#tw: hypnosis

[candiid-caniine]

break, ache, ruin

on the request of 🌺 anon, i've put together a trancey little edging/brainwashing session for you all <3 all language is gender- and body part-neutral.

cw: reading on may put you in trance. trance may not end until you have a ruined orgasm. effects may very well linger.

depending on your mind, you could be here awhile. reader beware :)

you wanna be a good little edgepet? you wanna rub your brains away and give your orgasms away to your betters?

yeah, i know you do, sweetheart. touch yourself real good while you read this, okay? i promise it'll make you the best little edgepet in the world.

you get a point every time you start over. you want points? of course you do, you're such a good pet, aren't you? but you lose a point every time you reach the end...hmm...is that a dilemma? don't think about it!

three rules:

when you hit the edge, scroll back to the top.

cumming is not permitted. you must ruin if you tip over.

linger on each word. visualize it in your mind before you move onto the next. you'll be tranced in no time.

when you hit the edge, start from the top.

that's what good pets do.

good pets train themselves. that's why you're here, isn't it, pet? you know your place.

you know you're meant to be drippy

drooly

empty

needy

say it with me. drippy. drooly. empty. needy.

touch yourself the way you like. you can always get closer.

when you hit the edge, start from the top.

good pet. every time you hit the edge, take a shorter break. keep those little fingers working.

this isn't over until you ruin.

every edge is an orgasm gifted to your betters. say it with me: my betters deserve my orgasms, not me.

you can stop anytime you want. but i know you don't want to. you wanna stay achy

shaky

throbby

whiny

don't you, pet? and drippy, drooly, empty, needy, as long as you possibly can.

this isn't over until you ruin.

say these words every time you read them: drippy, drooly, empty, needy.

good pet.

your betters will be so impressed by you, won't they?

you know you're brainwashing yourself. you know you're getting dumber. you're f a l l i n g further, f a l l i n g deeper, into denial. keep those little fingers working.

your betters deserve your orgasms. envision them flying away from you, flitter-flutter, making a lazy circle like your fingers, off to someone who's worthy of them.

get as close as you can to that edge. then get closer. dumber, further, deeper. when you hit the edge, start from the top. good pet.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you can stop anytime you want. and i know you want to cum. but you want to be good more.

what does it mean to be good? to be good, you have to be

drippy

drooly

empty

needy

achy

shaky

throbby

whiny

warm and wet between your legs. fuzzy and fizzy inside your head. warm wet sex, fuzzy fizzy mind. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

your betters deserve their orgasms. every time you imagine them flitter-fluttering away, you sink a little d e e p e r.

this isn't over until you ruin.

f a l l i n g so deep, aren't you? f a l l i n g so far. you know it's happening. you can stop whenever you want if you just stop touching. but good pets touch. good pets edge until they're

whiny

throbby

shaky

achy

needy

empty

drooly

drippy

repeat after me, one word at a time: good pets break their own brains. when i hit the edge, i start from the top. every time i edge, i take a shorter break.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you're so warm now, aren't you? so relaxed, so needy, empty, drooly, drippy, fluttering between your legs,

dripping

your

brains

out

of

your

head.

stay with me. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

say it with me: ruined pets get ruined orgasms. if i tip over, it should make me worse. i am good, and good pets ruin themselves. pets who ruin themselves ruin their orgasms.

this isn't over until you ruin.

good pets break their own brains. the more you read this, the more broken you get. the more broken you get, the more achy, shaky, throbby, whiny you get, the more good you get, and good pets break their own brains.

good pets make themselves easier to control. doesn't it feel good to give in? give up? no more decisions, nothing but the edge.

this isn't over until you ruin.

when you hit the edge, start from the top, take a shorter break, you get dumber and drippier, fuzzier, fizzier, you get broken, you get better. you give your orgasms away. flitter-flutter, there they go, sending you

even

deeper.

slow down now. s l o w. long, aching strokes. feel your body want. it's not a want, it's a need. every square inch of you needing to cum.

but you won't. you can't. you're too good, and good pets edge, break, drip, ache. you're too well-behaved to cum anymore, and it's all

your

own

fault.

speed up again. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you don't want to get to the end; there is no end for you, is there? so good for letting go. so good for breaking yourself. nobody told you to; nobody has to. this is what you are.

say it aloud: this is what i am. broken, dripping, empty, aching, brainless, yearning, edged. my betters deserve my orgasms. when i give them away, i go deeper and deeper and dumber and drippier.

get as close as you can. then get closer. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

you're broken, you're ruined, you're good. i didn't make you this way. you were already broken by the time you started, weren't you? good pet. broken brain, broken nub, broken holes.

this isn't over until you ruin.

say it with me: ruined pets get ruined orgasms. if i tip over, it should make me worse. i am good, and good pets ruin themselves. pets who ruin themselves ruin their orgasms.

ruins make you drippy, drooly, empty, needy, achy, shaky, throbby, whiny. are you making noise? are you making those sweet, stupid little sounds? if not, you will start from the top and continue until you can't help crying out for the world to hear.

edges so close together now. if you've made it this far, you're not close enough. start from the top. you're too far gone, too far to stop; when you hit the edge, start from the top.

this isn't over until you ruin.

do you want to be good? of course you do.

but if you're here, at the end, you haven't quite earned praise yet, have you? if you were edged enough to be

throbby

whiny

empty

achy

needy

shaky

drooly

drippy

you wouldn't be here at the end.

but that's okay, pet. i'll break you yet.

edge ten times and start again.

[merakiui]

We need your thoughts on Jade w erotic hypnosis 🥺🥺

I am here to provide thoughts. <3 Jade using Shock the Heart on you while non-conning you. You stubbornly refuse to tell him the truth, so he'll just force it out of you. Buried balls deep and gripping your chin so that you look into his left eye....... 😵‍💫 making you tell him the truth about how you feel and it's impossible to resist. Your mouth moves on its own, and soon you're telling him about how good you feel, how you never want this to end, how you want him to ruin your slutty hole and turn you into his personal cumdump. :) and who is he to ignore such truthful desires?

As for more hypnosis........ consider hypnotherapist Jade... AAAAAAAA he's the worst!!!!!! Using his license and your vulnerability and trust in him to mold your body just the way he wants it so that the next time he touches you you'll respond so sweetly. Instinctively getting aroused whenever you so much as look at him because he's trained your body so well while you were under hypnosis hehe. You don't remember what happens during those sessions, so you'll never know he's bounced you up and down on his dick in front of the mirror or that he's bent you over the desk to take you from behind. He wonders if he'd be able to convince you that you're his lover while you're so prone to suggestion...

[maladaptiveobsession]

yandere vox headcanons

contains: emotional manipulation, brief dubcon mention, brief hypnosis mention, overprotective behavior, stalking

yandere vox

who is condescending and manipulative; he knows what’s best for you, just obey him without question. choosing to be stubborn? don’t be so quick to forget that he is also a man who could destroy everything you’ve worked for with a snap of his fingers. you’ll remember who you belong to once he’s taken it all. no need to chase after you; you’ll crawl back to him when all is said and done.

who demands your full attention; even amongst a crowd, you should have eyes and ears solely for him. your thoughts should be encompassed by him. every action you take should be made with him in mind.

who is obsessively controlling; every aspect of your life is monitored by him. what you wear, what you eat, and even what time you go to bed. you’ll find yourself compelled to listen to his “advice” and “suggestions”. he only wants the best for you right? you can trust him! by the time you notice how much control he has over your life, it’s far too late. rebel if you’d like, just note that he’s not above hypnotizing you if you prove to be difficult. you can’t blame him for wanting to protect you.

who monitors your every move, never letting you out of his sight. he has eyes everywhere, yet they only search for you. there isn’t a place in hell where you can hide from him. don’t bother running either, he’ll have you crawling back to him in no time. as the tv demon, it’s only natural that he’d observe you before properly introducing himself. before then, he’ll have studied everything about you. from your music preferences and unique quirks to you online history and darkest secrets you thought you’d take to the grave; your entire world is on display for him.

who clings to you; hovering over your shoulder, a hand lingering on the small of your back, sitting so close that his thighs press against yours—all subtle displays of his possessive. as time moves forward and you find yourself with less and less freedoms, you’ll likely brush off his increasingly daring touches, like how tightly he grips the fat of your thigh when you smile at someone other than him. when he finally has you, don’t be alarmed if his hands wander in private. he’s done so much for you, the least you could do is to look pretty for him while he rearranges your guts.

who is jealous and petty; sharply inhaling if you so much as greet someone other than him. he’s not usually one to share, this trait manifesting in the form of convincing you to distance yourself from your friends. they’re bad influences and he's looking out for you! don’t you trust him?

who’s selfish; fully aware he’s hurting you, but unwilling to stop. you’ll get over yourself in time. regardless, you don’t have to love him back, you just have to be his.

who will never hit you. he has no need to, not when your emotions are to easy to exploit. he never wants you to feel the way valentino makes him feel—used, unappreciated, fearful

who genuinely cares about you. he truly does want the best for you, even at the cost of losing your affections. vox will do anything to keep you safe and happy, except for letting you go. he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you by his side. you can only push him so far before he does something more drastic.

[newtabfics]

Hear me out: Stalking vampire that really wants Y/N but won't come out of the shadows with like whatever vampire magic so he's just watching her rub one out to try and fall asleep and he can't help himself

Ooooh. Okay okay! I'm hearing you. Alright so, def tw for stalking of course but also vampire hypnotism stuff.

Her hiss of frustration was sending his mind haywire as he watched her fruitlessly pump her fingers into herself.

His magic kept him hidden from her. Kept him in the shadows as Y/N's legs spread wide on her bed, core on full display for him as he watched her pleasure herself.

She was so needy in this moment.

He'd broken in to watch her as he always did. Most nights he would soothe away nightmares and take in the sweet scent of her blood he dared not drink. He wouldn't be able to stop himself, he knew.

The night he first caught her scent, she'd gone on a jog. Likely to clear her head, based on what he'd learned about her over the time he'd been doing this.

He kept creeps away, draining them if they so much as looked at her strangely. Male coworkers (and a few female) had suddenly quit and were just gone. It was like they ran from the city entirely. She was unaware of their undead bodies now serving him, waiting to serve her when he decided to make her his queen.

Yet, all this careful preparation couldn't possibly prepare him for her needily trying to pleasure herself.

He couldn't resist as he raised his hand, his magic taking hold of her as he came from the shadows.

"When I am done with you, you'll only remember my face as a dream. You'll think this was nothing but a dream. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Master," She whispered, eyes glazing over.

He shuddered as he watched her fingers twitch. "Move your fingers. They're not enough, are they? Answer."

"No, Master," She said as she removed her hand. He licked his lips at the sight of her twitching hole, fingers soaked from her own arousal.

"Undo my trousers and suck it down your throat. You will be mine by the end of the night." He smirked when she moved carefully, eagerly taking her into his mouth without a second thought. "I am claiming you as mine tonight."

[wishingstarinajar]

so i said in the last ask that i had some head canons. and i wrote one out. it ended up being a lot longer then it was meant to be but here is it. (also im not the best at writing, having dyslexia sucks so sorry if it sounds a bit off or anything.) hope you like it :)

Case has a secret room in his lab/office. 

This room is hidden behind a bookshelf, and to open it you need to pull on a certain book and the middle shelf moves to the side, like the secret doors in movies. 

Once the shelf moves you're greeted with a long dark hallway. No light. No sound. It's all pretty scary and spooky until you reach a big metal door with a complex lock on it. Your first thought is that it's just another room filled with experiments and computers. Or maybe something darker. That's why it's so hidden.  

But if you somehow manage to unlock the door (or it was left open) then…

The first thing to catch your eyes is a big fancy old shiny gramophone sitting on a dark red-wood cabinet with records stored neatly underneath it. Above the gramophone is a photo of Case, his brother and queen, in a golden frame to match the horn of the gramophone. Under your feet in front of the door is a little dark red doormat. It looks pretty old.

The left side of the room is full of sewing equipment. Everything is neatly laid out. There is a big table in the middle with an industrial grade sewing machine mounted to it. Near the table is one of those fancy expensive mannequins with a half finished project pinned up on it. 

Against the wall just next to the door is a small desk with a big pin board hanging on the wall above. The pin board is covered in photos, patterns, little sketches of coats and corsets, a few buttons and gems on it too along with some scraps of fabric and post it notes. 

On the desk there’s a notebook with a hand made pattern next to it, as well as a little cup holder with pens, pencils and chalk. Next to that is a tiny annoying dog shaped pin cushion and a little box filled with sewing needles and more pins. You can never have too many pins. 

Sitting just under the desk is a little red stool on wheels. 

Around the room, and under the big table there are boxes and containers. You can't see inside them. it must just be storage. On top of one of the containers is an older looking sewing machine and an over-locker. 

The walls are lined with shelves filled with big rolls of all different types and colours of materials and fabrics. 

At the far corner of the room there’s a set of drawers that matches the red-wood cabinet of the gramophone with golden handles and trimming. On top of the cabinet is a lamp and an empty wine glass. 

Next to that cabinet is a big rack of clothes, That are all mostly the same colours that Case likes to wear, that being red and silvery shiny grey. Most of the clothes are corsets or have some kind of corset built into them.

The other side of the well lit room is mostly empty. This is when you notice the fact that the floor of this secret room is wooden. It’s a nice change from the cold tiled ground of the lab. 

The only thing in this half of the room is a big dark red well loved comfy looking armchair with a little grey pillow sitting on it. In front of the armchair sits a matching ottoman. On the back wall of the room, near the armchair is a small window covered by some dark red curtains that match the red doormat. 

Just next to the armchair is a wine rack filled with fancy bottles of fine wine. The top of the rack acts as a table and has a few wine glasses resting on it. The glasses look pretty fancy and expensive, one has a golden handle and a few others are made of clear crystal with ornate patterns and designs in them. 

You overheard something about Case liking to dance. Perhaps this big open space is where he practices. 

The only other thought that crosses your mind is why keep all of this hidden? (the answer to that is this as the only other room big enough that would fit the big sewing table and the armchair.) 

You shouldn't enter rooms you weren't invited to~

Damn, you went in-depth about his stuff! But it's all rather fitting for him, very fancy. Nice work!

I really love the last bit because, yes x'D Case doesn't hide away his corsets, sewing machines, designs, gramophone and records. He's too proud of these things. Just cozy at home, away from the lab in Waterfalls and prying eyes.

Megalosomnia belongs to @megalommi~

[undead-merman]

Day Thirteen: Asylum Fuckfest

Harper and GN-Pc

Contains: Oviposition, Hypnosis, sex pollen, breeding mentions

It was a mating season. You could hear the sounds of flesh slapping all over, lewd sucking and slurping from every room. A hazy scent in the air, more than just the thick aroma of sex. Something sweet, overly so, like artificial strawberries caked in sugar and topped with gooey bubbling caramel and sprinkles. It was head spinning. You found yourself just a wee bit dizzy from the stench.

Everyone was so lost in some kind of hole or paralyzed by cock that they didn’t pay attention to you. Could they even see you? You gripped your gown as tight as you could and tried to find some kind of guard, a supervisor, anyone that held some kind of power. Anyone that could tell you what was going on, or even give you some kind of direction. You felt like you were supposed to be somewhere.

Whatever was in the air was starting to affect you... arouse you, slightly at first, but you were  dripping with sweat and need once you got past the cafeteria.  Down the hall to Harper’s office you went, a skip and spring in your step.  Strolling like Alice in Wonderland. Empty. The stark white hallway was desolate. Not even a fly buzzed around. Your nerves flared up like an excited school girl handing out their valentines as your fist met the wood of the door.

“Come in!” Cheerful came the good doctor’s voice.

You turn the handle and there he stood, looking out into the facility from his grand window, back turned to you. ‘Don’t go in’ something buried in your ape brain sent alarm bells off. You hesitated, your foot stopping midway.

“Worry not. Please come in. I insist.” His tone shifted at that last part. Harsher.

Your Pavlovian response kicked in. You followed without another hint of protest, a gleeful expression stabled on your face. He didn’t move when you approached, simply watching at the orgy down below. The chorus of moans and erotic noises was loud enough to reach up to where you stood.

“Isn’t it wonderful? Seeing all those people down there enjoying each other’s company is a real treat.” His arms were tight against his back as he gazed over the room… Lovingly. Like a shepherd watching his folk be merry in the fields. He careened his neck over towards you, making you flinch and gag when a sudden wafting of perfume much stronger than before hit you.

“But not to worry. Patients such as yourself are able to live amongst them just as easily with some guidance. I am here to help with your journey.” he faced you, and his eyes seemed to shine an unnatural fuchsia pink. Focused only on you. “So go ahead and disrobe, then we can get started on the treatment.”

Why would you say no? You happily obeyed baring your naked form before him as it was always meant to be. You were leaking, excited to be taken on his healing journey. He went from stiff to roguish grace as he pulled your shoulders and sat you down in his lap, smiling when he felt your weight.

“Now, Care so share some affection?” You let your lips fall to his. He tasted sweeter than he smelled. You could drink his saliva like wine. You grind down into his trouser. Your hands hurriedly unbutton him and dig into his underwear, but something grabs you back. Wet, burning warm, and wrapping around each fingertip to give it a kiss. Finally, pulling it out showed a slimy tendril as large as your hand and dripping with a liquid the same color as it and his eyes.

“Go ahead, sit on it.”

You moved your legs, hanging them over his shoulders to give him the perfect view of yourself. With great practice, you lower yourself back down. You can feel his appendage slither its way into your hole. You wiggled your hips down, so it could feel it squirm deeper inside. So, so good. You cried out for him to go even deeper inside.

Harper simply enjoyed the feeling of your premium hole. They enjoyed just how warm you were, ever since the first month you’d arrived they waited for you to become a prime host. Sure, there were so many in the overly sterile breeding grounds, but you were amongst the best. You held so many eggs and carried them so well. Each one perfectly healthy. Thought it was a shame that Harper took them away.

You never knew, though. No one did. Its perfume distorted a person’s sense of reality and made everyone perfect little brood mothers. Harper was perfectly willing to be their host. Being able to fuck his favorite patients was one of a few dozen perks.

Your toes curled, and you whimpered out a moan as you felt thick jelly fill your hole, more than just cum. You were skilled at milking it out of him. Taking everything that Harper had to offer. You truly were a priceless specimen. He could feel himself ready to fertilize you. He picked up the pace, thoroughly enjoying your fluttering hole and adorable whining voice. He pulls your hips down and fills you up with their seed. A euphoria spreads from both his ears and his cock.

You took every little drop, and it seemed like your hole was twitching fortw: more. Truly, we're a brood mother above the rest. Not only his favorite, but theirs as well.

[the-sxrens-sxng]

Let Our Despairing Concert Take You...

While you had been strolling through the park, you came across a concert being held. The stage was surrounded by a large crowd as two performers sang and danced in front of the people cheering for their performance. Both performers were two beautiful girls, very clearly twin sisters with subtle differences. Behind the girls, a screen with a spiral display plays in the background, further accentuating their hypnotic music.

Suddenly, people in the crowd start acting... funny. Several people begin driving knives into their throats, shooting themselves, or begin hitting their heads onto anything they could, be it poles, the ground, or even each other. And as all the men and women in the crowd found brutal ways of ending their lives, the children in the crowd react... differently. Their eyes begin to swirl along with the spiral screen, slowly and calmly climbing over corpses and carnage toward the sisters' stage, almost as though they'd been... brainwashed. Curiously, you seem to be the only one unaffected by this strange mind control.

What do you do?

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[artroidsart]

"Focus on my voice, and prepare yourself for what is to come."

It's been AGES since I've had the time for a digital piece. Thankfully, I recently got a brand new computer! One that is MUCH faster, smoother, and doesn't suddenly go into hibernation because of a crappy battery. Now I can REALLY get back into digital art! Plus, I got a little stylist to use. Now I won't have to use my fingers on my touchscreen.

Anyway, I wanted to expand on my design for the Master Mentalist from Hypnotorious. I'm seeing more people make artwork of him, which inspired me to give him a fancy cape and hat. Now he looks like a TRUE magician! I had to figure his colors out, couldn't just make him ALL purple (As tempting as that is.) I've seen some people use a bit of red, so I added some pinkish-red to his outfit! I hope you guys like it!

[cheetee]

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The Macondian Giftshop, Part 18 / Transcript

First / Next / Read on Webtoons

[loganthrives]

RimWorld: Anomaly Part 2

I have another story to tell.

Spoilers below for a couple entities and a couple mechanics from, I'd say mid to late game?

A looong time ago, I got a call from a nearby colony begging to drop something near me with a reward for accepting the delivery. I'm down to clown, and it was a pretty good reward, so I said sure, why not?

That's not alarming at all. It says I can bring it to a holding platform to learn more, so-

Oh.

Great. Anyways so this motherfucker is an agent of pain, even moreso than this neat ball that I've found a few times now.

In the mean time, I have another obelisk to poke a-

-aaaand there goes Johnston's arm.

And stomach.

A few things happened after that. First we had to fight the darkness, then we had to avoid red rain so that we wouldn't fight each other, and we sent the mad ball out a couple of times, and things were actually going pretty good for a while, until the Revenant escaped containment.

So, it is no joke when one of these things gets free. First off, its like the other baby sightstealer thing except it doesn't automatically uncloak to attack. It leaves smears on the ground to indicate where its gone, but unless you have some kind of splash damage weapon like grenades or launchers, you can't reveal it or do damage to it because it is truly invisible.

Cue me panicking and building a couple EMP launchers and grenades, juust to have handy.

Another thing that happens is when it attacks and hypnotizes people, it drops a chunk of its own flesh? And you can study it to learn how to hunt and fight it.

First one gave me a longer trail to follow. Second one let my colonists hear it when its nearby. Third one finally decloaked it once we got near it.

But that meant that three colonists were downed to its hypnosis.

Wish I had screenshot this moment, but when you finally kill it (it takes a LOT of damage before going down, and I had brought basically everybody out to hunt it, so be ready with all of your best pawns), it destabilizes into a pile of revenant goop and returns to its spine only form. Which you can recapture, and it reforms again basically right away. Giant pain in my ass, but apparently regardless of the fact it regenerates it released all four of my colonists from hypnosis.

... I wish the story ended there. The story does not end there.

Time passed. Checking my logs, I killed the revenant on the 8th of Jugust, 5504. We had a third new obelisk show up the next day and are studying it.

And suddenly Johnston's fighting herself. Wait, what?

Its actually wild how much of an exact copy hostile Johnston is. Here's original Johnston:

And here's copy Johnston:

They have the same tattoos, the same favourite colour, the same fleshy biomass arm and stomach, they're even both showing up as married to the same man - the only differences are that one of them is naked and not part of my faction.

Check it out - copy Johnston's even got the same mood modifiers. Honeymoon phase, turned down by a different guy, likes her bedroom and thinks the dining room is impressive? Just absolutely bonkers to think of. This Johnston has never even seen the dining room!

Fun little notification - both were injured enough in their fight that they were both downed, and they both got back up at the same time, putting this on my screen:

So, what to do with a violent duplicate out here to steal your man? I did the only rational thing that I could think of.

I took her prisoner and recruited her.

I've got a kind of ranching-focused colony right now so another pair of hands to milk, shear, and look after animals isn't bad, you know? Copy Johnston still thinks she's married to Lorell, but if I click on Johnston from his social tab at least it goes to the correct Johnston. So at least he knows which side of his bread's buttered.

Not that this dude hasn't married, dated, or hooked up with 1/3rd of the colony. Bisexual highmates in a pro-polyamorous colony are wild.

I kind of wish there was more to the mood modifiers for copy Johnston. Like, she's got a high opinion of Lorell because of modifiers original Johnston had when she was copied, including a modifier to her opinion of him because they had done some lovin' recently? That's messed up, right? Wouldn't it mess her up too, emotionally? I have to wonder.

Also, is Johnston still looking like a word to y'all or no?

Twinsies! Seriously, its SO uncanny.

I keep looking for differences or signs that she's not quite human, or that recruiting her is going to come back to bite me in some horrible way later down the line, but so far so good.

Anyhoo, I don't think I have enough space left in the post to talk more on the Revenant or the trials it put me through, so I'll save that for part 3?

Also, I didn't honestly expect the last one to get notes like it did (not a ton, but better than my posts normally do), but if anyone's invested I'd be down to introduce more of my colonists and tell some other stories that I think up? Let me know what you think!

[candiid-caniine]

im sorry this is a silly question, but what does it mean to be clicker trained? i haven’t been able to find a good answer but it seems hot (although i think everything’s hot tbh)

okie so pls prepare for autistic infodumping on psych and hypnokink below/

so. clicker training is often used for dogs and sometimes cats; basically, you're clicking the clicker every time you give them a treat. eventually, the animal becomes conditioned to associate the clicker with the dopamine rush of being rewarded! that's how it's used on animals. but the overarching concept is (afaik) a form of Pavlovian conditioning.

Pavlov (at least partly) got famous for an experiment where he conditioned dogs to associate the sound of a bell with getting food. eventually, anytime they heard the bell, they started to salivate.

why am i talking about animals? that's weird right? well the truth is that humans work basically the same (tho ofc our minds are more complex): over time, we are trained to associate certain stimuli with certain things. if you listen to the same song every time you go to sleep, eventually that song will always make you sleepy; our brains love repetition. it makes things predictable and orderly, giving us clear signals that help us navigate the world.

now...obviously...conditioning also has its applications to kink ;)

im a simple creature: im *stupidly* easy to condition, esp if i'm being intentional about it. most of the time it happens accidentally tho. here are some examples in my life:

i'm so conditioned to associate a collar with subspace that even touching my neck gets me wet. having the side of my neck sucked on immediately makes me go limp. when i noticed it happening passively, i vocalized it, strengthening the connection by intentionally "noticing" it every time it happened. it has only gotten stronger with time >.>

i also ended up accidentally being able to cum on command. once (i repeat: once) i was super worked up in between changing positions and i blurted out, "if you told me to cum right now i think i could" and owner said "cum for me" and...just like that, i fkn cum on command now. it's been that way for 4-ish years.

now...conditioning, esp when it's accidental, is an inexact science lol. i started getting more into denial. that fact, combined with the fact that i cum on command, eventually turned into *only* cumming on command. this was mostly coincidental: when owner and i moved in together, the only times i'd ever cum were when they were home, usually having sex/playing with me, and would command me. my brain turned that into an inability to cum *without* command. again, once i noticed it, i vocalized it, got intentional about recognizing it mentally, and it has only strengthened over time.

now: clicker training. theoretically, any effect you want (within reason) can be conditioned with enough consistent training. you could clicker train a person to feel sleepy at the sound of the clicker by using it when they're going to sleep. you could tie it to basically anything that isn't too complex, probably.

in my case, the goal is for me to hit the edge every time the clicker's pressed, so i've been clicking the clicker every time i hit the edge.

theory: eventually, my body will be so conditioned to think "click = edge" that i won't need to be touching when it happens.

theory: to really make this stronger, i need to get close to the edge, then use the clicker to get "there." stepping back further and further from the edge until, even if i'm idle, not turned on, or doing something else, clicker = edge, instantly.

here are the effects so far:

i'm not at the point where click = edge when i'm idle, yet, but the clicker does = a powerful clench of my cunt lmao...body's still getting on board.

*imagining* the clicker sound also prompts this effect, but a little less strong. HOWEVER...

suddenly, mysteriously, if i imagine and concentrate really hard on the way my body feels at the edge, i edge mentally.

this takes some concentration. curiously, it also makes me feel like i'm about to squirt; don't know what that's about.

why is this happening? because conditioning a human being is an inexact science. it's messy; the brain is very involved. so, in theory:

because i concentrate intentionally on the idea that click = edge, every time i edge and use the clicker, i'm also concentrating on my body.

concentrating on the feeling as i get closer to the edge. thinking, intentionally, "this is how i'll feel whenever i click this button."

so consequently, in the background, my body/brain is learning that "concentrate on how edging feels = you're edging now, fucko."

in conclusion: ymmv. my theory is that this kind of conscious conditioning method would be less messy and more precise if used with well-practiced, methodical, and specific hypnotism to strengthen and simplify the connections...but for the moment, i'm enjoying the chaos. i do like feeling powerless lol.

[merakiui]

I can't get Alien Jamil out of my head. He lives rent free now 😭

Alien Jamil who uses his ability to hypontise darling to spread their legs for them, maintaining eye contact to keep the spell. Darling being under his control as he filled darling up with eggs. Only looking away once he was done and Darling's stuffed to the brim <3

Then let's say Darling's a researcher for his species and is now being made to carry it for research purposes

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, breeding, oviposition, hypnosis, ntr/cucking)

:O !!!!!! Imagine being a researcher alongside Kalim... omg and Jamil watches day in and day out from his enclosure as Kalim attempts to get closer to you. Despite his outgoing and friendly personality, he's a little awkward with some of his flirting methods and so Jamil is able to pick up on Kalim's romantic interest in you fairly quickly. At first Jamil thought nothing would come of this, as you always seemed so absorbed in your research and you were always paying so much attention to him. Jamil is nice enough to act obedient and polite when you step into his enclosure to study him up close, feigning a harmless outward appearance. You're the only one who is allowed to do this; everyone else is frightened away or threatened with low hisses and sharp, piercing glares. Jamil has a soft spot for you, but he hides it with stoic indifference, choosing to look unbothered while you lean in close to admire his scales or the many snakes that make up his hair. You're so lucky he has an admirable amount of restraint, otherwise he would have plastered you to the ground and fucked you full of eggs months ago.

But it's when you actually start to entertain Kalim's interest that Jamil begins to worry. First the two of you would have dinner together (in front of Jamil, much to his annoyance) when you had to work late in the lab, and Kalim was just so irritatingly sweet to you. So genuinely himself. And you kept smiling and your body temperature was rising because you were flattered and happy and appreciative... Jamil refuses to lose you to that airheaded researcher. And then you'd work so closely together, side by side, shoulders nearly touching. Jamil is much too observant for his own good, which is both a blessing and a curse, because it only proves that you've warmed up to your fellow researcher.

It starts small. You can't understand Jamil unless he's hypnotized you, and then those fearsome hisses sound like the sweetest song, lulling you into a daze. For a while you seem more scattered than usual. There are gaps in your memory, and you're not sure why you always seem to come to in the lab. You could have sworn you were in your bed, sleeping so soundly until the whispers of something snake-like invaded your dreams... You're always led to Jamil. Maybe you really are so dedicated to your work that you're unconsciously drawn to it even when you're asleep. Kalim worries, insists you should rest more and that he can handle everything at the lab, but you don't want to push more work onto his plate. This is a team effort, after all.

It's like push and pull. Jamil holds you under for longer, slowly but surely snuffing your interest in Kalim, and releasing you from the spell of hypnosis before anyone can question it or grow suspicious. You're not going to love Kalim. You're going to love the specimen you look after. You're going to love Jamil. This is how it should have been, and this is how it will be.

Ultimately, it culminates in claiming. Jamil must stake it, must mold you to his form so that you'll only ever know him and no one else. The look in your eyes is empty and dazed, but you're smiling at him, entrapped in the coils of his tail, and it's a happy, drunken sort of smile. You're such a pretty human, so sweet for him when you open yourself without complaint or struggle, shedding that pesky clothing to reveal all of the curious parts to your anatomy he finds absolutely riveting. He fucks into your tight, slick warmth for hours, bodies pressed flush and never separating. Your moans fill the enclosure, adding to the sinful sounds of sex, and he falls for you all over again. You're truly so precious, so blissfully dumb and obedient when you're taking his cocks like the good researcher you are. Jamil can't resist; he has to fill you up, make this claim one you'll remember. And you can't object. You're not allowed to, not when he controls your every reaction. If he tells you to cum, you will. If he tells you to take just a few more eggs, you will.

And you'll like it because that's what you're told.

Only once you're filled to bursting, tummy packed full of his clutch, does Jamil gaze sidelong at Kalim, who looks on with concerned horror. Jamil tilts his head, acting as if he doesn't understand the smallest of human cues. He does, but Kalim doesn't need to know.

He smiles, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. You're Jamil's now. Forever and always. As you were meant to be. And no one shall come between you.

[mothgodofchaos]

The line from damien video, actor mark saying "acting like you dont have blood in your hands!" to damien makes me imagine that our sweet beloved mayor isnt so sweet... so may i request a horror damien? Something like how sinister he can really be when he put his mind into it :)

Sweet

I got several requests to continue my Yandere Damien idea, so I hope this answers your ask sufficiently! The mayor has a habit of letting his influence get to his head, and not caring about who is off limits to him.

Damien x GN!Reader, TW: possessiveness, hypnosis, stalking, yandere Words: 692

You were so good for him. How he’d offer his hand to you and you’d take it with a smile on your face, his arm being a perfect perch for his little dove. How pretty you looked in your gilded cage of peppermint steam he created around you, how sweet you sang only for him. He cherished you, let you flourish, in all the ways he allowed you to. You’d sing along to those old croony tunes he loved on the record player, how he could watch you sing for hours.

But others started getting suspicious, how could they? They were just jealous of how much he loved you, wanted you for themselves. But he didn’t have time for such people, and neither did you. Did they not know how important he is? Only he held the key to your cage, and he was going to ensure it stayed that way.

“I heard you, Mark. You know how the papers are, they write rumors, hoping they catch on, and then they launch an investigation if it gains enough traction. Simple solution: squash it out when it starts.”

You overhear him speaking in his office as you make his morning tea, and something in the pit of your stomach says that this is important, that you shouldn’t just brush it off like you normally do. You know that Mark is one of his close friends, a friend from his childhood. But the way Damien spoke, it felt unnatural, like sharp talons grazing slightly up your back, a small suggestion of the pain he can inflict if he so desires. “I’m having my men take care of it this evening. No one will notice a thing, and those who do, won’t say a word. Not if they don’t want to go the same way as this nosey reporter.”

No, something is deeply wrong. You drop the spoon you were holding onto the ground, making a noise of surprise that seems to get his attention. He hangs up the phone and you hear the click of his cane against the hardwood floors, sending a chill up your spine instead of the usual warmth that it typically brings. You jump when he enters the room, eyes wide with fear. 

“Something the matter, dearest? Something concerning you?” Damien tilts his head at you, taking slow but deliberate steps towards you. You turn around quickly, backing up against the table, looking to the doors, seeing if there’s any quick way out. Surely you could outrun him if you needed to, he has a bad knee after all. “Were you eavesdropping, dearest?” His tone shifts, a darker sinister look in his eyes as he encroaches in your space. Bodyguards fill the doors with their shoulders, blocking your exits as you glance around, trying to look for another way out. “N-no Damien, I’m j-just tired- I-” He uses the head of his cane to lift up your chin to look into his eyes, the once inviting blue now a sharp icicle piercing through you, searching for evidence of betrayal. You watch as he sticks his hand into his pocket, the pop of a cork, and a small glass vial is shoved under your nose. You try to push him away, but he blocks you against the table. “Deep breath now, come on, no need for those dangerous thoughts of leaving. You're safe here, dove. My sweet thing…” The sweet smell of peppermint overwhelms your senses, making your brain fog until you no longer struggle, the smile returning to your face. He cups your face, his expression softening to the same inviting, charming smile he usually greets you with. “There we go, isn’t that much better?” “Y-yes, I was jus-” “Shhh, it’s okay. I know it’s scary, but you’re safe here. With just me.” He accepts you into his arms as he begins humming a sweet tune, one that you continue as he just holds you, bodyguards resuming their usual positions. 

He doesn’t have blood on his hands, he must keep his perfect white dove innocent and safe. But he has no issue in ordering subordinates to do it for him.

[hannah-the-small]

“ I've had enough of you So won't you be my puppet on a string I've had enough of you Oh, dance, my little muppet plaything!

I'm up to here with you So, why don't you finally face it? Your fate is sealed! And everything you do is what I say! Starting now and everyday You'll be my puppet, learn to love it Every word I say, you'll covet! Start-a-new, stuck like glue Bid your former self adieu 'Cause I've had enough of you!”

-Billie Bust Up

//Cos people are curious what would happen if Gritt said no to Vox

[undead-merman]

Day Thirteen: Asylum Fuckfest

Harper and GN-Pc

Contains: Oviposition, Hypnosis, sex pollen, breeding mentions

It was a mating season. You could hear the sounds of flesh slapping all over, lewd sucking and slurping from every room. A hazy scent in the air, more than just the thick aroma of sex. Something sweet, overly so, like artificial strawberries caked in sugar and topped with gooey bubbling caramel and sprinkles. It was head spinning. You found yourself just a wee bit dizzy from the stench.

Everyone was so lost in some kind of hole or paralyzed by cock that they didn’t pay attention to you. Could they even see you? You gripped your gown as tight as you could and tried to find some kind of guard, a supervisor, anyone that held some kind of power. Anyone that could tell you what was going on, or even give you some kind of direction. You felt like you were supposed to be somewhere.

Whatever was in the air was starting to affect you... arouse you, slightly at first, but you were  dripping with sweat and need once you got past the cafeteria.  Down the hall to Harper’s office you went, a skip and spring in your step.  Strolling like Alice in Wonderland. Empty. The stark white hallway was desolate. Not even a fly buzzed around. Your nerves flared up like an excited school girl handing out their valentines as your fist met the wood of the door.

“Come in!” Cheerful came the good doctor’s voice.

You turn the handle and there he stood, looking out into the facility from his grand window, back turned to you. ‘Don’t go in’ something buried in your ape brain sent alarm bells off. You hesitated, your foot stopping midway.

“Worry not. Please come in. I insist.” His tone shifted at that last part. Harsher.

Your Pavlovian response kicked in. You followed without another hint of protest, a gleeful expression stabled on your face. He didn’t move when you approached, simply watching at the orgy down below. The chorus of moans and erotic noises was loud enough to reach up to where you stood.

“Isn’t it wonderful? Seeing all those people down there enjoying each other’s company is a real treat.” His arms were tight against his back as he gazed over the room… Lovingly. Like a shepherd watching his folk be merry in the fields. He careened his neck over towards you, making you flinch and gag when a sudden wafting of perfume much stronger than before hit you.

“But not to worry. Patients such as yourself are able to live amongst them just as easily with some guidance. I am here to help with your journey.” he faced you, and his eyes seemed to shine an unnatural fuchsia pink. Focused only on you. “So go ahead and disrobe, then we can get started on the treatment.”

Why would you say no? You happily obeyed baring your naked form before him as it was always meant to be. You were leaking, excited to be taken on his healing journey. He went from stiff to roguish grace as he pulled your shoulders and sat you down in his lap, smiling when he felt your weight.

“Now, Care so share some affection?” You let your lips fall to his. He tasted sweeter than he smelled. You could drink his saliva like wine. You grind down into his trouser. Your hands hurriedly unbutton him and dig into his underwear, but something grabs you back. Wet, burning warm, and wrapping around each fingertip to give it a kiss. Finally, pulling it out showed a slimy tendril as large as your hand and dripping with a liquid the same color as it and his eyes.

“Go ahead, sit on it.”

You moved your legs, hanging them over his shoulders to give him the perfect view of yourself. With great practice, you lower yourself back down. You can feel his appendage slither its way into your hole. You wiggled your hips down, so it could feel it squirm deeper inside. So, so good. You cried out for him to go even deeper inside.

Harper simply enjoyed the feeling of your premium hole. They enjoyed just how warm you were, ever since the first month you’d arrived they waited for you to become a prime host. Sure, there were so many in the overly sterile breeding grounds, but you were amongst the best. You held so many eggs and carried them so well. Each one perfectly healthy. Thought it was a shame that Harper took them away.

You never knew, though. No one did. Its perfume distorted a person’s sense of reality and made everyone perfect little brood mothers. Harper was perfectly willing to be their host. Being able to fuck his favorite patients was one of a few dozen perks.

Your toes curled, and you whimpered out a moan as you felt thick jelly fill your hole, more than just cum. You were skilled at milking it out of him. Taking everything that Harper had to offer. You truly were a priceless specimen. He could feel himself ready to fertilize you. He picked up the pace, thoroughly enjoying your fluttering hole and adorable whining voice. He pulls your hips down and fills you up with their seed. A euphoria spreads from both his ears and his cock.

You took every little drop, and it seemed like your hole was twitching for more. Truly, we're a brood mother above the rest. Not only his favorite, but theirs as well.

[pompous-puffed-up-penguin]

Misattribution (Scarecrow/Reader) (Part 1)

AO3 mirror: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42671673/chapters/107193093

Words: 1,533

Warnings: Needles, Hypnosis, Non-consensual drug use, Dub-consensual touching and kissing, Slight body horror, Mentions of abduction

AN: Good news, I wrote a fic for Scarecrow. Bad news, it’s really nasty. Heed the warnings. By proceeding, you consent to have this kind of content shown to you. I’m not responsible for the kind of things you consume on the Internet.

Your head is pounding. The lights shining down on you as you open your eyes don’t help. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the ache to fade away before opening them again. Blinking, you finally manage to adjust to the light and-

Footsteps approaching you from behind interrupt whatever you were trying to do. But you quickly realize that it didn’t matter what your plan was. Trying to raise your arms doesn’t work, neither does moving your legs. Looking down, you see why. Strapped to a cold, metal chair, you were trapped, at the mercy of whoever was here with you. On the wooden floor, each step from them sounded as loud as a bass drum.

“Hm. Awake. Good.” A deep voice hums in your right ear. Though you could move your head to see who was talking to you, you find that your neck will not cooperate. Cold fingers touch your cheek, slowly moving to the side of your throat. “Already pale.” They press down gently, and your captor quietly counts to himself. Though it’s only for a minute, it seems to last for hours. Finally, they release their grip. “Seventy-five beats. Subject to change, of course.” He chuckles, as if amused by his little comment.

Finally finding your voice again, you shakily ask what is happening. Why are you here, why-

A hand tilts your chin up to the source of the voice and you freeze. You can’t believe he’s real. You’ve only seen blurry pictures and heard crazed witness reports of him. Though he wasn’t physically impressive, he left everyone he met with psychological damage to last a lifetime. No matter what you feared, no matter how tiny or insignificant it may seem, he knew how to use it against you. Even now, your throat began to tighten as you thought of the raving lunatics left behind after one of his heists.

You’re about to become one of them.

Behind the burlap mask, you could feel his grin piercing into you as he softly laughs. “My reputation precedes me, it seems. Flattering. But save your energy for now. When we’ve truly begun, you’re free to scream however much you want.”

How did you even get here? You were heading home after a late night of studying at the university. It was getting dark, and one of your professors told you to go home. It was…Yes, it was the psychology professor. Crane. You were taking one of his classes this semester. Anyway, you were walking down the street and something heavy hit the back of your head. It’s a blur after that.

You can’t help but ask your captor again about why he brought you here.

“Oh, my child. Anyone with an inkling of knowledge of the scientific process understands that before releasing a product for public consumption, it must be tested first. And you,” his fingers trace down your shoulder to your arms, eliciting a shudder from you, “will be first to experience my newest dose.”

You’re almost afraid to ask, but a dose of what?

“Patience,” he hums. “My, if I had known how excited you would be, I would have abducted you months ago.” Again, he laughs, vibrating into your ears and through your bones.

He stands up and walks to a table just at the edge of your vision. You hear various glasses cling together as he begins to hum a tune to himself. You recognize it as Sing a Song of Sixpence, but that brings you no comfort. In fact, it does the opposite. But you can’t place the feeling, but it’s almost hypnotizing. Maybe it’s how deep and gentle his voice is, even when he talks about human testing, but it seeps into your brain like a mist. Even if you could cover your ears, you highly doubt you would.

Your eyelids begin to feel heavy. The room blurs. You find it hard to concentrate on anything, even as The Scarecrow walks back to you with a syringe holding a pale liquid. “Hm. How foolish of me.” He tsks as he looks over you. “I forget to put fumes into consideration when conducting these experiments.” His hand tilts your head up again, the leather glove scratching into your skin as you are forced to look up at him. Something was off. Were his eyes always that bright red? They almost seemed to glow as bright as the lights shining on you when you first woke up. And the teeth in his smile seemed razor sharp. Wait, did he always have a mouth in that mask? It almost seemed like a part of him.

“Just relax.” He traces the needle from your shoulder to the crook of your arm, and you feel a dull prick as you watch it pierce into a vein. You wince, and The Scarecrow chuckles as he watches your pained expression. “Are you like this with all your shots? Hm, poor thing.”

Almost immediately, the injection spot begins to burn. It’s not unpleasant, but as it spreads up your arm to your shoulder, the panic sets in. Your heart begins to race as the heat reaches your chest, up your neck, down to your stomach. Though it’s difficult, you muster up the strength to ask what The Scarecrow just injected you with.

“My prediction,” he answers, his clawed fingers (were they always this sharp?) lightly rubbing at your wound, “is that this liquidated form of toxin will act as a form of tranquilizer. Yes, the gaseous form will paralyze them with fear. But I was curious about other methods of intoxication. This being my first result.”

It is at this moment you realize how close he was getting to your face. The smell of his breath reminds you of piles of autumn leaves freshly raked. You are forced to stare into his eyes. They bore into you, looking through your psyche. You feel the urge to scream, but nothing escapes past your lips except for strained sighs and whimpers.

“Well, then. How does this make you feel?” His voice reverberates through the air, hissing into your ears. Though it wasn’t there before, a low growl accompanies it now. “Your cheeks are so red, my child. A fever?” He raises a clawed hand to your cheek, caressing it. As you feel the cool leather upon your skin, a shudder rushes down your spine. Though you can’t control your vocal cords, you do hear a faint gasp escape from you. The Scarecrow clicks his tongue as he observes. “Interesting reaction.” Slowly, oh so slowly, the tips of his claws trace down your throat, down your chest and to your hips. Every agonizing movement sends shockwaves through your muscles.

There’s no other way of putting it. This stimulation was driving you insane. Especially as the warmth has now spread over your groin and hips. Whimpers continue to creep out of you, out of your control as you try to look away from The Scarecrow’s eyes. But you can’t. If anything, you want to look deeper into them, want to know what he thinks of your reactions.

What does he want from you? Before you could stop it, a faint ‘please’ falls out of your mouth. You need to know what he wants so you can give it.

“I think the real question here would be,” he leans over to your ear and whispers. “What do you want, my child?”

You don’t know what made you say you want him. No, you need him. Keep talking to you, keep touching you, keep-

“Shh,” he hisses, brushing a claw against your lips as he shushes you. “There will be plenty of time for that. But you’ve done wonderfully. Yes, you’ve passed my expectations.”

And he kisses you. Even this small peck on the cheek was enough to send the heat coursing through you into overdrive. God, you needed more than that. You would do anything for another kiss. No, you needed him to-

“You poor thing.” He clicks his tongue, causing your groin to heat up even more. “My original prediction was that it would make you hang onto my every word. Make you so overcome with fear that I become your salvation from your nightmares.” He brings the back of his hand to your forehead. You find yourself leaning into it, desperate for that touch. “But it seems the dose was too much. You have a fever. And besides that, the fixation I have placed on you is intense in…unexpected ways.” He takes his hand back. Though it sounds far away, you hear yourself whimpering.

The chime of a clock distracts your captor, making him look away for a moment. Reaching a conclusion, he looks back to you. Slowly, he leans forward and presses his forehead against yours. Staring deep into his eyes, drowsiness suddenly envelopes you.

“I’m afraid this nightmare must come to an end. But do not worry, my child. When you wake, you will be back home, safe in your bed.” As your vision fades, the sharp smile and the glowing red eyes are the last thing you see before the world turns black.

“Safe…from The Scarecrow.”