#haruspeaks

[slutty-claws]

Being tied to a bed and overstimulated until I’m sobbing might not fix me, but it would probably be like hitting a mental reset button.

So… who’s feeling helpful?

[exi-dentally]

psa on まもる !!!!!!

wow to protect is getting really long (bc I want it to be as realistic as possible aka a slow burn relationship and shit) so idk if y’all want parts or just okay with waiting for the whole thing uwu

[haruspeaks]

Oh boy... you guys are just trying to get me into trouble, aren’t ya?

It has recently come to my attention that Hiei lets Botan give him facials. It’s not all that embarrassing, until you consider the fact that he actually allows her to pin his bangs back with the cutest little hair clips and/or headbands and use the pink cream that leaves him smelling like flowers. I may or may not have photographic evidence. Heh.

Anyway, Botan says it’s just a harmless pastime to help him relax, but I think Hiei secretly kinda likes it.

[pristn]

you: yewon

me, an intellectual: the actual sun

[slutty-claws]

The thing I love about CNC, especially when it involves overstimulation, is that I couldn’t do it alone. And I couldn’t do it with someone I don’t trust, or who doesn’t trust me.

Sure, I can pull a second or third orgasm out of myself. That’s just mechanics. But when we reach the tenth , when I’m sweating, writhing, sobbing, pleading “please, I can’t take it anymore, please stop” over and over again, that’s where the true beauty begins.

Because they know. They know that despite the tears, the begging, I’m still inside the experience. I’m still choosing it. I’m still enjoying it in my own way. And I know, without a doubt, that if I ever need to safeword, I’ll be in their arms in less than a second. No hesitation. No questions. Just safety and confort.

And that level of trust is rare.

We both know the rules. We both know the signals. And we both love the control we’re giving and taking. And that’s what makes it so good.

[slutty-claws]

sleepy sunday morning sex. the kind where you both wake up slow and warm and tangled and it’s too cold to leave the bed so you just stay there, half under the covers and half on each other and everything feels soft and lazy and good

you kiss without thinking and your hands find each other and you’re still half asleep and it doesn’t matter because it’s all instinct and skin and breath and you’re both sighing and shifting and pulling clothes out of the way

and it’s quiet except for the little moans and the sound of the covers moving and the way your bodies just know what to do and it’s not rushed, it’s just warm and perfect

and you don’t even open your eyes all the way and you don’t need to because you’re already there and it’s already happening and it’s slow and deep and everything feels right and you want to stay like that forever

[slutty-claws]

“your eyes are beautiful” great now let’s make them wide with panic

[slutty-claws]

It’s behind me.

I can feel it. The weight of its gaze pressing between my shoulder blades, the way the air shifts when it moves. The forest feels too quiet now; even the wind has gone still, like it knows what’s coming. My breath is ragged, my legs scraped raw from running, branches tearing at my skin. Every breath I take feels stolen. Every step forward feels like a mistake. I’m bleeding. Not much. Just enough to leave a trail. Just enough to make me easier to find.

It likes that.

I hear it move, slowly, deliberate. Not chasing. Stalking. It wants me afraid. Wants me aware. It knows I’ll tire.

I stumble. My knees hit the ground. I don’t dare look back. My heart is pounding so loud I’m sure it can hear it.

And then it’s there. Not touching me, not speaking. Just presence. Heavy. Wrong. The kind of wrong that makes your bones ache. I feel it circling, breath hot against my neck. My skin prickles. My body freezes.

Its voice doesn’t sound like a voice at all. It’s inside me. Around me. Through me. “Bleeding already?" It murmurs. It almost seems amused. "Run again. I like it when you try.”