#hypno visor

[furufoo-art]

Drew this for my girlfriend greenie :> Drekir were created by ThePatchedHobo

[albihypnostuff]

visor won good, thats what i voted for @w@

guys reblog this i need to know

[diamondthehypnohornydom]

mmf, my biggest fantasy is to be kidnapped and brainwashed. i'd be shoved in a van, a hypno visor strapped to my face, never seen again

just kept mindless and obedient for my new owner, used however they desire

Sounds like you just want to be a good girl and be very useful to someone, who can blame you! It’s what all good girls should aspire to be

[agirlandherkinks]

Hypnovisor: Beta Test (TGTF, Hypno)

James had always been a tech super-fan. The newest phone, newest headphones, shiniest laptop, he had to stay abreast of and on top of the current trends. So when he read about some fancy new VR company that wanted beta testers for a headset, provided for free (minus shipping), his vision blurred and he signed up before he even considered finishing reading the ad.

Three weeks of anticipation and waiting passed until his doorbell finally rung, accompanied by the corresponding buzz of an email notification on his phone. Scrambling from his couch he flung the apartment door open, and to his mild surprise saw that the postman was nowhere in site. There was just a nondescript cardboard box labelled "Fragile", which fortunately bore none of the expected dents and scratches one would associate with the postal service and delicate freight. Practically bouncing with undignified delight, James scooped his parcel up and dashed back inside, barely remembering to lock the door behind him.

The headset looked even better than he had imagined. Sleek plastic curves surrounded a central visor that was just translucent enough to see through, meaning you could walk around safely if you turned a program's opacity down. It fit beautifully when he tried it on, more comfortable than anything he'd ever worn. Wearing it felt wonderful and... right, somehow. His only complaint was that the black headset was decorated in hot pink highlights, although it still looked futuristic enough to sooth his fragile masculinity. His roommate and best friend Erik certainly agreed, interspersing James' insightful comments with appropriate "Ooh's" and "Aah's". Waiting for the battery to charge seemed to take a thousand years, although chatting with each other about what it could do replaced their boredom with swiftly growing excitement.

Two hours later, a soft buzz from the headset in the corner signified its charge was complete. Erik cheered, his sandy-blonde hair bouncing behind him, and even James couldn't suppress a soft whoop of excitement. Erik unplugged it and handed it to James with a flourish and a bow, who accepted it with a suitable stuffy speech. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he was so giddy with anticipation he felt he could match Erik's goofiness for once. The advertisement had promised unmatched realism, a luxurious fit, and cutting-edge, groundbreaking technology. Normally James would have discounted claims like that as corporate claptrap, but the headset fit so well he actually believed the rest of it.

Booting up the headset brought a perky, relaxing jingle in his ears and wall of settings text in his vision. He would have read it, but between his own excitement and Erik's infectious enthusiasm he left the settings on default and skipped to the main menu. The feedback for the buttons was amazing, it felt just like he was pressing down on them whenever he touched one! Another little jingle sounded as he confirmed his choices, and a few games and applications bubbled up into his view, imposed over a hot pink background.

"So Erik, what do you think I should try," James asked. "We've got a music player, interior design app, some sorta idle monster game, and a few RPG's." "Surely try out the RPG's man! You've gotta see that high-definition you were yammering about when we called." Erik's voice came back surprisingly muffled, as if he was speaking down a long tunnel. "Bro, I can barely hear you, the noise-cancelling on this headset's insane! It's like I'm in a world of my own!" James took a deep breath, recovering a little of his composure. "Alright, an RPG it is. Fantasy, sci-fi, or modern day?" "Go fantasy! You know we've both got a thing for elf chiiiicks. Hell, with the kind of feedback you were telling me about, you might even get to grab her" Erik's distant voice sounded playful, with a ting of desire and jealousy. And it did make James hard, at the thought of getting to look and squeeze and fondle some busty elf bitch, made entirely to his wishes~

To James' horror a quiet moan escaped his lips, accompanied by faint hysterical laughter from his friend. Brushing it off angrily, he slammed the icon for 'Silverflame: A Magical Journey' (the button felt like thick moss to his touch). Instantly a soft flute begun to play in his ears, accompanied by the gentle lull of a harp and a quiet sparkling. James felt himself relax, all the tension draining out of his body. Erik must have noticed too, because James heard his laughter die down to be replaced with a slightly concerned silence. "Don't worry man," James said, "music's just really pretty..." He trailed off with a slight giggle, but heard Erik give an affirmative just before a silky, sultry voice started to speak.

"Welcome traveler, to the beautiful world of Silverflame. An untamed paradise where strange beasts roam the land, noble adventurers go forth in search of treasure, and the most wonderful magic [James shuddered] is woven. You are the latest brave, beautiful heroine [Heroine? Shouldn't I get to choose my character's gender first?] to step foot into this land. But first, tell us a bit about who you really are."

Pink sparkles rained across the screen, superimposing his view of a vibrant meadow with a series of stats. Physique, IQ, Wisdom, and Charisma, fairly standard stuff. And next to it, a human man with a blank, slightly happy expression on his face [...did he look familiar?]. James gasped, he looked just like a real person! Erik was suitably impressed by this information, and urged him to pick some stats so he can get to the body modification. "You can always change them later man, might as well pick a couple of stats now and get a move on. Sounds like you're not gonna get to pick your gender for a while, which kinda sucks. Buuut if we're being horny about this, you might as well go for a slut scaffold so you make less changes later." James chuckled at this, remembering the build they discussed one night while both sloshed beyond belief. For this game it would be high Physique and Charisma, low IQ and Wisdom. James touched the slider for Physique, and gasped as he felt himself feel... better than he had in a long time.

Not trusting his senses any more, and worrying about Erik being exposed to whatever was happening from the other side of the headset, James brushed off his concerned questions (which he could barely hear now, past the soothing, soothing, music) and suggested he went to the toilet, since he'd been holding it in since he got here. Erik grumbled at missing out, but mercifully left. James was actively sweating from what just went through his body, but couldn't muster the energy or concentration to feel the level of panic he knew he should be. The music was just so, so calming, that fear was harder to feel than usual. The prompt told him he still had to change two more stats, so he decided to turn down Wisdom. He gasped again and his vision went blurry, and when it cleared he felt a bit, fuzzier? In the head. But it wasn't too bad, in fact it was perfectly manageable. He felt even calmer now, so maybe changing another stats would make him feel better. Why not IQ? He tapped the slider.

He groaned as an immense pressure wrapped around his brain. Thoughts, aspirations, memories felt like they were melting from his head faster than they appeared. The pressure seemed like it lasted forever, but eventually it trailed off and he was left panting in his chair. It had felt, really good? Like, tots good, even. James giggled to himself. Something was different about him, but he couldn't think what. Oh well, it'll probably come to him later. He squealed in delight as he realized he could get a step closer to the body modification page, although he looked longingly at the IQ slider. He could come back to it later, for now it was time to make his super-hot elf slut a body!

James clapped to himself with delight as a cute little melody played, a shower of sparkles spiraled [spiraled...] across the screen, and the man on the side moved to the center of the screen. "Firstly", the sultry voice said, "choose what race you want to be." That was an easy choice. He clicked on the 'Elf' button, and shivered as he felt tingles run through his body, intensifying in his ears. Reaching up to touch them, he inhaled as he felt long, pointed tips. In fact, his whole body seemed a bit slimmer. This doesn't quite feel right... he thought. Oh I know! It must be making me an elf too! Maybe we'll be in a party together! Between the strange fuzziness and the pulsating heat in his groin, James quickly flicked to the next page and made his choices. Long, silver hair, gorgeous big purple eyes, and some giant perky lips. "Combination unlocked!" the narrator exclaimed, "+1 Charisma, -1 Wisdom!" James giggled again as the mental fog settled a little tighter around his brain and naughty thoughts about cute girls and boys filled his brain. Boys? Well I guess I've never minded swinging both ways... This felt natural to him, because of course he'd always been bisexual. Next screen!

"Choose your voice young heroine," the woman commanded. James felt a little strange, like her voice was echoing around his head. And why were the sparkles still there, spinning and spinning around the screen. He felt confused, but knew he had to obey that voice. He picked the sexiest combination for his own voice; high pitched, breathy, perky. "Combination unlocked! +1 Charisma, -1 Int." He moaned as that wonderful pressure wrapped his brain and his weekend plans changed to eyeing hunks at the beach. Girls were cool and all, but men had always been more interesting to him [and their pulsing, hard...].

"Now heroine, can you tell me: Are you a girl, or a boy?" The question sent shock waves through his brain. He was a he... right? Why did it feel like there was some longing, some need to acknowledge the woman in him... her? The fog, the music, the spirals, all the feelings he had been having, James could hardly think. Maybe he should think less. Being a girl sounded fun, it's just a character after all. And he needed to be sexy. "Wonderful choice young lady! Now, are you a dominatrix, a super-switch, or a bimbo slut?" Bimbo slut~ James giggled as the words echoed in her brain. She was a bit of a slut, now that she thought about it. It felt odd to pick it, but why not for funsies? "Bimbo slut selected! Wonderful choice, just wonderful. Hold still while your stats are adjusted, and then we'll begin on giving you the perfect, sexy body you've always wanted."

The spirals filled her view and began increasing in speed. James was taken aback at first, but quickly felt oddly calm and receptive to that sultry voice.

"Physique +1, Physique +1, Physique +1." James felt wonderful, like every ache and blemish in his body had faded away.

"Wisdom -1, Wisdom -1." Thinking was fuzzy, but Jamella felt so content she didn't care.

"Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1. Charisma +1." Jamella gasped as visions of sexy men, pecs and abs and juicy, throbbing cocks filled her mind. A desperate heat filled her, and she began touching her groin against her will to try and ease it.

"IQ -1." She moaned, feeling light.

"IQ-1." Empty. She was so, wonderfully empty.

"IQ -1." This was like, so much funsies! She didn't know what was going on, but everything felt so nice~

"IQ -1. Congratulations Ella, you now have the 'Bimbo Slut' build."

Ella giggled absently. Thinking was like, so hard, and she felt like, so hard~. The fun spirals had disappeared... But the nice lady was talking to her again! With great effort, she listened in. "Now that your mental changes are complete, it's time for the physical changes!" Ella rubbed her thighs together and cheered in excitement. She couldn't wait to have more fun! "Unless you choose so now, the process will be au-to-ma-tic [...why was she using such big words?]. You can choose to take over at any time, or wait until the end and adjust as you please [...please. That word felt funny in her brain]".

"No user input detected. Body adjustment commencing."

A nice shiver went through Ella's body as she felt her headset warm against her face. Looking at the boring young man she'd begun to customize (her reflection, of course), she couldn't wait to begin! She sighed happily as waves of pretty silver hair drifted into her view and cascaded down her back. It felt especially nice against her smooth, soft skin, and she couldn't help but gently shake her head to watch it sway. A cool feeling brought her attention to her face, and the alluring amethyst eyes now set in it. Her face itself became much more elegant [but cutesy, too!], and she puckered her lips as a lovely pressure made them swell and bulge out, giving her a sexy and kissable pout [the boys'll love this look! boys~]. She felt herself shrink a few centimeters, gulping as her Adam's apple disappeared into her body. In fact, her whole body had become even more slender, with narrow shoulders, adorably small hands [pretty purple nails!], and a tiny little waist. She gasped, then clasped her hands over her mouth in delight. Her voice was so high and cutesy! She couldn't stop herself from giving out tiny, high-pitched giggles, just to hear how cute she was!

"Basic body structure altered. Adjusting outfit in preparation for primary and secondary sexual characteristics."

Ella ooh'ed appreciatively as a stream of sparkles enveloped her body. And when they disappeared, she squealed in delight! Her drab t-shirt and denim shorts were gone! In their place was a beautiful silver mini-dress that shimmered like starlight when she moved. She frowned in vexation, though. The plunging chest and shoulder-less design was very pretty, but her chest was flat! [shouldn't I have tiddies? The boys won't like me like this...] And the way it clung to her waist and hips would have been sexy, but as it was there was barely any difference between them! Her ass wasn't nearly big enough to justify how the dress cut off barely past it, and with how tight the fabric was Ella could see how achingly hard she was [wait, why do I have a cock? I'm supposed to get cock! In my mouth, in my ass, in my tight little pussy~]. It wasn't right!

"Thank you for your patience sweetie. Optimal figure calculated. Prepare for adjustment of sexual characteristics."

Ella let out a moan as a wave of heat and pleasure washed over her. With how horny she was she could barely keep her eyes open, but she knew she wanted to watch herself become the sexy little [cum] slut she was meant to be [I want it... I want to be~]. The heat settled in her hips, her ass, and her chest, and she moaned again as the changes begun.

Her nipples grew first, more than doubling in size and stiffening through the soft fabric of her dress. Tentatively touching them induced a gasp of pleasure [so nice~] and sent her rocking backwards. The motion made her giggle, because in that time she'd grown a cute pair of B-cup breasts that jiggled when she rocked. Jiggle makes me giggle. I like giggling. I like jiggling. Ella nodded thoughtfully to herself, feeling very wise. Her boobies grew to C-cups. She jiggled some more. She giggled some more.

A tightness around her hips distracted Ella from her tiddies. They were growing! She groaned as fabric and flesh tightened around them, too euphoric to feel pain. Sliding her hands from her waist to her hips made her squeal happily. She had such a sexy hourglass figure, she knew any girl worth her money would be jealous [and the boys would wanna hold me and squeeze me and fuck me raw]. Thighs thickening dramatically in response to her growth, she slapped her ass in impatience. Why won't it get bigger already!

But get bigger it did, swelling out in response to her touch. She fell forward as sheer pleasure blanketed her mind and weakened her knees. Squishing her boobies against the ground made her feel even nicer, until she was panting and moaning for somebody to help, to hit her again and make her bigger~

A slap landed on her booty, and she groaned in delight as it and her thighs swelled again. More. More! I NEED MORE! She moaned in ecstasy as blow after blow landed, making her swell and grow and grow and swell and feel so gooooood! Her tits inflated to D, then E-cups [good for the boys. I can jiggle so well for them~]. Her hips widened and thighs thickened, until she looked ridiculously large compared to her waist [ridicu... ridic... really, really sexy...] And her ass kept growing, and growing, and growing and growing and growing and growing! Tighter! Around my cock! Cock... I... oh~ Too... too... much! Too much! I'm~ I'm!

OooOOoOoOOooOoOoooOOOOOHHH~

Ella screamed in delight as she came, just cumming and cumming and cumming her tiny little brain out.

"Wisdom -1. IQ -1. Charisma +1. Charisma +1."

She was desperate, humping against the ground as the flow of cum abated from her cock. Everything she had been was flowing out of her messy stupid brain, and everything that she should be was coming in. Boys... Cock... Need fuck... Breed~ I'm such a dumb little cum slut~ She giggled to herself.

"Final adjustment required."

Ella stood up shakily, the bottom of her dress a cum-soaked mess. She squealed with delight as the mental fog settled even tighter and she felt an intense heat in her groin. She could see the tops of nipples trying to break free from her dress, and could feel the air drift over her ass, which had mostly escaped the fabric in her growth. So sexy. Hehe~ Boy can take me~ Don't even need dress off~ Thinking hard... Her ass and hips had pulled up so much fabric that her cock was visible now, deflating and still leaking from her orgasm, but she gasped in pleasure as it began rising up again. And, as she felt something long and hard brush her booty [cock? Boys? Fuck?].

A pressure like hands on her shoulders forced her to her knees, and she whimpered in desire as she felt an unseen cock touch her cheek. At the same time, something began intensely stimulating her own. She reflexively opened her mouth in a moan, but was cut off as she felt the cock shove inside [Feels~ Feels!].

All thought stopped.

Her mind was blank, full of pleasure and desire and happiness. Her cock felt good like it never had before, and the dick in her mouth tasted wonderful~ This was what Ella was made for, what she was meant to be. Feeling good, feeling sexy, feeling a pleasant emptiness that could only be filled with cock. Her haze reached a crescendo. Dimly she was aware of her own cries of ecstasy, muffled by the cock fucking her mouth and mind, as she came harder than she even had before. And as she came, her dick shrunk with each spurt until it went inside her [inside me!]. The cock withdrew from her mouth, filling her with a desperate longing. Emma moaned for her unseen hero, then gasped as she felt him once more. And blinked in surprise as the pretty meadow and her sexy reflection disappeared.

She was kneeling on the floor of an unfamiliar room. Shaking off a little of her confusion [don't need know much anyways...], she gasped as the tell-tale smell of pre-cum filled her nose. There was a man standing in front of her!

Sandy-blonde hair. Body like a surfer hunk! Naked. With a massive, sexy cock, dripping with her saliva and it's own juices. Ella moaned in desire, falling on all fours. Visibly trembling with lust, he tenderly cupped her cheek and slowly moved behind her.

Touching her with his [cock!].

Ever so gently, on the edge of her [...pussy!!!!]

He rammed inside her, and she screamed as an absolute feeling of rightness, of sexiness and pleasure and single-minded happiness rushed through her [MORE! HARDER! COCKKKK~]. Riding his dick she felt herself go into a trance, with nothing, absolutely nothing, disturbing her feelings. Ever. This was right. Ella moaned and surrendered to herself, drifting away on her lover's cock and mindless pleasure.

[dom-ftm-dark]

Conversion therapy but for cishet boys

Get a bunch of boys with dicks and make them into gay boys.

They spend their time with a dildo in their ass and hypno visors. Keeping them edged while they watch gay porn and with suggestions to make them attracted to men.

Gaslighting them to believe that they should be worshipping men.

Conversion therapy to make cishet boys into gay bottoms for trans men to fuck into.

[arseniy-arsenicum33]

All Hermits in Hero Forge!

Season 10 is coming! And I've finished modeling every Hermit (Thus far) in their TCG-cards poses!

Special thanks to Hoffen for their original minecraft models...

You've already saw these eight models in my Life-series minis showcase, slight tweaks and costume changes... I really need to buy Hero Forge subscription, so i can manipulate fingers individually... Now, for the new guys... Guess what?! I've figured out how to make links! Now you can see my references directly! Technology!

Ren got his cool casual look...

Docm77 inspired primarily by Belmarzi's design, such as this... It was very funny to suddenly stop in the middle of this project to model him hugging Snoop Dogg...

JoeHills, unsurprisingly, based on real-life Joe Hills... But I did have this comic by my side while modeling him, for moral support, because modeling someone's likeness is always stressful...

Cleo's pose pose a challenge, It uses a transparent one-legged skeleton inside the main body... Like a real armour-stand magic! I like how it turned out...

I've started watching Zedaph very recently, so both Noxolotl's and Applestruda's portrayals of him were very helpful in forming mine...

Blaise's Hermit line up was used for Cub and Hypno, which you will see down the line... Bee's art was helpful, once again, and these Cub-arts by Sylvan...

My main goal with Jevin was to somehow convincingly make a slime look slimy... I was so ready to make him as rotund as this art, but alas, program restrictions...

This art was used for False at the very beginning, but it drifted so much with the addition of cheekbones, that it doesn't look like it at all anymore...

Hypno had a surprise for me, because before making this model, I've never saw this brown line on his chest as a boob-window... But now, I am convinced... This is the art, that guided me to that conclusion... Ghostea's and Locus's portraits were useful for figuring out his face...

Iskall lifted from this art... Hero Forge doesn't have any cool one-eyed visors, so I've settled on monocle for him and Doc...

Hero Forge also for some reason doesn't have a hand-held flower, so pretend, that Stress doesn't hold a pen, okay? And has a cardigan... Based mainly on this and this art, which was also used for XB...

My best guess with Keralis was that he is doing Edvard Munch's "The Scream" ommage... Thanks to Myra and Cole , without them, Keralis would've looked more like a bug with them big ol' eyes...

Oh, boy, XB... A true enigma for me... Pictured here, lightly jogging... Only you could tell me, if I did a good job with him, I sincerely have no idea... Since this is in part a TCG-inspired project, it would've been wise to use references from the actual TCG-cards... To bad, I've came up with this idea near the end of a project...

I have made so many Xisuma-costumes, and only now I am showing you the main friendly-neighbourhood DoomGuy cosplayer himself... Do I need to credit id Software for this?

WelsKnight is my champion in regards to how many references I needed for him... 1 2 3 4 5 6 7! Despite how many armour options Hero Forge has, making something coherent out of them was difficult... Especially, keeping in mind, that one day I'm going to model HelsKnight as well...

And finally, TinFoilChef, based heavily on this stunning artwork... And somewhat on this skin by Ink-Ghoul... It all comes around...

And the Creator Himself! Beef! And his wonderful portraits: 1 2 3 4...

I actually going to use him as an example, to address something...

Here is how my screen looks, then I am working on a model... My method of creation is derivative by nature, it requires the art and creativity of other people... And I have SO MUCH anxiety about this... Not being an artist, but still trying to make something with my limited capabilities... And post it on the internet, oh horror...

With recent talks about plagiarism and AI-art, it has come to my attention, that I myself not so different from AI, just not so efficient... So, this is why I so obsessively document my influences, it is the least I can do... Credit the artists, that I stole from... Please, check out everyone mentioned, subscribe to them, commission new pieces of art...

And if you've liked my dorky "minecraft youtubers made in DND character creator" models... Thank you...

Sometime later there will be a google doc on my blog with links to every model I've ever made, go nuts with them... Try Hero Forge for yourself, it's fun...

[sixteenth-days]

Ghost xisuma for fandom swap?

"Alright, I see what you're talking about. Okay, helmet off," Hypno said. "Let's see what the problem is."

Xisuma dithered for a moment longer, thumbs resting on the clasps behind his neck. The lit-up eyes on his visor slid to one side, not entirely smoothly- one half of the LED screen was flashing erratically. "It won't bother you to see, will it? The whole...?"

"Nah, it's nothing I haven't seen before," Hypno pointed out, pulling out a screwdriver and tapping it against his leg.

Xisuma shrugged, a little sheepish. "Well, yes. You know how it is." He flipped the clasps open, pulled the helmet free and handed it over to Hypno. The bare skull it had formerly concealed sat exposed, gleaming slightly under the froglights set into the ceiling. It was still, no indication of expression or life.

Hypno wasted no time flipping the helmet over in his lap and prying a panel loose to examine the wiring. "I think you've just got a short here," he said after a moment. "Should be a quick fix. I can put a replacement wire in here right now, I just need to strip this one out."

Xisuma's sigh of relief sounded a bit different without his helmet on; less substantial, like it was coming from every angle, carried on the air. Maybe it was just the effect of being able to see his mouth not moving. "Thank you. Goodness."

"Was it bothering you that much?" Hypno asked idly, kicking a nearby chest open and fishing around in it with his free hand for a pair of pliers. "You couldn't see the flashing from inside the helmet, right?"

Xisuma shrugged again, and, yeah, it was a little strange to see the suit moving headless. "I like having expressions," he said. "Technically it's a nonessential function, but when people can't see my face moving- or, well, my 'face'-" the suit made air quotes with its fingers- "it makes me feel, er-"

"Dead?" Hypno guessed.

Xisuma chuckled. "In a manner of speaking."

"Well, we can't have that," Hypno said. He worked in silence for a moment longer, wrapping the fixed wire carefully in electrical tape, then slapped the panel back into place and handed the helmet back over. "Here, give that a try."

"My friend, you are a lifesaver," Xisuma said, then paused. "Well."

[luvtonique]

Remember folks

Don't be alt left or alt right

Be alt nude version with bigger titty and hypno visor

[jake-g-lockley]

Hi hun! I absolutely adored your Hypnos Story it was amazing💕 and then I looked through your prompt list and were shocked when I saw prompt 20! We need that with Din, please🙏🏻

Serenade (Din Djarin x reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist | Want to be Tagged?

Prompt: “let’s go stargaze.” “I’d honestly rather do anything else.” but they go and just stare at the other one the whole time (and the other is aware)

A/N: Thank you so so much for the ask love!!! And thank you sooo much for reading Hypnos, its one of my favourites too xxx AHHHH SOFT DIN!!! As you can tell, soft squishy bounty hunter is my guilty pleasure, I love it, he is such husband material <333

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Scavenging for berries at night wasn’t the best idea you came up with in a long time. The Mandalorian had chastised you about it but you stuck your tongue out at him and walked out of the door with your torch and basket. Not even a few seconds later, you heard him scrambling behind you, your smirk growing wider as he paced quickly to catch up with you. 

Now, you squinted trying hard to figure out whether the berries that were growing in front of you were poisonous. You knew the Mandalorian was trying hard not to laugh, his posture unusually stiff and arms folded as if he was fighting the maker to keep his dignity in check as yours slowly crumbled in front of him. 

You turned to look at him with big eyes, wordlessly asking for help. He dramatically sighed and checked the leaves of the berry bush, before picking a few of the berries and popping it into your basket, making you grin. 

“Now, do you want more or can we go back and munch on these next to a nice fire?” he questioned, his hands on his hips as he stared at you down.

“I thin- woah!” you looked past him at the stars that blanketed the night sky. 

Your eyes were transfixed, glittering just like the stars above you. Sure, you flew with the Mandalorian through the stars, but you always loved looking at them from below, the vast galaxy blowing your mind and soothing your heart. From this angle there were no problems, no wars, no hurt. 

Just peace. 

“Let’s stargaze for a bit.” you whispered, not taking your eyes off the decorated sky.

“I’d honestly rather do something else.” the Mandalorian grumbled, but quietened almost immediately as you grabbed his arm and pulled him through the woods and into a clearing. 

You dropped to the ground and tugged the Mandalorian down with you and he slumped beside you, his beskar covered shoulder hitting yours. You lay down, your hair scattered around you like a halo and hesitantly, the Mandalorian stiffly laid down too, his armour clinking softly. You stared up at the heavens taking in the sight. You sighed wondering how you managed to end up in this situation. 

After a while, you finally felt like you were being watched. Not by something from afar, and your suspicions were confirmed when you caught the t-shaped visor in your peripheral. Din Djarin wasn’t being subtle, his helmet was fully turned towards you and his gaze was heavy. He seemed to serenade you from under his mask, without a melody or even a single word.

Without a word, you shifted closer to him, turning so that you were now facing him instead of the stars. If you were completely honest with yourself, you’d much rather stare at your Din than the stars. You tipped your head until your forehead was against the cold beskar, savouring the cool metal against your skin. You heard a sharp intake of breath from Din and you smiled softly.

“Din?” you whispered, your lips uttering his name out loud to him for the first time.

“How did-” he began but collected himself with a deep breath as he tried not to choke on his words. “What’s up?”

“What colour are your eyes?” you asked, the question rolling off your tongue before you could stop yourself.

“Hmm?” he hummed. 

“Your eyes… I-i want to imagine them.” you asked bashfully, pulling back and letting your hands trace his beskar covered face. 

“B-brown.” he stuttered slightly and you giggled, closing your eyes and trying to picture them, wondering exactly what shade they might be. 

“Thought so.” you said smugly and he scoffed. 

After a few seconds, you felt Din shift slightly.

“Sit up.” he whispered. 

You sat up without a word and he followed suit, pulling something from his pocket, folding his legs until they were crossed before him, his flight suit rustling in the silence of the night. It was a long scarf and he held it in front of you in both of his hands.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, genuinity lacing his gruff voice. 

You nod and try to look past his visor, looking for his eyes that were hidden behind the veil of his creed. He leaned forward and wrapped the scarf around your head, gently blind folding you. Soft rustling followed as he dropped his hands from the back of your head. A hiss, followed by a quiet thud met your ears and you knew Din was helmetless in front of you. Suddenly, you felt big warm hands on yours and you gasped faintly, only to hear a chuckle from him. 

He moved your hands with his, setting them onto his cheeks. You smiled as your fingers twisted his soft, sparse beard and thumbs traced his jaw which apparently was quite angular. He was smiling and you swore your fingers caught a dimple just below the apples of his cheeks. Your fingers unhurriedly graze his nose, feeling the bump on his nose and booping the tip, causing the bounty hunter to giggle shyly. 

Your smile widened bashfully as you brought your hands higher, feeling his eyebrows, trying to mark up the shape of his face. Your hand was flat and was softly gliding through the planes of his face until you touched something soft. Din’s breathing quickened and you could feel the short puffs of air as he parted his lips. You kept your hand there and you could feel Din slowly leaning in, your fingers now pressed to his lips.  

With his lips, he pushed your fingers to your lips and his ungloved hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your hand away from in between the both of you. He was so close, you could feel both of your breaths mingling, your heart thudding intently against your chest. You both moved at the same time, lips tactfully crashing into one another, your breath captured by the Mandalorian who stole your heart.

The stars could wait, you had all you wanted in the palm of your hands at that very moment as Din smiled against your lips and pulled you closer as time slowed to the serenading melody that your hearts played.

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[subspaceskater]

she found a feminization hypno visor. she's into it.

uncropped very nsfw on twitter and cohost

[italladdsup]

Being fucked while in a brainwashing machine. You're laying down on some kind of medical bed, a hypno visor over your eyes, headphones over your ears, and various machines strapped to you. The visor shows you a mix of spirals and porn, while the headphones play mantras, helping you forget everything and replacing it all with sex and obedience. Most of the machines track your vitals, but one of them stimulates your sex, ass, and other weakpoints.

You've been in the machine for a few days now. Your mind is completely gone, your body completely limp, yet extremely aroused, just ready to be fucked. You're completely trapped there, unable to do anything but stare at the spirals and repeat your mantras. Not that you want to leave, or do anything else really. You're perfectly happy laying there, learning how to be a good fucktoy for your owner.

You barely register it as the machines fucking you slowly shut off, and the headphones suddenly stop talking. You feel something warm, wet, and hard press against your lips. Like good obedient slave, you don't hesitate to open your mouth. You lick and suck frantically, trying to copy the videos you've seen, desperate for that delicious cum. You can't tell it's one of your new owners testing out their new toy, but you don't care. Your mouth is being used, and it feels good. You feel like you could cum at just the thought of your owner using your mouth. Your Owner pats your head and praises you for being a good fucktoy.

Once you're done drinking their cum, your Owner spreads your legs, commenting on how perfect your body is now thanks to the machines. You absentmindedly respond with one of your mantras. They gently stroke and rub your sex, praising you for taking their lessons to heart.

"Are you gonna be a good fucktoy for me, slave?" They ask, teasing your aching sex with their fingers. "Yes... I'm a good fucktoy..." you say, your voice barely audible, completely flat. "That's right. You're a fucktoy. My fucktoy." Your Owner aligns your sex with theirs. "I'm a good fucktoy..." you repeat. Even if you could resist somehow, as your owner begins to use you exactly how you want to be, why would you ever want to? Being a fucktoy is exactly what you're meant to be. It's pure, unadulterated pleasure to be a fucktoy, why would you ever want anything else?

After sometime, your Owner finishes, cleans you up, and leaves you to the machines again. When you wake up, you're a brainwashed fucktoy, ready to serve your Owner however, whenever they want. When your Owner tells you what happened to you, you can't help but thank them for making good use of you.

[diamondthehypnohornydom]

My biggest hypno kink is probably being forced to watch bimbo/hucow hypno nonstop, either by visor or a TV where I literally can't move or look away, until I'm just a dumb horny cow ready to be breed and milked- I'd forget all about being ftm and just embrace getting used all day😅

Ooo, turning someone into a hucow with a visor sounds like a fun idea. Gonna have to try that sometime

[voided-mind]

urge to get droned but like in a shitty dingy garage by some home mad scientist making her dronification chamber out of whatever she can get in bulk for pennies on the dollar from electronics stores

exposed circuit boards, loosely connected usb 3.0 cables, a hypno visor made out of a broken VR headset she found while dumpster diving and hypnotic audio playing through headphones from 2004 she got at a dollar store

not every up and coming droner can start with venture capital and grants, after all! sometimes you gotta do this stuff on a budget

and if you totally break a few potential drones figuring out the kinks, thats just how it goes! new science never goes right the first time

[kompaktcat]

Real "be a cold machine hunting someone down and strapping a hypno visor to their face" desire hours rn

[patthepuppygirl]

Waking up in the morning is always like wheres the hypno visor with the spiral in front of my face??? And where is the good girl training that makes my head all fuzzy and nice??

[witchlaser]

The Third Girl

[content warnings: bondage, a vaguely implied brain/drone/hypno type scenario, threats of bodily harm. I don't write erotica often, I think this is technically hurt/comfort? also lesbian as hell.]

About an hour after it had received the backup request and command to suit-up, the handlers came back to quarters for the third girl. It was hurriedly escorted to one of the tower’s upper floors, its pair of assigned wetware handlers almost lifting it out of the elevator in their frantic scramble to get it to the requesting user’s office. Its upper arms hurt from the gross force the handlers were using to drag it along; they were unable to maintain a solid grip on it due to the slick polymers of its interfacing suit, and had resorted to locking their arms around its shoulders under the armpit. It had already tripped twice from failing to maintain their harried pace in the halls, and the rough handling had disoriented it until it was unclear what part of the tower it was in, or whose office it was being taken to.

Its arrival at the target office didn’t clarify much. Almost none of the lights were on, save a few soft tracks in the floor used to illuminate trip hazards. The ambient glow of the city at night tried its hardest to cut through the large armored plate glass windows of the tower, but couldn't do much more than cast vague shadows of a distant figure, frustratedly pacing the outer limits of the room. The first and second girls were nowhere to be seen, and it began to worry. This user had clearly wanted to go home by now, and couldn't, until they completed whatever task the girls had been summoned for- and it might've been their fault the user couldn’t leave. Were the other two okay? Was the user mad at them? None of the passthrough interface team had ever been punished for failure (yet, as far as it knew), but a quiet anxiety had always loomed in the backs of their minds... an anxiety now dragged to the forefront of the third girl's state of mind, the same way it was being violently dragged to its knees, and into the neural passthrough equipment beside the office's sole standing desk. Someone was looking down at it from a distance. Whoever the first two had failed. Its lip quivered.

The handlers clamped the passthrough station’s posture collar around it (too rough, too fast, and it pinched). It, on reflex, inserted its hands into the rubber sockets near its sides, which slowly cinched around the wrists and inflated their anti-thrash padding. It was too nervous now, desperate not to make any mistakes. Right when the handlers started inserting the desk's cabling (so cold! they must have ripped out the last set of connectors along with the second girl) it began to involuntarily tremble. By the time the handlers were almost ready to gag it and bring the visor over its eyes, some tears began to well up.

"FUCK!", a voice bellowed from the far side of the room. The handlers stopped, a few loose cables hitting the floor, the padded gag and plain visor limply dangling from their attachment points to the passthrough station. The handlers hurriedly stood and turned to address the voice. "What are you assholes doing? Is this your first day here?" The user was displeased.

"You asked for another passthrough. Fast. So we went to go get one. Fast." The handler sounded more scared than it was. He sounded young, and his voice cracked.

She stormed fully into view, heeled boots barely muted in their march across the low pile carpet, a blonde ponytail catching glints of the light, trailing behind two cold eyes and a scowl in black lipstick. She was taller than the handlers were, and as she closed in, it became clear she was visibly stronger- there was enough leg showing through the side cuts in her pencil skirt and muscle under the skintight shell top to make that clear. She looked livid, like she was contemplating throwing someone through the windows behind her, and if she put her mind to it she probably could have. This wasn’t “a” user, this was “the” user. It’d heard of her before, what went on in her office. It winced when she came to a stop at the desk.

"We've been over this TWICE. Pre-submersion stressors don’t just harmlessly fade into their subconscious at runtime. Anxiety in ‘the real world’ still limits their cognitive bandwidth during the passthrough- they’re still here, even if they’re bolted to the floor- and, in turn, reduces their efficacy. This is why we ask you to treat them gently in transit. If you make them scared, they're more likely to make mistakes, and if they get too self-conscious about mistakes while submerged, the stress will cascade and we lose the passthrough prematurely. If I need a fourth girl, or, god forbid, a fifth..." She trailed off, punctuating her point with a cracked knuckle. "I don't even know if we have a fifth on-site this late.”

“We could radio the south campus for a helo...” he trailed off, realizing from her glare it was wiser to stop.

"Sorry, we just thought-"

"Don't think. I will think. It" she said, pointing to it with one gloss-black fingernail, "will think. You will follow transport procedure, regardless of how urgent the request is, or I will have your ass. Now get scarce and close the door," she said, turning her back on the handlers, "I'll take over from here. Prep the fourth, but if I see you dragging her in by the elbows, I'll drag both of you off the roof."

"Ma'am." And they were gone.

She pulled up a nearby stool, sat down, and looked at it. Up close, the soft reflections of the room lighting and distant urban neon blurred together into a gentle chromatic glow across the bits of skin that peeked out of her skirt and top, small glints sparkling in the gloss black of her boots, lipstick, and nails. The scowl had become a melancholic smile, and she started teasing her ponytail. It wanted to ask something of her, but couldn't find the words, and so simply gazed up at her, a slight pout on its lips. It felt wrong to speak, anyway- they'd usually have been silenced and blinded for their own safety by now, the gag to stop from biting themselves involuntarily, and the visor to monitor and prevent certain eye movements during submersion.

"You poor thing," she said, and brushed a hand across its cheek. "Everything is okay. They didn't mean to be so rough in getting you out of quarters. They're just panicking because this job is important, and they can tell I’m upset it isn’t finished yet.” She placed both of her hands on the sides of its face now, and softly embraced it. "Some of that’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let them pick up on my frustration. Because now they’ve passed that fear onto you. But the job is just a job- nothing is more important than treating our precious assets correctly. If we burn through you," she continued, wiping away a small tear stain on its cheek, "then this job becomes the last job. And the world needs us too much to simply piss away our futures at 10:36pm on a Friday."

She reached up over the surface of the standing desk to grab her coffee, spun sideways in the stool, crossed her legs, looked out the window and sighed. It couldn't turn its head far enough to see the direction she was looking, and simply stared at her, her body, the way the light hit her- long legs catching splashes of the lights of landing craft off the west tower’s 50th floor heliport- and then, as if she realized she was being examined, she giggled, set the coffee back down on the desk, and spun back to face it.

"The first two did admirably, you know. This job is a rough one, but they tried their damnedest. You all do.” She got off the stool, kneeled across from it on the floor. “You always do, that’s how we find you. I know you all doubt that we trust you, given your personal histories. The praise doesn’t internalize consistently. You were 'gifted', right? Skipped a grade..." It tried to nod slightly through the posture collar. She let out a dry laugh and brushed its hair, then patted its head and scooted closer to it. "And then you burnt out when life tried to add an exponentially increasing load. Because society takes the gifts for granted, declares them as the new baseline, and then holds you to an ever-increasing standard.”

“Neve- the girl before you- thought it was stupid, because people let it, for a long time, all for their own convenience, while slowly piling more and more onto it, until it cracked. Took a while for it to even consider that it had a vast intellectual potential. It was a hard recruitment..." Another sigh… a worried sigh. “And then it had to go and think it would be disappointing me if it didn’t push itself on a job that was too hard for one girl to handle.” Now she looked like she was going to cry.

"The passthrough blew a couple capacitors on Neve. That’s why the cables are so cold”, she said, rubbing a few of the remaining connectors between her hands and thighs slowly warming them with her body. “We had to get it examined, then replace the hardware. No injuries, blessedly. It’s just sleeping in the break room with my assistant and Violet until it’s ready to return to quarters.” She wiped her eyes. “Honestly, it could've finished the job, if the metal hadn't let it down. Or if I hadn’t. I keep forgetting it gets nervous.” It wanted to touch her, to reassure her in turn, but couldn’t. “And now you," she said, leaning in close now, so close it could feel her breath on its face. Her smile returned, as if her optimism had found a second wind, and she embraced in while plugging in its final cables. "You've got new metal. You’ve got me for a user. I know you won’t let me down.” They were cheek to cheek now, and it tried to nod an affirmation against the posture collar, desperately, to say something, to do anything to confirm the request made of it, and could only barely open its mouth. She held her face to its to still it, and then ran her hands along its back, strong arms tracing the wires and plugs down its spine, the individual points of permanent sacrifice it had made to serve people like her. It gasped. She pulled herself back from it slightly to look into its eyes, and it began to mutter a soft “no”, then “please”, scarcely more audible than a tear hitting the carpet. Its mouth pouted open slightly, expectant of something it wanted but couldn’t ask for. Couldn’t bring itself to ask for.

She kissed it.

"They told me you're the most resilient, physiologically." She stared into its eyes. "Lowest risk of injury of any of the girls. No medical suspensions on file, ever. Not the faintest hint of a marker of concern.” She held its head to keep it from reflexively nodding, simply looking back at it. “We know other stabilizing bodily cues might help improve concentration, beyond what the kneeling pose and collar can provide. You want to try an experiment with me?" It tried to nod again, more forcefully this time, and she held its head stationary and ran a hand through its hair. "You don't need to tell me, silly, I can see the passthrough monitors behind you." It blushed. She kissed it again, deeper and more forcefully, and it was so overwhelmed with the sudden taste of her, the feeling of her on its tongue, that it didn't even notice the hand slowly dropping the visor across its eyes.

She withdrew, and the submersion started. It tried to beg, and she put a hand to its lips. "I just have to click something. Get the process rolling. Trust me. Please, please, trust me.” It kissed the finger absentmindedly as it started to fade. “We can get this done in three. You can get this done now. You’re going to be my hero tonight. And you don’t need the gag. I’ll be the reminder not to bite."

She came back, then, wrapped both arms around it and pulled herself close, draping herself around it like a blanket, and whispered directly into its ear. In the liminal space between physical consciousness and submersion, as it began to see beyond sight, the grey-black of the visor overtaken by the abstract geometries of the great task unfolding before it, ten delicate yet thunderous words cascaded across its mind like pillow talk from a titan, as the involuntary muscular convulsions began to ripple down its spine, and she held it, massaged it, stayed close to it, the closest anyone had ever been to it.

"If you're good, I might let you bite me later."

And they kissed again.

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Re: Frivolous spending / heliport usage

Basically, all our owned aircraft usage rates have an amount of heliport overhead cost baked into them upfront, based on the average sum of all costs for all active heliports for the prior quarter, with some estimated market price/inflation/etc adjustments. If the vehicle making the landing isn’t one of ours, your department gets billed pro rata for the percentage of operational/maintenance/insurance/staffing costs taken on by the heliport that would’ve ordinarily been covered under the in-house usage rates.

What got you flagged wasn’t making personal purchases, it was making several small purchases sequentially, after midnight, because there’s a minimum billing threshold for the internal use rates and the use rates increase at night. The total dollar amount isn’t the issue, just frequency and timing.

I know you offered to cover all of it, but it would still be helpful if you could indicate why you made the purchases. A hint of a work purpose might let me get these waived.

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Re: Frivolous spending / heliport usage

Oh my god that sounds delicious! I didn’t know the girls had such diverse dietary preferences. If you can send me receipts for a few of the restaurants I can probably get this one waived as a dietary restriction accommodation thing. Pretty sure Davis doesn’t even know what injera is and he doesn’t care what the interfacing team eats as long as they’re alive. Hell, I didn’t know they’d fly in orders.

The replacement couch for the lounge on your floor is gonna be harder to justify, so we’re in agreement that that’s one you should probably repay outright. If the girls are such messy eaters you should have had them go to the kitchenette or something. Honestly, you probably overreacted- how much “severe fluid damage” can you cause spilling pizza on pleather? Just call the night porter next time instead of throwing the couch out lol.