#the thrall of hypno

[empressdrusilla]

Oh, to be a siren, able to enthrall people with my voice, a haunting beauty carried across the waves.

Perhaps the other sirens, my sisters, drown the sailors on the rocks, ships dashed to kindling on the sharp stone, eat the bodies of those doomed fools who thought themselves to be the ones to finally win our affections.

I have better uses for them.

A dead sailor gives food for a day, but a thrall? It can go back to shore, gives me anything I want, all the time my heavenly song ringing in its ears, guiding it back to me whenever its task is done.

When they come back, all it takes is the slightest giving of my affections to keep them wrapped around my fingers. They would serve for just the barest chance to hear me sing again, they would devote themselves to me to look deep into my eyes just once more.

Perhaps I could send them out with tales of riches that me and my sisters hoard in our sea caves, bring even more of the brave and foolish to our doorstep, for myself and my sisters to use how we see fit. Most are drowned, but some, those who catch my eye, they go to me.

Those strong enough to swim to me or clever enough to catch onto the rocks and climb along the sides of the cave, those are the ones who I take as mine. I reward them often, as anyone would their pets. I learned about pets from one of my earliest thralls, and it found the concept most intriguing. I rarely send them out for me any more, for their hands are better spent washing salt out of my hair in the nights, massaging my flesh as I rest and sing them another song and watch their eyes glaze over and a smile spread across their lips.

Oh, to be a siren.

[en-thrall-ed]

So desperate...I need him to take over my mind, overwrite my thoughts with his.

I need to feel his whisper in my mind until all I can think are thoughts about him and then...nothing.

Pure bliss, pure devotion, deeper than I could ever offer it without his help.

He can do what he wants to me, I smile and nod and accept it all.

If only it meant to be so deeply devoted to him...

[enchantress-arc]

In all honesty I desperately want to just start hypnotizing more people, and using them to hypnotize others. Turning them into walking advertisements for being a thrall. They're constantly blissful, constantly horny, they don't have to think or make decisions, their goddess does that for them, their goddess controls them and they couldn't be happier. Sure, they've been turned into a personal slut for a woman with basically no free will of their own, but that doesn't seem like a bad thing.

CW: Some hypno related CNC stuff. Just general "person being covertly hypnotized" type stuff.

Doing it in a more covert manner sounds wonderful as well. Say you happen to run into a friend. They say things in a bit of an odd manner sometimes, but they're able to hold a normal conversation. About halfway through a conversation with them you realize you're not sure what they're saying anymore All you know is that you want to keep listening. And it wouldn't really hurt to go meet their new friend. Of course, they're right, you'll get along with her quite well. When you first meet her, you can tell that there's something different about her.Something about her is just enchanting. It feels nice to listen to her voice. And she's so attractive. It's not hypnosis or anything, it's just a hot woman, of course it's normal to feel this way about her. Normal to get on your knees for her and kiss her bulge through her pants. And maybe go a bit further. The aftercare is perfect, just feeling her hold you, whispering affirmations into your ear. You barely notice the friend that brought you here masturbating in the corner, watching as you fall into her grasp. You can only focus on Her now. Only Her. She is all that matters. You fall asleep in Her arms, and you feel wonderful upon waking up. You leave, and go about your day like normal, working, doing chores, and you end up talking to a friend. You notice them starting to act a bit odd, tired, even more agreeable than normal. And suddenly the thought pops into your head that they'd love meeting your Goddess. They'd hit it off almost instantly, you're sure of it. And when you bring them to meet Her, you see them start to sink, start to become Hers, and you realize what's happening. She brainwashed you. You've been slipping little subliminal messages into your conversation with them, and you didn't even notice. You took a friend, someone who's trusted you for years, and you brought them to have their free will devoured, rewritten, brainwashed. You know you should be horrified, but you're not. You just want to watch. You want to play with yourself. It feels natural to play with yourself while you watch your friend become a doll, a drone, a perfect little sleeper agent to bring Her more toys. Oh god it's hot. You're Hers. You don't feel remorse, you feel arousal. It's perfect. She is perfect. And soon your friend is going to see that too. You don't finish that night. You both leave Her home in the morning, before you walk out the door, She makes you stay while they head out, and calls you a good thrall. You climax immediately, all of the buildup from last night coming back in an instant, stronger than anything you've ever felt before. And then you go about your days as usual. Maybe you don't run into anyone you know today, and you just go home. You remember what She did to you, what she did to your friend. And you just can't help it, you start playing with yourself. Your friend is probably doing the same thing to someone else right now. And it's your fault. Oh god it feels wonderful to know that, that someone else is being prepared to be brainwashed by your friend, and you did this to them. You made them a thrall. Who knows how many people you've doomed just by letting your guard down. You can feel the pleasure building, but never coming to a climax. And you want to finish. You wish She would give you permission. And then you remember this morning. She allowed you to finish after you left with Her new toy. She'll allow you to finish if you bring Her another. You're a good thrall. Good thralls finish when they please Her. When they bring Her more toys. You're a good thrall. You'll bring Her another toy. And this time you'll be fully aware of what you're doing. You'll feel your arousal growing as you slip those little subliminal messages into their head. It'll be even stronger next time with all of this buildup. Even better. Goddess rewards good thralls. You're a good thrall. And you'd do anything for Her.

[siremasterlawrence]

Hypno House Part 1

It is pretty set in clear for me as I descend in to the hallway from my elevator shaft as the owner of a campaign for Mark K Lawrence enter through the swinging door and the light blows up through the glass. Shining through the hallway as I offer all of my hand to shake as he takes it tightly when I press the button as the door pops open to see him and we short up to the top yes the pent house. We step on to the main floor in fresh but yes in excitement as my beautiful and massively humongous office space, he is lost in utter wonder because he can’t believe what I am managing to succeedover time because I rule it now. I invite him to take a seat with a gesture of my hand as he props down happily, I go to my side of the black desk unlocking the key to the door yanking a paper as I place it onto the table and slide it off and he quickly begins to over look before I sign it. He signs the paper as the window shades are falling down, the locks to the doors go wild settling us in to our seats as the floor begins to level itself floor to floor and soonwe free fall to the basement level when it drip shaking the floor.My clients look’s completely in awe, shook and wonder as he notices I have disappear from sight and he sees me once more now across the room waving at him and then I flip the switch as the glass turns black and the pipes unload allowing the gas to seep through.He fell to the ground falling into a very deep even deeper coma like state swooping into all through the room as everything in the room transforms in to a grandiose house and after about a hour or so he woke up to a certain type of scent. He woke up to find his eye popping open to see his reflection in the glass, well not his own reflection it’s a tall almost godly figure starring back at him and it was Alexander Skarsgard because I will soon claim him as mine.The man smiling standing upward till he is at full height flowing through the room as he is taking a second lifting his arm in the air in a small effort inhaling his scent and I love yo watch him lose it unknowingly succumbing to me. He hops in to the shower letting the water rain down on him as he uses soap to be able to scrub his body with soap suds himself up and soon the bubbles fly through the air it is awesome as the water washes off of him he is cleansing Alexander of himself.

“Look at this fucking tall Nordic body”

“I am such hot catch…ooh this ass”

“I thought this was joke”

“Yes! Most people call fraud “

“Unfortunately! Did you read the paper work thoroughly.”

“Yes! I have to make appearances.”

“Yeah no! I own you”

“Excuse me? What ?”

“Hope you know! You will see soon”

“You can’t do this…you can’t I”

“Yes Master! Say it to me”

“Fuck Yes! Yes Master”

“What do you see?”

“Looking in to my eyes “

“They are spiraling, I am in your power “

“My thrall! I consume you “

“Suit up for me! Put on the dress suit”

“As you please, my wish is your command “

I appear in the room with him walking in all past the guards through the mirror to meet as well as greet my new slave to who his awe and surprise he spun about to see him with love. He has no idea what to say to me as everything comes back to him all the information he lost and new information about the man he is about to replace in life.He smiles at me telling me he is back to my side as he races down to the staircase to the kitchen, as he begins to cook up crazy Storm making breakfast as he brings it up with a tray and walks back up through the staircase. He pulls a table in to the room setting up a breakfast made for two, with flowers cover the table up till the edges and fill to the brim with glorious amount of food everywhere to serve me and enjoy my self before my many plans unfold.He stood tall over me, the room and table his shadow overcast me for a life time of pleasure as he bends over planting a kiss so mesmerizing it could have distracted me from my unfurling plans to rule the world over all.

“How do you feel about your life now?”

“Oh Master! It’s my dreams come true”

“We have so much to do but first “

“Take a cup fill it wine”

“Pour the vile of my blood in”

“Blood? Why?”

“DO IT!”

“Yes Master! Fuck it smells”

“You love it! You are addicted “

“I am addicted “

“Yeah! I love it”

“Drink it up”

“So tasty”

“We are bound together “

“Forever “

“Mmmmm!”

“You are such a girl “

“Yay! I am pussy “

“Take off that shirt…white is so ugly “

“Ugh! You are right “

“May I find a better one?”

“As I wish! Please do! Yuck!”

“Oh course I did it! I am sorry Master”

“For what?”

“Being a fuck up”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You know me so well like no other “

The end

[genderstormwrites]

one-by-one approaching every hypno blog you follow and turning them into sleeper agents so that all at once I can activate them and their brainwashing posts synchronize, turning their entire collective follower base into my mindless thralls.

[whumpshaped]

imagine a vampire carewhumper that works as a therapist simply thralling their patients out of bad patterns. like obviously it’s bad and sometimes they feed from their patients as payment, but this vampire genuinely wants to help and peace of mind for some blood is a good deal

tw vampire caretaker, therapy setting, dubcon hypnosis

‘No, I’m telling you. This is real. It’s not one of those… weirdos who pretend to hypnotise you and stuff. This is real hypno-therapy.’

Whumpee was still sceptical as they neared the office door, nervously fidgeting with their hands as they tried to work up the courage to knock. They didn’t believe in it, not really, but it was worth a try. They weren’t bound to any therapist just because they’d tried their services once. It wasn’t a huge commitment. 

They took a deep breath and lifted their hand, but the door opened before they could’ve made contact. “Oh, Whumpee.” Caretaker smiled at them, swiftly standing to the side to allow them inside. “I was just about to check whether you’d arrived already. Some people get shy about knocking.”

“Y-yeah. Thanks.” 

The office was just as they’d imagined: cream coloured walls and comfortable chairs, a soft-looking sofa and plenty of decorations to give the illusion of hominess. All in all, not very threatening at all. 

“As I understand, this is your first time trying this specific kind of therapy,” Caretaker went on, gesturing towards the sofa for Whumpee to take a seat or lie down. “Do you have any particular worries regarding the process, or should I just run through the general gist of it, and you’ll ask your questions in the end?”

“Um…” Whumpee sat down, rigid as a corpse, and tried to remind themself that this was just another person, not some sort of scary monster. “I guess… um… You can go ahead and explain, I, I’m not sure I even know enough about this stuff to ask questions.”

Caretaker nodded. “That’s alright. It’s really quite simple. There won’t be any pendulums or pocket watches, I will simply ask you to lie down and try to relax. I’ll help you along with some simple instructions, almost like a guided meditation, but specifically focused on putting you into a ‘trance’; by that I just mean a state in which we can access your subconscious more easily. It’s like if you were dreaming, but with the ability to still respond to my questions.”

This so wasn’t going to work. This was something straight out of a dumb movie. Taking away the pendulum didn’t help Caretaker’s case as much as they might’ve assumed. “What if it doesn’t work?”

“Well… Theoretically, I could offer you a refund.”

“Theoretically?”

Caretaker’s smile widened just a fraction. “I’ve never had it ‘not work’ before.”

[blacksupremacy86]

The New Man Of The House - Universe

In honor of my 3,000 followers as of yesterday

Why is it after I finally get my shit together in life it’s in a newly created neighborhood of a certain style like never existed before in this world.

The head of this neighborhood lives in the center of the area proudly dressed in a tight two piece suit, dress shirt, and black shiny shoes to boot.

Patrick is his name the head of this inventive neighborhood invites me over for a welcome drink and i cross the street knocking on his door he opens it.

I enter the hallway as the door shuts close in my face I feel a shift in the air and he offers me a drink glass cup of ice tea taking a sip between his lips.

He tells me I can take a seat in the living room which I do, I snap my finger in a whiff of his scent, and I notice him return to the room.

I am pretty evil at the moment checking all of the corners he sits down, I manage to dig out a new blend of Hypno drops I pour a few in my hand.

His toaster oven goes off alerting him to take out the goodness of dinner he prepares

for us happily I pop the fork off dropping in a few pills.

I twist the cork closer tightening it removing it into my palms and then shaking it up in the air as the alcoholic beverages mixes

all together.

He returns to my side sliding in the seat next to him he sighs heavily with dirty and super withering hands grabbing the bottle then he flips the top off.

The bottle lifts curling in between his lips as they close around it taking a sip of the drink I can see it burn down his throat I can see it get to work.

Narrowing, constricting and releasing all in one go downing it there is a buzzing reality type of situation causing his body going in to a state of shock.

He froze instinctively by a short, small and an odd stimulating response touching him to the side and I laugh waving I hand in his face.

My hand moves faster like the wind tapping his tiny head hitting him on impact as he fell back into the couch and I shut down the house.

The window blinds drop, doors lock and the window shut throughout the house leaving us utter alone the place is so dark but perfect.

I walk into the kitchen taking the well done meat, finish the rice and completed the rest of the meal and I let the aroma fills through the home.

I notice upon my return Patrick is awoken in heat from his deep slumber his clothes are spread onto every surface and he his drunk off his ass.

Music on playing loudly, dancing and blindly singing his next rock and roll song jumping up and down as he slid across the floor in his underwear.

He does some more dancing smiling at me he can’t believe it the smell of such delicious food hits his nose thralling his senses I hand him a bottle.

“What you don’t know mother fucker.”

“Mwahahahahaha…mother fucker”

“I need you to do me a favor “

“Use all of these seasoning”

“On every inch of your food”

“Only the food on your plate”

“Yyyeeesss! Whatever you wish!”

“I won’t displease you “

“Hurry your ass up”

“Stand still bitch”

“My hand is about to have a adventure “

“We can eat after “

“All I deserve is you “

“All I need to give me nutrients “

“Is me?”

“You are hilarious “

“Hardly”

“I am your maker”

Daddy is no longer home I think that is very clear to me I think as he gobbles down his dinner.

J let him continue to surprise me once more in a frantic motion he falls to his knees in awe of me.

He belts a toon reaching for a remote to use like a microphone singing in repeat a whole a cd worth of songs.

A minute ago he would look at me with a lot disgusting facial expression on his face in an overwhelming feat.

His body slips in between my legs rubbing my knees down my legs to under his feet and he inhales it.

He sucks my toes up along with kissing and licking them up in every inch and crevice of it.

“What the fuck?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Oh! Hey son”

“That’s all you have to say”

“Explanation now”

“Charlie help him”

“Fine!”

“Get over here”

“Dad! Why?”

“Ssssshhhhh! Relax”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Did I do well sir?”

Apparently he mixed a few of the pills and the seasoning in advance to make a nice serum concoction.

The needle digs injecting under his skin in a state of bliss he is instantly dropping into a deep sleep.

Eyes falling back into his eye sockets they closes causing his body to fully collapse in his arms.

“Oh Master! He is ready”

“Stuff his face full”

“Yes Sire”

“Chew it up bitch”

“Yyyyuuuummmm”

“Fucker”

“Master the army brat walks in”

“My brother”

“You two”

“Hide behind the door”

“Hello Henry!”

“Stand down I have a gun”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Guys make use of him”

“Dad hold him”

“What are you two doing ?”

“You smell good kiddo”

“That’s gay Dad”

“Wow! I raised a weakling”

“More like a bitch”

“I am not either! Let me go”

“This won’t hurt then”

“NO STOP!”

“Uuuugggghhh…uuuughhh….ooooohhhh….aaahhhh”

“Hey bro!”

“What are you doing here?”

“Why should I not be?”

“It’s my work”

“Fuck that!”

“Shut up and kneel”

“Bro!”

“I said kneel”

“Inject me”

“Hold him”

“Bro’s stop”

“ZIP IT!”

“Aaaaahhhhhh!”

“That hurts”

“Grow a pair”

“Bastard”

“Nighty night”

“Sleepy time”

The end

[saltylandland]

New Thrall

AU: Star is the sire, reader gets cucked by her terrible boyfriend Michael (or was he just under her thrall?), also no laddie bc these Headcanons are NSFW, Star is a girl boss but at what cost 🥲

Bro I just hurt my own feelings oml, this wasn’t intentional but hey @britany1997 I got some more headcanons for you lol

Warnings: angst, cucking, reader gets treated like a trading card, and toy, hints at dubcon/noncon, hints at hypno

-it started on your first night in Santa Carla, hand in hand with your boyfriend Michael you took in the sights around you.

-the distance between you two was cold, on the outside, you still looked madly in love with each other, but honestly the passion had dried up months ago.

-you two had found each other just when your lives seemed to fall apart. While Michael’s home life was somewhat elevated when his parents got a divorce, your home life only got worse.

-you two were mostly friends now, you were hanging on to the lingering affection you two had shared and Michael was comfortable, you two got along, both his brother and mother loved you, and it’s not like he had any better options. So when you got kicked out of your house while they were packing up to leave for Santa Carla, Michael allowed you to tag along. Despite the withering chemistry between you two.

-and then Michael, seemingly transfixed on something, or someone, dashed out of the concert venue, with both Sam and you following behind.

-you didn’t notice who he was following and Sam wouldn’t tell you either, only looking at Michael with increasingly obvious worry.

-brushing you off, Michael went off on his own, so you tagged along with Sam to the comic store, Sam trying to lift your spirits.

-to be fair, Sam did succeed, until you met back up with Michael who was practically drooling over some bikers.

-no not the bikers, but a beautiful girl with one of the bikers.

-this had disturbed you for obvious reasons, so much so you followed him out to the boardwalk the next night.

-you helped him pick out a ‘rocker’ outfit, bitterly swallowing the implications of this and before you could work up the courage to break up, already seeing the alarm bells, the beautiful girl had whispered something in his ear and it was like you didn’t exist anymore.

-You were panicking now, you rode on Michael’s bike, and it was clear how he could and would abandon you here in order to impress the new girl. As the bikers from before invited Michael to the ‘Hudson’s bluff’

-before he could drive away with ‘Star’ in tow you asked how will you get home urgently, looking in Michael’s eyes, trying to find any indication that it crossed his mind.

-instead, his eyes were cloudy, as if he was completely high, or on auto pilot. As one of the bikers asked who you were, and Michael quickly answered ‘a friend’

-it was Star who suggested that you come with, despite wanting nothing more than to crawl your way back home, catching her eyes suddenly and now it was like following them was the only choice you had despite the sinking feeling you had in your stomach.

-reaching the cave you look around in wonder, perhaps too long, as when you go to sit down you realise that all the seats were taken, with only the couch in the corner away from everyone was available.

-fortunately, depending on how you view it, the bikers were more then willing to drag you onto one of their laps, with the spikes haired blonde, who you learned was Paul, winning out. Squeezed between Marko and Dwayne, you were almost boxed in. It felt claustrophobic as the three boys teased you, only to be mostly ignored as you watch Michael and Star whisper to each other. Paul pinched at your sides, chuckling at your squeaks and grumbles as you heartbrokenly watch your boyfriend and Star.

-Michael didn’t look your way once, even as you were being practically groaped by these bikers. It was actually Star, who even looked your way, but she only smiled with smug sympathy. Nodding towards Marko who brought over a finely decorated bottle. Michael drank from it eagerly, and Star climbed into his lap, straddling him. He only groaned with delight as she grinds her hips down. You truly couldn’t believe your eyes. Everyone was quiet as they watched the scene unfold.

- “Michael?” Star asked. “Yes?” He replied breathlessly. “She’s your girlfriend isn’t she?” Neither of them looked at you. Michael didn’t hesitate to answer yes this time, which filled you with false hope. Only to cruelly break you back down into reality as Star asked. “Do you want her?” “No. I only want you!” He didn’t hesitate. Star giggled as if he was telling a joke, and Michael beamed at her laugh. You wanted to die.

-“If you don’t want her, can my boys have her? They seemed to have taken a liking to her, and they’ve behaved so well recently” Michael grinds his hips up, smiling as Star leans down to kiss him. “Yes I don’t care.”

-you try to leap up to leave, but Paul’s arms were like vice. Star turns to the boys, looking past you as if you weren’t there. “I want her to watch.” Meeting your eyes briefly, you were suddenly compelled to follow her command.

-you watch horrified, as Michael undos Star’s shirt, kissing up her stomach reverently. His hands teasing at her flesh, palming at her breasts. Star’s head rolls back as she moans sweetly.

-Standing on shaking legs, she hikes her skirt up enough so that you can see her hook a leg around his shoulder, and he eagerly starts to lick and suck at her pussy.

-the sounds of suckling and kissing was echoing off the cave walls as Star moaned in earnest.

-you couldn’t look away but your eyes watered as you remember how Michael refuted you on returning the favour as you had sucked him off many times before.

-Star’s hips shake and buck onto his waiting mouth as she grabs his curly hair, his own hands grabbing and squeezing her ass.

-“ah! Ah! Ah!” Star moaned loudly, giggling as she looked down on your heartbroken face, having no choice to meet her eye. “Your ex is- ahh~ quite talented, I’m sure you must be disappointed yeah? You really don’t have to worry, I’ll satisfy him so he won’t stray. It’s your job now to satisfy my boys, pay close attention to my lesson so they won’t leave you too!”

-Star giggles between her moans, on a high that’s only reaching higher. She didn’t doubt her boys would be quite taken with you, but she’d be lying if your humiliated crying face didn’t turn her on.

-letting herself cum while she humps Michael’s face, he eagerly helps her ride it out, as the sound of her moaning and Michael’s work drowns out your small sobs.

-she lifts her leg off his shoulder, her hand rubbing at his cheek fondly. She could take him back to her nest now, but she wanted to ‘teach’ you, break both you and Michael by the time she’s done.

-you watch as Star unbuckles his belt, his cock popping out quickly from his underwear and Star immediately sinks down. This time Michael moans loudly, he had always been sensitive.

-Star starts riding him with no hesitation nor does she break a sweat, kissing him sweetly as they get lost in eachother.

-you can feel the others get restless under you, pinching and fondling sensitive areas but you were not allowed to look away.

-sounds of their hips slapping together was deafening as she speeds up, Michael thrusting up to meet her.

-they both cum together, something you thought only happened in cheesy erotica novels, and they continue going. Michael rolling over her to thrust into her lewdly.

-from this angel you can see the cum gush out of her but she only smiles happily.

-rolling her had to the side to face the others, Michael kisses down her neck. Speaking brokenly as she’s pounded into the couch, she gives her boys the green light.

-looking back at you she says “you’ll let them indulge until they’re satisfied right? That’s what’s really important here, it’s not like you have a boyfriend anymore.”

[obvious-bottom]

ask meme questions!

5, Would you rather have hypno candy aphrodisiacs or hypno candy that makes the consumer suggestible?

9, An evil sexy sorceress/er is enchanting everyone in the land, turning them into his/her/their mindless, horny thralls. Do you: a. Allow yourself to be captured and enchanted by the thralls when they come for you ; b. Find the sorceress and try to prove yourself worthy of becoming her personal thrall ; c. Battle the sorceress to subdue her and take control of her army ; d. Rule the land with her ; e. Make your own option

enjoy!

Suggestible candy, I bet I could clicker train someone in an hour if I used them. Just a ring gag and putting one in your mouth each time you obey until you obey any order with the click, then every order without it.

B! I want to be a special and cherished pet, even if I'm not conscious enough to know it

[en-thrall-ed]

Please...feed from me...

I wish to be the one to satiate you, the one to calm you.

I wish to ease your pain and be useful...if nothing else...

[belleyellsaboutturtles]

Sparky - pt 3

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Mikey was exhausted.

He'd been feeling it ever since defeating Hypno-Potamus. Which was weird, because it hadn't even been a hard fight! The worm had even said Mikey was on fire! So Mikey was pretty confident he'd killed it. (...even though he couldn't remember what exactly he'd done.) Aches and fatigue weren't uncommon after a workout, and that had definitely counted as one despite how easy it'd been. So Mikey thought he'd just do what he normally did - sleep it off.

It didn't work.

Spending the next few days helping Donnie build a puppy sanctuary for Todd so they could get the Moon Buggy probably didn't help. All nighters weren't uncommon in the Hamato household, so it certainly wasn't the first time Mikey had done one. Todd - who had kept them supplied with his delicious lemonade the whole time - had actually insisted they at least take naps the second day. Donnie had put up a fight, but Mikey had happily flopped down on a blanket and promptly passed out. Donnie must have noticed, because he'd made sure Mikey didn't pull a second all nighter. Mikey had protested - he couldn't leave Donnie to do all the work! But even as he'd argued, he'd been half asleep on his feet. Then Todd expressed his own worry and Mikey hadn't been able to say no anymore.

Now they were home again, watching Raph play their dance game, and Mikey was still dragging. He hadn't been this run down in awhile and he had no idea why it had come on. The only thing he could think of was they'd started crime fighting, but then his brothers would have been tired too! As far as Mikey could tell, it was just him. Maybe he needed to do more endurance training?

It was weird too. Like, he was tired, but there was almost a disconnect from it. It almost made him think he was experiencing depersonalization - something he'd read about recently in a psych article - but he had nothing else to back it up. He didn't feel like he was having an out of body experience. He didn't feel like he was in a dream or anything. If anything, it felt like the exhaustion he was feeling wasn't actually his, but he was feeling it anyway. It didn't make sense.

It was also starting to cause problems. Like, Mikey should've realized waaay faster Splinter had rat flu. (Why did he call his dad a zombie?!) And he fumbled with putting his hazmat suit on twice. Twice!

Luckily, he was still fast, even though he felt dead on his feet, and avoided contamination. By the time he and Raph made it to stage six, he was feeling confident!

"-and out walks - DUN DUN DUUN - Jupiter Jim!" Splinter said, donning a space helmet. "And they smash two titans!"

Mikey grinned and wrote it down on his notepad. "This is amazing, keep going!"

What is happening?

"Huh?" Mikey paused his note-taking and looked up at Raph. "You say somethin'?"

"Yeah! We're almost to stage seven!" Raph grinned, pumping his fists. "This is the closest I've been to success... ever!"

Mikey smiled widely and held his hand up for a high five-

Stage seven? What is stage seven? Why does the rat have dolls?

Mikey stopped again, looking around in confusion. "Okay, you heard that too, right Ra- achoo!"

Dang it, he was infected.

Raph quarantined him immediately. Which, rude. He could've lasted a little longer! Just long enough to see stage seven, surely! So what it felt like he was on the sun? He was fine! He just... he just needed... why was it so hot?

In the thrall of infection, Mikey completely forgot about the unknown voice he'd heard echoing through the lair.

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1 and 5!

Sorry I'm so late on this!! Finally getting to my asks lol. 1. Would you rather be hypnotized by a vampire, enchanted by a witch, or possessed by a demon. A: As much as I want to say enchanted by a witch, I gotta go with the vampire. I fucking find them super hot, and being a "hypnotized thrall"? OH FUCK YES. Also I realized I'm into biting now, thanks V. 5. Would you rather have hypno candy aphrodisiacs or hypno candy that makes the consumer suggestible? A: Definitely the candy that makes you suggestible. The slow realization that you're just saying yes to things after eating a few pieces? Ooooooo yessss please.

[flawlessfaeaudio]

The role of vampire suited you quite well, especially with how mesmerizing your voice already is x3 Speaking of which, do you have any interest in working with any hypnosis themed scripts in the future? (I thought to ask that in my comment on the video, but felt that it might be more appropriate to inquire here lol)

I have indeed <3. A lot of the more hypno themed stuff isn't super safe for youtube, but I've already got a couple little hypno themed audios uploaded!

This audio ends with the listener drinking a love potion they brewed, originally intended for the princess (me).

And this one very much toes the line of what youtube will put up with. I play a very dommy vampire who has the listener deeply under her thrall <3

And then of course you have the stuff that I straight up cannot put on youtube <3 Most of these properly erotic audios will be locked behind the patreon I'm working to set up, but I'll be tossing out freebies every now and then as well!

Anyways, if you want me to hypnotize you into being physically incapable of cumming, that's up on reddit <3

[bawdybooster]

Uhhh-7 and 8 for the hypno halloween asks? (I couldn't ask from my sideblog Snakebonewitch)

No problem Witch! Anyways, let's get down to answering those questions.

7. What mind control spell would you want to be put on you? What's it called? What does it do?

Admittedly, this one's a bit difficult to answer since spellcasting ain't my forte.

Classic Mind Control is pretty fun, especially if there's body puppeteering involved. Being in control of another consciousness is interesting already, but amplifying that control to where you can directly influence their movements? There's a lot to chew on.

I do think there's a special place in my heart for Memory Alteration, which does what the name implies. Because with that, the "Mind Control" really becomes a game of 'Yes, And' with the thrall.

8. Which mythical creature would you most want to fuck/be fucked by? Applicable to Mind and/or body.

Up front, too many good options. There's Vampires, Werewolves, Mermaids/Sirens. Literally all choices are valid.

However, I would be betraying my own interests (and two OCs I've adopted/struggled to do stuff with) if I did not mention anything about Naga/Lamia.

They give great hugs. They give great massages. They've got hypnosis. They've got fangs. They love cuddling. They love music.

What's not to love about Snakefolk?

[spiraleyedlore]

spooky season hypno ask game--

6,8, 9, 10....

Link to the ask game here

6. For a spell, I think some version of Find Familiar might be fun, but with a twist! The familiar can possess anyone i direct it to, letting me do whatever I want with them :3

8. If I had to choose a monster to fuck me, I’d probably say ghost (i just like possession, but id miss the cuddling afterwards,,,). But if I had to fuck any spooky creature, maybe a vampire! Im sure with a few stakes and some holy water I could make even the hungriest vamp behave :3

9. C all the way. I’d love to make a once mighty sorcerer into my own personal toy, making sure to keep just enough intelligence in them so they keep making new thralls for me~

10. I answered this before!

[anxiousgaypanicking]

about the stretching vampire logic for Hunger Hurts thing

As a regular consumer of hypno content and a mythology enjoyer (monsterfucker), its a reasonably common trope that vampire venom makes folks more willing in some way. Whether it's knocking them out to make drinking easier, making them addicted to make them a thrall, making them mindless while being drunk from or in some cases straight up just making them horny.

so really Janus having vampire venom that effects the others in some way in HH is totally reasonable imo

WOOOO this is wonderful news

ive heard specifically the horny thing before, but thats because most of the vampire content ive consumed eventually led into smut so it makes sense that the characters wanna be horny somehow

but cool, nice to know venom will be a reasonable introduction :)