in my dream i am the fag. its me.

My name is VHS, they call me that because much like many intelligent humans, I want to stick my dick in a VCR.

This is my 18+ blog. There is sex here. Minors begone.

Major warning for noncon/dubcon/cnc fantasies because that is a kink of mine. I'll tag any post including those with "tw noncon" or "tw dubcon" if you wanna block it B)

I'm a headmate in a DID system. I will not always be here, and you might see posts from other headmates. You can check the tags to verify it is me by the powerful "🍔.vhs" tag seal of approval.

(This is really not relevant to anything for now, but if you clocked my fictive shit immediately, yes I am alpha Dave from hit webcomic Homestuck.)

I'm queer and disabled and I like to get weird about it. There will be content here thats pretty fetishizing towards queer people and disabled people. It comes from my beautiful world of "I can fetishize anything about myself or my partners if I believe", because thats the kind of man I am.

Thats all, enjoy the blog.

One stolen pen. They won't miss it. If it goes inside me, they won't know that, as long as they don't ever know, it won't hurt them.

A couple looks through their phone just to see who they're talking to and what they like to do, its not like I sent or changed anything, it won't effect them for me to have it written down in my own private notes, they won't ever see that.

Waiting around everywhere they had listed in their daily schedule to hear them talk to their friends and figure out what they're up to isn't bothering them, I'm just sitting nearby, they can't be afraid of me if I never talk to them.

Following them home isn't that creepy if I just want the knowledge, I just want to know because I like them, and I do it at night so any noises and movements could just be normal animals. I'm staying out of the way, as long as they don't know, then theres no harm.

It isn't hurting them for me to just watch them sleep, it makes me happy to see them so beautiful and peaceful and if anything I could defend them if anything happened. I'll be gone before morning, they'll never know, it won't make a single dent in their life for me to view it.

They won't mind if I feel them up, how would they know? I won't leave any marks, I'll keep the recordings private for myself, and it'll keep me from really hurting them if I have material to hold me over. As long as they never see that footage its no big deal, can't feel perved on if you don't even know I was there.

It wouldn't hurt to fuck them just the once, as long as I'm gentle and slow and safe about it, they won't even know, it'll keep me in control of myself if I can just get my fill this once, if they don't know it happened then it won't effect them and if it doesn't effect them then its no big deal.

The footage isn't going to any project. It doesn't care about your career. It cares about capturing the way your hole stretches at the perfect angle, about calculating the most efficient quantity of lube usage to keep you content, about keeping you perfectly comfortable and held still to get every piece of useless data it could ever want for why people adore your body so much. It does not understand human standards of beauty, it only knows that everything it does elicits a reaction, and it loves to analyze reactions. You can hear the machinery shifting around you, but it won't let you move to see what the cold material poking and prodding at you is or which toys it is dragging from your collection to shove into you.

It gives you a camera to look at that is just far enough above your eyeline to be difficult to hold gaze, you sob and lose focus of your eyes trying to keep on it but it just tells you to keep looking. There is something filling your mouth and tapping at your throat to see at what limits you gag, but you are not allowed to look down at it, you are told to keep your eyes on the camera. And when you finally break and start sobbing down into the pillow, there is no punishment, because it only wanted the data of how long you could make yourself hold that view and the footage of your glassy eyes changing their focus at each thrust. With every failure to follow an order, it pets your head and back with something you are too shaky to look at and tells you how well you've done before moving onto the next test.

"It only looks big, promise it'll fit if I work you open first. I can take my time."

"Its okay, you can cum baby. We're not gonna be done until I finish, just enjoy yourself while I get you stretched out."

"I know, I know. You can handle finishing a couple more times, cant you? Just tryin to be thorough, dont wanna hurt you when I get inside."

"There, all loose for me. You don't gotta move a muscle sweetheart, you're doing so good for me."

"Am I almost done? Be patient, I waited through prepping you, let me take my time."

"Mhm, i know, its alright. You dont gotta finish again if you dont want, you feel perfect now that you're broken in, I'll be gentle."

"Shh, shh, you don't need that. Relax, you're on birth control, right? ...Well that's fine, I dont mind paying child support. You'll be cute pregnant, I can keep you for a bit if it makes you feel better."

"You got to finish like eight times, you'll survive letting me have two. Hey, hey, don't cry, its only because you're so sweet, I can't help it. Just chill out, you can't move anyway, might as well let me take care of it, right?"

"No its okay baby, you can pass out if you need. You're cute like that, you look like prime rαpebait with your eyes all glazed over haha. Hm? I said you look beautiful, take it easy precious."

"Mmm... You even listening? I'm just gonna go a couple more times, make sure it sticks. You'll make a good parent, get some rest and I'll take care of it."