Sleep With Giggli

A blog about stuff that I find exciting, intriguing, or cute! Age 18+ (by a comfortable margin)

[eros22]

🥥🥥🥝🥝🍼🍼💦💦

[sleepwithgiggli]

temptress119

[secret-subject]

Vampire hypnosis is and will always be hot. There is no one who can change my mind. In fact the only way my mind will be changed is if a vampire comes and steals it in the night with their very sexy eyes, but it won't make it any less hot.

[animentality]

[yourworstinfluence-deactivated2]

[abandoned-conscience]

I always warn future good girls who are new to this space that they need to be careful.

It all seems like innocent fun until you find yourself with your hand down your pants, mindlessly scrolling and rubbing each and every minute. You'll find yourself softly humping anything you can stick between your legs.

One day every notification will make your cunt soaking wet and your brain blank, knowing we're using you for pleasure.

Before long, you'll know that your purpose is to be an empty cockslut ready to obey whenever we need. You'll be ready to do anything to be told you're such a good girl.

[theoneandonlygenesislopez]

Genesis Lopez 🇺🇲

[sleepwithgiggli]

How is it that none of the replies or reblogs say, "Nice view."

[soldier-exclipse]

brainwash doodle now that im back off vacay, love yall <3

[wakewithgiggli]

Ifyou have seen Gravity Falls, enjoy!

Prepare to say Wow! a lot, it just keeps getting better

[wakewithgiggli]

And another cover of the greatest theme

[wakewithgiggli]

Since I'm on a tear, have another Gravity Falls cover

[wakewithgiggli]

And one more. Wow, the nostalgia.

[wakewithgiggli]

Can it get more epic than this?

[wakewithgiggli]

This will (probably) be my last one: a collection of official variations.

[wakewithgiggli]

Okay I lied on the last one, here's a piano version

[wakewithgiggli]

and a full orchestra (this reminds of the time I went looking for metal versions of Vivaldi's Storm - they were so many fantastic renditions).

[wakewithgiggli]

Why not end where we started, with another violin version

[sleepwithgiggli]

And the official version (full theme)

[thefuckdumpster]

Your fuckbags come first, you’re just an afterthought, a footnote in their growth history, just somehting to carry them around and keep them warm enough to get fucked, and you love it that way. 

[bimbo--lover]

Gabbie Carter

[nyanbinary-catboy]

Celebrate pride by brainwashing your local trans person and fucking their minds out!!

[milfwithmaximumbimbopotential]

[yeomancraig]

Sienna Day

[bombstic-blog]

[yeomancraig]

Mikayla Demaiter

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[bombstic-blog]

[yeomancraig]

Mikayla Demaiter

[bombstic-blog]

[yeomancraig]

Mikayla Demaiter

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[gentlyevilvt]

the problem with hypnosis porn games made by straight people is that no matter how interesting they make the premise, a few hours in you realize that they genuinely think the hottest thing you could possibly do with hypnosis powers is have penetrative heterosexual sex with somebody who would otherwise not be interested

[misscammiedawn]

Weird thing about how we handled writing the hypnokink route for an erotic VN we got to be part of is that we were between a rock and a hard place on this.

Goal of the game is to "test out" some freshly installed bit of downstairs hardware so like the sex is baked in but we ain't really up for any of that Ikea style play-by-play so we decided to use the whole mental stimulation as the thing.

Basically had the kinky surgeon who hypnotizes the player character hand 'em another copy of their freshly installed piece (whichever you pick in the intro) and guides their obedient form to perform on the disembodied display piece while feeling everything down on their own new bit.

Like first off that just makes it more interesting to read and less boring. But like it makes the dynamic shine a bunch more with the stone top doing all this stuff just with their voice and words alone and it gets that helplessness that this is being done TO them while everything that happens is done BY them too.

Legit the best bit of brilliancy we ever put down onto page and it all comes from deciding to actually focus on the HYPNOSIS side of "hypnosis porn game"

Anyway. Lil' bit of self-promotion but fuck it, we've had our hat thrown in that ring and we don't reckon we did a bad job on it.

[soooaudrey]

[laurentidalreborn]

Have you ever experienced highway hypnosis?

Have you ever been driving down some long, monotonous road and just zoned out as you watch the lanes lines drift by?

Have you ever felt your mind just shut off and move along on cruise control?

Have you ever let your body steer the car while your mind sleeps?

And have you ever suddenly parked in front of an old Victorian style mansion in the middle of the woods without realizing how you got there with an uncontrollable urge to go in?

[amuscobblestone]

A quick story for the road!

You stomp through the rain to the rickety wooden porch. Of course your rental car would die right after your phone ran out of battery. Through the downpour you can see a few amber lights shining through the windows.

They have power, whoever lives here. You should be able to sweet talk your way in so you can charge your phone.

The floorboards creak as you step up to the carved oak door and bang on the brass knocker. To your relief, you hear the rusty click of a latch and the door swings open. Standing behind it is a young woman with red hair and fair skin dressed in a wine-red corset and flowing gown. The corset accentuates her hourglass figure and you try not to stare at her round breasts poking over the top. You glance at her face. Her misty eyes stare back at you.

You explain your situation and she smiles warmly and shows you in. You follow, your gait matching the rhythm of her swinging hips. The hallway is narrow and coated with oval framed pictures of regal ladies from years ago. You feel their eyes watching you as your host continues to lead you deeper down the hall.

She shows you to a small waiting room, half submerged in shadows. She offers you a padded chair next to richly embroidered couch and mahogany coffee table. You take a seat, asking if there’s a place you could charge your phone. The woman only shushes you and places a tray with a teapot and cups on the table and then lights a candle.

“The power’s on a generator,” she explains. “I will need to start it first. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

She leaves.

You turn back to the table only then realizing that someone is watching you from the couch.

“Would you like some tea?” comes a lilting voice. Another woman, this one tousled blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. She’s thin and delicate, dressed in a white Victorian era dress. She smiles invitingly at you. Her lips are painted black.

Without losing her gaze on you, she pours a cup of steaming tea, offering you the teacup on a porcelain saucer.

“Drink the tea,” she softly urges.

You hesitate. Something doesn’t feel right. The way this woman is staring at you is both disturbing but also compelling. You watch the swirls of the steam as they drift in front of her face. You shouldn’t accept drinks from strangers, that’s obvious. But her eyes keep coaxing you to take a sip.

“Have some tea, darling,” a voice says from behind you. It’s the woman who let you in, her hands gently resting on your shoulders from behind your chair. “It will help you relax.”

Before you can answer, her hands begin dancing and rubbing down your shoulders. Hours of stressful driving pour off you. Your gaze stays captivated by the blond woman’s eyes in front of you as she wafts the tea under your face.

“The tea will calm you,” the red head says. “It will make everything feel so warm and loose. Drink the tea, sweetie.”

Her hands pull back your head and you feel two warm, fleshy pillows cushion the back of your neck. The woman holds you in her silky cleavage as her nails gently scratch over your scalp.

"Drink the tea."

You don’t want to be impolite. You cautiously take the tea from the woman on the couch and sip. Rich, warm flavor floods your mouth and seeps down your throat.

“Have some more.”

The red head is raking her hands through your hair, rolling her tits around the sides of your face. You smile. It was such yummy tea. You’re going to have another sip.

And another.

And another.

Soon the cup is empty and you’re feeling good. You feel calm, tranquil. You lean back, content to let the buxom red head press her chest into your head. She’s cooing words to you. Words you don’t need to worry about. Words you can just listen to.

The blonde woman slides down to the floor. Soon you feel a silky hand with long slender fingers reaching down your pants. Finding all the right spots between your legs.

You sigh dreamily and surrender yourself to the mercy of the two strange women.

[laurentidalreborn]

This is excellent and made me feel like a character in one of my favorite hypno-stories:

I think you might know the author uhhhhh pretty well.