#pocket watch induction

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So entrancing

[bastetofthesilvermoon]

Tic.

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Toc.

Swing the watch.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Tic.

Toc.

And deeper you go.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper

Deeper

You

Go

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper.

Deeper.

And you Drop.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Drop.

Tic.

Toc.

Heavy and deep.

And under you go.

Under you fall.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Heavy.

Deep.

Drop.

All the way down.

Heavy and deep.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Heavier.

Heavier.

Sleepier.

Sleepier.

Tic.

Toc.

Back.

Forth.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Heavy and deep.

Drop.

Sleep.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Taste of Temptation || DR3

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!reader Summary: Tensions arise when there is chemistry with a man far older than you but will age be enough to deny what is definitely there? Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, age gap (13 years) reader is 20, dirty talk, pet names, assplay WC: 5.6k F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five Snapshots One || Two || Three || Four || Five

Pre-Season Testing - Bahrain  You prayed the white polo shirt went unnoticed by everyone as you wandered aimlessly around the paddock on your first day. The ‘induction’ into your role was nothing more than a three minute video about paddock etiquette and you still weren’t quite sure what it was you were meant to be doing. You were also too embarrassed to admit you had no clue what you were doing so you didn’t dare ask for help either.

Daniel watched you from the outdoor seating in Red Bull’s hospitality and he smirked to himself as you turned around twice before deciding on a direction that put you right into his path. The moment he saw you meandering around like a lost kitten he had felt a protective instinct snap into place and when you passed by his table he couldn’t help but steal your attention. 

You frowned as a sharp whistle sounded beside you and you turned around until you spotted a man grinning back at you. It was impossible not to recognise him with his signature cheeky grin inviting you closer and you pointed to yourself as you looked around to see if he was smiling at someone else. 

“Yeah, you,” he laughed, rising from his seat and grabbing the opened can of Red Bull from the table. “Where are you heading?”

“Um, I don’t know,” you said as you nervously played with your lanyard.

“I can help you find your way. Do you have a name, kitten?”

“Kitten?”

“Hmm, that was a good guess.”

“What? No, my name’s not kitten. And I’m not exactly lost. I just don’t know where I’m meant to be.” Your shoulders slumped as you pulled out the piece of paper in your pocket and tried once again to make sense of it but it was plucked from your fingers. 

“Pretty sure that’s the definition of lost. Okay so, 10am in the pit, looks like you’re with me, kitten,” he said as he balled up the paper and lobbed it into the recycling bin. 

“But I needed th-”

“Nonsense, you’ve got yourself the best travel guide now. I’ll protect you from the dangerous animals that roam wild in this place.”

You couldn’t remember hearing about any dangerous animals when you arrived in the humid country but the thought brought a rising panic that had you take a step closer to the Red Bull driver. He grinned as he threw an arm over your shoulder and tucked you into his side.

“There’s one right there,” he whispered in your ear as he pointed to Carlos who was leaving the Ferrari motorhome. “Careful, he definitely bites. And if left hungry, then no one is safe.”

A laugh bubbled up before you covered your mouth to silence the sound but it had already drawn the other driver’s attention, or maybe it was Daniel’s much louder laugh that he barked. The Spanish driver sauntered over and shook hands with his competitor before eyeing you up with a grin.

“Who's your friend?” 

“This is-”

“Not kitten,” you interrupted as you held your hand out. “It’s Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Carlos,” he said as he shook your hand before cocking an eyebrow at Daniel curiously. “Kitten?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Daniel said as his hand slipped down and you relaxed under the comforting pressure of his palm on your lower back. “Only I can call her that. I’m just going to give her the grand tour, I’ll catch you later, mate.”

You smiled at Carlos and gave him a small wave before you were once more making your way through the paddock. It was impossible not to laugh as Daniel joked and teased anyone and everything along the way. He had a charisma that few did and you completely forgot about work or even where he was taking you until he came to a stop.

“You have arrived at your destination,” he said with a dramatic bow as he pointed to the stage where some interviews were happening. 

“Thanks, though I still have no idea what I’m meant to be doing here,” you said as you worried on your bottom lip nervously.

His eyes seemed to darken as he watched your bottom lip be pulled between your teeth and your stomach flipped at the unexpected tension that rose. 

“I can keep you company,” he offered. “Wouldn’t want my little kitten getting lost again.”

The pet name seemed to be sticking around, and the more he said it the more you wanted to hear it. “Don’t you have your own job to do?”

He didn’t seem too happy at the reminder and seemed to nod, shrug and shake his head all at once. “Maybe…how about getting a drink after? I want to see you relaxed, and in something a little more…you,” he said as his fingers traced the hem of your FIA issued polo shirt.

“I can’t,” you replied when your voice finally worked. 

“Why not? You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”

“No.” He visibly relaxed at the answer and smiled brightly once more. “I’m only twenty.”

“Age is just a number, kitten.” 

You already knew his age, but the gap of over a decade didn’t seem that far with his carefree attitude and humorous outlook.

You looked at your feet as heat scorched your cheeks. “I meant it’s illegal for me to drink here. Not…that.”

Daniel frowned and mentally ran through the next few weeks of races, the Bahrain and Saudi Arabian Grand Prix both having the same drinking age of 21 instead of 18. The frown eased as a smirk replaced it and he dipped his head closer to yours to whisper in your ear, “you’re in for a treat.”

“What’s that?” Curiosity getting the better of you.

“You, me, Aus GP. I’ll give you a night to remember.” 

You bit your lip as your imagination ran wild beyond just having a drink but before you could reply your name was called by the woman who had assigned the job to you. You were grateful for it too as you stepped back and took a deep breath to steady yourself. Daniel was dangerous to be around, his allure made you forget what you were meant to be doing and you couldn’t afford to lose this job. 

“I’ll have to take a rain check but thank you for showing me around,” you said with a small wave before rushing over to the lady waiting impatiently.

“You’re late.” She thrust a clipboard into your hands and tapped a finger on the timetable. “These are the interview orders. Find the drivers on the list and make sure they are backstage and ready. Got it?”

You nodded and scanned the table to see who was needed first and found Carlos’ name along with Lando Norris and Logan Sargeant. Thankfully the tour with Daniel had taken you past their motorhomes and you only hoped they were there as you started your search.

Round Two - Saudi Arabia You only just managed to duck in time to dodge the football that flew your way and a string of apologies quickly followed. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t aiming for you, I swear,” Oscar apologised again as he jogged over to collect the ball. 

“Nice reflexes though,” Lando pointed out with a grin. “Wanna play? Piastri could use all the help he can get, as you can see.”

“I’m terrible, trust me, you don’t want me on your team. I’m just good at dodging hazards.” 

“Like Danny?” Lando joked. “He was looking for you.”

You had seen the missed calls from him but had been too busy to return them. “Is he a hazard then?”

You had ended up spending a lot more time with the drivers than you had expected with your job. You would even go so far as to say you were friends with some of them, mostly Oscar, Lando, Yuki and Logan since they were only a year or two older than you. 

“Nah, he’s just protective of you for some reason.” You cocked an eyebrow up and Lando stumbled over his words. “We would all protect you, if you needed it, of course, we wouldn’t just, you know, leave you to fend for yourself. Daniel’s just a little more…Oscar?”

You looked to Oscar for an answer as Lando had but Daniel’s fellow Australian driver shifted uncomfortably and focused on the ball at his feet. “Possessive.”

Lando snapped his finger and nodded. “That’s the word I was looking for. Did he have ‘a talk’ with you last week?” 

Oscar nodded with a grimace and you frowned at the sight of it on your friend's face. “What kind of talk?”

“Nothing, just racing stuff,” he lied, a fake reassuring smile plastered on his face. “Should we start making a move?”

You checked your watch and found there was still plenty of time to get the boys to the media pit but they were already walking ahead when you looked back up. You trusted that they would arrive there without too many distractions to make them late and instead headed to the Red Bull motorhome. 

You tapped the back of your knuckles on the door with Daniel’s name and the hard line of your lips pressed together vanished as his accent welcomed you inside. 

“Kitten, I wasn’t expecting you,” he greeted as he sat shirtless on the couch in the driver room, country music playing from a speaker in the corner. “What brings you to my humble abode?”

His body was a distraction and you had to look away, but there was no avoiding the scent of his cologne that lingered in the air and you had to shake your head to rid yourself of the intrusive thoughts. You crossed your arms as you stiffened your spine, remembering why you were there in the first place. “Did you say something to Oscar?”

“I’ve said lots to him,” he said as he stood up. His broad chest filled your vision and your eyes drifted over the definitions of his muscles before focusing on the tattoos that decorated his skin. “You’ll have to be more specific, kitten.”

“I don’t know, he was just acting weird,” you admitted as your hands dropped to your side. “And Lando mentioned some talk you had.”

“That’s not very specific,” he chuckled as he stepped closer. 

Taking a deep breath, you dared to drag your eyes up his body until you reached those warm brown eyes of his. “Did you talk to them about me?”

He shrugged innocently but the look in his eyes was anything but. “Once or twice.”

“Why? They’re my friends.”

“Good, that’s all they should be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means they will only be your friends,” he said through a cocky smile, “if they know what’s good for them.”

You tipped your head back to glare at him for what he insinuated. “You’re not my father.”

“You’re young, but you’re not that young,” he laughed as he circled you and whispered in your ear. “Oh, the things I would do to you if you were just a little older.”

The air in your lungs froze as your stomach somersaulted and you jolted back when his fingertips trailed up your arms. Goosebumps broke over your skin at the light touch and the breath you had held turned to a soft sigh. “Tell me.”

“That wouldn’t be a good idea, kitten,” he said as the lock on the door clicked into place behind you.

“Why?” You sounded as needy as you suddenly felt. This dance had become a familiar routine over the last three weeks but it had never gone further than a few flirty lines whispered in quiet corridors or text messages late at night.

“Because I want to do bad things to you.”

You turned to face him and it left your lips mere inches apart. All it would take was a subtle shift onto your tiptoes and you would be able to taste the lips that had tempted you since he found you on your first day. It took all your strength to resist being the first to give in to the pull between you but you did allow yourself a small indulgence as you traced the lettering of the tattoo across his collarbone.

“How bad?”

His throat bounced with the deep swallow he took and he caught your hand before it could reach his racing pulse. “Very bad.”

Your thighs clenched together at the gravel in his voice and you forgot why you entered his room as curiosity controlled your thoughts. Emboldened by the heat in his gaze, your free hand followed the contour of his hip to the deep V that disappeared into his jeans and his chest rose with a shaky breath. “Like…?”

“Kitty…” He licked his lips as he folded his hand over yours and pushed it lower. “I would destroy you.” He guided your palm over his jeans and your eyes widened at the size of the hard length you felt contained beneath the denim. A dark chuckle teased your ear as he watched your reaction before continuing. “Sweet, little kitten. I’d stretch every hole and make them mine.”

He curled an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his body before his large hands trailed down to grip your backside, squeezing them roughly. You gasped as his fingers teased over the seam that ran down your ass and your core clenched at the thought of taking him in such a way. 

“No one’s ever fucked you there have they?” he asked knowingly, his voice dropping lower as he turned you around and ground his erection against your ass. “Innocent, little kitten. I would work you up to it, don’t you worry. I bet I could make you cum with my tongue first, then again with my fingers, before you begged me to fuck you. And you’d take me so well, I just know it. You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, kitten?”

Your head fell back to his shoulder with a moan as your eyes fluttered shut. “Yes…”

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled before he pulled away. “But you’re too young.”

If his words didn’t send a shiver down your spine it was the sound of the door unlocking before it swung open. Daniel leaned so casually against the frame like the last two minutes had never happened but his eyes were tortured as he looked at the glowing green emergency exit sign at the other end of the motorhome. “Run while you can, kitten.”

It was impossible to look at Daniel without hearing his sordid words echoing in your head. All weekend you were tortured with the images he had placed there and your nights were spent tossing and turning in your room as you remained unsatisfied by your fingers. 

He seemed to sense it too when he passed you in the paddock. 

“You look tired,” he commented quietly as you escorted Lando to an interview. He had been quick to divert his own course of travel when he saw you walking beside the British driver and positioned himself between you two. “Trouble sleeping?”

“It’s just the humidity,” you lied but his smirk only grew. 

“Won’t have to worry about that next week. Australia brings a different kind of heat. I can’t wait to show you it.” His arm draped over your shoulder. “Get that drink together. See where the night leads.”

You stumbled and would have fallen if he had tightened his grip, pulling you even closer to him so his lips brushed your cheek. “I thought I was too young,” you shot back quietly after you recovered your footing.

“You can drink at 18 there.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know,” he laughed as he slipped away with a wink. “I hope your sleep is more satisfying tonight.”

“Is your aircon broken?” Lando asked, a look of concern etched on his frowning face. “You can have my room if you need, I can bunk with Carlos - he probably misses having someone to cuddle.”

“Why would you bunk with Carlos? Not that we need to, since my aircon is working fine,  but we could’ve just shared your bed.” 

Lando scoffed a laugh and jutted a thumb over his shoulder in the direction Daniel had gone in. “Yeah, if I want to wake to a castration, which I don’t.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “At least you still talk to me. I have hardly seen Yuki since he spoke to Danny before the qualifiers. I’m pretty sure they weren’t discussing the weather.”

Lando scratched the tuft of hair on his chin nervously. “That chat was about the TikTok you guys made. I mean, I found it hilarious but playing twister put you two in some pretty close positions.”

“It was just a game.”

“I know that, hell, everyone knows that.” Lando shook his head and looked around before leaning closer. “You know he’s protective of you-”

“Possessive,” you corrected.

“Possessive, whatever,” he said with a dismissive wave. “Just try not to drag too many of us into the line of fire, okay?”

You felt guilty for disturbing the peace, or friendships, and nodded sullenly. “Can you find your own way to the pit? I’m not feeling too well.”

“Want me to walk you to the med bay?” 

You waved off the look of concern. “No, I’ll get another strike on my name if you’re late to your interview. Go on, I’ll be fine.”

He reluctantly left and you made your way to the admin building so you could beg for a different position, one that didn’t involve interacting with the drivers. The last thing they needed in their busy lives was more drama.

When you swapped out roles with a colleague you thought things would quieten down but your phone was pinging nonstop with the drivers asking why they had some random guy walking them to their appointments. You resorted to silencing the device until after the race was over.

Incident investigation, collision between DR3 and YT22 - noted

The notification came across your laptop followed by an email with the request for the first of the drivers to appear before the stewards. With a sigh, you closed the laptop and went in search of Daniel so you could escort him to where he needed to go since his race had ended early with a crash on the 50th lap.

It was like déjà vu standing in front of his door, tapping your knuckles quietly, but this time his welcome was colder and when you stepped inside there was no smile to greet you.

“Where were you?” he asked as he tossed his phone on the table, your name on the screen with all of his messages that you hadn’t replied to.

“Sorry, I was working and my phone was on silent.” You shifted on your feet as you fought the urge to reach for him and comfort him. “Are you alright? Is Yuki okay?”

“Why don’t you go ask him?”

“Maybe I will,” you said as you started to turn back to the door but he was there in an instant, shutting it closed and sliding the lock into place.

“You don’t go near him. And you definitely don’t make stupid little videos with him.”

Daniel stalked you across his room, taking a step for every one you retreated until your back hit the wall. Still he didn’t stop. Not until he filled your vision and his hands took yours, lifting them above your head and pinning them to the wall.

 “You want to get knotted into positions like that, you come see me, kitten. Not Yuki, or any of those other guys.” 

Your heart threatened to beat right out of your chest but it wasn’t fear that had it racing when he shoved his knee between your legs and spread them. A soft whimper escaped your parted lips as your skirt rode higher and his thigh brushed over the lace of your panties.

“You want that, don’t you?” he teased as his cheek rested against yours, keeping his lips out of your reach. “Has it been keeping you up at night, kitten?”

You screwed your eyes closed so you didn’t have to see the smirk on his face when you nodded but you felt the breath of his quiet laugh on your neck. “Don’t be shy now. Tell me what you need.”

You bit your lip to keep from voicing what you had fantasised but it didn’t stop him from feeling your body betray you. Your legs tightened around him without thinking and your hips rolled over his thick thigh with a whine for more but he used his body to pin you to the wall, unable to move and finish what you started. 

“Is this what you came here for? Because you know I can make you feel good.”

“Yes,” you gasped as you felt every inch of his entire body against yours. But then reality crept in as the throb in your core faded without the friction and you shook your head. “No, stop, I can’t think.”

“Don’t think, just tell me what you need, kitten.”

“The stewards,” you reminded yourself as you pulled your hands free and planted them on his chest. “I have to take you to the stewards, Danny.”

He rocked back on his heels as you pushed against him before he conceded a step back and you could breathe again. Outside of this room he was friendly but inside it he was consuming. 

“You are so bloody confusing,” you muttered as you pulled your skirt back into place.

“How so?” he asked over his shoulder as he unlocked the door.

“You act like you want me some of the time and then…it’s just confusing.”

His hand rested on the doorknob but made no effort to turn it. “I want you all of the time, I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’m only sometimes smart enough to stop myself.”

You crossed the room and opened the door yourself, ignoring the warmth of his skin as you turned the handle he still held. “I wish you would just choose one or the other so I know where I stand. Now let’s go.”

Daniel smirked as you gave him the order to follow and snapped your fingers until he started moving. “Kitty has claws. I like it.”

Round Three - Australia  Everywhere you looked you saw Danny’s face, posters of him were pasted to the walls and giant cut outs of his head were held up in the packed crowd. The support for him was unbelievable and he was riding the high as he swaggered down the fan walk, signing hats and shirts. It was impossible not to watch his bright smile from where you were organising the tv crews into the order of their live time slots. 

The tension between him and the drivers seemed to have eased since you moved roles and they were all getting along once again when they touched down in Melbourne. The same couldn’t be said for you. It was difficult to breathe in the same room as him, or even look him in the eyes when all you could think of was how close your bodies had been, how close your lips had been. 

“What’s your poison?” Danny asked in your ear over the loud music, caging your body between his and the bartop. You could feel his body heat through the thin material of the clubbing dress you wore and leaned back into him as his familiar cologne chased away the scent of stale underground air.

“I heard there was a half decent red, do you have a recommendation?” you teased as you looked at the wine menu and saw his bottle of DR3 among the selection. 

“Think you can handle it? It’s aged to perfection, with a strong, full body, and has a bit of a kick to it too.”

“That’s quite the mouthful,” you replied as you turned to face him, your eyes lingering on his lips. “Why don’t I taste it and find out?”

If you hadn’t been in a nightclub full of people you fooled yourself into thinking he might have given into the temptation to kiss you but he had pulled away, keeping his lips busy with the beer he ordered instead. And for yet another night you returned to your hotel room alone and longing for something you shouldn’t have any interest in.

“After party tonight,” Daniel whispered in passing after reaching the end of the fan walk. He was gone before you could give him a reply but you caught the wink he threw over his shoulder. 

It was a surprise you still had a job considering you did next to nothing as you lost yourself in the race. Daniel had an extraordinary start and took the lead early on, driving defensively to keep Max from stealing it from him. You weren’t the only one in the office fixated on the race as the tv screens were crowded with colleagues and a collective groan rose when Max caught him on a straight.

“Come on, Danny,” you prayed as the laps trickled away and still he was stuck like glue to Max’s rear wing, the rest of the drivers having a race of their own at least 10 seconds behind. “You can do it.”

“He’s waiting for the final DRS zone,” Gianni said from his cubicle next to yours, barely looking up from the report he was writing. “It’s a good strategy, as long as he has some grip left on his tires.”

“What if he doesn’t?”

The technician finally looked up and pushed his glasses up his nose. “Then he’ll be watching the victory lap from the gravel pit at turn three.”

You rose to your feet as the two Red Bull’s passed the start line and the final lap began. The pen you had been chewing on slipped from your trembling fingers as they came out of turn two and Danny’s rear wing opened, the car flying out of Max’s slipstream. 

You couldn’t breathe as they hurtled towards the sharp corner and Danny cut across the front of Max just in time to turn into the apex, the back tires barely keeping the line without swinging out. Then just as the race had begun, Daniel was ahead and fighting to keep it that way until he passed the chequered flag.

An excited scream overpowered your colleague’s more sedate murmurs of praise and you apologised as you sat back into your seat with the widest grin on your face. 

“What channel are you covering?” Gianni asked as he held his hand out for the radio on your hip.

“Four, marshalls and incidents,” you said with a frown. “Why?”

“I’ll cover you, go catch the podium.”

“Are you sure?” you asked as you unclipped the radio and placed it into his hand.

He clipped it to his belt and waved a hand. “Race is over, it’ll be quiet. Run while you can.”

You didn’t have to be told twice as you pushed your chair in and closed your laptop before rushing out of the building just in time to see the cars pulling into the pits. Your screams were lost with the home crowd who proudly chanted Danny’s name as he stood on top of his halo and threw his hands in the air.

Even with the helmet still firmly in place you knew exactly what smile it was he wore beneath it, one that was mirrored by yours. Pride, awe, joy. You wished you could share the moment with him alone but you would have to share it with the mass of people screaming for him. He still hadn’t given you an answer, he still hadn’t chosen you. 

You watched him thrust the trophy high into the air with the anonymity that came with being surrounded by thousands of fans and you felt a single droplet of champagne reach you as he leapt from the podium to turn his bottle on the crowd. For a moment you thought his eyes had lingered where you were but it was impossible to believe he could see you from the stage he celebrated on. 

Slipping from the crowd, you wove your way to the back where you could finally have the space to breathe again before continuing to the exit with the fans whose race didn’t end as well as yours.

Your phone was ringing once again and you watched as it went to voicemail for the third time. You had sent him a congratulatory text when you reached your room and had a shower but after ten minutes of staring at the dress you had chosen for the after party you decided you weren’t going to go. 

If he couldn’t make the choice of where the two of you stood, you were going to make it for him - alone in your underwear with a bottle of wine that was not as good as his.

You were halfway through the bottle when someone knocked at your door and you paused the tv showing a replay of the post-race interviews and podium celebration. You wanted to tell whoever it was to go away but the next knock was harder and it was Danny who told you to open up. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you cracked the door open an inch, but he pushed it wider and stepped inside. 

“Picking you-” his words drifted off and his steps faltered as the door swung closed and he saw what little you wore. “Wow.”

A slow smile spread over his lips as he closed the distance between you, a large hand drifting behind your back to pull you flush against his body. He smelled fresh from the shower he had taken before leaving his room and your face inched closed to his neck where his cologne was strongest.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

Your hands found the only space they could between you and you felt the hard planes of his abs beneath your palms as you tried to push him away. “You’re meant to be at your party. You won your home race, don’t you want to celebrate it?”

“Why do you think I’m here?” he said as he cupped your face and stared into your eyes. “I saw you there. In the crowd.” You swallowed as his smile faded and he licked his lips. “I saw you leave.”

“I’m sor-”

“Shh, I’m sorry,” he murmured as his thumbs stroked your cheeks. “I want you so fucking bad.”

A fine tremor worked its way over you in anticipation, the weeks of tension reaching a breaking point where something had to give. “What’s stopping you?”

“People will talk.”

Your tongue wet your lips before you dared him. “Let them.”

His eyes drifted down your body before he dragged them slowly back up. “They’ll say you’re too young.”

“Age is just a number.” You used his own words against him, the words that had lingered in your mind since he had said them to you the first day you met.

“They’ll say you only got your job because of me.”

A small giggle bubbled up as your fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt. “I’ll show them my degree.”

“You have all the answers, don’t you, kitten?” he smirked.

“No, there’s still one I’m waiting on...”

The moment hung suspended in the air as his brown eyes searched your face for the answer and he swore under his breath. “Fuck ‘em all. You’re mine.”

His kiss was everything you imagined it would be. Dominant, overpowering, consuming. It was a riptide pulling you to sea and the only way to survive was to relax and let it take you, no matter where it led.

So you did.

Your fingers tore through his buttons and shoved the shirt off his shoulders as you broke the kiss with the desperate need for air and instead pressed your lips to the inked letters on his collar, of love and life.

“Bad things?” you asked as you peered up from beneath your lashes.

He chuckled as he reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, brushing the straps off your shoulders. His hot breath teased your nipple before his mouth sealed around it and you gasped at the tight sensation that shot straight to your core.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he promised as he grabbed your ass and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Very, very bad things.”

“Tell me,” you begged as he pressed you to the walls, grinding his hips into yours. He nipped your bottom lip and smirked as you rolled your hips in response. “Show me.”

“My innocent, little kitten,” he tutted as his hand wrapped lightly around your throat and your eyes fluttered shut with the small squeeze he gave. “I’ll show you everything, all in good time. Tonight, I want to taste you on my tongue when I make you come. Tonight, I want to hear my name on those lips. Tonight, I want to see just how many times you can come undone before I even fuck you.”

He leaned in closer and you shivered as he breathed in your ear while his fingers brushed aside your panties and you moaned as one teased your ass. “Tomorrow, this is mine.”

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The Rare Bookseller and the Vampire Auction: Masterlist

The story of Oliver, a seller of rare books who is kidnapped and sold at a high-end auction for vampires to purchase thralls.

18+. Contains vampires, mind control, hypnotic inductions, captivity / gilded cage, blood drinking, abuse, violence, torture, Stockholm syndrome, slavery / human auction, psychological whump.

1. Alexander's Warning

2. Oliver's Kidnapping

3. Oliver's Car Ride

4. Oliver's Exam

5. Oliver's Shower

6. Oliver's Cell

7. Oliver's Neighbors

8. Joe's Story

9. Oliver's Anticipation

10. Oliver's Conditioning

11. Emily's Despair

12. Oliver's Grade

13. Oliver's Fears

14. Lily's Hard Work

15. Emily's Last Meal

16. Emily's Defiance

17. Oliver's Long Shot

18. Oliver's Fancy Dress

19. Oliver's Price Tag

20. Alexander's Temptation

21. Jameson's Threat

22. Oliver's Auction

23. Alexander's Purchase

24. Alexander's Troubles

25. Fitz's Magic Show

26. Lily's Favorite Thrall

27. Oliver's Delivery

28. Fitz's Capture

29. Oliver's Welcome

30. Alexander's Rules

31. Fitz's Showtime

32. Oliver's New Life

33. Alexander's Feeding

34. Fitz's Curtain Call

35. Oliver's Walk

36. Alexander's Desire

37. Alexander's Housekeeper

38. Alexander's Sire

39. Fitz's Rose

40. The Maestro's Mark

41. Alexander's Mark

42. Fitz's Cold Comfort

43. Katherine's Advice

44. Alexander's Vain Hope

45. Fitz's Reflection

46. Oliver's Ballet

47. The Maestro's Diversion

48. Fitz's Charms

49. Alexander's Task

50. Frank's Mistake

51. Oliver's Anticipation

52. The Maestro's Correction

53. Fitz's Terrible Idea

54. Alexander's Tutor

55. Lily's Illusion

56. Jessica's Soiree

57. Fitz's Dance

58. Edgar's Pocket Watch

59. Jenny's Rescue

60. Fitz's Arrival

61. Fitz's Insecurity

62. Vivian's Blood

63. Alexander's Contentment

64. Alexander's Plan

65. Alexander's Lesson

66. Fitz's Fire

67. Fitz's Last Show

68. Oliver's Speakeasy

69. Emily's Lady

70. Alexander's Punishment

71. Alexander's Appreciation

72. Alexander's Resolve

73. Emily's Safehouse

74. Fitz's Metronome

75. Vivian's Gambit

76. Oliver's Rescue

77. Alexander's Grave

78. Oliver's Awakening

79. Oliver's Questions

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Adrastus’ Timely Trance

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cw: hypnosis, induction, implied kidnapping

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“Mmm-! Mmmngh! Myyy!” You drawled, clawing lazily in front of you.

Your watch.

Your watch.

The pocket watch passed down for generations of your family until it landed in your hold, dancing about the fingers of a stranger by its cord. Swinging, curling up and over their skin it twirled, as they studied it with a sly grin. 

You-

Who-

“Oh, hello!” The figure chirped from a few feet further, flashing you a fang toothed smile. “I see you’ve woken up a bit, haven’t you?”

Carefully tilting your head just a tad, like that of a confused puppy, you could clearly tell the sensations of a strained expression on your face. 

You didn’t… where…?

You were… walking home. The memory floated up through the fog, still hazy but there. That was right. Were you not? You’d just gotten off work, a long and grueling shift, impatient to leave. But everything else was mixed up in your mind and dreadfully fuzzy, blurred out by the heaviness of something spinning you in circles.

As you stole a moment to sluggishly digest your surroundings, you were, an obvious fact, not walking home any longer. Inside a lavish home you appeared, tool of a dress puffing extravagantly from your midsection and hands smeared with nail polish. Your face itched horridly, the sensation of caked on makeup apparent even in your daze. Even with your brain coated by thick clouds, your heart pounded violently inside your chest.

Where were you, where were you, where were you-

“You want it back?” The stranger cooed, stealing your attention once again and gesturing to your property still dangling between their hands, condescension dripping from their voice. You nearly scoffed, stopped only by the cumbersome nature of your tongue that simply flopped over your lips. “I mean, I can see why. A very pretty thing, it is. Why don’t you take a closer look.”

You couldn’t help but turn your gaze right to it as they shoved the pocket watch to your level, sticking there and watching with intense focus as the magnificent clock of yours swung back and forth with its glittering glass. You didn’t know why you obeyed, why you couldn’t stop when all you wanted to do was figure out what exactly was going on. Alas, you continued your staring.

Back and forth it went, again and again.

Back and forth…

Back… and forth…

Back… and… and forth…

“Back and forth, now. Back…” They paused, the object slowing in time, twisting and capturing your full attention with an iron hold, before falling swiftly back into rhythm. “And forth.”

Yes. Back and forth. Against all inhibitions it felt no short of magical to follow the watch like they instructed, eyes glazing over glassy. You failed to realize the string of a pleasant smile creeping it’s way over your cheeks, and the manner of which your head was slowly sinking into your chest. A bead of juicy drool dribbled down your chin.

“Getting sleepy, aren’t you? Doesn’t it make you so very sleepy?” A stretched yawn stirred from the back of your mouth, straining your jaw and purring inside your head. “That’s right, love. So tired. Just keep watching, allowing the drowsiness to inch right over you with peaceful submission.”

You did just as they commanded without a question, body melting into a group of pillows conveniently already piled up below you. “Back… and… forthhh…” you slurred, head drowning in pleasant slurry of comfort.

It was becoming increasingly hard to think. Even more difficult to make the attempt, anything other than simply ogling the watch almost impossible.

“Yes, good, good. Sleepy, sleepy. Just dozing off so nicely.” The clock dipped in air, skipping through time as your eyelids opened and closed continuously with the heavy call of sleep.

“Sleepyy…” The churn of fear in your belly disintegrated to dust as they pressed a hand to your outstretched leg, beginning circular motions of bliss with a soft thumb. A small moan of bliss curled from your lips, causing the magical stranger to giggle.

“Back and forth. Back… and forth.” They repeated.

No longer could you recall how you’d come to such a delightful situation. Somehow, you simply ended up across from this smooth voiced stranger, and that was that. Even so, you knew you had to leave. To get back to your responsibilities, to your stressful life.

But…

“Stay a while, darling. Just watch the pretty little clock of yours, swinging back and forth. Back and forth until your tiny mind is too far gone and mushy to understand what I’m saying.”

You nodded, still fixed on the watch. You couldn’t really have processed what they had said, too intertwined in the trance of the clock, as captivating and alluring it was. You never wanted to look away.

“Back and forth. Back… and forth.”

Of course you wanted to stay. You could barely even consider the act of leaving.

You would gladly follow their accord as long as they would allow you to continue trailing after the beloved clock of yours, falling deeper and deeper into heavenly enthrallment until they again decided to wake you and repeat the whole sequence all over.

Surely next time you’d be even easier to ensorcel.

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[suehypno]

That delicious moment when their eyes start to studder. You can tell the suggestions are starting to sink in and their unconscious mind is starting to emerge whenever those eyes pause in that far-away gaze.

Tranced From a Pocket Watch

In this short clip she's slowly tranced with a pocket watch.

[cleverusername01]

just heard back from the studio that they won’t make incomplete unless i agree to have chris pratt voice the lead. yeah incomplete my animated children’s movie about the magical world of Peano Arithmetic whos inhabitants are the sentences of that language. yeah they want him to voice G, better known as Gödel’s sentence, which he constructed in his proof of the incompleteness of that system, our clever starry eyed protagonist who seems to be able to prove any sentence but himself. which is of course troublesome because everyone in that world wants to be allowed into the elite metropolis of “Tarski’s Truth Set” into which entry is only granted to those who have proven their own veracity. yeah so the inciting incident occurs when G discovers his own undecidability, which causes mass panic and chaos throughout Peano Arithmetic. they wanna put james corden in it too! yeah as G’s best friend and bumbling sidekick, the trivially refutable 1 = 2. no i actually dont have a problem with the names they threw out for the love interest, a reasonably complicated but ultimately provable sentence who draws a line over her equals sign every morning because she finds Tarski too stuffy and prefers to live in “The Complement”, their name for the areas outside of Tarski, they mentioned sarah silverman who wouldnt have been my first choice but yeah i think she could probably pull it off. they also wanna do sir ian mckellen for the axioms, yeah the antagonists of the film who rule over and maintain the strict hierarchies of their world and who upon learning about G’s undecidability seek to induct not G, G’s negation and rival who, yeah would also be voiced by chris pratt, yeah i know, among their ranks to make G trivially refutable. no i mean i love sir ian mckellen dont get me wrong its just like, its an awful lot of characters for one guy to play i just dont know if he has enough voices in his back pocket to make them all feel distinct. yeah especially the axiom of induction who gets a whole subplot about his inferiority complex over being in a distinct group from all the other arithmetic axioms. oh good question, yeah all the axioms have to be voiced by the same person so that said person can play Peano in the climax, a lego movie-esque talk to god scene in which G watches Peano scold Gödel for ruining his beautiful formalization of arithmetic, and Gödel explains that it really just enriches our understanding of mathematics to see the incompleteness of the system. this scene is also where G learns that he actually is true, even though that fact cannot be shown within the confines of his world. yeah that does mean that they’re gonna have chris pratt play kurt gödel. no man i know it fucking sucks but they wont make it otherwise. oh yeah and modus ponens is gonna be disney’s first openly gay character.

[hypnogirlgifs]

From watching the pretty pendant to becoming the hypnotists plaything

[yggdrasilhypno]

Hello all! My name is Daniel, and this is a simple introductory message to all of what to expect from me here.

I’m a 5+ year veteran of erotic hypnosis with experiences with both sides of the hypnotic spectrum, whether it be as a subject or hypnotist, though i prefer the latter.

This page is going to be less of a collection of well placed discussions of hypnosis and more of my rambles and general thoughts on different subjects, whether they be me simply venting or writing full inductions or scripts.

My main interests in hypnosis include:

-Spirals

-Pendulums/Pocket Watches

-Memory/IQ Play

-Dumbification

-General hypnotic control

-Body control

-Feet

-Cocknosis

-Covert

-Defeat/Loss

-Brainwashing

-Gaslighting

-CNC

-Musk

-Eye contact

-The word thrall

-And more!

DNI:

-The words daddy/master

-Any blog 18 or under.

-r3pe/petplay/detrans blogs

-sissy blogs

-ageless blogs

IF YOU ARE AGELESS IN YOUR BIO YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Don’t be nervous to message me or ask any questions, I’m always up for nice discussions about the topic and sessions themselves!

Thank you for reading and have a lovely day!

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Next, Please.

4. first day on the job

Warnings: None

WC: 1066

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"Okay, so, since you've all had inductions and have your tags, we'll pair you up with someone to train for your shift." Chan explains to the group of ten new staff members, Jisung among them. Fidgeting with the sleeve of his hoodie, he feigns attentiveness as he glances around the P&C office.

It's relatively small, one wall lined with a desk long enough to act as two desks, both holding computers with various other things on the desk which are personal to the people who work in this area of the store. One of the desks is taken up by a woman with bobbed black hair and a fringe who is focused on making sure that everyone's information is up to date and finalised. Next to the desks to the end of that side of the room is taken up by filing cabinets which he had watched the bobbed-haired woman open and close multiple times to take out contracts and put in copies of people's personal information.

Across from the desks is the large conference table that Han and the other 9 newbies are sat at. The table itself can hold at least 12 people, so the table looks pretty empty. Han glances to the side of him, briefly acknowledging the younger girl who looks to be around 16 who looks pretty nervous. He doesn't blame her one bit seeing as it's probably her first job. To his right is another young woman who looks to be closer to his age, though she looks quite calm. Settled, almost.

Chan, stood leaning slightly against the unoccupied desk, turns his head to the woman with the bob, "Hey, Momo, do you have them?"

The woman, now understood to be Momo, gives him a nod and reaches over to a thin file, opening it and handing him the contents, "There you go." With a grateful smile, he takes the papers enclosed and begins to hand them out. When Han receives his, he glances over it. At the top of the paper is his name, underneath being his 8 digit "username" to log into the tills with. Beneath that is his temporary password for when he first logs into the till, and beneath that is a final string of numbers which is his clock in number. After that is a series of dates followed by times, these being his shifts for the next two weeks whilst he is not on the main rota.

The group is then led to the clock in machine just outside of the rota board and the changing rooms as Chan teaches them how to clock in. Han is the last to do so, nervously punching in the number, confirming this was him clocking in, and watching as it shows a green tick to confirm he has clocked in.

Han watches as the group is paired off with other members of staff who look far more experienced. He vaguely recognises Jeongin among the group as well as Dahyun who he has known for many years thanks to Seungmin. She gives him a bright smile and a small wave, which he gratefully reciprocates with his own smile as he untenses his shoulders. However, his heart sinks when he sees her get paired up with the tense girl from before. Finally, it gets to the last person.

"And, Han, you'll be with Y/n. She's one of our best, so you're in good hands." Chan smiles before turning to Y/n, "Don't be afraid to be hard on him, yeah? He's a real pain in the ass."

Y/n doesn't laugh, only giving a small nod of recognition to his joke, "No worries."

Chan's smile is injected with a hint of dejection as he nods to the two and walks away. Han looks at her, clearing his throat. "Uh, it's nice to meet you, Y/n. I'm Han Jisung."

Y/n glances at him, giving him a small scan with her eyes before she shoves her hands into her pockets and begins walking to the door that leads to the shop floor. "Come on, let's get you trained."

Han's shoulders slump for a moment before he straightens up. 'So, this is what Hyunjin and Felix meant.' He follows her to the escalators, watching her as she glances around the shop floor. He does the same, recognising Dahyun and the girl from before already working on a table of knitted sweaters that are strewn around and folded. She's walking her through how to fold the jumpers so that they look fresh out of the boxes.

That being said, he notices a lot of people with industrial trolleys that are filled with boxes.

"Is today a delivery day or something?" Han asks Y/n as they step off of the escalator.

They pass by someone who is actively placing t-shirts onto a table, "Yeah, we got a delivery this morning so we've got people filling as much as possible until 1 when they close the stock rooms and have people zone."

Han feels like he's been hit with too much jargon, "I... filling? Zone?"

Y/n glances at him with a slightly raised eyebrow. 'This is the most emotion I've seen on her face.' "Have you ever worked in retail before?"

"Uh... no, not really. I had a food service job when I was 16 but I quit after, like, 4 months."

Y/n scoffs, "Right. Well, filling is just the term used for unboxing things and putting them out onto the shop floor. Zoning is the term used for when someone tidies a specific department."

"Oh. Right..."

Y/n gives him another once over, recognising his slight look of embarrassment. "...Hey, don't worry about it. You're new to this, it's natural to not know everything."

"Have you been here for a long time?" Han asks, making her tense as they reach the tills.

"Yeah," She opens the barrier for him, letting him walk through before she follows, letting it fall closed behind them. Approaching one of the tills, she punches in her username and password like it's nothing and turns to face him, "You're gonna shadow me for 30 minutes, okay? You watch what I do and I'll explain things as we go along. After that, we'll see if you feel confident enough to serve customers on your own."

"Got it." Han grins and gives her a salute, making her turn around with another raised eyebrow.

"Next, please!"

Author's note: MEET CUTE GUYS MEET CUTE ALERT

Taglist: @estella-novella @strrykais @odetteskies

[thelastmesmerist]

Trancetober Inductions

Since it's the start of Trancetober, here is a compilation of seasonal pocket watch inductions!

[2-lines-and-a-circle]

Simple days

Notes: Just simple little scenarios I wrote that probably won’t get finished. Character x reader, includes all the boys from twisted wonderland, gn reader, relationships vary

Riddle Rosehearts:

Tapping on the door of the marvelous Riddle Rosehearts you made sure to show off your test results. After studying with Riddle for the past two days you had finally gotten a rather fair score on your test retake. If not for the help of Riddle you surely would have been at the mercy of Crewel’s strict study sessions. When you showed off your hard work to the dorm leader you were shocked to hear small words of praise. It wasn’t much, but hearing “You did a good job” was rather pleasant.

Ace Trappola:

Holding onto your origami paper you showed off your talent to Ace as he watched you fold the red paper. There you shaped the square into a heart, tucking it into his shirt pocket you instructed him to keep track of it. That had been a week ago, when you were searching for Ace, you were shocked to see it still tucked into his pocket. At first you assumed it was because he had forgotten about it. When asked about the heart, a soft glow of pink tinted his face, turns out he kept it like you asked.

Deuce Spade:

Glancing over at Deuce, you watched him set off onto the track as he ran over and over again. There he was trying his best to win, not just for himself, but for NRC. Holding onto your phone as you recorded the match you made sure not to miss a moment. Getting to the end of the match you saw how bright Deuce’s face turned out to be as he realized he won. The smile was so dazzling, just looking at it filled you with joy. You finally realized this was what people mean when sometimes seeing another’s smile will bring one to you as well.

Trey Clover:

Reaching out for a red water pail you searched the bed of the strawberries. Today was watering day and it just so happened to be the day Rook was off duty. So, in order to fill out an empty spot you were inducted to his position. It wasn’t all too bad though; you did get to see something rather unusual. Right to your left was Trey who had been so focused on watering his plants he tripped and set off the sprinklers. As of now Trey was soaking in the water as you let out a chuckle. Offering a hand to help him you were instead greeted by the ground as he pulled you to him. Never again were you going to fill in this position.

Cater Diamond:

Throughout the morning sun you could see absolutely nothing, you had broken your glasses last night. Being the broke fool, there was no backup plan other than to fix it yourself. While you could make out blobs of color an orange one came to you, only when it spoke did you discover it was Cater. Explaining to him your situation, he took hold of your hand to guide you to his dependable first year. Saying he couldn’t let a fellow classmate stay this way would be wrong. Or maybe he was fed up with you asking him what was on the board.

Leona Kingscholar:

Holding on close to Leona you laid your head onto his chest as his breathing slowly moved up and down. In the warmth of the bed the two of you watched the sun fade into night. It wasn’t anything special, but the simplicity of everything gave you comfort. A simile formed as you watched the sleepy lion drift off into his dreamworld.

Ruggie Bucchi:

The sky had been a scarlet red as it stretched across to cover the entire school. In the hands of Ruggie was a bouquet of carnations which he picked specially for you. A tint of shyness crept across your face as you made your way to him. Reaching out to caress Ruggie’s face you smiled back at him in thanks for the flowers. Following his bright smile was a rusty red color along his neck as you left a small kiss mark.

Jack Howl:

Cuddling in close to Jack you traced his outline over his clothes as the two of you slumped into the soft bed. Feeling Jack’s hands comb throughout your hair sent shivers down your spine. Looking up at him you saw that you did the same to him as he felt your electric touch. In the heat of the moment, you propped your head up to ask Jack for a kiss.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Feeling the smooth touch of Azul’s hair in between your fingers as he finished on the last piece of paperwork was a sin. You were well aware he had been struggling on this piece of paper for hours on end, yet you hadn’t caved into his troubles. Azul on the other hand, constantly fought the urge to push you away to get everything done, but he couldn’t. Just this one time he thought to himself as he indulged in your little mischief.

Jade Leech:

The current of the river had carried you and Jade far off course. Although the two of you were following the closeness of the map, nothing seemed to work. Where it said to go right the two of you ended up on the path of the left side. Looking down the river there seemed to be a growing worry inside of you. Well, the reason, there was a waterfall heading up and instead of swimming away, Jade swam towards it. Holding on tight to his eel form you prayed for the best for the two of you on your wild ride.

Floyd Leech:

Playing with his dark blue streak of hair you started to braid the last bit of it together. Whipping out a shrimp hair clip you attached it neatly along the ends of Floyd’s hair. Oh, it didn’t just stop there either, you had plenty more to add to his hair. As you messed around with Floyd’s hair, he sat there in the reflection excited to see what was going to be next. Could it be a shell clip or perhaps it was going to be a cherry patterned ribbon. Whatever it was Floyd wasn’t going to leave halfway, he wouldn’t let you know, but there was a real reason he sat there. Truth is, he enjoyed seeing your face contort into the many different facial expressions you made as you arranged his hair. There was nothing more interesting than seeing you.

Kalim Al Asim:

Staring at a bed of pure white hair you had been wondering if Kalim noticed anything strange. There on the side of his head were several strands of hair that flipped up and away. Of course, you weren’t going to relay this information to the unknowing otter, it would be too boring that way. So, when Jamil finally came to visit class and noticed you enjoyed the little scene which played out. At least you did till Jamil noticed you.

Jamil Viper:

Whipping out your notebook you presented to Jamil your recent gameplan. NRC was mediocre when it played basketball, which never quite sat well with you. So, it was about time you became manager to help them rise to above mediocre. You weren’t blind though, you knew the major faults of the team, but you still wanted to push them a little. Handing off your notebook to Jamil you showed off new sets of gameplays to try out. There was one for every possible scenario you could think of. Looking at it closely Jamil studied everything word by word. However, at the end of the day the two of you both knew it was nearly impossible to get the team together. Still, you enjoyed the time you spent talking with Jamil, maybe even a little bit more than your love of basketball.

Vil Schoenheit:

Shifting your feet to a faster pace it wouldn’t be a lie to say you were struggling to keep up with Vil. The hallway was as crowded as ever, which was to be expected as everyone rushed to the cafeteria. Looking down onto Vil’s hand you took a hold of it, saying it was to prevent each other from getting lost. Despite giving a small scoff to your remark, Vil interlaced his hands with yours.

Rook Hunt:

Shooting a heart arrow at Rook you made your attempt to shoot him as your role happened to be the hunter. With just the slight tip of your arrow Rook immediately fell to the floor crying out in pain and spilling out fake blood. It was far more than what you had signed up for. Yet, the sight of such unusuality caused you to let out a chuckle a t the boy who had been playing dead.

Epel Felmeir:

Epel’s fingers skillfully moved across the apple to peel away at the skin. Then, taking hold of the knife he started to cut away at the shape. You watched in awe as the apple quickly transformed into the shape of a mirror. Once he was done Epel proudly handed it to you, but when you did touch it, the magic seemed to fade. Since you only ever saw such work in photos you didn’t expect the results to be sticky with apple juices. Some of it even started to drip down to Epel’s elbows. Before you could even grab a napkin Vil came into view with a look of distaste towards the situation.

Idia Shroud:

Shuffling a bit closer to the Shroud brother you whispered over to him if you could switch places. Taking a quick glance at you he immediately shifted his entire body to the other side of the room. Although, it was nice of Idia to move, he didn’t need to shift his whole being. Stepping closer to Idia you made an attempt to explain you just didn’t want to be near the window. After explaining for the second time, Idia came back to exchange seats with you once more.

Ortho Shroud:

Following Ortho, the two of you skipped down to Idia’s room, today was a big day for him. Well, maybe not for Idia, but it was an important meeting day for the dorm leaders. This was an absolutely mandatory meeting which discussed an upcoming festival the school hosted. When you and Ortho entered the room the two of you quickly made work of Idia’s surprise. With the two of you carrying Idia out of the room in a hurry you ran into the meeting covered in sweat. After delivering Idia you and Ortho slumped down to boast about your accomplishment.

Malleus Draconia:

Carefully walking forward, you made an attempt to give a surprise hug to Malleus, which ended up in dismay. Malleus was well aware of you before you could even touch him. In that instant he turned around to give you a big hug. Once he released you from his touch, it was time to try again. In your quick movement you gave Malleus a tight hug of your own. A little surprising as he had just given you one, but the boy wasn’t complaining at all.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Delivering a pat to Lilia’s head you made a comment about how cute his hair was, in fact you wanted it too. Taking this chance, he rushed you into Diasomnia’s lounge, where he made his barber shop. Pulling out his hair dye he smoothed it randomly across your hair. Finishing up the last bits of your hair dye you waited in excitement for the results, but to your surprise it didn’t look like Lilia’s at all. Instead of simple pink streaks, there were blue, green, and white all throughout your hair. Lilia claimed it was to enhance your adorable features.

Sebek Zigvolt:

Marching over to Sebek you peered into his face as you gave a mischievous smile. A confused look crossed his face as he wasn’t sure as to what you had planned. The truth is, you wanted to see Sebek’s face as you felt a little lonely without him beside you. Smiling to yourself you told him just that as it slipped out of your mouth. Sebek was caught off guard by your blunt remark, through his embarrassment he made sure to tell you the same. Turns out you both were a little lonely.

Silver:

Stumbling onto the floor of Silver’s room you stared up at the ceiling as Silver stared down onto you. Today you were enjoying the comfort of the floor because for some odd reason it always felt more comfortable down there. Sitting down near you Silver too started to lower his back to see if it was true or not. Shifting to face Silver, you expected him to have been asleep given how silent he was. This couldn’t have been further from the truth. A pair of aurora-colored eyes stared back at you with a relaxed smile across his face. It was such a small action, but it caused your heart to leap out of your chest. Silver reached out to touch your hair, saying you were correct, it really did feel comfortable to lay here with you.

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

A request by @Ithegingy

It is May 5, 2024 excellent I think checking my Time Machine enable watch mechanism glows on the screen then vanishing from my sight.

Today is his birthday perfect just as planned I tap the screen watching the device fall off of my wrist forming a box in the palm of my hand.

I glee with excitement throwing the ball on to the fully carpet covered room the impact of it hitting the ground erupts in a mid bright light.

Stepping in to the fray he is deeply in heavy slumber after a long day on set so I take my time bidding it I walk to the closet opening it to view.

Getting a gander of the geekiness around him leaves me both perplex and in total type of judgement but I can see he does love tee shirts and jeans.

He loves to build sets, gaming computer but he is still vain I can see the painting he has obviously commissioned of himself prior to my arrival.

The plan is quite simple to actually with

very little effort deeply probe his brain in array of laser colors that maps the brains waves stimulating it in hypnosis waves.

Anyway! I slowly creep on to the bed slowly slipping past him holding the head board I raise myself up and dig in my pockets for the device.

Retrieving it a tiny circular device placing it on to the wall, I press the button let’s blare

a light scanning the room three more exact copies lays on the other three walls.

All four devices radiate light over entirety

of the massive master bedroom bouncing multiple colors schemes the commencing

the brainwashing.

I click the side of my watch then turn it to the side transforming him from the room as he switches him with an entirely new entity into the room.

The man stood in the dark watch the beam of light washes on to his face from all sides of the room and the figure moves a closer to the edge of the board.

In a matter of ten minutes Henry who is half asleep at this point feeling something is off tries to wake up fighting off every urge to

drift back asleep.

Above his bed from a ceiling remote flew in to the figures hands as he smirked with evil intent and he enjoys true power exchange like no other in history.

He excitedly presses the giant red button that is marked induction instinctively his press gets harder as it is layered with a pleasure point.

Reaching the optimal level the devices flip off the wall landing on Henry’s head like a helmet forming in resistance or his fatal retaliation.

The helmet projects a unique screen in a map scenario detailing his brain from top

to stem revealing how it works he checks out remote once more.

Pressing a second button marked dreamy without a thought Henry drops a million times deeper from a garden picnic a hole opens swallowing him whole.

Descending down from the sky a portal is opening falling through his nerdy side of his brain show cases with binary code I created on the wall.

He is left absolutely mouth agape in his and only his poor dark mind adrift with every set of memories he has ever experienced play on autopilot a thousand times over.

Meanwhile! The world past his domain can sense his own self destruction finding his way through the interface he arrives on the main page.

A few more buttons a photo copy appears of Henry Cavill showing how his beautiful masculine features sculpted to perfection some would say.

Name written in it’s officially changed to his bitchy highness Pretty Pussy Boi to his own hysterics it is truly funny for life because he controls him now.

Robotic arms pop from the device feeling him over ripping his clothes from his body then his underwear and seething in pain, pleasure and torture.

His body leaps up sitting on the pillow that is propped up from behind his back he lays on it with a smirk he rolls his eyes up in to his socket.

His eyelids close causing his body senses to go in to overdrive titalating all of his nerves as they send viscous fiery ramps of energy up his spine.

His body shook with his convulsions his cute cock is breaking out springing to life it point to the shy and cums incessantly shooting spurts.

The cum loads on to him each touch causes him an amount exhilarating excruciating pain to no end his body convulses so much more now.

He knew rolling on to his right side, left side back and forth some invisible figure pumps in to him as it humps him harder with even more energy.

The young man climbs on top of him spread on to him his hands touch every crevice of his body in to his hole, on his skin and he is now owned for life.

“Reprogram…reprogram…reprogramming is in processing.”

“Remapping him on your command.”

“Initiate project pussy boi”

“Searching…searching “

“Automatic induction “

“Entering subspace”

“Pleasure principles”

“Body is in bloom”

“Watch the cock “

“It’s sprinting I can see it “

“On your command he will cum”

“CUM”

“Hahahaha “

“Listen to me Henry “

“You are rock hard…I can see it in your pants “

“You can sense it”

“Rock hard…yes”

“You love to be rock hard”

“Permanently hard “

“The cock protrudes always”

“Constantly cumming”

“A never ending “

“Wishing to be touched”

“Need to fuck”

“I want someone to fuck”

“Jump him, fuck him uuuuhhhh”

“So hard as fuck”

“FUCK!”

“PLEASE!”

“Mmmmnnnnnn”

“Activate Pussy Bitch”

“Oh! yes Master FUCK!”

“I NEED YOU”

“FUCK YOU”

“Oooooohhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhh”

“Yes yes yes yyyyeeeeessssssss”

“Pussy Bitch rip me apart “

“Cant think”

“Only fuck”

“Made to fuck”

“Yyyyyeeeeesssssssssssss”

He leaps off the bed on to his new master in heat he stares him down then proceeds to kiss him.

His hands hasty in action begin ripping off his clothes leaving them in shreds his hand forms a palm.

Slipping one finger in at a time hearing his master moan the other hand goes in ready to fist him.

A hour goes by he can’t control himself any longer flicking off his underpants and slip in to his owner’s ass.

“Oh GOD! I can’t keep it in any longer”

“Oh oh oh! Aaaaahhhhhh”

“I am pussy bitch for Master”

The end

[subliminalbo]

Introducing: the Subliminalbo Scale for Rating Mind Control In Media

I've been wanting to write analyses of various mind control scenes for a while now. It's actually something that I've done in the past, I'm just not that great at framing for it. A lot of these scenes are really influential for the stuff that I write though, and I love talking about writing and the reason people make certain choices.

So, I decided to give my series on mind control in media a framing device: The Subliminalbo Scale. Right now it's a work in progress, but currently it's a weighted average of three major criteria rated on a scale of 1 to 5. If anyone can think of more criteria that's essential to good mind control, let me know, but these three are what jumped out to me immediately.

Hotness: How sexy is the scene? Is it deliberately sexy or unintentional? Here I also consider, if the scene isn't sexy at all, if there are any major turnoffs inherent to the scenario.

Context: This one is a bit more intangible, but the biggest consideration is how well the scenario is established. Are we talking mind control that comes out of nowhere and serves little purpose to the plot, or something that's been set up early to payoff later?

Creativity: This one is self-explanatory, but how original is the scenario? Are we talking a paint-by-numbers swinging pocket watch induction or something really unique?

The criteria are weighted:

Hotness x .5

Context x .3

Creativity x .1

With hotness having largest overall impact on the rating and creativity having the lowest. Some quick scores that I mocked up:

Ghostbusters

Ho: 5

Co: 5

Cr: 3

Final: 4.78

Prince of Darkness

Ho: 2

Co: 4

Cr: 3

Final: 2.78

Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door

Ho: 2

Co: 5

Cr: 2

Final: 3

Truthfully I'm on the fence about whether hotness is the most important criteria, but for the purposes of this circle I feel like it is. Anyway, I'm open to thoughts.

I am such a ridiculous person

[oliversrarebooks]

The ticking of a clock has always been one of the things that help pull me asleep at night. If I was weak to the other vampires.... Damn, Edgar and his pocket watch would have me hypnotized in less than then a minute.

A good ol' pocket watch induction is a classic for a reason.

[swarmingbats]

Releasing the Reins

A little microfic inspired by @sex-obsessed-lesbian's twitter prompt 'trancing someone as a submissive act (/being tranced as a dominant one).'

Enjoy!

. . .

“Oh really?”

Becca’s eyes lit up with glee as the weeks of dropping hints and subtle suggestions were finally paying off.

“Really. You have been working so hard, I can see that you need a break. Plus, you keep telling me that I’m just too submissive to hypnotize you. That I’m too much of a ‘bottom.’ Well, I’m gonna prove you wrong!”

Cy’s bratty tone of defiance was always such a delight to Becca’s ears. Becca hovered her hand before them, thumb resting against the pad of her middle finger, threatening to snap. Cy flinched.

“I stand by my claims. Still, I suppose it would only be fair to let you try. You’ve been to so many cons and you’ve been under enough times, I’m sure you’ve figured out how it works… Do you really think you are up to the task? You know how few people I’ve let inside my head.”

Cy puffed their cheeks and nodded.

“I want to help you, Becca. Let me show you just a fraction of how you make me feel. I want to try.”

Becca clicked her tongue, feigning skepticism. 

“Think of it as our nightly ritual. Except, this time, my servitude is putting you under.”

She knew that Cy could not act without her explicit command, and they were staring up at Becca with pleading eyes from their position on the floor.

“Alright, Cy. You seek my approval and you want to help me relax. Those are not instincts I should fight against. Rally that empty little head of yours and hypnotize me.”

Cy practically bounced with excitement, jumping up to her feet and standing upright.

“Thank you, Mistress. Um… Well, you’re already all comfy in that chair so just take a deep breath in, and slowly let it out.”

Becca followed the instructions without resistance. It was an induction she was very familiar with. She wrote it in Cy’s head, after all. 

She watched as Cy removed something from one of their pockets. They held it in their palm and let it drop before Becca’s eyes. It was an amethyst crystal attached to a gold chain and the light reflected distractingly off of each and every facet.

Cy held it so that the crystal was above Becca’s line of sight, forcing her eyes to look up to see the crystal. It was a position that would eventually make a person’s eyelids tired, a perfect primer to drop someone into trance.

“Watch the crystal, Mistress. Follow it as it swings back and forth across your eyes.”

Becca was impressed. With their tendency toward natural hypnotic amnesia, she did not expect Cy to have such perfect recollection of the script Becca placed in their head.

She followed the crystal back and forth as she thought on her weeks spent programming Cy. She knew that the natural brat would take the bait of challenge immediately. Their instinctive pull to resist everything Becca said was easy to twist.

Cy’s words became muffled as she followed the twinkling amethyst, her eyes beginning to lag ever so slightly behind each swing. If Cy was paying attention, they would notice the subtle change in Becca’s eyes and move to the next step.

Cy spoke more muted words that Becca was too sleepy to decipher. She really did need to relax. She was tired and stressed, she needed a break. 

More than anything, she needed to drop into trance.

Her eyelids fluttered ever so slightly, fully unable to keep up with the crystal any longer.

“Sleep, Mistress. Fall for me.”

Trance felt like a long lost memory to Becca. It had been so long since she had let someone else have sway over her mind. She had been hurt too many times. 

But, She trusted Cy. She loved Cy. 

That was why she trained her toy to hypnotize her. This was what she wanted.

Becca was still in control, even if she fell into trance. She held Cy’s reins and that was a comforting feeling.

She started to slip and as she did, she realized that it would still be okay if she lost control. If it was Cy in her head, everything would be alright.

It was this final acceptance that allowed her tired and weak eyes to shut, and her body to fall limp against the chair.

“Good, Mistress. Let the warmth of trance envelop you. You are safe.”

Her consciousness floated away from her body, lost in a sea of deep relaxation.

“I wanted nothing more than to make you feel at peace, Mistress. Now, I want to show you how good a tongue feels against your pussy when you are so far gone like this. Can I service you further, Mistress? Please say yes.”

There was a brief flash of fear in Becca’s gut, her face showing brief concern. She was still afraid, but Cy’s comforting words bounced around her skull.

‘You are safe.’

She wanted this. This was the script.

Her voice came out in sleepy tones, lingering on syllables and slurring words together.

“Yes. Good toy, Cy.”

“Thank you, Mistress!” 

The smile on Cy’s face was audible in her voice. Becca felt fingers and hands up her legs, lips kissing up her thighs. They were like electric bliss. She felt Cy remove her underwear from under her skirt, exposing her to the cool air.

Becca could no longer hold on to the reins when Cy’s lips and tongue met with her pussy. 

She released her hold on control and fell into the ecstasy that her submissive was providing.

.    .    .

“And 3, awake. Floating for as long as you need to.”

Becca’s eyes fluttered open, immediately aware of the cold damp spot on her skirt. The gears in her head started to whir back into life, catching up on the situation.

“Mm. Hi, Cy. How long was I out?”

Cy smiled up at her and showed Becca a timer on their phone. It read twenty minutes and some seconds in change. It was exactly according to the script and Becca breathed a sigh of relief.

“How did I do, Mistress?”

Becca stretched her arms out and straightened her back, working the last bit of sleepy trance out of her muscles.

“Well, I haven’t felt this relaxed since… since ever, actually. I think you did a great job. Good toy. Thank you.”

Cy beamed at the praise and nestled her head on Becca’s lap.

“I’m so glad. I don’t know what came over me, it was like another person was speaking for me. I didn’t even know I knew how to do all that…

Can we do it again?”

Becca laughed and smiled, gently running her fingers through Cy’s dark hair. 

“I think we can. Maybe next time I’ll let you go off script.”

Their cheeks turned a bright pink as they finally pieced the puzzle together. Cy giggled and gave a small nod in response.

“That sounds fun.”