#Mind Control (trope)

[gryfferin-gaybies]

My favorite trope will always, ALWAYS be mind control fighting. Like when Person A is being mind controlled by whatever source and is forced to try to hurt Person B. But Person B will do everything in their power not to hurt Person A.

Bonus points if they come out of it at the last second right before they kill Person B

[cdpdraws]

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[whumpster-dumpster]

Love it when a whumpee who's known to be especially emotive just goes blank. Dead quiet, glassy eyes, no thoughts head empty, especially if the change is super abrupt and unnerving

[puppyboytdick]

the prince and the prostitute

a prince who's never been able to cum offers a world-class prostitute an incredible sum of money to stay in his palace for as long as it takes to make him cum. the prostitute, confident that he can make the prince cum in minutes, wastes no time getting to work between the prince's legs. when sucking his swollen tdick and fingering his wet cunt doesn't work, he makes use of the prince's extensive collection of sex toys, using dildos and vibrators and his own cock in each of the prince's holes, all to no avail. he spends all night trying, achieving nothing but getting them both incredibly worked up with no release. the prince, frustrated with him, comes up with an idea. he locks the prostitute in a chastity cage. now, he says, you won't be allowed to cum until you make me cum. that'll give you the proper motivation.

over the next few weeks, the prostitute gets increasingly desperate. he spends hours every day trying to get the prince off, all while leaking and throbbing in his cage. he comes to the prince's room in the middle of the night, too distracted by his aching cock to sleep, and begs to try again. he tongues the prince's cunt until his jaw is sore, but it only serves to make them both more desperate. he pleads with the prince, please, I've never gone so long without cumming before, it hurts, I need it. well, the prince says, now you know how I feel. a full month passes, and the prostitute is even more eager than the prince to make him cum. he follows him around, begging for the opportunity to keep trying. he aches so constantly that it's all he can think about.

after another night of relentless edging, the prince pushes the prostitute away from his throbbing cunt, too sensitive to continue. the prostitute, delirious with desperation, starts to uselessly rut his caged cock against the prince's leg. something clicks in the prince's mind. watching him pant and sweat, hearing him beg almost incoherently between whimpers, feeling the precum leaking from his cock as it strains against the metal, the prince feels closer than he ever has. he starts to rub his own tdick. keep begging, he says. the prostitute is too dumb with desperation to realize what's happening, but he obeys the command. the prince rubs harder and faster. god, the prostitute is barely coherent now, unable to do anything but keep desperately humping the prince's leg. one more pretty whimper and it sends the prince over the edge. his whole body shakes as he cums, and cums, and cums, waves of pleasure crashing over him for full minutes. finally, he collapses, and catches his breath. he opens his eyes to find the prostitute looking at him with pleading desperation. you came, he says, so that means I get to cum, right? that means you'll unlock me? that was the deal, right? right?? but the prince only smiles at him. he's finally found what makes him cum, why would he ever let that go?

[geode-crystal]

Possessed/mind controlled/magically puppeteered Whumpee fighting from the inside.

That's it, that's the post.

[destructivearchitect]

— SHEPARD: “not everything i’ve done is… something to be proud of.”

— ANDERSON: “i’m proud of you. you did good, child. you did good.”

[manipulative-puppeteer]

Tropes part 1

Mind controlled Whumpee

TW: captive whump, wounds, mentions of torture, mentions of forced self harm, stress positions, hypnosis, helplessness

Losing hours of their time, not being to remember most of their day and unbearable headache not helping

Additionally, bruises, cuts and other wounds appearing on their body without any explanation and without a way to stop them from happening

Trying different things, buying cameras, new locks or even trackers, but they all cut off when the switch happens

Waking up panicked, scared and shaking, not in a place or clothes they went to sleep in

Despite all the precaution, it doesn’t stop

Differently, hypnosis used as a punishment or a reward with a captive Whumpee 

With their freedom gone, the only thing left is their thoughts, they would hate losing it above anything else

They beg to be tortured since the alternative is worse, they rather feel pain than lose their autonomy

Whumper still using the hypnosis on them and when it’s done the Whumpee wakes up from the fog and cries, giving up, since there's nothing of them left anymore

In comparing, using hypnosis as a reward, a panic disappears and the Whumpee’s body relaxes for a first time in a long time, finally their body no longer aches

When they wake up and pain returns it hits harder, and soon they start to beg to be put under again

Another scenario is Whumpee being conscious under hypnosis, them remembering everything and their head clear

Not being able to move when the Whumper tortures them, not even as a reaction to pain

Being forced to hurt themselves, their body not hesitating but their thoughts screaming, trying their hardest to stop themselves but failing, maybe managing to twitch before they body carries out the order

Being forced into stress positions without any bindings, just standing for hours, being bored but not being able to do anything other than think, feeling all the strain on their body but not being able to give up until eventually, after hours it collapses on itself

Then feeling the strain of muscles days after

This post is long as it is, but I also want to mention:

Mind control triggering with a specific words/sentences after the rescue, maybe some commands are still active and make Whumpee relapse

[lumpywhump]

mind controlled whumpee who can't trust themself. Whumper can hack into whumpee's head whenever. Whumpee, while fighting whumper with their weapon, has to worry about if they're going to turn in their team mates. Maybe they don't know whumpers limitations so they always have to be on high alert. And then the after math. When whumpee wakes up and sees what they have done. It doesn't matter if caretaker says whumper did it. It was still whumpee's body. If they were strong enough, they would be able to break free, right?

[whump-galaxy]

“Find them for me.”

“With pleasure.”

[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump 2025 Day 4: Hivemind ♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

There’s something wrong. 

There’s a… pressure. Deep in Whumpee’s skull. It’s unbearable, a suffocating cocoon wrapping around their mind, the preasence of something vast and endless.

Whumpee stumbles, clutching their head as the voices slam into them - millions of them droning in unison.

Join us.

“No,” Whumpee grits out through clenched teeth. They stagger backwards, hands clawing at their temples. Their thoughts are slipping like sand. The voice whispering in their head no longer belongs solely to them, and the feeling is sickening.

Are you afraid?

“Yes,” Whumpee chokes out. Their breaths punch out from their lungs, their heart pounding. They drop to their knees as the pressure swells into a vice.

Just let go. We can take the fear away.

“No!” Whumpee clamps their hands over their ears, but it does nothing to stop the voices from worming their way in. They try to think, to focus on something, anything real. Their name. Their home. The memory of the friends’ faces. But the memories begin to blur, to dissolve around the seams. 

White hot agony rips through them. Their body seizes and they let out a choked scream, curling into themselves tightly as if they can make themselves a smaller target. Their thoughts turn to static. 

Submit.

“No, please,” they whimper. “Please, leave me alone!”

The presence inside them grows even sharper, digging deep. Their arms twitch, their hands clenching into tight fists without permission.

“No! Ple-”

Their voice cuts off sharply. Their throat locks up.

Their heartbeat slows. Blissful calm seeps over their body, washing away every little ache.

Welcome home.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

@febuwhump

edit// accidentally hit post on this early oops y'all enjoy

[abhainnwhump]

Under mind control, Whumpee has no idea what they're doing. Then Whumper sets them free. Whumpee realizes they've done so much damage, they've harmed and killed so many people, they beg to go back under it. At least they won't feel or remember the pain.

[macknus]

Febuwhump Day Eighteen

Prompt: Living weapon

I took this prompt with a grain of salt 3:) sort of— also sorry not sorry for making all my Supervillain’s hot af

Febuwhump Master-post

Supervillain grinned when the Hero team swarmed the opposite side of the pier. Leader levelled Supervillain with a glare that could saw through cartilage and bone. Supervillain was alone as usual. He didn’t need an army to do his dirty work. He was an army himself. A living weapon.

He wore his usual grey trench coat that reached the middle of his calves, slightly obscuring his black combat boots, combat trousers and black t-shirt. His hair was perfectly styled to look messy as it fell in waves of silver to his chin. Grinning eyes sat above a smirking mouth as he stood casually with his hands in his coat pockets.

Supervillain tilted his head. “You took your sweet time, Leader. I could have levelled an entire block by now.”

“And yet you’re just standing there,” Leader replied coolly, straightening to his full height.

Scout came through over Leader’s earpiece. “He didn’t plant anything, and I can’t detect any ambush waiting,” she reported. Leader knew she was on roof of the warehouses beside them.

Leader didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. Rogue told her to stay alert. She replied with copy.

Supervillain’s smirk widened, revealing his teeth. He looked over Leader’s shoulder to Youngest who glared back at him with as much hatred as she could muster.

“Hello Youngest,” he cooed. Youngest didn’t bristle, didn’t flinch. Supervillain let out a hum of approval. His eyes flicked to Leader. “You’re so serious all the time. You should lighten up. Don’t you let them have any fun Leader?”

“Oh, we have fun,” Second promised darkly, a cold smirk painted on her red lips. “Especially when we have to knock arrogant, little upstart shits like you down a peg or two.”

Supervillain’s laughter boomed through the pier. “I always liked you Second. You have a murderous streak that would benefit you more as a Villain, darling.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Why’re we here, Supervillain?” Leader demanded, almost bored. He had been hyped for a fight, not a chat.

Supervillain’s grin lessened, returning to a handsome smile as the wind whipped his jacket and hair around him. “I’ve gathered you all here for a heads up.”

“A heads up?” Leader asked, cocking a brow. “For what?”

Scout shifted above them. “Scout, do you sense anybody else?” Rogue asked.

“No,” she answered. “There’s nobody else here but us.”

“I’m tired of beating you heroes all the time. All you with your little teams. It… well, if I can be open and vulnerable for the moment, it has been very lonely. As I’m sure you know, Leader, how lonely it can be at the top. Isn’t that why you have a team? You know you’re the only Hero who could take me one-on-one. There’s no need to bring a group of your friends, but you do. Every time.”

“We balance each other out,” Second snarled.

Supervillain inclined his head at her, condescending. “I’m sure that’s what Leader’s told you. But let’s be honest, Second, if I went against you, I’d flatten you and then turn you to ash beneath my boot.”

Second surged forward but Leader grabbed her arm, stopping her. “This is exactly what he wants.”

Supervillain shrugged across from them, going to lean on one of the mooring anchors ships tied their ropes to when docking.

“Anyways,” Supervillain continued with a wave. “I decided I wanted a loyal dog, too. A little puppy. Someone to come with me on jobs like this, we can quip back and forth, y’know, fun team building stuff.”

Leader rolled his eyes. “Anything, Scout?”

“Leader, I swear. We’re alone.”

Leader narrowed his gaze at Supervillain who didn’t take that stupid smirk off his face. “Okay. Thanks for the heads up. We’ll be going then.”

Leader began to turn when Supervillain stopped him. “Don’t you want to know who I chose as my protégé, Leader?”

“I’m sure I’ll find out during our next encounter,” Leader said with a wave. “Later.”

“But they’re here right now.”

Nobody moved a step. Leader took a breath. Back turned to Supervillain, he whispered: “Scout?”

“T-there’s… there’s nobody else here but us, Leader.”

A ripple of unease went through the Hero team at Scout’s report. Leader’s mind started racing, did… no— none of his team would betray him. He couldn’t even—

“Got your attention now, Leader?”

“What the hell do you mean?” Leader snarled, turning to face the smirking Supervillain again.

“Exactly what I said.” Supervillain said softly, pushing off the mooring anchor. His eyes glittered dangerously. Happy to have ruffled Leader’s feathers.

Leader turned to glance over his shoulder, but Supervillain chuckled and Leader whipped his head back. “What?!”

“None of your team knowingly betrayed you, Leader,” Supervillain said, as if reading his thoughts. Leader balled his hands into fists by his sides. Screw hiding his emotions. Supervillain knew exactly how rattled he was at this revelation. Supervillain tilted his head to the side. “Or don’t you trust them?”

“Shut up!” Second yelled. “Just shut the hell up! Leader, he’s obviously lying!”

“Am I?”

“Yes,” Second spat. “He’s just doing this to rile you up.”

Supervillain kept his gaze on Leader, the same casual stance so arrogant. So cocky. So at ease. Leader knew he wasn’t bluffing. Leader taught back on Supervillain’s taunts and words and he stiffened.

Supervillain wanted a loyal dog. A puppy. Someone he could train and influence. They were… the team was set in their ways.

Leader swallowed and turned. He looked into two pale green eyes. Youngest blinked as Second turned too, a hand over her mouth. Second whirled and started running for Supervillain, screaming: “no! NO! You can’t have her.”

Rogue joined Second and then there was the clashing of magic and blades as they fought. Youngest blinked at Leader.

“I- I didn’t,” Youngest choked out. “I don’t want to go with him,” she said. “Please Leader. Don’t let him take me.”

A rush of warm air passed by Leader’s ear and he lunged before he knew what he was doing. A flurry of movement. Leader locked with Supervillain in a tornado of a lethal dance; strike, counter strike, block, kick. Blow after blow they traded, until Leader felt his power surge and he slammed Supervillain into the cement wall of the pier with so much force it cracked under Supervillain’s weight.

Supervillain let out a loose, crazed laugh, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Leader shoved him further in until Supervillain bent double, folded over in the concrete.

“I don’t need to take you, Youngest,” Supervillain cooed, laughing as he pushed against the concrete. “You’re already such a good little Mutt.”

Leader curled his lip back and grabbed Supervillain by the shirt and drew their fist back. Before he could punch Supervillain a hand caught his wrist and Leader’s blood went cold. Supervillain’s smile got wider as Leader glanced at Youngest.

“Youngest?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Let him go, Leader,” Youngest said. Her voice… it sounded the same. As if she was talking about the weather.

“Youngest,” Leader repeated, breathless.

“I won’t ask again, Leader,” she told him. Leader let go of Supervillain and back up a step. He turned to face Youngest, reaching a hand out to her.

“Youngest, you—” Leader didn’t get to finish before Youngest slapped his hands away and snapped her palm against the air. Leader gasped as a wall of wind slammed him careening backwards across the pier. His back hit the ground first as he tumbled over himself as he lost speed. He groaned as he stopped finally, dizzy as he pushed himself up onto his palms.

“Leader!” Scout shouted down the ear piece, but Leader ignored them all as he saw Youngest help Supervillain out of the wall. Even from this far away Leader could see his stupid, victorious grin.

He pushed himself to his feet, running at the pair, not aware of anything over the rushing in his ears. “SUPERVILLAIN!”

Supervillain saluted Leader as he grabbed Youngest around the waist. “Until next time, Leader.”

Leader roared as he pushed his body faster, harder, but just as Leader reached the place they stood, they disappeared.

“FUCK!” Leader screamed as he whirled in place. “Scout?! Tell me they’re—”

But Scout was breathing raggedly down the line and he cursed again. “They… they’re gone.”

*~*~*~*~*

Tag-list: @whump-in-the-closet @anxious-mess19 @scoundrelwithboba

[youareatragedy]

(Contains spoilers (?) of Empyrean series)

I just want to say that I will DNF the Empyrean series if Rebecca Yarros chooses to make Violet pregnant. Do NOT make Violet as dumb as Feyre (having a child while war is looming over their heads). Are you kidding me? The only way I will barely tolerate it is if by the end of the series, Violet finds out she’s pregnant or if there’s a two-page epilogue that simply like, "Yeah Violet and Xaden have two heirs" or something like that.

I know Rebecca Yarros got pregnant young, but I still have faith in you not to self-insert, Rebecca. I'm begging you.

ACOSF already made me hate the pregnancy trope so much (thanks SJM 👍). Seeing a couple who couldn’t even wait at least five years for Feyre—barely in her early 20s—to mature a little more, strategize, or do something useful to prevent the looming war before bringing a child into the world pisses me off so badly. Especially when they had that death pact?? The audacity to hand over the responsibility of raising that child to other people if they died?? Not to mention no matter how small, there’s a possibility the magic won’t choose Rhys’ children as the next rulers anyway? So this whole "we must have an heir ASAP" thing is what? An ego trip? Narcissistic traits that can no longer be contained and must continue in the form of biological children? Selfish af.

*takes a deep breath*

I genuinely hate the pregnancy trope. And all these weirdos thinking Violet being pregnant is okay when she's a leader of a revolution or that having a baby would somehow be a cure for veninness? Please... Stop. This isn’t the Handmaid’s Tale society. The main thing shouldn’t be having babies as heirs. An unborn child shouldn’t be burdened with healing the evil in the world or carrying the weight of their parents’ trauma (*cough* people who think Nesta would heal from the trauma of her mother’s abuse by being a mother herself and that Cassian would be such a great girl dad *cough*).

Also… are we the readers, really expected to sit through Violet cartwheeling on the back of a giant ass dragon while pregnant? Or should we just assume that the most powerful rider Violet, with two powerful dragons will be stuck sitting at home because of that pregnancy? She already has EDS and struggles to fight on that dragon without being pregnant, and people want her to be pregnant?? DURING ACTIVE WAR?? What is wrong with people? Pregnant people can’t even go on a rollercoaster, let alone wield lightning while trying not to throw up during a dragon flying maneuver. PLEASE. I-DONT-CARE if the majority of people wants Violet and Xaden to have babies. I will actually DNF that book.

[gifti3]

the goverment is definitely figuring out this alien situation asap right?? cause whats happening currently is not feasible in the long run is it not??

im sure they are trying to maybe figure it out...probably, but part of me feels like it is not being treated with the seriousness it should be by them, which ig is in character LOL

pretty much relying on one guy (who doesnt even wanna be doing this) is actually scary

and the mc still has to like 'encourage' him to do it, tho its much easier in the 'ray ending' for sure. that man just wants to live a regular life with mc (unfortunately for him that means continuing to be binary star and dealing with aliens)

and if i was a citizen and knew this id be panicking

like yea u have these other heroes helping and stuff which im sure looks comforting from an outside point of view! but like the actuality is that its ray keeping things afloat

AND ON THE TOPIC OF THE MC, i was definitely in my head like....wouldnt rays superiors (managers??) get like curious about them? like no way theyre not being nosy about it after a certain amount of time passes. it really feels like something that could be leveraged against him,,, (if there is fic about this pls send it to me lol)

honestly i feel like mc and rays relationship would have moments of high stress. like there will be good times but also the bad times will also be there and its sometimes gonna be because of outside factors they cant control

[whump-n-comfort]

pick your favorite flavor of angsty mind control

complete domination. there is no sign of them in there anymore. you have no hope of getting anything out of them as they remain dead silent the entire time you fight them. even if they normally are rather stoic, the dead eyes expression they're wearing looks so alien on them that it has you shivering. it makes the way they break down once they're free all the more heartbreaking

puppet master situation. you can see every painstaking emotion on their face as they viciously attack you. the tears streaming down their cheeks make your reluctance to try and fight back almost override all your other plans, but when they start begging you to leave them as if they were at all disposable, it reinvigorates your need to save them and bring them home where the person who started this can never touch them again

[fern-writes-whump]

mind control is fun :]

Think of a whumpee sort-of-turned-whumper that is forced to hurt someone else.

The person being controlled is stuck watching their body do things they never would, and even if they're not conscious during it- waking up and having no idea what you did in the past hours/days/months is nothing short of jarring if it's not something you're used to or expect.

And then imagine the hurt in everyone else's eyes when they look at them. Because even if they knew that whumpee wasn't in control, it was still their hands, their voice, their face. Rationally, it's easy to know they didn't do anything wrong, but it's still impossible not to flinch when they get close.