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mind control that curls up comfortably at the base of one's neck, a heavy pleasant weight like keys in one's pocket -- you'd be utterly lost without it. if it weren't there, you simply wouldn't know what to do with yourself. the controller's presence is welcomed, needed. you've always felt this way right? how did you ever survive without it?
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parasite that spreads itself through kissing. the host's thumb is under your chin, tilting it upwards to meet its mouth, other hand around your waist, strong enough to crush but delicate enough to hold. you are not strong enough to fight, its grip around your waist too strong. there's no asking, and the host's lips are on yours, long long long tongue forcing its way into your mouth, warmth and slick down your throat.
you feel the walls of your throat instinctually closing, gagging, trying to force the intrusion out. there's sweet saliva being fed to you, pumped down your throat with dizzying efficiency. until there's no more gagging, no more struggling, just the pleasant buzz of utility and purpose. you are part of a whole. before, you were a lone puzzle piece. the host's hands around you recede, its tongue gently slides back up your throat, disappears, and you almost miss its presence inside you. but you know there are important things to do now, like showing everyone else how wonderful it can feel to submit.
mild to moderate erotic vent post
physicist grad student hates himself but is too afraid to admit to himself that he is trans. hanging out with his pals the night before his thesis defense but a rift in time opens and this tall woman in beautiful armor enters flanked by like ten guards with rifles.
the woman is visored so it's impossible to tell who she is, but she knows who the student is. she tortures and rapes him with this very personal glee, before revealing her identity - she is him from an alternate timeline - the one timeline where he decided to admit to himself who he truly was. somewhere after that she used the tech she developed to become a dictator. she is now eliminating all other versions of herself out of contempt (why didn't you transition when you knew who you were?) and practicality (what if these other selves develop technology and try to stop her?)
the woman gets bored of the torture; waves a hand to direct her guards to murder the student.
my name is V@DA short for V_DAHFVRYVTWC
i write short erotic fiction on an archive of our own and on tumblr
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