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hypnosis/brainwashing/mind control
cnc/fictional noncon/dubcon
ageplay/fictional age gap
fauxcest/fictional incest
transformation
vore
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i like a subject saying all of the stuff they want, being like, "i want to be completely mindless" or "i want to be unable to resist being hypnotized" etc and the hypnotist just being like "and you will be." it's like, even though the subject is saying that and wants that, the hypnotist still carries all that power in granting them that. the subject is more active but the power dynamic is the same. and there's usually also an added layer of like. you know the stuff they're saying and asking for is probably also stuff the hypnotist has already encouraged them to want too
honestly if we did live in a world where abortion access was super easy i really wonder if i would be like that woman with a breeding kink who just keeps getting pregnant and then getting abortions
Do u ever listen to hypnosis files, and if so do you have any recs?
not really, sometimes jim listens to ultrahypnosis which is like. i mean he's fine i guess. personally i'm just too picky for most stuff so i usually just listen to ones adrianus makes just for me
oh actually. dalton does asmr doesn't really do like. stuff that's specifically labeled hypnosis or anything, but some of his sleep videos are kinda hypnotic, i like those. probably not really what you're looking for though
it sounds kind of stupid but being made to scroll less often and spend less time compulsively like checking for notifications and stuff does feel like a kind of bondage. you know it really does work out for me that i sexualize just like being made to do things that are actually good for me. as i get more and more healthy and have more and more good habits i want you all to know that i got there by being a pervert about it. when adrianus told me i wasn't allowed to play video games in bed and i thought it was kind of hot it was all over for me. or i guess the opposite of over. it was the beginning for me.
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Im not sure if this is the right blog, but i think im plural? and there was a post here that said it was ok to send questions so im assuming it's okay? but uh you said that naming everyone and like. separating them is important, but do you have any tips for someone who's struggling with that? like, how do we get the host to stop insisting that they're making it up for long enough to actually heal? sorry for the dump, feel free to ignore it if u want frfr
i don't mind the message, it is alright asking me about that stuff. i don't know if i ever said that naming everyone and separating them is important so you might kinda be mixing me up with someone else, but i'll still answer the best i can anyway.
anyway, a lot of this stuff is a kind of gradual process and hard to force. i mean, there's no answer i can give you that will just like immediately solve all of these problems or anything. a lot of stuff just takes time and experience no matter what you do. but there are definitely ways to push things in the right direction, or at least limit resistance and conflict.
so for the host, the big thing i want to say is like, it honestly doesn't matter if you're "really" anything. it's not productive to focus on diagnostic criteria or have this separation in your mind between like real and fake systems or whatever. the thing that matters is thinking of things in ways that are actually productive. i mean it genuinely wouldn't matter if you were "making it up" - if making it up looks exactly the same as not making it up, there's no reason to make a distinction. you should be describing what's actually going on in your head and how you experience it, not what you think other people might see from the outside. if you experience yourself as multiple people or multiple parts of a person, then it really is a lot easier in the long run to acknowledge that and respect that and go along with it. i mean it doesn't seem like it's going away even if you keep ignoring it. it's understandable to be scared of it for a lot of different reasons, and you should be able to accept and respect your own fears too, but just accepting it on some level, even if you have to kind of compromise with yourself and can't accept it fully yet, is a good step forward. and being honest about those fears and acknowledging them also makes it easier for you to figure out how to work through them, too.
for differentiating between different parts, that's a whole long and very personal process. and also like, every system is different. some systems don't differentiate as much between parts, or differentiate more between some parts and less between others, etc. some parts are just more similar to each other or more blurry or vague than others. there's nothing inherently wrong with that. but if you're distressed about it and feel like there's more under the surface and you just can't see it yet, it's probably a good sign to explore that. and there are lots of different ways to do that. but i think the big thing is just like, try not to treat everything like an interrogation or something. and also, it's good to know that parts aren't always immediately fully formed and confident in their identities, either. that definitely can happen, where someone pops up and they already have a name and an appearance and a strong personality and all of these preferences and tastes and specific memories and knowledge of their role, etc... but like. for us at least, that isn't the norm. sometimes even parts who have been around for a long time still have to learn things like how they want to present themselves, and what role they've been playing, and all of that. it's not always just about discovering a self or identity that's already there - there can be a process of building one, too. it can be a lot more helpful to ask "what do i want? who do i want to be?" than "who am i?"
and for us, we like to learn more about ourselves and each other through fun activities and games and that kind of stuff. we like pokemon, so we think of what pokemon we'd be, or what teams we'd have as trainers. or we'll draw ourselves and each other, or make ourselves and each other with picrew and dress up games. back when internal communication was harder for us (that can take practice too), sometimes it was easier for us to talk by like typing or writing out conversations, too, and that was also easier if we were talking about something fun instead of trying to jump right to serious stuff. these examples might not fit you, but like, you might be able to think of equivalent things that are more relevant to your interests and how you work.
anyway, we were also super lost and confused at first, and spent a whole year in denial even after we technically discovered our system. it's always rough at first. it takes time to get used to it and adjust. but at least for us, we found that after we started to adapt to it, we turned out to be way better at being multiple people than we ever were at being a singular person. like, we were really bad at that. so as confusing and complicated as it can be, i think it's way better than forcing yourself to be something you're not.
if anyone else has advice or things to add they can reply or reblog or send their own asks
there's this thing where adrianus will tell me to do something and i'll just kind of be like "alright, alright, whatever..." because i don't really want to, and he'll calmly say "is that how you talk to me?" and it makes me kind of short circuit every time. honestly it wasn't really like set up to be any kind of trigger but it sort of functions as one anyway. it's like as soon as i hear it i blank out for a second and scramble to give a more positive response
fantasy story containing sibling incest, noncon, and breeding
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"you're too close," jim said, his body stiff as they snuggled up next to him on the couch.
"you always say that, but you never do anything about it," shark responded, moving even closer, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around them. "it's not like you can't push me away."
"well, i don't really want to manhandle you." he was avoiding eye contact.
"when did you get so weird around me, anyway?"
"probably when you got too old to keep acting like this with your brother," he said.
"what, i can't be around you? i can't be close with you? we've just gotta be distant now?"
"you know that's not what i mean," he said. "this would be too close even if you were just with a friend."
"you can't just sit with your friends?"
"do you really act like this with everyone?" he asked, shifting in his seat.
"am i really not allowed to cuddle with people?"
"if you keep being like that, you're going to..." he trailed off, taking a deep breath, looking even farther away from them. "i'm just concerned about you sometimes."
they wrapped their arms around him, half sitting in his lap. "but i'm the weird one, huh? even though you're overprotective and possessive?"
"i don't want to be," he said quickly. "i'm not trying to be. you just keep... if you would just leave me alone, it would be easier."
"well, i think it's cute."
"you really shouldn't say things like that."
"but it is."
they straddled him, leaning closer to his face.
his breathing was uneven, his eyes still refusing to look at them. "please don't do this," he said. "i know you just like getting a reaction from me, but this is too much."
"i'm just sitting in your lap," they said. "what, are you scared you're gonna get hard and i'll feel it?"
"don't talk about that," he said quietly.
"i don't care. it's not a big deal."
"well, you don't think it is, but..."
they moved their hips, grinding against him just a little bit, their underwear rubbing against his sweatpants.
"look, see? it isn't a big deal. you have a dick, it gets hard sometimes, it's fine. it's getting hard right now, and no one's dying."
"i'm serious, you can't..." he gingerly grabbed their hips, very gently trying to hold them in place and stop them, but shark continued moving. "this isn't normal," he barely said, his voice almost a whisper.
"it doesn't matter if it's normal," they responded. "you're just too scared of everything. you're too scared of being close with me. i'm just trying to show you that it's fine. it doesn't matter. you don't have to overthink everything all the time."
his hands rested on their hips as they continued lazily thrusting against him, no longer even trying to stop them.
"it's just..." they could feel his heartbeat. he was fully hard in his pants. "well, whatever. i get it. you can stop now."
they stopped, sitting pressed up against him. they felt their own arousal pulsing through their t-dick, but didn't really think much of it.
"you see?" they said. "it's fine. i don't care that you're hard while i'm sitting with you."
his face was red. his hands still didn't move, seemingly frozen in place.
"seriously, you can relax. you can look at me."
his eyes darted back and forth, only glancing at them. "i just..."
"what, are you still afraid? are you afraid that just sitting like this is gonna make you fall in love with me? are you afraid you're not gonna be able to stop yourself from fucking me? come on. just sitting here isn't going to do anything."
reluctantly, he looked back at them.
"see?"
he stared for a moment, still seeming tense, but it looked like something was subtly shifting inside of him.
one of his hands shakily caressed their hip.
"it's nice, isn't it?" they said. "it's alright being close."
"it's..." he swallowed. his finger rubbed the skin underneath their shirt. "it's too much," he said quietly. "you're..."
"it's fine. i trust you. i know you're not going to do anything."
"you trust me too much," he said, gripping their hips more tightly. "i... i just..."
he slowly moved his hips, rubbing against them as he held them in place.
it caught them off guard. it felt completely different when he was doing it.
this wasn't supposed to happen.
"hey, hey," they said, still trying to be casual. "look, i don't actually want to... i was just trying to show you..."
one of his hands moved to their back, pressing their body against his, as he rolled his hips against theirs, his cock pulsing through the fabric.
"i'm sorry if i went too far," they said quickly. "i get it, you don't have to..."
"it's not- it's not to teach you a lesson," he panted near their ear. "i just..." his movements felt hungry, desperate, just barely restrained. "i kept thinking about it... i kept thinking about you... i kept thinking about something happening to you, and i just..."
they squirmed, but he only held them tighter, moaning softly.
"i wanted to prove that i didn't want that," he murmured. "i'd think about it, and i'd touch myself... but i just... it still felt good..."
they felt more helpless by the second. fear was starting to set in.
"you're... you're being ridiculous," they said. "you're not..."
every complaint and attempt and resistance only seemed to turn him on more.
"i... i couldn't get off to anything else," he said. "i just... i kept thinking of you... pushing someone until they molested you... and every time, it just... it felt better... i couldn't stop thinking about it..."
they moaned, their t-dick twitching. somehow, even though the fear and helplessness, they were still turned on.
"i keep thinking about someone..." his breath was hot against their ear. "i keep thinking about someone... pushing... pushing himself inside of you... holding you down... while you try to get away... and i just..." he was rutting against them. "i don't want it, but... but i just... when i think of someone cumming deep inside of you... when i think of someone getting you pregnant... it's horrible, but it's just..."
his hand was fumbling with their underwear. they squirmed harder, but he pushed them down onto their back, holding them down as he slid it off, pulling down his own pants.
"fuck, you really can't-"
"i just need to rub against it," he panted, pushing his hard, throbbing cock against them, moaning as it slid along their wet slit. "god, you're so wet," he muttered, his hand sliding up their shirt, groping their chest.
it felt so much better than it should have. they felt themself tip their hips up, like they wanted him inside of them. their heart pounded, and they almost felt dizzy and feverish, but a part of them wanted it.
jim wasn't stopping, anyway. it didn't seem like he could stop. it was as if he was in a trance, just acting out a fantasy without even thinking of the consequences as anything except an extra spice. he wasn't even trying to avoid their entrance, the tip of his cock rubbing and poking against it as he laid on top of them, caressing and grabbing their body like it was his.
"it's just so good," he panted. "i just... you're just... i tried to deny it, but..." he kissed their neck. "i did always like you... i did always... it was because i wanted you."
the tip of his cock was pressing into them, starting to slide inside.
"fuck, jim, you need to stop," they moaned, shuddering.
"you wanted it, too," he said, rocking his hips, rubbing against their entrance until the head was sliding in and out of them, slipping just a little bit deeper each time. "you kept pushing me... you're so wet... you... you had to... this had to happen to you..."
"it's going in," they murmured, but their own hips were moving against his, letting him deeper into them.
their legs wrapped around him, almost reflexively.
"it's too late," he whispered, already halfway inside of them, and continuing to force himself deeper. "i'm going to cum inside you."
before they could respond, he kissed them on the lips, shoving his entire cock into them. "good," he murmured. "that's so good..."
they felt so full, so violated, but they wrapped their arms around him. it still felt good being close to him.
he angled their hips up, thrusting as deeply as possible, rubbing his cock right against a sensitive spot inside of them. they moaned with every movement, every sound coming out of them becoming more pathetic and weak and feminine sounding than the last.
"fuck," they moaned, "you're gonna get me pregnant."
he held still for a moment, pressed deep inside, his cock throbbing against their walls as he caught his breath.
"i am," he said in a low voice, before moving more quickly and erratically. "i'm going to get you pregnant."
it was enough to make them squirm again, but they were in an even more helpless position than last time, and he was only getting rougher.
he didn't even need his hands to hold them down in this position, his bodyweight keeping them pinned. one hand was still groping their chest, the other moving to their swollen t-dick, rubbing it and putting pressure on it as he slammed into them.
the extra stimulation was already becoming too much. he was going to force them to cum while he was inside of them. he was going to make them milk his cum out of him.
"fuck, please," they whined, unable to say much else, barely able to think about anything except the fear, helplessness, and pleasure they were feeling all at once. "please, please-"
his neck kisses turned to biting and sucking. he was moaning more loudly, his hips slapping against theirs with satisfying wet squelching sounds. they were both close.
"please-" their voice was small. "pull out, please-"
his thrusting was becoming more shallow, his hips locked against theirs as he stayed deep inside of them, just barely moving to create friction. he rubbed and pinched their t-dick and their nipple, shuddering as they squeezed his cock more and more.
"i'm gonna cum," they said helplessly.
"good," he moaned. "i want you to cum. i need you to cum..."
"fuck, please-" they tried to grab his arms, but they couldn't even budge them. there was nothing they could do. they twitched and spasmed, but it only pushed them over the edge into an orgasm, sending pure, helpless, mind-numbing pleasure through their whole body. they couldn't stop themself from squeezing and pulsing around their brother's leaking cock.
there was another overwhelming wave of pleasure as his cum shot into them, filling them with pump after pump of thick, warm semen, enough to make them feel like their body was being stretched, like it was bulging out through their stomach.
he continued groping and molesting them, even as they both came down from their orgasms.
"i've been holding this back for so long..." he muttered. "i thought... i thought after i came, i would regret it, but..."
he kissed them again, a slow kiss, forcing his tongue into their mouth, pushing and probing as he held their face, only becoming hungrier as they groaned and whimpered and tried to pull away.
his mouth stayed close to theirs even when he broke the kiss. "but it just feels so good..."
they had a feeling he still wasn't done. and it wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied.
they weren't sure he was ever going to be satisfied.
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"mesmerize" has already just become like a normal word that people use that just kinda means like visual fixation, but it's funny seeing people who are into hypno specifically talk about "mesmerism" and "mesmerists" and stuff or naming hypnotic characters after mesmer when you like. know who mesmer was. i mean i really admire and respect any hypothetical brave perverts who really genuinely are aroused by the idea of animal magnetism but i know that most people probably just think that the word mesmerism sounds sexy and mystical
and to be clear i'm not saying it's bad that people are throwing around those terms, i don't think it really even matters at all, i actually think it's funny that mesmerism turned into that and that's how people think of it these days. it's just that my connotations aren't like, ooh here's a sexy mystical version of hypnosis, my connotations are, oh yea this is the practice where they thought there was some magnetic force inside of people that you manipulate to cure illnesses. magnetic sleep is still a really fun term for trance though. and magnetic promise is a really good term for posthypnotic suggestions. just like, aesthetically. magnetic passes seem kinda fun too. it's not impossible to make it kinda sexy or anything it's just very easy for it to be unsexy when you've mostly read about how stupid it was and some of the annoying people who practiced it
it makes sense that a lot of hypno stuff is very trope-y and exaggerated, but i like the aspect of like, specificity and personalization in hypnosis. i like the sense of the hypnotist (and/or the subject) wanting something really particular out of it, molding the experience into just the right thing for them. i think specificity adds to the feeling of control. i mean i also get how you can have a feeling of control with just like... you know, taking a simple trope-y role and just turning someone completely into that, right. but i like the feeling of the hypnotist really customizing it. i like a feeling of precision. i like that type of control, where it's about like, the particulars. like someone can have control over your body by being able to instantly make it go limp or freeze, but what about someone having the ability to make you tense or relax like each individual muscle in there? someone can have control over you by being able to drop you into a deep trance immediately, but what about being able to put you in the exact level of depth they want, even if it's somewhere in between? what about having a dial instead of just an on/off switch? or maybe an even more particular interface than that? it's interesting in a different kind of way. it's a different feeling
fantasy story containing uncle/nephew incest where the nephew is also a teenager, and forced pregnancy
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shark was just too horny. they weren't sure what it even was. teenage hormones, maybe. it just felt like no matter how much they jacked off, it wasn't enough. the feelings just kept coming back.
at a certain point, they stopped caring about being as quiet as possible. their uncle adrianus was probably busy with something, anyway. that was what they told themself, at least. it wasn't like they were being that loud - they just didn't want to think about the idea of him hearing them, while they rubbed their clit in the guest bedroom with their legs spread open and their shirt pulled up, their other hand touching their chest.
but while they were sitting like that, touching themself, exposing themself, they were taken out of their lustful haze in an instant by the door cracking open.
their body froze.
"i'm- i'm busy, not right now," they said quickly.
it didn't stop him from poking his head in.
they hastily tried to cover themself, but there was no way to hide what they were doing.
"it's alright," he said softly, as he stepped inside. "you don't have to be embarrassed."
they didn't even know how to respond. their heart pounded. he really wasn't supposed to see this. he shouldn't have been getting closer to them while they were like this.
they scrambled to put their underwear back on, but he stopped them.
"you've been very needy lately, haven't you?"
the heat rushed to their face. he'd heard all of it. he'd known about all of it.
"you're alright," he murmured. "i just thought you might need some help."
"i don't- you can't just-" it was so obviously wrong that it was hard to even argue with.
it was even harder to argue when his hand was on their thigh, spreading their legs open again, while he ran a finger along their wet, swollen vulva.
"shh," he said. "just relax... it feels good, doesn't it?"
the horrible thing was that it really did. they were so horny, and being touched by someone else for once was amazing. arousal and pleasure pulsed through their whole body at the slow, gentle touches and his soft murmurs. their legs trembled as they held back moans and whimpers.
"it can be overwhelming, can't it?" he said slowly. "feeling so needy... dealing with all of those hormones... it's alright to let me help you with that... it will make you feel better."
they really should have fought and argued. they really shouldn't have let him touch them. they knew that.
but it barely even mattered to them at this point. it felt too good. it was... kind of hot. even that anxiety sitting in the pit of their stomach just seemed to make everything feel that much more intense. even when they thought to themself about how their uncle was touching them, how they really shouldn't be doing this with any adult, how they were being molested, it just made their clit throb.
"that's it... you must have really needed this... you were already so wet... but i can feel you getting wetter."
his finger was starting to probe their entrance, pushing in just a bit. they'd barely fingered themself before, and his fingers were bigger than theirs. they could feel the stretch.
they whined.
"it's alright," he cooed. "just relax..."
he pushed his finger a little deeper. it almost hurt.
"you aren't really used to being penetrated, are you?" he asked. "maybe that's why you've been so unsatisfied... it feels different when something is inside of you..."
"that kind of-"
"does it hurt?"
"well, a little bit..."
"just relax..." he repeated, his voice more low and drawn out. "it will be easier if you relax..."
their body tingled, their muscles letting go more quickly than they expected. his finger slid deeper, and now all of it felt good.
they couldn't help but moan.
"that's it. there you go."
it was curling inside of them, rubbing, massaging.
"how does that feel?" he asked, his voice slowly becoming more intimate and seductive.
they moaned again. "it- it feels good," they said quietly. somehow, letting him know that it felt good felt even more invasive than having his finger inside of them.
"good. very good."
he slid it out, starting to work two fingers into them now. he went slowly, responding to their squirming and complaints with soft reassuring coos and more instructions to relax, until they were able to hold still and take it, all of the pain and discomfort dissipating.
they'd never felt anything like it. they definitely did feel more full. it felt so much more sensitive, every movement inside of them pressing and rubbing up against their walls.
"that's right... so wet and open... you're already very good at this."
he climbed onto the bed with them, lying next to them as he continued to touch them. he pulled their shirt back up, groping their chest, and carefully rubbing their nipple.
they were moaning more now, having trouble stifling it even when they tried. every second felt even more inappropriate than the last one. feeling him climb into the bed with them was another invasion, having their chest exposed to him was another, feeling him grope it was another.
but every escalation only drove them more wild.
"your chest is so sensitive," he purred, his voice lower and softer now that he was closer to them.
they already felt so close. they'd been touching themself for a while even before he came in, and his touches were so much better than theirs.
and it was only getting more overwhelming. he still wasn't rough, but now that both of his fingers were deep inside of them, he moved less slowly and delicately, pushing in and out in a steady motion. the nipple stimulation only made even more pleasure surge through them.
"don't be shy," he murmured. "you can cum for me. you can let me make you cum, shark."
just hearing that sent a shudder through their whole body, making them feel weak and vulnerable. he was speeding up a bit more, too, clearly trying to push them over the edge.
they squirmed, and he moved on top of them, putting more of his weight on them. it was overwhelming, not just being unable to move much, but feeling the physical power he had over them. feeling how much bigger he was.
his cock was pressing against their thigh, leaking precum through his underwear, which they could see through his robe. just the realization of how turned on he was while he was touching them was enough to tip them over, the orgasm shocking their whole body, pulsing and spasming.
"that's it... that's right... just cumming for me... there you go," he murmured, slowing his touches, but continuing to lazily touch and caress them even as they came down from their orgasm.
"th... thank you," they muttered. "that felt good..."
"oh, i'm glad..."
"you can stop now," they said quietly. "i think... i think that's what i needed."
"it's definitely not enough," he said softly, still rubbing their nipple and running a finger along their entrance. "i know how needy you've been..."
"i really think that's-"
"shhhhh..."
they stopped, feeling overcome with helplessness. he was still on top of them, holding them down. they felt like prey.
they just wanted to cum before, so all they really focused on was how good it felt. now, it was a little bit too much. now they were more aware of the position they were in.
"it's alright," he said softly. "you just don't really know what you want... what you need... you don't really understand your body yet."
they knew he was just saying that because he wanted more, but the words still kind of sank into them.
he finally pulled his hand away from their vulva, moving to his underwear and pulling out his cock.
their heartbeat felt like it was shaking their whole body.
"you're not gonna- you're not gonna stick it in-"
"don't worry," he said, rubbing it against them. "i'll be careful. i'm just rubbing the outside... doesn't that feel good?"
it really did feel good, even if his precum was already making them nervous, sticking to their lips. their body was pretty relaxed when he was fingering them, but now all of their muscles were tense and stiff.
he moved slowly and carefully, using his hand to angle his cock, keeping the head away from their entrance.
somehow, even while tension and anxiety completely took over their mind, their hips still twitched and bucked against him.
"oh, look at that," he murmured. "you really can't control yourself, can you? it's like you're trying to push me inside..."
they moaned. "i'm not-"
"i know... you're an impulsive, hormonal teenager... you can't help yourself. that's why i have to be so careful..." he pressed closer against them, no longer guiding his cock with his hand or watching it, just sliding against them with his hips as his mouth moved near their ear, his hands wrapping around their back. "i haven't cum in a while, you know..."
they squirmed as his head slid past their entrance, just avoiding pushing inside.
"don't squirm too much... you might push it in. i have to be very careful... since i haven't cum in a while... even though i've heard you touching yourself so frequently... so i've been very aroused... just listening to that..."
he was throbbing against them.
"it's like you've been teasing me..." he whispered. "it's like you wanted this to happen... you just can't help yourself, can you? and that's why, as the adult, i have to be much more careful... after all... since i haven't cum in so long... not only have i been a bit... pent up... but..."
his breathing was getting heavier.
"but the next time i cum... there will be a lot of it... enough to really fill you up."
they moaned again, their body twitching reflexively.
he moaned in response, his hips jerking, his cock almost pressing into them before moving into a different position.
"you're making it so difficult, you know... i am very patient... but when you squirm and moan like that... while you're so wet and open... you know what might happen, don't you?"
"please don't," they said breathily.
"of course... i really shouldn't..." he murmured. "you've been so needy lately... you might be ovulating. do you know what that means?"
"i-i know," they said quickly, not wanting him to say it.
"that's right," he said softly. "you know that if i pushed deep inside of you... if i filled you up with lots of thick, virile sperm... right inside of your fertile womb..."
his head kept catching on their entrance, as he continued rubbing against them, each movement feeling hungrier.
"i would probably get you pregnant, wouldn't i?"
he pushed the head against them, against their entrance, keeping a gentle pressure against it this time.
they were panting. "please don't," they moaned, even though they felt hornier than they'd ever thought was possible. "please don't put it in..."
"just relax," he murmured again. "i'll be careful. i know how important it is for me to be careful... i know we wouldn't want me to impregnate you... so just relax... relax your body..."
they sighed, their body opening up for him, his head starting to slide inside.
"you need this..." he murmured. "your body needs this... it's been craving it... that's why you've been so needy... why you haven't been satisfied, no matter what you do... because your body needs a cock inside of it, doesn't it?"
it didn't make any sense, but at the same time, it felt so good feeling him start to push inside of them, stretching them, penetrating them, they could almost believe it. and they just melted into it, like it really was something their body was meant to do.
"i'll just give you enough to satisfy your body... and then i can just pull out... just before i pump you full of my cum..."
every mention of it made them whimper.
he was sliding deeper and deeper, filling more and more of them with his cock, getting closer to their cervix, to their womb. there was something so satisfying about it, even though every single movement was sending them closer to danger, every extra inch inside of them a threat.
"you'll just have to be careful not to squirm or squeeze down too much while i'm inside of you..." he murmured. "because the movement might just be enough to send me over the edge..."
they twitched, trying to hold still.
"and you especially should be careful not to cum... because if you came like this, while i was deep inside of you... you would just be milking it... you would just be milking out all of my cum... sending it all deep into your body..."
he pulled their legs up, angling their hips, pushing as deep into them as possible.
they couldn't stop trembling. he was still going slowly, but it felt so good, just feeling him inside of them.
he moved a bit more, sliding in and out, every movement making a wet squelching sound. both of them were softly moaning with every thrust.
"fuck," shark said. "you should really pull out. we really shouldn't-"
he pushed all the way back in, staying there and holding their hips in place as his cock throbbed and pulsed against their walls. "it's alright. just relax..."
it only pushed them closer. they weren't on the edge, but they were close enough to be worried about it.
"please," they moaned.
"shh..." he moved again, rubbing inside of them so slowly and delicately. but even that felt like too much.
"i'm- i'm really close, please..."
"you just can't help it, can you?" he said sweetly. "you just can't help getting yourself pregnant..."
they moaned, their inner thighs tingling as they tried to hold themself back. "please..."
he rocked against them in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, with just a little bit more force. "you know what's going to happen if you cum like this... in a mating press... with me deep inside of you... ready to pump you full of sperm... while you're so wet... and open... and fertile... your egg just waiting to be fertilized... but you still can't help it, can you?"
they could barely even get another word out. "please..."
"it's alright... it's not your fault... i know you've just been so needy... and you just can't handle all of these hormones... and you're just too young... too impulsive... to resist..."
he was going to get them pregnant. there was nothing they could do about it.
they couldn't stop themself anymore, clenching and spasming around him as they felt something thick, warm, and sticky pushing deep inside of them, flooding their womb.
"that's right..." he barely whispered, his hips twitching against them as he forced every drop of cum into their helpless body. "that's right..."
pleasure consumed every part of them, everything just feeling so overwhelmingly good that they couldn't think about anything, even as his seed was planted inside of them, his sperm swarming their egg.
he continued to plug them with his cock, keeping their hips up, while they both slowly came down from their orgasms. the post nut clarity didn't do anything for them - it was already too late. they knew they were completely helpless to him.
and they knew this wasn't going to satisfy them, either - they were only going to be hornier now, knowing they were living with the person who held them down and bred them. even if this didn't get them pregnant, they were sure they were going to take load after load from him until it happened.
without thinking, they moved their hips against his cock again, rocking on it.
"oh, that still wasn't enough, was it?" he cooed. "did i just make you even more addicted to it? well, that's alright... i'll help you... no matter how needy you get... you won't ever have to touch yourself again."
thinking about a subject who isn't really difficult, like, they fall into trance easily and like being in trance, but they mainly just listen to suggestions of like relaxation and feelings like that and don't always respond to anything else, like all they wanna do is indulge in the feeling of it. and the process of a hypnotist gradually coaxing them to respond to other stuff
suggestions of tingles pretty much always get me. hypnosis already tends to give me asmr but when someone just outright says something about feeling it it's like. it's unfair
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i love when the hypnosis is really sensual. like the suggestions and language. describing a feeling. or making you really notice a feeling. the feeling of clothes and sheets against your skin. the feeling of a food melting in your mouth. the feeling of your muscles letting go of all their tension. the feeling of letting out a deep satisfying breath. the feeling of your eyelids getting heavier and finally closing. just like the tiniest sensation can be really nice when you're directed to focus on it. and it just feels intimate. someone like, describing exactly how your body feels. controlling exactly how your body feels. it's easy to take for granted because a lot of those suggestions are so generic and common but even when it is just breathing and relaxing it's still like. i mean that's still your body. it still feels really vulnerable. it gives me chills. that probably says something about me and my relationship to my body and relaxation and stuff but it doesn't really matter cuz i like it and it feels good
wait i just remembered this part of neurypnology so i have to put it here. i'm really obsessed with it. like, the way he's just like "yea this guy did have really hypnotic eyes." the way that the mesmerizer was like "just a glance can be enough ;)" and was just like staring the whole time. just like everything about this interaction and how it's phrased really gets me
