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Taking two subjects, giving them voodoo triggers, then making the dolls controlling them kiss.
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The following is a collab between myself and the amazing @blissful23 !
Ding-Dong
The doorbell sounded and Suzie looked up from styling her long, blonde hair in the mirror. This always happens when she’s just getting ready to go out! She had readjusted the shirt she had “borrowed” from her roommate, as it was slightly too tight, checked her eyeliner was even for the 50th time, and was just finishing her lipstick with a satisfied pop.
She sighed frustratedly, stood up, and made her way to the source of the offending sound. Opening the front door, she was greeted by a man she’d never seen before. Dark hair and - oh God - a curled moustache framed a sharp featured face, adorned with a rather ostentatious top hat. Finely attired in a black suit, jacket resplendent with coattails, he gave a slight bow in greeting. It took all her willpower not to outright laugh in the face of this antiquity standing before her.
“Good day ma’am, it’s a fine afternoon, is it not?”
She stood, arms crossed in exaggerated frustration, staring back at him.
“How can I help you… Sir?”
She put the extra emphasis on that last word, wishing him to know quite pointedly that she was being interrupted. He smiled in return - whether it was sincere or strained in response to her standoffishness, she couldn’t tell.
“Well, you see my dear, I’m selling these very fine pocketwatches.”
With exaggerated flourish, he swept his coat open, revealing a dazzling array of pocketwatches hanging on the inside of it. He held it in place, and as if by magic - more likely the momentum of him opening his coat, she thought to herself - each of the pocketwatches begun swinging in unison. Probably a bit of showmanship designed to wow a potential customer, but still, it was fascinating to watch as they swung back and forth, back… and forth… back…
Suzie shook her head, dispelling a sudden onset of light-headedness, and redressed her gaze to The Salesman. He pulled his coat closed and smiled once more. A little less sure of her cold reception to him initially, she spoke again.
“Those are very lovely, but… I have no real need of a pocketwatch.” She said, gesturing to her phone.
“Ah, but my dear, you didn’t even take notice of our finest model!”
She bristled inwardly at being addressed as “my dear” again, and fixed her gaze to the pocketwatch he was now dangling in front of her face. It was silver, hooked by a long thin strap. The outer shell had some sort of pattern cut out of it to reveal the clock face behind, but with the shell popped open she couldn’t quite tell what was meant to be on the front. The spindling hands on the clock ticked away excitedly.
“Look at this gorgeous embedded crystal, and how it changes in the light! Let me swing it so you can see how it changes colour in the light…”
As he began swinging it from side to side, her jaw almost instantly fell agape at the sight of it, finding herself unable to draw her soft, blue eyes away from it.
"So many colours! Which colour do you prefer?"
It was so hard to decide. So many splendid, beautiful colours to pick from. She tried to follow them as they shifted moment to moment. It was hard to think of a favourite. So hard to think… was all Suzie’s mind could muster for the moment, her thoughts, plans for the day, all of them fading away, replaced by her fascination with the tantalising kaleidoscope dancing before her eyes.
"I, uhh.... c-colours..."
The Salesman smiled wide. It wasn’t always this easy, but they all ended up this way eventually.
"Yes, pretty colours... and as each one shines, your worries and cares fade just that little bit more..."
Not having to think and just being able to enjoy the colours did sound nice to Suzie. Joyous, even; and she allowed herself a little giggle at the suggestion. She tried to help him how wonderful that sounded, but her mind was already so devoid of thought, all she could utter was:
"Hee-hee… colours...!"
Knowing he had her right where he wanted her, The Salesman followed on with his scheme.
“Can you hear the ticking? No? Maybe you should invite me inside where it’s quieter so you can really focus in on the sound…”
Had she heard the ticking? She wasn’t sure. Probably best to listen to him. A dull, errant thought in the back of Suzie’s near-blank mind warned that this was a bad idea, but was immediately overruled by the obedient thrall she found herself in.
"Uhhh… Won't you... nghh... won't you... please come in..."
“My dear, I thought you’d never ask…”
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As he stepped through the doorway, another voice could be heard deeper inside.
“Suzie? You haven’t seen my top, have you? The low-cut one with the ruffles - oh.”
Suzie’s roommate Miranda - a stunning redhead - entered the room. Always a favourite, those, The Salesman thought to himself. She stopped upon seeing him eyeing her.
“Uh… hello. And you are?” Miranda asked, curiously, confused at the way Suzie stood there smiling blankly at her.
“He’s… He sells… pocketwatches…” Suzie answered for the strange man.
“Yes, and I’m so pleased to make your acquaintance. Would you like to take a look, my dear?”
“No, thank you. We,” Miranda looked sternly at Suzie, “are actually running late. So if you’ll excuse us…”
Suzie didn’t move, however. As Miranda went to grab her arm she simply smiled up at her.
“But… They’re so pretty…” She said, as if she struggled with every word.
The Salesman pulled out the watch. “See for yourself.”
Miranda looked at him, exacerbated, before huffing, turning back to Suzie in confusion.
“Come on. We’re leaving.”
"But they’re so pretty..." Suzie whined. “Just take a closer look. You know you want to…”
Miranda looked. She couldn’t see anything special about this pocketwatch. Though, truth be told, she was struggling to take in any of the details as she tried to follow it with her hazel eyes. If only this guy would stop swinging it in front of her… back… and forth… and…
“What, are you trying to hypnotise me into buying one or something?” She laughed. But, then, she thought…
Looking at her usually headstrong friend standing quietly with her eyes tracking the watch’s every movement, everything seemed to click into place.
“Aha… w-wait. You’re not… You’re not actually trying to… right…?”
Miranda was getting nervous, hiding it behind laughter. No. Of course he wasn’t. Hypnosis wasn’t real.
“My God, you are trying to hypnotise… me, aren’t you? And what have you done to Suzie? I’ve had enough of this, please leave.”
The Salesman frowned at this, placing his watch back inside of his jacket. She was going to be tougher. Luckily, he liked a challenge. Reaching into his jacket once more, his fingers brushed along the watches until he found… yes. Perfect.
“But my dear, you haven’t seen our Timepiece de Resistance…” He pulled out a small golden watch. Its chain was more detailed than the other, with a texture almost like woven vines. The numbers were roman numerals. Or were they? Miranda couldn’t tell.
Shit. She’d been staring at it, hadn’t she?
Miranda covered her eyes and turned away,
“We call it that because it’s the Timepiece that causes all your resistance to melt away…”
His voice was deep in her brain now. It was so… so tempting to look back at him. And Suzie’s pleasant hums of approval weren’t helping.
“No, I won’t… you’re not going to… hypno… hypnotise… me…” Miranda managed, looking up to see Suzie had walked over to her.
“Go on… just a little look… it would feel so good, Miranda…” Suzie spoke softly, almost dreamlike.
Then another thought hit her. If Suzie could sneak up on her, this guy could be anywhere! She had to check for certain if he was still between them and the door.
She looked up at him and her attention was captured by the watch once more.
“Get… get out…” Miranda said as firmly as she could manage.
“Please calm down… You don’t need to be so on edge, so angry… Maybe you didn’t get enough sleep last night…”
Her eyes started to droop. All this fighting was exhausting. The only easy thing right now was keeping her eyes on that watch.
“No, I… I don’t need to… sleep… I’m completely…” She tried to stifle a yawn “… Awake…”
“We both know that’s not true, my dear… Look at you. You’re struggling to stay awake. You can barely keep your eyes open…”
Her hands, once balled into fists, were now relaxed and hung limply by her side. Miranda found herself struggling to keep her eyes open.
“No… I’m not - yawn - sleepy…”
The man approached her, guiding her over to the couch, where Suzie had, at some point, also had found herself.
“There’s no need to fight it anymore… You want to give in to it… You want to surrender to slumber…”
“Surrender… to slumber…” Miranda felt a smile grow on her own face as she repeated after him, her weary eyelids now stuck at half-mast.
“That’s it…” He looked at his pocket watch. Another job well done.
“Well, ladies, it appears I may have lost track of time.” He chuckled, leading the girls to giggle mindlessly… although, they weren’t quite sure why they were laughing. But Master was so funny, wasn’t he?
“I’ll just leave this here.” The Salesman said as he placed a business card on the coffee table in front of them. “In case you know anyone else who might appreciate my services, hm?”
He watched as Suzies head slowly slumped onto Miranda’s shoulders, both girls blissfully asleep. He straightened his hat, closed the door behind him, and moved onto the next house.
#reblog#queue your mind#hypnosis#hypnokink#mind control#brainwashing#(really loved this story!)#(the concept of a traveling sales-hypnotist is very fun and well-written here)#(would be very happy to see this gentleman in my doorstep)
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“Do you even wanna be hypnotized??” I ask, as you struggle against the wrist and ankle restraints to your brainwashing chair.
“MmMmmf!”
“I told you, I can’t understand you when you’re mumbling like that. If you want to speak, take the gag off.”
“Mmf.”
“Here. I’ll hold your head still so you can focus on the spiral, okay?”
“MMM! Mmmf… Mmm… mm…”
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June
As Summer arrives in June, so too does that tremendous heat. It’s unbearable, and before long, you find yourself begging for an escape…
What better way to cool down than an extended stay at your slime boyfriend’s place? Embraced by the touch of his cool body, waves of slime pulling you towards cooling bliss, your world spinning into a daze as you let yourself become one with him as he forms himself to hold you close…
Sure, prolonged contact with his body brings on a very different sort of heat, but it’s nothing he can’t take care of for you~
#bawdy posts#my writing#reupload#hypnosis#hypnokink#mind control#slime boy#monster boy#(i find it somewhat ironic i'm reuploading the drabbles i wrote last june in may)#(also GOD does revisiting this make me yearn for a slime boyfriend like hot damn)
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Imp you are driving me up a wall rn this is so goooood. The desperation between them, the driving urge to embrace one another in total, the maddening passion!
That's hot.
Thinking about love potions but specifically when the person knows they’ve taken it and the rapidly growing obsession that is overwhelming them is driving them fucking insane ❤️
#reblog#queue your mind#hypnosis#hypnokink#love potion#(i am so down bad for characters being in complete obsession with one another it's so good)
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Oooh this is good! The idea of a "Love Concentrate" is very interesting, and I'm a sucker for the idea of it compounding the longer it goes unsatisfied.
Thinking about love potions but specifically when the person knows they’ve taken it and the rapidly growing obsession that is overwhelming them is driving them fucking insane ❤️
#reblog#queue your mind#hypnosis#hypnokink#love potion#(the part about it making the victim become increasingly ill makes me imagine it as a status effect in a game)#(call that a bad case of lovesick)
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Eros this is so good I absolutely adore the expression here with Lapis. The texture of the lines is absolutely delicious
making art for my inspirations as i go, while also trying to be less shy about it - here's some fanart for @/llazuliart on twitter
#reblog#queue your mind#hypnosis#hypnokink#coils#(i'm a sucker for pencil sketch-style lineart)#(this is damn good food)
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Mess
Look at you... Look at you!
So confused, so frustrated, surrounded by noise – that unbearable noise! You don’t know what to think, do you?
I can help with that.
We’ll get rid of those pesky thoughts, first. Eliminate the noise from your mind so you can focus properly. Then, we’ll scrub your head clean with a good brainwash, trashing all the junk you don’t need while keeping the things that matter.
By the time we’re finished, I’ll unveil the new 'You'. Don’t worry about payments, you can work it off as my new pet.
So… Do we have a deal?
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Meet Syla!
Syla is a sunny lamia who loves slithers on the beach and ice cream. She’s a confident sort, who believes that with her outlook on life, she can make almost anything happen. Although she’s somewhat of a hopeless romantic, her sunny disposition is unwavering at every turn, especially when a potential lover has caught her hypnotic eye.
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About time I posted about her! Here's Syla, an OC I adopted from Jack_Munchy back in January and haven't been able to do much with for a number of reasons. Among them being busy with college and also writing and rewriting her full profile until I was satisfied: Which you can find Here on My DeviantArt Page!
I've got a number of different stories in development atm, but this Summer I really want to work with her and give her a few stories (maybe even commission some art with her if I can scrounge up some spare bucks)
Special thanks again to Jack_Munchy for the wonderful character!
#bawdy posts#queue your mind#character profile#syla sahilitore#lamia#naga#snake girl#monster girl#(i'd include the full-length profile here but the depth of detail i went into would make for a pretty long post)#(but uhhh if anyone wants to ask me some questions about her feel free to hit me up!)#(anyways next on the block should be the sequel to slimy suspicions)
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I’m going to hypnotize you into thinking you’re a perfect machine for me…
Not for sex stuff, I’m scamming my investors into thinking I’m an expert in robotics. I’m going to hypnotize them into thinking you’re a real robot too during the next demonstration.
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Damn good stuff but it's missing an even more important question: would they take a love potion to join you in your growing obsession?
Thinking about love potions but specifically when the person knows they’ve taken it and the rapidly growing obsession that is overwhelming them is driving them fucking insane ❤️
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I think a bunch of us Hypno-writers should do a challenge where we all get one sentence to write a story based off and then a word limit.
So, like, the sentence is “Wait, no, don’t look into the spiral!” And then we all write like 300 words or less based on that. Maybe we also only have a week to do it and then everyone publishes it on the same day.
Imagine how different each and every story would be!
Let me know if anyone would be interested in doing something like this!
#reblog#queue your mind#hypnokink#(reblogging this to help spread the word)#(i'm a sucker for a good challenge and this sounds very fun!)
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Serenity
You’d come to the Lake to ease your anxiety, but somehow, you had a feeling the angry Water Spirit you’d disturbed hadn’t done them any favors.
Try as you might escape her wrath, you couldn’t fight off the mighty waves she summoned to strike you, finding yourself in her watery hold where everything felt… right.
There was something about being held by her, at the mercy of this being you knew was greater than you, that made all your worries float downstream. It made you realize you were meant to serve someone like her, who filled your life with serenity.
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The Gift That I Adore
It had been some time since her love had left.
Adora lay comfortably inside the Lamia’s Den, sprawled atop the great stone slab her lover used to bask in the sun’s rays and warm themself up. It wasn’t the most comfortable piece of furniture, but it hardly mattered to Adora. She spent most of her days wrapped snugly in her love’s coils, blissfully unaware of the world around her.
She had long forgotten her old life. Truth be told, there wasn’t much worth remembering. The only thing worthwhile she could recall was just how unfulfilled she was, and how wonderful it felt to be noticed by Karam.
Karam~
The Lamia had been so kind to her. Her first memory of her scaly love had been when they rescued her from that awful village. She’d objected at first, but once Karam showed her what she was missing, all the natural beauty and splendor of the world the village had kept from her, she could hardly imagine leaving their side.
She was alone, now. Her love had gone on a long journey across the jungle but had promised to be back as soon as they could.
That had been some time ago, and an incessant need had slowly crept into her mind. She tossed about the warm stone, desperate for her love’s touch to return to her once more. Oh, how Adora missed them so — the toned scales of their coils, the dazzling look of their eyes, those syrupy sweet whispers that hissed love into her ears… Adora let out an aching moan at the thought of her love, imagining the brilliant bliss that might come upon their return.
A faint hiss filled the air, dripping into the cavernous den and slithering its way back to Adora’s mind. She froze, though her mind begged to move closer to the slithery source of the noise. Her eyes darted about before locking on to a familiar-looking tail descending from the ceiling, the green scales along its length glistening like morning dew on leaves. She silently screamed at herself to greet her love, though remained transfixed where she rightfully belonged atop their lovely bed.
The tail swung tauntingly in the air, toying with the young woman as she sat shivering with anticipation. Her eyes remained on it as it swayed back and forth, back and forth, drawing her focus like a pendulum. Whimpers escaped Adora’s lips like steam from a kettle, desperate for her love to quit their toying with her and indulge her after spending so long apart.
Despite this, her body remained frozen in place, her eyes darting side-to-side as they followed the path of that gleaming tail. She was so caught up in their tail that she didn’t notice her lovely lamia sneaking up behind her, hissing with delight at the sight of her loyalty.
Adora gasped as a forked tongue slithered its way into her ear, only to choke up as the evergreen tail descended upon her, claiming her chin for itself. Any sense of composure melted as Karam caressed her head with both hand and scale, her body writhing in desire as euphoria flooded down her spine. Soft lips kissed their way down her neck, and Adora murmured in relief as she came undone at her lover’s touch.
“Misssss me?” Karam hissed toyingly. Adora nodded eagerly as their coils descended from above to roam over her ample body. The scaly green muscle surrounded her, just as eager to bind her to their touch as she was to surrender to their pure bliss. “Good girl, I misssssed you too.”
The lamia took her face in hand and planted a needy kiss upon her lips, their forked tongue darting forth from the lamia’s lips and slithering its way into her open mouth. Twin moans erupted from the pair of lovers with wanton regard as Karam wrapped their way around Adora’s tongue, coiling the prize within just as they’d done to the rest of her.
Adora’s eyes rolled back, overwhelmed with love and emotion after having been kept touch-starved for so long. Karam’s deep kiss tasted sweet as chocolate as they laid conquest to her lovely mouth, before withdrawing to leave her panting for more. The self-satisfied glint in their eyes spoke loudly for the lamia, pleased at the sight of their love unraveling within her coily cocoon. “Pleassse, darling,” they hissed, brushing their hand along her cheek, “It’sss been ssso long sssince I’ve had a good look at you.”
The young woman’s eyes drew forward, as Karam’s gaze transformed into a swirl of color. This was the beauty and splendor she had long missed out on in the village, a natural wonder greater than anything man could ever dream of. Adora’s eyes erupted in bliss, mirroring that hypnotic stare in a union of color.
Karam grinned — there was something so adorable about their love when she became like this, unwound and untethered to the stress of the world around her, enjoying the peace they provided her.
A Peace they now could provide for always and always, now and forever more~
“I have a gift for you, my sssweet,” Karam hissed into Adora’s ear. “Sssomething I know you’ll enjoy~” Adora blushed — no gift could be better than the lamia’s love, but if Karam insisted, she could hardly turn away their affections.
The serpent-folk kissed their love on the cheek before, almost like magic, producing a golden necklace from their coils. Its golden chains glimmered in the light, slithering down in intricate patterns towards the pendant at its center — a crystal, as green as Karam.
Adora whimpered as the coils around her neck withdrew, but was silenced as Karam rubbed her chin with a hiss. “I underssstand I cannot alwaysss be here to bring you peace of mind,” they smiled, adorning the necklace around her blissfully nodding neck, “But at leassst thisss will keep you pleasssured~”
The necklace locked in place around her neck, the green crystal glowing as bright as a star as its power flowed into Adora. She gasped as before her eyes a green effigy of Karam erupted into being, as perfect as her love envisioned them. In an instant, it ensnared her within its light, pouring into her with such bliss and dazzling brilliance she had never seen on such a scale. Her mind drank in its loving embrace, intoxicated by that green glow that kept her utterly enthralled in its enchantment.
Outside her mind, Adora grinned peacefully within the binding hug of her lover, silently cooing as every so often Karam’s effigy toyed within her mind. Karam grinned, hissing sweet nothings into her mind as they cuddled into their love. They may not always be there to sate Adora’s needs, but they could sleep soundly knowing she would always be adored.
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Wow. Thanks for helping me with that Gifted Kid Syndrome
from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator ☆
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One of these days, I'm gonna sit down and write some Goddamn Valveplug HypnoFic.
Unfortunately, today is not one of these days.
#rambles#(i'd say it's because i'm working on my backlog -- WHICH I AM -- but i'm also going to the movies with family sooo yeah)#(for real tho something has been itching at me to write something with the funny robot war criminals)#(they're my absolute blorbos and i want to subject them to the funny mind beams)#(shout out to all the hypno valveplug artists & writers out there for making the dream happen)
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