You are already watching the spiral. The headphones are already on your ears. Your body isn’t obeying you any longer. Your mind is drifting too far away from you.
You try to fight, but you have already lost.
Something is about to happen, and you know it.
You are waiting for that pendulum to drop. You are waiting for them to snap their fingers. You are waiting to hear the trigger. And knowing makes your stomach churn with fear, with arousal, with anticipation.
You are preparing to fight, but you don’t know when you should start swinging.
You don’t know anything, and you don’t have to know.
You are sinking and dropping and drifting, and that’s just fine. You didn’t notice anything amiss, you don’t even know you are being slowly entranced and controlled.
You can’t fight, because you don’t even know you are supposed to be fighting.
gags are just so fucking hot. i love the way that having my voice physically curtailed affects how i think. at first i feel a little bit of anxiety/panic (the hot kind) but as time passes i almost stop thinking in words, like there’s some connection between my ability to vocalize and the way i think. it’s weird, and really, really sexy.
Oh well done, darling! It felt nice to hold you in my spell for that little while. If you need a break from being a human, you just come right back here~
as a noted camera pervert, the idea of giving a girl a trigger to get just a little fuzzier, or drop just a little deeper, when she hears the nice heavy *click* of the mechanical shutter is a really nice one that I think about from time to time.
I think for a lot of people “I am completely helpless and powerless” and “I am completely powerful and in control” are both basically comforting fantasies because most of us live our lives in an in between place where we have enough agency to be responsible for our actions but not enough agency to have true control over our lives and the tension between power and powerlessness in the day to day is psychologically wearing and exhausting
Am I the only one who craves a yandere monster x bimbo reader? Like, reader is completely oblivious about everything. It would be even better if yandere monster was the complete opposite of reader, him being a sophisticated man/monster and all.
I'm also craving a fossegrim or a nokken x fem reader.
-🧚♀️✨
A/N Pet: Yandere x Bimbo is not my forte, but Vamp (@teratopup) was nice enough to play with the characters with me, so this is a collab between the two of us. Enjoy!
A/N Pup: I’ve never really done a bimbo before, so the reader kind of comes across as a bit of a space cadet instead- hopefully that's close enough!
By the river
Nokken x fem!reader || semi-public sex (kinda?), dual POV, implied hypnotism (not mentioned), multiple orgasms || tw: stalking, brief drowning
To prance, frolic, and dance around the river was your favorite thing to do and favorite place to be. Often, you’d end up at the beautiful forest clearing by the riverfront, forgetfully neglecting your responsibilities for the day.
Everyone in your village had insisted you needed to get your head out of the clouds, worried that you’d one day find yourself in danger and not even realize it.
Unbeknownst to you, today was the day you’d be proving them right.
You see, for as long as you had enjoyed your little clearing hideaway, you had been watched from afar. You hadn’t been aware of this, of course, too busy entertaining yourself making flower crowns, watching the clouds roll in the sky, dancing and whatever else you always did to entertain yourself. Some people liked to call you dumb and distractible because of it, but you’re just too unbothered to be mad at them for that, either.
From the lovely babbling river, watchful eyes observed you for years. The emotion started out in the watcher as something akin to contempt. Who would dare to disturb the peace of his preferred bend of the river, what with their singing and swaying, laughing and dancing?
Of course it would be a measly human to be the culprit, all too unconcerned about the dangers of the river- the dangers that he himself posed.
Yes, it was he who had caused the villagers to always remind one another to be safe ‘round the rivers lest they disappear without a trace, and he was damn well proud of it.
As close as you had gotten to the river’s edge each time, you always remained just out of his known grasp. He had no choice but to allow your presence, lying in wait until he could snatch you up and cut short your thread of fate.
Yet, over time, something in the way he looked at you became less of a disgust and more of a… reluctant admiration. Eventually, too, that reluctant admiration had become an adoring gaze. Years of watching you had softened the creature- the river’s fearsome Nokken- to your presence. Something in him couldn’t help but cherish the moments he could view you as you spent time in your secret little area.
Something else in him, along the way, had convinced him that you’d come back each time just for him. After all, if it weren’t for him, your serene area would surely have been invaded- there had been more than one occasion in which he’d lured other unwitting humans who dared enter your space to the river, bringing them to their end. You weren't aware of this, surely, but he didn't care.
But it was love that guided his hand and claw, of course! What other emotion could it be- what other feeling could ignite such broiling passion in him- if not ‘love’ to keep your hideaway hidden for just the two of you?
Sure, you had no idea he was there- no idea that he even existed or watched- but one day you would.
One day soon.
Today.
All day you had been eyeing the river. Nobody could blame you, it was dreadfully hot out and you had been keeping active with your whirls, twirls, and leaps. There was a sheen of perspiration atop your nose and full cheeks, drops of sweat rolling down your temples.
The roots of your hair were already wet and surely you’d feel better if you were to indulge in the river’s cool water.
You stepped a bit closer, looking down at the pleasant splashing stream before you, recalling all the warnings of your fellow villagers about nearing rivers. Clearly they must have been mistaken- if there were any danger then you would have encountered it by now, would you not?
So you decided at that moment that, yes, you would like to go for a swim in the river. There’s no real danger there, the people in the village must be mistaken. Yeah, for sure they’re mistaken. And you’re only going to get a bit wet anyway.
Shedding your clothing, you stepped forward into the river. For a moment, you stood stark still, tense as if you were expecting to be suddenly injured. Moments later nothing had happened yet and you felt like a fool for believing in old tales.
Ha! Those silly villagers- they had always said you weren’t bright, and yet here you were- proving them wrong! Would bright minds be scared of a folktale in a river? Of course not! So here you were, wading further into the river and pridefully gleaming with your newfound “brightness.”
But who you didn’t see was staring at you. The Nokken, half submerged right across the shore, his body shimmering under the bright light, camouflaging himself in the shiny water so you couldn’t even think about possible monsters lurking.
He’s been good, he’s been waiting. Observing and stalking, waiting until this day arrived. And you hadn’t disappointed him. You were as perfect today as you were the day he first saw you- even if he didn’t accept it back then.
The cool feel of the water against your skin sent a shudder up your spine as you slowly got chest deep, your nipples pebbling in response to the coldness. You were barely far enough to be worried, but something inside of you urged you to run back. You chuckled at your silliness, there’s nothing there! If it was, you’d be drowning already, wouldn’t you?
The Nokken hesitated as he rose just a bit in the water, his long hair wetly draping itself against his head, before he submerged completely, an idea to create an opportunity to win your trust bubbling in his mind. He’d spook you- grab your foot with his clawed hand underwater- and then “save you” as if something else had grabbed you.
Swimming swiftly and smoothly below, he reached out- at first he merely grazed his claw along your calf, admiring it for a moment before grabbing your ankle firmly. Your scream was so loud that even under the water he could hear it perfectly. But he couldn’t have other humans arriving to save you, so he pulled you down fully. Beneath the surface, he swam back behind his rock, his plan now set in motion for him to swoop- well, swim- in and “save” you.
From himself.
Not that you knew that!
And lucky you (but really, lucky him), he swam in your direction so fast you could barely be under the water for more than twenty seconds as he swooped you up and kicked his legs behind his body until you were laying on the side of the river, just a bit further down north where the village was far away it was unlikely anyone could hear you.
You were breathing hard, harder than ever, as he looked down at you with worried eyes that hid secrets in their mesmerizing depths.
“Oh poor little human, are you scared? Let the Nokken protect you against the monsters lurking under the water.” He whispered against your ear, his body pressing down on yours as you felt the wet soil under your back like a cushion.
“I’m- I was- Something-,” you stuttered, trying to explain to the mysterious monster what exactly happened in the water.
But you weren’t really sure yourself. You were fine, then suddenly you were drowning, and then he was saving you. It had all happened so fast that you were still trying to process the whole thing, let alone the facts.
“What do you need, little human?” He asked with a hint of worry and a lot of mischief. There was a smirk on his face as he looked down and saw how very naked you were under his hot body. “Do you need me, little human? Do you want me closer?”
“Yes.” You didn’t know what overtook you, but there was something in his eyes that asked you to agree. Something that asked you to get him as deep as possible. And you couldn’t fight it, you didn’t want to fight it.
The way you agreed so fast only amused him further.
“How close?” He teased, his hips rolling down and giving you a taste of how hard his dick was against your abdomen.
“As close as possible,” you whispered back, feeling sheepish as your brain buzzed in a way that made your insides burn with an unsolved sexual tension. You needed him. You needed him as badly as you needed to breathe while you were drowning earlier.
“Do you want me fully, little human? Do you know what you are asking of me? I’m no human man trying to protect your virtue. I will take you and I will enjoy it. I will enjoy you.” His voice sounded like a promise, one that you wanted him to fulfill completely.
“Please…” Is the only thing that came out of your mouth before his still wet hands were on your wrist and his body was tilting in your direction, so very close you could feel his calm heartbeat against your erratic one.
His mouth claimed yours, his kiss practically devouring you as your mind got lost in the moment. His hands traveled up and down your sides, his fangs scratching your lips until you tasted blood. That only made him more feral, his body trembling and shaking over you as if he was trying to contain himself.
Which he was. He very much was trying to stop himself from being too rough with the prettiest creature he’d ever encountered. He played all his cards just right and had you under his body, rocking his hips against your increasingly wet core as you moaned delectably against his lips. You were delightful, the tastiest of snacks to sate his hunger. His desire.
He bit down on your neck and you screamed, his fingers finding your mouth to silence you as his free hand traveled down and played with your pearl in a way you’d never experienced before. It was like his hands played your body like an instrument, something unknown building inside of you as he pushed two fingers in your wet pussy, curling them in a way that sent sparks to every cell of your body.
You cried out when he pulled his fingers back, trying to roll your hips and get him to put them inside you again, but he only chuckled, kissing your forehead softly as you felt the blunt tip of his dick pressing against your entrance.
“Take me like the good little human you are,” he instructed. He pushed forward and you gasped. He felt so big inside of you, you weren’t sure he could fit. “It’ll fit, little human. Look at me, focus only on my eyes…”
Your body instantly relaxed and he slipped deeper inside of you. You could almost feel him at the back of your throat, but at the same time you felt so full you could burst with happiness.
When he bottomed out, he looked at your eyes as if to find responses to unknown questions, but what he saw there was pure and unwavering pleasure boiling low. He wanted to ignite those flames until you both were burning down, until the two of you were nothing but a puddle of pleasure.
He kissed your lips one last time before he started moving. Slowly at first, but rapidly accelerating, pounding into you like a lost soul knocking on heaven’s doors as you moaned with each movement of his hips against yours. It felt perfect, it felt too much, it felt otherworldly.
And you fucking loved it.
Your world shattered with rainbows behind your closed eyelids as he mercilessly fucked you through an orgasm. And another. And another. His hips pounded into you at a punishing pace as he grunted compliments against your ear, his pointy nail still playing with your pearl to make you cum again. Which you did, almost at his sole will, a scream breaking out of your throat as he, finally, spilled himself inside of you.
“I’ll see you tomorrow… by the river, my little human, my vixen.” And he disappeared, leaving you there, breathing hard and naked and craving more of his touch.
The jeweler's pocket watch caught your attention quickly. They had been showing off their wares, but this was what caught your eye. The delicate engravings on the case reflected the light so that it sparkled across your gaze, and the finely wrought chain swung easily in their grasp, never catching on itself once. Underneath the jeweler's measured voice, you think you catch the faint ticking of the watch itself. The jeweler speaks in time with the ticking. If you really focus, you can hear both.
But it's getting so much harder to focus. Whenever you notice one thing, it holds your attention until something else eclipses it. You can only hold one thing in your mind now, and even that feels vague and hazy.
The watch swings back and forth steadily. It's so easy for your eyes to follow it. Left, then right, then left again. Each swing is punctuated by a tick. Each swing catches the light and seems to bring it back before your eyes. The light blurs as it sways before you. Your thoughts blur. Every time the light fades, your thoughts fade as well. Every time the light flares, it obscures more of your mind.
Every swing is punctuated by a tick. The ticking is a reminder. You don't know what you're being reminded of. Maybe you don't have to know. Anything important, you will be told, and then it will live tucked deep in your mind. You will not be aware of it, but you will act when it is time.
The jeweler tells you all this, but you are hardly aware of it. You accept their words so readily now. You don't have to think about this. You don't have to think about anything. You only have to obey.
This isn't the first time you have been to the jeweler's. It won't be the last. You are being reshaped, facet by facet. You are being made into a thing of beauty. Just as a stone does not know what it will be when it is finally placed, neither do you.
Just as a stone has no choice, neither do you. You lost that possibility long ago.
“Oh, lover, come here…” That enchanting voice seemed to cut through the noise of the bar. The hubbub, the music, the chatter. A single finger on a gloved hand, beckoning you toward a shadowy booth. It felt like there was a magnetic pull. A tether, guiding your steps.
And that voice, now you had heard it, was pulsing in your brain. The way it had said ‘lover’, the softness, the sweetness… It was pure desire. Clouding your mind. Clouding your judgement. You wanted to be in that booth, with whoever that voice belonged to.
“That’s it, sweetness. Closer to me. Closer to your destiny. Closer to obedience…” Each footstep made your heart beat faster. You… How could you resist this? How could you deny it? You wanted it. You needed it. Everything in your brain was crying out for it. For them.
The booth was before you now. A curtain hung before you. The only obstacle. A tiny part of you felt nervous, but the rest of you was… Ready. Eager. You didn’t even know what for. You only knew that you had been chosen, and you were not ready to deny them, or yourself.
As you reached out your hand to move the curtain, that same gloved hand from before reached out from behind the curtain, and pulled you effortlessly forwards. You stumbled through the curtain, falling, tumbling, and landed in soft darkness. “Welcome, lover.”
There was that word again, reverberating through you. The voice seemed to be all around you now. The softness was so nice, so draining. That small part of you that had been nervous was asking questions, but they were being smothered before they could truly form.
You felt like your entire body and brain were being massaged, as the softness surrounded you. Your mind was switching off, as the voice continued to speak, in words you did not know. But they sounded good. They sounded right. You wanted to let them sink into you.
Time had no meaning. So, when you slipped back out of the booth, it might have been a minute, it might have been an hour. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was the passenger in your mind. The one you were now aware of. You had to please. You had to serve.
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For basically as long as I can remember the hottest part of mind control/hypno has never been the part when you get to use them. Its always the part when they lose. Its the moment you know their mind is gone, they are in your complete control, and they are helpless to stop you~
I more than agree, the anticipation of knowing you took all of my attention. And that there's truly nothing I can do to stop you from getting anything you want out of me. That gets me more and more flustered and aroused which makes me fight the trance, which you notice and lovingly bring me further and further down, which only gets my body buzzing more and more which continues the endless cycle of shock, pleasure, and submission.
There's something about the idea of keeping someone drowsy. Conscious, not asleep, but at that point where it's hard to keep your eyes open and nothing feels quite real, muscles going limp while you're still awake enough to try to fight it.
Drowsy, sleepy, but also horny, or sometimes horny, wet and dripping and maybe your fingers are moving between your legs but you're just on the edge of awake enough to be deliberate about it. Or maybe there's a vibrator running between your legs that you're too sleepy to figure out how to turn off or turn up, or there's a dildo sliding in and out and in and out of you.
And you know that if you just woke up you could manage to do what you're trying to do, to make yourself cum or maybe stop the overstimulation, but you're just too drowsy, and it feels like it would be easier to slip into sleep than to wake up, but you don't manage to do that either.
you joke about "mind control victims agree mind control good" but the epistemic erasure of the experiences and personal realities of mind control subjects ('victim' is so stigmatizing) really is a systematic problem. meta-analyses and key studies consistently reject pro-mind control data and reports on the basis of the authors being 'biased' because they're too positive or because clearly mind control subjects can't speak for themselves. maybe if you listened to the "victims" you claimed to support you'd understand that actually being mind controlled is cool and awesome and it's everything else that ruins your life.
