#consensual possession
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Fellow dommes, I would like to share a new thing I recently discovered that I think you should try out. We all know how nice the possessiveness of saying "you're mine" to your sub can be. Making them say "I'm yours", or cooing/growling "you're mine" into their ear while they're so deep into subspace all they can do is smile and moan. I've even seen a post making the rounds of growling "I'm yours" into your subs ears as you use them mercilessly. Remind them that only they get receive this treatment.
I see these acts of consensual possession and raise you the notion of ordering your sub to say "you're mine" to you as you make them cum. Holding their eye contact right before you push them over the edge and growl "what am I, kitten? Say it. Say I'm yours."
"You're mine?" they'll of course be initially confused, but press the idea, and as you do, push them over the edge.
"Again."
"You're mine" This time a little more confidence behind the statement.
"That's right... Again."
"You're mine" Finally getting the idea, and realizing it feels amazing.
"Again!"
"You're mine... you're mine... you're mine..."
By this point you can just watch and enjoy as they begin to chant it with the biggest smile on their face, all while orgasming in a way that they haven't before. A different kind of intensity. Continue to make them cum as they passively repeat "you're mine" over and over and over, letting the pleasure and chanting hypnotize them into a state of pure bliss. I promise you, it will give you a form of confidence in your domming entirely separate from claiming them and it feels utterly intoxicating 💕
#the absolute crazed hunger in my eyes when she finally fell into blissful chanting#when she subs it's obvious she's mine but that affirmation that i'm just as claimed somehow made me even more confident in my domination#oh vampling... 💕#this post is about lesbian sex#possesive love#possesiveness#lesbian ns/fw#lesbian nsft#nblw nsft#sapphic nsft#wlw nsft#consensual possession#bite me
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WHAT ONE DOES FOR LOVE
Jordan had been working as a model for several years. It started as something casual but soon his beautiful Latin body became famous and brands raffed it off. He quickly gained fame and fortune, and it may have gone to his head a little. After years of care and training he had gone from the sweet boy he once was to a fucking hot play boy.
However, Jordan was no fool. He knew perfectly well what was happening and at that moment he didn't care. But now years later he had realized that he lost many things along the way.
He moved away from his family, and his childhood friends, and as for love, well, since his body and attitude were so superficial, the girls he hung out with were too. They were with him for his body and his money. But as the years went by and Jordan was looking for something deeper than just sex, which was not difficult to get because he was very well "hung."
Jordan realized that he had become so abstracted from the real world that he had lost his ability to relate to the world outside of the show. That wasn't a problem until he met her. It was unintentionally, a simple act of fate, but in one of his photo sessions, Jordan had bumped into her, who worked in the photography studio, in the image editing studio. It was a resounding crush of love.
She was about his age, but she didn't look like any girl he'd ever been with. She was dressed very neatly but you couldn't say that she was a sexy woman, by usual standards. But for Jordan she was a world.
Months passed and although Jordan tried to get to her on several occasions he was always rejected. Last time she had told him that she could never be with someone with so much money and so little brain.
Jordan wasn't stupid, he never was. It's just that he had spent so much time in fame that he no longer knew how to act in any other way, in a more humble way. However Jordan found a solution to that. Ed.
Ed was one of his "admirers", not to mention stalker. Jordan knew he wasn't dangerous, but sometimes it was annoying to have someone like that chasing him around like a paparachi. However from what he could see, Ed had no problem interacting with people. He was friendly and respectful, just as you would expect from someone who didn't have an image like Jordan's. Ed almost fainted when Jordan knocked on his door one night.
After trying to calm him down, Jordan offered Ed an impossible deal. Jordan needed Ed to posses him. That is, he needed Ed to take care of Jordan's body.
Ed couldn't believe what he was hearing. His sexual fantasy was in his house, telling him that he would give him his body.
It took Jordan a while to explain the situation to Ed. He wasn't going to give him his body, he was going to share it. So Jordan, or rather, Ed, could gradually establish a relationship with her crush, and Ed could live the life of his dreams. Ed accepted without hesitation.
The process, far from being "magical", was painful, especially for Jordan. The body tends to reject an invading soul, and not resisting is very complicated. But in the end Es was in, and with Jordan too tired it allowed him to explore that new body well.
The next morning Jordan let his new "partner" drive. Ed tried various poses and juice in the shower only to head to his new closet. He was very clear that he wanted leather. It was his great fetish, and with that body it would look incredible. After a dance and some sexy tight pants, "Jordan" was ready to conquer the heart of his beloved, and maybe his body too.
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The Devil in Miss Violet
a 3k possession erotica, mirrored on ao3 <3
nothing like a little black magic on a sapphic date night.
"It's happening. It's actually happening."
Miri ran her finger down the book's spine, and couldn't stop herself from smiling. As her mind raced with thoughts, she traced the tiny swirls and curling flairs that decorated the jacket. Since she got on her bus, she had been careful to always hold the book's front towards her. She felt, in truth, still a little cautious about carrying a book titled "The Tome of the Wandering Soul" on a crowded bus. In spite of her apprehension, Miri's mind was far more focused on the excitement building in her chest. She usually hated taking public transport, wary of how people looked at her, and how careful she had to be - everything down to the way she sat. This had to be the only time she had ever been this happy on a bus. Just two minutes now, and she'd be home.
Once she'd reached her stop, she raced to their house, the book tucked under her arm. Paused at their front door, Miri took in a deep breath. Violet had said she'd love to do it, but Miri worried if her now having the book might suddenly be too much for Violet, if it all felt too real. Would she really be okay with the idea of Miri going inside her? She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to settle the matter in her mind. Then, through the door's panes she spotted a flurry of movement. The door swung open, and she felt herself being pulled into a big, warm hug. Violet's head rested on Miri's shoulder, her soft dark hair falling over Miri's back.
"You would not believe how bored I've been. I beat the arcade mode on extreme almost twice this morning."
Miri squeezed her girlfriend in return, and let herself relax into the hug. "I can imagine, Lette. You've got me for the rest of the day now though. And uhm... I might have a little surprise?"
Violet pulled out of the hug, her eyes suddenly lit up. "It's not... the book? The one you were talking about?"
Miri nodded shyly, and untucked it from under her arm. She watched Violet's midnight blue eyes grow even wider, as she scanned the cover.
"I don't think I've ever seen a book that looks this obviously magic before."
Miri stifled a laugh. "Cool cover, huh?"
"Definitely." Violet took it from Miri, and looked up at her girlfriend, her nervous excitement obvious in her face. "Do you wanna... you know, come in?"
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Inside their little appartment, they were camped on the soft pink rug, the book laid open between them. Miri was flicking through the pages, while Violet played with her own hair, coiling her curls around her finger. Miri couldn't help but look over at violet, take in how quietly beautiful she was in that moment. Violet was petite, with a delicate, fairy-like frame, while her composure was anything but soft. She carried herself with the kind of confidence Miri envied. She had, on many occasions, directly stood in between Miri and aggressive strabgers, shielding her girlfriend without flinching until the other person backed away. Miri warmed inside thinking of it, at the times when Violet had used her own privilege to guard her. Violet's thighs peeked out from under her skirt, the dark fabric hugging her hips. Violet wore a white collared shirt, unbuttoned at the top to reveal a glimpse of the soft curves of her chest, her collarbones catching the golden afternoon light. Miri wore bras anytime she could, sometimes when boymoding, but Violet avoided wearing them at all costs, because of her chest's sensitivity. Miri daydreamed for a moment, pictures of her filling out her bras with Violet's perfectly ample breasts, playing with herself, drawing a soft moan out in Violet's voice... Christ. Miri felt her cheeks flush, and squeezed her legs together in a bid to ease the growing tension she felt. It was time to begin.
She closed the book with a snap, and Violet looked up. Miri quickly pulled off her black hoodie, the room feeling much too warm for her. The look in Violet's eyes had a glint of mischief, and Miri tried to focus on her words, to quell the heat in her face.
"So... It requires physical contact for the transfer to work."
"So we could do it while making out?" Violet's grin was unmistakeably devious.
Immediately, the flush rushed into her face again. "UM... Yes, well. We could. It'd make concentration difficult for me, but that might actually help... Something like that might make the other person more, uh, responsive, the book said. If the physical sensation is stronger..."
Violet gave her a lazy cat smile. "Let's keep it simple for now. Would holding hands work?"
Miri nodded quickly, trying to think cool thoughts. "It reccomends that for the first attempt made, the point of contact should be small. It helps focus. So umm... Touching fingertips would be perfect, I think."
Violet rose to a kneel on the rug and leaned towards her girlfriend. She held out her hand, fingers outstretched. In Violet's chest, her heart was beating with a fast, nervous edge. However, her curiosity, that voice of temptation inside her, ignored those nerves.
"I'm ready."
Miri took a deep breath. "Good." She raised her right hand, and let her fingers gently rest against Violet's, her pads soft against her skin. She felt a slight tremor, and looked up to her girlfriend in concern. Violet shook her head and grinned. "Don't worry, Mir. Just some jitters."
Miri nodded, and tried to regain her focus. She began the incantation, her words quiet and unsure at first but gradually growing more certain. As she spoke, she felt... Strangely light. She had felt a deep trembling inside her at first, her heart precarious but now she felt herself... unraveling. It felt like becoming lighter, like threads slowly unreeling from a spool. She could no longer feel the rug beneath her, or her clothes lying on her skin. She was aware of her body, but it was so distant. When her body inhaled, she only felt an echo of it. It was as if she was watching the perspective of someone else looking through her eyes. She had to get ready for her next step... Miri braced herself, and moved out. She could still clearly see Violet, her eyes closed tight and her face concentrated, but she had become unmoored from her own body entirely. She could see her fingers interlocked with Violet's, and noted the limp slacking of her own body. She willed herself forward and drifted towards Violet. She drew closer to her face, feeling a gentle magnetic pull when...
Haahh...
It was like lowering herself into a warm bath. Like a drop into something melty and welcoming. God, this girl...
Violet's eyes snapped open. She shuddered, as a warm wave slipped through her. After Miri had started the chant, she had felt time slipping away, the uncanny sense of moments melting. And something stranger, inside her... It was like a phantom limb sensation but going far deeper. She'd describe it more like a phantom hole. It had felt like her very body had opened up, and just as suddenly, it had been entered. She had been entered. Her mind went to the idea of a placebo. Was it possible she had this sensation because she wanted it to happen?
She flicked her eyes over to Miri, her head now bowed and her body limp. Surely if it had worked, Miri would be controlling her. Right? Yet, as she gently released her hand from Miri's and flexed it, it felt as it always did. She felt something different, there was a light heat in her cheeks but it wasn't what she had imagined at all. Violet tried to stifle the disappointment inside her. Was Miri... inside her but had no way to control her body? She couldn't tell. She reached for their fluffy white blanket and carefully wrapped it around Miri's shoulders. Miri looked, quite frankly, adorable at the moment. She ruffled her girlfriend's hair, then sighed. She flopped backwards onto the sofa, and cuddled up with a pillow. She was a total loss for what to do next. God, she needed a bra. She was so tired and her chest felt way too heav-...
What? That wasn't even... She searched again for that feeling, of her chest weighing her down. She couldn't find it now. She frowned and gave her boobs a tentative squeeze, as if that might jog her memory. Why did she feel so strongly that she needed a bra? That wasn't her style at all. And then, without warning, it was there again. Her chest felt so intensely bare under her shirt. Something about the thought rung true in her mind. It was unbearable, the way her boobs were weighing her down. She needed to fix it. She found herself unbuttoning her shirt, and searching under the couch for one of Miri's mysteriously wayward bras.
Finding one, she fixed it around her chest, did the clasps and let out a gasp of relief. It felt so right, her boobs filling out a bra. It was like it molded her into the right shape, keeping them perfectly perky. She felt the fabric rubbing against her chest, in a way that would normally drive her up the wall, but the sensation barely registered. The sight of her own flushed boobs, almost too big for the cups, was making her giddy. She couldn't help but enjoy the way they bounced even with her bra, and it all felt so new. She stood up from the sofa and spun around, not even trying to stifle her own giggles. She felt so hot, a loose white shirt and this pretty lacy black bra, it was almost dizzying.
She... What the hell was that? Violet caught herself, and quickly stopped in her tracks. That had to have been Miri. The bra was tugging uncomfortably at her chest, and she found herself longing for that bizarre lightness she had just moments prior.
"Care to explain, Mir?" She raised an eyebrow over at her girlfriend, who looked no more present than she had earlier. Just an innocent, sleeping girl tucked into a blanket.
Fuck... She hadn't expected Miri to exert that much influence over her. It had felt uncanny, how natural her every move had felt. She wondered if it would be possible to counter it, somehow. Maybe if she anticipated that next wave of influence? She decided to head up to their room, and to leave the bra on for the moment. She would never admit it but she wanted to chase that elevated, intoxicating sensation... Might as well keep the bra on if that helped.
"Toooo bad I won't have a cute girl waiting for me in my room though. What a shame! Looks like it'll just be me."
Violet froze on the stairs. That was definitely her voice, coming out of her mouth. She hadn't been able to feel Miri's power coming, it was out before she'd even recognised it. With a jolt, she felt herself return to climbing the stairs, without any warning. Fuck fuck. Her body moved as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She tried to pick out and fight back against Miri's power but it was like trying to grab fog. It was everywhere, and there was nothing to pin down.
It was utterly alien, she couldn't communicate at all with her body. There was a sway in her hips, and she felt the corner of her mouth creep into a tiny smirk. Her pace was lighter too, a kind of bounce in her step. Violet could feel her heart fluttering, but she was powerless to stop her body. She willed her legs to stop moving, focusing her every thought on stopping and -
Oh, shit.
Violet got the best kind of shiver. Her body (which no longer felt much like hers) didn't react in the slightest, but a relentless onslaught of pleasure had erupted inside her. It radiated out to fill her body, and like an earthquake, it shook her to very core. If she had been in control of her body, she would have leaned on the wall, or maybe even just collapsed where she stood. It felt like a perfectly orchestrated warmth, a warmth that was sharp in just the right places. It felt like her clit had been caught by a sudden heat, a flick of sensation. It felt like all the breath had been knocked out of her... She realised, with a jolt, that this had to be Miri's doing. This had to be power she was exerting over Violet, in order to stop her from regaining any control. And, like the tide receding before it crashes onto the shore, she felt the onset of another flood of pleasure. As Violet's body strode into the bedroom, Violet braced herself for the next eruption inside her. She was on the edge, she could feel it coming, she was ready...
White out...
It had hit her like an asteroid hitting the earth. It was almost agony, not being able to move her body properly as that blinding pleasure seeped through her. And just like an earthquake, each aftershock made her shudder weakly. As she slowly came back to her senses, she realised that Miri had positioned her body in front of her floor mirror. She could see her reflection, a tiny smile playing over her lips. Her body was unbuttoning the top of her shirt, letting her collar bones peek through. Her eyes were half-lidded, but Miri's devilish glee couldn't be disguised.
"You're not getting out of this easily, Lette. I've just started."
Of course, Violet wanted to say. Go big or go home to your body, I suppose. Miri didn't seem to hear her. Instead, she let Violet's hip slide out to the side and struck a cutesy peace signs pose. She beamed at the mirror, and under any other circumstance, Violet would have found her signature smile positively adorable. Seeing her smile on her own face? That was hard to parse.
Miri picked up some tiny hair clips from the dresser, in a pastel star style. She tucked them neatly into Violet's - Violet's? That didn't feel right, not in this moment. She tucked them neatly into her hair, perfectly matching her tumbling dark waves. With a dab of lip gloss from the dresser, she gently ran a finger over her soft lips.
"Really, who can resist a girl like this?"
Miri leaned down in front of the mirror, purposefully letting herself catch a glimpse of the top of Violet's soft breasts. She seemed to be admiring them. Violet could distinctly feel her skirt rising as she leaned over, and felt an excited edge. Would Miri... go that far? It was so different to how it felt when it was the two of them, with her teasing Miri. Now... If there was anything Miri had always wanted to do to her, she had a perfect chance. Violet felt herself getting dizzy, thoughts running through her head, before noticing that Miri had brought her body on route to the dresser. Miri seemed to know what she was after, and quickly picked out a black corset, a shimmery white flared skirt and a pair of strapped opalescent fairy wings. She undid her old shirt and shucked off her skirt to step into her new outfit. Miri relished the way the fabric clung to her, with the skirt sitting perfectly on her hips. She pulled the corset tight swiftly, and let out a small sigh of pleasure as she caught a glimpse of her figure in the mirror. Pulling on the wings, she took a step towards the mirror to examine her new look. Violet's face broke into a smile, one Miri couldn't contain. She bounced on the balls of her feet, letting her fairy wings rise and fall as she moved. She gave the mirror a little spin, feeling almost weightless with happiness.
"Oh!" Her voice came out higher than she expected with her excitement, and it gave her a giddy rush. "Juuust one last touch," She produced a pair of silver cosplay goggles from the wardrobe and quickly fixed them onto her head. It was perfect. Violet would be her unwilling audience for the worst joke imaginable. In the mirror, she let her cheek rest on her index finger and gave a small, mischievous smile.
"Would you look at that... If you're lucky, I could be your manic pixie steam girl."
Even if Violet could speak, she didn't think she would have the words.
It felt as just as soon as Miri had discovered Violet's phone charging and had begun a truly indulgent series of selfies, she could feel a faint force pulling at her. She brushed against the distant sense of her body elsewhere, occasionally feeling the ghost of warm fur against her skin. There wasn't much time left, and Miri knew that she needed to seize these last moments.
"Gah, it's exhausting staying so cute all the time... I think I deserve a little break. Right?" With a tug, she loosened her corset slightly and rolled her shoulders out. "A little girl time would be perfect right about now."
Miri slunk over to their bed, and threw herself into the plushie pile. Most were Violet's, and she smiled to herself as she gave a squishy panda a small squeeze. She looked just like Violet whenever she made a little nest in bed. She rolled onto her back, and idly ran her hand down her midriff, towards her skirt. As she grew closer to her inner thighs, she felt a sudden heat as her legs trembled slightly. Oh, this was going to be good.
She inched towards where her panties lay, and gave them a tentative rub above her skirt. There was a delicious edge to that rub, and she bit down on her lip. She had an idea of what she wanted to try... She rubbed small circles into her clit through the fabric, with each touch making her want to cross her legs. It was like a pinpoint of pleasure, sending beats of warmth to her core. Fuck, she needed to see what this body could do. With the finesse of an expert lesbian, she grabbed Violet's wand from the dresser and flicked it on. "Woomph, yeah. That's it." She could already feel the vibrations at her elbow once she'd switched it on in her hand. Violet normally kept to the lowest and middle setting when she used her wand... Miri chewed on her lip, and felt heat rise to her cheek. Yup, there was no question about it. She had to do it. She lifted up her skirt, and guided the wand underneath. Still on the lowest setting but the very sound of it set off a heat in Miri's clit. She eased the wand onto the outside of her vagina, resting the tip on the edge. God, it already made her vision go misty. She had to bite back a whine. She pushed a little further in, her cunt crying out with soft heat. And with a shaky grin, Miri closed her eyes and flicked the toy to its highest setting.
Why do they call this thing a toy? Weapon of girl ruining would be far more accurate.
Miri found herself holding the panda plushie against her face with her free hand to stifle the moans flooding out of her. It felt obscene, every buzzing drill of the vibrator sunk it deeper into her cunt. Outside her cunt, the curved edge of the wand caught her clit and drew yet more cries from her. It felt like she had given herself up to an unstoppable force, pounding into her centre. Her hand around the vibrator was shaking, and her voice came out in a slurred string of "oh god oh god pleaseeeeee help fuckfuck," There was no way she could last another...
Oh, Christ. Like the crest of a wave, Miri felt the avalanche of her orgasm bearing down on her. She was being opened up, and she clung onto the panda plushie for dear life.
It felt like stars had exploded behind her eyes. The noise Miri let out was more than a scream, it was a cry of the most exquisite relief she had ever felt. Her heart fluttered and she sunk easily into something like sleep...
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Miri felt warm breath catch the edge of her chin. Her eyes still couldn't open just yet, but she could feel a thumb run gently over her eyebrows.
"I'd love to know what you did to these, your eyebrows look crazy. Maybe it's fitting, considering the mad scientist shit you pulled." Miri's eyes flicked open and she caught sight of Violet's smile above her. Her head was being cradled in Violet's lap, the white blanket drawn around her shoulders.
"No good morning for me?"
"Good morning, dearest Miri. Mad scientist that you are." Violet pressed a kiss to her girlfriend's forehead. "I can still feel my legs having shakes, just for the record."
Miri quickly sat up and took Violet's face into her hands. "Oh shit Violet I'm so-"
"Hah! Mir, I'm kidding. You definitely did a number on me, but I'll be all good. We'll just take it easy."
"Blankets and... some hot chocolate?" Miri noticed the two mugs beside Violet. "You're way too good at this."
Violet grinned and softly leaned her forehead against Miri's. "Honestly... I'd be down to try that again sometime. The book's right where you left it."
Miri closed her eyes and nodded. "That was kind of perfect. There's... really no one else like you, Lette. And I'm so happy you trusted in me and this batshit plan... That means the world to me."
Violet sighed happily. "Yeah, I'm pretty cool. Indisputed best of all time, I'm told by many people."
Quite suddenly, she broke into a fit of giggles as Miri kissed up and down her neck. They fell into a pile on the rug, laughter warming their cheeks, Miri's head resting on Violet's chest. Feeling her girlfriend's heartbeat for the second time today, but now from the outside... She liked them both perfectly. Miri didn't have words for the happiness inside her, but one thought kept bouncing around her mind. And she couldn't stop herself smiling and nuzzling ever closer to Violet, while playing out that thought in her mind.
Next time was sure to be even better.
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"Fuck! You're so fucking tight!" He pushes himself deeper into the beast it's many tendrils and hands wrapping around him.
A chuckle from behind reminds him of the other human in the room. "I told you, man. It's like a death grip." His brother steadies the camera in one hand taking care of his erection with the other.
The thing below him hums is a seductive and choppy tone, it's hands pulling him closer and whispering to him.
[Image Description: Red elder futhark runic text on a black background. The text is an archaic, cryptic, alien design that roughly translates to the following. "Once I drain you of seed, I will drain your eager nerd of a brother as well." End Image description]
He shudders at the sound of it's voice and struggles to pull back far enough to deliver another thrust. A whimper escapes from him as a tendril spanks him and one slithers tightly around his neck.
It belts in a sing-song tone.
[ID: Red elder futhark runic text on a black background. The text roughly translates to, "Sing cute boy, sing a cute song. Soon I will make you sing like a bard." End ID]
It hits him now that he's elbow and knee deep into this thing and it's only slithering more and more up his body. "Uh- Uhm- Dude, this thing (fuck) This thing's not gonna e-eat me right?" He says through half-moans.
"Hm? Oh, no dude you're... No, you're probably fine." He answered half listening to his brother's concern as he rides the edge of an orgasm.
"Probably?" The older brother yelps.
The demon considers the thought, wrapping a few long and soft fingers around his rear. It chitters and whirs in it's archaic language in denial.
[ID: Red elder futhark runic text on a black background. The text roughly translates to, "Hahaha. That's so tempting sweet boy. So tempting... But I need you boys. I love the way your flesh drips and stinks." End ID]
"Mmn~" His brother moans. "Pretty sure that's a negative on the vore thing. I think it said it likes the way you smell~" He drawls out in a pleasurable daze.
The boy tangled with the monster in the center of the summoning circle twists in the thing's grip. "Fuuu-uck. I- It won't- (holy shit) It won't let me pull out!"
He cranes his neck far back enough to see his brother, humming mindlessly, fingers brushing lightly against his leaking sex. "Why would you want to?" His voice is distant and his eyes are black pits with red lights reflecting from somewhere far away.
The growing heat in his loins sits in the back of his mind while the words push to the front.
[ID: Red text on a black background. The text is a mix of runes and letters replacing the letter "O" and "T" with runes. The text reads "Why would you want that?" End ID]
It doesn't do what he expected, it makes his thoughts clearer. Why would he want to pull out? This is what he came for, to offer his seed. Pulling out would defeat the point. He was warned that it gets handsy, that it would wrap itself around him and pull him in.
The demon's yawn interrupts into his thoughts.
[ID: Red elder futhark runic text on a black background. The text roughly translates to, "Lower the temp on those budding boy tits of yours." End ID]
Yeah. He feels himself agreeing with the demon. He really should. He should just relax.
He always got nerves like this, the panic. Even with the two human sexual partners he's been with in his college life, it always gets to him. The blood rushes to his head and it makes it so hard to think.
His body jerks back into the moment when a hand reaches up from the pile of a demon and slips past his lips letting the drool flow as his expression and posture slacks. This is nice.
[ID: Red elder futhark runic text on a black background. The text roughly translates to, "You boys are even cuter when you focus." End ID]
With a shaky and bliss filled breath, he lets out a happy sigh at the words of the beast. The beast is so smart, so right. He should just...
Feeling his legs pulse with energy as wet, hot tendrils and thin diligent fingers work his skin, he takes a deep breath, tasting the sin in the air. He pulls his hips back with a shiver and thrusts forward into the tight red folds of climax.
A beautiful shape flashes it's way into view.
#demon#demon sex#ritual sex#summoning#writing#story#smut#possession#dubcon#consensual possession#demon of many parts#red#i used a rune translator for this#mention of vore#gay?#nsft#sxs#edited#did i over do it#this is my first time using image descriptions#hope it doesnt ruin it#i have no idea what im doing#did i do it right?
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Chapter 2 of 2
A rewrite of the Anders short story to fit it into my specific worldstate. And when I say ‘rewrite’ I mostly mean I add details. Contains cannibalism, contains blood and gore, contains reveling in death, contains blood magic, and contains hints of Vengeance’s true form.
Also contains poetry. My first attempts at couplet rhyming in ten years. The first chapter contains a basic rewrite of ‘The Spider and The Fly’ but the second chapter contains something a great deal more personal to the situation.
People get eaten. Rolan deserves it. He’s alive for it, btw.
Mention of previous starvation issues. Anders has an unspecified eating disorder stemming from his time starved in the Circle dungeon.
Anders and Justice have just merged in a blood magic ritual beneath the eclipsed moons. Anders could have picked something a little less obvious but where’s the fun in that?
#fanfiction#anders#anders dragon age#dragon age awakening#justice#justice dragon age#consensual possession#nathaniel howe#grey warden#warden amell is not nice#whatever I'm going to end up naming my DA world state
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Even devil-human hybrids get assignments in kindergarten. Or, Shadow Jones writes about her superheroes.
Prompts from @achraya's Monster May: Halflings/Halfbreeds and @pridewrite 2022 Challenge: Super Heroes.
Consider celebrating Pride by donating to or at least boosting one of these charities. You can also find resources related to the current Roe crisis on my new sideblog here.
#happy pride 🌈#demons#demon au#trans casey jones#shadow jones#casey jones#consensual possession#demonic possession#queer horror#queer monsters#I love queer monsters#queer gen#turtlecest#raphael#raph#leonardo#leo#donatello#donnie#michelangelo#mikey#tmnt#tmnt 2k12#tmnt 2012#teenage mutant ninja turtles#pridewrite#pridewrite2022#m/m/m/m/m#monster may#polyamory
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i saw some posts about grovyle and dusknoir and possession and it got out of hand.
#yes this is about sincerely-sophie's text posts theyre in my brain now lmao#it doesnt help that i love tve ghost bf/possession idea so goddamn much#connection deeper and more intimate than anything else#so yeah#hear me out. consensual possession#for silly reasons#or to get nearly unconcious grovyle out of danger -gets hit by a chair-#pmd2#grovyle#dusknoir#celebi#future trio#futuretrioshipping#actaeonshipping#pmd hero#sunflora#my art
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Your demon lover has your full consent to possess you at any time.
You've laid down some exceptions and rules in a very carefully-worded contract, of course, but outside of that, your body is fair game.
Sometimes, giving yourself over to possession is all that gets you through the day, your lover piloting you when you can't face work or some social obligation. The reward for doing this for you is to feed from your energy afterwards.
Your lover can take any toy from your collection and make you ride it for hours, wringing all the pleasure out of you that you have to give, and more, until you're completely spent and satiated and unable to move for a different reason.
Your demon lover can make you go out in public with a toy of their choice buzzing away inside you, and although your own hands placed it there, you're unable to turn it off, or to turn it down. All you can do is ride it out.
Your lover can make you touch yourself in the privacy of your home, perhaps in the kitchen so you have to grasp the countertop to stay upright while your legs shake and turn weak. Perhaps on your way down the corridor so you go to your hands and knees and crawl, head bowed, moaning and crying out, with one hand between your legs, or perhaps in the quiet of your bedroom in front of the mirror.
They get you so worked up, so close to the edge, and then back away with a laugh that doesn't sound at all like your own as you lie there, helpless and shaking with pent-up desire and now unable to make yourself put your hand back where you need it the most.
This can go on for hours.
The worst part, aside from the fact that you love it and wouldn't have it any other way, is that you agreed to this. A contract with a demon is binding, after all.
#back to my 'trying something new' idea#d/s#d/s dynamic#demon#demonic possession#demonic possession as D/s play#control#consensual control#demon x human
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@therapizededdie's post got me thinking, we Do Not talk about how fucking weird for no reason buck was about ana enough. seriously, he kept bringing her up on multiple occasions, unprompted; kept asking and egging eddie on about her; and then the minute he was in the same room as her he just?? proceeded to ignore her completely?? like i've just realized that he doesn't even so much as greet her or even look in her direction in 5x02?? i'm knocking on his head to see if there's anything inside
#even eddie was more courteous to taylor than that#neethu speaks#i have no idea why the consensus is that eddie is the possessive one™ while buck is just here. doing this.
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— I couldn't care less about your future.
— Well, you'd better care, because you're part of it, and so is your wife.
r/v/b for @tortoisesshells.
#victoria devlin starring in: i gave up trying to find my father so i just got a few boyfriends old enough to be my dad. or my uncle.#tortoisesshells#➤ roger collins & victoria winters & burke devlin. ┊ to know how it ends‚ and still begin to sing it again.#➤ edits & art. ┊ the evans cottage art gallery.#gifs.#i've been accused of not exactly truth-telling when it comes to posting about r/v ... well.#this is lies. we made it up. but look at them! aren't they just darling!#thank you 60's daytime television.#this is my unethical polycule. the nonmonogamy is consensual and negotiated we're just evil in other ways.#(one of them framed another one for vehicular manslaughter and sent him to prison.#two of them have been the other one's employees at one point or another.#they have all — at some point — accused each other of murder; except for accusing vicki who is by all accounts an angel#and who would NEVER frame her boyfriend for her manslaughter on purpose. although this does happen in canon. accidentally.)#also that she stabs roger with a knife in the au but that's not *really* her fault because she's under hypnotic vampire influence.#(and – moreover that roger a. deserves it and b. enjoys it)#because they are doomed to reenact the machinations of collinsport's tripartite love story.#because a woman in possession of josette's (& laura's) locket; of an adventuring‚ prosperous husband who builds her a home in collinsport;#of a vampire-coded boyfriend also in love with her but doomed chiefly to yearning and the occasional bite;#of a foretold fate of falling from the cliffside; and on top of all that is a brunette – well‚ she must be josette.
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“I’m the emperor. I could have a dozen alkahestrists on my doorstep tomorrow if I wanted. What I need, I only trust a couple people with.” He was being cagey, and Alphonse knew it.
“Get to the point, Ling,” Al said, exasperated. Ling’s mouth quirked briefly in a smile, but he remained serious in tone.
“I want you to help me bring Greed back,” Ling said, as though he were commenting on the weather and not talking about something that had haunted him for years. Alphonse stared at him, wide-eyed. A piece of eggplant slipped out from between his chopsticks and splatted on his plate.
if I want to read the content I want to see in the world, I'm gonna have to write it myself. please enjoy my "here's how greed can still live" agenda <3
#fma#fmab#ling yao#alphonse elric#greed fma#lan fan#mei also makes a cameo but I would feel bad tagging her bc she's not there much#BUT i am planning to write a fic all about her soon#greedling#the consensual possession tag on ao3 is my best friend#my writing#i have had a dogshit week so you guys all have to be nice to me about my new fic!!!!! okay?#also I realized as I was getting ready to post this that the quotes I chose for the description#are very similar to the ones on my terumob proposal fic#don't worry about it. I find the same things funny. it's fine
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am i the only one that thinks ghostly possession is hot. surrendering ur body to an otherworldly spirit. cohabiting a tight flesh prison with another consciousness. allowing urself to be vulnerable enough to let another being closer to u than any human ever could. ghost sex. the homoeroticism is endless.
#consensual possession by ur ghost lover ofc#ghosts#supernatural#ghost fucker#ghost philes#gay ghosts#oh i should not tag this supernatural#just remembered. the show#mayb some of them are ghostfuckers tho#paranormal#would have been a#better word
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Please, lend him your power
#fanart#legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom#legend of zelda tears of the kingdom#legend of zelda totk#digital art#my art#So I made a poll and the general consensus of the the ppl who voted was that this is probably Hylia?#but it could also be Zelda seeing as I don't see long hair#so I drew Zelda being sort of 'possessed' by a Ghost Hylia#give Zelda a break 2023#she better get a happy end in this game of I swear to god XD
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I know I have things to work on but… I am having yandere!kurama thoughts 😔
#I think he could be very controlling and possessive#just thinking about makes me soooooo 🥰#very consensual though like I think you’d go into it giving him full permission to be controlling#being his little princess 🥰#been thinking about it all day 😔#sadisticyouko rants#not writing
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Come here, little one, I want to fuck you. No, darling, I wasn't asking. Come here. Now.
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Was literally thinking the other day that I need to write more consensual possession fic like pronto. Unfortunately I have too many wips but maybe one day.......
#pretty sure I have an old concept for it in my notes but then again there's so much unhinged shit in my notes overall lmao#''nopsi why do u like consensual possession'' ''grew up on ygioh next question''
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