#thank you for the ask anon i am so bored :D

[arcane-strangeness]

whats your is one thing that you feel strongly about a fandom/media you like that no one else gets?

Aloy, from the Horizon video game series (Zero Dawn, Forbidden West) is a rat, in the way that she's constantly weaseling her way into spaces she isn't supposed to be in and causing problems on purpose. whether that's clambering around the vents in the GAIA base, climbing absurdly high buildings with zero regard for safety (much to Alva's concern, in the Leviathan quest), or brute forcing her way through social interactions (so many questions, she needs to know everything always all of the time), the outcast lifestyle definitely had a lasting impact on her lmao

she is not the voice of reason among her friends, she is the voice of "i'll do it till it's done even if it kills me" much to the concern of EVERYONE around her. someone make this girl take a break because giving her one is not gonna be enough for her to take it. she fought what was essentially a god to her, fell 30-50 feet into water below, swam a decent ways away while being shot at by essentially alien laser guns, was sucked underwater by a current, bashed into several things, thrown off a cliff face in a waterfall, bashed around some more, knocked unconscious, and still tried to get up walk around and keep going a day after the fact. the only reason she seems like a somewhat rational person is because everyone else on the goddamn planet has lost their minds. i love her <3

[senseichaos]

Hey, same anon asking about yandere stuff. I'm so glad to hear!! Of course if you want to, may I please request yandere Vox with the reader? Like how they try to run from him? Perfectly fine with it being a female reader as I am one. And I don't mind how you write it. Do whatever you please! I love seeing others' interpretation of the characters 🖤 No rush!

YOU CAN'T RUN. HELL, YOU CAN'T HIDE EITHER.

thank you lovely anon! I love the concept of Yandere Vox! Hope this is good :) let me know your thoughts in another ask if you'd like! Lots of love!

Summary: Vox doesn't often fall in love often, no. Well that was until you came around- and you wanted a job with Valentino of all people? No. That would never fly with him. He'd make you work with him instead, like an intern or something? Hell, anything to make you stay near him. Anything to get him as close to you as possible.

Genres: Angst with a small amount of sexuality

NOT PROOF READ (yet)

Warnings/Tags: Yandere Vox, Insecurity, Reader is naive, manipulation, mind control, exploitation, creepy behavior, masking, contractual agreements, reader lacks hell experience, Vox is violent, Vox lacks empathy, angst, swearing, overall kinda depressing (LET ME KNOW IF MISSING ANY)

Pt 2

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You can't believe your eyes when you step into that tower, the pink glass adorning the outsides making your eyes shimmer. You have a job interview with Valentino today, after waiting for (probably too long) to get a job somewhere.

You see, hell worked slightly differently to earth. Where things in earth worked in a more of a 'work and make work' sort of way, Hell is more 'work, make work, and fight'

You'd managed for the past months to live in a small apartment that happened to be owned by someone who got killed in an extermination. It wasn't your plan to impersonate a sinner and squat in their home, but you have to get by somehow, right?

Well- it also wasn't your plan to be a porn star. But no where else seemed to want to take you. You're small, too weak to be taken by anyone else. People on the street told you that you were made for the screen, that your body was perfect. Some even tried to pay you copious amounts of cash just for you to suck them off. And you hate it.

At least the elevator of the building is cozy.

Vox on the other hand was having the best day of his life: or in his definition, a day where Valentino doesn't have a stupid breakdown that Vox doesn't have to solve.

He loves to watch his people as they indulge in his technology, he loves to watch everyone become obsessed with him and his media, he loves to be in control of all of these people. He'll watch every screen around him with focus, taking in their reactions as he bottle feeds them content.

Could he be with his boyfriend, Val? Yes. Does he want to? Hell no. He doesn't love Val. Plain and simple in his eyes. He has Valentino to get his business along. To make him more powerful. He'll do what he has to to be the most powerful he can be. Even if it means toying with people around him.

Val doesn't think he's capable of falling in love with anyone in this horrible underworld he inhabits. Everyone here is fucked. he is fucked. Plus, he doesn't know anyone here who he'd connect with anyway.

Or well that's what he did think until right now. There is a girl in the central elevator that looks awfully out of place, causing Vox to turn the entirety of his attention onto her. She looks like a regular old sinner, yes- but still she stands it like a sore thumb against the few people also in the central elevator. Where everyone's boring physique was her own enticing one stands. Where everyone else's two tone personalities stand her own colorful and bright one shimmer in his 2-D irises.

And then comes that odd feeling in his chest, this weird bubbling feeling of emotions that causes his eyes to tear up ever so slightly. This feeling, it's addicting. He wants to grind her up into a smoothie and drink her up, making the feeling sit there forever.

Something is wrong with him: he thinks.

With bated breath vox looked at the floor the elevator was approaching, figuring out where the girl is exactly going. There are only few reasons a sinner shows up at V tower anyway: to get a job with Valentino, or to turn yourself in if you'd wronged them. The elevator number reads '10'. She's going up to the business floor where Valentino currently is.

A sudden twist finds its way into his stomach, a horrible twist that makes his head burn with anger. Who does Val think he is? Having a girl such as her working for him. He. Couldn't let this happen, no no no no no no no. Why would he even want to exploit such a girl? She's supposed to be loves and cherished for everything she is.

The only reason she'd want to work with Val is because she has no other thing to do. He needs to offer her a job- or something to keep her from giving herself away to Valentino. Something to keep her as close to him as possible- like an intern or an assistant or anything.

Anything: Vox thinks.

Not often is Vox so reckless, not often at all. He likes to think he's decorum and well-adjusted. Likes to think he's a figure of this time. Of his time.

But right now, all he wants is this beautiful fucking girl to look at him in his eyes. Is it selfish? To want something so bad you feel like you could to horrible things to get it? Probably. But this is hell. And as an overlord of hell he can take what he wants. For once he doesn't care.

--- 666 ---

You take a step from the elevator, looking around the rather nauseating long and rounded hallway with squinted eyes. You can barely remember where you're supposed to be going anymore. You're supposed to meet Val inside one of these many, many studios. But soon enough as you start to venture through the halls on light, unsure steps you find yourself unable to read the words and numbers on each door.

Something is wrong, and you're unable to focus. There's this buzzing sound in your ears, a very faint but obvious buzzing that's causing your brain to go fuzzy. You can't feel your body anymore, it's just walking down the hallway in painful circles.

Suddenly that tether in your brain snaps with a loud crack, and your face to face with a television. You're still standing, in this long hallway, but now you're looking into the dark eyes of a TV screen. Wait- Eyes?

"Oh, Hello there sinner, are you looking for Valentino?" He asks, voice weirdly distant yet close all at the same time. His smile is large, almost devilish looking as he stares down at you.

You feel on edge, and your head still has a very faint buzzing lining itself.

"Oh, erm, Yeah.. I can't seem to recall what room-" You flinch as he hooks an arm around your neck walking you down the hallway once again with a smirk. There's a weird edge to him that you can't pin down, this whole interaction almost seems.. forced? Oh, there you go again, putting labels on things. Stop overthinking!

"Don't worry your pretty head about it! I'll take you to him," he says, unhooking his arm from your shoulder; only for him to rather sensually drag his hand across your shoulder blades until it's claws barely rest against your shoulder.

"But you know," Vox begins, swinging himself around so he stands in front of you, hands resting on either of your shoulders. You have to stop yourself from bumping into his chest. "You don't have to work for him." He says, his voice turning slightly more TV like and distant as he speaks.

"What do you mean..?" You ask, pushing his hand off of your shoulder with a painful twist of butterflies. A type of butterflies that you can't understand.

"Well, you seem like the type of gal to enjoy.." he looks you up and down, moving his hands from your shoulders as he grins. "Taking orders," you tilt your head at his words, confused. He shakes his head to himself, looking away for a moment with a slight frown before staring back, smiling brightly.

"No, I mean that you could be my assistant! You can.." He thinks for a moment, tapping the bottom of his screen as if it were his chin. He shrugs, smiling awkwardly with furrowed brows. "Bring me drinks and such! C'mon.."

He leans down to your level again, looking into your eyes. You suddenly feel that wave of disorientation go through you again, the only thing seeming to make sense to you being.. Vox.

"You don't want to be exploited by him, do you?" He says, and you feel his screen radiating heat on your skin. The buzzing becomes more loud as he goes on, all you seem to be able to hear being his words as they drip from his vile tongue. "C'mon dear, He'll break you."

"And you don't want to be broken, Right?"

He is right. You don't want to be broken by Valentino. You don't want to be exploited. But you don't have any other choice-

Until now, that is. You have an opportunity.

You should take it, right?

The headache and buzzing dissipate, taking a chunk of your psyche along with it. You feel your feet begin to give out beneath you from the exertion, lacking balance as you wobble softly. Not wanting to faceplant into the carpet, you reach out to something, anything to hold you. It just so happens to be Vox's chest, grasping onto the fabric of his coat as you begin to slip down to the floor.

"Hey, Hey, it's okay, What's got you out of sorts?" He asks, grasping you by your waist as he lifts you back to your feet. You blink, looking around for a moment with a nervous breath. Those butterflies, again. You hate them.

"I- uh.. I dunno.." You say stutter, pushing yourself away and scratching that back of your neck.

"You're feeling better?" Vox says, dipping his lids as he tilts his head rather attractively.

You nod, looking down at the ground with a nervousness inside of you.

"Good, good.." he turns away, looking at the ground and pacing for a short amount of time "good.." he says softly to himself, turning back around and clasping his hands together as he grins.

"Now how about you follow me and we can get you set up, yeah?" He says, pressing his hand against the space between your shoulder blades as he turns back to the elevator. You look up at him, and for a moment he seems to be in his own world. At least he is until you speak.

"So what's your name, Mister?" You ask, fiddling your fingers against each other nervously. He grins, lids upturning with the smile as well. He leans down again, poking a blue claw on your cheek as buzzing blurs your brain.

"It's Vox, my dear," He says, and your brain goes soft and mushy with an emotion you cannot describe. It feels as though he's making you melt.

"Keep that in your head for me, will you princess?" He asks softly, pulling his claw up the side of your face with a manic grin.

With a sudden movement he pulls away, shrugging his hands.

"Now darling, let's get back to it, shall we?"

Something is off, and part of you wants more of it.

--- 666 ---

Mister Vox's office is large in size, walls lined with screens displaying different things across the entirety of the pride ring. You wonder what Vox may do here all day, seeing the singular seat between it all that doesn't even seem that cozy.

You assume he watches, broadcasts, does meeting, and.. does what he's doing right now, perhaps?

"What do you do all day, Mister Vox?" You ask, looking wide-eyed at the television lined walls of the area. He flinches, grinning awkwardly before bringing back his confident demeanor.

"Me? Oh, you know.. this and that- I go to meetings.. I sign paperwork, I go to meetings.." He laughs to himself, shaking his hand dismissively as he sits in his seat, spreading his legs in a man spread. You turn away from the screens, looking over at Vox as he scans the monitors with narrowed eyes. You wonder if he was doing something important before he found you.

"Uh, Mister Vox, what do I do now..?" You ask, taking a small step towards him. He tilts his head towards you, smiling as he swings his chair to face you completely.

"oh, you? You can just sit there and look pretty.." Vox looks you up and down with narrowed eyes, face blank for a long moment before bringing a small smirk onto his face. He leans back in his chair, clicking his fingers as a bundle of clothing finds it's way into your hands.

"Perhaps prettier, change into that for me will you dearest?" He says, leaning his head on his fist as his voice becomes slightly more distant. You look at him, confused as you clutch the blue and red clothing to your chest.

"Okay.. Where do I change, Mister Vox?" You say, fiddling with the collar of your shirt as your body feels hot. Vox rolls his eyes playfully, pointing a clawed finger to the floor as he shifts his chair back to the screen. "Just change here my dear, no one will see you," He says, looking at you with a side glance. It's almost condescending, in a way.

"right here? But-"

"Here is fine, dear. Hell, here is more safe to change than anywhere else in this building," He laughs. You get this off feeling like you should trust him. I mean, he's one of the people owning this building anyway, right? He would be the one knowing a lot about it rather than anyone else. you should trust him.

"Okay Mister Vox."

You can't see his grin.

Every piece of clothing you peek off feels like this weird symbolism for losing yourself. Off comes your shirt: a piece is lost. Off comes your shorts: a piece of you is lost. And then more clothes come onto you, building something new. On comes a skirt: a piece of you is molded. On comes a blouse: a piece of you is molded.

And then there's this watch, a mobile one with 'Vox Tech' plastered across the side. With a shrug you put it on, struggling with getting it to tightness but ultimately managing to win the battle with the finicky strap.

"Good, good, how great you look!" He says, outstretching his hands with a grin.

You feel yourself blush, one half of you from his compliment and the other half from the fact he's looking completely in your direction. Does that mean he was watching you the whole time?

"Actually my dear, do you think you can grab me a coffee?" He asks, clicking his hands as a streak of blue energy shoots inside of the watch; this causes a mao to appear on the screen, showing where you are currently. "That map should tell you where to go, the assistant there should give you the coffee the way I like it,"

You shouldn't ask it, but you feel your bones ache too.

"How do you like it?"

He grins, tilting his head.

"Sweet with a strong flavour," He states, waving you off.

--- 666 ---

The first week as Vox's Assistant goes by smoothly, or as smoothly as it could working with an Overlord of hell. A rather odd seeming one at that.

Everything feels on edge with Vox, you feel like at any moment he could do something drastic. You've no idea what said drastic thing could be either, which makes it a whole lot more anxiety inducing. Hell, Vox is attractive. That's probably why you're on edge. That's what you keep telling yourself anyway. You're probably in love with him or something.

Vox had even given you housing as close to the building as possible, insisting he pay the rent. Not that you complain, no; less walking for you it seems. The Vox Tech watch he gave you tells you pretty much everything that you need to do. When you wake up in the morning it goes off, alerting you like an alarm, it has a to do list that blares when you're in the office, it maps out the whole space, it even acts as Vox's messaging system towards you.

You do wonder how he controls it, even in the comfort of your own home. Well, he is an overlord, right? He's capable of things even outside of your grasp. You cannot even fathom what he could do with that power.

And that's just the way Vox likes it.

Actually, you haven't seen Valentino around the building the whole week either. Even in a meeting you accompanied Vox to. You'd expect to see him more often with all the prowling in and out of the building you do.

It's as if he's vanished.

"Princess, grab me a coffee will you? Maybe even grab one for yourself while you're at it, on the house," Vox asks, swiveling on his chair to face your own, which sits just off to the side of his own with a small desk in front of it. You'd been doing some paperwork for him for the past hour, mostly reading through stuff, asking him questions, and singing them for him.

"Yeah, sure.. um, I was just wondering.." You utter softly, causing Vox to raise a brow as he leans back on his chair with a confident grin. He tilts his head in question, saying: "What's on your mind, (N/N)?"

"I haven't seen Valentino around the building, I was just wondering if something's up with him?" You ask, looking down at the ground as you begin to regret yourself even questioning. Vox laughs, flapping his hand in dismissal.

"Oh, just that? Don't worry about it! He's just.." Vox pauses for a moment, shrugging his shoulders. "Doing his own thing," He finishes, smiling rather oddly as he begins moving his chair back to face his computers. You intercept.

"His own thing..?"

Vox turns back to you, grinning widely with a manic look in his 2-D eyes. Once again, the buzzing fills your brain. And you fall to your knees against the ground with a painful 'thump'. Vox harshly grips your chin, pulling you closer to him until all you can see is that blaring red eye of his as he speaks.

"As i said,"

You feel yourself wanting to let go.

"Don't worry about it."

He lets you go of your trance, leaving you teary eyed as he smiles softly, brows furrowing in a sort of mocking empathetic way. His eyes drip with affection you find.

"Now, grab that coffee, okay?" He finishes, placing a cold kiss against your forehead before letting go of your chin, leaving yourself to gather your bearings.

It's not often you feel the want to defy someone. But as you stand from the floor, dusting off your skirt and walking to the elevator; you feel that need to be defiant. You'd figure out where Valentino is. He has to be somewhere in the building, right? You just have to find.. him..

In these hundreds and hundreds of doors. You would have to find him. And you can't take so long, otherwise Vox may suspect something.

You'd find someone to tell you where he is, you'd find him, and you'd stop worrying if Vox is going to do something drastic because he hasn't lied to you. Simple as that, simple as that. Right?

As it just so happens, as you begin walking through the studio halls you find yourself bumping into a spider individual, of whom you remember being a popular porn star.

So with an anxious breath you asked him. He explained that Valentino was in studio B-40, but he doesn't recommend finding him. And once again you go against someone's wishes. Plus, you were just going to stick your head in the door. It's nothing to worry about.

So what are you so anxious when you find yourself getting closer to the door? Why does your throat feel so tight? Why do you want to run in the other direction? Why does every step feel so heavy?

Taking another small step to the door, you wonder if you should listen to your conscious. It's supposed to do you good , right?

No, that's baby talk.

You aren't weak. You aren't letting the people in hell get you down! You are going to open the door!

You push yourhand towards the door handle and-

"Ouch! Fuck-" You yelp, an electric shock going through your body, causing you to fall backwards onto the hard floor below. Your whole body is on fire, you can't feel your tongue. You can't feel your brain.

A hum accompanies Vox's words.

"You're not going in there." He says, leaning over you as you push yourself to your knees, pressing yourself to the wall. Your head is throbbing.

"I'll beat him to a pulp if he sees you, you know?" Vox laughs, that sickening pseudo-empathetic look covering his flat features. You feel your stomach twist, this time in an awful way, it's like he's draining you of your soul. You want to disappear.

"I don't want to be aggressive," Vox begins as he grips your face harshly, causing tears to well into your eyes. "But your fucking mine, you got that?"

"And I won't let that sleazy prick get his greedy eyes anywhere near you!"

"W-what?" You whimper, pushing his hands from his face and backing away meekly. Vox laughs to himself, red dripping from his two dimensional mouth. He humors you with that gaze of his, eating alive any part of your confidence that may still linger.

"Oh, don't you get it, my dear? You sighed the paperwork," Vox leans down so his eyes can bore into your own, his gums showing in that prideful smile of his. "You belong to me now."

You choke on air, standing to your wobbly feet.

"W-what? I don't un-"

The paperwork. The paperwork you signed to get the job. You didn't read it! You idiot. You fucking idiot! You've ruined your own life. You belong to him..

To Vox.

"You- Shit-!" You turn around on your heels, almost slipping as you speed off into the hallway. You hear his voice echo in your ears.

"You can't run. Hell, you can't hide either!"

This was a mistake, this whole thing was a mistake. You want to die. You want to disappear. You want to get as far away from him as possible. You don't even take the elevator down, you run down every single flight of stairs jumping down a couple to save time.

The slip beneath your feet almost makes you topple over as you clutch onto the railing, swinging yourself onto the next flight of stairs. You have to be close to the bottom, right. Right? Yeah. This is fine.

And you were, right, surprisingly. You can almost see the entrance outside. You just have to make it out of this lobby. You just have to make it out of this huge fucking stupid ass lobby! You have to.

All of the sinner's eyes bore at you as you run at top speed to the door. You can't be here. You need to leave immediately. He can't find you If you're far away, right? Just go somewhere without a camera.. it'll be fine.. everything will be fine.

You're so close! Just a few more steps, a few more heavy, headache inducing steps.

You can make it. You just have to believe in yourself, and it'll all work out. Everything will be fine. It just has to be. Hell can't be this cruel, can it?

You're so close to the door you can smell the outside world, hear the cars as they pass, hear the charter hear the-

You choke and fall.onto the ground, a heaviness around your neck and wrists. It buzzes against your skin, making you go light headed. You can barely see it, but it's there. There are handcuffs around your wrists. And a collar around your neck. All of which glowing and buzzing with that electric blue of Vox.

He is right.

You can't run, you can't hide, you can't do anything.

He owns you, he has you. You can't do anything.

You made a mistake.

Maybe hell really is this cruel.

Keeping you forever tethered to this man.

Who knew one mistake would ruin the rest of your eternity.

Serves you right for being so naive.

"Alright now, are we done with our tantrum?" Vox asks.

"Yes mister Vox." You say.

[katerinaaqu]

hello :D I hope you’re doing well! I really liked your understanding and knowledge of Greek mythology and as someone who also really likes it and always wants to learn more I’m often in spaces that discus such things. But there is a little “problem” that I have encountered and I just wanted to maybe ask you to know if you know more about it! Long story short I saw a video discussing calypso and a comment saying that ppl who say that she 🍇 ed Odysseus didn’t read the story well enough. They also said that they only slept one time together which is when he left and that was consensual apparently. I didn’t read the odyssey in a bit and wanted to ask if there’s like a specific part that you remember that says the opposite. Idk if what I asked really makes sense so if you can answer tysm!!

Hello and I am doing okay thank you very much Anon.

Thank you very much for the compliment and your kind words and it is great that we see more people actually getting interested to the ACTUAL material and it is always great to have new people into this reading and understanding process.

I have answered or analized on that matter before but it is always great to do so again and again! ^_^

I see so again we have more on this rape denial (and yeah I am using the actual word! No euphemisms and censory of words in this house! Hahahaha!) well then the person who said that probably forgot this passage here:

However the nights he was sleeping with her at her hollow caves out of necessity for even if she was willing, he was not

(Translation by me)

I believe the most important part eludes this OP that said that because I don't believe that Homer added the last words there by chance. He specifically uses the terms οὐκ ἐθέλων ἐθελούσῃ

οὐκ ἐθέλων -> adv. negative form m. that shows opposition "even if he was not willing.

ἐθελούσῃ -> adv. positive form, dative f. "by the willing" or "at the side of the willing"

Which is why many translators translate this small phrase as "unwilling lover by the side of the willing" So it clearly indicates rape given how I doubt that Homer indicated they were just...cuddling by each other's side for 7 years! So it is an indicator of the lack of free will. In fact the word ἀνάγκῃ (coming from the verb ἀναγκάζω or ἀναγκάσσω which means "to force") indicates need but not the need as "I need you badly" but as "I have no choice" or "I am forced to" either by the circumstances or by someone clearly imposing their will upon me. So there is a clear of factor of force here. So by definition rape.

So I will break down the rest and sorry if it is long.

Now there is a phrase, which I also memorize to this other post of mine here:

Which is this as you can see from my post:

Because he didn't like the nymph anymore

(Translation by me)

Given that this οὐκέτι means "no longer" or "no more" seems to be indicating to some readers of the Odyssey that the whole thing started willingly and that at some point Odysseus got bored of her and stopped it. However I disagree with that reading for many reasons. For once that the term ἁνδάνω -> past tense ἥνδανε means "to please" or "to gratify" but not necessarily in a sexual way. It generally means any form of gratification or likeness (even though in modern times we have connected the verb more with sexual gratification or ηδονή in modern greek) so I also agree more to the translators who also interpret the passage as "her sight no longer pleased him" aka after years and years of being a prisoner, all the likeness and gratitude he had for her as a person is gone (see also my other post)

Two I do not like this reading because many people who see it that way also deny the rape as that person in the comments. As I have stated to some other replies of mine, the affair starting willingly doesn't exclude the rape. Even if we say that Odysseus started it or accepted it (and as I said I doubt it given the context) Calypso was still raping him at that point. Either he was unwilling from the very beginning and Calypso was forcing herself on him, not taking no for an answer, or he at some point had a change of mind and wanted to stop and Calypso didn't take no for an answer.

Now for the part that the OP in question mentions that "they have sex only once". Yeah technically speaking there is only one scene in the Odyssey that could be interpreted as of sexual nature and is spoken in only one lyric, as I mention to my post I liked and it's this one:

People who interpret that Odysseus started the affair willingly, for some reason by n large also think that the rape is not a thing. I mean would they say the same for let's say a girl nowadays, starting an relationship with a boyfriend, eventually she realized he is not for her, she decided to stop it but the boyfriend would't take no for an answer and continuing forcing himself on her, wouldn't we call it a rape at that point regardless on the smooth beginning?

Then why would anyone who for their own personal reasons read the passage as Odysseus willingly starting the affair and then wishing to stop it but Calypso not having it assumes that Odysseus was not raped?

And they enjoyed closeness resting by each other's side

(Translation by me)

On a much darker note, Odysseus was abused constantly for years. The existence of the goddess as the only source of warmth and close contact he had for years (no matter how forceful) might have done something to him enough to just try and reconsile fully with Calypso. Someone might say that this is...too modern to say but honestly I doubt it. Homer was a master of expressing psychology and in later passage made Odysseus totally unwilling to be touched by Nausicaa's servant girls and wished to bathe himself instead. It is not like the Phaeaces would recognize him or his scar at that point to fear for his identity (not to mention he was already naked anyways) but he uses as an excuse that "he is ashamed". Being washed by female servants was customary and not seen as shameful in ancient Greece.

So for starters yes it seems that the scene is positive of emotions given the verb τέρπω "delight" or "enjoy" so the whole verb "to force" seems to fly out the window and then comes the word φιλότης which I assume people who read some words in Greek know that comes from he verb φιλέω-ώ which in ancient Greek meant "to love" so they translate the word φιλότης as "love". Honestly is not hard to see why given how other parts of homeric poems (more specifically during the Deception of Zeus) the same phrase pops up to signify lovemaking.

However the interesting part is that the word does not mean just love. It also means "friendship" or "reconsiliation" or just "closeness". I also find it interesting how people ignore the passage of "sleeping by her side although not willing" as a sign that nothing happened between them but they are very much certain that this passage here implies sexual scenes. As I mention to the post I linked it seems more likely that the passage translates "they enjoyed closeness resting by each other's sides" and that also of course imply mutual enjoyment of their reconsiliation possibly because Odysseus was happy to finally return home and Calypso took an oath that she didn't aim to trick him. Another thing is what could Odysseus do basically? Hold a grudge against an immortal goddess? How? Much more BEFORE he had the chance to build his raft?

Odysseus denies the help of women because he doesn't seem ready to accept a female touch just yet!

Homer also doesn't imply that Odysseus's stay at Calypso's island was in any shape or form willing. In fact Athena, Zeus and Homer himself all alike speak on how Odysseus was being kept against his will and nowhere in the passage apart from these small ones that I give here was it implied that Odysseus was being there pleasantly but rather that he was imprisoned or retained perforce. And that is without counting Odysseus's own words that neither of the goddesses got his heart and that both retained him. Odysseus also speaks with fear on both but Calypso in particular. Yeah he isn't hateful to them but again what can he do? He was roaming about for 10 years with the worst consequences because he was offensive to one god. I doubt he would want to badmouth any other no matter how small. And he also wants to appear pleasant to the eyes of his hosts to gain their sympathy so he doesn't really badmouth anyone apart from calling Calyspo and Circe "terrifying" or "dreadful" and occasionally his men "careless" or "mindless"

I think it is up for everyone's conscious to interpret his affair with Calypso starting willingly (and even then "willing" seems interesting to say the very least given that, as we said, Calypso was literally the only contact with anything remotely human Odysseus had for years. Even if we assume that for some reason he started an affair or accepted it, even the setting is messed up; loneliness, loss, mourning, fear for a powerful goddess etc) he still was being held prisoner and forced one way or another.

I hope that makes sense and I am sorry I was so long.

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Some other parts that I replied on the matter of Calypso and consequently Circe:

And this is my reply to another person who did analyze the passage differently so you will have that idea as well and I also elaborate on my counter-arguements as well (and the discussion was really productive as well and the OP was really open and respectful to other insights and I was happy to contribute to the conversation:

Sorry again for the long reply!

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #215

Not specific lost fics, but I haven't really managed to find any, so we’re throwing them out in the hope our followers know of some!…

1. Awesome blog you run! Would you have any recommendations for fics about breeding kink that don’t follow all the way through into pregnancy fic or kidfic? Prefer not A/B/O or anal but not picky otherwise! I get bored once they ARE pregnant, so looking just for the ‘trying to get pregnant’ part 🥱😂 Thank you in advance !! - anon

2. Hello! I’ve enjoyed going through your master post so much and have been really enjoying the recs. I was wondering if you had any fics that include a grand gesture. Unapologetic declarations of love? From either of the ineffable spouses, I’ve looked at love confessions but they are usually hushed in nature and or an accident. I’m looking for purposely kind of grand?? Wahoo!! - @3ampeaceandtacos

3. Hello! I am a massive Nekhen fic fan. However, we will obviously never get any more of her amazing work due to her sad passing. I absolutely loved the Soft/Gentle Dom Aziraphale/sub Crowley dynamic she created and wrote as it was really unique. I’ve read Rough Enough For Love and The Art Of Letting Go, as well as the ‘Inspired By’ fics that Nekhen was able to authorise. Do you know of any truly similar fics that would give me the same deep feels as Rough Enough & Letting Go, please? Thanks!! - @maaikeatthefullmoon

4. Hi you lovely people ❤️ Do you have any fics where either Aziraphale has a celebrity crush on David Tennant or Crowley a crush on Michael Sheen? I've said it before and I'll say it again you're doing an amazing job 😍 half the fics I've read came from your recommendations, even managed to find new things I didn't think to read before thanks to other people asking for them here. Thank you thank you thank you. - @itsscottiesstark

5. Hey ! First of all, thank you so much for the work you’ve done for the last few years 🥰 I’m looking for fics where Crowley hurts physically Aziraphale without intending to. I remember a fic where he pushes Azi too strongly on the wall, thus making him have a concussion. Did you find similar fics? Thank you 🫶 - anon

If you know any of fics along these line please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[merakiui]

🎨📝 anon here, NERDY FLOYD FIC WAS AMAAAZZZINGG. I wanna consume him into my soul (•̀ᴗ•́)و im gonna chomp down on him and they’re gonna a crowbar and a chainsaw for me to let go.

The way reader jerked him off without even a glance while he’s struggling. (They’re definitely fucking after that, I know it)

BUT BEHIND THE HORNY SIDE OF THEM, Floyd desperately wanting to have genuine romance with reader is so cute (���‸ಡ). I know this was just a thought from an anons ask, but I need to know!! How do you think Floyd interest in Reader was sparked in the first place? Cuz from the fix it seems he’s a had a thing for her before they were partnered up or am I wrong??

Anyway, it was amazing either way (≧◡≦) ♡

🎨📝 anon, HIIIIII!!!! Omg thank you so much for reading and enjoying this Floyb fic!!! He's the cutest nerdy eel there ever was. <3 I'm chomping down on him right alongside you!! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

Hehe Reader being completely unfazed during that entire scene,,,, it was so fun to write!!! Floyd definitely fell in love all over again. >w< they're having both the sweetest yet also the most sheet-gripping sex ever.

Aaaa that's a good catch!! He did indeed have feelings for her before they were partnered up! I like to imagine Floyd watched you give a presentation in a class he previously had with you, and there was something about the way you spoke about such a boring topic that immediately enthralled him. <3 maybe it was because said topic happened to be the Coral Sea and it was curious hearing you describe his home in the ways you did. It's such a simple thing. He blinked and suddenly you were his entire world.

I also like to picture Reader is in Heartslabyul and Riddle is immensely proud to have her there. It also works out for Ace and Deuce because they get to see their friend both in and out of class since they all live under the same roof. :D

[hannyoontify]

seventeen's reaction to you stopping to tie your shoelace

warnings | js a few curse words lol, not proofread

notes | inspired by @m00mis's post :D thank you to anon for finding the original post!

seungcheol 

cheol would instantly realize you were no longer walking by his side and stop to wait for you. stands next to you while he waits, and if you guys were in a crowded area, he would act kind of like a bodyguard and make sure no one runs into you or trips over your hunched over form. once you’re done, he’ll help you stand back up and press quick kiss js bc he wants to :D

jeonghan 

when you kneel down on one knee to tie your shoelace, he’ll wait a little bit before pushing you so that you would lose your balance and fall over. ‘yoon jeonghan! you’re a fucking asshole!’ as soon as he pushes you over, he’ll run away so he can escape your wrath but he’ll return right away once you start complaining. ‘’m sorry angel’ presses a kiss on your knuckle as an apology. throughout the rest of your walk, he’ll probably randomly giggle when he remembers how you fell over

joshua 

when you crouch down to tie your shoelace, he’ll tap a rhythm on your head while he’s waiting. ‘guess what song this is’ ‘shua you’re hitting straight quarter notes how am i supposed to know what song that is’ ‘wrong answer, it was sunday morning by maroon 5’ oh and LMAO he might ask you to check his own laces and re-tie them if needed. oh and next time your shoelace comes untied, he’s doing the tying bc he thinks you’re too slow (he doesn’t actually think that, he js wants to do it for you)

junhui

‘[Name], your shoelace is untied’ before you can react, this sweet sweet boy is tying your shoelace for you. while you’re waiting, you play with his hair and make cat ears with them since you’re bored. ‘wen junhui, you’ve become a cat’ and you can hear a small meow from where he’s kneeling (cute) once he’s done, he’ll jump back up and look at you with a proud smile. he’ll point at your feet ‘i turned them into bunny ears, aren’t they cute?’ you thought it was very cute.

hoshi

when hoshi sees you get down on one knee in the middle of the amusement park, he gasps dramatically and brings a hand over his mouth. ‘OH MY GOD’ he’ll literally start screaming hysterically and running around and everyone and their mother is looking at hoshi because he’s going crazy while his partner is calmly tying their shoelace like it’s nothing. ‘i didn’t expect you to do it here [Name]- [Name]? why are you standing up again?’ when he finally looks back at you, you’re already done tying your shoelace. you look at him with a confused expression, and he can feel the world around him crumble away as he falls to his knees in despair. ‘kwon soonyoung did you think i was proposing to you?!’ 

wonwoo

when you stop to tie your shoelace, you noticed that wonwoo always crouches down with you and just watches you tie your laces. so one time, you asked him why he always crouched down with you and he said that it was bc he didn’t want to miss a single word of what you were saying. his answer was unexpectedly sweet so now, whenever you’re done tying your shoelaces, you always press a kiss to your sweet boyfriend’s lips before standing back up

woozi

‘oh wait love, your shoelace is untied’ you both bend down at the same time, causing your heads to bump into each other and you giggle. you let woozi tie it for you, but you stay bent down, just to keep him company. once he’s done, he’ll get up first, help you up, and then compliment your shoes

minghao

if you crouch down on the floor to tie your shoelace, minghao is gonna stop you and pull you to a bench or something else that was elevated bc he does NOT want you kneeling on the dirty floor. he’ll keep a hand on your back/shoulder to keep you stable and once you’re done, he’ll grab your hand almost immediately. ‘done? good bc i want ice cream’

mingyu 

mingyu’s telling you some story about a joke the boys pulled on him and he becomes so immersed in his storytelling that he doesn’t notice you’re almost 20 paces behind him, tying your shoelace. ‘so that was pretty funny. wasn’t it, [Name]? [Name]? WHERE’D YOU GO’ he’ll whip around in a circle, looking for you frantically before you finally manage to catch up to him. ‘does this mean you missed half of my story’

dokyeom

when dokyeom notices that your shoelace is untied, he’ll get down, prop up one knee, and pat his leg, telling you to rest your foot on his thigh. you do so, and while he ties your shoelace, you use his shoulder to balance yourself. once he’s done, you put down your foot and kiss his cheek. ‘thanks min’ ‘anything for my princess’

seungkwan

mother seungkwan mode: activated ‘make sure you double knot… do you know how to double knot?’ ‘kwan, i’m the one who taught you how to double knot’ ‘right’ he’ll pretend to be done with you and be impatient, but he’ll immediately help you up once you’re done and brush off your knees. he was probably also the one who noticed your untied shoelace first and pointed it out to you

vernon

‘babe wait, my shoelace is untied’ before you can react, vernon hands you his drink so he can tie your shoelace for you. why do i feel like he can do the super fast thing where it takes literally one second to tie your laces anyway, once he’s done, he’ll pat your leg(?) like a dad before standing back up and taking his drink back. ‘it should be all good now. sorry for not noticing earlier’

dino

chan would do rock paper scissors with you to decide who re-ties them (it didn’t matter whose shoes, you guys always did it to decide). it wasn’t that he didn’t want to or you didn’t want to, you guys js thought that it would make it more fun :)) if he was the one who won, he’ll probably make groaning noises as he makes his way down, complaining about how old he’s getting and how his joints aren’t like they used to be anymore. ‘chan, you’re not even a quarter of 100 yet, stop being dramatic’ that usually gets him to be quiet (for now..) and once he’s done, he’ll get back up, kiss you, and then continue walking down the street with you

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

[mayasaurusss]

I have an adult Lottie req!! Reader has a stall in the farmers market next to where the purple, sorry, heliotrope, people sell honey and reader has become sort of close with Lisa and is generally a very chill person until one day Lottie is there and reader tries to flirt but is miserably awkward about it so Lisa has to be like “basically they’re trying to ask you out” to Lottie. Thank you!

Honey.

Contains: fluff, idiots in love, legal age gap, florist reader, reader is a horny bastard, beekeeper Lottie (aka, Lottie is a nerd), suggestive, crack fic threated seriously, grammar mistakes, done quickly, not proofread, I used the word "realize" more times than I realized ( ;D ). 250k, about five pages.

Author's note: I am sorry anon but I had to write this faster than usual, since I have so much stuff to write from now on until the end of summer. So, there might be many more grammar mistakes, sadly. Also, unreleated, but this might get cringy at times. I hope it's still okay! Enjoy!

The floral smells of the flowers filled your nostrils while you are lazily resting on your chair. You loved your florist job but at times, it could get boring; spending your days selling flowers was more tiring than it seemed. The only days you had to rest were Saturdays and Sundays and even those were spent taking care of the many flowers and plants in your little garden.

During the afternoon, the marketplace was quiet; people had just finished their morning errands and were either going back to work or to their homes. Still, you had clients: an old granny with her niece, a young woman with a gardening passion, an old man with a walking cane, a woman in her mid forties with the most beautiful dark eyes you've ever seen. That last one struck you.

She had come around four pm, when the marketplace started to become lively once more before shutting down for the day. You had already seen her; in fact, you had eyed her all day. She introduced herself as Lottie, your "market neighbor".

Her words are distant, "....y, are you listening to me?".

You are brought back to earth when she waves her hand before your eyes. "Uh, sorry! I was... thinking. Can you uhm, repeat yourself?" she gives you a weird look. You hope she hasn't caught you fawning over her; "I said I would like to purchase something".

You jolt up from your seat and put on your gloves. "Sure! What would you like?", Lottie takes a look at the small paper in her hand, "I would like... chamomile, echinacea, aster, cosmos and heliotrope, if you have it". Her hands brush on yours while you hand her her purchase; you can distantly feel your cheeks heating up, but pay it no mind. "Would you like to come take a visit to my stall? Maybe I could even make you join our community" she says, but something in her voice makes you distrust her. "No thank you, I'm fine on my own. But I'll happily stop by later".

You are interrupted by the sounds of an old granny almost knocking over a few plants. "... as soon as work allows me".

You close the stall one hour earlier than usual. The marketplace smells of food, wood, flowers and honey. "Listen, young woman!" you hear an old lady yell while you walk towards the purple stall, "There is no way you will sell me chestnut honey as all-flower honey! I am old, but not blind!"

Lottie was unfocused, staring into the distance, but once she spots you she completely abandons her poor employer to the old woman's ramblings. "You've come!" her hands close on yours. She flashes you her beautiful smile.

Her stall is small, consisting of a counter covered in a purple cloth with countless jars of honey and honeycomb on it and a beehive on display. Near the end of a table you see a flier. "Join our vibrant community!" it reads; "We help you understand and overcome your traumas! Become the best version of yourself!" written in bold purple font. "So, are you guys like uhm... a cult?"

It seems like Lottie was prepared for your questions, as she answers right away. "No, we are an intentional community" -"It's a cult", you think to yourself- "that specializes in helping others and ourselves".

A uhm leaves your lips, "I like the purple shades" you say. "It's a heliotrope". Man she's so weird. But so hot.

She gestures towards the overcrowded honey stand, "May I interest you in some of our all natural honey?". Countless jars sit on the counter: some big, some small, some filled with a dark substance, some so light you can see through them. Hit by the warm light, they make for a beautiful golden spectacle. You analyze the different names written on them: chestnut, pine, all flower, thyme, acacia, wildflower, eucalyptus, clover...

"You seem to be very passionate about honey" you tell Lottie, not having realized she is very close, towering behind you. "Making honey and beekeeping is hard. But, with the right care and treatments" she picks up an amber coloured jar, moving it and reflecting light in its shades, "something like this can come to life".

Why don't you tell me more about honey while we're fucking?

"This honey is particularly tasty. It's acacia. Perfectly sweet, not too hard on the tongue and smooth". She takes a small flat wooden stick and dips it in one of the displays made for clients. "Here, try it" on the tip of the stick there is a drop of the same shade of honey. You are about to take it from Lottie's hand, but she keeps a tight grip on it.

Oh for God's sake...

Your lip closes on the tip of the stick, savoring the taste of the honey. She's right, it's sweet but not too much. It's clear Lottie made it with love and care. Your eyes avoid her intense gaze, trying to maintain your ego intact.

The old lady and Lottie's employer are watching the two of you. You see a flash of disgust in the older woman's face. "Ugh!" she grunts, sauntering away, "I'm never coming here again!". The employer tries to call the woman back, but is promptly shutted by Lottie. "We didn't need her money anyway" she says, but you see a look of hurt painting her face. "Lisa, pack everything. We're leaving".

"Are you... are you coming again here?" The question is almost stupid, of course she will come back, but Lottie smiles. "Of course I will. I'm not usually here, but another alcol- employer is feeling ill, so I will be in his place for some weeks". You look up at the woman, cheeks still hot after your little show. "You... you don't come here often?" she smiles at you and it takes everything you have to not combust on the spot. "I am the community manager. I usually attend to other matters".

Oh she has gone from a ten to a one hundred. I love women with power.

"Uh I... I see". Lottie gestures towards the girl who has begun packing up, "Lisa is almost always here. She likes the lively atmosphere of the market. Don't you, Lisa?" you hear the girl scoff, followed by a "As much as I'd like to see my fish again". Lottie looks at her with a mean 'I am going to scold you' face, "Lisa. Packing". The girl apologizes and starts to move the jars into boxes faster.

Lottie takes the jar she had shown you before, setting it in your hands. "On the house". You are confused for a moment, looking puzzled at the amber liquid. "But- but this is expensive! I can't accept this gift!" She walks back to the stand, moving to help Lisa pack up. "Consider it a gift. To make you remember me".

Oh you're gonna remember her alright.

Over the last few weeks, you've visited Lottie's stand over and over again, during work hours, during lunch, sometimes you closed the shop one hour earlier or opened it one hour later. Lottie had loved your company, but ever so worried, she was preoccupied with your finances. She had tried multiple times to give you money or to make you join her community, fearing that you weren't in the best economical situation. You had assured her that most of your income came from your shop, not the market, but she wasn't very easy to convince.

You had also become close with Lisa. Very close. One might use the word "besties" to describe you two. And, you had accidentally spilled about your little crush to her. "Lottie is such a nice person" she said, while the older woman wasn't present, "she makes me feel cared for". You had been very happy to talk about your crush. "Oh yeah she's so funny, smart and so, so beautiful but- you know in a- in a normal way..." needles to say, you got caught red handed.

And Lisa was more than happy to help her new friend out.

The first attempt had gone horrible.

Lisa was near you, coaching you into flirting with Lottie. She gives you a pat on the shoulder, a smile and encouragement, then, you walk over to Lottie, who was attending to the beehive.

"Hey..." you said, making Lottie look at you, "Hello. Something the matter?". She stands up, hands clutching together as you saw her doing so many times throughout the past weeks.

"Have you, have you always been so... symmetrical...? ", a dead silence falls over your shoulders. Lottie watches you, confused and tilting her head to the side, "What?".

" Nevermind!" you skip over to Lisa who watched the whole scene, cringing internally for you. "Come on, next time it will be better!" you look over at her with the most shameful look ever in your eyes.

"I am going to kill myself" Lisa looked at you with disdain, but kept most of it to herself, "Don't say that".

The second attempt was easier, but a helping hand aided you; well, aided Lottie.

You had tried multiple times to flirt with Lottie but to no avail, always either bailing out the second before flirting or straight up ruining your chances. "Hey" Lisa says, eyeing Lottie, who was cataloging the various honey jars. She looked over at her acolyte, who had an uncharacteristic teasing smile on her lips, "Yes?"; Lisa looked over at you, who were arguing with some old woman back at your stall.

Her thumb pointed towards you, "You see that thing?" Lottie is a bit taken aback by Lisa's words. "Yeah?" your voice rises, "That thing?" the client starts to call you names. "Yes I see her" she throws compost over your apron. "That gremlin?" you call the old woman a bitch, "Oh Lisa stop, she's a bit messy sometimes but she's not a gremlin" your cute pink apron is covered in compost and petals. "...Sometimes" Lottie says, looking at your tired figure. "I better go help her..." but Lisa's hands stop her in her tracks, she leans up and whispers in her ear "She likes you".

Now, Lottie is old. Older than she ever realized, but throughout the years, some words and tones of voice always had the same secret meaning. Lottie moves back, a hopeful but scared stare in her eyes, "She...she does?" Lisa giggles, having known about both yours and her manager's crushes long before you realized. "Yeah, she does. As in 'like you', you know?" Lottie takes a moment to understand and walk to you, with the intent on telling you about her feelings once and for all.

But when she looks at you, covered in compost, smelling and tired, she knows that it's not the right time. She can't fuck this up. "Here, let me take care of you" she takes your hand and guides you to her tent, where Lisa is peeking at you both. "Change into this" she gives you some purple -heliotrope- clothes, "It's nothing, really" she answers your silent request when you look at her. Seeing you change -after finding a public restroom and having washed off the stench- in her signature color made Lottie's heart skip a beat. "You are beautiful..."

The third attempt was the one. You had gone on your own to Lottie, having decided to tell her your feelings. Lottie was resting, as no one was at her stand. " Hey... Do you want to go on a walk with me?" normally she would decline, there was always work to do, however...the marketplace had been emptier than usual. With the start of autumn and the sky getting dark sooner, people preferred going back home. There's nothing wrong with taking a small walk, right?

A small breeze blows on the streets, freezing the tip of your nose. You and Lottie are both silent, letting the sounds of the closing shops fill the air. The silence is not unwelcome, it's calm, it feels right. You feel Lottie's fingers tangle with your own, spreading warmth from your hand to every corner of your body. You are tempted to tell her, to tell her your feelings, but only silence follows. "You are a nice person, you know?" Lottie speaks into the space, and for a moment you think she's talking to somebody else, until you realize you two are the only ones who are walking in this street, having stranded far from the market.

"I am?" she sighs, you are so hard on yourself. "You are. You are beautiful, smart, funny. You are..." she takes a deep breath, steadying herself, "You are someone I wish to be closer to". She stops, looking into your eyes. "I want to be able to... love you" and that last part takes everything out of her, lungs left empty of air and heart hammering inside her ribcage. "Can you let me love you?".

You can't believe what she's saying. Maybe you've died and your brain is just playing fantasies to make you feel less lonely. "Please..." but the grip on your hands tells you otherwise, that you're here, you're here and Lottie just confessed her love for you.

Lottie is sure to have messed up, to have destroyed the only chance she had ever had to form a meaningful relationship outside of that place, outside of the compound, outside of her head-. But the voices stops once you kiss her. It's so tender, so loving that she thinks her heart will break. Happiness and tranquility flow through her veins, into her brain and heart. She touches your arms, any inch of your body to feel closer, her hands fall to your hips. She feels as if all the oxygen in the world won't be enough for her lungs to take in after each kiss, as if all the years in human history won't be enough to love you.

Lisa has finally finished packing. After a long day of work, she truly needs a relaxing bath at the compound. But neither Lottie or you seem to have come back. It's beginning to get late, the sky is already darkening and the way back home is a long one. She leaves her's and Lottie's possessions unattended and searches for the both of you, following the street you have walked down on. There you are: kissing together, street lights shining down on the both of you, shading you in amber colors.

A florist and a beekeeper. A match made in heaven.

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen react to you ignoring them for your cat

requested by anon: "hi best friend could i req an scenario similar to the puppy one u posted but with a kitty instead <3 thank u ily"

notes: literally speed wrote this lmao. the cat counterpart to the dog post i wrote somewhere

masterlist

seungcheol

literally does not care the slightest if your cat is the fluffiest, prettiest loveliest little kitten in the world. he is going to be annoyed no matter what. how dare you move your focus away from him to something else. sits there and pouts and whines for your attention to be back on him immediately because it is just unacceptable that you looked away from him for more than two seconds

jeonghan

trails off when your cat comes padding up to you, rubbing against your knee, and has half a mind to pretend to be dramatically upset that you're no longer listening to him but your cat is just. very very very cute so he just lets it be. definitely frowns and pretends to be angry once you finally look up at him though, and demands kisses as apology

joshua

your cat is fussing around in your lap while joshua is trying to explain something to you. instead of getting upset that you're not focused on him tho, shua just grins and clicks his tongue and makes all sorts of noises until the cat is coming over to him and within seconds he has it purring in his arms and carries on w his story, smiling smugly

junhui

it's!!!! a cat!!!! you have a cat!!!! :D honestly no one in the room is paying attention to what he's saying anymore. not you, not your cat, and not even him. doesn't even remember what he was going to say. sits there and pets your cat and makes all sorts of adorable noises like you're not even there and it's just him and the cat in their own world

hoshi

when he notices that you're not paying attention to what he's saying, he (gently) grabs your cat, holds it up to his face and says, "which of us is cuter??? huh??" effectively drawing your attention back to him. gets offended when you say your cat is cuter bc he's basically just a hamster. sulks. needs to be told he's the cutest and the cutest tiger otherwise he's not talking to you for the rest of the day

wonwoo

notices your cat before you do, starts ignoring you for the cat almost immediately. scratches behind the cat's ears, making it purr and roll over in happiness and you're just watching in shock bc one minute wonwoo is telling you something stupid that mingyu did and the next you're being ignored by your cat and your bf who seem to be engaging in some sort of telepathic conversation

woozi

just laughs as he watches you play with your cat who's getting all fussy and whiny in your lap. doesn't mind that you're essentially ignoring him, and definitely reaches over and asks if he can stroke your cat's fur too once you finally draw your attention back to him

minghao

your cat is essentially in love with minghao actually. he's still trying to tell you how his day went but your cat is pawing at his trouser leg and making those whining noises and wanting attention from your boyfriend (not even you???) so like. you can't really ignore minghao for your cat bc he's ignoring his cat for you

mingyu

is all "hey :((( i'm here too :((( am i not cute enough for you :(((" once you start looking a little too distracted while playing with your cat. you carry on ignoring him tho bc pouty mingyu is lowkey cute. laughs at you when your cat eventually gets bored while you're in the middle of baby talking it. gets hit over the head with a pillow for making fun of you

dokyeom

pretends to get mad at your cat. once you finally look up at him after being distracted by your cat, he laughs and points a finger at the cat in your lap, pretending to tell it off for taking your attention away from him, before his face melts into a smile and he asks with sparkles in his eyes if he can hold your lovely little kitten

seungkwan

sits there all annoyed hoping that you'll look back at him again but when it's clear you're intent on pretending he's not there, he's shuffling over and giving up on your previous conversation to ask you literally every question on the earth about your cat

vernon

just smiles and watches you, not even noticing that you're trying to ignore him, because he just thinks it's so cute to see you go all soft with a fluffy cat in your arms. you're smiling down at your cat so lovingly, and he just thinks that it's so lovely to see. asks if he can pet your cat too, falls in love with it immediately

chan

ends up just playing with your cat like fr. wiggles his fingers at the cat in your lap like it's a baby before eventually the cat pads over to him and it's in his lap and purring as he scratches behind the ears. you still try to ignore him to make him jealous but it doesn't work bc your cat is just straight up adoring chan so they're both simply ignoring you instead

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[yurislotusgarden]

Hiii lotuss!!<3 i love ur works they are so cute it makes my empty heart fill up w joy 💔💔

Can i request prompt 6 w chu, dazai and sigma w fem reader? If thats okay ofc!<3

Btw remember to take breaks and eat, drink and sleep well! :D

-💞 anon

ʚїɞ Separately! Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya and Sigma x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ The event

ʚїɞ word count: 1k

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ʚїɞ Hi 💞 anon! Thank you for the words, nice to know someone enjoys my works like that <3

Sun rays fell into the warm room, a comfortable silence and atmosphere, a feeling it would be a good day the moment you woke up.

You would call it a perfect Saturday for a day out, and getting up early to start to start your day while the sun has been up for not too long, and you would do so if it wasn't for a specific brown-haired koala clinging to your waist from behind. Really, was it too much to wish for him to be asleep when you wake up? Getting out of his grip is certainly easier when he's asleep than when he's fully conscious.

"Where do you think you're going, Bella?" But truth be told, his morning voice may make up for the inconvenience if you were to not lie to yourself. "It's too early!~" 

And here comes the quiet whining from the other adult.

"We both have work, Samu. We need to be at the agency in less than an hour so-"

"So it's plenty of time to stay in bed and cuddle with me!"

"I would rather be on time so that Kunikida doesn’t scold us for being late."

"He will scold us for something anyway. What's the difference?"

“I-”

You didn't have an answer to that one. To be fair, that's not exactly a lie, that Man can find any reason to scold a person.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“...”

“Who am I asking? Of course, you don't have an answer when all I'm saying is the truth!~”

You love seeing Dazai happy, don't get it wrong, but this was one of the times when you just wanted to punch that grin off his face-

“Honey.”

“Hmm?” He really thought he won if his face was anything to go by.

“*I love you but we need to get up*”

A displeased groan came from the man and you had thought you won when-

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean no, you wanna hear it in French? ✨Non✨”

You're so done with this man, and you still had to deal with Kunikida’s scolding later.

4 hours.

4 hours is the amount of extra time spent in bed by you, wanting to just stay in bed with your boyfriend as he had a whole day off for once. While it was lovely to have more time with Chuuya than usual, it was already 2 p.m. by that point, way past the time when you should’ve gotten up.

“Chu?”

The question was asked in a quiet voice, in case he fell asleep again since the last time the both of you uttered a word.

A hum was a response enough for you to know he’s at least conscious enough to have some sort of a conversation with him. Gently running your nails through his hair, you quietly asked “Don’t you think it’s time to get up?”

A quiet groan came from the man. 

“Nuh-uh”

“Honey.”

“Nooo…” His voice showed just how close to sleeping he was before you spoke up.

“We need to get up-”

“I refuse the offer, now go back to sleep.” But now he seems fully awake? Motherfucker.

“It wasn’t an offer- and it’s 2 p.m.”

Is it even worth trying to argue?

“Do I look like I care about the hour, love?”

“Chuuya!”

“Not changing my mind.”

No, absolutely not.

“I will change your damn mind when I-”

Soft lips were planted on yours for a few seconds to shut you up before pulling away. The ginger head raised his head to kiss you just to shut you up.

“Shush and don’t try to get up, we both know you won’t manage that if I don’t let you.”

But you will always try to argue anyway.

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly.”

He will never get bored of that blossom hue appearing on your cheeks. Never.

Sleeping in the middle of a million blankets may have not been the best idea.

Sigma has been overworking for the past 2 weeks as per usual and you decided that he needs a good rest, resulting in wrapping you both up in any blanket you found lying around. It was comfortable as hell, yeah, but the bi-colored-haired man had been asked to come down to the Casino for something and yet still didn't get up. Is it really your boyfriend or is it some imposter because you thought you would never see him ignoring anything related to his Casino.

You decided to speak as yet another message went unanswered. “Cotton?”

A sleepy murmur of “Yeah?” made it clear he was listening.

“You need to get up.”

“But I don’t wanna.”

A sigh came from you, and another buzz from his phone could be heard. You were pretty sure that by now around 60 different messages could be seen on the screen unanswered. Of course, that was the number of messages that came after he read the first one asking for him in the first place.

“Sigma.”

One word, and yet his head shot up from the pillow right away. You don’t use his name often, especially in that tone. “Did I do something?”

“Sigma.”

“What?” He was genuinely confused, was he that tired that he didn’t even realize what that message earlier really said?

“Cotton-” You were hoping to calm him down by not using his name anymore. “Listen, I love you, but we, especially you, need to get up.”

“Why?”

“Look at your phone.”

“Okay?”

Let’s just say that the moment his brain processed the 80 messages on his phone, he got out of bed with, what you would say was his record speed, literally speedrunned getting ready you had to help him with his hair and tie because this man would go out in bed hair and very badly tied tie and you managed to get him to take a snack with him since he didn’t eat anything yet.

Some of his workers found out it was you who got him out of bed and thanked you.

You did not answer Sigma’s question when he asked where you got all the sweets from later that night.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

[princeelectra]

love your blog, big fan of StEx and Electra.

but I had a question, sorry if this is like bad to ask or uncomfortable but what does Fictionkin mean exactly?

I tried to look it up but I don't think Google was giving me the right thing and I personally think I may be mixing it up with something else too...

but also like, this place doesn't count as an RP blog right? I hope I haven't been thinking of your blog all wrong.

I'm sorry, and I'm also sorry if this was wrong to ask about. you don't need to respond or whatever if I upset. sorry again.

Hello, anon!!

No, that's not bad at all - it's actually an AMAZING question! I think a lot of new people here must be confused about that too- ^^)"

Basically, that means that I have a bond so strong with the fictional character, I almost... Feel like him! Or at least a version of him--

Mmm... Let me try to explain better - "prince" is basically... My version of Electra. It's me, telling my life as if I was Electra myself, like a train metaphor of my life. It basically represents me as the person I wanted to be, as I use Electra as a daily inspiration and motivation for who I want to be!

It's not exactly a RP blog, since it's my blog... As a boring human being that I am - BUUUT I tend to post as Prince too, because being Electra makes me happy! :D

Sooo... I hope that helped a lil bit to understand what's happening here! And - Thank you so much for liking my blog and my silly train posting! Knowing that someone likes the stuff I post and recognizes me in a big sea of Tumblr blogs makes me soooo happy! Thank you so much!! 💜💜💜💜

[boiled-ginger-ale]

Hellooooooo!! ✨anon✨ here, though I believe you are very much aware of who I am :]

Wanted to say that you can draw amazingly!!! I love all of your art!!! It’s so good!!!

I actually also really want to draw Hermitcraft g/t but I’m not very good at… well I guess the g and the t part of that…. ….how do you do it? Any advice?

Also I just want to say I’m really really bad at asking to be friends but this is technically my way of doing that :D

Cookies? 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

-✨anon✨

HIII yes you cannot hide from me mootie lol

and thank youuuu!!! im always so happy to know that my art brightens people's days- it makes me feel all fuzzy; and we can totally be friends! it was kinda blood-pacted when we became mutuals so you cant escape now lol YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME

Ooohhh... advice hm? I guess the most boring but also most true is to just practice pose drawings? like, figure out how people bend and how hands grasp stuff and then... mush the two skills together. for example, I used to go on line-of-action.com and just do 30 second sketches of their pose library until i had a page filled up

another thing that's really important is ✨ perspective ✨

gotta make the small guys feel Really Small when they're put with the bigguns. if they aren't already directly touching the bigs, you can emphasize the difference with shadows or props or character placement. usually if something is further away it gets smaller, but if the thing is larger even with the perceived distance, it makes them look MASSIVE ex:

I don't know how much of this is actually helpful and how much is just basic knowledge but maybe??? The most important thing is just that you have fun making it, which is hella cheesy but progress comes in little steps and you shouldn't get discouraged just because you're struggling

thank u for the cookies <3

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #189

1. Greetings! First off, you people are incredible, thank you so much for the work you do, you are this fandom’s saviors! <3 Now, I’m looking for a fic I read a few weeks ago, I’ve already spent so many hours scrolling through ao3 I think I’m going insane. It was an e-rated fic, one chapter I think, and I’m pretty sure it was set in some kind of ancient time. The story was that Aziraphale had been ordered by heaven to experience ~earthly pleasures~, he didn’t really want to but ended up doing it with Crowley. It was kinda awkward cause they were bad at it, but it worked out eventually. It had bottom Crowley. I mostly read recent fics so I’m worried it might have been deleted since I can’t find it. But since it was set in history it could possibly be written pre-season 2. I hope you or someone who sees this recognizes it so I can stop feeling out of my mind! Xoxo - anon

2. Hi, I’m looking for a fic on Ao3 where Aziraphale accidentally gives Crowley a tattoo during an intimate moment. I believe the tattoo was a wing. There is a part where Crowley gives him a tattoo as well. I’ve searched but can’t find it😭 Thanks! - anon

3. Hello, my dearest librarians! I am looking for a fic which I've downloaded, but I don't have access to that hard drive anymore, and it's only recently that I've made a proper Ao3 account. I'm looking for a fic which I found in your "night at crowley's flat" subsection, but now I cannot see it? It's about the husbands, starting on a bus stop and they are drinking wine. When Crowley wordlessly asks for a swig, Aziraphale instead puts his hand in Crowley's. Long story short, they nap together ("oh darling, your hair,") on the bus, get to the flat, sweet dreams and cuddles ensue. There's a second chapter where they watch Wicked, the musical, and a third one months later where they are living a domestic life in the South Downs. "Lost the hard drive" sounds fishy, but it was a very sweet and tender fic, I just happened to lose my phone. I sincerely hope it isn't gone, but either way thank you so much for all you do and I hope y'all have a fine evening. Cheers! - @flying-desk-set

4. TW! SELF HARM/SUICIDE!!!!! hi! i lost a fic where az. was sh-ing and crowley finds out. there was dialouge in there that went like this- " 'Oh really, Crowley it wasn't that serious. I wasn't suicidal or anything.' Aziraphale knew he shouldn't have lied about that, because when he built up enough courage to look at Crowley, he was looking at him with a horrified look on his face." and then they hug and he's like "I've already lost you twice, dont you dare leave me again." thanks if you find it! - anon

5. Hello! I'm looking for a whumpy fic i just can't track down where Aziraphale and Crowley visit Anathema. While there, Crowleys being a bit of an ass (Think grumpy teen, bored at a family event). Crowley pulls out a flask and adds a shot of hellfire(?) to his drink, which Aziraphale then accidentally consumes. I THINK they give him holy water, and Crowley talks with Aziraphale on another plane. (Temporary Character Death?) Any help tracking this down is seriously appreciated. Thanks! - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[la-chacha-gris]

Hi. I read the comments you exchanged with the girl blogger you recommend in the post you shared. Can you explain the context and what links you to @la-parenthese-d-an-ghi? P.S. Thanks for finally telling us what the word in the blog title means.

Hi, I wanted to remind you of the conversation you're referring to. We've barely spoken, and it must have been when we were commenting on a post of yours that I shared. But I guess it's not important to leave a link so third parties can read what you're referring to. What connects us? Practically nothing, but that little bit, that shared essence, weighs like a million pounds...

She's a girl blogger focused on self-photography and has the courage to do it outdoors. I'm another woman who, I think, would never dare to do something like that, and I represent myself here taking on the image of a celebrity I admire for not conforming to what masculinity and the capitalist market expect of her. We're both united by mutual respect, and we came to blog because we have something to express about ourselves.

I, too, am pursuing a path, and not just by studying or sharing my writings and theories… It has to do with getting closer to my admirer, trying to embrace her courage and freshness (but I won't bore you with things that are already being said in the pinned post links). As strange as it may seem, this consistency of a personal daily blog helps me, but there are other women who do things completely different from mine, and I appreciate feeling they're there, regardless of whether I speak to them or not. I find them valuable to me and to the world just for existing, as an alternative to the standard male blog that limits itself to collecting photos of their sexual taste.

She walks naked through natural landscapes, and I wonder how much the simpletons who ask me, like Anon, about my panties or the temperature of my vagina will understand how that's self-expression, and that's always art when it focuses on beauty and awakens emotions. It doesn't have to be recognized by critics or exhibited in a gallery to be groundbreaking art; its purpose is fulfilled when she makes art that expresses herself. Similarly, my friend @knifeprincesss works in another field, showing off with weapons in close-up shots and studying how the mechanisms and myths (phantasmagoria) that make women special when they show off their weapons, and another mutual friend of ours could be joking and making memes, but she'd dedicate the answer to a very long ask to talk about forgotten humanity and the inner pain of InCels.

What connects me to them has been said, and I don't want to call these alternatives we are "diversity" because it's a word practically hijacked by hegemonic or institutional Spanish feminism, imported from the US, and often guilty of being white college girls and anti-porn. Diversity isn't imposed; there's no conspiracy to force it onto your Tumblr feed or into your movies or TV shows. That we're not all the same or want the same thing is a fact. And it's only fair that we can make and appreciate art that some only appreciate for its nudity or sexuality. Neither women nor women's blogs have a single voice or say the same thing, and the fact that we can have blogs that are different from the majority, I think, enriches the entire Tumblr ecosystem. So I'm grateful for their existence because I feel less weird and alone here, and when I find an excuse, I promote them.

I'll sign off by emphasizing something already said, but which WE NEED to be clear about: I have no problem with porn blogs per se. Making alternatives and diversity visible isn't about taking anything away from anyone, but rather about sharing a space and offering a different option to anyone who might be interested. That's what we do, as the simpletons allow us to misunderstand in their own way, harassing us in their belief that we're looking for something other than self-expression, truth-finding through research, or beauty through creation. Thank you for your question, which has allowed me to write this love letter, which is chaste in its own way.

[lily-alphonse]

Heyo! For the rare ships, may I ask for Shane/Leah please and thank you :D (also again so sorry for the cryptid af anon ask I sent originally!!)

I HAVE AN IDEA FOR THIS ONE (also for anyone wondering the cryptic thing is about the 1.6 spoiler ask, nothing shady lol)

Leah headcanon is that she runs away from her problems (Like, you know, leaving her fiance in the city). As soon as something gets too serious/boring/stressful whatever she's out. But she is very kind and friendly and does seek to make friends in her new town, including Shane.

He's off-putting. She gives him space at first. But they are neighbors and see each other at the saloon quite often. Some nights when Elliott doesn't join her she will sit beside Shane. If he is having a decent day he'll even entertain small talk. Other times he tells her to fuck off, and she does.

Basically I think she should go quite hard into trying to crack Shane and she does, he starts warming up to her. But then things start to get serious, maybe he reaches for her hand one night when they're walking home, and suddenly Leah starts to distance herself. It's not even that she doesn't want something with Shane. It's the fear that she does want it.

It goes at odds with what she promised herself, that she was going to be independent and live her life like she wanted, and it brings back all of the nasty indecision she had with her ex. On top of it all though is the immense guilt. Shane leans on her now. She wanted that and she got it. What happens when her support gets pulled out from under him? Should she blame herself if he spirals because of her?

This could go so many ways. Maybe he does spiral and it culminates in his big event. Maybe she is there to help him, or maybe she decides to run again, and its only when she's about to leave that Shane calls her out on HER problematic behavior for once.

I think I prefer that. Shane doesn't spiral. He recognizes that Leah is flawed in her own way and does for her what she did for him.

Shane is perceptive. He's noticed the walls she keeps around herself. She is never in a bad mood. No one is never in a bad mood. But she does disappear a few days at a time, here and there. She doesn't talk about her past. She will listen to people vent all day but when it comes to talking about her feelings she is always just fine.

He gives her a bit of tough love. "It's fine if you don't want to be together, I accept that obviously, but you can't keep living like this Leah. You have to let somebody in. You can't keep running. What kind of life is that?"

And they have a big old fight where she finally lets out all the nastiness she's been pushing down. Because Leah has been putting up with his nastiness for months he just takes it. When she's done shouting, breathing heavy and crying she's like fuck it and they have a sloppy rough makeout session where they're pushing things off of counters n stuff teehee

Inspiration for this idea came from "I Can't Make You Fall In Love Again" by Glass Animals, not the plot of the song but specifically these lines

Freedom at last, I know you wanted it But freedom don't last when you've got no one left, hm?

So yeah I really like this one I think it'd be dramatic and fun.

It has been a few days since I posted one of these but yes I am still going! Just have some things in my life making it difficult rn but still rolling, feel free to send your asks!

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

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[xoxoxoz]

can i request minju x f!reader smut plz? g!p minju 😮‍💨 it goes like this, it was late at night and you ask minju (your gf) to hang out at your house since you are bored but, when watching a movie together you decided to get a lil naughty 😈 by sitting on her lap which yk that she gets hard easily and then lets just say yall fuck on the sofa in the living room for what felt like an eternity 🤥🤥 thanks hon 😘

Thanks for the request, Anon! It got me giggling🤭

⚠️: g!p Minju, smutty, non idol au, couch sex, unprotected sex

A/n: she’s so pretty T-T

It’s been a day since your parents left for their 2 month business trip and you wanted to spend it all by having Minju with you.

Your parents absolutely adored your girlfriend not only because she was a hard working engineering student/part time barista, but also because of her gentle personality.

It was normal for Minju to visit or sleepover at your house and she’d find a way to spend equal time with your parents too. She would help your dad with house renovations (an advantage to see your girlfriend’s muscles) and she would buy your mom flowers whenever she passed by a florist.

So in saying that, they were more than happy to have Minju live in the house for the 2 months.

“Baby, I’m here” You heard her soft voice from the front door.

You placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before skipping over into your taller girlfriend’s arms. She greeted you with multiple kisses to your face and lips. “Missed me?”

“You have no idea” You smiled.

Minju quickly removed her shoes and chucked her car keys to the side. You dragged her to sit on the couch with you on her lap.

“What movie this time?” Minju asked and caressed your hips.

“Spider-Man. Does that sound good?”

“Anything is good as long as you’re here”

Little did she know was that you did not want to watch the movie. It was an excuse to use your sexually frustrated self by riling her up and getting your guts rearranged.

Sadly due to Minju’s studies and long shifts, you two didn’t have sex for a while. You’d only reach the making out stage before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

You weren’t gonna back out this time.

The movie was already 20 minutes in and you stopped feeding Minju popcorn to ‘adjust’ your sitting position when really you just wanted to rub your ass all over her clothed dick.

“Sorry, a bit uncomfy” you scrunched your nose at her while pressing yourself a bit harder against the growing boner.

“D-Don’t do that” you heard her hiss while holding your waist tighter.

“Comfy now. Just need more snacks” you said as you bent down to slowly grab more popcorn.

Minju’s breath hitched when she caught a glimpse of your white lace panties and the end of your back tattoo. It was enough for her to give in to her animal brain and roughly pull you back into her lap.

“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?” She growled in your ear.

“And what if I am?”

She responded with a playboy smirk because she knows this challenging attitude of yours was gonna disappear within seconds.

“On your knees, baby” she quickly kissed your lips and pushed you to the ground.

As you looked up at her, Minju rested her hands behind her head and leaned back comfortably, jutting her crotch at you. “You know what to do”

Nodding, your hands flew to her sweatpants and yanked them off, revealing grey boxers with a huge tent underneath. She arched a brow at you.

“Go on. Won’t cum with you staring at it”

You were quick to remove her boxers before holding her long shaft and slowly sinking your mouth over it. Minju sucked in a sharp breath and tangled one hand into your hair.

“Ahh yes..”

Your clit throbbed at her low grunt, encouraging you to move your head faster, jerking off the length you couldn’t reach. Minju was finding it hard to remain composed as her hips began thrusting up, letting the leaking tip reach the back of your throat.

Being with Minju all these years had improved your gag reflex which made the sex much more enjoyable.

“Fuck baby, like that”

While your one hand continued stroking part of her cock, the other ran across her abs, feeling every bump and curve of the strong muscles. You gripped at it lightly as Minju began thrusting faster, giving you less time to breathe but you didn’t wanna disappoint her so you swirled your tongue around.

And it drove your girlfriend absolutely crazy

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” she grunted one last time before releasing strings of cum down your throat.

You pulled away with a cough, your drool soaking your chin which you wiped away with the back of your hand. Despite being out of breath, you smiled up at your panting girlfriend and stroked her cock again, seeing that it got hard instantly.

“Was that good enough, babe?”

She bent down to grab your neck and shove her tongue in your mouth, moaning at the mixed taste of her own cum. Minju pulled away and caressed your lips with her thumb. “Always perfect. Take off your clothes, baby”

You stood up and got rid of your home fit, throwing it carelessly behind the couch while Minju stripped out of her hoodie and shirt.

She got you to sit on her lap again, facing her this time and making you hold onto her shoulders. “I forgot to bring a condom, baby”

“I love it raw anyways”

“Do you have the pills?”

“Yeah but I’ll take it later, come on, fuck me already” you whined.

Minju rubbed your waist and allowed you to lower your entrance onto her standing dick. She kissed at your collarbones out of comfort, seeing you scrunch your face in pain.

“O-Oh my god, Minju”

She hushed your whines with more soft kisses across your face, feeling you fully take her entire size. “Sorry”

“Fuck, did you get bigger?” You hissed and looked down, a bulge had formed in your stomach.

“It’s just been a while since we’ve done this. Take your time, okay?”

You hid your face into her neck and slowly rocked your hips, the stinging pain started to slowly disappear and replaced with needy pleasure.

“Oh Minju-ah”

“That’s it, baby. You’re riding me so good” she whispered in your ear and kissed at your lobe.

“Feels so good, Minju-ah. I wanna cum so hard on your cock”

She hummed at your cries and grabbed your plump ass while she adjusted her sitting position, holding you still to thrust her hips up. Your back arched and your eyes rolled back, giving Minju the opportunity to suck on your neglected tits.

“H-Holy fuck, Minju!”

The taller girl moaned into your chest. “I love your pussy, baby”

“Faster! Wanna cum!” You screamed.

Minju flipped the position so you were now laying on your back. She wrapped your legs around her waist and held onto the back of the couch with one hand. Minju started to pound roughly into your desperate cunt, her pelvis turning red from the impact.

You cupped her jaw and pulled her down for a French kiss, sucking on her tongue as she drilled impossibly deeper. “Ruin my pussy, Minju-ah. Fill me up” you blabbered against her lips.

“Ah Y/n!” She grunted and looked deeply into your eyes as she continued moving her hips.

Your pornographic expressions were tipping her over the edge but you were her priority. She bit down onto your neck and looked down to watch her cock destroy you.

“Fuck I’m cumming! Minju-ah! Oh Minju!” You clawed her back and cried.

Seeing a ring of white cum coat her cock was enough to fully twist Minju’s stomach. She gripped tightly on the couch and pounded her cum deep into your pussy, moaning loudly at the sweet release.

“Argh fuck! Yeah yeah yeah” she panted in your ear.

She slowed her thrusts before pulling out, admiring your red cunt that was dripping an endless amount of cum. You didn’t get time to recover as Minju went on her knees and kept your legs separated.

“W-Wait, baby—Ah!” You screamed, seeing and feeling Minju lap up the escaping liquid.

Her hums vibrated through your body before she sucked harshly at your clit. “Cum one more time for me, baby”

You shook your head as the tears fell. “I-I can’t! T-Too much—fuck Minju!”

She continued sucking at your swollen clit, forcing your legs open when you were trying to close them. “Cum for mommy”

You gasped at her words, making your body shake from another intense orgasm. “Ahhh fuck! Mommy!”

Minju gave your clit one last kiss before moving up to kiss your mouth, caressing your thighs softly. “Good girl”

“Thank you…so…sleepy” you mumbled as you fell in and out of consciousness.

“Baby? Hey stay with me, let me grab you the pills and some water okay?” Minju held your face and shook it a little bit to keep you awake.

She took a bottle of water and carried you to your bedroom, sitting you down while she prepared the pills from your drawer. “Take this first”

You weakly swallowed the pills and drank a fair amount of water before Minju got you to lie down under the covers, quickly sliding in next to you. She put your head on her chest and rubbed slow circles around your back.

“Did I go too hard?” She whispered.

You shook your head and hugged her tightly. “It was the best. Thank you”

“I’m glad. Sleep now, baby”

“I love you” you mumbled, falling into slumber as Minju continued caressing your skin.

“I love you too”

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Ler!Sapnap Week Day 2/3 - Gym/Bet

woah….. two fics back to back????? who am i?????

this is another fic for @sleepy--anon ‘s ler!sapnap week!! this is a combo of days two and three, which were gym and bet!! you can find the original post here as well, so make sure you all go show sleepy your support and thank her for making this happen :D thanks again sleepy!!

truth be told i wrote this fic in like two hours after a random stroke of motivation, and i think it turned out pretty good!!! i hope everyone else enjoys it as well :)

lee!george, ler!sapnap, 1.7k words

enjoy!!

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“George. Planking contest, let’s go,” Sapnap said as he took a sip from his water bottle, his dry mouth grateful for the drink after his fruitful workout session with his friend. George looked up from his phone, switching the song they had on in the background and chuckling amusedly.

“What? No, not after we’ve already worked out.” George reasoned, taking a drink of his own water as well.

“C’mon, I’m hyped up still, just this one thing then we’re done.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“C’monnnnn,” Sapnap groaned, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You just know you’re gonna lose.”

“Right now? Probably. My arms hurt.”

“George,” Sapnap said as he leaned against the wall, tilting his head at the other man. “Humor me.” George rolled his eyes and looked over at Sapnap, eyebrows raised, the other man staring back at him expectantly. Sapnap knew he would never pass up an opportunity to prove him wrong. He let out a labored sigh, shaking his head in fond disagreement.

“Fine. But I’m gonna destroy you,” George taunted, placing his phone and his water on the table and turning around as Sapnap excitedly jumped into position at his words.

“Bring it on, cutie,” Sapnap teased back, both of them kneeling on the ground next to each other, ready to begin. They both placed one hand on the ground, George taking one last moment to straighten up the sleeve of his shirt and his messy, slightly sweaty hair from his workout, before letting out another soft sigh and nodding to Sapnap to let him know he was ready. “Okay, three, two, one, go!” Sapnap counted, and the challenge had begun.

It started off uneventful, the room relatively quiet apart from the music they had playing and occasional soft breaths or throat clearing noises from either of them, and it stayed that way for a little over a minute.

Then George got bored.

His elbows were starting to hurt, and his hips were sore from the exercises he’d done, and while it wasn’t enough to make him drop his plank just yet, it was definitely uncomfortable, and sitting in the same position with only that soreness to focus on was definitely not his idea of a good time.

So, he created his own entertainment.

He pushed himself up slightly more, arms straighter, and then leaned onto his left arm so he could pick up his right arm. He ran his hand through his hair again, testing the waters, seeing how long one arm could hold him up and finding that he was shockingly sturdy enough to keep up with it.

Which is exactly what he needed, so he could reach over and poke Sapnap right in the side.

“George,” Sapnap warned, voice stern, not reacting to the poke yet. Another came soon after, at the bottom of his ribs this time, and he couldn’t stop the small flinch it caused. “George.”

“What?” George asked innocently, but there was a smile evident in his words. He poked again, closer to the top of his ribs now, and he let out a chuckle as he watched Sapnap’s arm flinch where it held him up. “Uh oh. Seems like you’re getting weaker.”

“If you do that again you’re gonna be sorry.” His voice stayed sharp, and George bit back a smile as he steadied himself again. “I'm being courteous by warning you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” George kept up his innocent act, and delivered another poke to the spot right above Sapnap’s hip.

Whatever came next was a complete blur, happening so quickly George was genuinely convinced it might’ve given him whiplash from how dizzy he was.

“That’s it!” Sapnap practically growled, sounding downright predatory, and he grabbed George’s wrist and yanked him towards him, immediately throwing his arm around George’s waist and yanking him in his direction.

“OH– shit!” George yelled, and then he was on his back, wrists pinned next to his head by a firm, unrelenting grip and unable to squirm away as Sapnap straddled his thighs. “Wh– Sapnap! Get off me!”

“I fucking warned you, Georgie, this is nobody’s fault but your own.” Sapnap shifted George’s wrists, sliding them up above his head and crossing them over each other so he could hold them down with one hand instead, ignoring George’s loud protests the entire time.

“NO! Noho, no, let– let GO OF ME!” George fought, giggles already building up in his chest, pulling at his arms and kicking his legs out behind Sapnap. Suddenly, Sapnap dug his fingers into George’s ribcage, targeting the spot right in between them and spreading his fingers out as much as he could, covering as much surface area as possible. George gasped, his entire body straining as his back arched and he broke into loud, surprised laughter. “NAHAHA, whahaha–?! SAHAHAPNAHAP!”

“Yes?”

“STOHOHOP!”

“Nah, you deserve this,” Sapnap said nonchalantly, trailing his cruel fingers over to one side of George’s ribs instead, digging in all along the bones, making George scream and squirm around like his life depended on it.

“NOHOHO, PLEHEHEASE–“ George yelled, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back. He kicked his feet against the floor, the heels of his sneakers sliding against the rubber padding, the soreness in his body hitting him hard and rendering him weak as he attempted to free his arms and hips. “AH– I CAHAN’T, SAHAHAPNAP!”

“Boohoo, crybaby, you’re fine,” Sapnap teased with a pinch to his hip, making him squeak and giggle and try to buck his hips up. Sapnap giggled along with him, slipping his hand under George’s shirt to scratch at his tummy for a few seconds. George immediately broke out into soft laughter, his breathing becoming hiccupy when he couldn’t stop giggling long enough to take any air in. His face was flushed, only growing redder as he tried to hide in his arm, and Sapnap couldn’t help but coo at him. “Well, aren’t you just adorable?”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup–“ George grumbled, clearly embarrassed, and Sapnap decided to put him out of his misery and move on.

Instead, Sapnap pulled his hand out from under George’s shirt and immediately dug into his underarm, making George scream at the sudden switch and then burst into loud, hysterical laughter.

“NAHAHA, FUHUHUCK–“ George yelled, twisting his torso however he could, yelling desperately at his arms and kicking so hard that his knees hit Sapnap’s back every so often. Sapnap chuckled at his reaction, letting go of George’s wrists in favor of using both hands to attack his underarms, making George squeal again, immediately reaching down to grab at Sapnap’s wrists, though he was unsuccessful in his attempts to pull him away. “PLEHEHEHEASE, PLEASE PLEHEASE PLEASE, STOHOP– AH, STOHOHOP!”

“Are you gonna behave yourself?” Sapnap asked, and George was nodding frantically, answering before he even finished.

“YEHEHES, YES!” George pleaded, attempting to blink his teary eyes open but immediately squeezing them shut again, his nose scrunching as he laughed, fingers shaking as they held Sapnap's arms.

“Good. Say you’re sorry.”

“I’M SOHOHORRY! I’M SOHORRYHY!” George was practically begging, nodding in agreement again, as if that would somehow sway Sapnap’s opinion.

Sapnap would be lying if he said it wasn’t adorable, and he would also be lying if he said he didn’t want to keep George like that all day, laughing and breathless and thoughtless and helpless– especially since he knew damn well that George could take ten times the torture if he was in the right mood– but he took pity on the boy, knowing he was already worn out and tired and sore from the work they’d done in the gym that day. He pulled his hands back, resting them on George’s sides and rubbing his tummy with his thumbs softly, letting him catch his breath.

“Y’alright?” Sapnap asked, the subtle southern-ism in his tone making George smile through his leftover giggles.

“Mm– yeah…” George said between breaths, running a hand through his hair again before swiping them over his face, then letting his arms drop out to his sides. “That was so cruel.”

“You literally started it,” Sapnap pointed out, pushing himself to the side off of George’s hips and grabbing his water from the table for him.

“But I wasn’t gonna do that!”

“Shut up, you big baby, you know you loved it. And you know I could’ve done so much worse, so be grateful,” Sapnap scolded playfully, and George’s cheeks flushed once again at the accusation, a shy smile gracing his lips as he turned to the side. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, idiot, I see you blushing!”

“Shut uppppp!” George whined, hiding his face in his hands and curling into himself, both of them giggling at the situation.

“Alright, alright, I’m done. Here,” Sapnap patted George’s shoulder and motioned for him to sit up, handing him his water when he did so and sitting quietly while he took a well needed drink. “I’m fucking hungry, too, can we get food?”

“Bro nearly kills me and then just asks if we can get food.”

“Oh, yeah? I can do it again!” Sapnap teased, grabbing George around the waist and pulling him in, eliciting a scream from the older boy.

“NO! No, no, NO, fuck you!” George yelled, prying Sapnap’s arms off him and pushing himself away, his knees pulled up to his chest for protection. Both of them broke out laughing at that, and Sapnap just shook his head fondly.

“You’re so dumb,” He said with a smile, pulling out his phone and scooting closer to George, resting his head on George’s shoulder as he scrolled through the food options. The two of them made quiet conversation as they looked through the menus, cuddling close to each other as they did so, already inseparable, even after the events that had just unfolded.

The rest of the night was relatively calm– food was ordered, both boys were showered and in comfy pajamas, and they sat in the living room to eat with some random anime on TV.

That is, until Sapnap decided to try and steal a fry off George’s plate, and the house was alive with the sound of laughter once again, and George was able to get his revenge.