☣️ midwestern mayhem inbox.

[vecna]

TEXT | VOICE | CRAPPY FLIP PHONE VIDEO | ACTION | WHATEVER YOU WANT

Comments

[vecna]

[Pushes her... right back down with those invisible hands. Meanwhile, up go her hips, hiking her bum into the air much like before.]

No one very good. [Amusedly.]

[velluminous]

I can—tell—

[ without being able to see, she could almost confuse them for Henry's hands. they feel like dozens upon dozens of Henry's hands. is that insane? everything he does, even exerting his power, feels distinctly him in some way that maybe only another wizard could tell. she reassures herself with this, even continuing to push against the force that will not give.

she really is exposed now. ]

[vecna]

[She absolutely is. His eyes greedily rake down her back, too, all the way to the curve of her backside, one side a slightly deeper blue from where he spanked her twice. She can fight against his telekinesis all she wants, but this is where Henry Creel's strength truly lies — even weakened compared to its state at home, it's still nearly impossible to break out of it through normal means.

How's the state of her tail?

...Regardless, both hands grab either side of her cheeks and give her a hearty squeeze.]

And who raised you, throwing such a fit now?

[velluminous]

[ her tail is still all but for the tip, which flickers in anticipation. a squeeze like that makes her jump, and she can't move away from it, so she simply growls into the bedspread. ]

Band of devils.

[vecna]

[Good anticipation? Bad anticipation? Despite her tone, it could honestly be either. He supposes he could take a gamble and find out.

He echoes back without missing a beat-] I can tell.

[Smacks!! The other cheek!]

[velluminous]

Henry—

[ it hurts. her brain hangs on the edge of a misfire: is this sexy, or is there something wrong? for him, at least, comes the satisfying crack and her buttock bouncing under the blow.

growling again: ] Make up your mind!

[vecna]

[It IS satisfying. He actually breathes out a note of appreciation which likely loses itself in her growl.]

I think I like doing this.

[Is that better, then? He smooths his hand over where his palm had just struck, a soothing motion which could possibly belie another spanking inbound. The tease of one.]

[velluminous]

But why?

[vecna]

[She knows what the real him is like. She should know why.]

Because you look beautiful, on display like this, taking a punishment. Held down with no other choice but to do so.

[But, a not-so-secondary reason-]

And I do think you like it. Letting me take control every once in a while.

[velluminous]

[ "taking a punishment"

this is suddenly not enjoyable anymore. her chest gets a hard lump in it, and her throat, too, and her tail falls limp like a wounded animal's. real shame. real discomfort like a needle in her throat. ]

I don't want punishment. Henry, stop. Now.

[vecna]

[The way she deflates is all too obvious, especially so keyed into her body language that he is.

Ah, disappointment.



But of course he releases her.]

[velluminous]

[ she curls on her side, almost instantly. it's a terrible feeling after such extended pleasure. almost like being hollowed out. ]

I hate. Being demeaned.

[vecna]

[Oh. The way she turns away makes him wonder if he really did cross a line he wasn’t even aware of.

The mattress shifts. Henry leans in, close, not quite over.]

Sprezzatura… You know I’d never make you feel that way to actually cause you pain. But I’m sorry. I’m still trying to… figure out what you really like.

[velluminous]

Not punishment.

[vecna]

All right. Not punishment.

[Leans. Tiny nudge.]

What about… me making it up to you, instead?

[velluminous]

[ aching, she buries her cheek deeper into the pillow. how stupid, she thinks, to be hurt by all this. even now, she's that fragile. she shouldn't let anyone know that—not least of all a man who covets secrets as dearly as Henry Creel.

without meeting his eye, ] No.

[ hashtag blue balls ]

[vecna]

[rip Henry Creel

Though maybe blue balls is the least of his worries if he thinks about how utterly quickly this went downhill, just for saying one wrong thing. Is there something else there, churning in her mind?]

Sprezzatura. What’s actually wrong?

/2

[velluminous]

[ can she get away with giving up nothing?




... no.

she seems very small but very hard when she next speaks, like a lump of raw iron. cold, too. ]

Eonia and Selcouth. They so often forbid me from seeing my grandfather. Punishment for bad girl who does not behave. [ she speaks in a hoarse murmur only, nearly a strain to hear. ] He was only man in that girl's life who did not condescend to her, and she was kept from him. He was not well. Eventually illness took him away forever.

[velluminous]

[ deeeeeep inhale ]

So I do not enjoy bad girl's punishment.

[vecna]

[Oh. A little girl deprived of someone she loved, and someone who loved her back. Framed as a punishment, of course she’d balk at the verbiage he used.

He didn’t know. She never tells him these things. But now…

Now she is, and looking at her on her side, so small, he can see little Sapione still in there, somewhere, no matter how much Sprezzatura says she’s left her behind. And maybe that, too, is bothering her.

Henry doesn’t respond at first. He just leans in to kiss at her shoulder. And then, finally, he replies softly.]

Thank you for telling me. I didn’t mean to upset you. I want to keep your bad memories at bay — not bring them to the forefront.

[velluminous]

[ how she loathes to reveal any of this and admit to another how it affects her. that these punishments and disparagements worked. closing her eyes when Henry kisses her... ]

All I am is bad memories.

[vecna]

[Everyone is a product of their environment. As much as he hates all the parental figures he ever had, Henry knows that he was shaped by them permanently. He carries pieces of his mother, and father, and Dr. Brenner with him everywhere, even if they cut miserably, and that pain turns to anger.

It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Henry wouldn’t think any lesser of her for it.]

That’s not true. To me, you’ve been so many good memories. The most important ones I have. And we can make more. And more. Until someday, there’s no room for anything but the good.

[velluminous]

[ that sounds so sweet as to be naive. ] Has this place made you become optimist?

[vecna]

[A low, wry sound, despite the weight of the conversation.]

Not exactly. I just know what I’d like for…

[For her? For him? For a future where they find each other again, once they’re done with this awful town?]

…us, someday.

[velluminous]

I would not mind it, either.