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Hi.
This post you reblogged,
https://www.tumblr.com/platinumpuppetss/784998009630015488?source=share
Is AI Art.
You're welcome.
- the AI Art Identifyer Anon
Anon, this fucking sucks (the fact it’s AI not you telling me)
I’ve deleted the post, and for all of you that liked the idea of this I have made for you a redrawn version of the post, made by a human – me!
This is my first time drawing hypnokink or lewd art and it’s not the best, but better than AI!
Hi watcher ^U^
Hello?
thinking about gentle hypnosis (𖦹﹏𖦹) being gently held while they whisper "down you go, now" or something in your ear
He lay there staring at the ceiling, head resting on her stomach as she held him between her thighs. He fingers twisted, massaging his scalp and temples as she coo'd in his ear.
"Nngh...?" He managed to mumble, which roughly trasnlated to "what's going on? It's so hard to think when your fingers are moving around and around and around..."
"Hm?" She asked softly, as he groaned at her touch. "You want to go under?" She chuckled lightly, applying a little more pressure to the massage.
He groaned in response. It'd cut off his thoughts again.
"Just let me take care of you, okay baby?" She pushed her fingers against him and made him nod his head. Yes. He should let her take care of him. It just made sense, didn't it?
Resuming the massage, he tried his best to tip his head back and look up at her. Had his head always been this heavy? Did it always take this much effort to move it?
Shining mischievous eyes looked down at him curiously.
"Yes? Did you want something?"
He did his best to form a coherent sentence, but it came out as a string of mumbling groans.
"Thats okay. Down you go now..." She pressed a finger to his forehead and his eyes rolled back as he sank his weight into her. "Don't worry, I've got you..."
I feel like we’re ignoring the potential of online forms having a literal SUMBIT button
“Okay! Great, now, you’ll just have to fill out this questionnaire and then we can get started. Remember to be honest with your answers.” The man smiled, a little too wide, gesturing to the computer in front of you.
You nodded. You really needed this job, and if the last hurdle in your way was a simple questionnaire? Well, you’d crush it.
The man, your future employer, stepped away as you began to fill out the questions.
Name. Age. Date of birth. Today’s date.
How did you hear about this job?
A friend of a friend, you wrote. Word of mouth.
Why do you want to work here?
You typed the word money, stifled a snort, before deleting it. This company is up and coming, a place to grow and learn with the company.
Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?
Definitely myself, you thought, before typing that you like a mix of both. That’s what employers want to hear, right?
No you don’t. Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?
What…? You scrolled to the other questions. They all read the exact same thing:
Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?
Creepy. Was someone watching the answers be filled in? You flushed at your fake answer earlier. Had they seen you type that?
Just to be safe, you wrote managed by others in the box. You scrolled to the next question.
It was now a video. How many workplace violations do you see in the above clip?
You breathed a slight sigh of relief at the normalcy of the question, and clicked play. It showed an office interior, with things like messy desks, a guy hitting a printer that wouldn’t work, and screens that were way too bright.
You began to type, watching the video to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Yeah, those screens were ridiculously bright, and the screensavers were sort of distracting. You didn't even glance at the keyboard as you typed out your answers.
Next question: Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?
Obviously not the maid outfit. Man, this was too easy. You clicked the suit and tie.
Incorrect. Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?
You watched as the mouth slowly moved towards the maid outfit. What the hell? You clicked the suit and tie image again. The screen flashed.
Incorrect. Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?
You looked around for the guy who led you in here earlier. Was this a joke? Some sort of prank? The job listing was real, the company was too — you'd researched them before applying.
You clicked on the maid outfit just to see if it would let you move on.
It did.
Good. The word sent a jolt through your spine. It was a pleasant but strange sensation. Click the following that applies to you:
I am a hard worker.
I am well motivated.
I always obey.
I am a good listener.
I want to sink.
The words began to swim in front of your eyes. Hazy. You shook your head, scrolling back up. Had all of the questions been this strange? You couldn't quite remember at this point. You skimmed through them, but it was your answers that made you stop.
Name: Toy.
Why do you want to work here? I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey.
How many workplace violations do you see in the above clip? Too many. The toys should be watching the video. They should be in uniform. They should be feeling good. Good toys make more good toys. They sink. They drift. They drop.
Everything was spinning now. You scrolled back down to see you'd answered all the questions.
All that was left to do was SUBMIT.
prompt uwu
Guy hears about hypno villain, seeks him out and is like “I know what you’re doing” and the villain is like “oh shit oh fuck he knows” but the guy is like “hypnotize me next pls 👉👈” much to the villain’s confusion but he complies and it’s sexy and hot and awesome
Okay, so I am SO sure I’ve read this fanfic before, but I couldn’t find it so if anyone knows the one I mean please send it so I can tag it!!
I hope you enjoy!!
It was always so easy.
Once he’d realised he could simply make any hero forget that they’d ever seen him, scrub his power from all records, get that one nice lady who worked at YouTube to copystrike all the videos of him…
Well, now he was a ghost. A shadow. No one panicked when he walked in. He could whisper in their ear easily, sending them spiralling down deeper under his control, melting into trance as he calmly and collectedly robbed a bank. Or two. Or ten.
Or how about that time he convinced that security guard to simply hand over the Mona Lisa only for it to end up on top of the Empire State Building. Everyone had seen him take it. No one would remember they had, though.
The joys of a hypnotic superpower.
He couldn’t be the only one, though. Mystery crimes popped up every month. No, there were others like him. Ghosts. Pulling the strings without anyone realising.
But, if no one remembered him then how the fuck was the third most well-known hero in the country currently trying to break into his base?!
He could see him, right there, waving his arms about staring right into the well-hidden camera mouthing the words HEY and HELLO over and over again. He also threatened to punch through the wall, and that just wouldn’t do. How did this hero know how to push the villain’s buttons so damn well?!
Against his better judgement, he opened a hidden door in the wall (note to self, remove this entrance) and allowed the man inside.
Stashing a gun into his pocket, just in case, the villain sat in his chair, fingers intertwined, waiting for the hero to approach.
“Ah, and do what do I owe the house visit?” He said, keeping his anxieties under wraps.
The hero stood sternly, silently.
“I do appreciate you giving me the opportunity to save my wall, but, then again, I don’t quite understand what you’re doing here.” The villain continued. He cocked his head, studying the broad spandex-cladded figure in front of him. Why hadn’t he attacked yet?
“I know what you’re doing.” The hero finally spoke.
Shit. Fuck. Motherfucker. No he absolutely did not. That was fucking impossible!
“Oh?” A slight tremble may or may not have made its way into the villain’s voice.
“Yes. You had a run in with a member of my team - she didn’t remember a thing, security footage showed a man who spoke to her and walked right past. She couldn’t even describe what you sounded like.” The hero continued.
The fucking security footage. He’d been on a time crunch, duties in the personal life getting in the way. Typically his commands involved telling the heroes not to bother with security footage - but external factors were… annoying.
The villain grit his teeth.
“Do you really think I couldn’t wipe your mind in an instant? Use you as a footstool for the afternoon, or make you beg like a dog, or maybe just forget you were a hero altogether.” A smug smile and lit up eyes didn’t seem to intimidate the hero.
“…Please.”
What.
“Excuse me?”
“P-please. That’s why I’m here.” The hero stepped closer, a manic laughter bursting from his chest. “What the fuck am I doing?” He shook his head.
The villain blinked, rising from the chair.
“You’re here for me to…”
“Use your powers on me.” The villain didn’t utter a word, and so the hero continued, pacing now. “It’s stupid! I didn’t even know that someone could do something like that, control someone like that - the footage unlocked some - some need in me. She said she’d never felt so wonderful, I had to find you. I had to.”
This guy was crazy, the villain thought. Of course he’d dreamt about using his powers to control the heroes, fully taking over the world with these symbols of peace and justice doing his bidding, but the smaller things interested him more. Leave the high stakes to the high profile villains, he was a shadow after all. But this? A hero asking him to? It was deliciously tempting…
“And how do I know this isn’t a trap?” The villain pondered, getting even closer to the hero now.
“I - this was taken from you.” The hero reached behind him and pulled out - oh, he pulled out a prototype - an amplifier. It could put everyone in a stadium under his power in mere seconds.
This hero was stupid, or reckless, or both. The villain took it back tentatively.
“You’re serious!” The villain cackled. “Oh, this is glorious. You - the only person in the world who knows my powers walked willingly into my lair in the hopes I’d toy with you?”
Deliciously tempting.
He let a small percentage of power seep into his voice. It became more melodic, persuasive, hypnotic.
“Well, that wasn’t very smart now, was it? Because now you’re here, with me, and there’s no one who’s coming to save you.”
The hero’s knees went weak, attention locked on the villain’s eyes. He was even biting his lip.
“Is this what you wanted? Are you falling so easily under my control? That eager for me to bend you to my every whim?”
The hero fell to his knees, a dumb smile forming on his face as the villain stopped reining in his power. The sound of his voice surrounded the hero, seeping deep into his mind until he could barely register where he was.
“I don’t often do kindnesses for humanity. I like to leave that up to you guys, but, I’m feeling rather… charitable today. Caught me in a good mood.” He studied the device - the gift, placing it on the side.
“Just relax. I’ll take very good care of you.”
May I request, as a prompt, if you’re into it, a kind, gentle, cheery cult leader luring our protagonist into their cult, please?
“Cult is such an ugly word,” he smiled, blonde hair flopping as he shrugged.
The detective looked the man up and down. Blonde hair, cheerful smile, warm brown welcoming eyes he was sure were sizing him up as if he wanted to eat him.
The leader’s laugh was melodic. Voice smooth. The detective had to straighten his stance, as he’d inadvertently shrunk down to his suspect’s height.
The detective cleared his throat. “Please just answer the question, sir.”
“Leader.”
“Excuse me?”
“Sir is given to authority figures, and we’re all children of our Goddess. We tend to use our roles instead. So you should address me as Leader, and I can address you as Listener.”
The detective shifted, annoyed, but knowing that in order to get anywhere with this guy he would have to play along to some extent.
"Leader, then," he relented. The cultist gleamed.
"As I said, I wouldn't call this a cult, per say, but if you're asking about our community, then I can show you around and you can decide for yourself if you believe anyone to be here against their will."
He gestured outside, and the detective followed. He was here on urgent business; the family of one Morgan Abhol was rather concerned when she suddenly quit her job to run off with her new cultist boyfriend.
The detective scanned the place for her fiery red hair and short stature. He half-listened as the so-called Leader droned on.
"—so it's very much up to them how much they contribute, and in return we give them somewhere safe, with strong pillars of the community that they can really lean on. You must know how that feels, Listener?"
The detective reminded himself that the man was referring to him with that ridiculous title. "Hm?" "You must know what it's like to feel like you can never truly let your guard down."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The cultist laughed with a soft smile. "Your posture gives it away. I know you're here on a job but even I can see that you stand like that twenty-four-seven." He took the detective's hand. "I promise, no more salesman bullshit. I really do believe this place is the best thing to ever happen to me. To a lot of us! It takes a special type of people to let our walls down around."
The detective pulled his hand back. "I'm looking for someone. A woman named Morgan. She's an adult, but cut her parents off no-contact. If I can confirm she's safe and sound of mind I can leave with no trouble."
That was weird, the detective thought. He was never so direct with these things. Cult Leaders were known to be manipulative, though it seemed that this one was so new and inexperienced it had the detective worried for nothing.
"Oh! Morgan, yes! Of course. We did offer for her to write letters, on account of the lack of technology here, but she seemed... hesitant. This way."
The grounds were stunning, and the people they passed by seemed genuinely happy. The detective could see how easy it would be to fall under the spell of this place.
They turned a corner and Morgan was sat with a young man with dark hair. They were doing some sort of cat’s cradle, weaving yarn in and out of itself, a soothing and repetitive motion.
They were so transfixed that the detective had to clear his throat before they noticed him.
“Leader,” they both greeted with smiles.
“Listeners,” he smiled in return. “I just wanted to confirm if you’re both happy here, or if you’d like to return to the outside world?”
The detective watched as Morgan’s eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment. “I’m.. happy here, of course.” She looked up, snapping her attention back to the man. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh, no reason,” he said making eye contact with the detective, who felt himself finding it harder to focus on anything but the Leader’s voice. “Are we finished here?”
“Er, yes.” The detective answered, gesturing for them to leave the two to their yarn. “I should get going.”
“If you must,” the Leader said, and the detective felt a pull deep in his gut. A want to stay. Shining eyes urged him to.
“Well…”
“Well?”
The detective looked between the shining sun, the happy Listeners, and the Leader. Something felt off, but the alarm bells in his head were dulled now. Underwater.
“If… someone did want to join, what would that look like, exactly?”
“I’m so glad you asked,” the Leader replied.
Would you be more into blissed out smile on a hypnotized person or a blank emotionless expression?
Personally I’d say a blissed out smile is way hotter than an emotionless expression. If I’m the tist I’m thinking I’ve done a great job, and if I’m seeing someone else put under looking like that I’m like damn….. I wanna be feeling that way
Story idea: hypnosis perfume except oops! The buyer forgot to build up a tolerance before using it!
This was it! Mina cackled as she flipped her hair back. Crop top, mini skirt, and thigh high boots — Danny wouldn't be able to resist her.
She held the small tester-bottle of perfume in the palm of her hand as she watched him enter the courtyard. Perfect timing. She did a little prayer to any higher being that was listening before spritzing it on both her wrists and rubbing them together, her neck, and one extra spritz to walk through.
"Danny!" She called out, "wait up!" She called out, watching his head turn. She was a little too far away to tell, but Mina hoped that he was looking up and down her body. This outfit was just for him. He stopped and smiled, allowing her to catch up.
She tried not to show how heavy she was breathing. Sure, the perfume was probably a placebo, but she felt like her nerves were on fire from the potential scandal of using hypnotic perfume to get a guy.
"What's up?" He asked as he started walking.
"Not much, happy to get a day off work for once. Where you heading?" She said, getting slightly lost in his eyes (a familiar occurrance).
"Just back to my place," he replied. "Wanna come?"
"Sure!" Her heart skipped a beat. She tucked her hair behind her ear. "I'd..." She caught a whiff of her perfume, her thoughts stopping in their tracks. She stopped for a moment, staring into space, before snapping herself out of it with a short shake of the head. "Sorry, I'd love to." Mina smiled brightly. If Danny noticed anything off about her behaviour, he didn't say.
"Sweet! Oh, uh, I like your shirt. Didn't know you were a fan."
Mina looked down, as if she'd forgot what was on her shirt. "Oh, yeah! I went to their concert back in... uhh..."
The familiar haze was back, of her thoughts just popping out of her head.
"April, right?" Danny finished, laughing a little. "You okay?"
How could she forget? That was like 6 months ago.
"...Yeah," Mina flushed, "didn't sleep much last night."
"I think I have coffee back at mine, but it's that fancy kind I love so you're gonna have to ask really nicely for it." He joked.
"Please..." Mina practically moaned out. She squeaked in surprise at her own voice, slapping both hands over her mouth. Danny stopped, looking at her incredulously.
"Uh..." He awkwardly laughed again, which turned into a cough as he tried to hide his blush. "Right. Oh, here we are." He fumbled with his keys as he kept an eye on Mina.
Everything was hazy except for Danny. She managed to sit down on his couch without too much trouble, but it was like she was underwater. Or drunk.
"Sorry, I don' know whas... whats wrong with me today." Danny felt her forehead for a fever, and she pushed into his touch.
"You're not burning up, which is good," he looked down and noticed something in her hand. Curious, he turned her palm over to show the tiny tester perfume bottle. For the first time in fifteen minutes Mina's brain made the connection.
"It's that. Made me — didn't think it would work." She mumbled, barely coherent. Danny frowned, taking a sniff. It was floral, strong, and made his head spin. He slumped down next to her, head landing on her shoulder. It felt like he was sinking into her.
They weren't sure how long they stayed like that. The only think they knew was the bottle had cracked when it landed, and had seeped into Danny's rug.
