#hypnosis whump

[whumpsoda]

i raise you, a vampire that always keeps their thrall in a sleepy/blissful state cause they think it’s endearing. especially since the thrall was previously a ball of anxiety that couldn’t relax whatsoever before the vampire intervened

WOHEO Masterlist

God, yes!! This is so good, thank you!!

cw: vampire whumper, human whumpee, hypnosis

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“How did you…?” the vampire watched as Malak clung to the couch, desperate to keep himself from toppling over. 

“I- please- I don’t-” the human’s eyes widened, his breath becoming frantic and short as he attempted to speak. His lip quivered, matching the tremble of his pale hands. 

Malak’s head throbbed, discombobulated and out of order from the whirlwind consuming him. It was as if he’d been pulled from a trance of heavenly paradise, suddenly unraveling the strings of his brain. Somehow, someway he couldn’t seem to grasp, he’d escaped the clutches of a mind-bending monster, one out to steal his autonomy to the highest degree.

Overwhelmed with the only urge to escape, one that had been weakened by the vampire’s strength, he had done his very best to obey. Fighting against his strangely heavy and uncoordinated body, he had tried so hard. A voice pounded in his head, screaming at him to liberate himself. 

Adrastus took a step forward, their hands held out to the other man in a comforting manner. “Darling, what happened?” Immediately, Malak attempted to run, instead slipping on his own feet, his legs far cumbersome to operate successfully.

Hitting the chill, wood flooring, an unfamiliar strike of pain cut through him. A whimper escaped his salty lips, wet from tears previously cascading down his red cheeks. In the blink of an eye, a pair of perfectly polished boots appeared level with his gaze.

He squealed, attempting to escape again, unsuccessfully. The sleepy weight of his body allowed for little movement, and thus he was easily captured by the monster. Inhumanly strong arms wrapped around his abdomen, lifting Malak into the arms of the vampire with a huff.

He desperately attempted to thrash in their hold, to no avail. While much too disoriented to resist successfully, Adrastus giggled at their discomfort. “It’s alright darling, I’m here now.” They soothed, inciting only more wiggling. They casually made their way around the couch, unbothered by the struggling man in their arms. 

Malak’s head spun, the concoction of anxiousness and panic twisting in his stomach. A jumble of thoughts overwhelmed him, incomprehensibly spiraling in his brain. He sputtered unintelligibly, coherent words melting on his tongue.

Adrastus plopped onto one cushion, gently sitting Malak on their lap. Before allowing the human a chance to make any move, no matter how feeble, they softly trailed a calming hand from Malak’s forehead, down to his chin, silencing their human immediately. “Hush, sweetie. No need to worry, I’ll fix you up, easy peasy.” They flashed the human a fang-filled smile.

Instantly, Malak’s brain liquified into a pile of goop. The whirlwind of awareness ceased, leaving only the commanding touch of the vampire. 

Adrastus slipped their hand from Malak’s back, gingerly draping him across their own lap. A wave of pleasure washed over him, settling and returning with each motion of Adrastus’ nimble fingers combing through his hair, lightly scratching at the surface of his scalp. With each repeat, the cloud in his mind only grew foggier, hazed with overwhelming bliss.

Drowsily, Malak adjusted his position, shifting his head to lay on Adrastus’ slender legs. “All better now, right?” In return, they merely received the slightest of a nod. 

“I’m so glad. I mean, I’m shocked as well!” Adrastus pinched at their human’s cheek sweetly. “How could such a feeble little mind like yours escape my power? I haven’t seen you remotely lucid in months!” they exclaimed.

The words simply flew right over Malak’s head, too enraptured in the urge to sleep to pay much attention. Absentmindedly, he grunted, and nuzzled closer into the lush fabric of the vampire’s sweater, basking in the warmth. “So sluggish, aren’t you? Just a sleepy little boy. A good little thrall.” They let out a light chuckle, continuing to pet their thrall to unconsciousness.

“My sleepy little boy, my good little thrall.” Malak’s heart practically soared at the praise. To his delight, Adrastus pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re just adorable, all dazed and disoriented. I wouldn’t prefer my thrall any other way.”

“I mean, you enjoy it too don’t you? I can’t imagine how it must have felt escaping from such a long period of mindless bliss. Snapping into awareness must have been so terrifying.” Pouting, Adrastus delicately swiped away the last slick tear from Malak’s red cheeks. “That’s why you can’t let that happen again, alright? I couldn’t imagine what you did to allow your consciousness so close to the surface, but surely you’ve learned your lesson now?”

Malak nodded eagerly, shaken over the idea of displeasing the vampire. “Such confusing emotions of fear and distress just aren’t fit for a thrall as cute as you!” A wide, dull-eyed smile couldn’t help but spread across the human’s face. 

“Must’ve just been all that anxiousness stirring inside that tummy of yours. I'll be sure to arrange that a similar situation does not arise again.” The assurance was comforting, yet Malak couldn’t help but sense a slight anguish stirring inside him.

#asks :) #Don’t know how much I like this but I really wanted to get it done #whump #whumpblr #pet whump #Hypnosis whump #vampire whump #whump writing #My writing #vampire whumper #human whumpee #Malak oc #Adrastus oc #we only have each other

[kabie-whump]

Hi! I started following you recently and I LOVE your writing!!! May I make a request? I'd love to see your take on a yandere vampire whumper keeping a darling human whumpee in captivity. Maybe they see Whumpee as both a bloodbag and a companion/pet?

Only if you want to!!

Thanks so much! I'm sorry this took so long but I finally found time to come back to this! All hail spring break!

Content: hypnosis, ex-vampire hunter whumpee, pet/bloodbag whumpee, intimate whumper, vampire whumper, memory loss, gaslighting

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"Is there someone outside?"

Surprised, Whumper glances down at Whumpee, who blinks groggily as they wake. They usually stay out for longer after Whumper feeds on them. Maybe the noise woke them.

Whumper runs their fingers through Whumpee's hair. "Yes, darling. Someone's trying to take you away from me again. But don't worry - my hounds are taking care of it."

There's a distant, muffled scream. Whumpee flinches, their eyes going wide as they sit up. They'd left a dark patch of drool in the fabric of Whumper's pants, but Whumper doesn't mind at all.

"Wait... I know that voice. Who's out there?"

Whumper acts quickly, grabbing Whumpee's face and turning them to force eye contact. They can't let their most treasured companion remember that those humans used to be their friends; that Whumpee used to be a vampire hunter along with them.

"No one important," Whumper insists, pouring a sprinkle of magic into their words. "They're bad people. They want to take you away and hurt you."

It's always so cute to watch the effects of the hypnosis weigh Whumpee down, relaxing their anxious mind. Their pupils dilate until the color of Whumpee's eyes shows in only barely visible rings. Their breathing slows down. Their shoulders slump.

"'Kay," Whumpee whispers. "Sorry. I... got confused."

Whumper presses a kiss to their forehead. "It's alright, pet. I'll take care of everything. No need to worry. No need to even think."

Whumpee nods sleepily, allowing Whumper to pick up their wrist and examine the fresh bite mark. It's already scabbing over nicely. Whumper doesn't like biting their wrists, but their neck is so covered in marks now that they'll have to wait for some of those bites to heal before they can make more.

"Does it hurt?" Whumper asks as they kiss right next to the wound.

Whumpee shrugs, then nods. "A little," they admit. "I'm dizzy."

"Aw, I'm so sorry. You know I hate having to hurt you, don't you?"

"You'll die otherwise, right?" Whumpee asks hopefully. "You need me?"

"Yes. I need you to keep me alive, and you need me to keep you calm. You're much better off as my companion than you were before."

Whumpee's brow creases. "What was I before? I don't remember."

Whumper hums, pulling Whumpee into a gentle hug. "No one at all, dearest." Definitely not one of the city's most renouned vampire hunters, they think with a smirk. "No one at all."

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#whump #whump community #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump ideas #whumpee #vampire whump #intimate whumper #hypnosis whump #brainwashing #cw blood #pet whumpee #bloodbag whumpee #vampire whumper #whump ask

[whumpbees]

Whumpees getting hypnotized. They're not aware of it- Probably having been happening mostly at night when they're half asleep and already so susceptable, and it helps that they get told to forget after. They don't even realize.

Until they try to be defiant, push whumper just a little bit too far, and they make a subtle hand gesture..

And whumpee sinks, mind going blank and empty at the same time their knees hit the floor.

#honey posts #whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #hypnosis whump #hypnosis #defiant whumpee #conditioning whump #conditioned whumpee

[ohwrite]

Lonesome part two

Part one

CW: intimate whumper, hypnosis I guess? I tried to do it but I have no idea what I’m doing, oh and captivity, dubcon touching

Their vision blurred, hero mumbles something not quite heard, slowly waking up in an unfamiliar room. Turning to the side, they lock eyes with villain.

“Good morning, love~ well, it’s actually evening, you slept a while!”

Hero grumbles, trying to stretch but finding their arms and legs tied down. They panic, straining against the bonds that only tighten as the struggle goes on. After a few moments they give up struggling, and look up at their nemesis.

“Why? Why have you got me here, what do you want?”

‘Why did you touch me like that?’ goes unspoken.

“Is it so hard to imagine that I noticed your desperation for comfort and took you in?”

Hero glares.

“You bound me up. That doesn’t seem very comforting.”

Villain tsks and removes the bonds, enveloping Hero in a tight hug.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d run, but I think even if you want to now, that that won’t last long~”

Mind fuzzy from the warmth and touch of another human, hero simply hums and leans in. They know the other boot will fall soon, surely the catch is coming.

“It’s so hard to resist something you need so deeply isn’t it, love~? You’re already giving in, aren’t you? And it feels so good~”

Circles and lines are rubbed gently into hero’s back, it feels like nothing but the two of them exists here. Hero contemplates thanking villain for this, but stops themselves.

Villain continues to murmur soft promises of attention and love, little praises and tight hugs. Hero feels so loved. Hero feels so happy. Hero feels so much like they would do anything to stay like this. Right? They do feel this way, surely that’s good, surely if they’re good… surely…

#whump #heroes and villains #hero whumpee #intimate whumper #dubcon touch #hypnosis whump #<- but badly written

[justletmereadmywhump]

I love hypnosis whump. That blank look in their eyes, the drowsy thoughts. Just watching whumpee squirm and fight aimlessly against the control. Why should they, anyways? It’s so nice, it’s so relaxing. They should really just give in already.

#whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #whump ideas #whumpblr #Hypnosis whump #Hehehehhe

[painsandconfusion]

Whumpee was taken by a magical whumper. They were shackled in an obedience spell fo the longest time, but when caretaker broke them out and broke the spell, things snapped mack to normal for the most part.

When caretaker accidentally stumbles on the trigger word for their hypnosis-based obedience, whumpee snaps right back to it, glassy eyed and headed for the door.

Off to find whumper again.

#idk have a prompt #hypnosis #magical whumper #hypnosis whump #magical whump #reconditioning #conditioned whumpee #not exactly but its gonna hit the same triggers for blockign purpouses

[abhainnwhump]

Whumpers who use musical stage performance to hypnotize their audience and Whumpee. Meanwhile Caretaker is immune and horrified over the whole show as they try to snap Whumpee out of it.

Inspired by this video:

#can you guys tell I really REALLY like musicals? #bonus points if Whumper is flamboyant as shit #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpblr #creepy whumper #whump tropes #hypnotized whumpee #hypnosis whump #creepy/intimate whumper #intimate whumper #mind control whump #protective caretaker #caretaker turned whumpee #I love musical songs and chorography so much #Youtube

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpee never knows which side of Whumper they're getting. Is it the softer version of Whumper, who likes to control them through hynosis and gentle touches and whispered praise? Or is it the version they get on Whumper's bad days, who beats Whumpee bruised and bloody even though they've promised to be obedient? The unexpectedness is part of the torture in itself.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump writing #hypnosis whump #physical whump #injury whump #soft whump #whump scenario #requests open

[scratchandplaster]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 6 - "You lied to me"

CW: parental Whumper, hypnosis, emotional manipulation, interrogation, conditioning

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"There are still plenty of thoughts inside your head, so let's get them in order."

Shepard was intently focused on his son. Above now dried tear tracks, his unblinking attention denied Ben to be unguarded for even one second, whilst his assertive but nevertheless mellow tone carried him along a carved-out path.

Possessive strokes down his back dragged him further: "Down, just down, always deeper down. We can't choose our sorrows, but you can choose to let them go for a moment, to let me help forget them. Follow my lead."

In and out, it was impossible to resist the pace he was taught so well.

"I would count you down, but you know all my old tricks."

Shepard was not naive, he had to be extremely lucky that his charade still worked after all these months Reuben spent on his own, poisoning his mind and spirit out in the world. That he still responded obediently to the suggestions of the past was a goddamn miracle. One he would gladly use to its full potential.

"Remember all the times we did this before," Shepard repeated for good measure. So many, many times, half of which Ben couldn't even recall. Today was far from the first instance he helped to quiet his ward's nettled thoughts.

It was about time to rectify old lies.

"You always knew where Lukas was, though we both know you claimed otherwise," Shepard sighed low, "Will you tell me now?"

The soft face on his shoulder began to stir back to wakefulness, his bottom lip scrunched up in painful guilt. Rough start.

"Shh, forget that, it was a stupid question. You did nothing wrong." Comforting reassurance and soft circles drawn onto his temples helped to smooth out any risen qualm. "I know it's difficult for you to stay alert during this state, so I'm keeping this easy for us. Just Yes or No from now on, you don't even have to say a word."

Reuben showed himself more agreeable and leaned back against him.

"Is Lukas doing well?"

A small nod. Good.

"Is he eating enough? You know how he always skips breakfast."

Again, Ben nodded against the rough wool of Shepard's sweater while the same tediously tried to keep this interview on track: he could embrace his success later, when both of his sons were near him again. However, the abandoned father was ready to reap the fruits of his endeavor.

"Do you want to tell me where he is?"

Ben quickly shook his head. No, not yet.

"Mhh, I understand."

It felt horrible how easy it was to make him tell the truth, but Shepard had no interest nor intention to question his parenting methods at the moment. He knew exactly what limits confined them: he couldn't make Reuben do or forget anything he didn't want to, at least if he failed to be persuasive enough.

Shepard's boy was easy to read and just as simple as he was loyal to both his brother and father. But not in equal parts, Shepard was at a certain disadvantage he ought to correct. 

Children like them were too inept for the world outside the settlement, so it was no wonder Reuben merely crumpled under the first selfless act of affection in a long time. If his forgiveness was not given freely, Shepherd could just rip it from his fragile heart. For both their peace of mind, nothing else.

"You know how much I love you, both of you."

The shake of Ben's head said it all. It hadn't even been a question, but the blunt answer pricked nonetheless.

"Oh, well, I love you more than the world. I did everything to get you back!" Shepard mused softly, "If not me, what about the rest of our family?"

Kind memories of the people who waited for him outside rinsed Ben of any stray thoughts and drifted with him into the depths. He never wanted to hurt any of them with his decisions. 

"Did you miss us?"

Ben affirmed this shyly, grabbing a corner of Shepard's sweater.

"You are safe here, right?"

A nod.

"You are safe with me."

At the claim, Ben's head rolled around aimlessly, as if he was trying to stir awake again. Shepard tutted; this was a tricky one.

"You are here with me and the others, all together. We watch out for each other, we keep each other secure."

Yes, this made sense. Through the pleasant, thick fog that filled his head, Ben knew it to be sincere.

"Here, you are safe. With us, you are safe."

Safe...together. He couldn't possibly disagree with these smooth words.

"You are safe and loved by us all, we were awaiting your return. Always putting an extra plate on the dinner table for when you decide to come back." 

Shepard had to endure countless days of waiting before accepting that his youngest would stay gone. He had searched for him for so long it made him sick with fear, not knowing if his sons were hurt or fraternizing with God knows what kind of people. Yet, he didn't want for Reuben to realize the damage he had caused, not when he was so calm and open for the right input. 

"And today our wishes were granted!"

Warmth, safety, love. Encased by these sensations, Ben's mind caught itself slipping into easy relaxation once again.

"Can you say it for me, can you tell me that you're safe and loved?"

"'m safe and loved," he slurred quietly against the wool. It felt good to be here in his dad's arms, it felt right.

"That's my boy, I knew we could stand above the past." 

Shepard's sweet promises hugged his exhausted soul, he was too tired of hiding, adapting, changing. They tried to teach Ben what to say and what to hide out there, but the only thing he understood was to never be himself; another truth nobody could ever tell his brother. He remembered exactly how angry and disappointed Luke loved to get with him.

Cupping his face carefully, Shepard pushed him to sit straight up: "Open your eyes."

With a wide, empty stare but not awake in the slightest, Ben continued to sway back and forth. He was unsure what Dad wanted from him and too dizzy to care, silently begging to be allowed back into the stream of soft, dark dreaminess. Tears collected at the corners of his eyes, but Shepard was far from done with him: "Ben, tell me what you are when you're with us."

"I'm safe and I'm loved," tumbled from his lips without thinking twice about it.

"Yes, you are." Relief washed over Ben like a tsunami: he didn't do anything wrong after all, nobody hated him here.

"Now close these heavy eyes and relax."

As he sagged back down, the inward pull doubled its force. He felt that the soap bubble his brain had become threatened to pop. Too much to focus on, nothing to think about, clutching onto the inner peace Dad had so kindly given him. 

"We all love you so much. Missing is too weak a word to explain how desperately we wanted you back. You are always wanted here." 

Every word was law.

Shepard should feel dirty at using Reuben's obvious weaknesses so bluntly against him, but not today. Today they would celebrate his return and plan the one they enjoyed as soon as the other prodigal son decided to come home. A selfish sting inside Shepard's heart forced the next question out: "Did you miss me?"

A final nod made tears run down Ben's face. Shepard hugged him tighter, as if he never intended to let go again:

"I missed you too, starshine, it's going to be alright. Everything falls into place when we are together."

Numb with joy, Ben felt too tired to hold on to the present any longer, a problem his father gladly helped him with: "Sleep now, sleep and let my words manifest as truth in your mind."

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist]

@febuwhump

#whump #whumpblr #creative writing #whump community #whump drabble #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday6 #recapture #Carewhumper #touchstarved Whumpee #dubcon touching #love bombing #parental Whumper #cult setting #mind control #hypnosis whump #emotional manipulation #referenced past abuse #hangover #alcohol #scars #conditioned Whumpee #regretful Whumper #conditioning

[whump-on-a-string]

My dude does your vampire OC have a name? I need to know because I love them

They don't have a name unfortunately. I kinda drew them as a one-off for those 2 silly doodles. I saw Vox Machina vampire charm shenanigans and that looked fun to draw so I drew a random little vampire friend.

I do enjoy them. Maybe I should name them and draw them more.

They're a bit pathetic really. I imagine whoever turned them into a vampire is immensely disappointed, or thoroughly entertained by their antics.

#vampire #sillyposting #my art #ask #hypnosis whump #OC #original #Elliot

[whumpsoda]

A Weak Mind

I’m going insane I’ve been writing so much lately it’s crazy

I reallyyy like this one, so I hope you enjoy!

I wrote a part two as well :D Part two

cw: restraints, mild cursing, hypnosis/conditioning, pet whump

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Villain couldn’t move.

The countless restraints made sure of that.

They also ensured his instinctive panic upon gaining back consciousness. He struggled, fought against the leather straps, but of course the fight was futile. Even while squirming so determinedly, he was stuck.

Almost immediately upon his awakening, the room echoed with boisterous screams and shouts. Some were made from confusion, some anger. “Where am I!? What the fuck’s going on!? Let me out! Let me out! I’m going to fucking kill you!” Furious spittle flew from his mouth.

He could barely make out the area around him, only being able to make out a few cluttered tables. Villain continued spitting malicious roars at seemingly nothing.

Minutes passed.

So many minutes, he had no way of telling how many. 

His voice had become hoarse and strangled from the screaming. His words were slowing, quieting, coming to a stop. No one was there. He was alone in a strange place, strapped rigidly to an uncomfortable chair.

“Just fucking… show yourself already… asshole…” No response.

A click.

Villain would’ve looked if he could, but the noise came from behind him, and his head was currently not allowed that type of movement. Or any, really. 

His raspy voice picked up slightly. “Fight me… dickhead…” The determined steps approached closer, until the mysterious figure had walked right past him, practically ignoring the man strapped to the chair.

As the figure walked past, Villain caught a mumble stumbling from the figure’s lips. “Fuck. I missed the best part.” In return Villain forced his voice to return out of pure rage, but continued insults did nothing to catch the attention of the person rummaging around the room. 

A faint hand reached to the ceiling, and with another slight click a singular lightbulb lit across the room. Villain could make out the person a bit better now, their stretched frame, their long silky dark hair. Every step of theirs was determined, made with purpose as they circled around several locations. 

Superhero.

“Hey, fucker-”

“Hush. I’ll be with you in a minute.” Villain recoiled. She was speaking to him as if he were an elementary school child. 

The woman flicked a simple switch, and blue light cast upon the room. Half of one entire wall was filled top to bottom by what appeared to be some sort of giant computer. Superhero mumbled to herself comfortably, as if there wasn’t a man subdued in a chair mere feet away. “Where’s that setting… ah, here it is.” They carefully turned several notches on a large dial.

Villain was quiet, too quiet. He couldn’t ignore the fear anymore, his voice wouldn’t conjure up noise any longer. So many terrified thoughts ran through his mind, blocking out the fact that the woman was now walking his direction. 

She had something wrapped delicately in her hands, a mask-like object. Wires sprouted from all sides, running to who knows where. 

She lifted the bulky box up to Villain’s face, easily slipping it over his head despite his struggles. “Hey, hey! What the hell is going on!? Get this shit off of me!” The mask felt like a mix between a pair of goggles and a VR headset, enveloping his vision and nose. His vision was filled with complete darkness.

A finger rested over his thin lips, ceasing his yells. “Hush. It’ll be okay soon.” Villain could only hear the person’s steps stalking around the room, now. 

Seconds later, he heard yet another mechanical click.

His vision was overwhelmed by a bright lavender light. Villain urgently squeezed his eyes tight, refusing to open them. As he sat there, the color trying to seep into his eyeballs, a pair of bulky headphones slipped over his ears, and nimble fingers began massaging his head.

He could hear faint voices at first, or maybe all the same one, he couldn’t tell. Not until they grew louder, and louder. They blocked out any of his thoughts, a tight grasp leaking into his brain. 

Most of the voices Villain did not recognize. One of them though, the very loudest, he definitely did.

“Hero…?”

“Open your eyes, Villain. Let the light in. It’s meant to help, Villain, it won’t hurt. Open your eyes.” All of the voices robotically chanted the same words in his ears, constantly looping back to the beginning.

Villain held back, he held back as long as he could possibly manage, but soon, he wanted to do it. To open his eyes. He wanted to see it. His curiosity got the best of him. At least that’s what he believed. 

As soon as his eyes fluttered open, he never wanted to shut them again. He couldn’t even make out the images, the words. His brain was clouding, the visuals taking a hold on him.

As soon as his eyes opened, the voices picked up. “Good, Villain, so good. Such a good boy.” An intense, pleasurable feeling spread throughout Villain’s body upon the praise. The scratching upon his head mixed with the traveling feeling felt better than anything ever had before. It had to have been the most enjoyable feeling he had ever felt. It felt like heaven.

Villain yearned for more.

He continued to focus on the screen, the words and imagery becoming clearer and clearer. He was so focused, so obsessed.

“Focus, Villain. Relax, focus.” His body cuddled into the chair, it’s once uncomfortable feel being replaced with an unhealthily beautiful one. “Focus, Villain. You’re doing so well, so good. Read the words, Villain, repeat them.” 

The words began to spill out of Villain like water. 

“Obedience.”

Good.

“Submissive.”

Good boy.

“Do…cile.”

Good boy, Villain.

“Oh…obediencccceee…”

Good boy, Villain.

“Sub… submisshivvvee…”

Good boy, Villain.

“Da… da-docillllleee…”

Good boy, Villain.

“Pettt...”

Good boy, Pet.

The constant praise was filling his senses completely, overriding everything else, liquefying his brain. The pleasure he felt was constant and unimaginable. The words, the voices, the ideas, mixed together in a mix of marvelous pleasure. 

Any previous feelings of fear or anger had melted away so long ago, not even an afterthought to Villain. He wanted this. He wanted the good feels. He wanted it to continue forever. Submitting didn’t feel so bad anymore.

Each new flashing image, surrounded by the tender purple color, pulled Villain in deeper. His brain was melting, turning to mush. He couldn’t think. He shouldn’t think.

He didn’t want to think.

The words didn’t make sense anymore. To him the images were now accompanied by symbols completely foreign to him. The meaningless words though, they pulled him in, comforted him.

The voices continued, whispering sounds, some nonsensically to him, just like the words on the screen.

Except on the screen and in the voices, there were a few he could make out. The words he did understand, the ones he wanted to.

Obedient, submissive, docile.

Sit, stay, rollover.

Good boy.

Sweet pet.

They swirled in his mind, plastered across the walls of his brain. 

Villain sniffed vigorously. A scent had been released in front of him, released from the mask. He was caught completely in the familiar smell that filled his nose. 

“Sweet pet. Be so good for me won’t you? Your best behavior?” It was just one voice now ringing through his ears. The familiar voice. The one that had constantly remained the loudest. 

The scent matched the voice perfectly, causing Villain’s head to go wild.

“Heeeroooooo…” His voice didn’t even feel like his anymore. 

The voice, the scent, the words.

He could muster no thoughts, his head empty and smooth, enforced by the firm massaging of delicate fingers.

The imagery looped, so did the familiar words. Over and over again. The many voices returned behind the main one, filling his ears. Villain had no desire for it to end, not a drop in his whole body. 

His being was encased in a pure sense of bliss, relishing in the sweet buzz of the voice.

As soon as it had started, the experience stopped. Villain barely even noticed, his mind too compromised to understand. The fingers lifted from his hair, the headphones  gently being slipped off. The mask stayed on.

“What are you?” Villain recognized the voice instantly, one of the many that had been feeding him praises only moments ago.

He wasted no time mulling over a response.

“Pppetttt…” his words were slurred, coated in a fuzzy glaze.

“Who do you belong to, Pet?”

“Hhheerrrooooo…” Each time an automatic response exited his mouth, a feeling of intense satisfaction spiked inside him once again.

“Good boy. You’ve done so well, Hero will be so pleased. We only have a little more to go.”

Villain’s smile, desperate for the praise, stretched.

“Once you can’t so much as speak, it’ll all be over.

You’ll be fixed.”

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Soon enough, the mask finally slipped from his flushed cheeks.

Villain had no idea how long it had been, hours, days, maybe even weeks, the concept of time no longer carrying any meaning to him.

As the restraints he had gotten so used to were all unclipped, his whole body slumped, sliding out of the chair and onto the tiled flooring. He stationed himself on all fours, instinctively. Villain’s eyes sat half-lidded, heavy after being open for so long. He was still, prepared for instruction.

A thin, tall mirror was stationed several feet in front of him. Superhero was positioned next to it, guiding his eyes into the reflection. Someone, the one staring back at him, looked unruly and unkempt. Their hair was a mess, their clothes wrinkled and slipping. Their eyes were hollow, blank. Something sat on around their neck, something thick and irritating. 

A dog collar.

Villain didn’t even comprehend the fact that it was himself he was looking at.

“Do you like it?” No response. The words meant nothing to him, not registering in his feeble mind. “Too easy,” the person flipped around, stepping to a hook on the wall. They slipped a long, thin piece of fabric off, with a clip on the end. “I was really hoping for more of a fight.

At least I’ve got a wonderful gift for hero.”

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[oliversrarebooks]

listen to my Voice, hero

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, intimate whumper, restraints, corruption

Are your bonds comfortable, Hero? I wouldn't want to cause any damage to your precious muscles and nerves. You are the city's shining hope, after all. Or at least, you have been until now.

Good, now we can have a proper chat. You can just listen carefully to everything I have to say. 

Oh, don't glare at me like that. How many times have we clashed now? And every time you manage to resist my lovely compelling Voice just enough to stop my plans, just enough so that I must escape by the skin of my teeth. You must have known it might come to this eventually, a time when my compulsions are too strong for you to fight, a time when my Voice finally brings you to your knees.

I've been training, dear hero, training especially for you. Training for you, because you're really the only one in this city worth controlling. You're better than all of them. We both know that. And I know how you feel about me, because I've seen the look in your eyes when my compulsions take hold of your pretty little mind.

No, no, be quiet. Be quiet.That's it, there you are. Oh, the delicious expression on your face when I use my Voice on you. I'll never get enough of it.

Most heroes look terrified, you know, to have their thoughts pulled out from under them, to find their body out of their control. Terrified, angry, defiant -- that's how the other heroes look. But you're different. In that moment when I weave my spell on you, when you feel your mind go hazy and your body stop obeying your commands, I see something else in your eyes. I see relief. Deep, unmistakable relief.

No, don't try to deny it. I've tangled with you too many times to be wrong about this. You're relieved when I compel you. You'd never admit it, not even to yourself, but you long for the way it feels. You long to have your choices taken away. You long to not have to make decisions. You long to not have to fight any more.

But every time, you fight. Every time, you break free of my Voice. And I can see the toll it takes on you. That's why I've been training so hard, Hero. So that you couldn't resist my Voice, wouldn't be able to break free. So that I could give you what you want more than anything. 

I've seen you, Hero. I've seen you at your best and at your lowest, haven't I? I understand you better than anyone else in the city. You know it's true. And I can see how exhausted you are. How you've been worked to the bone. How you never get to rest, never get a vacation. I even tried cutting back on my evil schemes in the hopes that you'd take a break, but all you did was pursue other villains twice as hard. 

There are deep bags under your eyes, Hero, marring your beautiful face. There's resignation in your tone that was never there before. I can't stand it, can't stand the way the city treats you. You're destroying yourself to save this ungrateful, useless population and all they do is criticize you. It makes me sick.

And I know what you do once you've defeated me and I escape back to my lair. I know you return to your cold, empty apartment, and curl up on the couch with some convenience food, trying to relax. I know how you toss and turn at night, wondering if you're doing the right thing. I know how lonely you are, Hero. I'm lonely too, you know.

I wish you could see how glassy and dazed your eyes are right now. It's beautiful. Listening to my Voice is so nice, isn't it? Yes, that's it, just relax.

Oh, your hair is so soft. I bet you haven't had a tender touch like this in a while. I saw you lean into it before you caught yourself. Let me run my hand through your hair, there's a good, relaxed hero. Is that a sleepy little smile I see? You like that, don't you?

In fact, you like all of this, don't you? You like having no choice but to relax and listen as my compelling Voice weaves a spell around you. You like the feeling as I slowly hypnotize your vulnerable mind, how your resistance slips away little by little. You've thought about this on those lonely nights, haven't you? What it would feel like if I won. What it would feel like to succumb to my hypnotic compulsions. What it would feel like if you stopped fighting and let me take charge of your mind completely.

Oh, don't struggle. Don't struggle. Relax.There it is again, that relief. My Voice feels good, doesn't it? It feels so good to have the fight taken out of you. Don't deny it, it's written all over your face.

You don't need to pretend you haven't thought about it. You somehow manage to always be the first hero on the scene whenever I try anything. Almost as if you're willing to drop anything to see me, isn't it?

But you were scared. I'm a villain, after all. I don't deny it. You must think I might hurt or humiliate you. Well, you can put all of your fears to rest, because I have no intention of that. I respect you far too much. I'm going to take good care of you, Hero. I'm going to give you the treatment you deserve. I'm going to help you relax. I'm going to take all your worries away.  It's going to feel amazing, Hero, I promise.

I'm sorry, were you trying to say something just now? Still trying to fight it? You'll have to speak up, it's too hard to hear you when you're so out of it.

"It's wrong"? Is that what you said, Hero?

No, what's wrong is how little reward you get for everything you do. That's why I had to do this, had to train my Voice to be strong enough to be irresistible even to you. Now I can reward you. I can give you everything you want, everything you need, beginning with the beautiful, relaxing oblivion of total and complete obedience.

You'll get other rewards, too, of course you will. Together we'll share in the riches of the city, bend everyone in power to our wills. It's what we both deserve. But this is your first and most important reward -- obedience. Nothing is more calm, relaxing, and peaceful than knowing you have no choice, than having every decision made for you.

And all you have to do is listen. 

I'm too strong for you now, Hero, my Voice too compelling. You're almost entirely under my spell, aren't you? I can see how drowsy you are, how my compulsions are putting your conscious mind to sleep.

Yes, that's it. You're too exhausted, Hero. Too tired. Too many nights with too little sleep. You need to rest. You need to stop fighting. You need to surrender.

No one will think any less of you. They'll see how powerful I've become, how easily I can command even the strongest and smartest. They'll realize you had no choice, that it was out of your hands. You won't need to feel guilt or shame. Everyone will know this wasn't your fault, that there was nothing you could do to prevent yourself falling under my villainous control. 

And the fact that you actually enjoy this, the fact that you long to give in so badly and fall under my hypnotic trance? That can be our little secret, Hero.

There we go. That's it, just a little more. Look into my eyes. Look nice and deep into my eyes while I stroke your hair and talk you down softly. Just like you've always dreamed of. No more fear, no more pain. Only sweet restful sleep and deep hypnotic trance. 

That's it, Hero. It's too late. You're too tired, too drowsy, too captured in my Voice to fight it. There's nothing to do. Nothing you have to do. Just feel yourself growing oh so dazed and sleepy as I weave my Voice around you. So comforting. So right. Exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you needed. Exactly where you belong. 

Tell me, Hero, tell me you want this.

That's it, that's it! Oh, how I've longed to hear those words from you. Tell me how my Voice makes you feel. Be honest.

Oh. Oh, my. That's... that's even better than I expected. Far, far better. You love my Voice that much? Oh, Hero, dear Hero, why didn't you say so before? You could have had this any time. I would have been more than happy to bring you to my lair and give you the hypnosis you deserve. You could have been listening to my Voice all day.

Well, it doesn't matter now, because now you can have my Voice all you want, stronger than it's ever been. Isn't that nice? Oh, look at you bob your drowsy head. I don't even need to compel agreement out of you. You're so deeply hypnotized, aren't you? Good, good. Good hero. 

My hero.

Now, why don't you go all the way under? Just keep listening and let your eyelids grow oh so heavy. Let those heavy eyes close. Don't open them again. That's a good hero. So obedient and docile. You're so, so beautiful to me, my drowsy, docile hero. 

Yes, docile. That's what you are, deep down inside. All your strength, all your determination to do the right thing, all of that is a mask that conceals who you really are. A docile and obedient little lamb. And no one needs to know that but me. I'll fulfill your deep craving to be hypnotized and controlled, and you can still be every bit as strong and determined when you're working under my orders. Doesn't that sound just perfect for you? 

All the way under, now, deep into hypnotic trance. Let your resistance fade, my hero. Let your mind fog. Let your mental defenses fall.

Surrender. Surrender and submit. Submit to me, just like you've always wanted.

You can finally feel that relief. You can finally take that rest. Because I have you now. You're mine. I'm in complete control now, my docile little hero. 

And I order you to feel nothing but bliss.

Masterlist

If you like this, you may like "the defiant princess" for more gentle, slow induction on a resisting subject.

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #hero whumpee #villain whumper #mind control #hypnosis #hypnotic induction #hypnotized #hypnotized hero #captured hero #compelling voice

[whumpshaped]

The whumpee who loves the ASMR instructional videos, who would last 0.8 seconds in a vampire situation, finding themselves in a vampire situation. As they fall under the vampire's spell they start dreamily babbling about how nice it all is, just like their favorite videos, and the vampire decides to take advantage of this, brushing through their hair and touching their face and giving them simple little instructions to follow as the whumpee's mind melts -- until they tell the whumpee to tilt their neck...

-- @oliversrarebooks

tw vampire whumper, hypnosis, mind control

“N-no, no, please, no–” Whumpee desperately pushed against their attacker, trying to gain enough space to run past them, but it was no use. They were panicking worse than they ever had before, sobbing as they were cornered against the wall of an abandoned building. They didn’t think it’d be so dangerous to come out here. They were so stupid. “Please, I can give you my money, please don’t–”

“Shh, quiet now. Don’t make a fuss.”

Whumpee shivered at the gentle voice, half their fight leaving them as suddenly as it’d come. It was like being smacked in the back of the head with a shovel, it almost made them disoriented. “I won’t,” they choked out. “I won’t, so please, p-please don’t hurt me–”

“Still talking… So noisy…” Whumper caught their gaze, and Whumpee’s body went still. They couldn’t look away. The pleas died in their throat before they could’ve had a chance to utter them. “There you go. Nice and quiet. Let’s calm down now, hm?”

Whumpee nodded a little, mouth still slightly agape. Waves of comfort and relaxation washed over them, one after the other, disarming them further with every word. There was a pressure in the back of their head that just kept building, almost like a warm hand keeping them steady.

“That’s it. Keep looking into my eyes. You’re doing an excellent job for me.” Whumper cupped their cheeks, making sure they wouldn’t look away even as it became difficult to hold their head up. “Breathe in… and out. That’s it. So peaceful. So nice and quiet. So relaxed.”

Their eyes fluttered closed against their will, despite their desperate desire to keep looking into those gorgeous eyes. Whumper didn’t scold them for it; they merely kept petting them, their cheeks, their hair… It all felt so unbelievably nice. They barely registered as their head was tilted to the side for them, nor did they make an effort to suppress their content sigh as Whumper nuzzled against their neck.

“You’re doing so well,” Whumper murmured. “So good for me. Just keep breathing. In… and out. Just like that.”

The bite didn’t even hurt. Not when they were so relaxed.

#asks #oliversrarebooks #whump #whump drabble #vampire whumper #hypnosis #mind control

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 12: Delirious

TW: delirium, creepy Whumper, hypnosis/mind control

“Hey…hey it’s okay…I’m right here…”

Whumpee stirred, slowly opening their eyes. They squinted against the bright light as they tried to remember what happened. “Where…where am I…?”

“It’s okay Whumpee, you’re safe now…”

Whumpee tried to turn towards the sound of the voice, but their body felt… disconnected… from their mind. They only managed a slight movement of the head, a twitching of the fingers. “What… what’s happening…?” they mumbled through numb lips with an unfeeling tongue, “Wha…where…?”

“I told you,” the voice crooned, “you’re safe now. It’s okay, you can go back to sleep.”

Whumpee slowly became aware of a blanket covering them, of a soft surface beneath them. Something else, around their wrists…

“Who…” they slurred, their words sounding less like words and more like sounds by the minute, “who are…you…?”

A hand was caressing their head, running warm fingers through their hair. “It’s okay,” the voice repeated, “I know you must feel disorientated, but you’re safe. You can trust me.”

Spikes of fear and panic embedded themselves in Whumpee’s stomach. They tried to move their arms, their feet, anything. All they accomplished was a very slow wiggle, but Whumpee became more and more certain that their wrists were bound together somehow. And maybe their ankles too…? “But… but…”

“It’s okay,” the voice said, yet again, the hand belonging to it rhythmically petting their head. Whumpee still couldn’t see right; everything was blurred and hazy, and that light. 

“You should sleep now,” the voice suggested in the same... steady... monotonous tone. 

Whumpee’s eyes begin to droop against their will. “N…n-no!” They protested, barely hearing the words as everything blurred even more, as darkness constricted their vision....

“Sleep,” the voice commanded, a sharper, more… regal… tone than before, “You will sleep.”

And Whumpee had no choice but to obey.

#merry whumpmas #my writing #whumpee #whump #whump scenario #delirium whump #creepy whumper #helpless whumpee #hypnosis #mind control

[abhainnwhump]

Whumpee is locked in an empty dark room with a metronome. It ticks back and forth at a steady pace, 24/7. It never stops. Whumpee has no idea what time it is, how long they've been there, or even when they are fed. They can't even find the source of that metronome, it's like it changes places. Soon enough, they start going mad.

Another metronome prompt:

Whumper uses a metronome to hypnotize Whumpee and make them repeat every cruel, messed up word they say. The ticking never leaves Whumpee's mind.

#if you don't know ehat a metronome is #its a tool muscians (namely piano players) use to stick to the BPM #I think #I have minimal musical knowledge and zero musical talent whatsoever #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpblr #whump tropes #hypnosis whump #hypnotized whumpee #sensory torture #sensory deprivation #isolation #captured whumpee #conditioned whumpee #conditioning whump #metronome

[feverdreamsanddelusions]

thinking about hypnotic media. any media. books, music, radio programs... concerts? blog posts, entire blogs... streams, videos, movies, short-form content...

can you imagine just scrolling through tiktok and being captivated by a video? replaying it over and over until your brain is just mush?

coming across a stream and being compelled to write all these little comments about how you're so much calmer now, and the streamer calls you out by name, saying all these things that make you feel seen and loved and soothed and relaxed...

coming across a little prompt on tumblr that just has an unusually strong pull and you just can't seem to leave it alone, you keep rereading it over and over and over and over again...

#whump #whump prompt #hypnosis