#vampire hypnosis

[oliversrarebooks]

walk home late at night

Masterlist

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, blood drinking, nothing explicit but it's pretty horny

You're walking home from work late at night. You had to work overtime yet again, because your shitty boss forced a shitty deadline on you, and it's either work late or risk another bad performance review. Unfortunately, your need to make rent has to be prioritized over your need to sleep -- or else you won't have any more place to sleep.

The night is foggy and wet, almost like out of a suspense film, but you're too tired to indulge in much imagination. It's making your clothes and shoes damp and cold, which you do not appreciate in the slightest. At least you're not far, now. Only a few blocks.

As you pass under a flickering street lamp, you see the dark outline of a person in the space between buildings, and it startles you a bit. Probably nothing to worry about, probably just a loiterer or a homeless person. You're just jumpy because you're tired. You keep walking.

"Excuse me, dear."

The voice behind you is ethereal, neither male nor female, and almost seems to echo. It must be that person you passed a minute ago. A robber? Shit. You walk faster.

"Stop."

You stop. 

Your mind reels as it tries to catch up with what you've just done. Why did you stop? This is clearly bad news.

"Please face me while I'm addressing you, dear."

You're turning around. Just to see who this person is and what they want, since clearly they aren't leaving you alone. Yes, that is the reason. "Who are you?"

"Silent, dear. Still and silent for me."

"I --" Your words die in your throat. Your muscles relax, like sliding into a warm bath. What's happening to you? It feels like a dream.

"Oh, dear," says the mysterious figure with a soft chuckle. "It seems you've already fallen under my power." They raise one hand and flutter their fingers downward, like rain, and your eyes follow. "Under my power. Deep, deep under my power."

It's like... your mind... shifts downwards. It feels so nice. But this isn't right. You have to get away from here -- you have to flee --

"So still, dear, so silent. Your limbs so heavy. Falling down, down, down." They flutter their fingers back and forth, and you feel yourself swaying along with it. "That's a lovely pet."

You're -- you're not a pet. You need to leave. But it's like your mind has disconnected from your body, and your body feels far too relaxed, like you've been hit with a tranquilizer. Tranquilized, yes, that's exactly how it feels.

"Come closer now, dear." With both hands, they beckon you closer. You take one step, then two, sleepwalking forward. "Closer and deeper under my power. Closer and deeper. Deeper and closer."

You can feel it. With every clumsy, sleepwalking step, your mind is draining away, your thoughts of escaping growing further and fuzzier. Distantly, you know that something bad will happen when you're in this strange person's clutches, but you can't stop yourself.

"Deeper under my power," says the echoing voice. You're so close now, in arm's reach, and the figure cups their hand under your chin and draws you in the rest of the way. Their touch feels electric, making you shiver with pleasure. 

"That's a most excellent pet. Good, good pet," they praise, and the warmth of the praise spreads through your body. The thoughts of wrong, wrong, wrong are dimming as they pet your head as though you are a puppy.

Their fingers lift your chin, and you find yourself gazing into their deep, dark eyes. You can almost see stars in them, swirling and dancing, so beautiful. "That's right, dear pet. I need you to look into my eyes, now. Look deep, deep into my eyes," they say. "You're going to start to fall into a hypnotic trance for me. Deep, deep into trance."

Hypnotic... trance... there's a brief struggle in your mind.

"Yes, dear, you're being hypnotized. You're already starting to get sleepy, so very sleepy. Getting so sleepy as you look deep into my eyes, so sleepy as I sink you into hypnosis. So, so sleepy."

The sleepy, drowsy feelings are overwhelming. You can't think any more. You feel your body slumping, and they catch you in their arms and hold you upright so you can keep staring into those eyes. So hypnotized... so sleepy...

"Keep gazing into my eyes, dear. You're getting so, so sleepy. It's time for foolish little pets like you to go to sleep and surrender to me. Go to sleep, dear, a deep, hypnotic sleep. You're so, so drowsy. So hypnotized. Practically asleep already." Their eyes seem to get even closer and brighter. "Far too sleepy to resist, dear, too drowsy to fight it. All you can do is look into my eyes, let yourself be hypnotized, and go to sleep, deep, sweet sleep."

They're right. You're far too sleepy to stop this from happening. You're already so hypnotized, and they're so, so powerful.

"Your eyes want to shut, don't they, my pet? Yes, of course they do. They crave sleep so badly. Your mind desires sleep. Your mind wants to be hypnotized, wants to lower all its defenses and just relax. Yes, relax your mind for me, dear, let me soothe it to sleep. Your eyelids are drooping, pet. They're closing. You're losing control. You're surrendering. You're surrendering to sleep and to hypnosis, more sleepy and hypnotized by the minute. Isn't that right?"

Your head bobs forward, nodding in response to your master's question.

"Good pet, good, good pet. Let me put you to sleep now, dear. You're going to go to sleep and surrender your hypnotized mind to me. It's only right for a foolish little pet like you, so utterly helpless. Go to sleep, dear. No more fighting your heavy eyelids. No more resisting your drowsy mind. You can't stay awake any longer."

Your vision blurs, your eyelids almost closed. The urge to give in and sleep is so powerful. You can't even remember why you were trying to stay awake.

"Sleep, my pet. Sleep and surrender. Sleep and submit. Sleep and be hypnotized." Their voice goes lower. "I'll take such good care of you while you sleep."

A soft, quiet noise escapes your lips as you fall forward into the mysterious figure's arms, head resting on their shoulder, fast asleep. Their hand rubs your back in a slow circle.

"Good, good, my pet, my thrall. Sleep so deep in hypnotic trance. You won't remember any of this, my dear. You won't remember a thing. You're going to sleep and forget... sleep and submit... sleep and let down every defense while I feed."

Your sleeping, defenseless mind absorbs the commands to forget. In your trance state, you can feel cold fingers tilt your head and run down your neck. 

"You will submit," says the echoing voice at your ear. "You will remain completely asleep and completely hypnotized while I drink my fill from you. There will be no pain, only sleep and submission. Do you understand, my dear thrall?"

"Yes... master..." you whisper.

"Very good," they purr. "Now relax and be especially still. Good pet."

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel sharp fangs at your neck. Despite what your master just said, there is a brief moment of pain, followed by a strange warm sensation as they begin to drink from the punctures on your neck. You can feel yourself bleeding, feel their tongue and their fangs as they lap at your precious blood, feel yourself surrendering utterly.

The warmth from the wound is spreading through your body, and when it hits your brain, there's a wash of intense bliss that makes you shiver and release a low moan, a small part of your mind embarrassed as you fall apart to the sensation. Your master chuckles. "Enjoying yourself, my thrall?"

"Yes, master," you respond immediately.

"Very good, pet, you're so hypnotized and submissive for me, aren't you?" They lick at the wound on your neck. "Perhaps I'll keep you, after all. Do you want to be kept? Do you want to go home with me?"

You know the right answer. "Yes, master."

"If you insist, my hypnotized and helpless little thrall." They nurse the wounds for another moment, before whispering once more in your ear. "Go deeper asleep now. Do not resist the hypnosis. You belong to me."

There's nothing left in you to resist. Your body goes limp and lifeless as your master picks you up in a princess carry, the cool evening breeze on your face as they whisk you off to god knows where.

Masterlist

#whump #vampire #mind control #vampire whumper #hypnosis #hypnotic induction #blood drinking #vampire hypnosis

[spellbounddraws]

For a raffle prize on my Twitter, but thought it would be neat to show here

#hypnosis #vampire hypnosis #vampire #religion #hypnosis sfw #blood

[whumpsoda]

i raise you, a vampire that always keeps their thrall in a sleepy/blissful state cause they think it’s endearing. especially since the thrall was previously a ball of anxiety that couldn’t relax whatsoever before the vampire intervened

WOHEO Masterlist

God, yes!! This is so good, thank you!!

cw: vampire whumper, human whumpee, hypnosis

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“How did you…?” the vampire watched as Malak clung to the couch, desperate to keep himself from toppling over. 

“I- please- I don’t-” the human’s eyes widened, his breath becoming frantic and short as he attempted to speak. His lip quivered, matching the tremble of his pale hands. 

Malak’s head throbbed, discombobulated and out of order from the whirlwind consuming him. It was as if he’d been pulled from a trance of heavenly paradise, suddenly unraveling the strings of his brain. Somehow, someway he couldn’t seem to grasp, he’d escaped the clutches of a mind-bending monster, one out to steal his autonomy to the highest degree.

Overwhelmed with the only urge to escape, one that had been weakened by the vampire’s strength, he had done his very best to obey. Fighting against his strangely heavy and uncoordinated body, he had tried so hard. A voice pounded in his head, screaming at him to liberate himself. 

Adrastus took a step forward, their hands held out to the other man in a comforting manner. “Darling, what happened?” Immediately, Malak attempted to run, instead slipping on his own feet, his legs far cumbersome to operate successfully.

Hitting the chill, wood flooring, an unfamiliar strike of pain cut through him. A whimper escaped his salty lips, wet from tears previously cascading down his red cheeks. In the blink of an eye, a pair of perfectly polished boots appeared level with his gaze.

He squealed, attempting to escape again, unsuccessfully. The sleepy weight of his body allowed for little movement, and thus he was easily captured by the monster. Inhumanly strong arms wrapped around his abdomen, lifting Malak into the arms of the vampire with a huff.

He desperately attempted to thrash in their hold, to no avail. While much too disoriented to resist successfully, Adrastus giggled at their discomfort. “It’s alright darling, I’m here now.” They soothed, inciting only more wiggling. They casually made their way around the couch, unbothered by the struggling man in their arms. 

Malak’s head spun, the concoction of anxiousness and panic twisting in his stomach. A jumble of thoughts overwhelmed him, incomprehensibly spiraling in his brain. He sputtered unintelligibly, coherent words melting on his tongue.

Adrastus plopped onto one cushion, gently sitting Malak on their lap. Before allowing the human a chance to make any move, no matter how feeble, they softly trailed a calming hand from Malak’s forehead, down to his chin, silencing their human immediately. “Hush, sweetie. No need to worry, I’ll fix you up, easy peasy.” They flashed the human a fang-filled smile.

Instantly, Malak’s brain liquified into a pile of goop. The whirlwind of awareness ceased, leaving only the commanding touch of the vampire. 

Adrastus slipped their hand from Malak’s back, gingerly draping him across their own lap. A wave of pleasure washed over him, settling and returning with each motion of Adrastus’ nimble fingers combing through his hair, lightly scratching at the surface of his scalp. With each repeat, the cloud in his mind only grew foggier, hazed with overwhelming bliss.

Drowsily, Malak adjusted his position, shifting his head to lay on Adrastus’ slender legs. “All better now, right?” In return, they merely received the slightest of a nod. 

“I’m so glad. I mean, I’m shocked as well!” Adrastus pinched at their human’s cheek sweetly. “How could such a feeble little mind like yours escape my power? I haven’t seen you remotely lucid in months!” they exclaimed.

The words simply flew right over Malak’s head, too enraptured in the urge to sleep to pay much attention. Absentmindedly, he grunted, and nuzzled closer into the lush fabric of the vampire’s sweater, basking in the warmth. “So sluggish, aren’t you? Just a sleepy little boy. A good little thrall.” They let out a light chuckle, continuing to pet their thrall to unconsciousness.

“My sleepy little boy, my good little thrall.” Malak’s heart practically soared at the praise. To his delight, Adrastus pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re just adorable, all dazed and disoriented. I wouldn’t prefer my thrall any other way.”

“I mean, you enjoy it too don’t you? I can’t imagine how it must have felt escaping from such a long period of mindless bliss. Snapping into awareness must have been so terrifying.” Pouting, Adrastus delicately swiped away the last slick tear from Malak’s red cheeks. “That’s why you can’t let that happen again, alright? I couldn’t imagine what you did to allow your consciousness so close to the surface, but surely you’ve learned your lesson now?”

Malak nodded eagerly, shaken over the idea of displeasing the vampire. “Such confusing emotions of fear and distress just aren’t fit for a thrall as cute as you!” A wide, dull-eyed smile couldn’t help but spread across the human’s face. 

“Must’ve just been all that anxiousness stirring inside that tummy of yours. I'll be sure to arrange that a similar situation does not arise again.” The assurance was comforting, yet Malak couldn’t help but sense a slight anguish stirring inside him.

#asks :) #Don’t know how much I like this but I really wanted to get it done #whump #whumpblr #pet whump #Hypnosis whump #vampire whump #whump writing #My writing #vampire whumper #human whumpee #Malak oc #Adrastus oc #we only have each other

[whumpshaped]

The whumpee who loves the ASMR instructional videos, who would last 0.8 seconds in a vampire situation, finding themselves in a vampire situation. As they fall under the vampire's spell they start dreamily babbling about how nice it all is, just like their favorite videos, and the vampire decides to take advantage of this, brushing through their hair and touching their face and giving them simple little instructions to follow as the whumpee's mind melts -- until they tell the whumpee to tilt their neck...

-- @oliversrarebooks

tw vampire whumper, hypnosis, mind control

“N-no, no, please, no–” Whumpee desperately pushed against their attacker, trying to gain enough space to run past them, but it was no use. They were panicking worse than they ever had before, sobbing as they were cornered against the wall of an abandoned building. They didn’t think it’d be so dangerous to come out here. They were so stupid. “Please, I can give you my money, please don’t–”

“Shh, quiet now. Don’t make a fuss.”

Whumpee shivered at the gentle voice, half their fight leaving them as suddenly as it’d come. It was like being smacked in the back of the head with a shovel, it almost made them disoriented. “I won’t,” they choked out. “I won’t, so please, p-please don’t hurt me–”

“Still talking… So noisy…” Whumper caught their gaze, and Whumpee’s body went still. They couldn’t look away. The pleas died in their throat before they could’ve had a chance to utter them. “There you go. Nice and quiet. Let’s calm down now, hm?”

Whumpee nodded a little, mouth still slightly agape. Waves of comfort and relaxation washed over them, one after the other, disarming them further with every word. There was a pressure in the back of their head that just kept building, almost like a warm hand keeping them steady.

“That’s it. Keep looking into my eyes. You’re doing an excellent job for me.” Whumper cupped their cheeks, making sure they wouldn’t look away even as it became difficult to hold their head up. “Breathe in… and out. That’s it. So peaceful. So nice and quiet. So relaxed.”

Their eyes fluttered closed against their will, despite their desperate desire to keep looking into those gorgeous eyes. Whumper didn’t scold them for it; they merely kept petting them, their cheeks, their hair… It all felt so unbelievably nice. They barely registered as their head was tilted to the side for them, nor did they make an effort to suppress their content sigh as Whumper nuzzled against their neck.

“You’re doing so well,” Whumper murmured. “So good for me. Just keep breathing. In… and out. Just like that.”

The bite didn’t even hurt. Not when they were so relaxed.

#asks #oliversrarebooks #whump #whump drabble #vampire whumper #hypnosis #mind control

[whump-on-a-string]

The Rare Bookseller

Fan art for @oliversrarebooks whump series.

#oliver #my art #fan art #oliversrarebooks #whump art #I got inspired by 1920s movie posters okay #it helps that victorian era graphic design is still pretty relevant to 1920s graphic design tbh bc I have a shit ton of 1880s fonts #hypnosis #vampires #GO READ THAT SHIT IT'S SO GOOD

[sleipliir]

Oh no he used hypnosis!😵‍💫

#you looked into his eyes oh no #you feel weak and unable to move your body oh noooooo #vampires have hypnosis right? #yourboyfriend game #yourboyfriendgame #yourboyfriend #y0urb0yfriend #yourboyfriend fan art #yourboyfriend peter #peter #yb #your boyfriend au #vampire au #vampire yb #vampire peter #sleip-art

[kabie-whump]

Hi! I started following you recently and I LOVE your writing!!! May I make a request? I'd love to see your take on a yandere vampire whumper keeping a darling human whumpee in captivity. Maybe they see Whumpee as both a bloodbag and a companion/pet?

Only if you want to!!

Thanks so much! I'm sorry this took so long but I finally found time to come back to this! All hail spring break!

Content: hypnosis, ex-vampire hunter whumpee, pet/bloodbag whumpee, intimate whumper, vampire whumper, memory loss, gaslighting

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"Is there someone outside?"

Surprised, Whumper glances down at Whumpee, who blinks groggily as they wake. They usually stay out for longer after Whumper feeds on them. Maybe the noise woke them.

Whumper runs their fingers through Whumpee's hair. "Yes, darling. Someone's trying to take you away from me again. But don't worry - my hounds are taking care of it."

There's a distant, muffled scream. Whumpee flinches, their eyes going wide as they sit up. They'd left a dark patch of drool in the fabric of Whumper's pants, but Whumper doesn't mind at all.

"Wait... I know that voice. Who's out there?"

Whumper acts quickly, grabbing Whumpee's face and turning them to force eye contact. They can't let their most treasured companion remember that those humans used to be their friends; that Whumpee used to be a vampire hunter along with them.

"No one important," Whumper insists, pouring a sprinkle of magic into their words. "They're bad people. They want to take you away and hurt you."

It's always so cute to watch the effects of the hypnosis weigh Whumpee down, relaxing their anxious mind. Their pupils dilate until the color of Whumpee's eyes shows in only barely visible rings. Their breathing slows down. Their shoulders slump.

"'Kay," Whumpee whispers. "Sorry. I... got confused."

Whumper presses a kiss to their forehead. "It's alright, pet. I'll take care of everything. No need to worry. No need to even think."

Whumpee nods sleepily, allowing Whumper to pick up their wrist and examine the fresh bite mark. It's already scabbing over nicely. Whumper doesn't like biting their wrists, but their neck is so covered in marks now that they'll have to wait for some of those bites to heal before they can make more.

"Does it hurt?" Whumper asks as they kiss right next to the wound.

Whumpee shrugs, then nods. "A little," they admit. "I'm dizzy."

"Aw, I'm so sorry. You know I hate having to hurt you, don't you?"

"You'll die otherwise, right?" Whumpee asks hopefully. "You need me?"

"Yes. I need you to keep me alive, and you need me to keep you calm. You're much better off as my companion than you were before."

Whumpee's brow creases. "What was I before? I don't remember."

Whumper hums, pulling Whumpee into a gentle hug. "No one at all, dearest." Definitely not one of the city's most renouned vampire hunters, they think with a smirk. "No one at all."

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#whump #whump community #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump ideas #whumpee #vampire whump #intimate whumper #hypnosis whump #brainwashing #cw blood #pet whumpee #bloodbag whumpee #vampire whumper #whump ask

[mrghostrat]

do classic vampire rules apply to Aziraphale? (vulnerable to silver and sunlight, have to be invited over thresholds, etc.)

yes! i’m using wwdits rules which are pretty classic as far as i remember. though i liked his permanent fangs at first, i think i’m going to make them retractable to fit with the fic plot

#nothing is funnier to me than all the wwdits vampires just out and about with their chunky ass teeth and no one bats an eyelid #but crowley is immune to hypnosis and glamour so he would notice them 😔 #vampire au #ask a rat

[ignihydie]

you know you're in too deep of an obsession with a character when the slightest bit of new information makes you excited. like what do you mean i’m giggly over the fact that they're left-handed???? this is so EMBARRASSING

#this post is about idia shroud twst #twisted wonderland #fandom #yumejoshi #self ship #bungou stray dogs #hypnosis mic #ensemble stars #genshin impact #hotd #ikemen prince #ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikemen sengoku #badur's gate 3

[oliversrarebooks]

Fitz's Volunteer Part Two: Backstage

Part One Masterlist

November 1923

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, blood drinking, still self-indulgent

You were hypnotized by Phantom Fitz, small-time vaudeville magician and mesmerist, in front of a hundred men, women, and children.

There's no way you would be able to concentrate on the rest of the vaudeville show after that, even if you weren't so tired.

The part of your mind that isn't completely in a fog is just thinking about your stage experience over and over and over again. How much you felt like you were slipping into a deep sleep. How good it felt to listen. How easy it was to go along with everything the magician said, without the slightest hesitation. It scares you, even as a part of you wishes you could feel it again.

As the last act winds to a close, a thought nags at you. You need to go see Fitz backstage. Maybe this sort of feeling happens to everyone he entrances, maybe he knows a way to counteract it. Yes, it makes perfect sense to you. He's the only one who could help you.

 The audience begins to disperse, but instead of heading to the exits, you climb up the stairs to the stage and head into the wings. You expect someone to stop you, but no one notices until you're all the way backstage. "Excuse me, where are you headed?" says a baby-faced stagehand.

"Oh, uh..." You're not sure how to explain it yourself. "I need to see the magician, Phantom Fitz. Do you know where I might find him?"

The stagehand accepts this immediately. "Oh, yeah, down that hall, second door on the left. That's his dressing room."

"Thanks," you say, heading in the direction he pointed.

You hesitate in front of the door. You were so determined to go see Fitz backstage that you didn't really think about the implications. This man had you fully under his spell. Is it actually wise to be alone with him? What if his mesmeric powers are real? What if he can sink you back under with a word?

Before you can make the choice to either walk away or knock, the door opens. Fitz's face lights up to see you. "Ah, my perfect, hypnotized assistant!" he says. "Come in, come in. What can I do for you?"

He waves you in, and you feel helpless as you walk into the dressing room and let him shut the door behind you. It looks quite mundane, with a rack of costumes, a vanity strewn with stage makeup, combs, and accessories, and a small cot covered in blankets. Fitz has lost his tailcoat, cape, hat, and bowtie, and is wearing a simple white button-down shirt and black slacks.

He's just an ordinary man, isn't he? You feel a bit foolish.

"Is something troubling you?" he says, pulling up a stool for you to sit on. "I hope it wasn't anything that I've done. You were an ideal assistant, you know -- the crowd absolutely loved the act."

You swallow hard. "It's -- just that --" you start, unsure of how to explain this. If the hypnotism was all fake, you're going to sound insane; if the hypnotism was real, well, then, you'd be admitting to this stranger that he had you completely under his power.

Fitz leans in with a conspiratorial smile. "You're still feeling hypnotized, aren't you?"

"Yes," you say, glad he was the one to say it and make the decision for you. "I know you praised me for playing along, but it felt so real, and now I'm having trouble focusing on anything else."

"Oh, you're far from the first person who has felt that way," says Fitz in an understanding tone. "My act is very convincing, and the power of suggestion can be very strong. It's nothing at all to be embarrassed about, and it doesn't mean you're weak-willed or foolish. I can certainly help put it all to right, dear."

"Oh, thank goodness." Relief washes over you.

"You see, the bit with the pocketwatch, that's all an act. That's just for show, to misdirect the audience and keep them interested in what's happening on stage. None of that is real. You can't actually hypnotize a person with a watch and a bit of patter," he says, getting up and walking behind you.

"I didn't think so, but the way I felt..."

"That's because the pocketwatch hypnosis isn't real." He lays a hand on the top of your head, and you're flooded with warmth. "What I'm doing to you now, though, is."

"What --"

"Just fall back under my spell now, dear," he whispers in your ear, leaning in so close as his hand caresses your head. "Fall deep, deep into that pleasant, helpless hypnotic trance that your mind remembers so well."

You let out a soft noise of surprise as you can feel the enchantment taking your mind once more, struggling fruitlessly against the sensation. It was a mistake to come here. He has you entirely at his mercy, and this time, there's no audience to watch.

"Aww, you're so sleepy, aren't you? Look at those heavy, drowsy eyelids fluttering, trying to stay awake. Don't fight it, dear. You know how badly you want to fall back asleep and listen to my wonderful voice."

That sleepy feeling seems to be pouring into you from his touch. Your head lolls forward as he runs a finger down your cheek and neck. It feels amazing. Why struggle against it? Why not just fall asleep and listen, just like he wants you to?

"Good, there you are. No resisting," he says. "Shut your eyelids down. Back into hypnotic sleep. So relaxed, so obedient. You can trust me, remember? You can trust me and listen to me while you sleep."

Your eyes close. You feel just like you did on stage, half-asleep and dreaming, waiting for commands, eager to please. You can trust him. You can listen. 

"Completely lost in obedience and pleasure," he says, as a shiver runs down your spine. "You don't mind if I touch your pretty neck, do you?"

"No..."

"Of course not," he says, breath strangely cool on your ear. Nimble fingers trace up and down your neck, and you're captivated in his touch, your head tilting to the side to give him further access. He chuckles. "Such a good assistant. So utterly hypnotized."

Oh, you are.

"You're going to feel a bit of pressure right here," he says, brushing a sensitive spot on your neck. "But you're so relaxed and obedient and so deep asleep that it isn't going to bother you, is it? You're going to just melt into it and feel so good."

Through your haze, you're not entirely sure what he's talking about, but you nod submissively. Whatever he wants, anything he wants.

And then you feel it, the pressure on your neck, a sharp puncture. He has a hand over your mouth preventing you from crying out, but after a moment, your body floods with euphoria radiating out from the wounds. You've never felt anything like it.

He's drinking from the wounds, drinking your blood. He's a vampire. You must be dreaming. It certainly all feels like a dream. It should be a nightmare, shouldn't it, having a monster drink your blood? You could die here. But it feels more like a lovely dream that you never want to end.

Your head goes even more fuzzy as you slump against Fitz. He nurses blood from the small punctures as you begin to fade in and out of unconsciousness.

There's a hand on your wrist, checking your pulse. "Apologies if I took too much. Bad habit," he says softly. "I expect you'll be fine after a good rest."

You don't care. You don't have it in you to be worried. Everything feels so wonderful and hazy and you only want to curl up and go to sleep.

Fitz lifts you up off the stool, and you barely manage to crack your eyes open as you're transferred to the cot. He pulls warm blankets around you and you don't even have the energy to stir. Through your blurred vision, you see him kneeling by the bed, running his fingers through your hair.

"Pleasant dreams, my perfect assistant," he says. "When you wake up, you'll leave the theater with no memory of what happened just now, all right? You came backstage, we talked, and you were tired so I let you rest for a while. That's all, isn't it?"

"Mmm," you murmur, the memories already fading out. "That's all."

"I do hope you come back to see me again, dear," he says. "Now that you know what it's like, I expect you'll be far less shy about volunteering next time."

You lack the energy to respond as your mind absorbs his suggestions. Yes, you would love to come back and see Fitz's magic show again...

Part One Masterlist

Thank you for visiting Fitz's magic show! Please come as often as you'd like.

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#whump #whump writing #vampire #mind control #hypnosis #vampire hypnosis #blood drinking #rare bookseller #fitz

[cutecowthing]

Getting hypnotized by a vampire and he's surprised that it's working so well but he doesn't know that it isn't actually working at all, I'm just doing what he says in hopes that he'll fuck me

#nsft #trans nsft #hypnosis #mind control #mine #terat0philliac #terato #monster fucker #im not arguing with a hot vampire just bite me already

[vampiric-pleasures]

I see you, praying at the altar. For forgiveness? Salvation? Healing?

How many times must you have knelt here in this very spot, crying out pleas to a god who does not answer, does not mind your pain.

Is it really worth it, sweet thing? Why don't you tell me what it is you need?

Make me your God and I will ensure that you may recieve what you wish for.

The only offering I require is your sweet, delicious blood. Enough of it to sustain me, so that I may continue you aid you.

What a small price to pay for salvation, don't you think?

#hypnosis #hierophilia #worship kink #hypnosis kink #hypno kink #blasphemy kink #religious kink #religion kink #priest kink #corruption kink #vampire kink #vampire #vampirism

[whumpsoda]

I raise that anon who raised you.

Vampire keeps their thrall hypnotized so they do all the chores without making a fuss and so they don't accidentally hurt themselves bruising or spilling any of their precious blood.

Whumpee breaks out of it randomly by something silly like a sneeze and comes back to hella confusing circumstances.

WOHEO Masterlist

Love this sm. Kinda mad cause I wrote all of it and then realized I was originally gonna go in a very different direction😭

cw: hypnosis, dehumanization, vampire whumper, human whumpee

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Nevan smiled contentedly to himself as a pile of dust flew into the pan. The broom, brittle and old scratched against the hardwood flooring of the mansion. Satisfied, he carefully poured the dust pan’s contents into a nearby trash can.

He had almost done all of the cleaning for the abode, the only room left being one of the many dedicated for storage. Nevan always felt exceedingly proud of himself for fulfilling his sanitation duties so well, even if there wasn’t much to clean when he repeated the same tasks every single day.

Darius liked his home spotless, and Nevan was more than happy to oblige to the wills of his master. Cleaning was the one thing he was notably good at, subsequently making it his sole job in Darius’ home. Besides being a food source, of course.

Transferring to the next room to be cleaned, Nevan was giddy with the thought of receiving his promised reward. 

Cleaning was his purpose, his sole job in life, so there was really no need for a reward. Yet, Darius was so kind hearted and generous, that he always promised his thrall a reward for his work. Whether it be presenting him with another place to cleanse or an extra feeding for that week, Nevan was over the moon simply with knowing he had pleased the vampire.

Nevan studied the mess he was presented with. The storage rooms were always a bit arduous to take care of, mainly due to the overwhelming clutter that had formed over centuries. 

He began with a smaller brush, sweeping the tops of boxes and junk. Before he knew it, whatever dirt inhabited the room had unsurprisingly mixed with the air, floating into and itching at his nostrils. 

He leaned his head back, readying himself for a sneeze.

Seering pain sliced through his brain as his body forcibly doubled over, almost as if splitting his head in half. Nevan clutched his head desperately, stumbling and slipping over his feet. He pulled frantically at his hair, the agony spreading to his scalp as well.

The human dropped onto sore knees, expelling a distraught whine. He panted heavily, attempting to settle himself. 

Luckily, after an endless repetition of deep, calming breaths, the pain subsided into a faint throb. Nevan groaned, rubbing at his tear prickled eyes. Out of reach thoughts danced inside his mind, too rapid to be coherent.

Holding his head in one hand, he forced open his soggy eyes. Gazing down at his own lap, confusion began to settle in.

How did-? Why was he…? Cleaning supplies?

Clutching the short broom in his hand, he noticed what was under it. “What?” He groaned, grabbing at the fabric covering his lower body. Whatever it was, it was large, frilly, and itchy, a terrible combination.

Nevan felt around, pressing his palms to the floor and pushing himself onto wobbly legs. He clung to a tall stack of cardboard boxes, his knees buckling. He took in the room, filled to the brim with piled up rubbish. 

Particularly, Nevan’s gaze landed on a long, thin mirror several feet away. He shuddered, digesting the image of the figure reflected. 

It was him. The reflection held Nevan’s eyes, Nevan’s moles, Nevan’s nose, yet they looked so different. Like a failed clone. His hair was lengthy with a healthy shine, his face and body meticulously clean shaven, and he wore a grand, luxurious dress. 

Worrying of all, were the achining wounds in his neck. Red, oozing and sore, Nevan gaped at the sight.

It couldn’t be him. Nevan didn’t do those things. He kept his hair short and easily manageable, he never gave a second thought to body and facial hair, and he sure as hell had never been very comfortable in a dress. He began grabbing at the excessive tool covering his thighs, trying to ease the irritation on his skin.

Once again, the burning sensation returned full force, tearing apart his brain in a wave of remembrance. 

Fear settled over him, a whimper catching in his throat. He was in a vampire’s home. Caught in a web of mind-bending magic, and by some miracle had broken through. His breathing quickened, short and frantic. 

What would he do? What could he do? If he got caught, there wasn’t a chance he’d ever get the opportunity to escape again. Maybe the monster would be so angry, they’d kill him.

“Nevan? Are you almost finished with your chores?” His heart stopped. Nevan lifted a trembling hand to his mouth, pushing his back against the objects behind him. “Where are you?” They called. 

Nevan slid down the boxed, landing on his bottom. Darius was close. Too close. If he tried to leave now, he would surely be caught, but the same was ensured if he didn’t.

Footsteps picked up, the clicking sound of Darius’ heels growing closer. “There you are.” Carefully, Nevan turned his head to face the beast, meeting a wicked grin. “Are you ready for your reward? I’m especially hungry today.” They said, adjusting the collar of their jacket.

Nevan let out a whimper and a snivel, alarms blaring inside his head. The vampire paused, studying him, his smile contorting into a confused frown. “What’s wrong? What did you do? You shouldn’t look like that.” 

Darius reached their hand out, taking several steps toward the human. Instinctively, Nevan hysterically crawled in the opposite direction, knocking over a pile of random contents. 

Darius met the other man’s stare, his eyes just as wide-eyed as Nevan. Slowly, as if faced with a wild animal, he descended to the floor, resting one knee to the ground. As the human continued to make a mess, Darius reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a glistening little item between two fingers.

Nevan recognized it instantly, squealing with terror as he violently shook his head. “Please! Don’t, please, I can’t-!” Ignoring the human’s pleads, Darius lightly began ringing the tiny bell in his hand. 

The ringing, no matter how light, how delicate, held a commanding, unexplainable presence. Betrayed by his own body, Nevan was unable to cover his ears as means of blocking the noise. The sound was soft, almost musical, causing Nevan’s terrified heart to flutter against his will.

“Come here, little servant.” The vampire sang. He began to lean into the constant ringing, as well as the glossy voice of his owner. “That’s right, return back to master.” Darius beckoned him over, settling onto both knees comfortably. 

The matter of his mind was melting, replaced with the weight of the bell’s authority. Lazily, the terrified shake if his body liquefying, Nevan shifted onto his hands and knees. Mesmerized by the sound licking his ears, he clumsily crawled closer, to Darius’ satisfaction.

“Good boy, almost there. Nothing is more important than the bell, isn’t that right?” The movement of the object never ceased. 

He smiled. That was right. It was Nevan’s bell, captivating and alluring. The only thing possibly more significant was Darius.

He soon reached the vampire, resting onto his knees with glazed over eyes. Darius gently placed the bell to the floor, ending the loop of hypnotic noise. He tenderly cupped Nevan’s cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

The vampire took a moment to adjust Nevan’s body, picking up limbs and turning his face as if he was searching for something. After a moment, he let out a sigh of relief. “I would’ve been very upset if you managed to lose some of your delectable blood in all that panic. Fortunate for you, it seems you didn’t.”

Nevan would’ve been utterly distraught had he made such a mistake. What a terrible thrall he was even risking it. “Now, are you ready for your reward?” He nuzzled into his master’s comforting touch.

In no other universe could he have been more ready.

#This one didn’t really turn out as good as I had hoped :/ #whump #pet whump #brainwashing #mind control whump #whump writing #asks :) #My writing #vampire whumper #vampire whump #vampire #human whumpee #hypnosis #whumpblr #Nevan oc #Darius oc #we only have each other

[whumpshaped]

either write a vampire caretaker thralling whumpee temporarily to go to sleep or go to sleep

well i cant sleep so that leaves me w little choice

tw nightmares, dubcon hypnosis, forced treatment for insomnia <3

“No, no, please, you don’t– don’t understand–”

“Shh, sweetheart. I do. It’s okay.” Caretaker was gently petting Whumpee’s head in their lap, scratching their scalp in a way that made their eyes flutter.

“I don’t want… another nightmare…”

“I know, baby. I know.” They watched with a sad little smile as their friend slowly relaxed, knowing well that these were the only times when they could unwind. They doubted Whumpee would get much sleep while they were away on that trip next week.

No need to stress about the future for now, they supposed. For now, they could give Whumpee all the rest they needed and more.

“You’re doing so well,” they whispered as Whumpee’s breathing evened out. “So good for me. The sleepiest little thing. So peaceful.”

Whumpee inhaled deeply, letting out a pleased mmmmm at being praised so generously. They jolted for a moment, only to settle down once Caretaker shushed them.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing, precious. Not while I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.”

#asks #whump #whump drabble #vampire caretaker #recovery fic #comfort #hypnosis #nightmares

[whump-on-a-string]

The Rare Bookseller

Fanart for @oliversrarebooks series The Rare Bookseller. Lex singing to Fitz to make his many thoughts calm down.

#rare bookseller #whump #hypnosis #vampire #MLM #gay thoughts #i ship them so hard #This it what I thought it might be like the first time Lex hums/sings to Fitz to entrance him but it's probably not tbh. Time will tell... #a man can dream #My Art #Original

[newtabfics]

Hear me out: Stalking vampire that really wants Y/N but won't come out of the shadows with like whatever vampire magic so he's just watching her rub one out to try and fall asleep and he can't help himself

Ooooh. Okay okay! I'm hearing you. Alright so, def tw for stalking of course but also vampire hypnotism stuff.

Her hiss of frustration was sending his mind haywire as he watched her fruitlessly pump her fingers into herself.

His magic kept him hidden from her. Kept him in the shadows as Y/N's legs spread wide on her bed, core on full display for him as he watched her pleasure herself.

She was so needy in this moment.

He'd broken in to watch her as he always did. Most nights he would soothe away nightmares and take in the sweet scent of her blood he dared not drink. He wouldn't be able to stop himself, he knew.

The night he first caught her scent, she'd gone on a jog. Likely to clear her head, based on what he'd learned about her over the time he'd been doing this.

He kept creeps away, draining them if they so much as looked at her strangely. Male coworkers (and a few female) had suddenly quit and were just gone. It was like they ran from the city entirely. She was unaware of their undead bodies now serving him, waiting to serve her when he decided to make her his queen.

Yet, all this careful preparation couldn't possibly prepare him for her needily trying to pleasure herself.

He couldn't resist as he raised his hand, his magic taking hold of her as he came from the shadows.

"When I am done with you, you'll only remember my face as a dream. You'll think this was nothing but a dream. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Master," She whispered, eyes glazing over.

He shuddered as he watched her fingers twitch. "Move your fingers. They're not enough, are they? Answer."

"No, Master," She said as she removed her hand. He licked his lips at the sight of her twitching hole, fingers soaked from her own arousal.

"Undo my trousers and suck it down your throat. You will be mine by the end of the night." He smirked when she moved carefully, eagerly taking her into his mouth without a second thought. "I am claiming you as mine tonight."

#tw: stalking #tw: yandere #vampire x human #monster fucker #monster x human smut #tw: hypnosis #dubcon #ask request