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whimperwoods · 2 years

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Oswin - Fog and Vertigo

Part 9! Oswin Greystone is a wizard, a con man, and, now, a warlock’s pet. He needs to find a way out of it.

tw: pet whump, tw: non-sexual nudity (he’s technically in his underwear), tw: abuse, tw: abuse by a representative of the law, tw: fantasy cops, tw: threats, tw: mental fog, tw: panic attacks, tw: dizziness, tw: vertigo, tw: vomit mention, kind of nothing happens, but kind of something does

There’s a masterpost now!

Taglist: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @starnight-whump

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Oswin could barely believe his luck as his master’s booted feet retreated down the stairs. His jaw still ached faintly from the captain’s tight grip on it and he could hear that voice telling him, low and growling, exactly what would happen to him if he made a noise this time. He’d started shaking and he knew he’d never stop if he couldn’t get the images his master had painted back out of his head.

He waited, keeping his ears open and focusing on what he could hear in the hope that it might drive the thoughts away and settle his racing heart.

The sounds were the same as yesterday, the low hum of men talking and laughing downstairs with no idea he was here. It was hard to imagine why his master thought they would care, given how little they’d seemed to care about him when he was in their dungeon instead of their attic, but that was another thought that didn’t help.

He focused on breathing. He’d been left collared, but with his mouth uncovered. That, at least, he could live with. For now, he could live with that, and for now he needed not to think about what it meant to be able to live with it. He could calm down. He would calm down.

When he felt confident that the man wouldn’t return any time soon, he rose hesitantly to his feet, biting back a curse as straightening his battered knees sent pain shooting through him.

He felt weak and wobbly, but standing at all had been beyond him not so long ago, so he let himself stand still and breathe and wait for the uncertainty to pass, holding his arms out for balance like a toddler. Gods, what was he? How had he been one thing three days ago and become another so fast?

Stumbling over to his master’s desk was more instinct than strategy. It was solid, heavy, and the right height to help him keep upright. Once he was there, though, there was plenty to catch his eye. He moved some papers off of a map of the city, labeled with a set of symbols he couldn’t make heads or tails out of.

Swaying on his feet, he started rifling through the papers instead, and then the drawers, hoping for anything that jumped out as useful. He could tell he wasn’t thinking straight, that the fear and pain were clouding over his mind, but he forced himself to focus. If nothing else, he would focus his eyes on the pages. If nothing else, he would read the words enough times to know what they were about, generally. If nothing else, he would decide if the things were useful.

It was all slow, too slow, painfully slow, and he couldn’t stand for that long, sinking into his master’s chair almost without noticing.

He barely heard his master’s feet on the steps before the man arrived, and even with the spike of terror that hit him, his mind was too slow to react, and he had time to fling himself from the chair and onto the floor, but not the time to fix the papers that scattered with him.

“Wizard,” his master barked, the anger in his voice making Oswin curl up into himself on the ground. “Were you going through my things?”

Oswin’s mouth went dry, and the fog in his brain rose up to silence him, his mind too muffled to answer.

As his master’s booted feet came closer, it was all he could do to stammer out the truth - “Yes!”

The feet stopped, and Oswin didn’t have the courage to look up.

“What did you say?” the man asked, an edge of danger in his voice.

“Yes, master,” Oswin said, his voice so soft it almost gave out.

“And did I give you permission to go through my things?”

“No, master.”

Blank. Empty. Howling. Why wasn’t his brain more useful? Why couldn’t he think? Oswin realized he was breathing fast, too fast, fast enough to make his empty, foggy head start spinning on its axis. He pressed his forehead to the floor, hard, in the hope that it might stop the spinning.

His master’s feet were moving again, but even if he’d been fast enough to think of running, he couldn’t have known which way was away. He gasped for air, losing himself to the way the world reeled around him.

The quiet thud of his master’s knees landing on the floor beside him made Oswin flinch away, even as he struggled to make sense of it. A huge hand wrapped around the back of his neck, squeezing in a vague threat he felt more than he understood.

He looked up into his master’s eyes, unable to keep his own locked into the cold brown ones that seemed to spin along with the rest of the world, dizzying and impossible.

All of a sudden, his master released the back of his neck and felt his forehead instead.

“You’re not feverish,” he said, “Pull yourself together.”

The shove that sent Oswin sprawling was almost gentle, compared to most of what had come before it, and Oswin laid his head back down on the floor, trying to find words around his panting breaths. “Th-thank you, master.”

“The next time you touch something that isn’t yours without permission, I’ll crush your fingers under my boot.”

Oswin nodded, the motion making the vertigo worse. His chest hurt. Had his master done something to make his chest hurt? But no, that was him. His lungs. His heart. He felt like he’d messed up a lightning spell, like the energy running though him was too much, too fast, too dangerous.

The toe of his master’s boot pushed his chin away from his chest, and Oswin forced himself to look up at the man again, even as everything in front of his eyes continued to whirl.

“If you can look at things for yourself, you can look at them for me. Stand up.”

No. No, that wasn’t possible. For a moment Oswin didn’t move, but then his master’s face shifted, darkening, and Oswin fought his way through the spinning of the world and figured out how to move.

The floor was definitely down. The floor was down. He rolled onto his hands an knees, which meant his hands and knees were down and his head and back were up. He felt his stomach twist, but the good thing about not having eaten since yesterday was that there was nothing in there to rebel against the pain that still spiked with every twist of his back or the spinning of the world.

When he leaned back, onto just his knees, the spinning got worse, and he had to close his eyes.

His master grunted, displeased. “I said stand, pet.”

Oswin couldn’t nod. Couldn’t speak. He knew which way was which, as long as he didn’t think too hard about the spinning, as long as he didn’t try to look. He struggled to his feet, swaying as soon as he was upright.

His knees didn’t feel any better this time, but what was more pressing was that he could feel the world swinging around him, even with his eyes closed. He half-crouched, trying to give himself a wider base to keep from falling over.

Then his master’s hand was on his chin again, pulling Oswin’s face to tilt up towards his own. “Open your eyes.”

Oswin did, looking straight into those cold eyes, and even as he continued to feel everything whirl, whirl, whirl without stopping, his master’s eyes stayed perfectly steady.

Oswin reached up and grabbed his master’s forearm, moving on instinct before he could think about what he was doing.

“P-please Sir,” No. Wrong. Oswin took in a deep, shuddering breath and tried again, “Please, Master, make it stop!”

His voice sounded afraid, even more than he expected. Even more than he felt, because even the fear seemed blurry beneath the vertigo, like that too was wheeling around him at top speed.

His master sighed. His brow softened, the anger fading. The Captain’s eyes were still cold, still mean, but he was less dangerous now, had to be less dangerous when he wasn’t angry. Oswin started tearing up, his legs still shaking and his grip on his master’s arm still desperate.

His master’s other hand cupped his cheek, moving his face more gently this time.

“Make what stop, wizard? What have you done to yourself?”

“The spinning, master,” Oswin answered quietly. “Everything is spinning.”

The Captain scoffed, letting go of Oswin’s face with a little shove that, disoriented as he was, meant Oswin could only stay upright by closing his eyes again and clinging more tightly to the man’s arm.

“Lie down,” his master said, sounding vaguely disgusted. “You’ll look at things for me later. Get some rest.” He muttered something under his breath that Oswin only half-heard. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

It was a relief to let go of his master’s arm, as much as it made him feel unmoored in the time it took him to get carefully from his feet to the ground.

Everything still spun, but the pressure of the ground against his side was reassuring, more reassuring than being balanced on his feet.

“I’m going to leave some bread,” his master sad, “Don’t eat it until the spinning stops. If you vomit, I’ll make you lick it up.”

Oswin couldn’t bear to think of either the promise or the threat. Instead, he focused on the darkness inside his eyelids and tried, again, to get ahold of himself. His master’s footsteps sounded impossibly regular, descending the stairs, but when they were gone the world seemed even more impossible, somehow.

Everything was still spinning when he fell asleep, too exhausted for even the sense that he was about to fall to keep his frazzled nerves from giving out.

#fantasy whump #whump #pet whump #d&d wump #panic attacks tw #dizziness tw #threats tw #police brutality tw #fantasy police tw #oswin series #emeto mention #emeto tw #our boy is not doing great #give him some more days and he'll be able to make decisions again

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seraphdreams · 7 months

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No cause Choso is stepbro coded 🤤

he is !

he’s so sweet stepbro that checks up on you late at night when you’re supposed to be sleeping but you’re wide awake due to the nimble fingers stuffed in your achy cunt . . . you’ve been wanting to get off for a while now, rutting those same lithe digits into your hole for the past thirty minutes, but your fingers just don’t reach those places that choso’s do — he’d be so willing to help you out when you ask too, why wouldn’t he? you’re his cute little sister after all n he’s a great big bro !! his thick fingers, nails painted an inky black, pumping in and out of your greedy hole while he kisses you nice n sloppy, letting his tongue lav around yours in a way that has your breath bitching n mind spinning, taking in your sweet moans . . . he knows it’s wrong but he can’t stop himself from giving you what you want, what you need. for now he’ll keep it on the low, he’ll convince you that this is just what big brothers do . . .

#choso’s a good brother! so caring !#sometimes when it’s just him in his room he loves to jerk himself all slow #thinking about how pretty you’d look bouncing on his cock #it makes him soooo dizzy #he .. needs .. that moment with you #choso smut #choso x reader #choso x reader smut #choso kamo smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #seraph.replies!#tw stepcest

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candiid-caniine · 3 months

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my favorite thing about denial is the opportunities for mindfuckery. gaslighting and emotional manipulation, in particular.

"if you want to cum so bad, why do you get so wet when you're denied?"

"you came just now. yes you did. are you such an edged-out slut that you don't remember what it feels like? i know you came, and i didn't give you permission, so now you're in big trouble."

"but your hole feels so much better when it's denied. don't you want to make me feel good?"

"if you could just stop touching yourself so much, maybe you'd be able to prove you deserve to cum."

"every time i tell you 'no,' you get wetter. i don't care if you don't believe me, i can feel it."

"your orgasms are so special for me, and i don't want them to lose their specialness. don't you want to save them for special occasions? if you just cum all the time, i'll get so bored of it..."

"if you won't give them up for me, you don't really respect me."

"only sluts cum every day. do you want to be a slut? because i have no problems treating you like one."

"when you stop being so pathetic, maybe i'll let you cum."

fuck. when they say shit like this to me,,

#0rgasm denial #edging kink #t4t nsft #h/d #denial #only barks #tw: gaslighting #tw: manipulation #dizzy

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 6 months

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actually okay. not to invalidate anyone’s personal experiences with the show or anyone’s feelings over the finale. and also not to overshare on tumblr dot com

as someone who has been suicidal before. i think izzy failing a suicide attempt when he was at his lowest point and then going on to heal and find community and happiness and peace before dying with no regrets surrounded by people who cared about him and who will remember him fondly. is pretty fucking powerful. we can say without a doubt that if izzy’s suicide attempt were successful not only would everyone else’s life be much worse but he would’ve died alone at the end of a life full of trauma and repression and misery that he had never healed from. and that seems like a pretty clear message to me.

you never know what’s right around the corner. you don’t know the happiness and joy that’s in store for you, and you’re throwing that all away if you end your own life. it’s worth it to hold on.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd 2 #izzy hands #dizzy izzy #israel hands #s2e02 #s2e08 #ofmd meta #txt #meta #mine #og #tw suicidal ideation

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kreachvera · 9 months

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KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU

#theres something wrong with him #robart #eyestrain #cw syringe #tw syringe #guilty gear #faust guilty gear #zappa guilty gear #dizzy guilty gear #robo ky #crow kuruwaba #nothin in particular connects them all i just like their reactions to crow being Like That #i think dizzy deserves lifetime compensation for it though

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bakubunny · 2 months

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bunnnyyyy TT I can’t stop thinking abt pussy drunk aizawa ohh myy gooodddddd being all sweet n giving u praise n he just loves seeing the ring of cum forming on his cock by how creamy u r today omfff so soft so pliant (so tight) for him. his perfect baby

- 🧸 (I’ve been a follower for a while— I love ur work) (also, hi this is my first time sending an ask here idk if anyone’s used 🧸 to identify themselves)

hiii 🧸 anon, it’s bear-y good to see you!

so i was gonna save this for our friday share time but HOOO BOY good gosh it’s been too long since i’ve sunk my teeth into needy, pussy drunk daddy aizawa. i’m streaming tears down my thighs. i’ve also been sick over rough & loving aizawa so. 🙃🫠

he’s so growly and a little whiny. he holds you in a vice grip no matter what position you’re in, occasionally looking down at the pretty mess you’re making all for him. maybe it started with your face in the sheets so he could watch your ass recoil, watching you get completely wrecked by his size.

but the thought this immediately brings up is shota between your legs with both arms wrapped around you. he’s got one hand behind your neck, maybe tangled in your hair, the other under your back or maybe your hips so he can fuck you better. and he’s so lost in how good you feel clenching down on him that half of what he’s saying isn’t coherent, and what is coherent is slurred praises that hardly take any thought. he’s railing you so hard that your moans are only half formed as serotonin floods your veins. you can’t think and neither can he. it’s all too good, the way you go limp in his arms and how perfect your pussy is.

his face stays buried in your neck because he can’t do much beyond fuck you like his life depends on it.

“my perfect baby… so fuckin tight, shit… y’so pretty, babygirl, so messy f’me… that’s it, cum for daddy baby, cum on my fucking cock, i need it, fuck…”

#i need to stop i’m dizzy #aizawa shouta #ugh i love him #x reader #f!reader #tw daddy kink #aizawa smut #bnha smut #🧸 anon #bakubunny #asks

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astrolionking · 6 months

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TW: Abuse, drugs, emetophobia and (Implied) infanticide (it’s gonna end happily I swear)

Sorry this is much more darker than usual and it should NOT be this dark for a film abt singing Trolls with rainbow hair. But I have dark thoughts and project them onto my kins and comfort characters.

So anyways, as far as I know, Floyd has no story abt what was going on while he was gone (if he does, the novelization never said it).

So… Floyd is known to love rock music (as shown on the BroZone website) so I had a thought that maybe he found some rock trolls outside of Volcano Rock City and he met one that was a goddamn S N A K E.

He hurt him badly, did unspeakable things and Floyd managed to run away to safety… until he got kidnapped by Velvet and Veneer.

So the story with these: After learning abt different genres becoming friends, Floyd was calm… until a certain rock troll shows up. The troll harasses Branch even when he says no to him and safe to say Floyd is triggered and he knocks that fucker on his ass. JD and Branch pull him away and ask what was up bc Floyd is NEVER violent unless there was a good reason. And Floyd explains it all. They are HORRIFIED by the stuff he tells them and they thirst for blood.

And they may or may not have erased the horrible troll’s entire existence on behalf of Floyd with help from Barb. Once the deed is done Barb claims the troll never existed… ROCK TROLLS DON’T LET SHIT SLIDE.

What happens in the future is up to you. But just know Floyd is happier.

#dizzy (art tag)#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls Floyd #trolls john dory #trolls branch #queen barb #tw abuse #tw drugs #tw infanticide

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iconic-princess · 4 months

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I’m telling you if 2024 doesn’t bring me crazy weight loss I’m going to go crazy

#sk11ny #th1nspø #tw disordered eating #sk1nsp0 #⭐️ve #⭐️ving #🦴spo #dizzy from eating too little >>> dizzy from eating something #ed not sheeren #pro a4a

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fletcherwilbury · 2 years

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@whumptober Day 5: Hyperthermia

Warning for overworking, exhaustion, fainting, heat rash, and dizziness.

#whumptober #whumptober 2022 #whumptober day 5 #hyperthermia #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 donnie #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 casey jones #jonatello #overworking #exhaustion #fainting tw #heat rash #dizziness tw #fanfiction #archive of our own

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onismdaydream · 5 months

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i think yuji would be so perfect for baby trapping 🤭 especially college aged yuji. like, he's probably fairly inexperienced with sex so i think convincing him to fuck you raw would be relatively easy. maybe even lie and say that you're on birth control so there's nothing to worry about. and because he's young and dumb, you would get him wrapped around your finger in an instant, he would do anything for you because he thinks he has to

#this isnt even everything i want to say but i feel DIZZY thinking about it for too long #ugh just something about him !!!!!!#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #yuji itadori #yuji itadori x you #yuji itadori x reader #tw babytrapping

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uncanny-tranny · 6 months

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could you elaborate / give links on the transphobia = antisemitism thing? ive never heard of this before and cant find much on it on google except for one kinda surface level article :(

Some tropes of antisemitic transphobia:

Jews are funding trans surgery or surgeons/Jewish hospitals are specifically targeting people (especially those seen as girls) to manipulate into getting hormones surgery

Jewish people are influencing media in order to be "leftist" or "woke." Acceptance of transnes in media, in their eyes, will manipulate people to identify as trans

Jewish people are in "upper echelons" of congress, the senate, and so forth. They will lobby for pro-trans laws to pass for their own interests

Jewish people are "degenerate", believe in "deneracy," and as such, promote transness because it is also "degenerate."

If you want a direct, historical fact, remember Magnus Hirschfeld, a Jewish-German physician and sexologist whose work was done in the rise of Nazism, who founded Institut für Sexualwissenschaft. He was an advocate for sexual minorities including trans people, and was gay himself. His research included sexuality and transgender topics, and the institute even preformed SRS and conducted research on trans topics, which was almost unheard of, officially. His institute was raided by the nazi party, and his citizenship was revoked. His Jewishness was capitalized upon by the nazi party in order to spread conspiracy that the jew was a "social degenerate" who preyed upon the innocent aryan youth and society.

Here is an article outlining a bit of what I've already laid out here.

Here is a video about antisemitism and antisemitic tropes, which you might recognize in modern times applied to other groups

Here is an article from Atlantia, Georgia about antisemitic, transphobic flyers delivered to Atlantic residence, which play in antisemitic tropes

I am begging gentile trans people to learn about antisemitism. I will minority correct you, anon, because I didn't say all transphobia has to be, in turn, antisemitic but that conspiracy about transgenderism is almost always based in antisemitic beliefs about Jews. When you learn more about antisemitism, you can spot it when an antisemite uses it for their transphobic agenda. Learn your history. Trans history has not been separated completely from Jewish history.

#ask #anon #trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #antisemitism #antisemitism tw #i'm not blaming anon for their lack of knowledge about this but... it does kind of sting sometimes knowing that people don't know this #because it is THAT important #PLEASE spread this #okay i need to reign it in because i feel dizzy and ill 👍🫡#so uh. if this comes across as all over the place it's because i was kind of. emotional when answering this so. please understand

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planet-dusk · 1 year

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tw noncon

jisung's virgin s/o waking up to him pushing his cock into their tight little hole, nd he's all faux apologies "it's okay, baby. it's meant to hurt. don't worry, i'm almost done." lying lying lying! pouting n trying to kiss you. "it's okay. i'm here, i've got you. hannie's got you." wants to see you cry:(

-yk who at this point

jisung who made sure to loosen you up a little, getting you nice and wet for him while you slept but he's always so impatient.... he can't help but line his cock up with your twitching hole, your startled gasp when you wake almost enough to make him blow his load. he pushes his fingers into your mouth to soothe you and peppers your cheeks with kisses while your body gets used to the foreign feeling of his cock buried deep inside,, your glossy eyes already begging him for more

#answered #dizzy i presume 🤭#😵‍💫 anon #;skz headcanons #tw: noncon

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candiid-caniine · 13 days

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break, ache, ruin

on the request of 🌺 anon, i've put together a trancey little edging/brainwashing session for you all <3 all language is gender- and body part-neutral.

cw: reading on may put you in trance. trance may not end until you have a ruined orgasm. effects may very well linger.

depending on your mind, you could be here awhile. reader beware :)

you wanna be a good little edgepet? you wanna rub your brains away and give your orgasms away to your betters?

yeah, i know you do, sweetheart. touch yourself real good while you read this, okay? i promise it'll make you the best little edgepet in the world.

you get a point every time you start over. you want points? of course you do, you're such a good pet, aren't you? but you lose a point every time you reach the end...hmm...is that a dilemma? don't think about it!

three rules:

when you hit the edge, scroll back to the top.

cumming is not permitted. you must ruin if you tip over.

linger on each word. visualize it in your mind before you move onto the next. you'll be tranced in no time.

when you hit the edge, start from the top.

that's what good pets do.

good pets train themselves. that's why you're here, isn't it, pet? you know your place.

you know you're meant to be drippy

drooly

empty

needy

say it with me. drippy. drooly. empty. needy.

touch yourself the way you like. you can always get closer.

when you hit the edge, start from the top.

good pet. every time you hit the edge, take a shorter break. keep those little fingers working.

this isn't over until you ruin.

every edge is an orgasm gifted to your betters. say it with me: my betters deserve my orgasms, not me.

you can stop anytime you want. but i know you don't want to. you wanna stay achy

shaky

throbby

whiny

don't you, pet? and drippy, drooly, empty, needy, as long as you possibly can.

this isn't over until you ruin.

say these words every time you read them: drippy, drooly, empty, needy.

good pet.

your betters will be so impressed by you, won't they?

you know you're brainwashing yourself. you know you're getting dumber. you're f a l l i n g further, f a l l i n g deeper, into denial. keep those little fingers working.

your betters deserve your orgasms. envision them flying away from you, flitter-flutter, making a lazy circle like your fingers, off to someone who's worthy of them.

get as close as you can to that edge. then get closer. dumber, further, deeper. when you hit the edge, start from the top. good pet.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you can stop anytime you want. and i know you want to cum. but you want to be good more.

what does it mean to be good? to be good, you have to be

drippy

drooly

empty

needy

achy

shaky

throbby

whiny

warm and wet between your legs. fuzzy and fizzy inside your head. warm wet sex, fuzzy fizzy mind. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

your betters deserve their orgasms. every time you imagine them flitter-fluttering away, you sink a little d e e p e r.

this isn't over until you ruin.

f a l l i n g so deep, aren't you? f a l l i n g so far. you know it's happening. you can stop whenever you want if you just stop touching. but good pets touch. good pets edge until they're

whiny

throbby

shaky

achy

needy

empty

drooly

drippy

repeat after me, one word at a time: good pets break their own brains. when i hit the edge, i start from the top. every time i edge, i take a shorter break.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you're so warm now, aren't you? so relaxed, so needy, empty, drooly, drippy, fluttering between your legs,

dripping

your

brains

out

your

head.

stay with me. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

say it with me: ruined pets get ruined orgasms. if i tip over, it should make me worse. i am good, and good pets ruin themselves. pets who ruin themselves ruin their orgasms.

this isn't over until you ruin.

good pets break their own brains. the more you read this, the more broken you get. the more broken you get, the more achy, shaky, throbby, whiny you get, the more good you get, and good pets break their own brains.

good pets make themselves easier to control. doesn't it feel good to give in? give up? no more decisions, nothing but the edge.

this isn't over until you ruin.

when you hit the edge, start from the top, take a shorter break, you get dumber and drippier, fuzzier, fizzier, you get broken, you get better. you give your orgasms away. flitter-flutter, there they go, sending you

even

deeper.

slow down now. s l o w. long, aching strokes. feel your body want. it's not a want, it's a need. every square inch of you needing to cum.

but you won't. you can't. you're too good, and good pets edge, break, drip, ache. you're too well-behaved to cum anymore, and it's all

your

own

fault.

speed up again. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you don't want to get to the end; there is no end for you, is there? so good for letting go. so good for breaking yourself. nobody told you to; nobody has to. this is what you are.

say it aloud: this is what i am. broken, dripping, empty, aching, brainless, yearning, edged. my betters deserve my orgasms. when i give them away, i go deeper and deeper and dumber and drippier.

get as close as you can. then get closer. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

you're broken, you're ruined, you're good. i didn't make you this way. you were already broken by the time you started, weren't you? good pet. broken brain, broken nub, broken holes.

this isn't over until you ruin.

say it with me: ruined pets get ruined orgasms. if i tip over, it should make me worse. i am good, and good pets ruin themselves. pets who ruin themselves ruin their orgasms.

ruins make you drippy, drooly, empty, needy, achy, shaky, throbby, whiny. are you making noise? are you making those sweet, stupid little sounds? if not, you will start from the top and continue until you can't help crying out for the world to hear.

edges so close together now. if you've made it this far, you're not close enough. start from the top. you're too far gone, too far to stop; when you hit the edge, start from the top.

this isn't over until you ruin.

do you want to be good? of course you do.

but if you're here, at the end, you haven't quite earned praise yet, have you? if you were edged enough to be

throbby

whiny

empty

achy

needy

shaky

drooly

drippy

you wouldn't be here at the end.

but that's okay, pet. i'll break you yet.

edge ten times and start again.

#text hypnosis #hypno k1nk #brainwashing #t4t hypno #denial #dizzy #tw: hypnosis #tw: brainwashing #requested posts

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