#(i'm stupid and trying to keep my fingers from clenching too hard that's why)

[tjerra14]

you ever feel like you need to leave your body

[osachiyo]

ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴍɪᴛ ! | ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ➣ nanami x fem!reader

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴄᴡ ➣ nsfw content (mdni or I'll beat you), brat!reader, hard dom!nanami, hairpulling, pussy slapping, spanking, fingering, throat fucking, bathroom sex, degradation, teasing, jealousy, 1.3k+ words of filth

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴀ/ɴ ➣ I'M SO SORRY FOR HOLDING THIS UP FOR SO DAMN LONG this man makes me so damn feral it's not even funny.. this is for my angel @nanamibeloved (hope I did ur man justice rylie !!)

⟣ ──┈ · · · + sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ➣ during your house warming party, you have the genius idea of flirting with your husband's co-worker, how wrong could it go, right?

Kento was pissed, to say the least. You guys threw a house warming party tonight, just for you to cling onto satoru's arm the entire goddamn night. It was infuriating, and downright insulting to your husband, Kento. He was way too prideful to show it though, brushing you both off with a wave of his hand as he sips on his drink.

Somehow he lasted until dinner, you being seated next to Satoru, tits pressed up against his arm as you giggle at his stupid jokes. You were supposed to sit next to him, not the white haired dumbass. He was gonna be patient, though. There will be plenty of time to punish you later− "oh my, 'toru your muscles are so big!" You giggled, shamelessly feeling your husband's co-worker up in front of him as Satoru's lips stretched to reveal a sleazy smirk, and your lover decided he had enough. Cursing under his breath, Kento formed a polite smile, excusing himself from the dinner table before discreetly glaring at your direction, silently demanding you go with him. You smirked to yourself, this is exactly what you wanted.

You were slammed against the bathroom door as soon as you locked the door. You looked up to see your husband towering over you, a menacing aura surrounding him, it intimidated and turned you on at the same time, your thighs clenching together, god− you wanted him so bad.

"on your knees," Kento's jaw was clenched, palms flat against the door, effectively trapping you in. Scoffing, you tugged on his cheetah print tie, yanking him closer to you, "why don't you make me?" You could almost see the vein popping out of his forehead, "so you're playing that game, huh? fine, have it your way." Was the last thing he uttered before you were pushed down to your knees, a large veiny hand tangled in your roots as you winced in pain. "ow! kento− it took me like 3 hours to style my hai−" you were cut off by your husband's hardened length slapping against your cheek, effectively shutting you up. "I don't want to hear your blabbering," he sighed, pushing the bulbous tip past your lips as he shuddered in delight. "now, get to work, slut." You whined at the derogatory name, licking the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, suckling lightly on the tip. He hissed when you slowly started to take him fully into your mouth, fingers tangled in your hair tightening with each inch you swallow. You took half of him before abruptly pulling off− his brows twitched in annoyance and he breaths a quiet "enough" before slamming into your mouth forcefully, the mushroom tip reaching the very back of your throat as you sputter and gag on it, not expecting him to be so rough. he keeps going till your lips touch the small tuff of dirty blonde hair near his base before pulling out almost completely− then brutally thrusting back into the wet heat of your mouth.

It went like that for what felt like an eternity− brutally thrusting in and out, in and out until you were on the verge of passing out, your hands that were previously slapping and scratching at his muscular thighs now went almost limp beside you before he pulled out with a groan. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart when he saw you coughing and breathing heavily, saliva and precum dripping down your chin in webs, trying your best to get air back in your lungs. But all of that guilt quickly disappeared once you looked up at him with a cocky but weak smirk, tears gathered in your lashes− "that all you got? I'm disappointed."

Oh you were such a vixen, and that's exactly what he loved about you. He was going to break you.

Even as he pushed you onto the marbel sink, large hands prying your thighs apart and he could practically smell your arousal− saliva pooling in his mouth. God, he needed to taste you. Right now.

And he did− thumb sliding your panties to the side as his tongue licks a fat stripe up your cunt, savouring your bitter sweet taste on his eager tongue. The tip of his tongue gently circled your swollen clit, your hands clawing at the smooth marble as you arch further into his mouth− only to be put back in place as he presses down on your lower tummy, looking up at you from between your legs, his saliva and your slick coating his chin as he peers up at you with those beautiful, brown eyes that held jealousy, lust and most importantly− so much love and adoration for you. The look in his eyes let you know that this was indeed, the man you fell in love with. The sweet, caring Ken−

Your thoughts got cut off by him slipping his tongue into your hole, groaning lowly at the taste− his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs; rough and calloused from his ruthless years of jujutsu. He'd never get tired of your addicting taste on his skilled tongue, it was almost like dopamine to him− the feeling of your clit throbbing against his tongue as he slurped everything you had to offer. "god, could never get tired of this pussy," he groaned lowly into your cunt, the vibrations from his gravelly voice against your sensitive core made your head spin− how was he so fucking good at this? Every time felt like the first time with him and you loved it− you both did, really.

He loved how your thighs trembled pathetically as he blew on your clit, two thick fingers slipping in to massage your inner walls. His tongue lapping and sucking softly on your little bud before biting it gently, laughing cruelly when you tried to close your thighs around his head. "darling, you're only making things worse for yourself," he sighed calmly before brutally cracking a hand down on your inner thigh, making the soft flesh jiggle and sting as you let out a pained yelp, a fresh wave of tears gathering in your pitiful eyes.

"s' mean.." you sniffled, timidly wiping your tears with the back of your hand, broken gasps emitting from your mouth as he lands soft slaps on your pussy, webs of slick sticking to his fingers as they collide with your aching cunt. "didn't you want this?" He scoffed, two fingers spreading your lips apart and licking his lips at your hole clenching on nothing as it gushed more of your sweet essence− pooling on the fancy marble. "wanted to be taught a lesson− and fucked stupid? huh?" he swiftly landed two spanks right on your clit− a loud cry leaving your mouth and he glared at you with those brown− almost fully black now eyes, effectively getting you to quiet down. You didn't want to see what happens if you angered him further. You honestly didn't expect him to be this rough.

But you couldn't get yourself to complain when he flipped you around, taking his beloved tie off and binding your hands behind you− tight. He easily picked you up and pushed you against the door once again, face smushed against the high quality wood as he pushed your panties down to your knees in one fluid motion− quickly lining up with your entrance before pushing the fat tip in, making the both of you let out quiet moans. Your nails were digging into the sweaty palms of your hand at this point− yelping in surprise when he grabbed your hair and yanked your face to the side before enveloping your parted lips in a kiss. The kiss was much sweeter and gentle compared to his borderline brutal thrusts− a perfect balance, if you will.

Your ass recoiled with each slam of his hips against it, nasty squelching sounds filling the walls as you tried your very best to stay quiet. But unfortunately for you, your husband wasn't having any of that. Instead of shushing and telling you to keep quiet− he encouraged you to be louder− to scream his name until your lungs burned. He wanted you to be so damn loud so that fucker Satoru would know that you're his− that you're Kento's and he would make sure of it.

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[minminyoonjii]

Drip Drop [Chanlix/Fem! Reader]

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🕯Summary: Felix felt horrible for pinning over his best friend's girl. Who knew that the couple would love to let him join.

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Free Use|First Sandwich On Small Chair To Second Sandwich On Couch|Crying|Multiple Orgasms|Confession|Threesome! MMF|Praise Kink|Chan's Cock In Lix & Lix's Cock In You|Wet & Messy|Oviposition Mentioned |Hard Dom! Bang Chan|Pervy Sub! Lee Felix|Pervy! Reader|Riding|Sandwich Threesome|Dom Drop|Fingering|Anal Plug|Anal Sex|Daddy Kink|Begging|Teasing|Exhibitionist|Pussy Plug|Creampie|Sub Space|Head Pets|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.9K

"Mate you got a minute?" Felix asked, fidgeting his fingers nervously. Chan raised an eyebrow, "Yeah. Always got time for you, bud," he said, sitting in a chair facing him. Felix felt his lips wobble, "Please don't be mad at me, Hyung. I truly don't know how it got this bad," he said, tears welling in his eyes. Worry built in Chan's chest, "Hey, hey. Look at me, yeah? I will never be mad at you. You trust me don't you?" He reassured, rubbing Felix's bouncing knee. 

Felix sniffled, "I trust you. Trust you so much, Hyung," he hiccuped, burying his face into his palms. You raised an eyebrow, tilting your chin at Chan as a silent gesture. "I don't know?" He mouthed, pulling Felix towards his chest. Soft whimpers escaped past Felix's lips, "I'm so sorry, Hyung," he sniffled, gripping the hem of Chan's shirt. "Baby, I don't know what you're apologizing for," Chan said, rubbing Felix's back. His mind imagines the worst. A frown etched on your lips at the potential news Felix was about to tell. 

Felix released a shuddered breath, "Hyung, I think I like like your girlfriend," he said, petrified of Chan's reaction. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying your hardest not to burst into giggles at the endearing statement. Chan clenched his jaw, looking away from your stupid expression. Felix felt his heart sink when Chan looked away from him, broken sobs started to spill from his lips. Chan's eyes widened, "Lixie," he cooed, wiping Felix's tears. "Why are you sobbing, hm? I'm not mad," he added. 

Felix blinked away his tears, "Hyung's not mad?" He asked, his voice cracking in the process. Chan chuckled, "No bub, I'm not," he reassured, tucking Felix's hair behind his ears. "But you looked away from me," Felix whined, not believing Chan's words. Chan bit back a smirk, "Lixie, you're not the first to admit they like my girlfriend," he purred, his voice turning sensual. Felix squirmed at the change, "I'm not?" He asked, blood rushing up his cheeks to his ears. 

"That's right, you're not. Now tell me, Lixie. What would you do to my girlfriend?" Chan asked, tracing circles on Felix's inner thigh. Your jaw dropped at Chan's question. Things were getting too steamy for you just to stand there and watch, you kneeled behind the couch and peeked between the pillows. Felix felt his heart pound within his chest, "I shouldn't answer that," he said, hiding his flushed face. Chan chuckled, "I don't bite, bub. Just tell me the truth," he said, giving you a quick side glance. 

Felix chewed on his bottom lip, "I want to feel her warm cunt around my cock, Hyung. Want to feel my cockhead rub against her cervix," he admitted, hearing his heartbeat within his ears. Chan gently tugged down Felix's waistband, "Keep talking, bub. Don't stop until I tell you," he said, lightly grazing Felix's boxers. "Hah, ah, I want to use an ovipositor on her. Want to watch her tiny cunt get filled with eggs, Chris," he said, gripping Chan's shirt. "Dirty little boy," Chan said, his voice getting breathy. 

Felix whimpered at the arousal buzzing through his body. You pressed your thighs together, craving for any friction your throbbing cunt could get. Chan huffed, needing you involved in the scene, "Little one, come here," he commanded, nosing Felix's neck. You stood up on wobbly knees, "Yes, Daddy?" you said, your cheeks flustered from arousal. Felix flinched within Chan's hold, embarrassment enveloping his thoughts. 

Chan smirked, "Tell me, baby girl. Would you like to be pumped with eggs?" he asked, cupping Felix's pulsing bulge. A low moan echoed within the room. "Of course, Daddy but I have something else in mind," you suggested, stripping off your clothes. Chan whistled at the sight of your body, "And what's that?" he asked, subtly shifting Felix's face towards you. "I want Daddy to pound Lixie while I ride on top," you said, loving the power trip Felix's flustered cheeks gave. "Wait, wait. I wasn't expecting this," Felix said, conflicted by his inner morale. 

Chan trailed his hands down Felix's side, "Baby, you can step out if it's too much," he said, hoping they didn't scare him away. You covered your bare body as best as you could, "Sorry, if this seems forceful," you mumbled, tearing up at the sheer embarrassment. Felix's eyes widened, "No! I mean, I want this. I really do," he exclaimed, knowing he'd regret pushing you away when an opportunity was given to him. 

Chan kissed Felix's temple, "Reassure her, bub. Tell her you want her," he whispered, blowing into Felix's ear. "Please, I want you," Felix whimpered, opening his arms hoping you'd come closer. Your eyes dilated, "You promise?" You asked, making your way in front of him. Felix giggled, wrapping his arms around your bare waist, "I promise," he said, pampering kisses on your pretty tummy. Chan cooed, stripping off Felix's pants and boxers in one go, "Isn't he pretty, princess?" he teased, knowing you have a thing for pretty, glossy cocks. 

You nodded your head, cunt throbbing to be filled with the pretty cock in front of you. Chan reached between Felix's inner thighs, and his breath hitched when he felt a familiar jewel, "Is this a plug, dirty boy?" he asked, gently thrusting the toy in and out of Felix's clenching rim. "Ah, hah, hah. I just wanted to fuck feel good, Hyung," Felix gasped, his mind clouding from the gentle thrusts. You whined from the lack of attention, "Daddy," you sulked, aching for Chan to allow you. 

"Hang on, silly girl. So impatient," Chan chuckled, stripping off his pants. His cock tucked between the crevice of Felix's ass. "Hyung, please," Felix whined, his ribbed walls clenching hard around the warm metal plug spreading his hole apart. Chan rolled his eyes, "Another impatient baby," he teased, smirking when he tugged the plug out to its widest girth. Loving the way Felix gasped and whimpered at the pressure. You moaned at the sight, arousal dripping down the sides of your inner thighs. 

Chan tossed the plug aside and lifted Felix by his waist, "Take a deep breath, baby," he said, sinking Felix down his cock like a sex doll. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Felix thrashed, the pain and pleasure of the stretch melted his mind to a puddle. Chan groaned into his ear, the veins on his arms protruded as he tried not to buck his hips up. "So big, Hyung!" Felix sobbed, his drool leaking down the sides of his lips. You whined at the neglect, "Daddy, I want to touch. Wan’ kiss Lixie. Please," you begged, pleading for Chan's permission. 

"Go ahead," Chan said, his voice gravelly as he slowly pushed Felix down to the base of his cock. You pecked Felix’s lips before licking his bottom lip, begging for access. Felix whined at your gesture, parting his lips for you. His eyelids fluttered shut when you deepened the kiss. You pulled back and sucked on his bottom lip, craving more and more of his delicious moans. “Hhgh, hah,” Felix mewled, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you closer.

Chan groaned, his cock twitching within Felix's clenching hole, "You’re so fucking warm around me, baby. Fuck" he said, gritting his teeth. You straddled your weight on Felix’s lap, trying to get as comfortable as possible with your limited space. Felix slumped his head into the crook of your neck, “Please, ride me,” he whimpered, marking your shoulder with hickeys. You lifted your hips, aligning Felix's leaking cockhead against your dripping hole and sank down. 

"Hah, ah, ah, fuck!" Felix cried, the warmth of your cunt and Chan's throbbing girth pressing against his swollen prostate drove him wild. You whimpered at the stretch, his cock curled perfectly against your squishy walls. Chan growled against Felix's shoulder, his mind getting hazy from the fluttering grip surrounding his cock. “Get up and lay back on the couch, princess,” Chan instructed, having another position in mind. 

You sulked but laid back as told. “Sink you cock back into her, Lix,” Chan commanded, sitting up. “O-okay,” Felix slurred, plopping onto you with grace. He lifted his hips, aligning his throbbing cockhead back within your ribbed walls, “So hot, hah,” Felix mewled, nosing your neck. Chan shifted your calves around Felix’s waist, “Deep breaths, okay,” he cooed, easing his cock into Felix’s tight rim in one smooth thrust.

Both Felix and you whined into each other's hold. "Daddy, fuck too fast!" you cried, digging your nails into Felix’s back. Felix babbled against your neck, his cock and prostate receiving the most intense pleasure in their lifetime. "Take it, fucking take it," Chan panted, his hips striking against Felix's ass. Your body spasm, orgasm tethering at the edge, "Fuck, hah, I'm cumming," you wailed, clenching hard around Felix's sensitive cock as your orgasm broke. 

Felix's jaw slacked open, his body trembling between the both of you, "Cumming, cumming," he babbled, his back arching when he came deep within your cervix. Chan hissed at the clench, goosebumps prickling on his skin, "Shit, hah, ah," he gasped, letting out a shaking breath as he came, coating Felix's ribbed walls white. Felix's thighs quivered from the aftershocks, and his anal canal fluttered around Chan’s cock, “Mmh,” he hummed, nipping your jaw.

Chan huffed out a breath, his palm smacking against Felix's plump ass, "Such good toys," he praised, stroking your hair with adoration. You laid pliant, your walls snug and filled. Chan cooed at your expression and carefully eased his tender cock from Felix's gapping rim, "What a fucking sight," he chuckled, gently lifting Felix's sensitive body off you. "Daddy," you whined, clenching weakly around the chill air. 

Chan cooed, easing your favourite plug deep into your cunt, "Daddy knows, princess," he said, rubbing your pretty tummy. Felix's mind sank into subspace, his eyes glossy with post-clarity. Chan chuckled, lifting him, "You did so well, bub," he said, pampering kisses all over Felix's face. Felix mewled at the affection, his mind happy and content with the love he was receiving. 

Chan carefully laid Felix into the tub, "Stay," he said, before leaving to get you. "Daddy," you beamed, happily nuzzling into his arms. Chan chuckled, "Yes, princess. Daddy's here," he said, laying you next to Felix. You squinted your eyes when you noticed a frown on Chan's lips, "Daddy sad?" You asked, concern evident on your face. Chan gulped back his vulnerability and said, "Daddy's okay, baby girl. Let Daddy clean you both up, yeah?" He said scrubbing your backs with soap. 

You felt something wrong with his answer and nuzzled his knee, "Daddy did good, Made us feel really really good," you whispered, wanting him to know. Tears split down Chan's cheeks, making you panic, "Daddy okay? Don't cry," you sniffled, sad because he was sad. Chan sniffled a chuckle, hugging you close, "You know daddy loves you very much, don't you princess?" He asked, his hands trembling behind your back. You nodded, caring less that your damp body was drenching his shirt. 

Chan exhaled a shaky breath, "Good girl. You're my good girl," he said, pampering kisses on your face. Felix soaked in his subspace, barely aware of his surroundings. You kissed Chan's cheeks, "Daddy, we need to help Lixie too," you said, nuzzling Felix's cheek. Chan cooed, "You're right, princess. Let's help Lixie feel comfy," he said, stroking Felix's hair. "Thank you for everything, princess," Chan whispered, needing to get this off his chest.  You beamed with your precious little smile, "You're welcome, Daddy," you said, melting into Chan's through hands as he coaxed you both out of subspace. Felix giggled out of nowhere, "Thanks for reading," he whispered, cuddling closer to you.

[megangovier]

You were made for me, not for my son

Perv!Joel x plus size fem! reader

Summary: Your boyfriend goes through with the No Nut November challenge, annoyed you head downstairs and seethe away into a book.

Warning: 18+ // heavy smut // cheating // grinding // dilf<3 // age gap (20s,50s) // body worship // oral!f // fingering // degrading // mdni

Dating Joel's son was a blessing and at times a curse, he could be such a sweetheart and helpful one minute and a jackass the next. Joel knew what his son was like, but spent time reinsuring you that his son loved and adored you just didn't show it all the time. You were upstairs with Jack and decided to crawl onto his bed and give him those "I need to be railed" eyes. Jack shook his head "Sorry - but I'm going to do this challenge, it'll help with my performance and focus at the gym" a sigh left your lips and headed downstairs closing the door behind you. You sat down on the couch and a huff left your lips "Why now? When I'm the most neediest, fuck!" a groan left your lips.

You were lying on your stomach, book in hand reading page after page trying to ignore the extreme ache between your legs. Jaw clenching, teeth grinding you were frustrated. You could understand where he was coming from but it was hard when you had high libido and no-one to use you for their own gratification and pleasure, you've had enough of the ache, so you put the book in your left hand and reached your right hand down your already dripping panties. This helped a little with the throbbing, but not that much, you needed someone to grind against your ass with their strong hands on your hips. You didn't hear the door open from behind you, and certainly didn't notice a man walk in.

Joel was standing there with a shit eating grin on his face, leaning against the doorway he was enjoying the view Infront of him. The way cute moans left your lips, or sound of whines leaving your throat Joel's cock was getting harder, he didn't want to interrupt you but you looked too good to keep you like this. Slowly walking towards you, kneeling down behind you he placed both hands on your thick thighs, teared your panties off and slipped his warm tongue into the wetness "Joel, wha- what are you doing?" a sultry moan left your lips "don't act like you didn't need this, I heard what you was doing, you weren't exactly being quiet about it. So here I am fulfilling your needs, as my son is doing that stupid challenge" a groan left your throat.

"Look at you, such a pretty girl that makes such a tasty treat to devour" a whimper left your mouth, you needed to feel him and how big he was, reading your mind he slides both hands on your hips and slowly grinds against your ass 'fuck, just like that" pushing your face into the cushion a manical laugh left his throat "who's in charge slut, because the last time i check i was!" squeals and moans left your throat. "You're such a beauty, the scars on your back, the dimples ingrained on your hips and cellulite on your thighs, just so fucking sexy!". Joel's chest was against your back, his lips on your ear nibbling away.

[sapphicmorningkisses]

anger (e.w)

❞ angry ellie?? HELL YEAH p.s. lmk if i should work on anything to improve! also so sorry about tagging my fics incorrectly! i'm new to tumblr - em ❞

SUMMARY :: ellie has a bad day and takes it out on you

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As soon as you saw her angry expression you knew that you were in for a good time. There was a certain point within your girl's anger where all she needed was a distraction. And you were her favorite distraction.

“Stop fucking squirming, I know you like this you little slut” Her teeth were skating across your clit, hands gripping so tightly on your waist there was no way it wouldn’t leave a mark. It hurt but you liked it. You fucking loved it when she got like this. 

She knew your body so well, always able to put you at her mercy with a few words or light touches. She was always so good to you when you needed her…You were glad to do the same for her. She deserved a break from the hard life she led.

So you let ellie lay you down as soon as she got home after she told you something along the lines of  “Stop fucking talking.” Before she kissed you like she wanted to take all the air that was in your lungs. If she did after all, you would let her.

You knew she’d make it up to you later. Probably put herself on her knees to worship you like you deserved.

But for now, she needed this to be the opposite of that. ellie wasn’t focused on making you feel good like she normally did, she was trying to relieve herself from the pressure of the intense day she had.

"Didn't I just tell you to stop moving, you stupid little slut." She huffed out.

She smirked into your skin, detaching her mouth from your core for the third time. The distressed cry you let out was so pretty it almost made her feel bad. Almost. Ellie didn’t give in so easily.

Ellie smirked as she let her eyes trail across your body that was coated in dark purple marks that she’d kiss later when she apologized for being so rough with you. You’d dismiss her, how you loved being her little work of art. 

“Please, just wanna come.” Your words are barely tangible.

She gripped your jaw and you mewl from shock. Even when she’s fucking pissed and can only think about how small she wants to make you feel, she’d never actually hurt you. Ellie doesn't dream of that. “You’ll come if and only if i decide you will. you take what I give you.”

Your back arches when she lets two fingers slip past your entrance. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” her voice was so lustful it almost made your mouth water. “You like it when i treat you like a little slut, don’t you?”

You do, you really fucking do. you nod, biting your lip as you fight the urge to buck your hips into her fingers, desperate to feel her deeper. fuck her and her perfect fucking fingers.

“Say it.”

“I love it.” Your eyes bubble with tears cause she’s been edging you for an hour…bringing you to the edge only to pull away before you coming.

“Hmm.” she kisses your nose, the sweet gesture making your head spin in contrast to how mean she was being seconds ago. “So pretty when you cry.”

It was embarrassing how much her humiliation turns you on. Her words, her mocking tone, the fact that you were naked while she was completely clothed. She looked up at you so casually, like what she was doing wasn’t so goddamn filthy.

You clench when her fingers curl, you’re so fucking close. You’d probably be embarrassed if you weren’t so fucking pent up. 

Then she pulls her fingers out of you. You keep your legs closed.

“Open your legs.” It’s gruff and demanding, you know better than to tease her but knowing why she’s doing this makes it impossible not too.

“You have to ask me nicely first, ells.” You keep your knees buckled together, smiling up at her like you knew all her secrets or something.

“Open your fucking legs.” Her hands reach up to your knees and yank them apart. You gasp when the cold air hits your pussy, wondering why you flirt with dominance when you know you’ll give into submission every single time.

“‘M sorry, just can’t take anymore.” You pout up at her.

“And who exactly the fuck do you think you are?” She scoffs and you almost flinch at how harsh her tone is. “You don’t like what I give you?”

“WAIT ‘m sorry. I love it, ‘m sorry.” You rush, apologies flowing from your lips like it was the only language you could speak. She hums like she’s in thought but you can look in her eyes and tell her mind is made up.

Her mouth levels with your core again, “So be a good little dirty slut and lie there and take it.”

[petitelepus]

Thank you, @eyeofthetiger501, for requesting this piece! I'm sorry it took over a month to get to it, but I never forgot!

Summary: You are so tiny it's not funny. Nor is being captured and closed inside a glass jar.

Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Claustrophobia

A/N:  Gender Neutral Reader, Borrower Reader, Sanemi Shinazugawa

You were a Borrower, a small humanoid being about the size of a grown man's finger, living in houses inhabited by humans, all while staying hidden from them. As your name suggested, you would borrow or take things, little things that humans wouldn't miss or even notice disappearing.

You know, normal stuff like one strawberry, one cube of sugar or such… But you had gotten greedy and got yourself caught by a human male.

He was a scary one, called Sanemi Shniazugawa and he was one of the strongest humans there were because he was a Hashira who specialized in killing these horrible beings that plagued the lands of Japan, called Demons.

"So you're the one who I've heard skittering around here?" He had asked, fully ready to take you and throw you away like you were a bug… But when he saw you looking at him with those big shiny tear-filled eyes, he felt his heart tighten and fluffy feelings rise inside him.

That's when instead of tossing you away, he decided to keep you.

And so you found yourself living in a glass terrarium like a pet of some sort. Normally you would be able to climb most surfaces, but slippery glass proved to be too much for you.

That didn't mean that you didn't manage to leave your terrarium once in a while. You were a creative little person who always found a new way to try and escape.

However, that didn't mean you actually succeeded. Nope, somehow, you weren't sure how he always returned home when you would attempt an escape… And each time, he caught you.

"Why do you always try to escape!?" Sanemi snapped as his fingers clenched around you, and it was clear he was holding himself back from squeezing as hard as he wanted to because if he had done so, you would have certainly died.

"Are you not happy!? Is that it!?" The huge man scowled, "Am I not making sure you have everything your little heart could ever desire!?"

He was more than generous, always making sure you had something delicious to eat or quench your thirst with, clothes made from such pretty fabrics and toys of different kinds…

"Ungrateful little shits like you end up in the jar!" He snapped as he turned to walk towards the closet where he kept his futon when he wasn't sleeping. But it wasn't the soft mattress that you feared, but the dark closet and the small jar with holes poked into it inside there.

"N- No!" You cried out loud in fear, "Not the jar!"

When Sanemi had first caught you he had put you temporarily inside the glass jar while he tried to figure out where to keep you, but you had started crying and hyperventilating in there. You felt so claustrophobic in there, like you were running out of air and when the darkness was added to your punishment, your worst fear came to life.

"Then beg." He ordered as he looked down at you, "Earn my forgiveness."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so stupid, I don't know any better!" You started to cry furiously, so fearful of the punishment looming just a couple of steps away, "You're always so generous, but I'm just so ungrateful!"

"That you really are," He nodded, yet he still took those couple steps and slid the closet door aside, "But I have some business to take care of and I can't risk you trying to escape again while I'm not here…!"

"N- No, please!" You cried as he turned the lid off and dropped you into the jar. You fell on your ass, but you quickly jumped up as the lid was put back in its place and you started to bang the glass with your small fists.

"Please! Don't leave me here!"

"Maybe this will finally teach you some gratefulness…!" He grunted as he slammed the door shut, leaving you alone in darkness, hugging your knees and crying.

You don't know how much time passed, it felt like an eternity in there as you regretted your every life decision that led to that very moment of you being locked up… But finally, the door slid open and Sanemi's scarred face came into your view.

"You're there," He nodded, "Good."

"Wh- Where were you!?" You cried out as he picked up the jar, opened it, and tilted it so you could safely crawl out of there and straight into his waiting palm, "I- I was so scared…!"

"I was out for an hour," He simply stated, but you were crying out loud so you probably couldn't hear him properly or you were just too thankful to pay attention to anything other than air and light.

As soon as you popped onto his palm, you wrapped your tiny arms around his thumb and held onto him like your life depended on it.

"How was the jar?" Sanemi dared to ask, making you whimper as you hugged his thumb harder, "Scary…! Never, please, don't ever put me back there…!"

"That's completely up to you," The man glared down at you, "Are you going to try and escape again?"

"No, no, I won't!" You sobbed so hard you were getting hiccups, "I'm sorry, I swear, I won't do it again!"

"Good," He nodded, not quite smiling but you could tell he wasn't as mad as he was before by the way he gently petted the top of your head with the tip of his finger.

"Now let's eat. I got some Ohagi while I was gone, I bet you are going to love it," He muttered as he carried you out of the bedroom, and you tried your hardest to stop crying again

Yes, you had every comfort that one would desire… All except freedom that you so badly wanted, no, desired…

[sommerregenjuniluft]

something something day of the week snippet

helo tumblr *wrings hands* i've been a little mia recently especially in tag thingies because we've not been doing too hot mentally but alas here i am :p

@grimsneverendingfuneral tagged me (kissing u) in a mouthwatering rosekiller wip snippet and i saw saints' too so i thought i'd just keep the theme going so have some Ant Pile (btw i'm trying to finish this until my birthday so mid february! fingers crossed you get everything of this soon)

Evan hits him upside the head making Barty growl. “Well, bitch boy, maybe. Since it seems you like to do that so fucking much.” 

“Dickface.”

“Bitch boy.”

“You–” and then Barty’s upper lip pulls back and- oh, fuck no.

“Ay! Don’t fucking bite me again, B,” Evan rears his arm back and out of reach, “I swear to– get the fuck off.”

Barty snarls, teeth bared in a too wide smile, cheeks crinkling with stretched dimples. Evan is only mildly obsessed with them whenever they pop out.

That’s probably the reason Barty gets the opportunity to make a swift grab for his wrists and pin them over his head. They scramble against each other, trying to win the upper hand as their legs wriggle, slip, knees knocking, and then Barty is suddenly perched on his chest, straddling his torso and sinking his teeth into the soft underside of Evan’s forearm.

He cries out through clenched teeth, more startled than hurt, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting like a motherfucker as Barty’s jaw stays clamped shut around Evan’s flesh.

There’s a sucked in breath against Evan’s skin, sounding excited, and there must be some kind of blood flow interruption because his head gets a little dizzy then.

It draws a noise out of him, body involuntarily starting to squirm and eventually prompting Barty to let up.

The first thing Evan feels is relief which is promptly inundated. Another noise punching out of him, a pained hiss when the marked skin starts throbbing. 

Barty above him gives a pleased chuckle, then a wet slurping noise, collecting the spit back up into his mouth. 

Another throb, whole-body, and Evan groans.

Barty adjusts on top and leans down again.

Evan’s eyes fly open, frantically wiggling to get away but Barty’s grip is iron and then there’s something warm-wet. Pleasant.

Evan blinks and tips his head back, something lodging in his throat when he watches Barty lap over the teeth indents with his tongue. Warm and careful, a soothing gesture. 

He doesn’t slobber on it, rather alternating between long swipes with the flat of his tongue and little kitten licks. Until Barty makes a small sound and then his lips come down over the marred skin too.

Soft pressure, damp lips coming down randomly over and over again, here and there and over there, too.

A constant, recurring puff of breaths spilled over Evan’s sensitive skin, much too gentle in the face of the firm way Barty’s hand still holds him down by the wrists.

“B,” Evan chokes out when he feels some of the returning blood rushing south too.

His friend grunts, not really in acknowledgement but more in a dismissive let me cook here way and Evan bites down hard on his lower lip. That doesn’t help him suppress the startled moan though when Barty suddenly sucks the pulsing skin into his mouth.

Adam’s apple bobbing and holding the patch of skin in his mouth, cheeks hollowing and takes everything in Evan not to buck his hips when he feels himself twitch in his pants.

Evan’s voice is so husky he barely recognizes it himself when he strangles out, “Barty, you gotta let go.”

The skin pops out of his mouth with a wet smacking noise and Evan feels positively stupid as he watches Barty’s lips come down for one more gentle kiss like he just can’t help himself.

Barty sits back, still kind of looking at Evan like he wants to eat him, hands sliding off his wrists and Evan barely refrains from whimpering.

“Fuck, I hate you. You’re insane,” he pants, feeling where Barty is hard against his stomach, “Why was that hot?”

“Dunno,” Barty responds, eyes still glazed and staring down at Evan with something akin to awe. “Kinda wanna do that to your neck now.”

i have lost any concept of time and as mentioned been not too active so apologies if youve been tagged in one of these fairly recently lol <3 @stagpdf, @static-radio-ao3, @itsjaywalkers, @rottin6, @veryinnovative, @messrsage, @maliceofminds, @lemndrps, @214lilacsky, @regscupid, @xjustakay, @standardlovers and @kaleidoscopexsighs

[casteliacityramen]

|| Previously ||

|| Content Warning: Blood/Grievous Injury and Self Harm ||

"How much time ya got?" Ayumi's guttural voice exits from below the curtain.

The ramen stand has broken even after the last couple of customers. While additional sales after this point is a gain on profits, it's not like they're in a rush to get rid of ingredients.

"I'm calling the shots until Ray gets back. I say when," Rio absentmindedly yawns.

Ayumi takes a deep breath in response.

"I smelled the blood on him before he got to our door," Ayumi whispers, gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes tight.

"Turns out nobody thought to block the area off or anything. Just a bunch of half-made buildings that might as well have been made out of wet cardboard.

"She got it worse than I did." Ayumi slips her hand over the stump, grimacing.

"When she fell, Jack evolved on the spot in the stress of it all. She wouldn't be alive if he had to carry her as a stubby little oshawott."

"The docs saved what they could, but the rest was gone. Buried under rubble. When Alex was called to the center and saw her daughter, he flipped his shit. I get it."

Ayumi's face darkens, clenching her jaw so hard that her facial hair twitched.

"What I don't get is why he took it all out on my son. He cussed him out. He threatened him. He said it was his fault! All of it!"

Ayumi shot forward, her voice echoing like a cannon onto the street, startling anyone unfortunate enough to be within hearing distance.

"He didn't even get a chance to properly clean himself until he got home. I had to help him do it. He couldn't lift his arms or say anything, he just cried until he passed out," She growls, shaking her head as her breathing got deeper and faster at the memory.

"I wasn't having any of that."

"Our supervisors forced us on different shifts. Then, after a couple weeks, Alex and Aila moved to Nimbasa. I haven't talked to either of them since.

"So yeah, when I saw someone who looked like Aila for a split second, my brain got fried. I thought for a long time about what I'd say to Alex, but Aila? Shit. It's been four years and I just..."

Ayumi's tensed shoulders fell, confusion and sadness mixing into her anger.

"What the hell were you thinking? Why did your dad do that to my son? Do you blame my son, too?"

"Y'know how it goes? When some tauros shit goes down and your brain keeps comin' up with scenarios? All of that sat in my head for too long. It got mixed into noise. When I saw someone who reminded me of her, the noise got the loudest it's ever been."

Ayumi takes a deep breath of air, sighing as she continues.

"Jack hasn't talked about it to me. Even now. He's actin' tough, trying to make sure nothing bothers him. But I know it bothers him. I hear him cry some nights. He won't talk no matter how much my husband and I try."

"Just like when I lost my arm, Jack and Hal were freakin' out. Constantly asking me if I was okay and if I needed help. Worried out of their minds. But I kept telling them I was fine. I was okay. Nothin' bothers me. Even though a lot of what I'm going through bothers me."

"I keep doin' that 'nah I'm good' shit whenever I have a shit day and I know they see right through me. But I'm the only one getting any sort of stable income and if I let them know how much I'm strugglin', they'll feel guilty or..."

"They'll feel like a burden," Ayumi groans, placing her forehead in her hand.

"You saw how that Umbreon was when he left. I don't want to see my baby and my man like that, bendin' over backwards to do more than they should. Feeling awful because they know I left my clan for them."

Ayumi peers between her fingers at the tip jar sitting behind the stand.

"Or doin' something stupid like steal from someone else's honest work. I know Jack's still a kid, and kids do stupid shit, but I know he's still beatin' himself up over the whole damn thing."

"I mean, ya asked," Ayumi sheepishly rubs her fingers together, retreating into the shade in a tinge of embarrassment.

"I did," Rio mutters, carrying the likeness of someone who attempted to take a drink from the forceful end of a pressure washer. Regardless, she collects herself, sits straighter in her chair, and gives Ayumi a hardened look.

"I don't know anything about being a mom, but it sounds like you're putting everything into it. That's more than enough."

"What if it isn't?" Ayumi whispers, her voice trembling.

"It will be."

Ayumi softly laughs at Rio's absolution. She's repeated those words to herself countless times, but hearing them from someone else was rekindling her slipping resolve.

Feeling a small weight fall from her shoulders, she slowly forms an idea.

"... Can ya do me a favor?"

For the first time since Ayumi started, the two ease up in their seats, using whatever time they had to finally relax. The sounds of Castelia City filled the silence in between.

"Y'know what?" Ayumi shattered the silence in a sudden (and loud) realization, much to Rio's chagrin.

"I was too focused on noodles and making you listen to my sob story that I forgot to ask you for your name," Ayumi laughs. Rio pauses, coming to the same realization before she also laughs and reaches out with her paw.

Referenced Posts: Ayumi mistaking @asktoastythearcanine 's Allen for someone else Graymont Design BuildJack Stealing the Tip JarRio's question to Ayumi

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[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober day 13

Pet play

MINORS DNI

warnings: top dom amab gn reader, sub bottom trans man Idia, pet play

"Ugh I look so stupid," you hear Idia grumble from within the bathroom.

"I'm sure you don't," you call, shifting from where you're sat on the bed. You'd suggested trying something new in the bedroom, and Idia had been excited in the beginning, but now that you're actually here, he's a lot more hesitant. "Why don't you come out, and let me see you?"

"Noooo," he whines, "you're totally gonna laugh at me."

"I promise I won't," you try. To your delight, and minor surprise, the door opens. Idia stands before you, a pair of cat ears clipped to his head, the collar you bought him clasped around his neck, one of your tshirts draped across his body, and a blue cat tail peaking out from under it. His hair is tinged pink, matching his blushing face. He looks adorable.

"Aww," you coo, "you look cute!" Idia gives you an unconvinced look. "I'm serious!" you pat your lap, "c'mere, let me get a better look at you, kitty."

Despite himself, Idia joins you on the bed, awkwardly making himself comfortable on your legs.

You run your hands along his thighs, taking in the view before you. "I think you look super cute," you tell him, kissing his lips. Idia lets out a soft noise, clutching the front of your shirt to keep you close.

"My pretty, cute kitty," you hum as you pull away. Idia groans, covering his blushing face with his hands. "What's the matter? Too cringe?" you huff, squeezing his thighs.

"Yeah," he huffs, "it's ultra cringe," he pauses for a long moment, his flush deepening, "but it makes me really wet," he whispers.

You moan, sneaking a hand under his shirt to find that he's not wearing any underwear. Sliding your finger between his folds you find that his cunt is ridiculously slick. Idia lets out a shuddered breath, rocking his hips against your finger.

"Fuck, babe," you slide a finger into his eager hole, "kitten, I wanna fuck you so bad," Idia buries his face into your shoulder, his hands once again clinging to your shirt.

"Please," he whines.

"Please, what?" you tease, pressing another finger inside of him.

"Please, master," he squeaks. You pull your fingers from him, giving his clit a quick rub before taking your hand out from under his shirt.

"Make yourself comfortable on the bed, kitty," Idia does as he's told, scrambling off your lap, and onto the bed. He lays on his stomach, holding onto a pillow for support, while propping his ass up so you can see the tail plug stretching his asshole.

You make quick work of stripping yourself and grabbing the lube and a condom; then join him on the bed, settling yourself between his spread legs. You run a hand over his ass, squeezing one of his cheeks with an appreciative hum.

"So cute," Idia whines at your words, letting out a gasping moan when you spank him once. Your touch leaves him for just a moment so you can lube up your fingers before returning them to his cunt, pressing into him, stretching him open for your cock.

It doesn't take you long, with him so eager and needy for you, and soon you've got three fingers stretching and fucking him open. Idia flexes and clenches around you, whining. You feel hot and hard, pre leaking from your tip already, just looking at him.

"I'm ready," he groans, "please— master— I'm ready," so with a kiss to his back you slide your fingers out of his hole.

Quickly lubing up your cock and sliding on a condom, you line yourself up with him. Idia lets out a slow breath as you press into him, doing his best to relax.

Leaning over his body you kiss his shoulder, "you feel so good around me, kitty," you murmur softly. Idia squeezes around you, his fingers clutching the bed sheets,

"Thank you," he whispers, squeezing around you tight as you inch further and further into him.

It's not long before your hips press flush against Idia's, his fake tail rubbing against the front of your body. You tug it gently, and Idia moans loudly, knocking his head forward into the pillow, and arching his back.

"Fuck, baby," you groan, unable to stop your hips from jerking into his cunt.

"Please, master, please move," he whimpers, slightly muffled from his face being pressed into the pillow.

With his permission, you set a nice pace, marveling in the way that he keens and groans under you. You litter his upper back and shoulders with kisses as you fuck into him. Idia flutters around you, like his cunt wants to suck you back in every time you pull your hips back.

All is well until you hear a hushed "wait, wait." You pause immediately,

"Everything okay?" you ask, concern heavy in your tone. Idia nods,

"Yeah just," he brings a hand up to tug at the collar, "I want this off, it's making me freak out," he eventually confesses. You let out a relieved sigh, and help him take off the collar, kissing his neck once it's off.

"Better?" you ask, slowly thrusting your hips back into him. Idia snickers, which turns into a moan,

"Yeah, yes," he moans, "harder?"

"What do you say kitty?" you tease, readjusting your hips, and hitting him at a different angle.

"Please, please, please—oh," you cut off his begging by sharply thrusting your hips into him. Idia practically melts with a sob of pleasure as you fuck him hard and fast.

"Good boy, feel so fucking good," you groan, feeling your orgasm steadily approaching. Idia gurgles something similar to your name, his cunt spasaming around your cock.

"Gonna— wanna cum, master, please hah, can I?" you moan, reaching a hand around to play with his clit,

"Cum for me baby, fuck," and with a couple more thrusts of your hips you pull him over the edge. Idia moans your name, gushing around you as he cums. You follow soon after, filling the condom and fucking him through your orgasm.

Idia lets himself fall face first into the bed once he's finished. You have just enough strength to pull out and toss the condom, before you flop down on the bed next to him.

"Thanks for not laughing," Idia whispers, turning so he can cuddle into your body.

"Are you kidding? That was so hot, we're definitely doing that again," you kiss him gently, "if you want to, of course," you add.

Idia gives you a shy smile, "um, yeah, I want to," he agrees. You reach up to scratch behind his fake cat ears and he giggles, burying his face in your chest.

[viburnt]

hello!! I'd like to request "I just need a chance!" with pro-hero! katsuki who's kind of a dick to his secretary who has had for a few years, he's always rude, loud, and brash because well...he's katsuki but he's waaay worse with her because he's trying to mask his feelings for her and she gets fed up with her attitude and tries quitting angst with a happy ending please and thank you 💝

I got carried away with this one a little and it turned longer than expected, I had so much fun! I hope you enjoy it, Anon!

-Viburnt

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 || 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

—The hell you mean you are quitting?— Bakugo asked as your shaky hands held the resignation form, your body stiff like a deer facing a wolf.

You had been his secretary for almost a full year, and even though you'd lasted more than your predecessor, the way your boss treated you had finally gotten under your skin.

"It's fairly common for Dynamight to be strict with his employees," you were told before adventuring to the agency for the first time; you weren't warned whatsoever about how caustic the blond could get with his belittling comments and snarky remarks—especially when he was targeting them at you.

—I- I just got a better offer, sir.— The man heard you utter, leaving his desk to walk up to you. He took the paper sheet from your hands to read it, quickly deciding to discard it into the shredder.

He looked at you up and down, making you feel small.

Why did he always have to make you feel like that lately?

—And who is precisely trying to steal my assistant?— His husky voice asked, sending shivers down your spine. You averted your eyes from him to avoid giving away you were lying, still not having the guts to tell him it was his fault you were leaving your job.

—It's a small company, they are starting to grow.— Your voice meekly answered, praying that he wouldn't tell you were making up an excuse.

Perhaps you should've lied a little better than that.

—Isn't the money I pay you enough?— He asked, lifting your chin with his calloused fingers. You hated how even when you despised him during work hours, your heart would skip a beat whenever he talked like that.

"This cute bastard!" You thought, fighting back the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

—You are terrible at pretending, you know?— He sardonically whispered in your ear. —If you want to go, give me the real reason. I'm not letting you go until then, nerd. —You heard him taunt, and just like a switch, all the anger that had cramped inside you burst.

Your face contorted into a frown that Bakugo could only describe as cute, clenching your fists with intensity. "Feisty," he thought as you looked at him with vexation.

—Fine! You are always scolding me in front of other people like I'm some sort of idiot! A-and you keep treating me like a fucking baby! I know how to use a damn printer-

Bakugo heard your little rant begin, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned on his desk. "Have I pushed her around too much?" He wondered, noticing your distress. If he was honest with himself, he didn't mean to be so harsh on you; he just wanted that stupid fuzzy feeling you gave him to disappear.

With a flustered face, he decided to say one particular phrase you'd never imagine to hear, interrupting your fit of office rage.

—I'm sorry if I've been too hard on you.— He apologized, letting go of your face. —It's just- your stupid face always makes me say lame stuff and all.—

Your eye twitched in annoyance.

—Huh? My stupid face? What the- You were about to snap, interrupted by Bakugo's stern voice.

—What I'm trying to say is that I like you, you dumb ass dork. I've been trying hard to get rid of this shitty corny feeling for months now!— He yelled, not caring if the entire office heard him (not like they could say a word about it). —If you want to quit, fine, do so. I've been a bastard with you for months.

Your mouth dropped in shock, eyes wide at the confession. "Did he really just say he...likes me?" You thought your heart beat grew faster. It was known that when little boys liked someone they sometimes mistreat their crush, but this was on another level.

Inhaling sharply, you landed a slap on the blond's face, small frustration tears rolling down your cheeks. He didn't bother retaliating, acknowledging how deserved that was.

— You made me feel incompetent for months, because you liked me?— You exposed. Bakugo felt shame for his actions, recognizing—lately—that they were not the best course of action.

— If I can somehow convince you to stay after the fucking mess I made, say so. I just need a chance!— He promised, sternly. —But if you want to go...

—Dinner.

—What?— The blond said in surprise, watching you trying to calm down. —Dinner. If you want to convince me, take me to dinner.— You said, giving him hope. —And I'm expecting a fancy place; I didn't endure your shit to be eating fast food.

Katsuki's face turned from astonishment to confidence, his signature cocky smile greeting you. You walked up to him with an embarrassed face and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek.

—Pull another stunt like that and you are really going to need a new assistant.— You warned, feeling his hands carefully finding their way to your waist. —Got it... —He muttered, leaning in to give you a real kiss.

[urban-trek-thru-middle-earth]

Fic Snippet - Oct 14

The door to the house flew in, violently, as if someone was trying to rip it away, and Solwen stormed out, looking as if she would murder the first person who got in her way.

"Uh oh," Lord Mordulf said. "This doesn't look good."

It absolutely didn't, no...

Solwen stomped down the steps, heading for Erland's group. "He already knew," she shouted at them as she drew near.

"Who already knew what?" Ellie asked.

"My devious arsehole of a father," Solly spat. Her fists were clenched, and her face was flushed with rage—she was ready to strangle someone with her bare hands. "He already knew I was dating the King, and the Brendal thing was a lie. He's spent the last two weeks with his folding chair and popcorn out, watching us tie ourselves in knots trying to keep the truth to ourselves."

"Is that bad?" Lord Mordulf asked.

"It's not the knowing bit that's bad," Solwen snapped. "It's the stupid fucking tricks he's been pulling on us. Like when Eomer came to our house last Saturday, and my dad made me bring them some tea. He knew we were dating, and trying to hide the fact we were dating, and he set us up." Screaming in rage, she kicked one of the folding chairs—it sailed ten feet to land on top of the fence around the vegetable patch.

The door to the house swung in again, the King stepped out to hurry across the lawn.

"Well?" Solwen demanded as Eomer drew near. "What else did the lying cunt say?"

"Not much more. He just added some extra details to the parts he'd already shared."

"You can have him killed, right? Ask Fastmer to shoot him, or waterboard him to death in the lake?"

"Don't tempt me."

"Okay, sorry, can you explain from the beginning, please?" Ellie asked. "I got the basics, but I'm a little confused. What happened after we left?"

Solwen sucked in a slow breath, trying to force herself to stay calm. "After you left, my dad had some questions about our relationship," she said, maybe not calm, but definitely less angry now. "Which we answered as well as we could."

"That doesn't sound too devious," Elfhelm said.

"Yes, but then he admitted, he had a secret as well. That he'd actually figured out we were dating. And had decided, in his infinitely glorious wisdom, not to confront me about it."

It wasn't hard to understand why, after the fallout their dad's last confrontation had caused. "Because he thought it would be better to wait for you to tell him in your own time," Erland guessed.

"Or for us to fuck up so badly in front of him, we would have to come clean."

"And he's known for how long?"

"Two weeks," the King revealed. "Since the Midsummer party."

"So, everything we've all said to him since that night, every conversation we've had where the subject of you and Brendal has come up, dad knew that was a lie?" Erland asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, dear," Lord Mordulf said.

'Oh, dear' didn't quite cut it; and now Erland wanted to strangle someone as well. "How in the Great Hunter's name did he figure it out?"

"I don't know," the King said. "We haven't gotten to that part yet."

Another figure emerged from the house—the two-faced arsehole in the flesh, no doubt coming to gloat about his 'victory'.

"You," Erland shouted as their dad sauntered across the lawn, pointing an accusatory finger, "are a devious, lying, two-faced fuck."

Their dad snorted. "I'm in bloody good company if I am."

"I never set you up the way you set me up with that tea," Solly snapped, shoving their dad so hard he grunted and fell a step back. "You deliberately put me in a situation you knew would catch me off guard."

"If you want to punch him properly, I'll hold him down," the King offered.

"Okay, but don't you want to punch him as well?"

Their dad raised protective hands. "In my defence, I didn't do that just for shits and giggles. It was my way of verifying my suspicions. I was ninety-nine percent sure I was right. When Solly brought that tray in last week, the way the two of you reacted made me absolutely sure."

"Were we that obvious?" the King asked.

"You were, sir, yes. The moment Solly stepped through the door, the truth was written all over your face."

"Still a dick move," Erland said. "You could have found another way to confirm without being cruel."

His dad grinned. "But where would have been the fun in that?"

[laughingsapphic-creates]

Inukag week, Day 2: Possession

Didn't quite make midnight on this one, but I had work. Hopefully I make tomorrow 😅

@inukag-week

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In My Head

"Kagura, let Kagome go! I'm your opponent right now!"

It had just seemed like a regular run-of-the-mill jewel hunt. Local demon, relatively harmless, suddenly goes haywire? Sounded like a sacred jewel shard causing problems, same as usual. And it has been a pretty standard fight, until Kagura showed up. Kagome had chased her down with sacred arrows while Inuyasha helped beat down the demon - a burrower, easily handled with reference to their fight with Kageromaru a while back - and followed once it was weak enough for Sango and Miroku to handle.

So yeah, standard fare. Until Kagura had grabbed Kagome and hauled her up onto her feather.

"Better hurry along, Inuyasha!" Kagura crowed, turning Kagome's face in her hand from her perch above the trees. "Naraku has such plans for your pretty little priestess."

"You give her back now!" He demanded, disliking how desperate he sounded.

"Inuyasha!"

Trying to avoid Kagura's notice, Kagome tossed something off the feather, and Inuyasha snatched it from the air as he leapt after them. The cool glass and faint rattle of its contents told him what he needed to know without taking his eyes off of the rapidly shrinking transport.

Inuyasha did his best to take chase, but as the feather rose into the sky, and the wind whipped their scent trail into nothing, Inuyasha slowed, trying to keep sight of the speck he thought was them until they vanished into the clouds.

He kept running in the direction they had disappeared in, a shout of frustration clawing its way from his throat.

"Inuyasha!"

Skidding to a halt, he turned to watch as Kilala landed on his left, with Sango, Shippo, and Miroku in tow.

"It was a trap. Kagura grabbed Kagome and flew off with her," he growled. "She used the cloud cover to hide before she could get too far, and I can't pick up their scent anymore."

"Great. Just perfect," Sango sighed fingers tightening in Kilala's fur. Miroku held up a tainted shards, frowning at it.

"We got the shard that Naraku planted on that demon, but lost Kagome in exchange. It was a distraction, but a costly one for him. He probably thinks he'll take it back easily when we go to rescue Kagome."

"But if Naraku wants the shard back," Shippo considered, "why did he make it so hard for Inuyasha to follow Kagura?"

Inuyasha looked down at the vial in his hand, gritting his teeth with another growl as his fingers clenched around the glass. With barely a thought, he lifted the little bottle to his mouth, pulling the cork out with his teeth and dumping their one remaining shard into his hand.

"Inuyasha! What do you think you're doing!?"

The half demon looked at Sango, the crystal point pinched between two claws.

"I've had what we'll call a scientific theory for a while, and now seems as good a time as any to test it," he stated, looking at the shard as he spoke. "Naraku can communicate with and control demons and humans through shards he's corrupted, right? Is it that wild to think that maybe Kagome could do the same for shards that she's purified?"

"Yes! That is wild! And crazy, and stupid!" Shippo decided, jumping to Miroku's shoulder to try and draw Inuyasha's attention more easily.

"And what do you suggest? Kagura's wind blew out any scent trail they might have left, and she got away fast enough that she was out of sight before you three even spotted me. She could've changed directions once they were out of sight, so we'd end up running even further away before we figure out where they've gone!"

"You shouldn't rely on the jewel's power like that. We've seen what it can do to other demons, you can't be so cavalier about this," Miroku insisted, clearly agreeing with Shippo.

"Would ya just listen? I ain't interested in the power right now! Kagome's spiritual power purified the jewel. Don't get me wrong, I know what it's still capable of. But if Kagome's spiritual power is in this shard, it could connect me to her so I can track her." Pulling the collar of his robe down, Inuyasha used a claw to cut slightly into the skin there. "Look, worst case scenario, it won't work and I'll take it right back out, I promise."

Sango paused, watching blood bead at the cut beneath Inuyasha's throat. He could see her considering as she met his eyes - it was definitely a risk, they both knew that. But if it worked, it might be a way that they could save Kohaku the next chance they got.

Another beat passed, and she placed a hand on Miroku's free shoulder.

"We'll try it, just for a minute or two. We don't know if Kagome is able to connect through the shards the way Naraku is, but if she can, it should only take a moment to establish a connection."

Inuyasha nodded, hesitating for only a moment before pressing the jewel shard into his open wound.

Immediately, he felt the low-level aches and scrapes from his altercation with Kagura and the other demon fade - skin knit back together, pains eased, and Inuyasha felt the skin beneath his throat close up around the jagged edges of the shard. Power coursed through him, and he could immediately understand why other demons got addicted to this. He could sense the darkness trying to take hold, but more than that, he felt the warmth and light that he'd come to associate with Kagome's reiki.

Clawed fingers still resting on the jewel at his collar, he reached out in his head, looking for the parts that felt the most like her.

Kagome? Come on, talk to me. Can you hear me?

There was a beat of silence, and he could feel the others looking at him.

"Alright, Inuyasha, I think it's time-"

Something reached back.

He shushed Miroku, trying to focus.

Kagome?

I-Inuyasha?

"I've got her," he announced

Kagome! Are you okay?

I'm fine, we're still flying. What are you doing in my head?

I used the jewel shard to connect with you. Listen, can you see any landmarks we can use to find you?

The jewel-? Inuyasha! That's not why I threw it to you and you know it!

Explanation later. I'll take it out after we find you, just tell me where you are!

An image flashed in his mind: the mountains to their right, already much closer but still distant, and with a dark, unnatural shadow on what should've been the sunny face. And if he really focused, he could feel a tug on his chest, pulling him towards the mountain.

You hang in there, Kagome. We'll be there soon.

Smirking softly to himself, Inuyasha looked up at the mountain peak Kagome had shown him.

"There! That mountain! They're getting close to Naraku's castle!"

Kilala transformed and they mounted up, taking to the skies.

Inuyasha scanned the clouds for any glimpse of Kagura's feather, but found himself distracted by the lightness in his head. Kagome's presence was somehow a one-to-one mix of mental fog and perfect clarity. He couldn't hear the thoughts she wasn't intentionally thinking at him, but he got some impressions - indignation and righteous fury (he wondered if what kagara had said to trigger that), but also a confidence that was almost smug. She was hundreds of feet in the air, with Kagura, on her way to Naraku's castle, and he could barely feel any fear from her. It was an afterthought, barely worthy of note.

He didn't know what being possessed by Naraku through a jewel shard felt like first hand, but according to Sango and Kagome, it was a dark, cloying sort of thing. Like your head was filled with miasma and rot and decay that made you willing to do anything for relief. Inuyasha yasha had quietly likened it to his faint memories of being a full demon when the Tessaiga broke for the first time. That constant stream of RIP/TEAR/ENDURE/SURVIVE/KILL that occasionally reared its head in his nightmares didn't sound too similar to their experiences, but it was the closest comparison he had.

Having Kagome in his head, meanwhile, felt like the polar opposite of that wild, cornered animal that he had become in demon form. Comfort instead of desperation, compassion instead of cruelty. It was hard to say if it was the spiritual power or just Kagome herself, but either way, it was probably the closest to enlightenment that Inuyasha would ever get.

This feels weird, right? Kagome asked, her voice light and sweet against his consciousness. Not bad, but definitely weird.

You're telling me, he agreed, wondering what sort of impressions she might've gotten from him, if any.

As if hearing the question out loud, her voice came again.

You need to relax. I can feel you stressing from here.

You're one to talk! Where the hell is your sense of self-preservation?! In case you missed it, you're being kidnapped and brought to Naraku!

You and the others aren't far behind, right? What's there to worry about?

That impression of confidence he felt before strengthened, pushing out that negligible sense of fear. He wasn't sure if she could feel the pride/wonder/satisfaction that he felt in response. He knew, after so much time together, that Kagome trusted him. That she believed he would and could come and clutch when she needed him. It was different, though, to feel it in his own head with the same surety as the phases of the moon or the cycle of seasons. Sun shines, grass grows, birds fly, and he and Kagome protect each other.

You're closing in on us; I can sense the jewel now, not just you. How do you want to do this?

"We're getting close," Inuyasha announced. "Stay low and stay quiet."

Is Kagura holding on to you?

No, I'm sitting behind her now. But she keeps glaring over her shoulder at me

They were getting quite close to the shadow in the mountainside, and Inuyasha could now make out the silhouette of the castle.

Inuyasha paused, refocusing on the clouds. As soon as the cloud cover passed for just a moment, his eyes were drawn right to Kagome's figure on the back end of the feather, a good ways above and a bit ahead of them.

"Sango," he hummed, voice soft but laced with a venomous determination. He nodded up at the shape floating overhead. "As soon as Kagome drops down, be ready to knock that witch out of the sky. I'll give Kagome some extra hang time, but try and catch us before we get too cozy with the ground, got it?"

Sango nodded, adjusting her weapon and letting Miroku and Shippo lean out of the way. Inuyasha brought his feet up, crouching on Kirara's hindquarters. Giving everyone a glance over, Inuyasha looked back up at the feather, catching Kagome looking at him.

As soon as she looks away from you again, fall back off the feather.

There was nearly a breath of hesitation before he felt the confirmation/understanding/trust in response, and he didn't even have time to enjoy the rush of warmth he felt in response before her voice in his head muttered here goes nothing.

He saw Kagura shift, and right on cue, Kagome quietly leaned back and slipped right off the tip of the feather.

Inuyasha leapt lightly from Kilala's back, angling himself to his descent aligned with Kagome's. He heard the indignant shriek Kagura gave as she was struck, and felt Kagome's disappointment that she hadn't seen it mirror his own.

When his arms came up around her, he was caught off guard again when she let off a wave of safety/security/affection/knewyou'dbehere while smiling up at him

"Hey you," she greeted, breathless and almost laughing.

"Hey yourself," he shot back, ignoring the fact that he was definitely red in the face and there was no way she'd missed it. He looked around for Kilala, who circled around to catch them once Sango had caught her hiraikotsu. Landing easily at the base of her tails, Inuyasha helped Kagome to sit before doing so himself.

"So, do we stay or do we go?" Sango asked, looking back at them while pulling the strap of her weapon over her shoulder. "I'm guessing we only have a few minutes before the saimyosho or another incarnation shows up. Do we go to them or let them come to us?

"Put me down for a tactical retreat. We spent all morning tracking that demon and didn't even have breakfast," Shippo whined, crawling down Miroku's back and into Kagome's lap. "This is probably just another fakey illusion castle with another fakey puppet Naraku. And if it's not, it'll still be there after we eat and rest."

"Regardless of whether it's real or not, we should take a step back and come up with a plan. Kagura wanted me at the castle, and said Naraku had plans for me. Even if it's just a puppet, no plan of his means anything good for us," Kagome pointed out. Looking back at Inuyasha, she offered a smile, pushing out reminders for food/rest/comfort toward him. Ears flattening, he sighed, crossing his arms.

"The edge of the forest. Away from any villages. If we're gonna get attacked, last thing we need is a bunch of humans caught in the crossfire."

Kagome's smile softened, and she leaned back against him. An hour or two to rest, and maybe play with this connection a little more before diving back into danger.

~~~~~~

Shippo, stop kicking the fourth wall, you're gonna break it.

If I wanted to get this posted tonight, I had to cut it off here. But Kagome being able to connect with people through purified jewel shards the way Naraku does tainted ones is something I've idly played with before, and I might touch on it again just for funsies.

[friend-of-giants]

Wednesday Wrensday

Tagged by @elfinismsarts to share some of a WIP! So have a future scene that I'm still working on.

Tagging @mareenavee @changelingsandothernonsense @boethiahspillowbook and you know what, anyone else who wants to join!

“Tel…”

The slight whisper of his name shook him to the core, echoing inside his skull as if it had been shouted into his ears.  He hadn’t expected her to speak so soon.  The paralysis elixir had only just begun to wear off, and he thought she would drift off to sleep.  It’s what he would be doing if he were in her situation, but Wren, he had learned, was too tenacious for her own good. 

Teldryn stepped closer to the bedside where she lay and forced himself to look at her, to get a good, hard look at what had happened to her.  What that damned Khajiit had done, no, what he had done to her.  Guilt and icewater flooded his veins, and he froze in place.  

This is entirely your fault, she would never have ran off and gotten herself into this fucking mess if it weren’t for you! 

His gaze traveled to the bandages wrapped around her leg and shoulder, to the faintest hint of blood beginning to dampen them.  Her skin was a pale, pallid gray with no indication of life beneath its surface, her once lively bluish glow completely absent.  The only sign of life he could see, besides the shallow rise and fall of her chest, were those eyes which burned like two red-hot hot coals in the ashes of a dying fire.  

“Do you need anything?  Are you hurt?”  Teldryn clenched his teeth and silently scolded himself.  Of course she was hurt, what a stupid thing to ask!  “I can ease your pain if you need me to, just… just tell me, alright?”

Wren slowly shifted her attention from the ceiling above her to him, or at least in his direction.  There was no focus in her eyes, and he wondered if she could see him at all.  

“You’re here.”

This was no time for amusement, and Gods know he tried his hardest to stop himself, but Teldryn began to laugh.  Through his laughter he could hear a faint murmuring through the walls from Maramal and Briehl, and the soft splashing of water while they cleaned themselves up.  His laughter, he supposed, was that of relief. 

“I’m sorry,” he choked, then sat gingerly at the edge of the bed and wrapped his fingers around hers.  Should he be touching her at all?  The lack of anger in her eyes told him she wasn’t about to fight it.  “I’m sorry, Wren, just… Gods, I’m happy to see you.  Alive.”

“You’re here,” she repeated.  Her mouth hardly moved and her voice was a mere shadow of what it could be, a dry and wilted whisper.  “Why?”

The single, small word struck him like a punch to the gut.  Why.  Teldryn couldn't even come up with a proper response.  He was simply here.  There wasn't a damned thing in Tamriel that he'd rather be doing, nothing so important that he would consider leaving her side for even a moment.  He had promised to keep Wren safe, he had prayed to Azura to watch over her, and yet here she was, broken and bloodied after having fled from him, and he hadn't been able to stop it. 

"I just am," he said after some time, then gave her hand a small, assuring squeeze.  Her fingers just barely tensed in his grip, just enough for him to feel.  "You're my responsibility, you know."

Wren stared back at him for quite some time, her eyes, glistening with tears, now locked on him as she found the strength to focus and to speak.  "You're wasting your time on me."

"I've got all the time in the world, outlander.  None of it is wasted."  

Her lips twitched as if she might have been trying to smile, but she said nothing.  She didn't need to. 

Teldryn rubbed his thumb across her palm and smiled.  "You ought to get some rest, we can talk more later.  I'll be here when you wake up."

And I always will be.

[musesofthesun]

BLINDSIDED from the Glimpses of the Past prompt, for Yui.

glimpses of the past. = accepting. / send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did. optional vibes music = ♪

♪ haru's leaving. yui remembers very specifically how she'd broken the news. gentle as haru always is, she's a very straightforward person. we won't be able to see each other for a bit. for how long? um... see, my parents want to move to... america.

the thought felt like a kick in the gut then, and it feels like a knife through her ribs now. but why now? she's in the middle of a clearing, trying to internally kick herself into going further up the mountain. yui digs her fingers into the dirt and grits her teeth. she tries to push herself off the ground; if she's a stupid ghost, why is it so hard?

why is everything so hard? why is everything so hard? haru left me. she... hasn't left yet. i saw her.

yui rises to her feet, brushing off her skirt. her brain feels foggy. she has to keep going... why do i have to go there again? i don't... remember... yui scratches the back of her head. where am i going? where is haru going? haru... she's going to be gone. and i'm already dead. what am i supposed to do?

a feeling of defeat hits her in the knees. she sits down, staring at the dirt. noise wafts through the trees from further down the mountain. was that... metal? it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter... nothing matters anymore...

it's harder to think. something wells up in yui's chest. she wants to cry. nothing matters anymore. everything she loves has gone or is going away. maybe it's better that she's dead... why doesn't it hurt less? shouldn't it hurt less if she's dead? being a stupid ghost doesn't change anything. you're an idiot, yui. you're the reason haru has to leave. but what if she didn't have to leave? what if i could... stay with her forever. what if she could stay with me forever? if being a ghost doesn't change anything... maybe she would want to - it's a horrible train of thought, but she(?) can't help it. she's so lonely. SHE'S SO LONELY!

someone's called out her name. yui looks up slightly, enough to see the feet and legs. haru. it's haru. haru is here. haru said something. words dribble out of yui's mouth like blood. "haru... you looked for me...""yui!" "i was so lonely...""i was too, yui!"

"haru... haru, haru... haru, haru, i'm so LONELY, haru!" the bleeding is quicker now, more frantic. "haru, please, please, i'm so LONELY..."

soft footsteps on dirt. yui's head lifts a little, wide red eye peering through her bangs. haru's walking away. HARU'S LEAVING ME. yui's hand clenches into a fist, tugging up grass. betrayal rises in her chest. how could she? haru's leaving. yui remembers very specifically how she'd broken the news. gentle as haru always is, she's a very straightforward person. haru's leaving. yui remembers very specifically how she'd broken the news. haru's leaving. yui remembers very specifically haru's leaving. yui remembers haru's leaving yui

"you said we'd always be friends! we'd always be together, right?" the feeling in her chest reaches a boiling point. haru's leaving. anger seeps out in yui's words. hurt laces her desperate, frantic pleas. "we promised, right?"

♪ something pulls at her head, leg, and arm. she lets it twist and corrode her. i'll keep you with me, haru, no matter what. she won't have to leave! yui screeches, a bloodcurdling noise. ( something else is pulling her not-body around, but she can't bring herself to care. ) "ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS!"

haru, to her credit, did not scream. yui is yanked this way and that, blurry vision keeping focus on that blue bow at all times. something drags her arm up, causing the ground to detonate. it's uncomfortable. again. again. again. yui struggles. haru doesn't have to leave if she comes with me. yui pauses. something causes her to move right next to haru. her head splits and she tries to bite down on the blue bow. spectral teeth meet thin air. anger bubbles inside her sternum. she's dragged away. more fireworks from the ground, trying to turn the blue bow red. again. again.

something's wrong. yui struggles. she inhales, forcing herself to stop; she feels the icky tendrils and anger coil inside her. she can feel her hair again. she tugs at her hair, barely able to keep herself in place. the soil crunches under footsteps. a gentle touch. a gentle voice.

yui screams. she screams about how haru said they'd always be friends. it's not what she wants to scream about. the anger bubbles and boils and explodes; the icky feeling wraps around her, protruding from her two limbs and head. she's yanked this way and that. the fireworks explode in a blaze of black and red.

her throat feels tight. the blue bow moves to and fro frantically. yui's mismatched, giant eyes lock onto it. she's placed right next to it. she bites. nothing is absorbed into her split maw. she's upset. why won't she make this easy? i just want to be with her forever! why won't haru listen? yui screeches, pounding her arm on the ground. more fireworks manifest and circle outward. the blue bow moves. a narrow miss. another narrow miss. haru can't keep this up forever, can she?

something's wrong. yui doesn't like this. she struggles. another attempt to bite; another set of explosions. they all miss the blue bow! every single one of them! wrath floods yui's form. she trembles in place, then is set in front of the blue bow. spectral fangs nip at air inches away from the blue bow. SHE ISN'T DYING! SHE KEEPS FIGHTING!

yui doesn't like this. she struggles again, punching herself in the gut. she takes a deep breath, all of the bad feelings and things receding inside her as if she can inhale them. they struggle to get out. once again, footsteps on soil and a gentle voice. yui tries to reply but a wail rips itself out from her throat instead. i'm so lonely... come to me...

she can't keep the bad feelings in. they explode out again, snaking around her and twisting her. she's forcefully dragged close to haru, but her bite this time is frantic and snappish at anything in the area. she doesn't want to do this! i want her to stay forever! i don't want to hurt her!

yui pulls away from where something wants her to go, lingering on the outskirts of the clearing. it grabs her arm, creating more fireworks. haru is dodging them. haru is weaving this way and that, a tight grip on her flashlight. something pulls her strings, and she's back in the center of the area. more explosions. more attempts to take her best friend's head off. yui struggles. something forces her to keep attacking. haru dodges.

I HATE HER!

yui startles. that isn't... that isn't her head. she's upset, she's hurt, she's angry, but she could never hate haru. yui thrashes. yui stops in place and tears at her head. she metaphorically grabs every single bad thing and shoves it inside of her. the ichor recedes. she internally beats it up, and it fights back. she can feel her hair again. she tugs it, she grits her teeth, she falls to her knees and starts to claw the ground. she hisses.

hesitant footsteps on soil. a gentle voice again. a gentle touch.

"haru, haru, haru!" she cries in agony; she fights to speak. yui breathlessly gasps for air. "haru, i... haru..."

a deep, breathless inhale. her fists are shaking. she has to go to the mountain. she has to fight this thing by herself. it's all her fault. even if she gets killed again... it's the least she can do to try.

"haru, please take care of chaco..." she quietly pleads, pain still entwined in her voice. please take care of my dog. please go home. please stop chasing after me. you're gonna get even more hurt. let me get beat up in your place... "goodbye."

[vel0city]

◎ Do you ever regret being a hero?

    The guilt builds up inside of her, bubbling like boiling tar pits, feeling like the acid in her belly were going to eat through her stomach lining-- she felt the way her muscles tensed, her jaw clenching and grinding her molars-- the way she could distinctly feel each and every strand of fur raise on her body... Suddenly she was viscerally aware of her body, her meat sack that she was. The body that held her wayward spirit--trapped inside this shell that everybody had an opinion about--

    The blue blur shakes her head, trying to be cool about it, trying to make it look like she's just getting her bangs out of her face, but her carefully crafted mask was cracking a bit. Why was she having such a hard time keeping this together? Come on, girl, you're embarrassing yourself here! You're supposed to be cool and collected, what're people gonna think when they see you being so afraid? How are people supposed to have hope if you're so...

    Scared?

    Tears were burning, threatening to roll down her cheeks-- NO NO NO, don't start CRYING, don't do that HERE-- What if somebody SEES?! Then they'll be WORRIED, and then they'll have to look AFTER YOU, Vel! Everybody's got problems and yours are SO LITTLE! What have you got to complain about!? Oh it's SOOO HAAARD being a HERO, being BELOVED BY EVERYBODY. Come on, Vel, snap out of this stupid fit, you need to get your head in the game! Your fans are counting on you!

    Velocity could feel her heart rate quickening, feel like her blood was turning into acid, feel like everything was both too loud, and too quiet... not quiet, DISTANT. Her vision, her hearing, it felt completely separate from her, and her world was starting to spin. She crushed her ears to her head with her palms, eyes shutting tight as her knees hit the ground. Vel's breathing was suddenly very shallow and quick, and her chest burned from the inside out. Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, everyone's going to see--

    "Yes, OKAY!? I hate it, is-- there I SAID it, is that what you WANTED? I hate it-- I hate how everything is my fault, whether I do everything right, there's always-- always something else and if I don't fix it, it doesn't get FIXED! Eggman locked me in solitary confinement on his stupid death egg FOR MONTHS, and the second I get out of there, everybody's like 'OH WOW VEL'S OKAY, NOW WE CAN FIGHT BACK AND SAVE THE WORLD, OUR HOPE IS ALIVE!'" She spits out, grabbing at her own throat, shocked by how ugly her voice sounded, how angry and hateful... the bitterness was cringe-inducing. She felt her body wrack with anxiety, but the adrenaline was also... giving her waves of relief, too. Like the rush of endorphins after moving a pulled muscle OUT of its pained position.

    "I'm not-- I'm not even a PERSON to any of these people! They didn't wanna save me, they wanted to save themselves, and-- and they just needed their SYMBOL back-- They didn't want ME! They never wanted me! I didn't ask to be anybody's HOPE, I just-- I stepped up because nobody else did! That's all it's ever been! I step up, 'cause I care, and how do I get repaid???"

    "Ooooh, Vel, were you reaaaaaaaaaally tortured for six months on the Death Egg? You look fine to me! Oooooh, Vel, nobody can tell you're a girl you need to diversify your look! Ooooooh, Vel, being a girl is more than just having long eyelashes and a flashy hairstyle! Oooh, Vel, you hang out with so many guys, are you ashamed of bein' a girl? OoOooh, Vel, are you always hanging out with the boys because you can't get a boyfriend?" OooooOOooh, Vel, YOU SHOULD KILL DR EGGMAN if you REALLY CARED!'" She's doing a very silly falsetto as she speaks, standing up and wiggling her fingers, clearly letting her smaller resentments mix in with the more traumatic elements of her life, "OOoohh, Vel, if you REALLY cared about saving people, WHY HAVEN'T YOU KILLED DR EGGMAN YET?"

    The blue hedgehog stomps her foot down on the ground, digging her fingertips into her head quills, practically screaming out her answer, to someone who wasn't really there, but clearly had affected her a lot,

    "IF YOU THINK IT'S SO EASY, THEN YOU DO IT! Why does it have to be ME!??!!? I don't LIKE killing anybody, I don't-- I don't WANT to do it! I'd always, ALWAYS rather find another way-- It's a last resort, and-- and I don't want to kill him! I hate him, I hate everything he's done to me, done to my friends, done to this FREAKING PLANET, but I still don't-- I still don't want his lifeless STARE haunting the rest of my LIFE!"

    "I don't INVITE him to do the things he does, I just know that if I don't stop him, LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE WILL! You guys all PROVED THAT when he took over the world!!! It's NOT FAIR! It's not fair that I'm somehow-- I'm somehow responsible for EVERYBODY's happiness! What about MY happiness!? What about ME? Why can't you just-- FIGURE OUT your OWN baggage and take life into your OWN HANDS!!! I'm JUST! ONE! GUY! I don't spare him 'cause-- 'cause I HATE everybody, I just don't want his blood on my hands and-- and I know he'll go out and-- and cause even more problems but--"

    Velocity sits down on the ground, her knees pressed tight to her chest as she continues to dig her fingertips against her quills. With every throb of her heart, she swears she can feel the live-wire that her nervous system currently is.

    "But it can't be me. I can't do it. I'm sorry, I know, that makes me the worst hero ever, but I-- I just can't do it."

[ don't reblog, but feel free to have your character witness it on the dash ]

[maple-crusader]

''Write a daily journal, it'll help you remember things better''

August 29th, Day one. I'm here, currently writing this This is stupid, knowing myself I'll forget to do it months on ends and then I'll suddenly remember it and just decide to delete it because it never went anywhere, like most of the projects you do. this?

August 30th, Day two. I'm here, currently writing this I'm mildly surprised I remember, but now I kind of want to do this out of spite, out of ''Oh yeah? As if I CAN'T write in here EVERYDAY. I'll make sure to write in here everyday'' Can I at least do one thing consistently that isn't for anyone else but me? writing

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September 9, Day 12. I'm here, currently writing this Today was fun, did some fun things with the BIRTHDAY Boy for his birthday, which YOU WILL REMEMBER EVERY YEAR THAT IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY! YOU BETTERR I'm surprised how long I've been doing this journal, it's nice and weird to look back, I can remember a lot more now, it's a bit overwhelming currently

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December 31th, Day 125. I'm here, currently writing this New year? I don't know, I already feel as if I was in the next year, but really, why has this past month been taking so long to end? Finally new year. Wish he'd be here, It's lonely to spend the new year alone, again I'm

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March 16, Day 200. I'm here, currently writing this It's been just 200 days? The more I read the journal over and over again, the better I remember the moments I was writing, hearing what I was hearing, feeling my body and how the weight is shifting on the seat, my tendons clenching as I type this on my keyboard. Why am I curious. Why do I want to know what this does. This doesn't feel good, but I want to know, fuck. Like

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April First, Day 216. I'm here, currently writing this Every day seems busier than the other, so much can happen in an hour, in half an hour. My friend dared me to count to 60 in our head, to see which was more accurate, I somehow ended up short of 26 seconds? I counted to 60 in 34 seconds? I tried again at home, trying to count slowly out loud, then I looked at the timer and barely 40 second had passed people keep saying I speak too fast and to slow down, It's been hard to keep up with it Feel

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April 20th, 235 days. I'm here, currently writing this It's Easter, but really it feels like the same day over and over again. I get up, go to work, see basically the same people everyday, Some of them every single day they are there, they like my work, I overwork myself but hey, I do it as I wish other people did for me even if it's completely not the case but if I don't do this no one will But, it's weird. I can see myself writing these, just by reading the journal again. I remember every breath, every pauses, every blink. It's almost as if my visions splits, but it doesn't really. It

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May Second, 247 days. Things are slower. I'm aware of each fingers reaching for each keys, the muscles working away to write and erase mistakes to write again and again and again and again and again If I lose focus with my eyes I feel myself typing another entry from before, as if I was currently typing it, but I know I'm not there I'm not there, I'm here, currently typing this I'm here... currently typing this? Does

May Third, 248 days. I'm here, currently typing this as well? Why