine a real Soul bond in ways that no one ever had before. And since it was his bond, he could do what he wanted with it. He didn’t have to fear moronic questions like ‘why?’ or ‘is this ethical?’. 

what kind of stress could a bond resist? was there a reliable way of cutting off the connection? 

He felt his eyelights sharpen, hand balling into a fist. Yes- he could cut the bond. Rid you both of this troublesome link. Then, he’d have no qualms about doing what he needed to do, for the good of his kind.

He had a greater purpose than... playing house with a human.

...

but you want that, don’t you? you want to live in peace.

His breath quivered. It was getting more and more difficult to still his mind.

you’ve always wanted that.

... Part of him wanted to be rid of you. But oh... much, much more of him wanted to have you. He wanted you, he wanted this. You were his one in a billion, he knew logically that this feeling was just the pull of his Soul, but his Soul constituted his being, didn’t it? He wanted to care for you forever. He wanted you to meet General, and then he could look after you both. Even now, keeping you in a pretty little cut off wing of the lab, he felt a deep instinctual pleasure from ensuring you were warm and safe somewhere nice. 

Once he cut your connection, there was no going back. 

He swallowed. What... what if... he just let himself have this? 

... What if, just this once, he allowed himself to put his own happiness above that of others?

... 

...His chest hurt. He lifted up his hand, and drew your Soul out of your chest with precision that only a scientist could have. You didn’t even shift. The glowing object appeared with the gentlest of shivers, hovering suspended above you... his glove was off before he could think, he was aching to feel its glow against his bones. 

He cupped it, carefully. Like one would cup an injured bird.

... Would it really hurt anyone, to give himself this small selfishness?

...

You Soul hummed, content. Souls were never this happy to see him. Any of the ‘warm’ Souls (particularly red) would fizz and shake ineffectually, even when under his complete control, a match still trying to produce a flame even when held in a bucket of water. The cooler colours, like cyan and green, tended to immediately shrink back from him in terror. Though all Souls would do that, in the end.

...

... Your Soul... it was all but purring. Settling easily into his hands, a kitten curling up. It felt warm, and happy, it liked being close to him. He found himself sinking onto his elbows... staring at the little glowing heart in his claws, his face in a contemplative frown, eye bags seeming deeper and heavier despite your Soul’s light casting on his face.

nobody would know, either way. if i cut the connection, or kept you for my own... nobody would know.

...

He allowed your Soul to return to your chest, after that small indulgence. His expression was still.

...

A hand on his.

He startled- when he looked down at you, your eyes were open, expression dazed but still soft. Not a hint of magenta. For a moment, he was caught off guard, pulled out of his reverie and not knowing what to do; he hadn’t told you to wake up. He hadn’t told you to do any of this.

“... You should... sleep.” You mumbled. Your eyes were so gentle. Your hand came up... a finger brushed across his cheekbone, then traced the darkness under his sockets. He was completely frozen. “... You look tired. I could...”

...

He suspected you were going to offer to help. Though there wasn’t much you could do, in your state. Your fingers continued to brush his face, warm and slow, and he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

His breathing hitched. you wanted to care for him. even now, when he had you under his thumb, you wanted to help him.

...

... He put his ungloved hand over yours. If only you knew he was beyond help.

“... I’ll sleep later, darling.” He said, warmly. “After you.”

“Mm... ok.” You hummed. You seemed mollified by that. Your eyelids fluttered shut... without his influence, you happily went to sleep. 

...

He placed your hand back down by your side. Once he was certain you were completely unconscious, he ran his hands across his skull, letting his head droop.

It was the first time in a long time that he truly didn’t know what to do.

[yummyyummie]

"Because that's what you are Marimoo. You are my food, my ooohhh sooooo delicious tasty feast. And I love you so much my charming priestess that I will keep sending you back out of me. Spitting up, birthing, or even reassemble you if I have to. I will never tire of tasting your wonderful skin in my throat and feel you sink down my gullet when I swallow you whole... And so I will... again and again. Because you are mine. Forever my lucky little Marimoo."

Getting drunk off of otherwordly fruit, hypnotized into submission and then eaten - Mari sure knows how to have fun during the night with Vexx

[swampstew]

Luffy, N-37 ~ Risky Sex

Summary: You were living your life at a local festival when you're approached by a handsome stranger. Flirty and seductive, the two of you go somewhere less public to get to know each other...better...

Warnings: Spicy and dark! Dead dove do not eat. Luffy as Boto Cor De Rosa, female reader, risky sex - public sex, voyeurism, fingering, vaginal penetration, cum spraying, kidnapping, reader ending unknown. Word Count: 1.1K

Boto Cor de Rosa  – mythical river dolphin beings characterized with superior musical ability, seductiveness and love of sex that often result in illegitimate children, and love to party. Despite the fact they come from a utopia full of wealth and without pain or death, the Botos/Encantados crave the pleasures and hardships of human societies. They are known for being fond of abducting humans with whom they fall in love or just about anyone near the riverlands who can keep them company, and taking them back to the Encante. Besides the ability to shapeshift into human form, encantados frequently wield other magical abilities, such as controlling storms, hypnotizing humans into doing their will, transforming humans into encantados, and inflicting illness, insanity, and even death.

You were a bit buzzed during the seasonal celebration in your neighborhood so you didn’t think the handsome man with curly hair smiling at you was anything different than a friendly face. A cute and friendly face, attached to a cute and friendly personality.

Luffy. A small scar under his eye was the first thing that caught your attention when you were dancing and twirling around. Then catching his gorgeous brown eyes. Those curly locks of hair. Drinking in his lean stature and relaxed vibe. In jean shorts, an unbuttoned vest, and weathered straw hat on his head even though it was well into the night.

You beckoned him over to dance, entranced by his skillful rhythm and moves as the party kept on. Letting him buy you drinks and street food when you needed a break. The conversation was interesting and full of exciting stories that he shared, and you were enchanted with him entirely. Something about Luffy that drew you to him, like an invisible force gently guiding you towards him, a statue of an indigenous sun deity with a crown of sunrays behind Luffy made him appear ethereal. Like he didn’t belong in this world and yet he was here, on this plane, with his hands on your hips and around your shoulder.

Hands that roamed your body more intimately the more you danced, the tighter your bodies pressed against one another, sweat beading your clothes to your skin from the humidity and closeness. It wasn’t until he kissed your shoulder tenderly that you felt like you were boiling over. His touch was so hot, it wasn’t burning your skin but it made you feel like you were being licked by fire.

Before long you felt his bulge rut into you as you shifted your hips to the beat of the music in a flirty way. You let out a light hearted giggle at his eagerness, pulling him by the chin to capture his lips with yours. It ignited something in him. He twirled you around by your waist and dipped you backwards in a desperate kiss. Pushing his erection into you with his hands squeezing your ass, not a care in the world if anyone saw.

His carefree attitude was infectious but you still had a little more shame than him, so you pulled Luffy away by the river bank. Close enough that you could slip back into the party with no one being the wiser.

Luffy didn’t even wait before you cleared the foliage to put his hands up your skirt. Relishing in the way your sloppy pussy was sucking up his fingers as he thrusted two inside you, humping your ass as he held you from behind against a tree. The music from the festival was loud enough to cover your cries but if someone happened to go off the path, you would not be shielded from them.

He let out a growl before pulling out of your pussy, slurping your slick of his fingers, “Turn around and squat on my face.”

Dizzy from the clouded haze of lust, you tilted your head in question before he positioned you himself. Bracing your back against the tree, he knelt in front of you before lifting your thighs over his shoulders and licking up your slit. Sucking your clit between his lips as his tongue slipped into your core and licked your walls fervently.

A peak in the music raised the volume and masked your high-pitched cries as you came in his mouth. He licked his lips and your pussy to clean up the mess you made. As he moved to mount you, you both froze when you heard a rabble of people moving closer to where you were fucking.

Ducking down, he led you through the bushes down to the river bank where you could no longer hear any one, save for the music and sounds of partying still going on. Letting out a nervous giggle, you wanted to say something to get the mood back but Luffy didn’t need it.

Wrapping you up in his arms, he enveloped your mouth with his as he lowered you both to the ground on a dry patch of grass. Rolling you over as he licked and nipped your skin, he pushed your skirt up to your waist and lined his cock to your entrance when he stopped.

“Only if you say.”

You shouted yes, squealing when his cock stretched you open as he slowly slid in. You couldn’t form words as he pistoned into you, sometimes thrusting in time to the fast paced music. Your ankles locked together against his butt, you pulled him deeper as your tongue began to loll. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt him push your legs back even farther, making you gush all over his cock.

With a triumphant cry, Luffy slammed his hips faster until his cock twitched, pulling out and spraying you with cum. You felt it splatter against your thighs, then it shot out further and stained your skirt. You dipped your fingers into the puddle on your skirt, annoyed at the quantity that would not be passable as a spilled drink.

“Don’t worry, I can clean you up at my place,” Luffy adjusted his hat. He took of his shirt and wiped down the excess mess off you before tossing the shirt aside. He gave you a smile, “It’s not far from here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah not a problem. It’s the least I can do for a sweetie with a cute smile.”

You couldn’t help the shy smile at the compliment, “Thanks. Lead the way.”

“So happy you said that,” he grinned widely.

Helping you up, at first you thought he was kidding around when he started walking into the river while pulling your hand. You were thigh deep in the water when you saw him pull down his straw hat and noticed the blowhole that had been previously hidden from sight. You watched in shock as Luffy’s skin became a rosy hue, pulling you further until you were waist deep in the water.

Luffy’s human form quickly morphed into that of a pink river dolphin. You tried to back away in terror but felt frozen, unable to squirm away even though Luffy was no longer holding you. He stood upright in the water, piercing you with his dark eyes – you felt a wave of calm wash over you.

His drifted closer to you and gently tugged on your arm with his jaw, and you followed without resistance. He let out a gleeful chitter as he swam behind you, eagerly pushing you forward until you were submerged entirely. Not once coming back up for air.

10 tiles to go, 45 calls made so far.

[letstalktea]

Content: amab!Harper x herm!pc, dubcon, Hypnosis (pc thinks they're a dog), pet play, tail plug

Note: This was supposed to be longer. There was supposed to be a second part, but I ran out of steam. After restarting this fic multiple times over the course of a few months, i dont have the energy to keep going when the brain is fried. Please accept what I have. 🙏

Word Count: 2.5k

Harper's home was nothing notable. It wasn't clean but it wasn't dirty, not big or small, nowhere that would stand out. It was comfortable for a single person and little else, which was more than enough for him. The entryway had an air of loneliness about it. He spent so little time in his own residence due to overworking that the rooms didn't even smell of him. If anything, the entire place smelled like pine from the last time he'd hired a cleaner to ensure dust hadn't gathered. That was weeks ago though. It was probably time he called someone else to dust and clean it again.

He sighed as he dropped his things in front of the door in an organized pile so he'd remember to grab them on his way out tomorrow. Then, having left his profession at the door, he stepped into the house proper and made his way toward the living room.

As soon as he stepped on the one floorboard that always squeaked louder than all the others, he could hear the sound of nails scraping against hard plastic along with excited barking and yipping. 

It was nice to be greeted when he got home for once. He hadn't realized just how pleasant it would be to keep a dog around until he'd brought one home.

“Shh,” he called softly as he stepped into the living room where a large cage inhabited not by a canine but a fully grown human sat. “You'll bother the neighbors.”

The barking turned into whining, but they quieted down almost immediately.

Harper lifted his fingers to the cage door, allowing them to sniff at all of the scents he'd picked up throughout the day. As soon as they recognized his unique smell, they began to timidly lick his hand.

“Good puppy.”

No one would care if an orphan, especially a bratty one that skipped classes and got into fights, went missing. In fact, it had become commonplace for them to disappear without a word and reappear just as suddenly all the worse for wear. Usually, he wouldn't care – shouldn't care – about what his patients got up to in their private time, but it was clear that their physical and mental health was starting to decline. Whenever they returned, they were half mad and rambling about one thing or another; wolves and hunters in the forest, massive birds descending upon them in the moors, specters in the lake – he took note of that last one. It was clear to Harper that his patient was suffering from delusions and traditional therapy would do little to help them – he'd tried, but a padded cell did little to comfort them. 

“Have you considered that you may simply be under an increased amount of stress and that's why you're making up these stories?” 

He had said it so casually and confidently that they almost believed every word out of his mouth despite their own experience. 

“I recommend some more therapy. One that will allow you to relax.”

His words were soothing as they wormed their way into their mind.

“Perhaps a form of role play where you won't be required to think or worry about a thing. It will be like an extended vacation.”

Everything started to fade around them as if their brain had simply stopped processing stimuli.

“It would be rather liberating to live without all the pressures of society or such an active imagination.”

It did sound nice…

“Pets, for example. Pets don't have to worry about anything other than being loved and cared for.”

A pet…

“You would make a good dog. You are a dog.”

They were only a dog…

That wasn't right! They tried to shake his words out of their head and recall themselves before he buried their ego somewhere they couldn't read ch it anymore, but their humanity was already slipping under the fog of his words. It was too late for them to deny that his words were their truth.

“I'll see to you personally to ensure you receive the best care.”

Now Harper was kneeling in front of the cage where he kept them and fiddled with the padlock that kept the door closed – for their safety of course. They obediently sat inside and watched as he turned the dial, wagging their back side so aggressively that the tail shoved into their ass flopped back and forth excitedly. As soon as he managed to finally release the lock and open the cage, they bounded out, jumping on top of him and licking at his face. Despite their poor behavior, he rubbed their head and watched with delight as they leaned into his scratches. 

While they sought his affection, he  took the opportunity to let his gaze rake over their body. As a dog, they didn’t need clothing – save for their collar and tags – so their breasts were on full display and bouncing whichever way gravity and physics pleased. They were magnificent to watch. Almost as magnificent as their soft cock that was inadvertently rubbing against his slowly growing erection through his slacks.

He chose to ignore it.

“Were you good while I was out?” He didn't expect an answer from a dog, but he liked to pretend they understood him.

The way they looked at him almost made it seem like they understood the question for a brief moment, but then they leaped off of him and went running down the hall on all fours.

Harper could hear them whining as they began to paw at the front door.

He sighed and groaned as he picked himself up from the floor, feeling the day's aches and pains in his bones as he moved. 

Keeping a dog was not for those who wanted to spend their free time relaxing, since they needed far more attention and stimulation than something like a cat. He liked his puppy though. Specifically, he liked the way they depended on him and sought his approval and affection. He liked the way their expression dropped if he was ever upset with them. He would like it if they were more obedient and less willful though. They were still in the stages where basic training was needed, hence the cage to keep them from causing mischief while he was out.

However, being kept in a cage for so long meant they had needs that hadn't yet been seen to. That's why, as he walked up to them, he wasn't surprised to find them shifting back and forth in front of the door.

“Sit,” he commanded and they listened so he could latch a leash onto the collar around their neck.

As soon as he opened the door to let them out, they began to dash ahead. The leach pulled taut and forced them to stay within a certain proximity to him, however. Harper was in no rush to let them get their way and took his time to lock the front door behind him, purposefully ignoring their whimpering and whining and begging until he was ready to move.

“Come.”

He ordered them to his side and they reluctantly did, their knees and palms scraping against the hard ground as they dragged them defiantly. Clearly they needed some more reinforcement when it came to walking beside him, but they were getting better about knowing their place. That did not change the fact that they tried to bound ahead every now and again or they blood that was clearly rushing through them as they attempted to run. It didn’t change that they were exposed and exposure, as he had taught them when they were still merely a willful patient, meant they should be excited; an excitement that made itself obvious in the way they became erect as they walked on all fours and would, occasionally, stop at his feet and look up at him pleadingly, which he promptly ignored.

He walked calmly down the street, carefully keeping them at his side and gently pulling on their collar every time they ran too far ahead or tried to act up. He ignored the rest of his neighbors that were also out. They were going about their day the same as him and required no further attention. None of them seemed to be paying any mind to his dog. From a distance, perhaps they couldn’t tell the difference between a dog person and a real human who thought they were a dog. Or maybe they were playing along just much as he was so they could enjoy the beautiful body on display before them. It was enchanting to watch them trot alongside him with their tail swaying behind them, their dick, pussy, and tits on full display for any who cared to look.

However, that consideration was not given by all people. Dogs were, after all, beloved by many and it was perfectly normal for someone to want to interact with them. That’s why he didn’t think much of it when a woman – one he vaguely recognized as his one of his neighbors and more readily recognized as a different patient – came up to him with her eyes transfixed on his pup.

“Is that your dog? Can I pet them?” The woman leaned in close, reaching out her hand before Harper could answer.

He didn't have the opportunity to give one either as his dog leaned forward. He expected them to sniff at her hand, but instead they opened their mouth and ran their tongue around her fingers. They sealed their lips around her digits and sucked at each one without concern for the depraved, sloppy sounds they made.

Unbeknownst to her, or maybe she was aware and didn’t care, Harper could see two small puddles forming just below where they sat; one from the juices dripping out of their cunt and the other from the beads of cum leaking from their cock. It was expected that a dog so free of inhibitions would become aroused if given the proper stimuli. He did not fault them for what was a natural reaction.

He also could not fault them when their less than innocent licking led them to jump onto the woman, grabbing onto the arm that had been outstretched for them to hold themselves up as they pressed against her, and began to frantically hump her leg. Perhaps if she had waited for a response, he would have warned her that his dog was easily excitable and that petting them wasn’t a good idea. As things stood, however, she had pressed forward without their owner’s approval and was currently dealing with the consequences of that action. Of course, he could always yank at their leash to warn them to behave themselves, but he would not fault his puppy for doing what came naturally. If anything, he was rather proud of the progress they’d made to distance themselves from any notion of the societal norms they’d once followed.

Plus, he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t enjoy the sight of their hard cock rubbing against her, leaving stains in the cloth wherever their leaking slit touched. Nor could he deny that he enjoyed the way their tongue rolled out of their mouth as they ignored the way the woman yelled for them to get off of her. If only they had run into a more accommodating neighbor, he would have allowed the scene to go on for longer. Alas, not everyone was ready for such liberation.

He pulled back harshly on their collar.

They yelped as they were sent tumbling backward and off the woman, looking up at Harper with a mixture of questioning, betrayal, and apology once they regained their footing and trotted over to his side.

“I apologize, Ma’am,” Harper said with his most professional voice. “They’re only a puppy, so I’m still teaching them not to jump on others.”

She looked like she wanted to argue, but a small part of her must have either not been in the mood for confrontation or had realized that she was in the wrong. Instead, she merely brushed at her pants, doing little in the way of removing the stains now embedded in the fabric, and huffed. “See that you do.”

“Thank you for your understanding.” 

He smiled outwardly, but made a mental note of how flustered she appeared to be – surely the first sign that she was more of a degenerate than she allowed herself to let on. Perhaps someday she would change her mind and allow herself to indulge in such depravities as being mounted in public. She certainly didn’t seem appalled by his dog’s presence based on the way her eyes lingered on their nakedness even after they had settled next to him.

He didn’t give much attention to such speculations after she stormed off though. Instead, he was fully focused on his bratty puppy – just as much of a brat as they’d been when human. Although, he wasn’t upset with them. Instead, he reached down to pet the top of their head.

He’d always told them to enjoy it when people looked at them and to want to do naughty things, but they had never listened to him the way he wanted them to. Now that they were merely a dog, it appeared whatever barrier had been holding them back seemingly vanished.

“Good puppy, but I think she would rather have mounted you.” At least, that was his guess based on how she still stared at them despite her apparent anger. “We should go home so I can teach you that trick.”

Harper wasn’t sure how much of their humanity was left in that head of theirs, especially when it came to understanding the words coming out of his mouth, but they seemed to understand his tone at the very least and he was anything but upset with them. That seemed to be enough to change their subservient pout into excited barking. They got onto their hands and knees and happily ran back toward the direction they had come from, stopping only once the leash went tight to wait for him to catch up.

Normally, it was that sort of behavior that he would discourage since he was supposed to be the one in charge but he was as eager to get home as they were, so he decided to ignore it this time. He simply couldn’t ignore that watching them had made him grow hard in his pants or that their sweet little cunt and bouncing cock weren’t continuing to tempt him. When they got home, he would gladly teach them what it meant to present themselves and beg to be touched rather than mindlessly humping whoever they wished.

[hypn0-k1tten]

Happy Valentine's Day 💘

Have some holiday-themed spirals

Be sure to drink some water and take time to love yourself today <3

[rhapsoddity]

spectrum likes to collect dolls but what if eg- fwhip and scotts powers were switched by another villan and fwhip made him a doll as revenge for what he did to jimmy? (gosh i wanna see that)

this looks far gayer than i meant to fwhip hates spectrum I sware-

[liminal-station]

It’s time for MODCAT’S FANART CORNER EPISODE 3 RETURN OF THE FANART

Today we’ve got some non-Submas-related art because believe it or not I’m in other fandoms! This piece is of @twistedtowers oc Regan with his two newest advocates 🌀

Trigger warning for blood, surgical implications, stitches, hypnosis, sharp teeth and eye contact

[askdrstiofficial]

based and inspired by Rule 34 by fish in a bird cage

[ravenmccookies]

Lil Vamptrap x reader drabble I made purely as a one shot kill against spacie but it took like 4 hours to write sooooo

||warning: kidnapping and hypnosis i guess||

The dead leaves crunch under your boots as you wander aimlessly through the pitch black forest. You had lost the dirt road hours ago, along with your good friend Michael. Mike heard rumors about a creature roaming the woods at night and wanted to check it out, but reasonably didn’t want to go alone. You thought you had seen something off the path and decided to investigate, but you couldn’t find it. Next thing you knew you were lost in the dark undergrowth of the woods. 

Cicadas buzz in the distance, and ravens and owls keep to themselves in the trees. It was mostly quiet, almost too peaceful. You try your best to avoid roots and thorny bushes as you search for the way back, but eventually a root snags your foot. Your eyes shut as you brace yourself for the fall, but it's interrupted halfway. You feel a soft yet cold hand clamp down on your wrist, keeping you from falling face first into the thorns. As you’re pulled up back to your feet, you look up into the stranger’s eyes. You’re met with a pair of bright yellow eyes looming above you. From what you can make out in the darkness, he had to be at least 8 feet tall. 

He speaks in a deep, soothing voice, “Hello, what brings you out on a beautiful night like this?”

As you explained to him how you had gotten separated from your friend, you noticed that his hand hadn’t let go of yours since he caught your fall. Despite the darkness, he seemed to be watching your every movement as you fumble with your words.

“Well, I think I saw a young man walking by earlier. Would you like me to walk you to him?” The tall, shadowy figure offers.

“Sure, lead the way.” You sigh. You really didn’t have much of a choice. It was either getting more lost or letting this stranger lead you back to civilization. He keeps his firm grasp on your hand as he leads you through the woods, which seemed to get more dense as time went on. You couldn’t help but feel wary of him, it felt more like he was luring you somewhere with the promise of reuniting you with your friend. You decided that some questions needed to be asked.

“Who are you?”

“You may call me Springtrap, and what is your na–”

“Why are you out here?”

He stops walking, pausing as if to choose his words correctly.

“I was just enjoying a nightly stroll.”

You could tell he was lying. Nobody goes this deep in the forest for a walk, let alone at night.

Minutes later, he leads you to a large clearing. Stars speckle the dark canvas of a sky, with the full moon being the center of it all. As the two of you step into the moonlight, its silver glow reveals your escort. He was a tall, animatronic rabbit with long fangs and was wearing a black cloak. Behind him in the distance stands an old stone castle that looked abandoned and no Michael in sight. 

Before you can speak up, his arm wraps around your chest while his free hand clasps over your mouth. He holds you to his chest as he walks backwards to what you could only assume was this horrible thing’s lair. He grumbles in annoyance as you kick and thrash in his grip in an attempt to break free. After minutes of you flailing as he slowly tries to drag you away, he groans in annoyance as he moves his hand from your lips down to your chin. He tilts your head up to meet his gaze, and you can’t bring yourself to look away. His eyes were oddly soothing to look at, putting your mind at ease. All the different shades of yellow, gold, and orange in his eyes blended beautifully together. You can’t move your body to fight back as he scoops you up with ease. Your mind feels fuzzy as he walks to the castle, and the last thing you hear before you black out is a deep purr coming from his chest.

[sneakyboymerlin]

[thelaughtercafe]

Sell Your SOUL*

Tea Type: Coffee

Potential Triggers: Mildly dubious consent for hypnosis

Pairing: Baggs/Reader

Length: 2.7+

Summary: You are a Human who opens an Empath clinic for monster kind; giving them a safe place to let out any emotions they may be feeling. Unlike the clinical and typically detached touch of therapists, you mirrored their emotions back at them, telling them what you felt, gently whenever possible and occasionally harshly if they refused to acknowledge their pain. Alphys finally allows you to meet Baggs, the one you know let them be released in the first place and you find yourself enraptured...he's just as curious about you. Oops. So much for keeping your distance. An interested doctor is a determined one. Hopefully it'll pay off.

After all...

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

It didn't take him long to notice. You tried though.

God, did you try.

You did everything possible to avoid looking at him when he did it. Actually, it was more like you found an excuse to leave altogether the second it began happening.

Becoming friends with monsters was something that came easily to you, being an Empath. Feeling others' pains and helping them through it in any way you could was what you were used to, and loved doing and none needed it more than Monsters when they came to the Surface. While Humans didn’t even consider Empaths real, Monsters had informed you it was actually a well-known and documented form of healing magic that Human’s once possessed long ago. With their help and support you'd even managed to open your own little practice, mainly catering to Monsterkind. Toriel has been the gateway to meeting everyone, but they all had such pain hidden within that you tried to help with. General had been no exception, nor had Undyne, Asgore or Alphys. Alphys...was how you ended up meeting him and experiencing his ability first hand.

-----

Instantly a chill went up your spine. A subconscious warning from your intuition that you should be careful, despite Alphys' introduction.

"Th-This is Baggs! He's really only allowed here for research, a-a-and his home of course, which is w-why you've never met him before on our outings, but t-truth be told, I'd say he spends more time here than home. Always hard at w-work on some e-e-experiment."

Her voice was light and chipper, but you'd come to know her well enough to see the signs of discomfort, the slight tremble of her voice, the stutter that slipped out here and there, and, perhaps most notably, the way she was very carefully avoiding looking Baggs in the eye, despite the skeleton looking directly at her

"I'll l-leave you two to get acquainted and make some tea and snacks alright? I'll be j-j-just in the other room!"

A warning for him and a reassurance for you.

Ouch.

You winced at the literal sting that went to your SOUL, quick and barely there as you pasted on a smile and nodded at her.

"Sure thing, Alph. I'm sure we'll be fine. I'm not worried."

She smiled despite it trembling at the edges and you felt her relax some before she was gone in a swish of fabric.

"not worried? heh. that's cute, for someone who hasn't deigned to meet my gaze yet. scared, little human?"

You weren't sure what you expected his voice to sound like but it certainly wasn't that. Dark, inviting, damn near on the cusp of being outright seductive while somehow still emanating danger.

You shivered and he snickered again.

You swallowed hard, and then you met his gaze, pushing through the shivers you'd just gotten and instead focusing on the pain you felt coming off of him in waves.

"Actually, I was just waiting for you to introduce yourself. I guess I should've gone first though, huh? Sorry. I'm pretty shy on first meetings, the lack of eye contact has to do with that, not because of what you did. If I was scared I wouldn't be here at all."

His expression didn't change but you felt how he was slightly taken aback, then the apprehension and finally the slight twinge of mischievous glee just beneath the surface.

You withdrew your Empathy just a tad. You didn't like going deep into what everyone was feeling without their permission, but you'd accidentally let your guard go up thanks to nervousness.

His eyes were just as pretty as you'd heard. Pink glowed vibrantly from his left eye as he drew closer, smile unflinching.

"you're certainly quite bold for a human. heh heh. or maybe just naive judging by that adorable blush on your cheeks."

You looked away briefly to try and collect yourself, huffing as you realized he was right. You were so focused on feeling your cheeks and calming yourself down you didn't even register your SOUL had been gently pulled from your chest until its purple glow was in front of you.

"hm. that explains it then. but what's-"

His browbones went down in concentration and confusion as he attempted to reach for your SOUL but you were already reacting, swiftly pulling it back into your chest protectively.

"No! I-please. Don't."

His once mildly friendly demeanor had turned to full on mistrust and you could see it from the blue starting to swirl in his left eye socket without any need for your Empathy.

"what are you hiding, little human?"

You merely shook your head, retreating slowly towards the door but you yelped as it abruptly closed without any input that you could see, whirling to see it slam.

You heard a whistle and when you jerked back, Baggs waved the remote with an eerie grin.

Oh, how the tables had turned.

"No offense, sir, but my SOUL isn't any of your business."

His smile widened, yet somehow he only seemed more menacing despite the even, soothing steps he took towards you. They echoed, perfectly in sync and never faltering. His tone sounded genuine but you could feel the underlying condescension and mocking.

"well that's not very nice of you, now is it? i thought you wanted to be friends. i'm merely curious. perhaps i can even help "

You gasped as your back hit the door and he easily caught your chin between his phalanges, and tilted your head to make you look at him, blue and pinknow both swirling evidently in his left eye. his voice was a purr.

"and please, do call me baggs. i much prefer to be referred to with the appropriate amount of reverence when that name is used, and i’ve no doubt you will use it…but not quite yet."

You felt...oddly heavy and the urge to squirm and shiver was palpable. What was happening? You knew you needed to look away, you had to, or else he was going to-

Well, what was the worst he could do? Alphys was just in the other room after all. She'd hear you if anything bad happened. Besides, Baggs was nice. He was handsome. He just wanted to help.

Why were you being so resistant again?

Resistant? Now why would you do that? Baggs was your friend. Don't you confide in your friends?

You searched for something, anything.

Grasped, struggled, for something to lock on to.

Something to feel-

Pure, sadistic, addictive, control

You awoke out of your trance with a gasp violently breaking away from Baggs' grip on your chin before cradling your head, hands shaking, eyes slammed shut and face turned away.

"Don't do that a-again."

You chattered a little, still shivering from the aftershocks of ecstacy forced into you. At least he hadn’t forced you to do anything.

"guess everyone is scared of something after all, hm? pity. i think you're cute when you're all helpless like that, you know. even scared as you are now you're adorable."

Your face lit in flame and the words were the spark you needed to lunge for the door again with a gasp, suddenly recalling the manual switch on the side and nearly bolting out in your haste.

When did you forget? Just how long had he been in your head?

Baggs' alluring laughter followed you all the way to the exit, as did his final words to you.

"see you soon, little human."

-----

Despite your...intense first meeting he hadn't made any effort to antagonize you since when you began seeing him again. He acted as if nothing had happened in fact, merely smiling your way and returning to chatting with Toriel nearby as if you'd had a normal meeting.

Alphys, the only other person who knew vaguely what had happened, as she’d ran out after you, merely sighed.

"A word of advice from someone who's k-known him and worked with him. Don't let him get to you. Or at least, don't let h-h-him know he's g-gotten to you. And...try not to let him do it a-again. It'll just-"

Her voice had quieted conspiratorially with every sentence but she was cut off as familiar bony arms latched around both of your shoulders.

"It'll just what, al?"

His voice was bright but you felt the anger ebbing off him in waves and Alphys abruptly smiled shakily, turning to him in an attempt to not seem afraid.

"you wouldn't happen to be talking about me would ya? haven't ya ever heard-"

"Actually, sounds to me like you misunderstood. You're not interesting enough to warrant talking about Baggs, hate to break it to you. We were talking about a game character. Jeez, are you always so self-centered~?"

Your tone was teasing but your light glare of warning for him trying to frighten Alphys into silence was evident. He didn't seem concerned.

"with a face this handsome? can ya really blame me? anyway, what game? sounds fun."

Alphys was sweating nervously, staring at you wide-eyed but you were quick on your feet.

"Nathan Prescott from Life is Strange. It's choice based, so it's important to not let him know he gets to you or frightens you when he defaces your room in game with a threat. After all, what good is a threat if you don't let yourself be affected by it?"

His eyes lit up then, and you swore you saw his swirl start up, along with the growl that left his lips but Alphys distracted you both by pulling you away.

"Speaking of, I just remembered! We forgot to save! Come on, before Undyne changes the game without realizing!"

You were so proud of her for not stuttering that you missed the swirling eyes following your exit, before he looked down at the object clutched in his digits.

Your phone was held in his grasp, his grin widening as he noticed you didn't have a password.

silly girl.

-----

It didn't take you long to realize your phone was missing, and you told Alphys to go on ahead, and that you'd hang with her later on in the week. Papyrus' car was gone by the time you made it back so he must've gone to drop Toriel and Frisk back home Of course it'd started raining so you were damn near soaked as you knocked.

A few moments later the door opened to a surprised, and then amused Baggs.

"back so soon? told you I was irresistible."

You shook your head, shivering a bit more intensely, making Baggs' eyes immediately scan your body before he grew business-like and moved to walk away.

"come inside, i will make you something warm and then you may take a hot shower. i shall lend you some of my clothes so you do not get sick."

You blinked and then hesitantly entered and nodded, just as you sneezed. Better trust him than get sick right? He was a doctor. He'd been bearable lately; maybe your first meeting had just been a test and you'd passed?

By the time you reached the kitchen he was already setting down a steaming mug in front of you.

"i'll go and get my clothes together. sit tight, and be sure to drink that entirely. it would be a pity if your stubbornness made you ill."

You watched him turn and leave before looking down at the drink in your hands, contemplative. A sip confirmed it was tea, sweet, somehow just as you took it. Paps must've told him about how you always had a mug in your hand. The slight tingle as it went down your throat confirmed it must've been a tea infused with monster magic, which you attributed to be the reason for the extra sweet aftertaste as well. You continued to drink as you let your thoughts take you.

Perhaps General had been right. He'd sensed your nervousness when you'd next seen Baggs while baking cookies with him and had reassured you that his brother was just untrusting of people he didn't know but would warm quickly. Maybe you'd been wrong to be so scared. The propaganda was everywhere; warning of his danger and perhaps you'd taken some of it in subconsciously.

You stifled a yawn and inhaled sharply as when you went to stand and move you swayed; making you grip the table tightly. Familiar fear rushed to the forefront of your mine, one you were used to having around Humans but never with monsters. No. He couldn't have-

"you alright there pet? you're looking a little pale."

His worry was evident and you couldn't help the slight tone of accusation as you sluggishly looked towards him, still not able to move, even as a pleasant shiver shot down your spine at the new nickname..

"What was in that tea?"

He blinked, before a slow smile broke across his face and he casually strode over.

"just a little something to calm you down. the warmth will spread through your system faster if you're calm."

"Why didn't you tell me first then? Or better yet ask? You have to know how this makes you look."

Fuck. Your words were slurring a little, your lips tingling in an almost numb, but not quite way. Everything felt so…hazy.

"how what looks? Giving my shivering friend a warm drink and tucking her into bed, so I know she's safe? it's not as if I drugged you. even small doses of my magic can help soothe. I suppose I overestimated how much you could take, human."

He chuckled, his amusement evident, but you swore you detected worry in his eyes.

"i doubt you can take a shower in this state. come. i'll give you my clothes, leave you to change and then get you settled."

"But- I have to go home."

You tried to protest, struggling to think clearly.

"well, I'm not letting you leave in this state. i'd walk you home if I could but...heh. pretty sure my bro would lose it if i left and he found out later I played hooky. best give in."

You frowned at that, glaring at him as you made to move towards the door.

"Good thing it's not your choice then-"

You were cut off as you were whirled to face him when he grabbed your arm, your equilibrium way off as you struggled to focus on the skeleton in front of you. By the time you realized you were looking directly into his eyes it was too late. That feeling from last time washed over you, blue joining the magenta and spiraling outward. You couldn't deny you felt oddly...safe, and the feeling of his phalanges carding through your hair as you slumped into him was nice.

Baggs is safe, Baggs won't hurt me. Why...am I so tired?

"that's it, good girl. doesn't it feel nicer when you give in?"

Feels...nice. Sleepy. Safe.

You nodded weakly, your filter which would typically make you deny on instinct completely gone. You blushed at your admission and felt Baggs chuckle beside your ear.

"you really do fall quickly for me. how curious. come, let's get you into bed, hm?"

You felt yourself moving and when you all but crumbled into the bed after quickly changing into clothes you didn't bother looking at, you were out like a light to the soothing feeling of bone carding through your hair.

You didn't even hear his parting words before slipping off into unconsciousness.

"what was that you said? what good is a threat if you don't let yourself be affected by it? i think you're right, pet. actions speak louder than words, wasn't that the analogy?"

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A/N: There's the first chapter, finally out into the world! So, funnily enough; I've had this fic near done for 2 years now, but just been petrified to publish it for some reason. I think I was panicking over not nailing Baggs as a character well enough, in particular, as well as the way he speaks. Still, I'm glad it's out there now and I can start working on the second chapter- I really hope you all enjoy it!

Please do tell me what you thought; it keeps me writing and motivated as an author!

This fic and also be found at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47766418/chapters/120411676

The amazing (and flustering) Megalosomnia belongs to @megalommi! Please go and shower her in love and adoration <3 This fic would not exist without her!

This is a fic set after Megalosomnia's characters have reached the surface. It's very much non-canon! I don't even believe the creator has brainstormed this portion yet so this is all just me spitballing and having fun with it!

[decaydanceredacted]

just red this fic and dear god it has me going insaneeee https://archiveofourown.org/works/15413358 like new kink UNLOCKED

why r there not more hypno fics i need(very open to recs!!)

just.

ttyg babytrick and maybe he’s a bit shy and inexperienced, they’ve had sex once or twice before but it didn’t last long and he kept his shirt on. this time pete convinced him to let him hypnotize him. patrick gets so deep in it he doesn’t know what’s going on, his body just automatically doing whatever pete says. the next time he comes to even a little bit there’s come on his tummy and tits and he’s covered in hickeys(thighs, tummy, tits, high up on his neck(which patrick always stopped him from doing before.)) pete is fucking into him hard and he thinks he must’ve come already because he’s soft. pete’s just using him hard and rough, like patrick’s his little sex toy. it’s so overwhelming and he’s woozy and it’s too much and he’s just coherent enough to say “p-pete ‘s too much, can’t,, can you stop? please, please ‘s too much” but pete just shushes him and keeps going. patrick realizes that he’s been crying and his face is soaked with tears and snot and his throat HURTS. he has no idea how much time has passed. how long he was just gone and pliant and calm. he realizes that he liked it - he REALLY liked it. he liked that he couldn’t do anything about it that pete just kept going and he just had to take it. he likes that he feels so completely used. before he knows it pete’s pulling him mostly back under and all he can do is just distantly hear pete talking to him, degrading him, humiliating him, cooing at him, feminizing him, praising him. it makes his head spin. “fuck, baby, so fucking cockdrunk, look at you, you’re drooling, just a little bimbo” “begging me to stop but you’re still so NEEDY baby, little slut just doesn’t know what she needs, it ok, i know” “this is what you were made for ‘trick just a dumb little hole begging to be fucked” “fuck, you’re covered in cum, ‘s literally dripping out of your fucking cunt, you’re mine baby, you’d let me do whatever i want to you, wouldn’t you?” “knew the innocent shy thing was just an act, this is what you’ve needed all along isn’t it? just need to be fucked? put in your place” “your cute little tits and your tummy are bouncing, ‘trick, such a cute little thing.” “awe you’ve just needed it so bad and didn’t know, needed someone to tell you what you need” patrick just blankly nods along to everything pete says. yes, he’s just a slutty little fleshlight. he just needs a cock in him all the time. he whines any time pete pulls out of him. he just needs more more more. he goes back under again and when he comes to everything hurts, he’s a mess. pete’s straddling him petting his face and tucking strands of hair behind his ears. he’s telling him how good he did, telling him the things he was telling him weren’t true, they were just a part of the game, he knows if he doesn’t they’ll just stay in his brain and he’ll keep believing them. how adorable he is. how he loves him so much and is so grateful for him letting him do this to him. patrick slowly comes back down, making a little whimper of confusion. “there you are, hey sweetheart, how’re you feeling?” all patrick can get out is “hurts” and “sticky”, “oh, i know, i’m sorry honey, you took it so well, my good little boy” “i’m gonna go and get a towel to clean you off now, i’ll just be a second.” pete cleans him off and cuddles him to sleep, rubbing his back. the next day he pampers him soo much. breakfast in bed, bubble bath, patrick’s favorite movies, giggly facials, little kisses all over his face. it’s so good, they both love each other sooo much. they are boyfriends and i think they should kith.

side note i hate when fics like shorten patrick to pat like as a nickname… esp during smut… like the reason he doesn’t like that nickname is literally because it’s HIS MOMS NAME😐. i’m sorry it’s just a pet peeve i can’t.

i’m pretty sure this ask is completely incorrect sozzy. need that little guy(american multi-instrumentalist musician, singer songwriter, composer, and 40 year old man, patrick martin stumph) clinically

-xoxo gossip girl* (spiral anon)

small shameless plug im now on the parx redacted blog too it’s so fun y’all should check it out never enough srs hormy for those water boys<3

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