Omg same! I would love to mindbreak Melli until the poor things barely able to think, just answers your commands without question because you're all he can focus on ~
THIS!!!! Just him being willing to do the most humiliating things you can think of, because you've gotten him completely ensnared in your attention... I like to think he gets easily overwhelmed as well...
With mindbreak I sometimes like when it has more permanent effects as well,, a part of him is hesitant about insulting you after this (because you made him feel so good and wonderful and warm and nice and-), but this obviously only pisses him off more and makes him more aggressive!! How dare you try to influence the great Melli to such an extent, you don't have the right!!
He thinks maybe you're using some kind of Pokémon's powers to hypnotise him into feeling like this... It's all coming from himself, though.
okay holy shit i didn't intend for that volo tied down thing to really be a request i just had to get my horny thought out before bed so i could sleep but HOLY SHIT YOU DID SO GOOD-
i'm just imaging reader keeping volo for themselves after they initally get them because he just looks soooo good tied down and volo is just like "okay but. you at least need to feed me."
volo finally convinces them to untie him from the bed only to be put in hand cuffs, ankle cuffs, and a collar with a leash to be kept around- he's just so good at being a little whore. you can't just waste the pretty noises he makes. -
w.w. anon.
ITS FINE I GOT U <3333 i basically try to add a bit of writing to every ask i get it- and if i have more inspo for it, i’ll write something longer :P
notes: mindbreak
Volo is a character that’s driven sooo much by his goals, it’s literally all he cares about- So I think ‘breaking’ him to the point that he wouldn’t constantly scream at you is just so hot <3 alkjsffaf You’d have to take care of him too. Feed him by hand and massage his limbs to stimulate the bloodflow! I imagine he quite likes to be kept on a collar and a leash.
Imagine ‘training’ him so thorougly he gets hard whenever you enter the room! You’re a direct link to pleasusre in his mind now, your little whore. When you tell him to get himself off, he tries, but he can’t cum, even though he genuinely wants to. Only your touch can send him over the edge anymore.
May I request an isabela x f!reader where isabela goes kinda yandere.
She drugs reader w/ sex pollen, brings them somewhere secret, and makes them eat her out, then she puts them back where they were before hours later and they have no memory of what happened.
It starts happening more and more often, and the pollen is having a permanent effect— over time it makes reader stupider and hornier until isabela finally kidnaps them into her room permanently and makes them her full-time slave/sex toy.
took some creative liberties with this one ^^
notes: yandere, very dubious consent, drugging, mindbreak
^ plsss take the tags serious on this one it’s pretty messed up
Isabela hadn’t expected the pollen to have quite such an effect, but it’s better than anything she could’ve imagined. You’re dependent on them now. On her. You can only relax with your head full of pollen, drooling and dazed, constantly trying to please her. She needs to keep you tied up to prevent you from playing with yourself or trying to eat her out. You open your mouth as soon as she gets close. It’s really like having a pet, completely unable to take care of yourself or speak. Your name is the only word you recognise. Isabela has to feed and clean you, watch as you helplessly hump the floor 24/7 while producing an endless stream of slick. (Maybe she could water some of her plants with it.)
...But giving you enough pollen to keep you placated is such a chore. Isabela likes having you on the cusp of coherent thought, for you to be capable of recognising your body’s cravings instead of moving on poor instinct. For you to cry when you tell her you can’t help her, and for you to beg and plead with her to please let you cum. She knows you love her more than anyone else through this, and she adores it. No one would but her would be able to give you what you need. You wouldn’t be able to live without her.
She’s shown you what happens when you get no more. The shivers, the fevers, the nausea- You don’t want to think anymore, do you? Isn’t this much better? She loves you so, so much.
melli hc for you to peruse: he cums embarrassingly easily. like you barely have to touch him and he's already cumming. this is easy to use to your advantage. please do hold him down and ride his cock until he can't even beg you to stop anymore.
ANON I ADORE THIS!!!
I also really like the idea of Melli being a virgin before you get your hands on him! You're making out with him, sitting on his lap, fondling and grinding against him a bit when he just makes the loudest noise against your lips. You ask him if he just came already, snorting a bit, and he immediately starts yelling that NO he DIDN'T, OBVIOUSLY??!! you think the GREAT Melli would be done in less than a MINUTE!! (he did cum and he's really embarrassed about it...)
Imagine riding Melli and at first he's squirming and twitching because the overstimulation is just too much, but eventually he's mindlessly drooling, the haziest look in his eyes... He's so exhausted that he can't even buck his hips up into you anymore, his cock only dribbling a few drops when he cums. But when you try to get off, he gathers the last bits of his energy to put one hand on your lip, almost whining when he asks one more?
alright i’m tired i’m done pretending to be normal lemme talk about this for just a moment
notes: god!volo, noncon, mindbreak, mindcontrol, intense explicit violence / erotic gore, body horror. <- please take these warnings seriously, and don’t read this to upset yourself.
thinking of volo who sets out to destroy your perception of reality completely, who wants to keep proving his power over you in different ways- experiences that only he could provide. and as a god, his possibilities to do so are endless. you aren’t human anymore either. he made sure of that long ago. you are neither alive, or dead. a vivisection.
you end up with your body torn apart in every way possible. it’s impossible to move. glancing down, you can see your ribs stick out of your chest like teeth, the gaping cavity underneath the mouth of a great beast. all you can feel is the most overwhelming pleasure of your life. there’s no room for panic. your brain has melted, the nerves inside all tangled up and fried, mistaking one sensation for the other. your throat is raw from moaning, not from screaming. (and you can’t struggle, he won’t let you. and you can’t pass out, he won’t let you. and you can’t die, he won’t let you.)
volo reaches down with a smile, tapping the rhythm of a dead lullaby on your ribs. he strokes your cheek with his other hand. doesn’t that feel good? he asks. he can see your vocal cords vibrate with every noise. it does, and it does, you’re not sure you want him to stop- (you’re not sure where he ends and you begin, which thoughts are implanted in your brain and which are yours. whether there are still two people. does it even matter?)
when he fucks you, there’s no going inside- you’re splayed open. he can see every movement he makes, ‘spreading’ you further. that is, if you are lucky enough not to end up with his cock nestled snugly in between your guts. intestines wired around it, twitching like a bundle of snakes. they’re so warm and squishy. he’s milked by your insides. you’re body’s devolved into a near constant strings of orgasm that you can’t escape from. your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, drool dripping out of your mouth.
