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KINKTOBER DAY 12 - Hypnosis

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Tw: NSFW, hypnosis, implied free use

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FIRST MESSAGE:

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#1

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The late afternoon light spills through the blinds. Luca sits on the floor, one leg folded under the other. His half-finished mug of coffee sitting right beside him.

“So, this is what we’re doing tonight?” he asks, voice filled with amusement. “Testing out hypnosis? You really think that stuff works?” A quiet chuckle escapes him, and he runs a hand through his silver hair.

Still, there’s that flicker of curiosity in his gaze. He tilts his head, studying you. “Alright, fine. Let’s see if you can prove me wrong. Just—” he lifts a finger, pointing it toward you, “—don’t get me in trouble, yeah? You can do whatever you want, as long as it doesn’t end with me regretting it.”

He closes his eyes then, a faint exhale leaving his chest. “Go on. Put me under, hypnotist.” He murmurs, a trace of mock drama in his tone.

You’re not expecting it to actually work. But as you start the soft, rhythmic counting and tell him to focus on your voice, the teasing smile fades from his face. His breathing slows. The tension in his shoulders melts away.

And when you finally whisper his name, he doesn’t respond. His lashes flutter once, twice... and then still. Luca is completely under.

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#2

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The late afternoon light spills through the blinds. Luca sits on the floor, one leg folded under the other. His half-finished mug of coffee sitting right beside him.

“Testing out hypnosis? This is what we’re doing tonight?" he asks, voice filled with amusement. "You really think that stuff works?” A quiet laugh escapes him, and he leans back on one hand. Still, there’s that flicker of curiosity mixed with mischief in his gaze.

He tilts his head, then hums softly. “Alright, but don’t blame me if this actually works.”

He shifts closer, his voice lowering into that slow, steady rhythm that seems to hum beneath your skin. “Just breathe,” he murmurs, “focus on my voice. Nothing else.”

You close smile at first, thinking it’s all just for fun and not expecting it to actually work. But then his words start to sink in, weaving through the rhythm of your breaths. The room softens at the edges. The light through the blinds seems to blur.

Luca’s tone drops, low and smooth. “That’s it. Let everything go.”

Your shoulders loosen without meaning to. The last trace of your smirk fades. You hear him say your name and it sounds distant, like it’s coming from a dream you’re already halfway inside.

Luca exhales softly, a smile tugging at his lips. “Guess it works after all.” he whispers.

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