#hypnosis fic

[arwenkenobi48]

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This: A Doctor Hypnos Adventure

Chapter 1: Captured!

The last remnants of sunlight were fading from the sky, disappearing behind the towering silhouettes of the skyscrapers. A cool breeze whistled through the dusk air and a translucent crescent moon was visible overhead. It was a peaceful hour, but despite the serene atmosphere, Cody couldn’t sleep.

The knight-inspired superhero - known to the public as the Silver Shield - had been plagued by insomnia for about a week. He’d thought that making good use of his annual leave would help, but it hadn’t. In an effort to clear his head, he walked alone down the silent streets, his footsteps echoing slightly on the pavement. There wasn’t a soul in sight, yet Cody had a strange feeling that he was being watched.

As he was passing the entrance to a subway, Cody heard the echo of footsteps and his curiosity got the better of him. “Hello?” He called, peering down the stairs. “Anyone there?” Silence. Cody made his way down the steps, ready to use his plasma sword if need be. “Hello?” He called again. “Greetings, Silver Shield,” replied an ominous voice.

Cody whirled around and caught a glimpse of a dark cloaked figure vanishing into the shadows. “Who are you?” He asked. A sinister laugh came from behind him. “Come out, whoever you are!” Cody demanded. The footsteps came again, slow and methodical. Cody’s eyes widened in shock as he beheld a tall man in black, his face obscured behind a plague doctor’s mask.

“Doctor Hypnos!” The Silver Shield gasped. “Indeed. How very observant of you,” the villain replied. “What brings you out here at this unlikely hour?” As he spoke, Hypnos continuously encircled Cody like a cat with a mouse. It was rather disorienting.

“You ought to know how dangerous the city can be after dark.” “I think I can take care of myself,” Cody scoffed. “Can you? When you’re all alone and so very tired? You look like you haven’t slept for days.” The villain purred. “How did you know-“ Cody began, before Hypnos interrupted him. “I know many things, my dear, and you’re just who I need to initiate my latest plan.”

That did it. “Like hell you will!” Cody exclaimed. He was just about to draw his plasma sword, when Doctor Hypnos quickly darted forward and grabbed hold of his arm. The next thing Cody knew, he was in an armlock and desperately trying to wriggle free, but it was no use. Oh, why did this have to happen when he couldn’t call for backup?

“There’s no use in struggling,” Doctor Hypnos chuckled softly behind his mask. “You’ll only wear yourself out. Why don’t you take a little nap?” Cody’s mouth and nose were covered by one of Hypnos’ leather gloves. It had a strangely sweet scent to it, one that made him feel so…lightheaded.

“Mmmf!” Cody yelped, his voice muffled. “Shhhhh, time to sleep, little hero,” Doctor Hypnos cooed lovingly. “That’s it, just give in to me. Give in to my power. Sleep, sleeeeeep…” Cody’s eyelids fluttered as he breathed in the sleeping potion. He could only wonder what was going to happen to him as his body went limp in his captor’s arms. A heavy wave of sleepiness washed over him as a deep snore emerged from his mouth. Doctor Hypnos smirked in satisfaction. Now his mission could begin.

[queermarzipan]

Guys guys GUYS CHECK THIS OUT I SWEAR I'M A NORMAL AMOUNT OF INSANE ABOUT THIS OH MY GOD.

Doctor/Master hypnosis fic. TEN/MISSY HYPNOSIS FIC

I'm not okay

chivalry fell on his sword by jadziajay (jadzias)

Hypnotism, Mind Control, Consensual Mind Control, Consent Issues, but like he's into it. everyone's very into it, Knifeplay, Blood Kink, Time Lord Telepathy (Doctor Who), Coming Untouched, Clothed Sex, Mindfuck, POV The Doctor (Doctor Who), Temporary Amnesia, missy is Master here, The Doctor Has ADHD (Doctor Who), Truly Horrendous BDSM Etiquette, i said this was gonna have a lot of fractionation in it but i lied actually, he just didn't wanna come back up ever, Wet Cat Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

“Master,” he murmured. “Please, whatever you’re planning, let’s just…”

“Hush, now,” she said, and withdrew to put one finger to his lips. He pursed them in frustration; it came out like a kiss, linen catching in the crease of his mouth, dragging him down. “I know what you need.”

Or: in a strange, quiet corner of the universe, it's the Master's turn to cure the Doctor of what ails.

[fandomrose]

Sunday - Love Hypnosis

Sunday hypnotises you (consensually) to relax you.

No spoilers.

No description of reader or readers troubles so project what you are personally struggling with as you see fit.

No angst just fluff. I thought this concept would be cute. I've seen many a yandere Sunday hypnotises you, and that's great but consider - consent and fluff.

(This isn't a jab, I too enjoy a yandere fic from time to time but I also want to see fluff and I haven't seen this done in a fluffy way yet.)

I don't know why I'm mildly obsessed with this man but I am. (Cough Cough, I read maximum ride as a kid and now I automatically fall in love with winged characters. Cough Cough.) I need him to hypnotise me please and thank you.

(I have a few fics in the works that I need to finish but I'm struggling.)

As usual enjoy. Love ya 💙

"Darling?" Came the light and airy tone of your beloved. Though there was a hint of worry in his voice as he took in your face down, slumped form. "Are you alright?"

He could tell very well that you were not alright. But he would coax an answer out of you one way or another. Though the only answer he received was a groan.

"Darling." He sighs but chuckles at your obviously aggravated self. "Allow me to help you." 

Your body goes limp as you let him move you from a sofa to your shared bed. "My darling. Tell me what's gotten into you."

He chuckles as you groan out a single word relating to your issues. "Life."

"Oh, my darling. You'll let me soothe you for the night won't you?" He only felt it was right after the many nights you had soothed him. 

Patient, kind, understanding. Three words that when asked by others what you think about each other, you'd both say about each other. A pure give and take without a scoreboard, that's how you operated. You were both busy or stressed for one reason or another so that's how things had to be.

The simple love you shared was enough most days but sometimes things went wrong.

Sunday had performed hypnosis on you before so he knew it worked but he'd never engage unless you agreed. You knew the question he asked meant he wanted to soothe you via hypnosis, and with the state of your mind you would happily agree. 

"Please do." 

He wouldn't offer if he didn't have the energy you knew this, a rather large argument took care of that when he'd overworked himself then passed out after hypnotising you once and a medic had to be rushed in. Needless to say, you weren't happy with his carelessness. And seeing how upset you were he agreed to be more careful with his health.

You didn't want to think anymore so as you lay there looking up at him with your tired eyes and weary mind, he smiles. He caresses your face and hair before taking a deep breath and reciting that familiar chant.

"Oh triple faced soul, allow me to take hold of this one's mind and soothe them of all worries and burdens. The word Beloved will be the catalyst for control."

With that simple incantation your mind belonged to Sunday for a short while. Your mind felt fuzzy and slow but not unpleasantly, the way it would when you achieved complete relaxation. 

Like he had done before, he would take you through your nightly routine with this hypnosis.

"Beloved, follow me to to the bathroom." He helped you up while your body automatically followed his words and stood up. 

Walking was about the most complex task you could complete, he wasn't Xipe Themself, so his power only went so far. 

"Beloved, lift your arms." 

You do as told and he aids in stripping you, ready to be cleaned. 

"Beloved, sit on this stool and close your eyes." 

You again do as told his voice muffled through the layers of hypnosis, but soothing nonetheless. "I am going to wash your face first darling." He always narrates what he does before doing it as not to startle you.

You felt a cool, wet, cloth glide over your face and you can't help but sigh with satisfaction. You feel it gently caress your cheeks and softly rub your eyes tickle behind your ears. You hear the cloth being rinsed and wrung, the muffled sounds of the water soothing you further.

"I am going to wash your upper body now darling." And, as before, you feel the damp cloth glide over your neck and upper body, letting him move you has he sees fit. Soft humming coming from him lulls you deeper into his hypnosis. The cloth glides down and caresses your chest before moving to wash your back. You'd make sounds of relaxed satisfaction if you could but your exhausted body coupled with the hypnosis has made your brain devoid of any thought or control. Just how you want it. 

He moves back to the front of you with a new cloth. "Beloved, spread your legs, I need to clean you." 

Your body complies without hesitation and that's what he does, making sure to be extra gentle around this sensitive area. He is thorough but doesn't linger long this time, not wanting to spark anything in you this evening.

Standing to switch the cloth again, "I'm going to wash your legs and feet now darling." Still being as gentle as ever his hands and the cloth slowly makes their way down your legs massaging them as they go. A light massage is given to your feet as well before he finishes and pats you dry with a towel before he deems your body clean.

"Beloved, open your mouth wide." 

He orders next, your mind too fuzzy to think of what else could be doing. You hear more water then feel a hand on your chin. "I'm going to brush your teeth darling." Then light scrubbing of your teeth and tongue can be felt, he is thorough with this area too. Not wanting to be the reason you have cavities he takes his time. Not too long later he finishes with you. You can hear things being put away and muffled sounds of him walking around you, maybe inspecting you. Before he stops in front and, 

"Beloved, open your eyes and stand up. Its time to go to bed."

You're led back into the bedroom now that he is satisfied that you are clean. "Beloved, are you ready to sleep?" 

Compelled to answer, you do. "yes"

"Beloved, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Yes"

"Good, let's get to sleep then shall we." 

The sounds of fabric and draws is all you hear for a moment before he guides you into bed with him. 

"Beloved, lay down." 

When he's satisfied you are comfortable You feel his soft skin against yours, the wings on his head lightly brushing your face in reverence before he pulls them back. It isn't often he blesses you with his naked body, the vulnerability gets to him at times. 

Once you've laid down and he's pulled you close he asked one more question.

"Beloved, are you ready to be released from hypnosis?"

"Yes"

As the words leave your lips he begins the incantation to remove his influence on your mind. 

"Oh triple faced soul, this one has completed this ones tasks and can now be freed from the shackles of my control with no burden."

Everything goes still as your senses return slowly, reacclimating you to reality. A few minutes pass of him softly stroking your head and neck while you come back to him.

"Thank you Sunday" a soft whisper conveying how grateful you are before you promptly pass out the exhaustion and relaxation hitting you full force as you melt into the bed and his arms.

"Oh my beloved, I'd do anything to see you happy and relaxed like this more often. I am grateful for all you do for me so it's only natural. I love you, so much my beloved."

He whispers to your sleeping self, pressing small kisses to your forehead, cheeks and nose. Watching the small twitches at the contact makes his evening and he feels like he too can finally relax.

[forlorn-crows]

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒍𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒚

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Aether/Dewdrop Tags: quintessence use, sex magic, hand jobs, frottage, cumming untouched, cum eating, a whole lotta magick fuckery. they're in love your honor Words: 3171

Summary: “Wanna get inside,” Aether rasps with a stroke to both of their lengths. “Will you let me do that?”

Dew groans. “Yeah? How do you want me?” 

“I want—fuck, sorry, not like that—” The quintessence ghoul fumbles with his words, tripping over the question he meant to ask. 

“No? Then—”

“Something different.” His chest heaves in a shaky sigh. Then, another long, luxurious stroke that makes them throb against each other. “Not physical. Might be . . . weird.”

The fire ghoul rolls his hips and captures his mouth in a quick but dirty kiss. “I like weird,” he whispers, biting at Aether’s lower lip. 

“Know it,” Aether mumbles back. “Might not be anything, though. D’you trust me?”

Note: this fic was inspired by @waywardsamaritan's fic, give and take. please thank them for the new Terrible thing quintessence can now be used for.

Read it on AO3 or under the cut:

Aether rests his forehead against Dew’s, panting hard. The smaller ghoul is pinned beneath him, caged in by his strong limbs. Arching into every touch he’s offered. 

“Wanna get inside,” Aether rasps with a stroke to both of their lengths. “Will you let me do that?”

Dew groans. “Yeah? How do you want me?” 

“I want—fuck, sorry, not like that—” The quintessence ghoul fumbles with his words, tripping over the question he meant to ask. 

“No? Then—”

“Something different.” His chest heaves in a shaky sigh. Then, another long, luxurious stroke that makes them throb against each other. “Not physical. Might be . . . weird.”

The fire ghoul rolls his hips and captures his mouth in a quick but dirty kiss. “I like weird,” he whispers, biting at Aether’s lower lip. 

“Know it,” Aether mumbles back. “Might not be anything, though. D’you trust me?”

“‘Course, baby,” Dew says softly, and oh, does that hushed tone do things to him. The fire ghoul strokes across Aether’s cheek, moving down to swipe his thumb across his parted lips. Bucking his hips so his cock slides against the thick underside of Aether’s own, in and out of the circle of his grip. 

“Fuck—” he grunts. “Sit on my lap?”

Dew nods, and Aether pulls back so they can rearrange. It’s a quick tangle/untangle/re-tangle sequence that ends with the quintessence ghoul’s back to the headboard and the smaller ghoul’s legs hooked around his hips so they face each other. 

“Hi, pretty boy,” Aether smiles, cupping that angular face between his hands. Always precious to him. Always worth taking another moment to admire. It earns him a pleased chuff and a kiss to his palm, heat rising to Dew’s cheeks so handsomely. 

“Do I get to know what you’re gonna do to me?” he asks. Dew walks his fingers coyly up Aether’s chest, dancing around in the swirling hair that covers his pecs. 

“Don’t even think I know exactly what,” Aether admits. He covers the hand on his chest with his own. Stalling. He knows everything will be fine—fantastic, even—but there’s a small part of him that fears he’ll fuck up the mood by experimenting with this. 

Or that it might not even work at all. Turn Dew off to his magick, in some terrible way. 

“It’s quintessence, yeah? But not in the exact way you’re used to,” he says slowly. “Something I’ve thought about trying. Promise you’ll tell me if you hate it?”

“I trust you,” Dew reiterates. He scoots a little closer, his lower stomach pressing to Aether’s belly. “Trust you to make it feel good.” Dew looks up at him with trusting eyes, and a face so open it makes Aether’s heart hurt in the best of ways. His scent flares with another spike of arousal, and it makes Aether ache for so much more.  

“C’mere.” He pulls Dew flush to his chest, as close as he can get. One hand spans across his upper back, and the other brushes a stray piece of ashen hair back behind his ear. He can feel the shiver that runs down his lithe body, raising goosebumps as it travels from head to groin. It gets another twitch out of his cock, kicking against Aether’s with a blurt of pre sliding down the head. 

“Shit,” the fire ghoul groans, eyes slipping shut.

“Haven’t even done anything yet,” Aether whispers, inching their mouths closer again.

“Want you to,” Dew replies. Inclining his head just right without ever looking, breath fanning across Aether’s lips as they capture his own. 

Aether groans into it, kissing him as deeply as he can. Holding him so tight in his arms like he’d slip from his lap if he didn’t. It only takes a slurred fuck, Aethe, between breaths to really get him going, hands tangling in Dew’s hair and tongue licking across the back of his teeth. Impassioned, yet devouring delicately like a hummingbird's beak to a cupful of nectar. Treating him with reverence, yet priming him to feel Aether, and Aether alone. 

Once the thrum of his own blood starts to pound loudly in his ears (and make his dick pulse), he slowly unfurls the magick at his core, letting it bleed upwards. Upwards through the gaps in his ribs, rising past his collarbone, floating through his cervical vertebrae and pooling onto his tongue. 

“Ready?” He mainly mouths the word against Dew’s lips, but he’s nodding as soon as it’s uttered. Fingers digging in and scratching lightly at the back of Aether’s neck. The quintessence ghoul takes a breath and lets go. 

Magick seeps into Dew’s body through their kisses, a smoke-like plume of energy growing in density with each meeting of their lips. The fire ghoul groans at the familiar feeling, leaning into its warmth. It doesn’t crackle or spark, but rather flows like a rich syrup tapped straight from the tree. Coating him slowly as it moves deeper inside. 

“Fuck,” Dew slurs, mouth growing clumsy as quintessence slithers down the back of his throat. “It’s—” He swallows loudly. “‘S going down.”

“Just let it,” Aether soothes. “Let it find a new path.” And it does. Instead of weaving its way into Dew’s mind as it normally would, settling into the ridges of his brain and blanketing every synapse under Aether’s control, it sinks into his chest and makes its home there. Dew shudders and clutches Aether even tighter. 

“Can’ kiss ‘nymore,” the fire ghoul mumbles, lips completely disconnecting from any meaningful movement. “H-oh, ssshit.”

“That’s fine, firefly, all you have to do is feel.” Aether helps him rest their foreheads together as Dew’s mouth goes slack and his breathing gets deeper. “Stay with me though. That’s it.”

“‘M here,” Dew assures. “Gettin’ used to it there.”

“Feels different,” Aether agrees. “Feels good though?” Dew only nods. “Feels really good for me, too, love.”

Aether can really feel him there, sitting next to his heart. That infernal heat darts out to meet his essence, curling around each other. Dancing an elemental tango. It only takes a few more moments before they meld together in some kind of hybrid amalgamation, and with that meshing, it all clicks at once:

“Oh.”

“Dew.”

The fire ghoul lifts his head from Aether’s and stares. The quint ghoul stares back. Wordlessly, Dew brings one of his hands to his chest, placing it flat over the spot where the magick hovers inside. He’s more lucid than he was just moments ago, but Aether can still feel that sluggishness in his veins—magick making him loose and relaxed, as it’s wont to do. 

“‘S like you’re here,” Dew says softly. “Like . . . like you reached inside ‘nd—”

“Touched you,” Aether finishes. At that, Dew throbs against him with a little huff. “Fuck, can you take more?” 

“Yeah.”

“Let me know if it’s too much, love. I’ll stop, soon as you tell me.”

Dew shakes his head. Eyes already sparkling with that amethyst purple.  “Keep going. Wanna feel more ‘f you.”

Aether covers Dew’s hand as before, just now over the other ghoul’s skinny chest. The other he anchors across his shoulder blades, keeping his torso tucked in the curve of his arm. “Deep breath for me, love,” he mutters.

Dew obeys, and the bubble of their conjoined essences expands. The edges blur past his bronchial tubes, into his lungs, and downward towards his stomach. Slowly growing to fill the shape of him like a foggy mist filling the valleys and canyons between mountains. Aether can feel the tingles roll up Dew’s spine as his magick shifts and moves, and he groans along with him as it warms his entire chest. He can see it, too: a sanguine blush spreads across his sternum, putting the silver barbells through his peaked nipples into further contrast. 

“Gorgeous,” he just has to comment. 

Something flares inside of Dew, and he gasps. A quickened breath not unlike when he’s kissed in soft, secret places. “Oh, Aether—fu-uck,” he groans, eyes fluttering until they shut. Aether can feel the way his stomach goes hot from the inside out, fuzzy with warmth and arousal still. He latches onto that feeling, grazing further down until Dew’s body guides the quintessence to pool around his navel like iron shavings to a magnet. Re-centering the heart of the original ball of magick so it sits low in his belly instead. The spike of pleasure that follows wrings a needy groan from them both, and Aether can’t help the way he wants more. 

“How do you feel so good,” he laments, hands shaking slightly as he pulls him close again. “Just—oh, want to fill you with it.”

Dew lets himself be pulled to Aether’s chest, body moving with a loose ease. Arms going limp and sliding down somewhere near his hips. His head lolls and falls into the crook of the bigger ghoul’s neck, parted lips grazing the skin there. 

“It’s so . . . shit, ‘s like y’re in there. Inside ‘f me,” he mumbles. His eyebrows quirk up, brushing against the bottom of Aether’s jaw. 

He exhales shakily. “So warm, droplet.” He’s relishing in the closeness this ritual of sorts allows him, both to feel and to understand. Aether makes it spiral lazily in his core, feeling around. Finding little spots to nestle the magick into. One spot in particular, around where his bladder sits, makes Dew whine so pretty, hips bucking of their own accord. 

“M-more—there; ev’rywhere. Please,” the fire ghoul begs. 

“Yeah? Wanna be full of me?” Aether feels crazy. He doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore; it’s like he wants Dew to let him in, even though he’s already in. Even though he’s already deeper than he’s ever been, touching parts of him he never thought he could. Literally crawling into him as if he’d cracked open his ribs and dug his fingers into his flesh, but in the kindest way possible. Intimate in a way he’s never experienced—or thought he could experience—before. 

If Dew’s reactions are anything to go by, he’d say something similar. Or moan it. But Aether can sense that he feels all that and more. 

So he’s going to grant him more.

“Will you tell me how it feels? That I can touch you here?” Aether breathes, expanding that bubble inside even further. Petting along walls of muscle and following branches of veins until the entire cavity of Dew’s torso is brimming with fire-tinged quintessence.

Dew groans and humps his lap more intentionally, seeking friction against the thick shaft of his cock. “Tingly,” he mumbles. “Everywhere. All you. Lucifer, ‘s just you.”

Dew grinds on him again, and Aether can’t help the moan that escapes him. But the pleasure is twofold: not only can he feel his own, but, from the inside, he can feel Dew’s, too. It’s a flash of insistent heat amongst the relative cool of his ether, building in intensity the longer he moves.  Aether holds him tighter.

“Oh, ‘s on my—hi-hitting oh fuckin’ hells,” Dew whines, and Aether can feel on the edge of his magic that he’s caressing right where his prostate would be, and pressing down still. He doesn’t need to see the fire ghoul’s face to know his eyes cross when he does it. Dew keens and drools down his collarbone, cock spitting an equal amount of wetness onto his own.

“Yeah? You feel me there?” 

“Everywhere,” Dew reiterates with a hiccup. 

Aether sweeps his magick down even further, caressing him from the inside out: running tendrils of it over the inside of his hole, his taint, rolling through his balls and all the way out to the tip of his cock, which spits out the biggest glob of precum yet. 

“Fuck, baby boy,” the quint ghoul shudders. “So hard for me.” He says it like he still can’t believe it, in awe of how easily Dew lets him in, even after all these years. How easy he can fill him up like this; how willing he is to take and take and take, without so much as a furrowed brow. And anything he wants, Aether will give him.

He nudges the center of magick even lower, right where he needs it. That infernal heat licks at the edges and tangles in it, trapping arousal and tumbling it over and over. 

“Tha’s it,” Dew sighs as if he’s slipping into a hot bath. It’s followed up by a drawn-out moan that Aether can feel all the way down to his gut. Rocking his hips back and forth as the quintessence moves with him. 

“Wanna feel you cum,” Aether grunts. “Wanna know what it feels like for you.”

Dew twitches, some choked-off, garbled sound worming its way out of his throat as his limp arms attempt to fold in on themselves. And even quicker than Aether can sense it, like he spoke it into existence, the fire ghoul is throwing his head back with a wail and cumming hard between their stomachs, cock standing ramrod straight in the air. 

“Ae–ah—ha-ah-th-h-er-her—” His face is painted with bliss, relief, and pleasure all at once, strained into an expression of sin itself. Aether’s gut twists at the sounds that pour from his open mouth, growing louder even as his cock sputters through the last of his release. 

“That’s it,” he breathes. “That’s—oh, fuck, Dew—” It’s one thing to feel Dew’s physical body as he spills, abs tensing, hips stuttering, cock growing wet and messy, but it’s another thing to feel what’s on the other side of it. How it builds in his thighs and his stomach, sensation zeroing in until it has nowhere else to go but out. The utter love that blooms in his mind and on his face as he’s gasping his name—the purest devotion and submission bursting from every cell. 

It’s the last thing Aether can admire before the pleasure ricochets through their bond and back into his own body, launching straight down to his gut without hesitation or mercy.

Aether shouts. Dew shivers. All he can do is hold onto him as he’s forced to ride out not only an orgasm of his own, but the remnants of Dew’s as well. Energy flowing back to him twofold and flowing down his form in full body tingles. 

He chants an endless stream of Dew Dew Dew, the name wrenched from his throat like an involuntary spasm, the contents of which he just can’t keep down. Lilac and crimson burst behind his eyes as they roll back. Vaguely, he can feel his cock pulse against Dew’s, balls fat and heavy as they just keep pumping. He doesn’t know how long it goes on for. How long he stays suspended in limitless euphoria. All he knows is pleasure and Dewdrop, and that’s enough to make him moan until his throat is raw. 

It’s many a moment before Aether floats back from that down to earth, quintessence having receded from his lover and settled back into his own center. Cock having squirted out all it could give, thighs having clenched and unclenched almost to the point of cramping, and arms having held Dew as close as (in)humanly possible. 

He feels a gentle wetness at his jaw, little presses of something against the sweat-dotted stubble. 

“Hmm,” Aether starts, sinking back into his body at the insistent, yet calming touch. “Dewbug . . .”

The fire ghoul gives a soft little chirp, which is paired with a flick of an ear against his shoulder. But he doesn’t answer right away, just continues to lap at Aether’s jaw like a mama cat to her kittens. 

“Crying,” he explains after a long moment. 

Aether sniffles. Blinks until the dampness at his lash line registers. “Didn’t realize,” he says with a weak chuckle. “That was so . . . intense, Dew I—”

“Don’t have to explain,” he shushes. “I felt it.” Dew snuggles closer, hissing slightly at the friction of their laps. But he settles and sighs, wrapping his arms around Aether’s middle. 

“Fuck, it was like . . .” he struggles for the words while he pets Dew’s sweaty hair. He laughs again, louder. “Like I came twice but at the same time.” 

Dew groans. “‘S like you were inside me, Aethe. Pokin’ all the right buttons.” 

The quintessence ghoul’s cock gives a half-hearted throb as he thinks about Dew’s head tipped back in ecstasy. “Satanas, I’ve never seen you like that. Felt you like that.”

“Baby, you can feel me like that aaanytime you want, unholy shit,” the fire ghoul says through a laugh. Aether can’t help but mirror his amusement, barking out a full-bellied laugh into the top of his head.

“I love you,” he says, shaking his head. He pulls Dew’s face from his neck so he can cradle it in front of his own. The fire ghoul smiles sleepily at him, purring at his touch. Aether’s heart skips a beat in his chest. He tangles his fingers in Dew’s hair as he pulls him close. 

“I love you so much,” he says against his lips. Kissing him chastely but with all the meaning he can muster.

“So sappy.” Dew smiles against his mouth and hums into another kiss, sneaking some tongue in before Aether eventually pulls away and pulls him back into an embrace. He rocks a little side to side, breathing in that sweet, post-coital scent Dew always has. Like brown sugar and rich chai underneath the salt and tang. Aether sighs contentedly. 

“Sleepy now,” he mutters, resting his cheek on the top of Dew’s head.

“Uh uh,” the fire ghoul protests, despite the yawn so clearly building up in his chest. “Sticky.”

“Think it’s your turn,” Aether teases with a pinch to his buttcheek. “If you want. Bath or just a towel is fine, too, firefly.” He’d do anything Dew wanted, but he’s simultaneously aware of the fact that if either of them attempted to stand up right now, their legs would be too jelly-like to hold them upright—and one cannot blame a ghoul for wanting to stay cuddled up to their mate, even if their stomachs are covered in spend. 

Thankfully, Dew gives him a quiet chirp and scoots down towards the end of the bed, tugging on Aether’s legs to make him stretch out. Something in his back pops, and he groans as he sinks into the blankets.

As he predicted, instead of dismounting the bed, Dew slinks back up to him and settles down between his thighs. Arms wrapping around his legs and hands tucking under the small of his back. 

“Don’t want me to feed it to you?” Aether runs a finger down his stomach where it’s streaked with white and cuts through one of the lines. Cum gathering on the tip of his fingernail. He wiggles it in front of Dew’s lips.

Dew licks it off, but then simply says: “No. Rest.” 

The quintessence ghoul rumbles appreciatively and settles further into the bed, drifting off to the sensation of Dew’s warm tongue on his skin.

[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.

[kusuguricafe]

Tickletober Week 1: Hypnosis

ScaraLynLumi Part 1 of 2

A/N: Semi-inspired by this and this, and I used a lot of the hypnosis dialogue from this video because I wanted to make it at least somewhat realistic

Summary: Lumine takes Wanderer to see Lyney and Lynette's magic show and Wanderer gets more than he bargained for

Characters: lee!Wanderer, ler!Lyney, spectator Lumine

“Have you ever wondered what the Knave’s children are up to these days?” Lumine asked Wanderer.

“No, why do you ask?”

“Well… I want to take you to see a magic show tonight.”

“A magic show?” Wanderer scoffed, “Why would I ever want to see something as childish as that?”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be like that. Lyney’s an amazing magician. It’ll be fun!” Lumine insisted.

“Fine, whatever.”

Later that evening, Lumine and Wanderer arrived at the Opera Epiclese. A few steps into the building, Lumine thought she heard someone calling out to her.

“Psst. Lumine!”

There it was again.

“Over here!”

“Lumine, someone’s trying to get your atte- where’d she go?” Lumine had suddenly vanished from the spot she had been standing.

“WhaA!” Lumine yelped as she was pulled off to the side.

“Hello, my dear~ Come to see my show tonight?” Lyney greeted her, taking off his hat and bowing.

“Oh, h-hello, Lyney. Yes, with my friend Kasacchi, who’s probably looking for me now.” Lumine shot him a look.

“I just wanted to have a private chat with you before the show. Is that so wrong?”

Lumine rolled her eyes, unable to stop herself from smiling. “No, no, it’s fine. Just make it quick.”

After their little conversation, Lumine caught up with Wanderer.

“There you are, where in Teyvat did you go?”

“Lyney pulled me aside. He upgraded our tickets to VIP,” Lumine said, waving the tickets in front of him. “We’re in the front row.”

“I see.”

The two took their front row seats, waiting in anticipation for the show to begin.

“Welcome to Lyney and Lynette’s Magic Show!” Lyney greeted the audience, briefly making eye contact with both Lumine and Wanderer.

“We have a very special show planned for you all today. I am going to try out something new, something I have never done on stage before!”

The audience muttered in excitement.

“Now, I will let the Fateometer decide our lucky audience member. And don’t worry, you can always decline and I will pick someone else. Lynette, if you please…” Lynette brought out the Fateometer (which was really just her hat) and placed it center stage. The hat seemingly levitated on its own.

“Let’s see what the Fateometer decides,” Lyney said.

The Fateometer began to shake, spewing out streamers, confetti, and a singular playing card. Lyney caught said playing card and showed it to the audience.

“Now, everyone please check under your seats. If your card is the seven of hearts, please make your way towards the stage!”

“Aw, I got the Ace of hearts. What about you, Kasacchi?”

“Uh…” Wanderer looked at his card in disbelief. “I got the… seven… of hearts.”

“Did I hear that right?” Lyney turned to Wanderer excitedly.

Wanderer stood up and put his hand on his hip. “You did.” He flipped the card around so that it was facing Lyney.

“Wonderful! Step on up.”

Lynette walked off the stage down to where Wanderer was standing and offered her hand.

Wanderer looked to his left over at Lumine. She gave him an encouraging double thumbs up. “You’ll be fine! I can watch your hat for you, if you’d like.”

“Fine,” Wanderer took off his hat and handed it to Lumine. He then reluctantly took Lynette’s hand and followed her back up onto the stage.

“Everyone give a warm welcome to our lucky audience member!” Lyney gestured towards Wanderer. “Kasacchi, was it?”

Wanderer looked somewhat surprised. “How do you know that?”

“A little birdie told me,” Lyney smiled.

Lynette brought out a comfortable-looking red velvet armchair and motioned for Wanderer to take a seat. Wanderer did so, crossing his arms.

“Now, Kasacchi, are you alright with a little hypnosis?”

Wanderer raised his eyebrows. “Hypnosis? Yeah, like that’ll ever work on me.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Knock yourself out.”

Lyney chuckled. “Remember, you’re ultimately the one in control here. If you start to feel uncomfortable, you can wake yourself up at any time. Understand?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Wonderful. Now, I am going to have you focus on my dear sister Lynette’s pocket watch here.” Lynette held up the pocket watch a few inches in front of Wanderer’s eyes. “Just focus on the rhythm as it sways from side to side.”

Wanderer did so.

“Now, I want you to take some deep breaths. In for four, hold for seven, and out for eight. Got it? Good, let’s do it together. In, two, three, four, hold, two, three, four, five, six, seven, out, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Good, and again. In, two, three, four…”

This isn’t too bad so far, Wanderer thought. It’s actually kind of relaxing.

“You start to feel your body getting heavy, this deep relaxation making it harder and harder to move.”

Wanderer leaned back into the chair. His arms relaxed, slowly falling into his lap.

“You feel your mind getting lighter. You have nothing to worry about. Just let yourself enjoy it. Slowly, you feel your eyelids start to get heavier. Allow yourself to relax. You don’t have to think anymore, I will take care of everything for you.”

Lumine was already impressed. She had never seen Wanderer in such a relaxed state before.

“Now, every time I snap my fingers, you may close your eyes. But, every time I say so, you have to open them again. Okay, here we go.” Snap. “Close your eyes, just for a moment. And, open again, just like that.” Snap. “Very good. And open again.” Snap. “And again. Perfect. It feels so good to close them, doesn’t it?” Snap. “Just enjoy it. Open your eyes again for me. Every time you have to open your eyes, it becomes harder and harder.” Snap. “But you can do it a few more times, right?” Snap. “Try to open them once again.” Snap. “So sleepy now, barely able to open them.” Snap. “Deeper.” Snap. “And deeper.” Snap. “Relax. Your eyes are so heavy, you can’t open them anymore. But you don’t want to. You just want to rest.”

Lynette stepped to the side, allowing the audience a full view of Lyney and Wanderer. The audience looked on with bated breath.

“Focus on how relaxed you feel. I’m going to count down from ten to one. When I get to one, you will be fully entranced. Ten. Sinking deeply now. Nine. You are breathing slowly and deeply… Three. You don’t have to be awake anymore. Two. Almost there. And, one. Sleep. Sink down. Just relax. Sleep. Sleep deeply. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. There you go.”

Wanderer did indeed look like he had fallen asleep.

“Now, let’s have some fun, shall we?” Lyney turned to the audience and winked.

“Wave your hands like this to cheer,” Lynette instructed, waving both her hands back and forth. “We don’t want to wake him.”

The audience waved their hands excitedly.

“Kasacchi, would you happen to be ticklish?”

Wanderer, with his eyes still closed, smiled softly.

“Did you see that, everyone?”

The audience murmured, a few giggling.

“Now, Kasacchi, you begin to feel a pleasant tingly sensation spread throughout your body. Starting at your scalp, trailing all the way down your spine. It feels wonderful. You let this pleasant feeling wash over you, and you become even more relaxed.”

Wanderer smiled a little wider.

“Very good. Now, you feel something a little funny on the tips of your ears. This funny feeling is almost electric, an electric tingly sensation that begins to spread all over your ears. You realize that this is a very ticklish sensation and, oh, it really tickles, doesn’t it? It tickles a lot. In fact, every time I say the word tickle, it starts to tickle a little more.”

Wanderer nodded.

“The ticklish feeling spreads down your neck and under your arms.”

“Mrrmph. Mmhmhmhehehehe!” Wanderer hugged himself.

“It travels down your arms onto your palms, and down your torso onto your sides. You can’t help but laugh.”

Wanderer giggled, squirming in his chair.

“It starts to tickle your hips, slowly creeping down to your thighs.”

“NahahAHAhAhahAA! NohohohohoAAHAHAhahAHA!”

“The ticklish feeling starts to tickle your thighs, making sure to pay extra special attention to your inner thighs and right above your knees.”

“AhahahahAHAHA! NohohOhohooOAHAHAHAHAHA! NohohaAHAHAHAHAHAT thehehehERAAAAHAHAHAHA!!”

Wanderer was full-on laughing now, kicking his legs and shaking his head.

“It feels so good to laugh, doesn’t it? Just let it all out.”

“IhihihIT TIHIHIHICKLES AHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“The ticklish feeling starts to spread all over your knees and down to your feet. The harder you laugh, the more good you feel. Just let yourself enjoy it.”

The audience was laughing along with Wanderer at this point.

“IHIHIHI-AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tears of joy pricked the corners of Wanderer’s eyes. He couldn’t deny it—this felt amazing.

“It continues spreading all over your body, finally reaching your toes. It tickles under and in between your toes, going over every little spot it can find.”

Wanderer kicked his feet even harder, slamming his right fist against the armrest.

“Tickle tickle, Kasacchi. Tickle tickle tickle~ You’ve never felt more ticklish in your entire life, and it feels so, so good. You don’t want it to stop.”

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Lynette joined in.

“You look so cute, Kasacchi!” Lumine exclaimed, doubting he could even hear her over the sound of his own laughter.

“LuhuHUMIHIHIHIHIHIHINE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! NohohAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

Lyney snickered. “Ah, he must be dreaming about our lovely Traveler who’s in the audience with us today. Lumine must know all of your tickle spots, doesn’t she, Kasacchi?”

He nodded frantically.

Lumine flushed. I guess he could hear me, she thought.

“You can hold out a little longer though, can’t you? Tickle tickle~ Tickle tickle tickle tickle~!”

Wanderer laughed, shaking his head and thrashing about, but never resisting. He laughed more freely than he had ever laughed before. He laughed so hard that his laughter went completely silent.

“Aaand, sleep.” Lyney said.

Wanderer fell limp almost instantaneously, still smiling and breathing heavily. He looked peaceful.

“Easy now, catch your breath. I am going to count up from one to ten. When I reach ten, you will wake up, and you will no longer be in trance. One…”

Wanderer felt a bit dazed. The first thing he saw when he woke up was Lynette offering her hand. He took it, slowly standing up. He felt a little lightheaded.

“Everyone, please give a big round of applause for Kasacchi! You were an amazing participant. Lynette will guide you back down to your seat.”

Confused, Wanderer followed Lynette back to where Lumine was sitting. Lumine handed him his hat, which he immediately took, put on, and tilted downwards to cover his face.

Lynette joined back up with Lyney on stage and they continued with the rest of their show.

“What… happened?” Wanderer eventually asked Lumine.

“I’ll tell you after the show. How do you feel?”

“Weirdly… warm and fuzzy.”

Lumine peeked under his hat to see his blushing face. “Warm and fuzzy, huh?”

He looked away. “Sh-shut up. It’s disgusting.”

“You keep telling yourself that.”

[cattocavo]

A preview of my artwork for @thewholelemon ‘s wonderful fic “Just Remember Me When” - written for Carry On Big Bang. The full artwork will be released sometime in early august, so watch out for that!

This entire drawing took me 49 hours and 23 minutes, breaking my previous record of 35 hours. Unfortunately my drawing program blurred a bunch of stuff when i merged all my layers together, so bazs entire body is just a little blurry, which saddens me greatly. Ive literally never had it happen before, and it was kind of important that he was C r i s p

(Its fine, just pls procreate, dont do it again)

[total-drama-brainrot]

no thoughts just rice krispies alenoah and ‘our love is god’ from the heathers musical

when you say "no thoughts" you're referring to noah, right?

[turtletaubwrites]

Gag Order

Thank you, @princeasimdiya12 for this request, I had such a great time writing it!

*Please read the tags!! This is very DubCon!

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3268

Ao3 Link

Summary: You catch your boyfriend flirting with another woman, and you can't stop your worries. Until you decide to use your talents as a hypnotist to make sure you're the only one Sanji flirts with. He told you he only wants to be with you, so what's the harm in helping him keep that promise?

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Extremely Dubious Consent, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Modern AU, Implied/Referenced Cheating, not confirmed but Sanji flirts and reader gets worried, Alcohol, Hypnotism, Manipulation, Gags, Bondage, Swearing, Smut, Hand Jobs, Established Relationship, Pet Names, Sub Sanji

A/N: The reader uses hypnosis and sex to manipulate Sanji into not flirting with other women, controlling his behavior. Please do not read this one if those themes may be triggering.

Extra A/N: I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIONS IN THIS FIC. This is not how hypnosis works, and I would not condone it if it did. Our subconscious minds won’t accept suggestions that go against our interests. (Cults are a different story, but hypnosis sessions could not do this.) Any who, I hope you enjoy it 😊

You remembered the way you’d blushed, shaking your head at his cheesy line. Still, something about the way he’d tilted his head, crinkling his eyes just a little, made his excessive compliments creep in like teasing fingers on your skin.

And he’d gotten you. Sanji was yours, and you were his. That’s what he promised you.

So why were you in the parking lot of your favorite coffee shop watching him tilt his head at the barista, waiting at the counter to keep talking as she prepared his drink? Why was she blushing, looking at him through her lashes?

You started the car before he grabbed his drink from her hand, chewing the inside of your mouth as you drove to a bar instead.

I knew what he was like. He’s just a flirty person. I have no reason to doubt him.

But what if I do? That’s how he got me. What if he just can’t help himself? What if it’s all a lie?

Those thoughts burned more than the scotch you sipped, failing to calm your nerves.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, opening a new email from your business account. 

It should be a run of the mill client, and you fell into the rhythm of scheduling and exchanging details. 

Hypnotizing clients to break bad habits was your bread and butter. Your lips twitched with a hint of pride in your work. 

At least I’m confident in one area of my life. 

That thought brought that sickening, writhing mass back to your gut, and you hated yourself for feeling this way. 

Bad habits…

You held your glass in the air in front of you, forgetting you were about to take a sip as your mind started racing.

No. Fuck. I couldn’t…

Leaving the scotch on the bar with a tip, you followed your worst impulses out the door for an impromptu shopping trip.

~

‘I’ve got a surprise for you. My place tonight?’

He answered that text almost immediately, and you let out a nervous giggle as you set things up. 

Part of your brain was screaming at you, logic and morals getting squashed by your determination.

His knock on the door felt like the point of no return.

“Hello, my love. I can’t wait to see what kind of surprise my darling has in store for me tonight.”

His hands and lips were already on you, just enough to send heat to your cheeks. 

He’s so good at getting me flustered. 

The image of that blushing barista cooled your blood, and you placed your hands on his face, willing yourself to keep steady.

Pressing your lips to his, you grabbed his wandering hands, pulling him to the bedroom. You turned on a dim lamp to reveal the chair you’d set up, displaying your new toys.

The sight of the ropes and gags made Sanji stumble, an audible moan making your own body tighten.

“I take it you’re interested?”

His heavy lidded eyes pulled away from the chair, meeting yours as a small shudder ran over his skin.

“What are we…”

“I thought I’d finally treat you to something you’ve been asking for.”

“Mm, and what’s that, my dear,” he asked, recovering enough to tease, running his thumb along your hip as he drew you closer.

“I’m going to hypnotize you.”

Sanji’s eyes widened, excitement evident in his features, before he tilted his head toward the chair.

“Do you normally tie up and gag your clients, angel? I didn’t know you were in this line of business.”

He breathed his words along the skin of your neck, his voice raspy with heat, and you let out a soft moan.

“No, sweetie, that’s just for you. If you’re open to it, of course.”

Sanji released a low laugh, placing the ropes and gags on the bed. He sat down, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair as he grinned at you. 

“I’m glad you’re so eager,” you teased, standing in front of him. You slipped into a colder, almost professional tone. 

“Do you consent to being bound, gagged, and hypnotized?”

Even in the low light, you could see the imprint of Sanji’s dick, hard and straining against his slacks as he shivered.

“What are you hypnotizing me to do?”

He was practically liquid on the chair, breathing heavily. You leaned in over him, letting an evil smile touch your lips. 

“To be a better boyfriend.”

The small shock, and mock outrage on his face made you grin. 

“If you consent, you can strip now.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

He narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as he removed his clothes. You enjoyed the show, especially as you watched his face. 

I didn’t lie. He said it’s okay.

Your excuses were pushed away, along with your guilt and doubt as you watched his gorgeous, naked body sit before you, his heavy cock twitching occasionally as his eyes roamed your features.

As you knelt beside him, tying him to the chair, you let your voice sink into that soothing cadence. You explained what was going to happen, the process of induction, of bringing him to the relaxed state of mind needed for hypnosis. 

Trailing your fingers along his body, you asked permission to gag him, and permission to touch him.

I’m doing all of this right. He said he wants to be with only me. He wants to be mine. I’m just helping him.

The sight of Sanji bound before you, helpless to whatever you chose to do next, sent a thrill through you.

“We’re going to begin now. Are you ready?”

“Yes, darling. I’m all yours.”

~

Sanji’s mouth was parted as he stared up at your fingers, your hand above his head so that he was looking as high as he could without tilting his neck. Your other hand lay loose at your side, ready. 

This process was so natural to you now, that it had almost become your own hypnotic state. 

“Sanji. You will be totally relaxed. You will be able to hear me, and feel me, and answer my questions, and your mind and body will stay in a deep level of relaxation.”

“I am going to count from ten down to one, and with each number, and each breath, you will become more and more deeply relaxed, moving gently down.”

As you counted down, repeating the commands for relaxation, you watched his body for signs. His eyes were already fluttering, then you allowed them to close as he continued listening.

He’s going to be so easy to hypnotize.

Smiling at the thought, you started your next test. Bringing your free hand to give a loud snap at your next command, you watched his body jolt slightly before practically melting. 

“Every time you hear the snap of my fingers you sink even deeper, going deeper, drifting deeper. As your mind and body relax completely, you are open to hypnosis, open to my suggestions. As you go deeper,” *snap* “drift deeper,” *snap* “sink deeper,” *snap* “Your body and mind are accepting and welcoming suggestions.”

Normally, you’d test a client’s level of relaxation again with an arm test, but his were tied. However, you knew you didn’t need to. Some people take to hypnosis so naturally, they are the easiest clients. 

And Sanji was so easy. 

You finally brought the long count down to one, confirming and commanding that Sanji was ready to accept suggestions, and to answer questions. 

“Alright Sanji, now that you are fully relaxed, you are going to answer questions easily and truthfully. Answer me now.” *snap* “Are you ready to answer my questions?”

“Yes.”

“Good, Sanji. As you answer each question you feel relaxation move through you. Do you want to be a better boyfriend?” *snap*

“Yes.”

“Of course you do. The feeling of wanting to be a good boyfriend grows even stronger now as you,” *snap* “go deeper, drift deeper. That feeling will continue to grow as you relax,” *snap* “deeper.”

You continued snapping and repeating throughout your commands, loving how easily, and quickly he took to them. 

“In a moment now, Sanji, you will feel my fingers on your skin. You will stay relaxed as you follow my suggestions. But first answer this question honestly and truthfully.”

“Do you flirt with other women?”

“Yes.”

“Is that something a good boyfriend would do?”

“No.”

*snap*

“Good, Sanji. You want to be a good boyfriend, and now you know what not to do. It’s just a habit, and habits can be changed.”

Sanji let out a little whimper, a common thing for clients to do when facing uncomfortable information or guilt during session. 

“You are doing so well, your mind and body are relaxed and accepting suggestions.” *snap* “Now Sanji, we are going to help you become a better boyfriend. You will feel my touch now, and every touch will only bring you deeper into relaxation.”

You picked up the ball gag and traced it along his chest and arm before touching his face. You coached and guided him to open his mouth, using your fingers to gently pry open his lips and jaw. Soft noises left his throat as you fastened it behind his head, checking that it was a good fit.

He was so helpless. You didn’t realize how much you’d enjoy the sight of him like this.

“You are doing so well, Sanji. So relaxed, breathing through your nose so well.”

Sanji gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head, and your mouth dropped open when you noticed his swollen cock, precum leaking down his shaft.

You had to pause for a couple minutes at the sight. Luckily, when clients are in such deep hypnosis, you can often take a short break without them noticing. You normally need to stretch, have water, and a cough drop halfway through a two hour session. 

Right now you needed to catch your breath, trying to focus on your goal instead of Sanji’s gorgeous cock crying out for your attention. 

Fuck.

“Sanji, as you relax, you notice how your body feels. You are relaxed as you pay attention to how your lips, your tongue, and your jaw feel. As you relax now Sanji, you will continue to answer my questions. Do you flirt with other women?”

“yhh.”

The muffled sound strained from the back of his throat. You knew his answer was the same as before. 

“Is that something a good boyfriend would do?”

“ghn.”

“Good, Sanji. Now let your body remember how this gag feels. How it presses your tongue, and stops your words. You are going to use this feeling, your body is going to carry it with you, to help you be a better boyfriend.”

He nodded, small tears forming under his closed eyes. 

“Take yourself back now, going back in time to this afternoon. Picture yourself at the coffee shop. You are there now, you can see what you saw then. The smells, and the sounds wash over you. The power of your subconscious mind is bringing you back to that moment. That woman is there, the barista, speaking to you while she makes your coffee. Are you there now?” *snap* 

“yghh” 

“Were you flirting with that woman?”

A few more tears fell down over Sanji’s stretched cheeks as he grunted his ‘yes.’

“Is that what a good boyfriend would do?”

You paused after his muffled ‘no,’ his admittance of his behavior fueling your desire to see this through. 

I’m just helping him with a bad habit. 

“As you relax deeper,” *snap* “going deeper, you will go back to that moment. You will look at that woman that is not your girlfriend. And when I snap my fingers you will flirt with her just like you did then.”

*snap* 

With his tongue fully pressed beneath the large ball gag, whatever his line was that he’d used on that woman was lost, only grunts and drool spilling from his lips now.

“Your body remembers this feeling. It will carry it through, beyond this session. You want to be a good boyfriend. So now, when you want to flirt with a woman that isn’t your girlfriend, your subconscious mind will bring back this feeling. Flirting is just a habit. Now your body is helping you change that habit. Because you want to be a good boyfriend.”

Each command was accompanied by a snap, and you relished in how deep he was in hypnosis, how pliable. 

This is going to work.

“When I snap my fingers, you will say that you want to be a good boyfriend.”

*snap*

“Mn mwnn gh ghm mm ghmm ghmmrrmn.”

“We’re going to practice this again. Your mind is taking you now to another moment when you flirted with a woman that was not your girlfriend. Your mind is traveling there now.”

Sanji waited so perfectly for you as you removed his ball gag. You grabbed a soft cloth from the bed, wiping the spit that was dripping down his chin, before stuffing the fabric into his mouth. 

“When I snap my fingers, you will flirt with her like you did then.”

This fabric wasn’t as effective as the ball gag, and you tried to makeout what his line had been. 

“Whths ah ghoohthy lch ygh ghnng ng ah ghlsh lch thss?”

Even through the gag you could feel the hint of his purr, and it spurred you on. 

“When I snap my fingers, you will say that you want to be a good boyfriend.”

*snap*

“Eh whnn gh ghh ah ghoogh ghhrrnngh.”

You commanded again that his body would remember this feeling, carry it over. Then you removed the fabric, bringing your final tool in front of his face.

“Now, Sanji, in a moment I will have you open your eyes, just enough to see what I have in my hands.”

You showed it to him, then started trailing it slowly over his thighs, chest, and arms. 

“This is your handkerchief now. It will be your anchor. Everyday, you will put it in your pocket, and it will remind you of your goal to be a better boyfriend.”

You brought it to his hand, rubbing it gently over his fingers. 

“Each day that you touch it, your subconscious mind will remember.” 

You brought it to his lips, covering his mouth and clamping your hand over it. 

Again, you led him to a memory of flirting with another woman, training him to remember how this feels. 

“Your subconscious mind is accepting these suggestions, and they will carry over. Your mind will recall exactly how you have felt tonight. The next time you feel the urge to flirt with another woman, your body will remind you of these feelings.”

You folded the handkerchief, stuffing it into his pants’ pocket, unable to stifle a small smile as your heart raced, the reality of what you’d just done hitting you. 

You knelt in front of him, amazed at how hard he still was after all of that work.

“You’ve been doing so well, Sanji. I know you want to be such a good boyfriend. And good boyfriends get good things. Would you like something good, Sanji?”

“Yes,” he stuttered, finally free from the gags.

“Soon I will count back up from ten to one, and your conscious mind will let go of all that we’ve done, but your subconscious mind will remember. Your conscious mind will only remember the relaxation, and the pleasure, but your subconscious mind, and your body will remember it all. You will carry all of these suggestions with you.”

“And as I count you back to this moment, you will feel so much pleasure. You will be completely present, and happy to be with your girlfriend. You will feel so good knowing that you are a good boyfriend. Are you ready to feel good, Sanji?”

He nodded, making sweet, needy noises for you.

You started to count him out, going slowly as you traced your fingers on his lap. Continuing your commands as you teased his tip, his body started shaking as much as the ropes would allow.

“You’re being so good for me, Sanji. So good. Three.” *snap*

Stroking his cock now, you knew it wouldn’t be long. You spaced out your count, bringing him out so slowly so you could time it right.

“I wanna be a good boyfriend…”

The words came out of him without your command, Sanji’s pathetic whine making you drip with need. 

“You are.” *snap* “You are a good boyfriend, Sanji. Now, when I snap my fingers one more time you will be awake and alert with me here and now. You will open your eyes, and you will feel so good, and your body will remember.”

The feel of his swollen skin in your hand set you on fire, and you waited until you watched him twitching, feeling him pulsing.

*snap* 

Sanji opened his eyes, mouth slack as he met your gaze. Then his eyes rolled back, his come shooting straight up over his lap, making a mess. 

He let out the most gorgeous, unrestrained moans, and you kept going until every drop spilled out of him, dripping down your fingers.

His head was still tilted back, and his breath was heavy for a few long moments.

“Are you okay,” you asked, your voice soft with worry. 

What if he remembers? What if he’s angry?

“Mm, I feel incredible, my love. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more relaxed in my life.”

You let out a tiny squeal of happiness, standing up to reach his lips for a kiss.

He’s all mine.

~

You waited in the parking lot the next day, hoping he’d stick to the same schedule. Again, shoving aside all the guilt and worry, you just focused, obsessing over if this worked.

Huddling down in your seat with a gasp, you watched your boyfriend walk in, staring at his profile as he waited in line. 

Sanji got to the front, pulling out his wallet as he pointed to the menu. It was the same woman from the day before, and you cringed at her playful smile. 

Sanji smiled back, and your heart sank. 

Until he reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out the handkerchief.

Sanji looked away from her as she took his card, and you watched in sick pleasure as he covered his whole mouth with the fabric, holding it over his lips just as you had. 

The woman tried to talk to him after she returned his card, but he could hardly look at her, still holding the handkerchief to his face as he nodded. 

He walked away, standing against the wall as he waited. 

Guilt and triumph filled you, and your hands were shaking as you grabbed your keys. 

You let out a little scream when your phone chirped, dropping your keys, then laughed at your nerves. You started the car, wanting to get out of there before he came outside, but you saw his name on your phone’s screen. 

More fear flooded you, and you saw that he was still waiting against the wall, staring at his phone. 

Holding your breath, you checked the text.

‘Can I cook dinner for my beautiful girlfriend tonight? Already missing your face, my love 💖’

You tossed your phone to the passenger seat, and drove away, body buzzing. You couldn’t believe how giddy you felt, and you kept squealing and biting your lip. 

Amidst the giddiness you still felt guilt, but you kept shaking it away, telling yourself it was for the best. 

Now he’s all mine, and I’m all his. That’s what he promised me anyway. 

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a/n: Once again, hypnosis can't do that, and I wouldn't condone this either way. But I had fun with this one, and I hope you did too!

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[snakebites-and-ink]

CW: Hypnosis or something like unto it (technically nonconsensual but genuinely for their own good), mildly dubious consent to medical treatment (also genuinely for their own good)

“Shh, please don’t fight it, Whumpee, you need this treatment.”

“Caretaker, I can’t—!”

“Yes, you can. Look at me, Whumpee.” Caretaker used a gentle finger under the chin to guide Whumpee’s face towards theirs.

Whumpee didn’t fight the maneuver, but they continued to babble about how they couldn’t do it and they were scared. Caretaker could tell how anxious Whumpee was both by the way they avoided looking Caretaker in the eye and because they knew Whumpee wasn’t this chattery normally. But when Caretaker managed to catch their gaze, their protests came slower and a fraction of the fear melted off of their face.

“That’s good, keep your eyes on me, Whumpee. Let’s take a deep breath together.”

Whumpee complied, and got a little more calm.

“Okay. Just relax for me now. You’re going to be okay.”

“But I—”

“Shh, no. You are going to be okay. Just relax.”

Whumpee did relax then, and Caretaker knew they’d be able to get them through this.

“Wonderful. Now, do you remember when we talked about this before? We went over what would happen, and agreed it would be the best thing for you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. And I also told you these people are legitimate professionals and they only want to do what’s good for you.”

“Yes.”

“That’s right. And so you’re going to be okay. Can you be brave for me and go through with it?”

Whumpee was perfectly placid, with no sign of the fear that had been overwhelming them only minutes ago. “Yes, Caretaker.”

“Good, you’re doing great,” Caretaker cooed softly. “Now, is it okay if the doctors do their job?”

Whumpee nodded.

“Perfect. I’ll be right here if you need me again, okay?”

[arwenkenobi48]

A preview of my new Doctor Hypnos story

“Can you hear me, Silver Shield?” The villain’s voice, soft as velvet, rippled through the silence. “Yes, Doctor Hypnos,” Cody replied, his eyes still fluttering drowsily. “Good slave. Now, let your sleepy mind wander. You are still under my spell, but now your mind is forming new images, new worlds are unfolding before your eyes. You are dreaming, dreaming such sweet and beautiful dreams. What does it look like, my sleepy slave?”

Cody smiled drowsily. “I’m on an island. It’s floating in a sea of pink clouds. I can see a rainbow…and a castle…” He yawned. Doctor Hypnos gasped softly. The Land of Dreams really did exist and that meant the Amulet was also real. Now all he needed to do was summon the other former superheroes. The Amulet would soon be his!

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Whumptober 2024 No. 17- Shipwrecked

Whumpee coughed up seawater. They distantly registered that they were lying flat on their back, their head resting on a warm, textured surface. Their eyes stung from the salt that had gotten in them, and they blinked rapidly to get it out. Their vision cleared and they stared up at an open sky surrounded by natural walls of stone. The stars twinkled down at them, little pinpricks of light against the deep blue and black of the night. It was after staring for a bit that they thought to wonder where in Heaven’s name they were.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” a silky voice cooed.

Whumpee froze. They craned their neck back and saw what their head had been resting on. A pale-blue-skinned person smiled down at them, their fangs glinting in the moonlight. Their dark hair hung in wet curtains around their face and shoulders. Their tail sat folded neatly underneath them, the deep blue scales glittering against the rock. The siren’s eyes followed every little movement Whumpee made, including when they scrambled in their terror to sit up and get away.

“Hold on now,” the siren said, “where do you think you’re going?”

Whumpee went to reply, but just coughed up more seawater. They finally answered in a raspy voice.

“Don’t eat me!”

The siren titled their head, then laughed, the music of it bouncing off the cave walls.

“Eat you?” the siren asked, “what makes you think you’d be a good meal? Why, half of you would just taste like myself. Pardon my words, but you don’t look very appetizing.”

Whumpee’s chest rose and fell in rapid succession, over and over again as they struggled to get enough air. They went for the dagger strapped to their thigh. Their heart lurched into their throat when they felt nothing there.

“Looking for this?” The siren asked, twirling the dagger, “it’s very pretty, and I do apologize for stealing it, but I didn’t want to become sushi by your hand, especially considering I just saved you.”

“You… you what?”

“Saved you. Rescued you. Brought you back from the brink. Take your pick of phrases.”

The siren continued to stare at Whumpee, their eyes glinting with a playfulness and wonder, but noticeably not hunger or sadism.

“…But you are going to be in trouble if you keep panicking like that,” the siren noted, “why don’t you come closer and I’ll help you calm down?”

That could very well be a trick, and Whumpee thought as much. The siren sighed when Whumpee didn’t move.

“Alright, the old-fashioned way then.”

The siren opened their mouth and began to sing. It was a deep, ethereal sound, and suddenly all of Whumpee’s thoughts faded away like seafoam. All they could hear, think, and feel was the song. They crawled closer to the siren, staring slack-jawed with glazed eyes. The siren beamed, continuing to sing, and gently pulled Whumpee back into their lap. They ran one hand through their soaked hair while the other rubbed soft circles into the back of their hand.

“There now, that’s better,” the siren whispered.

“Who… who are you?” Whumpee asked, dazed but infinitely calmer than before.

“I am called Caretaker,” the siren answered, “and I found you right when your ship went down. Clinging to a scrap of wood like your life depended on it. Well, I suppose it did, but you couldn’t hold on for very long. I caught you just as you swallowed what must have been a lungful of water.”

“…What about the other people on the ship?” Whumpee asked.

“My clan is watching them,” Caretaker said, “don’t worry.”

Whumpee’s fear must have shown on their face.

“They aren’t going to be eaten either,” Caretaker said, “only a very select few clans of sirens attack humans, and they all live in the Bermuda Triangle these days, so you’ve nothing to worry about.”

“What’s going to happen to me?” Whumpee asked.

“I suppose I’ll have to get you home somehow,” Caretaker sighed, “such a shame, I almost want to keep you.”

Whumpee blushed, unsure why exactly.

“Now then,” Caretaker said, “what do humans eat? And I suppose you only drink freshwater. We’ll figure this out together, er, what was your name?”

“Whumpee.”

“Whumpee, we’ll get you sorted, not to worry,” Caretaker smiled.

It would be some time before Caretaker found a way to get Whumpee home, and until they did, they would have a new friend from the surface world to take extra good care of.

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[whumpshaped]

either write a vampire caretaker thralling whumpee temporarily to go to sleep or go to sleep

well i cant sleep so that leaves me w little choice

tw nightmares, dubcon hypnosis, forced treatment for insomnia <3

“No, no, please, you don’t– don’t understand–”

“Shh, sweetheart. I do. It’s okay.” Caretaker was gently petting Whumpee’s head in their lap, scratching their scalp in a way that made their eyes flutter.

“I don’t want… another nightmare…”

“I know, baby. I know.” They watched with a sad little smile as their friend slowly relaxed, knowing well that these were the only times when they could unwind. They doubted Whumpee would get much sleep while they were away on that trip next week.

No need to stress about the future for now, they supposed. For now, they could give Whumpee all the rest they needed and more.

“You’re doing so well,” they whispered as Whumpee’s breathing evened out. “So good for me. The sleepiest little thing. So peaceful.”

Whumpee inhaled deeply, letting out a pleased mmmmm at being praised so generously. They jolted for a moment, only to settle down once Caretaker shushed them.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing, precious. Not while I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.”

[mera-k1]

Hiii! Can you write about Doppo, Rosho, Kuko and Rio with breeding hc? If you havent written It yet, please? Also i love your blog!!!

hey!! ofc i can! enjoy♡♡

Breeding Hcs

Rio, Doppo, Rosho, Kuko x afab!reader

-smut, breeding, creampie

-for rio, i don't see him as someone who'd enjoy breeding unless he was absolutely ready to start a family with you. and, of course, with your consent.

-absolutely fills you to the brim with his cum honestly... the best creampie you could ask for from anyone to be honest.

-you've gotta trap him with your legs if you really want a creampie. he just obliges, letting you keep his cock buried deep inside of you as he cums. if this is what you're into then who is he to judge?

-rio wants to settle down somewhere with you, preferably without the hypnosis mics, before you both start tampering with breeding you... he wants to make sure you're both in a place to raise a child that could result of this.

-doppo can never deny your wants. whenever you say you want him to breed you, he can't help but feel as if he has to. he wants to make sure you're happy and if this is what is going to make your experience better then he'll sure as hell comply!

-it's not something he thought he'd ever really be into in general but if it gets you off then he doesn't mind giving you a creampie occasionally..

-he's more into the idea of starting a family with you when you're both ready for it. then he gets more accepting of that idea but until then, it'll be only when you ask him to.

-i think for rosho, he wants to be in the right spot before you both start tampering with breeding. what if he accidentally gets you pregnant!? the poor guy has a little too much anxiety about it so it's best to wait until he's prepared.

-sometimes he forgets if he's supposed to pull out or not.. ends up pulling out unless you make the move to keep him inside of you. it flusters him to no end because it just feels so intimate to him.

-rosho's a fan of intimacy during sex so the fact that cumming inside you feels so intimate to him makes him feels like he really was meant to be with you if you're letting him do that!

-i'm torn for kuko... on one hand, he's down for cumming inside and breeding you till you're satisfied but on the other hand he's not sure if he wants to risk anything. he'd rather be safe than regret it.

-he wants to make sure that there's little to no risk of any accidents before he agrees to breeding. it's something he's actually being careful about for once... but after that? he'll cum in you all you want and even scoop it back in with his fingers when his cum leaks out of you.

-he likes it messy so be prepared for him to fuck his cum into you until it's an absolute mess... don't worry though! kuko always makes sure to clean you up afterwards!

[scarletemeraldpurple]

Daddy Agatha Harkness X Sapphic Reader

CW: Hypnosis,no awakener, dubcon

Agatha helps the reader relax after a hard day by taking away their thoughts and playing with their tits. No genital mentions. Reader is called girl a lot and pet as a title is used. Reader is also praised a lot and lightly degraded.

“This’ll feel good angel, I promise.” Agatha said to you as you laid together on the bed.

She wrapped herself arms around you from behind. Her touch was comforting as always.

“I want you to take a nice deep breath in for me. In. Hold it. And out.”

She felt some tension leave your body as you followed her instructions. “So good for me. Take another deep breath in. And out. Just keep breathing for me sweetheart. And as you breathe I’m just gonna keep talking to you gently. Just like this. And I’m gonna hold you close to me as you breathe in and out.”

She squeezed a little tighter. You kept breathing for her. But even as you tried to keep your focus on your breathing, the worries from your day kept popping up in your head.

“So much goes on in that pretty little head of yours, doesn’t it love? We’re gonna take that away today. All you need to do is listen to my voice and I’m going to guide you into mindlessness. It’s going to feel so good. You might find that your thoughts keep creeping back up, and that’s okay. It’s normal. But here’s what I want you to do.” She twirled her finger and whispered something you couldn’t make out. Suddenly a purple spiral swirled in front of your face.

“You’re gonna look into this pretty spiral, and you’re gonna let it pull those thoughts out of your brain. My magic will just hold them for you until I decide to give them back. So stare for me pet, lose yourself in it.”

Your eyes fluttered. The spiral was bright and purple and it really did draw you in. You leaned your head forward just a bit, wanting to drink it in.

“Good girl. Give into the spiral. Give into my magic. Give into me. I’ve got you, sweet thing.”

Agatha’s words were so gentle. You felt warm all over. Your head was starting to feel fuzzy. Your eyelids were starting to feel heavy.

“It’s perfectly natural to start to feel sleepy when you’re so enthralled by something. When it just takes up all your focus. Especially when it’s draining you of all those errant thoughts. You don’t need those with me. You don’t need to think at all with me. Let my words become your thoughts babydoll.”

You let out a sigh, and you let your mouth hang open. Still staring at the spiral. Nothing in your head but the spiral and Agatha’s words.

Agatha chuckled. “Aww look at you. Already blanked out huh? Nod your head.”

You mindlessly bobbed your head up and down.

“Oh what a good girl. I could do anything I wanted to you right now. You’d follow my every command. It feels so good to follow my instructions. To let me shut down your brain. To let me pull every thought out of that pretty little head of yours.”

As much as you wanted to keep staring, you were going totally limp, your head slumped down towards your chest.

“Awww, my little plaything’s getting sleepy. How cute. But…” She grabbed the back of your hair and pulled your head back up. “You’re gonna keep staring for me. I know there’s not much left in that head. But I also know it just feels so good to stare. So good to give in. You’re so good for me. So good at giving in to me.”

You let out a soft sound.

“Such a sweet thing. Let’s test your obedience hmm? For the rest of this trance, every time I ask you a question, you’re going to respond ‘Yes Daddy’. Got it?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl. Such a pliable mind for me. Are you my good girl?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Yes you are, my good girl. Are you deeply hypnotized for me?”

“Yes Daddy.” You really were.

“Do you love being hypnotized?”

“Yes Daddy.” You really did. You had never felt so vulnerable, and yet so safe.

“What time is it?”

“Yes Daddy.” Some small part of you knew that didn’t make sense. But you couldn’t think about that, you just needed to do what Daddy had asked. She had taken your mind over completely.

Agatha chuckled. “Good girl. Such a good girl for Daddy. Want Daddy to make you feel even better honey?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“This will feel so good baby, I promise. Daddy’s got you. I’m just gonna take my hands and put them on your tits. Do you like having Daddy squeeze your tits?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Such a good girl. So helpless to whatever Daddy wants to do to you. Now I’m just gonna rub your nipples baby. Nice little circles as you keep staring at the spiral. No thinking for you, just feelings. Just pleasure.”

You let out a small moan as Agatha played with you. You were just a vessel for receiving pleasure.

“Just rubbing around and around and around. Just like how the spiral swirls around and around and around. And the more I rub your pretty nipples, the deeper you sink for me, and the deeper you sink for me, the more sensitive your nipples become.”

More pathetic sounds of pleasure left your mouth as the suggestion sank in. You felt your sensitivity increase with every move of Agatha’s fingers.

“Good girl. Let me hear you. Let Daddy know how good you feel. Daddy’s good slut. And the pleasure is just growing and growing as you sink deeper for me, as I keep playing with you. I can play with you however I want huh baby?”

“Mmphf. Yes Daddy.”

“Because you’re my good slut, aren’t you baby?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“And you love having Daddy’s hands on you. And you love feeling the pleasure build from just my hands on your nipples, isn’t that right,slut?”

“Yes Daddy.” You said breathlessly.

“Yes of course you do. It’s building and building. I bet you could cum from this. Do you want to cum for your Daddy, sweet girl?”

“Yes Daddy.” Despite only having been touched on your chest, you could feel spikes of pleasure between your legs.

“Hmm, I don’t know if you want it bad enough. Can you beg for me? Show me how badly you need it?”

“Please Daddy. Please you feel so good. Please I want to cum for you. Please please…” Your words mostly turned to babbling after that.

“Such a sweet girl. Cum for me.” Your Daddy instructed with a final pinch of your nipples.

Your eyes rolled back as your back arched. Pleasure jolted from your nipples and spread all over your body.

“Good girl, just feel good, just let go.”

Your breathing was ragged. Your focus was taken off the spiral as the orgasm took over you. You would’ve started to come back to yourself if it hadn’t completely exhausted you.

Agatha took down the spiral with a flick of her wrist and held you close.

“You did so good for me love. You can close your eyes and drift off to sleep. I’ve got you, I’ll be here when it’s time to get up.”

Agatha loved how far you dropped for her. Loved taking away your thoughts. It was fun turning you into a horny little toy, of course. But more than that, she liked taking away your stress, liked keeping you safe in her arms. It fulfilled something in her, in a way that even taking other’s magic didn’t.

[reddamselette]

"Have you lost your marbles, Valdez?" Jason whispered a bit too loudly, prompting Leo to cover his mouth with the palm of his hand quickly as he heard footsteps approach for several moments.

His heart pounded against his ribcage like a hammer, blood rang through his ears as a void opened in his stomach and the temperature of the closet rose exceedingly high. Burning.

As they waited in silence, soft and short cool breaths brushed Leo's palm. Ever so slowly, Leo tore his gaze from the shadows beneath the door and to the boy in front of him. Goosebumps rose on his skin, his hair stood on the back of his neck and for the first time, he was speechless.

There wasn't much light aside from the rays of the sun peeking through the cracks of the doors yet Jason looked heavenly. Blond strands fell over his eyes and gave him a sleepy look, as if he just woke up from a nap that lasted for days with startling clear and blue pools that reminded Leo of the skies.

Jason's hand reached up to remove the other's from his mouth to speak lowly, in a hushed tone, "Do you want to tell me what this is about?"

"Your eyes are really pretty up close." Leo swallowed, his lips moving ahead of his thoughts and his mind as anxiety flared in his chest and his hands. Electricity tingling underneath Jason's fingers where they remained wrapped around his wrist. Not pretty. Hypnotizing.

Brown irises fell to lips parted in slight shock and shivers ran down his spine. "I, um.." He tried. He truly tried to explain but he couldn't. Jason always made him too nervous to speak and locked in a closet for something Leo had done made him all too aware of his feelings.

Jason released his wrist and his hand fell back to his side, his eyes flickered around the closed space as he softly sighed. For the first time, Leo felt overwhelming cold.

"Did you mess with Clarisse again?"

Leo shook his head, quietly clearing his throat and glanced off to the side. He could find the words if he wasn't staring so intently, so...interested in whatever Leo had to say. "Nico."

"Ah." The son of Jupiter understood a little too quickly, like he could read the other's mind easily. "What's so bad you had to drag me with you?" He teased and a heart of fire skipped a beat, flames stuttered.

Leo weakly managed a nervous laugh but if Jason caught it, he didn't say a single thing. Instead the blond tilted his head and waited patiently.

"I think it's best if you didn't know honestly."

"I know you think my eyes are pretty up close."

His gaze snapped to Jason's in the time it takes for lightning to strike. Leo raised a hand to his head and scratched his head, then his cheek shyly. But then he caught it.

The shine in blue eyes, twinkling with something longingly and too lovingly to be considered anything friendly.

"Leo."

"Hm? Yeah? What's, uh, what's happenin'?"

Jason smiled sweetly, reminding the son of Hephaestus of cotton candy sweet enough to cause a toothache, and pale, scarred hands cupped his cheeks almost hesitantly. He pressed their foreheads together and shut his eyes, inhaling as if to calm his nerves. "Kiss me."