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oliversrarebooks · 9 months

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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

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bunbunlittleone · 7 months

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Hypnotized to Hypnotize

#bunbunlittleone #hypnosis #Just daydreaming about when a villain hypnotizes a hero's loved one and then turns them against the hero to corrupt them

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whumpsoda · 22 days

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May I suggest a whumper who puts spells on his whumpee’s or hypnotizes them or smth to believe that they’re all a happy traditional family. Whumpee’s all think this is completely normal—even the family dog which used to be whumper’s most resistant captive.

Sorry this took so long… I just had to do this prompt, it’s too good! I hope I did it justice :3

cw: brainwashing, pet whump, multiple whumpees, lady whumpee, captivity

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Villain loved his family.

Some would never believe him, most prominent due to the means of which he sourced said family, but really, he did love them. Cared for them, even.

“Movie! Movie! Movie!” Youngest squealed, just like the child he believed himself to be, swinging his feet excitedly on the couch. Adorned in his favorite pajamas, bright pink and far too small, he waited for the rest of his family to join him in the living room. One hand was wrapped around a gigantic bowl of delicious smelling and steaming popcorn, the other ruffling through the grease coated hair of his pet.

Hero, with his chin placed atop his former partner’s lap, held a dopey smile and glassy eyes as his scalp was softly scritched at. He shivered with delight, nearly drooling over the blissful touch and smell of food he wasn’t allowed to eat. Villain couldn’t help but wish he had a camera ready to capture such a mind bogglingly satisfying image.

“Watch out!” Medic- or, the former medic, now Villain’s partner- exclaimed, a sweet grin strung across her lips. “Puppy over there is waiting for you to drop something!”

Youngest only chuckled, cheerfully ruffling Hero’s hair. Gleefully, Hero giggled, leaning into the pleasant touch. “Come on, come on! I wanna start the TV!”

“Okay, okay!” Villain yelled back, smiling from ear to ear, watching as Youngest and Hero’s faces both lit up upon seeing their former enemy enter the room. Hero eagerly crawled over to meet him, nuzzling and stroking his face over the fabric of the other man’s pant leg.

Almost, Villain wanted to laugh. His plans and wishes had come perfectly true. His toughest foe and captive, reduced to that of a mere dog. Yearning only for cuddles and treats, too stupid to understand the world around him. No more fight, no more irritating quips, no more screaming, no more Hero.

The thought made Villain positively giddy.

Villain searched into his back pocket, holding out and dangling a bone shaped dog treat between two fingers. Hero brightened, sitting up sloppily. “Paw.” Villain instructed, shaking Hero by the hand and dropping the reward between the man’s teeth, right onto his panting tongue. “Good boy!”

“Dad, come on! Come on! Mom!” Youngest called, kicking his feet still, but now in impatient anticipation.

“I told you, I’m coming!” Medic entered, hair put up into a lazy bun with a plush robe tied around her waist. “I was just grabbing a drink, baby.” She placed a quick peck to the lanky man’s forehead, before adjusting the vibrantly pink clips scattered about his hair.

Youngest’s face flushed, giggling. “Dad, c’mere!”

“Come on, puppy.” Gifting Hero a few pats to the head, Villain gestured him along to the couch before plopping down beside his partner. He hooked his arm around Medic, pushing her head to sit upon his shoulder.

Sometimes, he secretly wished she’d give him little kisses just as she did Youngest. He’d never felt such tender contact before, and most likely never would.

Following example, Hero hopped onto a cushion beside youngest, getting prepared to curl up beside the man in his eyes he deemed as a young child before Medic pointed to him with disapproval. “No.” She scolded. “No dogs on the furniture.”

With a frown he climbed back down on all fours, disappointedly furling into a ball at their feet. Villain watched in satisfaction, bending down a moment later to pat the whining man’s head.

All the while Youngest fiddled with the remote, just until he managed to get the television turned on. A moment later the screen switched to life, instantly the sounds of a newscast filling the group’s ears.

No.

“Hey,” Villain started, reaching around to take the remote for himself.

He couldn’t let them see anything they weren’t supposed to. Anything that could pull them from their brainwashing, even by the slightest bit. Youngest wrenched it away, barely taking notice, instead captivated by something dancing upon the screen.

The criminal’s heart skipped a beat. That something, just so happened to be himself.

Videos, pictures, recordings, even, of the three’s heroics blared across the screen, regular civilians that worshipped the group pleading for the team back. Other heros as well, begging for their friends and comrades to be found.

Villain clamored for the remote desperately, chest beating with a spark of adrenaline. All three of the other family members were fixed on the TV, brows furrowed as their minds twisted blank, refusing and yet fighting to digest what they were watching.

“Youngest! Give me the remote!” Villain shouted, the other man still refusing to give it up with an iron grip.

Oh, no, no, no, no-

“That’s…” Youngest mumbled, brain gradually working to achieve comprehension.

Medic’s expression was twisted in befuddlement alongside him, frozen rigid in place. “I don’t… understand…”

Please, no-

“Nngh…!” Hero whimpered, shrinking back with fearful puzzlement.

Villain couldn’t fail. Not then, and not ever. He couldn’t let them break free from their conditioning, couldn't allow them to remember, and most of all couldn’t afford to lose them. He’d never had such a loving, happy family, let alone a group of people he cherished so shockingly dearly, and he wouldn’t let his hard work go to waste so easily.

Finally, some button was switched that successfully flicked the screen, turning it to whatever else was showing at the moment. Still shaking, Villain sighed in relief as the other three blinked out from their trance, minds easing and carefully returning with his control still strict in place.

Medic sputtered in confusion. “What… um, sorry…” she mumbled, turning to her partner for an answer. He couldn’t let her know. He couldn’t let her realize, or she would hate him again-

“Momma, my head hurts.” Youngest whined, gripping the sides of his head and dropping into her lap. He scrunched the muscles of his face in an attempt to clear his head.

Still in that of a hazy daze, Medic’s vision still unfocused glazed over, she stumbled over her words. “Mine, um, mine.. too…”

Hero rubbed against her leg in dreaded distress, croaking whimpers scratching from his throat. He clawed the walls of his mind, shoving himself back down in favor of the brainwashing.

“Everything’s alright! Let’s just watch the movie, okay?” Villain brushed them off, trembling, quickly setting up the program correctly this time as the rest of his companions were plagued by bitter affliction. Anything to distract them.

Everything was alright. Everything was fine. He’d caught it just in time, and they weren’t going to remember. They weren’t going to leave him, because he wouldn’t let them.

Not like everybody else. This was different. Villain loved his family, and they loved him.

Didn’t they?

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manyrepulsivethoughts · 3 months

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what do you think he's singing?

#i got too carried away #silly/funky playlists on youtube are the true heroes behind the vibes for this #I LOVE this trend with the rainbow stars #i find them very hypnotizing #i got i few more ideas for SB including sun/moon and vanny/glitchtrap #fnaf #fnaf security breach #security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock animatronics #mega pizzaplex #fnaf freddy #fnaf art #fnaf fanart #my lovely crap

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the-modern-typewriter · 1 year

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Could you write a hero villain snippet where the villain has manipulation/hypnosis powers? And the hero has been thrust into her role and is young and unprepared, so the villain tries to capitalize on it but she is somehow able to fight them off! Thank you!

If it was only the villain's shimmering whirlpool of a gaze that was hypnotic, Annie could have closed her eyes. If it was only their voice, she could have blocked her ears. If it was only their touch, she might have ran away before it was too late.

But there were no only's when it came to the villain.

"Oh," the villain murmured, ever so polite, "hold the door for me. Thank you."

Annie's hand had froze. She'd clocked who was talking. The villain had brushed past her, into the small cramped space, and then the lift door had gently closed in her face.

Annie's stomach swooped as they started to go up.

It couldn't be more than thirty seconds until her floor. She could do thirty seconds. Right?

She didn't dare turn around. She couldn't not turn around.

She should have taken the stairs.

Why hadn't she forced her aching limbs up the stairs?

Annie clamped her hands over her ears, just in time to hear the villain chuckle. She jumped as a hand brushed against her wrist. Her hands fell limp to her sides.

"First days on a new job are the worst," the villain said. "Congratulations on lasting nearly fourteen hours. You work for me now."

Annie swallowed.

"Don't you?" The villain asked. Their voice washed over her, it sucked her down, down, down...

"Yes," she said, exceptionally surprised to learn that she was in fact lying. Her heart rabbited furiously in her chest.

She watched the floors pass them by.

Twenty seconds.

"Look at me, dear," the villain said.

Annie's palms felt clammy. Her head spun. It felt a stupid idea to look - it might get rid of whatever scant resistance to the villain's control she had. If she didn't look, they would definitely know that it wasn't working and then...what? She'd never heard of it not working before. Well. There had been her grandma, blind and deaf, who'd worn a suit that prevented any physical contact, but...

She turned.

Her grandma's suit had been corrupted before the end. The sensory technology had turned strange. It had obeyed someone else. And her mother...

Their eyes met.

"You will report to me whenever I ask," the villain said, not cruel, simply firm. "About whatever I ask. You will do whatever I tell you to do exactly when I tell you to do it. Won't you?"

"Yes." Annie kept her expression as blank as she could. What if it wasn't supposed to be blank? What if everyone normally looked at the villain all adoring and trancelike? What if they were supposed to look as terrified as she felt? There was no evidence - no one ever - she'd seen the way the world warped and bent and orbited around the villain, heard the stories, but no one who liked free will got close.

"Good." The villain smiled. "It's dreadfully cold out. Do wear a scarf so you don't catch a chill."

They were old. Properly old. They held a serpentine cane between their hands that clicked on the ground whenever they took a step, and their greying hair was neatly pinned beneath a black trilby. They did not look especially evil. They did not look like the reason Annie's entire life was up in smoke and ruin. They looked like they might reach into the pocket of their deep blue wool coat and offer her a werther's original.

Ten seconds.

"Yes," Annie rasped, because her mouth felt gluey with horror, and her mind couldn't think of anything better to say.

They seemed oblivious to the fact that their usual control hadn't taken hold. Why hadn't it taken hold?

The villain considered her for a moment longer, eyes a touch sad for someone who had just tried to turn her into their new mindless teenaged slave hero spy.

"You know," they said, "your grandma once begged me to leave you out of this. Told me that, if I were to command anything of you, it should be that you leave your family profession behind. Find something safer. She loved you very much. You and your mother."

Annie could feel the bile burning in the back of her throat, feel the too raw prickle of tears threatening the back of her eyes. She could hear her own breath too loudly but they - they weren't really looking at her. They'd already assumed that, now, there was no one left who could disobey.

She wished she had a better weapon at her disposal than her school bag. Was it possible to brain someone to death with a schoolbag? Probably. Her hands trembled as she started to ease the rucksack off her shoulder, weighed down with the hard edges of too many books.

The lift dinged gently behind her and the door opened once more.

Her stop. Her chance at freedom.

Her-everything of her would already be gone in those thirty seconds if not for-why?

"Forget we ever had this conversation," the villain commanded. "Have a good night. Do your homework." They smiled again, as if the fact that she was still in school was somehow amusing instead of fifty shades of screwed up, and tipped the hat in dismissal.

Annie stumbled back out of the lift on leaden legs, still staring at them. The words weren't sinking in, but she also couldn't quite look away. In the same way that one might stare at a spider, or a snake, when it was in the room.

"Oh - and." The villain reached out, to hold the door from closing, and their smile grew. "Do finish off your wretched mother for me, won't you? Tomorrow when you go and see her. You're a smart girl, you can figure out how. Superheroes like her are a waste of a perfectly good hospital bed in this economy. She should have had the decency to die the first time I tried to kill her, eh dear?"

She managed a nod.

The villain let the lift door close once more, taking them anyway.

Annie stood in the corridor, staring at the space the villain had been, for a long time.

#heroes and villains #villains and heroes #writing #story #short story #ficlet #fic #mind control #hypnotism

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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Look at those beautiful ocean eyes of his😭 I’m GONNA CRY

All this man has to do is look at me with those eyes and I’d be ready to do anything for him.

#this will be my new header #THEYRE SO HYPNOTIZING #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #shoto todoroki #todoroki #toya todoroki #dabi mha #dabi bnha

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loxare · 6 months

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Every single pop culture version of Helsing: Badass with a capital B, slinging guns and diving over obstacles to shoot vampires more Badassly, running and fighting like the Cool Action Hero he is

Helsing in Dracula:

#I know this is a few days late but it's been a busy few days #Dracula daily #This is so funny to me #Quincey is more the classic action hero #But every single pop culture thing fixates on the old man who does phrenology and hypnotism #Loxie has words

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hypnolordx · 2 months

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Well, that's some impressive multi-tasking. An anonymous commission I did featuring Tsuyu and Peg being hypnotized by Miia, similar to that one scene in Jungle Book (though one's being entranced with the kaa-eyes, one with a pocket watch). Enjoy!

#hypnosis #hypnoart #mind control #hypnotized #3d #3dart #comics #sfm art #source filmmaker #miia #monster musume #peg pete #tsuyu asui #my hero academia #commission

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fbfh · 1 year

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Leo finishes sending out the files of the finished design, finally done with the last thing on his to do list for the day. he gets up and stretches his legs, immediatley going to find you and your baby. it's still early enough in the spring where it's dark outside soon in the evening, and your house is full of cozy glowing soft lights. he walks through halls past stacks of books and carefully currated pieces of decor, past the dining room set it took you months to find and the chandelier he installed by hand. he walks past framed photos of you and him, both of you with your parents, of you pregnant, your wedding, your baby. he enters the living room, organized and lived in, to be met with you and your baby sitting together, watching tv. the couch is soft and squishy, and has just enough pillows and throw blankets. the lighting is soft, and a dvd of songs and nursery rhymes for babies plays melodically through the room. one hand rests on your face, the other holding baby, who plays with plush, brightly colored blocks as you watch. he's overcome with that feeling that can only be described as I actually made it. we made it. pride and joy and love swell in him as he watches you sing along to your baby, and tears prickle in the corners of his eyes. he just loves you so much. he walks further into the room around the toys scattered across the rug, and his eyes land on the kids books on the lower book shelves. you've both found that text books and stuffy old classics put baby to bed much faster than picture books; Leo's been reading the fundamentals of aerospace engineering, and you've gotten a few chapters into war and peace, and baby's never slept better. he sits next to you, sandwiching baby between you as the next song plays. you greet him with a kiss, one that lingers. he kisses baby on the forehead thinking about how precious they look in their sesame street onesie. he wraps an arm around you as a song about growing up big and strong plays. he looks back down at your baby, your baby, your little bundle of love and joy you made together. he thinks back to when you first came back from the hospital, your first time coming home as a family, how little baby was, barely fitting into newborn clothes.

"you really are getting so big, aren't you?" he asks your baby. he kisses them on the head again, and you recognize the emotion in his voice. you turn to look at him.

"it's so exciting, isn't it?" he looks at you, then back at your baby. there are so many birthdays to plan, so many play dates and bike lessons and pool days and snow days in your future, there's so much to look forward to in this life you've built together. he nods, agreeing with you.

"yeah. it really is."

#drabbles #dad!leo #leo valdez #leo valdez drabbles #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez fluff #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus drabbles #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus fluff #wailing sobbing hysterically #might have just had a little bitty breakdown bc I miss my fictional husband and fictional children :')#catch me in my wandavision era fr #it's looking mighty tempting to hypnotize a whole town ngl #hm.#ig this will have to do lol

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evilhorse · 10 months

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Surrender in the name of the Earth government!

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oliversrarebooks · 5 months

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Hi!! so i recently just found your blog and i am literally in love with your work! i recently just saw a prompt that was like a musical villain who has the power to hypnotize their audience (and especially hero) through their stage performance or just by singing, and i was wondering if u you would like write anything based off that? totally fine if not, thanks queen!😁🤍

Excellent taste in prompts!

TW: mind control, imagery of restraints

She had to admit, she was happy to have a night off for a change.

Hero had been working very long shifts lately. Between the glue factory explosion two weeks ago, the string of bank robberies carried out by perpetrators who couldn't remember what they had done afterwards, and the return and subsequent defeat of notorious supervillain Radioface, it felt like she hadn't gotten more than a few hours of sleep in ages, much less time off.

The commissioner had noticed Hero's deterioration, as well. That's why she insisted that Hero take the tickets to the hottest musical act in town, the one that was sold out every night. She'd seen the act a week before, loved it, and decided that the only way to force Hero to take some time off would be giving her tickets she couldn't possibly refuse. After all, they were impossible to get unless you lined up all day or had connections.

So that was why Hero had dressed up in something other than her costume or training sweats for the first time in a long time. She was standing in the crowd near the stage, and everyone around her was buzzing with excitement.

"This is my fifth time here!" said a young woman wearing a bright yellow tank top.

"You're so lucky," said her friend. "I could've never even gotten tickets if it weren't for you."

The anticipation was so thick in the air that Hero felt like she was getting swept up in it too. How often did she just get to be a civilian, dressed in cute clothes among a big crowd, anonymous and mercifully free of responsibility? A night like this didn't come often, so she might as well cut loose and enjoy herself.

The lights cut, and instead of the commotion Hero expected, the crowd immediately went dead silent. The tension hung in the air for a moment before the stage lit up in a kaleidoscope of neon rainbow shapes. Synthwave music was fading in from the many amplifiers, and just as it reached a crescendo, a spotlight hit center stage, illuminating the city's biggest pop sensation, Siren Waves.

Her voice rang out clear and strong above the synths, launching into her first song, and Hero was immediately captivated. Her opening number was an aggressive song about power and control with a catchy beat and a great hook, and her voice was the sort that was borderline addictive to listen to. In her peripheral vision, Hero could see that the entire crowd around her was entranced and hanging on to her every word, and she could see why. She'd have to look up the artist on streaming later so she could listen to this during workouts.

Siren strode across the stage with flashy confidence, her glitter-encrusted outfit sparkling in the multi-colored lights, her cocky grin showing that she knew very well how much the audience was eating out of her hand. She went straight from her first song to her second without a break, this one with an intense, driving bass line that made Hero want to dance. Indeed, a good portion of the crowd was dancing in place to the beat, and Hero felt her own head bobbing before she could stop herself.

It really was fun to lose herself in the crowd, the beat, the colorful light show, and especially Siren's fantastic voice. She was singing about building something, hard work and devotion, and while Hero couldn't follow all of the lyrics, the way Siren sang them just made her feel good.

"Thank you everybody!" said Siren once the song finished. "For this next song, I want to slow things down a little. This is a song about feeling powerless."

A good portion of the crowd cheered.

"We all feel powerless sometimes," Siren continued. "And what a lot of people don't want to admit is that feeling powerless can be nice. It can be nice to have no responsibility, to relax and float along and let things happen to you. This is a song about that very special feeling."

The music started up again, but even though it wasn't loud and intense like the previous two songs, it was no less compelling. The slower song was a fantastic showcase for Siren's versatile voice. It was if all of Hero's cares and worries were melting away, and the only thing that existed was the music, the flashing lights, and the electrifying presence of Siren Waves.

Powerless... Hero certainly had experienced her fair share of that. Tied up, caught in traps, subdued with power suppressants, injured, knocked out... it drove Hero crazy when she had nothing to do but endure and wait for a rescue.

But...

...it could be nice, sometimes, too.

The beautiful voice and the lyrics were stirring up feelings in Hero. Feelings she normally liked to suppress. The idea that it could be nice to be powerless... that it wasn't so bad to be tied up, helpless, subdued... it wasn't as if she hadn't thought that before. She just had to save any of those thoughts and urges for when she wasn't doing heroics, for obvious reasons.

And these days, she was pretty much always doing heroics. No time for any of that.

No time to think about being powerless... bound... relaxing... letting go...

Siren's voice really was impossibly beautiful. Hero could listen to this all day. Hero could listen to this forever, really.

The thought stirred something in Hero's hazy mind. This voice... this song... it sounded familiar, didn't it? Siren was using her amplifiers to turn her voice into something synthetic, but the underlying quality of it... it was something Hero was increasingly certain she had heard before.

Where had she heard this voice? It was hard to concentrate, especially when it was so nice to stop thinking and drift along on the song. It was nice to think about times when she'd been captured and at the villain's mercy, writhing against ropes and waiting for a chance to escape, the villain whispering threats and promises in her ear.

Wait. Hero knew that voice.

Two years back, Hero had faced down a young woman with an irresistible mind control voice. It'd been one of her hardest cases yet, owing in part to the fact that each time Hero failed to catch the villain, she'd captured Hero and put her under her spell. Hero could still remember so clearly how it felt to be bound and gagged, listening to the villain's sweet hypnotic voice, her mind becoming hazy and floaty, her fight fading away as she succumbed to the villain's control.

So good to be powerless. So good to relax. So good to stop thinking and be guided under a gentle hypnotic spell.

Hero shook her head, trying to snap herself out of it. This was that same voice, she was sure of it. It was obscured with voice modulation, and the woman had disguised herself in flashy clothes and heavy stage makeup, but that was a voice she could never forget.

But wasn't she still in jail...?

...It was probably fine... she was here to have a nice evening off... she didn't need to do hero work... she just needed to pay attention to the concert...

She shook herself awake again. The amplified music was impossible to escape from, and she was already halfway under its spell.

Powerless... so powerless...

No...! She wasn't powerless at all. She could storm the stage, take down the amplifiers, even just clamp a hand over Siren's mouth.

She was right in the thick of the crowd, though. All around her she could see glassy-eyed people staring up at Siren with utterly enraptured faces, swaying gently back and forth to the slow song. As she tried to gather herself and get closer to the stage, the zombie-eyed fans were unwilling to budge.

Why fight it...? Why fight it at all? Why fight it when it was so, so nice to just let the beautiful music take her away...

"Hey," said Hero weakly, shaking the shoulder of the woman in the yellow tank top. "You have to let me through. We're all being brainwashed by the music."

The woman managed to tear her eyes away from the stage, blinking slowly at Hero. "Yeah..." she said with a blissful smile. "I just love being brainwashed by Siren..."

Well, that definitely wasn't going to go anywhere. Hero was trapped in the hypnotized crowd.

Might as well give up...

No, she could use her powers to... to...

Sway gently to the rhythm of the music... let her mind relax... give in...

Hero looked up at the stage, the swirling lights, Siren's glittering makeup, and it seemed almost like the singer was singing directly to her.

And all Hero could think about was how badly she wanted to be captured, to relax helplessly into inescapable binds, to hear that hypnotic voice whispering seductively in her ear. To give up all control, to not have to worry about the fate of the city or the danger she was in, to just let the music...

Let the music in...

A blissful, hazy feeling settled over her as she fell completely under the music's spell, forgetting why she was struggling. Why struggle against something that felt so, so good? The music was filling her head with all sorts of delicious, buried desires. As she stood there watching, letting all the tension drain from her tired muscles, she could practically feel the pull of soft bonds on her wrists, the touch of a hand on her head, the dizzying thrill of being at someone's mercy.

God, yes, this was what she wanted. So perfect.

The mesmeric song came to a close, but nothing was about to break the spell laid on the audience. "Thank you all for listening so very closely," said Siren. "My next number is a song I think a lot of you already know. It's a song about obedience and pleasure."

Hero felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Now, for this song, when I sing 'obey me,' you sing...?"

"Yes, mistress!" called out the crowd in unison. Someone very near Hero was yelling very, very enthusiastically.

"Very good! Let's try that again. Obey me...!"

"Yes, mistress!"

"Obey me!"

"Yes, mistress!" Hero realized that the enthusiastic yelling was her.

"And we have a very special guest in the crowd today."

Siren was looking right at her and smiling, a wicked Cheshire Cat grin that made Hero weak in the knees.

"Come on up to the stage, sweet thing," she said, beckoning. "That's right, I mean you."

The crowd, which had been completely impenetrable just a few minutes before when she was trying to escape it, parted immediately to let her through. She took a few hesitant steps towards the stage, feeling as if she were sleepwalking, or deep in a dream. Hands were nudging her forward, encouraging.

Siren reached a hand down.

Her touch was electric, being so near to her intoxicating, and Hero helped herself be swept onto the stage.

"My special guest. I'm so glad to see you here," said Siren, and now that she was close, Hero could recognize those sparkling eyes, the ones she still thought about far too often. Without a doubt, it was that same villain. And judging by Siren's cat-that-ate-the-canary face, she knew that Hero knew.

Hero's mind struggled very, very briefly against the chains of trance ensorcelling her, as Siren drew her closer and turned her towards the audience. "Here she is! The city's pride and joy, the most hardworking superhero in the state. Everyone welcome Hero!"

The crowd went wild, and Hero stared out at all the blissed-out smiles, trying to pull her mind into gear. She was in her civilian clothes with no mask, and Siren had just announced to the packed venue that she was Hero. This seemed bad, really bad... but trying to think of how it was bad left Hero's mind hitting a wall of fog.

"I wanted to show my appreciation for everything you've done for the city, Hero," said Siren, pulling Hero in close and petting her hair, and oh, hearing her voice so close, her real voice with no distortion or amplifiers, was like having liquid honey poured in her vulnerable mind. "So this next song is dedicated to you."

Siren wrapped her arms around Hero as she sang the first sweet notes of her melody, and whatever remained of Hero's willpower was gone. Siren was singing to her of obedience, of vulnerability, of the sweet, irresistible pull of submission.

Hero had been so, so exhausted. So stressed. This was what she needed, what she craved. She needed to rest her mind, let someone else make all the decisions for her. She needed the song to wash all her worries away.

And she deserved it. She must deserve it, because Siren had brought her up on stage to sing so beautifully just for her.

"Fall to your knees for me," she sang, and Hero sank. The crowd felt like a distant memory as she surrendered to Siren in front of thousands of civilians. It all felt so completely and utterly right.

From her position kneeling at Siren's feet, Hero had the best possible view of the concert. There was nothing between her and the source of her euphoria. Here, she could lose herself entirely in the music, letting her mind ebb away with the hypnotic melody.

Hero didn't know how long the concert went on. She didn't care. As far as she was concerned, it could go on forever, the music driving her further and further into obedient trance, lights flashing all around her as her new master sang.

And then, it was quiet.

"Thank you all for coming!" Siren called out to the crowd, bowing. "Keep an eye on the mail for further instructions or free tickets!"

Hero blinked slowly as the neon light show stopped and the stage lights dimmed. She could hear the crowd shuffling out, far quieter than one would expect for so many people exiting a loud pop concert.

She felt so disappointed that the concert was over already. It felt like it was over in the blink of an eye. Still, she had to do what her master wanted. She began struggling to her feet, her knees sore from the stage floor.

A hand on her head stopped her. "Oh, no, not you, my little hero," said the delicious voice. "I have a special encore for you and you alone to hear."

Hero's breath hitched with excitement.

"You're going to join me backstage, and I'm going to sing you into being my willing puppet to overthrow the city. Doesn't that sound perfect?"

The music was too deep in her brain for her to say anything else. "Yes, master, yes, it does."

#whump #mind control #hypnosis #hypnotic music #hero whumpee #villain whumper

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brendathedoodler · 1 year

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*raises hand timidly* about that Hero Mr L AU, in your last answer you mentionned s post game part of that AU, so does Mr L ever regain his memories ?

(Haven't actually played SPM yet, so I don't know much about actual plot events outside of "Luigi gets brainwashed and adopted by the bad guys, Mr L happens and is a riot, and he almost causes the end of the world when he actually regains his memories')

Wonderful question!

I have two versions of the au’s postgame, and in one of them he absolutely does.

The end of the world is avoided, Count Bleck and Tippi have vanished but are living happily ever after, Dimentio is dead (supposedly), and the rest of the villains aren’t trying to destroy all worlds anymore.

However, Mr L is still Mr L. Just as the villains go to leave, Mario reaches out and grabs Nastasia by the arm.

“You were the one who brainwashed my brother. Can you fix him?”

Nastasia confirms that she can. It would be quite easy for her, in fact. She turns towards the heroes and her glasses meet Mr L’s white eyes.

He freezes in place. He’s always been afraid of her, though he’s never had a specific reason why. Staring her down, though, it doesn’t matter why. He can’t let her get rid of him.

Mr L has heard Mario talk about how different Luigi was. Bringing Luigi back would mean getting rid of Mr L.

He tries to flee with his rocket boosters, but Bowser saw it coming. He snatches Mr L right out of the air and holds him down.

Nastasia approaches and Mr L panics. He shouts, he cries out, and he calls for Mario specifically. Mario had said that even if he couldn’t be Luigi again, he’d still love him like his brother, right? Surely he’s not getting to just let her destroy him? Right?

Mario does one of the most difficult things he’s had to do this entire adventure.

He turns away.

In that momentary distraction, Nastasia hits Mr L with her abilities. Bowser lets go, and Mr L falls to his knees. He’s struggling against it at first, but then slumps over. The magic disperses, and he slowly opens his eyes.

They’re blue again, no longer Mr L’s unnatural white.

Mario rushes over, elated to see that little difference. He stops in his tracks when Luigi flinches back.

Luigi doesn’t remember a goddamn thing that happened while Mr L was active. Some leftover feelings still remain, though, and tensions were high in the moments before Luigi was returned.

Peach kneels down next to him, gently rubbing his back and assuring him that he doesn’t need to worry, he’s safe now. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Luigi mentions crashing Bowser and Peach’s forced wedding (which Bowser mutters something about). He admits that he remembers ending up in some weird monochrome castle, but he doesn’t remember what happened there or how he ended up here.

It’s then that he realizes just how he looks. Weird clothes, weird bandana, weird mask- wait, when was the last time he shaved!?

Mario laughs at Luigi’s bewilderment. Yup, classic Luigi. He goes over to help him up, and he he’s almost lightheaded with relief when Luigi doesn’t hesitate to accept his help. He’s also relieved that Luigi doesn’t mind him taking the mask off (Mr L would’ve slaughtered him for it).

“So… What just happened? Something obviously happened,” Luigi asked, and he notices Mario and Peach both freeze in place. Oh boy, it’s something serious then.

Luigi decides that now is not the time. “Actually, I changed my mind. I don’t want to deal with this right now. I’m going to shovel a huge bowl of pasta in my face and take a nap, then I’ll deal with it,” he decides.

Mario takes his hand and leads him to the tower’s elevator, a relieved smile on his face and tears welling up in his eyes. He tells Luigi about this place that makes incredible pasta, and an inn with beds so soft you’d think they were meant for royalty.

Luigi is fine, and everything goes back to normal. The world is saved, and all is well.

(They explain what happened to him after. Luigi doesn’t remember any of it, but it is a little scary to think about the fact that he did all that. Mario does his best to assure him that it wasn’t him doing that, it was Mr L. Luigi appreciates it, but he doesn’t mention the strange remnants. He doesn’t talk about knowing things he shouldn’t (the names of Count Bleck’s minions, their habits, their likes and dislikes), he doesn’t talk about the strange dreams he’s been having (of being trapped in a monochrome fortress, of being flooded with indescribable power, of Mario turning his back on him). Perhaps it’s best if everything Mr L was is simply… Buried.)

#super paper mario #spm #mr l hero au #mr l #nastasia #mario #princess peach #canon plays out much differently. Luigi gets his memories back after beating Mr L a second time #(Dimentio kills Mr L and he gets sent to the underworld where he meets up with the heroes as a Luigi again)#then he’s just normal Luigi until the end of the game where he gets hypnotized and fused with Dimentio to become Super Dimentio #this game is wild! I highly recommend you play it #also the alt ending for the hero au is Mr L not regaining his memories #it’s mostly an excuse for me to examine how Mr L would respond to a variety of unfamiliar situations

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His Word

I <3 hero/villain pet whump

cw: pet whump

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“Go, Hero. You’re free. Go.” This was the most harsh his words had ever been with Hero since his capture.

Hero stood at the edge of the base entrance, gaping wide eyes at Villain. Villain stood opposite to him, standing tall and intimidating.

“S-sir, please, I-I can be better I pro-”

“Hero, I don’t need you to be better, I need you to be you! You have to go, you want to go! I know you do!” Villain was yelling now, as Hero began to slide to his knees with tear prickled eyes.

“Sir, no I promise, I really, really, want to be with you! I-I need to be with you. I have to serve you, sir. It’s what I’m made for, please!” Hero was inching toward becoming a blubbering mess, pleading in his mind for his owner to use the hypnotic word.

To use his word.

“Hero, you don’t want to be here, you don’t want to serve. Y-you don’t want any of it and we both know it!” Villain was clutching for life onto both arms, shouting even louder now, fat tears beginning to spill from his eyes. “You’re mean! Y-you always do what you want, an-an’ you don’t like it when people tell you what to do! Especially not me!”

“Sir, my purpose is to serve you.” Villain paused, enraptured in Hero’s pleading gaze. “I-I like to be obedient, I like to submit to you, sir. It makes me feel so good.” Hero’s eyes glazed over, his pudgy cheeks squishing from his ever-widening desperate smile.

“I love being your pet sir! I love, love, love it!” Hero was shouting now, the most conscious Villain had seen him in weeks. “I-I love how you spoil me, and how- how you give me cuddles! And-and most of all sir,” Hero’s head was pounding from the mixture of sweat, tears, and the nauseating feeling seeping into his brain. “I love it when you praise me. The pleasure I feel is so good! And it makes me so happy to see you happy! Every minute with you feels like heaven, Sir-”

“Hush. Hero.”

Euphoria seeped into every crevice of Hero’s body upon the holy word being uttered. As Hero’s eyes became fuzzy and far away once again, Villain slumped onto his knees, mere inches away from Hero. Hero’s eyes drooped, the usual weight of them returning upon the feeling of bliss and warmth that enveloped Hero’s soft mind.

This was when he was at his best. When his mind was foggy and blank, when his body was heavy and soft. He was obedient, docile, subservient. Hero yearned for it, the overwhelming want to submit to Villain. The word made him better, it meant that Villain wanted him. He wanted to be such a good boy for Villain. He wanted to be the best pet possible, one deserving of being owned by a villain as marvelous as the one in front of him.

A moment of silence was broken by Villain. “Hero?” The word was faint, almost unheard.

“Yes, sir?” The words slipped off of his tongue like creamy butter. He wanted a command. He wanted to be good, to show Villain once and for all that this is what he wanted.

“Can…can I get a hug, please?” Villain reluctantly choked out, shaggy hair sticking to his tear-stained face.

Hero was ecstatic from receiving an order, but still lacked the means of understanding why Villain always insisted on asking him to do things. Being obedient was his purpose. The owner was not to ask things of the pet, the owner was to tell.

Hero drowsily curled his arms around Villain’s slender frame tightly. He felt proud knowing Villain liked strong hugs.

Villain clutched Hero’s body in return, holding onto Hero as if he were to let go the entire world would crumble beneath them.

They sat for a moment, Villain’s face snuggled deep into Hero’s shoulder. Hero could feel the sporadic wet drops of gloopy tears sinking into his chest.

“Sir?” Hero whispered.

“Mhm?” The response was strained. Hero hoped his owner wouldn’t be angry at him for speaking without permission.

“I’m so deeply sorry for yelling at you. It was so bad of me. I’m so sorry sir. I was distraught over the thought of having to leave my beloved owner, but I know it's not an excuse-”

“I love you Hero.”

For a tight second Hero’s throat sucked dry. “I-I love you too, sir. So much.” Both men squeezed firmer to one another.

“I’m so grateful for you. You-you sent me to get fixed. To be better. I know I used to be bad. I was a-a really bad boy. But you helped me sir,” Villain tensed. “I get to be a good dog for you now, sir. I couldn’t live a better life than this.”

“Hush, please, Hero.”

Hero was oh so grateful for the use of the mesmerizing word, the way his brain melted to mush and he was so docile and quiet.

Although, it meant Hero had talked far too much. Pets weren’t meant to be heard, he knew that. Sometimes even when he meant to be good, the bad urges got the best of him. Even so, Villain was so kind about it. Villain never hurt him, even when he made the stupidest mistakes.

Hero was enraptured with Villain. He worshiped the man. All his brain could ever muster up now were thoughts of Villain.

Villain was his whole world now, and he would never forget it.

#whumpblr #hero whumpee #whump #pet whump #mind control whump #hypnosis #hypnotized #hero x villain #whumpee #brainwashing #my writing #writing drabble

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