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kidovna · 5 months
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ineffable smooches for the soul <3
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annberr-arts · 1 year
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panel redraw! theyre so shojou
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actually i want to talk about lady some more so she's not mute by choice but she did choose to leave her throat more or less the way it is because when she thought about it, she liked the fact that random people can't have access to her voice anymore because she's a very private person and doesn't like sharing all of herself with strangers. the fact that they could hear her voice and demand that from her and connect with her in a way that felt too intimate to her was something she had always felt uncomfortable about
and she's very kind and loving and friendly but also currently prizes having her own space and controlling how much she's perceived and remembered by others so she's happy to have no voice
and she's happy to be disabled in general, sometimes
obviously it's not exactly fun to be disabled most of the time and she doesn't like feeling fatigued etc! it can be frustrating and othering
but she still loves her new, slow body because her old one was actively falling apart. and she's just relieved to be alive. :) it's really simple lol but something that means a lot to me
#& there are just unexpected benefits for her like the voice thing#i'm literally............................. just sharing key fic themes lol but that's ok bc it's still a wip and it might help me#come up with more ideas if i ramble & i don't want to emulate marvel wrt keeping everything in your story a secret honestly#but yeah 🥰 acceptance of being disabled is honestly NOT a very big part of her story.. one of her more innate and positive#traits is that she immediately appreciated all prosthetics and mobility devices and that's another reason she works#extremely well with big bonny; they both have a love of tools 🥰#omg i don't want to just talk about all of lady's lore in posts but it's fun#but lady has trauma from having a serious disease so coming out alive on the other end isn't something she takes for granted#she's been through a drastic change and instead of shame or grief about the outcome she loves everything bonny was able to do#to save her life. and she's definitely more empowered now for aideen reasons hehe 🥰 i think i'll save those details just for my fic#a lot of lady's story is kinda going to be about.. subverting some things quite pointedly like it's literally about lesbians having a#love story but some of it i *don't* want to feel very pointed or political or idk the word but like lady is just going to be casually#disabled basically! it just feels relaxing to have a story with very casual representation that doesn't feel.. forced is i think the word#lady is going to have a bit of a coming out storyline but she doesn't feel very much about having prosthetic limbs#& as she is literally a cyborg bc this is a fantasy story i thought it would be a little overdone and feel dehumanising to have her#experience too much of a processing period or worry about not having a 'human' body or anything like that#i mean she is also a. goddess but. well. that feels like a different thing LOL#but the cross between irl ableism and fantasy racism just pushes me in the direction of lady's body not being a big deal by itself#(lady is white in an ashkenazi way but i was thinking about science fiction tropes so that's what i mean by fantasy racism ^)#it just feels more uplifting to me that lady instantly accepts her body as it is in permanent remission#she's just kinda like. body positivity especially disabled body positivity/neutrality where she does struggle with fatigue#and she can't speak and she can't grow hair and stuff but she's accepting of those things bc it's just how she is and she's alive!#i guess one thing is that i did want to have a more pro-science vibe#being 90% robotic isn't realistic but i hope it's clearly all very representative of irl crutches and such; and embracing that#it might sound futuristic but it works well in harmony with Nature imo; it's just the natural conclusion to people making tools even#more precise in order to improve quality of life & manmade creations aren't antithetical to nature Or make you 'weak' :3#lady says ecofascism and ableism suck 👆 or that might be more of a big bonny sentiment but anyway
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twobeesinatrenchcoat · 7 months
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I just need them to like hug or something in season 3 idk
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umbrarkzoo · 2 years
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a little banner i made for the seven year nightmare
Its based on the very first chapter 
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july-19th-club · 2 years
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i think it's my own if-i-can't-see-it-it-doesn't-exist excatholic sensibilities but when it comes to the paranormal elements of yellowjackets i'm one hundred percent taissa. why can't lottie just be a kid lost in the woods without the means to control her mental illness, latching onto whatever feels realest in the moment? why can't the cultishness that later resulted not have been all of the other kids doing the exact same thing? reaching for whatever they could eat when they needed it? why does there have to be some creepy old ghost in a cabin when the human fears and exhaustion and needs of the characters are already carrying the entire plot easily? i think in the case of yellowjackets, like so many survival dramas, adding an extra element like that winds up overcrowding the story, especially when it's already playing around with how linear it is and juggling multiple dynamic characters and actors
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rakimaiirisa · 2 years
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hoshigray · 28 days
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hey!! I love you works=) Can I request a fem!chubby(optional)reader x gojo,where gojo is her mean roommate and after a night when he had fun with a random girl and reader couldn't sleep because of it she confront him and he shows her how much he loves-hates her (NSWF if you can,when I say love-hate I mean he loves her,but she is not afraid to attack his ego so he finds this quite annoying) I truly understand if you don't want to write and I respect your decision =) I just say to try my luck and see if you like the idea
lol well, I'm lucky to have time to indulge in this idea, so why not? hope i did this right...
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x roommate! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader can be read as chubby or not - implied mutual feelings/pining - kissing/making out - teasing - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and licking) - doggy style + missionary position - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - Gojo being a bit whipped for you - pet names (angel, baby, princess, sweetie) - implied usage of alcohol - mention of saliva/drool. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k
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“God, you can be such a fucking dumbass…Who told you to drink so much?”
“Listen–hic–I was just being the life of the party. Plus, gotta impress the ladies~”
“Oh, for God’s sake, just eat your damn mocha bread.”
Lying on the living room couch with you sitting on your knees on the carpet, tending to his drunken state, was not something Satoru Gojo had planned. It was supposed to be a chill night at the club with the guys – Geto, Nanami, and Haibara – yet he somehow found his way to the dance floor and danced like a rock star, drinking like a fish from taking up all the shots bought by all the women infatuated by him. What can he say; he could never refuse the ladies, even if he doesn’t like alcohol.
However, he’ll admit he might have overdone it and puked in the club bathroom for a solid 20 minutes before his friends decided it was time to go. You opened your apartment door to your roommate being carried by Haibara and Geto, the dark-haired men apologizing for the inconvenience at the late hour after dropping their friend on the couch and leaving you to deal with the tipsy fool. 
Although, with him dealing with the raging headache and horrid acid from the vomit earlier ruining his tastebuds, Gojo would say this wasn’t all too bad. Why? Well, now he has his cute roommate to look after him like they always do.
Although he feels a bit bad that you were up to see him at this ungodly hour, watching you sitting beside him and feeding him his favorite snack to ease his subsiding intoxication made him feel warm. The little pout on your face as you break apart pieces of the mocha bread to feed into his mouth, your gorgeous eyes examining him to see if he’s okay, and your cute pajamas comprised of an oversized shirt and some shorts. If it meant being treated by you like this, the snow-haired man figured he ought to get drunk more often.
The only problem was you nagging at him like he was a child, grabbing for his hand to hold the glass of water on his own. “Drink; I don’t want you puking on my carpet.” Yup, you were his roommate, all right.
He rolled his eyes while taking a sip. “You’re supposed to be talking all sweet and slow to me here because my head’s going at sixty miles an hour. Aren’t you supposed to be sympathetic to the weak?”
You scoffed. “Oh please, you are not weak; you’re just dumb enough to drink whatever thing some pretty girl gives you.” 
“Hmph,” He puffs at you, evoking your eye to twitch. “Well, maybe I should just go back to the venue and find that pretty lady who was dancing with me all night!” He takes a bite of some more mocha bread. “I’m sure she’d be nice enough to minister to my drunk self.”
That was a lie. There was a lady he was dancing with, the same lady who hung out with the guys at the club and had a good time with them. The woman was a wild and entertaining girl, Gojo will admit. But in all aspects, she was just there; she was nothing. If anything, Gojo wished that you were there instead of her. You were busy with work, opting to sit this out and maybe go with the guys the next time. 
And although he didn’t try to argue (outside of pestering you in giving in and coming along), he couldn’t get his mind off you while he was away. You were all he could think about, wondering if you were okay or if you remembered to eat dinner. Or just imagining you being with him, wearing something nice and letting loose around his friends – around him. Fuck, just visioning him and you dancing together would’ve been such a treat and probably saved his poor liver and stomach from all the alcohol. 
Instead, he’s spending the last moments of his late-night high with you, who should be sleeping. You say to him, “Would you?”
He draws his brows upwards. “Hmm?”
“Would you go back?” he now notices the look on your face, as if you’re going back and forth with something internally. “I mean, probably not because I’m sure whoever has to deal with you can’t feed you your favorite bread.” 
He hums, taking note of your expression and your fingers playing with the edge of his plate. “Why do you ask?”
“Because Nanami called me earlier when you were getting a little too wild, like, five shots in,” The number throws the man in a whirlwind; damn, I had more than five? “And he told me you were so tipsy and touchy that you couldn’t stop asking about me. Like, ‘Where’s Y/n’ or ‘Man, I wish Y/n was here; they love this song.’” 
Did I say that? “I said that?” A curt nod is given to Gojo, and he presses his lips to a thin line. Ah, shit. 
“All I’m saying is,” you continue with a pout. “It would be pretty scummy of you to say you’d wanna hang with another woman and then turn around and worry about me, for whatever reason.” 
Sky-blue eyes observe yours downcasted to the plate with the sweet bread. He couldn’t ignore how cute you avoided his gaze — it’s what prompted him to say this: “…There is a reason.”
“Hmm?”
“I didn’t worry about you for nothing,” you watch the white-haired man bring his upper body up from the couch with his elbows. His face is now a foot away from yours, close enough for you to see the earnest glint in his eyes under the soft, warm glow of the ceiling lighting. “Nothing is for ‘whatever’ reason if it’s with you.”
Your brows furrowed together, eyes avoiding Gojo’s gaze. “What could that reason be, I wonder. You’re just saying that so I can stop being up taking care of—“You couldn’t finish that sentence; how could you when Gojo brought a hand to your chin and prompted you to look back at him? Azure eyes pierced right into yours; it made your heart skip, and your body dare not to move.
“You want me to prove you wrong?” He asks with a neutral expression, hard for you to gauge what’s on his mind. You know him; he likes to poke fun or try to get you riled up. So, this shouldn’t be any different (aside from him holding your chin).
You huff, “Go ahead.”
And it was there where you should’ve chosen your words carefully.
“Khaaa! Ohhh! G–Gojo, stop…! Y’r fingerss—Ahhaaa!”
“Aht, aht, don’t do that, angel. Open those legs up for me…Fuck, you’re so cute…Mmm”
It took you aback when Gojo stood up from the couch, took your hand, and walked you from the living room to his room. Confusion on your part turned into immediate shock when he brought you into a kiss. With wide eyes and thoughts going at a million miles per hour, you instinctively tried to brush him off you. But one kiss turned into two, and two kisses turned into three. And before you know it, you sink into the feel of his pillowy lips, a leg situating between yours while your hands come around his neck.
And the surprises don’t stop there; Gojo then hoists you up — yes, picks you up! — and brings you to his bed to continue laying his lips on you. Your shaky moans resulted from his kisses trailing from your chin to your collarbone, the humps of his lower half chafing the groin of your shorts. The twitch of your chasm happens involuntarily — how embarrassing! Especially when he distracts you by claiming your lips again so he can pull down your bottoms and panties.
And that’s how we end up here, you crying out for him as he kisses and nibbles on your ear while his fingers play with your wet folds. “—Ahahhnn!! G–Gojo, no..! Not there…Hnnfff…!”
“You say that, but you’re not letting my fingers go, huh.” He chortles before kissing your cheek, stuffing his middle finger to aid his forefinger in scraping your inner walls. The wails that escaped your lips were so unlike the stern persona he’d usually deal with; they provoked him into wanting to hear more. “Damn, didn’t know my little cute roomie could make such cute sounds. Let me hear more, ‘kay?” 
Cute!? The adjective had your cheeks increase in heat with the twitch of your southern walls clamping onto Gojo’s digits. “Hoooh! Q–Quit playing with me, Gojo; just stop going so fa—Aaahhhh!!” 
From your protest, his fingers go even faster. And worse, he sneaks his thumb to your clitoris, where he shocks your body with swipes and grinds to the delicate pearl. Too fast for you to chew on your lip to shield the creams, “Hey now, I said call me by my name.” He looks at you with flushed cheeks and soft, hooded eyes — way too late to blame the alcohol for such effects. But you can see the passion that’s burning inside those blue orbs of his. “Don’t be stubborn on me, pretty girl. What’s my name, Y/n?”
God, first cutie, now pretty girl; how many names was he gonna call you to drag you deep into your pool of embarrassment? “Haahhh, Satoru, please,” your body jerks to the jabs of his fingers hitting inside you. 
“Heh, good girl. My little angel…” Gojo kisses you again, sucking on your tongue with a teasing vigor before lifting your shirt to display your body to him in its whole form. Your breasts spill open for him to claim a nipple into his mouth for a quick suck. He then travels down your abdomen, playfully nibbling on your soft skin and flesh for you to jerk. His hands massage your inner thighs after spreading them further. 
His face then comes down to your bare cunt, blowing on it to make you squirm. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to look at you for so long. You made such a gorgeous mess for me.” 
“Go fuck yourself, Gojo,” you peer down at him, only for him to beam with a mischievous smile. Damn, you cursed his dimples for making him look like a childish bastard!
“No thanks, I’m more interested in fucking this cute thing.” He snickers to himself before descending further in between your legs and having you gasp sharply at the feel of his lips on your slit. His tongue swishes between your folds and sucks in your leaking substances for him to savor, the wet muscle teasing its entrance of your vagina before inserting inside.
You almost choke on your spit, crying out for him to stop and trying to close your legs. But that proves worthless, Gojo’s hands holding them to your chest for him to feast on you properly. You’re forced to accept the laps of his tongue, and it has your ears ringing with the obscene sounds coming from the commotion.
“—Ohoo!! Satoru, stop!!” You bring a hand to his head to grab a tuff of his snow-white hair. It does nothing, only making him eat you out even more unsteadily.  His nose occasionally bumps into your clit, your other hand gripping the sheets. “Stooop it, I’m gonna cummm, if you keep….!”
“Go ahead, baby,” he withdraws his mouth, slipping his fingers back inside you to massage euphorically. Your eyes roll up when he licks on your clitoris. “Let’s see my pretty angel be messy for me.” 
You couldn’t prevent yourself from following his command even if you wanted to, the fingers and his wet muscle all doing their part in making sure you give in. And so you do, releasing the reins to let your orgasm overcome you, clamping onto his fingers as it pass through your body through the shocks and your erotic howls. 
And Gojo eats you up through your sensitive nerves and all, his hands not letting you writhe out of this as he stuffs his face into your cunt. Your body jolts with every passing shock until it relaxes. And even then, Gojo still carries a naughty grin when lifting his face and licking his digits. “Look at that, princess. Making my fingers all pretty.”
The display made your ears hot. “Don’t play with it like that!”
“Why, I’m gonna play with you a whole lot more, anyway,” he says while kissing your thighs. He surprises you with a bite, making you huff in surprise. “Gonna play and mark you all mine all night long.”
And he was not lying. Everything happened so fast; one moment, you’re lying on Gojo’s bed with him, eating you out until you come from his mouth two times. The next moment, your pajamas are stripped off you and thrown to the floor along with his. 
“—Noohhh!! Ohhh, fuuuck, ahh, ‘Toruuu, yer goin’ too fast…! Slow down!!”
“Hnngh! Ahhhh, easy for you to say with you gripping on me like crazy…Holy shiiiit, you feel so good…”
Now, you two in the nude are fucking like animals. The hour is way past late for noises to disrupt your neighbors, yet here you are on Gojo’s bed with your face down to the sheets and your ass propped up for him to drill his length deep inside you. He’s caged you beneath him, his strong arms on either side of you while his hips thrust into your plump ass and thighs. The sounds of the action were so raunchy to the ears, something straight from a porno.
The two of you have been going at it for about two previous rounds; your body is already sensitive and sweaty from this. You want to be tired – your mind is trying to tell you you’re exhausted. However, it’s impossible to think of anything else with Gojo hammering his dick into you like no tomorrow. Excessive come leaks from your cunt down your thighs, a white ring forming around the base of his shaft — evidence of your sexes union. 
“Ohhh Jesus, this ’s too much…Nnnphh!” The clap of your ass smacking onto Gojo’s pelvis made you sheepish, sinking your face further into the sheets to try and conceal your cries. But that’s not working when the tip of his cock grazes your velvety walls in such a precise motion that you almost choke on a sob, drool coming down your mouth. “Oh God, right there, ‘Toruuu…”
The white-haired man observes from above, examining your round ass and body jerk from his movements. Fuck, you looked so fucking sexy like this under him, wailing out from him being able to make you feel so good. It strokes his ego so badly, but that’s what happens when he’s finally proving to you how much he’s wanted your body like this. Your erotic body, your adorable mewls, and your amazingly tight cunt clenching on him as if you don’t want to let him go — it all makes his head pound, and his strokes smack on your harsher.
“Shiiiit, I’m so close…” He moans with a cold sweat that rolls down to his chin and hits the skin of your trapezius. Gojo then decides to switch things up before his evident release comes knocking. “Hey, sweetie. Let me see that pretty face of yours.”
You were already maneuvered to face him before he could finish that sentence, your front forced to be seen in his gaze. Your half-lidded orbs locked in with Gojo’s as he bucks his hips to you during missionary. Oh, what an intimate position! 
“Hic—Don’t look!” You say while putting your hands up to his face – accidentally hitting the bottom of his chin, taking him by surprise – not wanting him to see your disheveled and messy self under his observant eyes. 
But that didn’t fly by with him, immediately grabbing your wrists and pinning them down. “Oh, none of that, princess,” his face descends to brush his nose against yours. “I told you I’d prove you wrong. So, how am I supposed to do that with you hiding from me like that?”
You gulp to give him a snarky answer, “Mmmph—You’ve proven that enough!”
“I don’t think so,” he chuckles lightly; fuck, he sounds so hot. “With you, there’s never enough.” He takes your lips with him before you can say more, grinding his hips onto your squelching chasm to scrape your sensitive spots to evoke your screams to be taken from his mouth. 
Gojo then snaps his hips into you at an unsteady tempo, the rhythm too fast to comprehend and catch yourself. The rough hits of his dick so harsh and sporadic, and your mewls are muffled by his kisses. Your hands go to his back, preparing yourself for the climax that rushes back to you for the fifth time that night. 
Oh, fuck, oh my fucking God! And it hits you like a slap to the face; your exhausted body trembles for yet another crescendo to crash over you. Your legs come around to Gojo’s waist to hold on. And Gojo’s not too far from orgasming on his own; the fluttering contractions of your cunt force him to give in and spill into you once again, groaning into your wet and puffy lips. 
The two of you embrace the jolts of your bodies in union, your lips glued to his as he kisses you through it all. And he drops his sweaty body on yours, the heat between you two sticking to your skins from the contact. A hand comes to the top of your head, caressing and massaging your scalp to further your relaxed state.
Gojo breaks the kiss with a soft sound, and a string of saliva sticks to you two until it’s broken apart from his ascent. He chortles, using a thumb to wipe your mouth from spit. “Well, did I make my point?”
You send him a tired glare, sighing heavily while your finger traces his back. “More than enough, Satoru.”
He beams, the dimples returning to blind you. “Good! Because I was thinking of going for another round—“
Your lips quiver with dread at the words, grabbing for a pillow and instantly hitting him in the head with it, not caring about him exclaiming in pain from the impact.
“Hurry up and get off me, you drunk, horny bastard!!”
But one thing was definite; it wasn’t the alcohol that Gojo was drunk on — it was you.
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© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – dividers from @/benkeibear.
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woodruff · 2 years
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telling my friends theyre hot is not enough i need a real flirtationship 😤
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aghostnamedcalamity · 26 days
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🎶 Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy 🎶
Felt like making something lighthearted and happy, needed some cheering up. x) think I might have overdone it, though lol. But! I’ve yet to meet a person who didn’t need at least a little cheering up! Hope everyone has a wonderful day ☕️🔸
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kyeomray · 9 months
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rise and go down on him
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pairing: kim mingyu x afab reader
content: established relationship, some fluff, slice of life, pwp, smut (18+ MDNI!!!!)
summary: mingyu is the busiest man you know, yet he always finds time to take care of you. so on the one morning he has time to sleep in, you decide to repay the favor. (smut warnings below)
word count: 2.3k
a/n: this is the first fic i’m releasing on tumblr…kinda nervous lol. I realize this concept might be overdone but I thought it was a good place to start and hope I put my own spin on it!! let me know if anything looks wrong with the format and thank you for reading xx
smut warnings: some kissing, dry humping, handjob, oral (m receiving), pet names (baby, babe, slut one time), cum eating, some pussy touching, tbh this is filthy sorry not sorry.
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you stir awake as large, warm arms engulf you from behind. smiling sleepily, you bring your hands up to softly rub along the length of them. mingyu grumbles into your hair and you let out a snort at how cute he is. you missed mornings like this.
being an idol, mingyu’s mornings didn’t typically start this freely. he was either up and out the door far before you even even woke up, or so exhausted he slept through most of his off days. you understood - with his grueling and inconsistent schedules - why intimate mornings were such a rare occurrence between the two of you.
despite his lack of time (and often energy), mingyu never neglected to make you happy and totally satisfied in your relationship. if he got food while he was out after practice, he always brought some home for you. he cleaned up after himself no matter how tired he was, knowing how much you didn’t like to do it. if he was too sleepy to dote on you, he would just suffocate you with snuggles until you both drifted off instead. and lastly, he never, ever, left you wanting or needy.
he savored every second of time you had together. his favorite was dragging you to shower with him whenever he got the chance. he would press you against the wet tiles and throw your leg over his shoulder, burying his face into your wet heat until your whole body trembled. he’d bend you over your vanity while you did your morning routine, being careful not to ruin your hair or makeup while he plowed into your cunt from behind. he would even finger you till you cried while you watched movies on the couch if he didn’t have energy for anything else. he always assured you it was okay. he wanted to pleasure you every chance he got. and you were so in love with him for it.
this particular morning, you woke up in a spectacular mood. it’s not often mingyu gets a few days off in a row and it’s definitely not often that you both get to sleep in together. the realization makes your heart flutter, and you bring mingyu’s big hand up to press delicate kisses on his knuckles.
you feel him stir behind you, the evenness of his breathing coming to a stop. he presses his face further into the mess of your hair, inhaling deeply. you giggle slightly at the action, squirming at the warmth.
“good morning, handsome.” you whisper, resuming your stroking of his forcep. he groans quietly behind you.
“mornin’ baby.” mingyu rasps. he still sounds exhausted, and your heart clenches a little. you know he probably won’t want to get up for a while, and not one bit of you blames him or disagrees. you snuggle back into him further, relishing in the way his arms tighten around you.
“missed this so much ‘gyu.” you sigh softly, letting your head fall back to the pillow. “missed waking up with you.”
“me too, angel. c’mere.” mingyu moves his arm away from you and pulls on your hip gently, and you can tell he wants you to turn around.
you do exactly that, shifting your body until you’re facing your boyfriend in his arms. you’re so close that you can feel his soft breath fanning across your face. you beam at him before burrowing your head in the crook of his neck. he smells so warm and good, and you don’t think you ever want to leave this spot.
you love mingyu so incredibly much, and now is one of those times when your whole body is buzzing with that feeling. he always does so much for you, and you want to start doing half as much. making him feel half as loved as he makes you feel (which is still a lot). you can feel the mischievous grin form on your face; you know exactly what to do and you have the time today.
you start off innocent; lifting your head up to place small pecks all over mingyu’s cheeks and nose. his eyes open slightly as a small smirk forms on his lips, and you take that as an opportunity to press your own against them. he immediately melts into you, sighing into your mouth and rubbing his hands along the span of your back.
you hook your arms underneath mingyu’s armpits, moving your hands up to tug softly at the hair on his nape while you lightly suck his lips into your mouth. he groans at the action, and his tongue is immediately prodding at your lips.
you part your mouth, his tongue quickly finding your own and swirling against it. you can’t help the small whine that escaped you when mingyu’s hands find your ass, groping and squeezing the soft flesh shamelessly (and as if he isn’t still half asleep). he chuckles sleepily at your reaction, and you pull back from him briefly.
“you’re kind of a pervert, you know that kim mingyu?” there’s a smile on your face, and mingyu decides to push things a little further, slipping his hands into your underwear and spreading your ass cheeks apart while biting his lip. you gasp, pressing your hips further into him. “forget kind of, you’re a gigantic fuckin’ perv.”
“you do this to me, baby. it’s your fault i’m so horny all the time.” you laugh a little at the pout on his face, and move up to resume kissing him. his mouth is moving hungrily against yours despite the tired state of his body, and it has butterflies erupting deep in your stomach. you yank at his hair again, rougher this time, and attach your lips to the cut of his jaw.
he sighs out when you throw a leg over his hip, essentially laying halfway on top of him. your lips continue their attack on his neck, sucking marks into his soft skin as you roll your hips against him. mingyu is groaning softly, grabbing behind your knee and hauling you even closer to him. your thigh is pressed against something hot and hard when he does so, and an evil grin spreads on your face.
pulling back slightly, you watch mingyu’s face as you slowly trail your hand down his abdomen. the sight before you is kind of hilarious, really. his eyes are still heavy with sleep and his hair is a mess on top of his head, but his cock is raging against you underneath his shorts. you giggle at the sight as your hand reaches its destination.
his breath hitches when you rub your hand over him, stroking the shape of his erection teasingly. you can tell he’s already fully hard, and you squeeze your hand around him firmly just to feel the way his cock pulses in your grip. wetness seeps past the seam of your pussy as you do, and settles on the seat of your panties. you’ve got a long and fun morning ahead of you, you already know it.
“so hard for me already, and I just started touching you, gyu.” slipping your hand under his waistband, you smooth your fingertips over the oozing tip of his cock, relishing in the broken gasp he lets out.
“mm—mhm, y-yeah baby. you make me so hard.” he grunts, and you can tell he’s already gone. already panting as you rub his cock, working him up till he breaks.
“you work so much, baby. let me take care of you today.” you purr against his neck, wetly smooching the flesh there before pushing him to lay fully on his back. his cock stands straight up in his boxers, tenting the fabric almost comically. you work down his body, kissing and licking down his stomach before you reach his crotch.
you decide to tease him further, mouthing his dick over the fabric of his underwear until the material is soaked through. mingyu groans frustratedly, but you can tell he’s still too tired to reprimand you. you continue your ministrations, sucking and licking the covered tip of him till his thighs are trembling and he’s whining above you.
“fuck,” he gasps out when you yank his underwear down just enough so that his cock springs up against his stomach. he’s already leaking so much, and you wrap your fingers around his shaft to feel the weight of him. “p-please,” mingyu manages, tears already welling up in the corners of his eyes. “please don’t tease me baby. n-need you so bad.”
“I’m gonna take care of you gyu, don’t worry. gonna suck on your big cock till you explode.” you emphasize your words by spitting lewdly on his dick, working your hand around him while the wet noises of it fill the room. his body noticeably relaxes into the bed, and that’s when you go to town.
your lips wrap around him, massaging them over his tip before dipping your tongue into his leaking slit. he cries out and his whole body jolts, making you smirk against him. you go back to work, taking him further into your mouth with each bob of your head. his cock is coated in your saliva at this point, and you know this is only the beginning of the mess you two are going to make.
you look up at him as you practically bounce your mouth on his length, taking in his fucked-out expression. he’s still panting, and small whines and grunts are escaping with his breath. squeezing your fingers around his base, you hollow your cheeks around him, slowly sucking up his shaft until you reach the tip and swirl your tongue over him.
“fucking hell…you’re s-so fucking good at that. shit.” mingyu moans loudly, and you can tell you’re gonna be so wet that your underwear stick to you like a second skin after this. you’re desperate to make him cum, feel his cock jump with each spurt, so you hasten your movements. jerking him off as you slurp around him, making spit drip down the length of him.
you unwrap your hand from his shaft, bringing it down to play with his balls instead. he practically sobs out at that, his thighs quivering with each pass your lips make over the ridge of his head. he starts babbling, and that’s how you can tell he’s getting close.
“ss-so good baby. ‘m not gonna last. so so g-good.” mingyu slurs, drool beginning to seep onto his pillow as his eyes roll back. you take him deeper, your nose nearly touching his navel with each bob of your head. he’s so big that you’re starting to gag on him, but you push through anyway. you can’t help but wonder what the room would sound like to someone else, with the way you’re choking and slobbering on his dick.
mingyu’s riding the edge at this point, just needs a little something to get him there. it’s a good thing you know his body like the back of your hand, because you practically read his mind. gripping his girth once again, you squeeze the base of him. your lips tighten around him, dragging your tongue along with them as you move up his shaft. mingyu’s balls are tightening, his cock throbbing as you suction your mouth around him. you mentally prepare to take his load as you lap at his frenulum, already feeling him twitch under your tongue. sure enough, he starts crying out, desperate and pathetic ‘ahhh’s spilling from him and increasing in pitch.
“mmh, gonna cum. shit, baby. g-gonna cum. I—I’m cumming—mmmph!” mingyu’s jaw practically unhinges in a long, strained moan, his back threatening to arch off of the bed as his cock jerks in your mouth, pulsing with spurts of thick cum that land on your tongue and the back of your throat. you swear he cums for hours, his knuckles turning white as he grips the bed sheets.
you struggle to swallow the large mouthful of his load, but you somehow manage with only a few drops leaking out of the corners of your mouth. you squeeze the last few drops out of him with your hand before laving your tongue over him one last time to clean him up.
his body jerks and he whimpers in sensitivity at the overstimulation. you place one last kiss on his tip before sitting up, knowing he’s had enough. you watch him with your hands on your knees, observing the way he’s attempting to catch his breath, his arm draped across his forehead. he manages a small chuckle as he notices you staring, cocking your head to one side.
“you’re fucking unreal. I hope you know that.” he breathes, making your cheeks blossom with heat despite the lewd acts you just performed on him. you know mingyu is spent, but honestly giving him head makes you so fucking horny, you’re worried you might have to rub one out in the shower if he has no energy left.
luckily for you, mingyu can tell exactly you need him (by the way you squirm and squeeze your thighs together), and he won’t ever leave you wanting. especially after some of the best head of his life. he motions you over to him with a lazy wave of his hand. “c’mere baby. wanna feel how wet you are.”
you crawl over to him slowly, situating your clothed, aching pussy straight over his outstretched hand. he hums in delight at the way your arousal immediately coats his fingertips, and teasingly presses them into you. you whimper shakily, practically keeling over as he immediately finds your throbbing clit.
“fuck,” mingyu groans. “fucking drenched. does sucking my dick make you that horny, dirty girl?” he teases, his sleepiness fading away with each passing second as your hips grind into his hand.
“y-yes gyu,” you whine. “need your cock so bad. please. please.” he chuckles at your desperation, pulling his hand away from your cunt and grabbing your hand instead and pulling you to straddle him.
“such a little slut. c’mere baby, ride my cock.”
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fernisfat · 27 days
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i was going to rearrange my room after dinner but i think i might have overdone it lol
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♡ Imagine Dom!Zhongli taking his frustration out of you ♡ PART 1
!● warnings: fem!reader, sub!reader, rough sex, degrading, also praising (lol), spanking, very smut, NSFW🔞 no minors or I’ll eat u alive
notes: ahh, i might have overdone it and wrote too much. Its gonna be in two parts!! Will upload it later lol, thanks for the request @minusn0thing
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Everyone fears when they see Zhongli being frustrated. This man was a solid rock even with his emotions. Always calm and collected but the past few days his work in Liyue was getting too much for the whole team to handle. His day wasn’t as he would expect it to be. Nothing went the way he wanted. Building up his frustration even more.
Normally a warm and nice tea helps him calm down, especially if it is done by you. Well, if you would actually be there to give him your self made tea with tea leaves collected from the wilderness of Liyue, but even if you were so stuffed up with piles of work. It was like the Archons put a wall in between you both.
Tonight Zhongli thought about doing something special with you. When he finally returned back from his work home, his only thought was to find you and pin you down. He needed you to be fucked nice and steady. But when he opened the door you were not there to greet him.
“Darling?”, he asked after closing the door behind him.
What a strange feeling. You were definitely here. Shoes and jacket neatly placed on the shelf. But there was no sign of you yet. He let out a sigh and looked everywhere, except the shared bedroom. When he arrived there, he saw you. Dressed up in the most beautiful night garnet, bending down, showing him your ass while looking behind you. “Zhongli, welcome home~”
It wasn’t hard to have heard people talking the past days that something was wrong with Zhongli. Not in a way they were worried about him doing something bad. People just noticed him being stressed out. You sucked this information in you and took it into your actions to help him get rid of the pent up frustration.
You earned a grin from him and dangerous glowing eyes with so much love to give you. “Oh… you I see. You want to be the good girl and let me do whatever I want to you, mhm?” With slow steps he came near you. “What if someone else came inside and not me? Would you still offer yourself to them and let them fuck you merciless?” Now grabbing your hair to pull you up to him. He had a very strong and firm grip, whispering into your ear. Almost growling in anger. “Tonight you will listen to me and make me feel good, understand? You're going to become my good girl”
You could sense his heavy breathing, waiting for an answer from you. And as the brat you were, you pushed your ass right to his hip and started grinding it. “Y-yeah, I will do anything for you tonight~” This was a very bold statement you made which he growled in response to your action. Tossing you to the bed and undressing himself. “I will make you beg for your release.” Which meant that he will now chase his own pleasure. Normally Zhongli would worship anything on your body. Kissing it like you were his goddess to look up to.
But as you pushed over his patience, it was time for the punishment. With a sudden smack on your ass, you moan out in pain. You didn’t expect him to be this rough to you. You definitely miscalculated how much stress was inside of him. Another loud smack on your bare ass. “You little slut… Are you testing me?”
In an instant you shook your head but before you could answer him, another hard smack landed on your ass. He continued to punish you with hard slaps on your ass until it was red. You started to whimper and cry out his name. “Zhongli, please! I am sorry, I will listen to you, but please don't be mean to me.” As he saw you started building up tears in your eyes, he immediately stopped and turned you around to embrace you. “I am sorry, darling.'' I will make you feel good, don’t worry, okay?” He kissed away your tears until you calmed down. His body weight in this hug made you feel his pulsing member inside his pants. Unusual of him, he did enjoy the slaps he gave you but was filled with regret after seeing you like this. Maybe he will think of another way for nicer spanks for you, so you could also enjoy it as much as he did. “I am sorry to have ruined the fun.” You pouted and started to rub with one leg of yours between his length. A loud growl escaped his mouth, before looking back at you. “You did not ruin the fun, I will take it slow.”
With that, Zhongli kissed you on the mouth. Asking with his tongue to enter you. After you gave him permission, it was clear how fast he took the lead. You were too weak under him, the way he was literally over you, arms beside your small body while he caged you under him.
The kiss started to get more and more intense. And with that, you never stopped to rub your knee on his bulge. He lets out a low growl into your mouth and stops the kiss to smirk at you. “Oh you will regret avoiding me all day…” He then lifts himself up to undress his pants to free his member. You looked right up to it. Impressively it was even bigger than you had in memory. “Lick it.” He saw right through your mind. Yes, you wanted to suck him so badly after seeing his huge dick. It was even leaking pre-cum! You didn’t hesitate and got on your knees to first give his dick a kiss before starting with little kitten licks. Slowly but for sure you took his tip into your warm mouth. With a low growl, Zhongli held you from the bottom of your head to push you down on him. It startled you a little bit but you were willingly opening up your mouth even wider so you don’t choke at it right away. “Damn… yes like this, you little slut.” You gagged a little bit but started to close your eyes so you could only concentrate on his dick inside of your mouth. You started to bob your head slowly since it was still a little bit hard when you felt his hand giving your pressure to not let go of him yet. He didn’t moan but had low growls coming out of his mouth. Seeing you like this turned him even more on. When he had enough of your slowing pace, he grabbed you with both hands and thrusted very fast in and out of your mouth. With wide eyes and your hands on his tights for stability, you moaned out. There was no way he would cum inside of you like this. For sure Zhongli wasn’t yet ready to cum but he was close.
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grimaussiewitch · 1 month
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I made a tier list about swearing in hermit fics cause for a pg server, writing their characters to swear is very interesting. Like dsmp anyone could swear, empires it’s feels wrong if someone swore (unless it’s a pg13 moment where someone gets to swear once) and hermitcraft it’s a mixture.
At the end of the day who cares how you write dialogue, this is just my silly opinions and if you do write XYZ swearing then do it, don’t let me stop you.
Tiers explain below:
Go loose/don’t care: could swear a bunch in the fic and I couldn’t care. Like swearing nearly every sentence might push it but honestly I don’t care lol.
Not overdone but I don’t care really lmao: same as the tier above just not as much in a chapter.
They will say worse words than fuck or shit: Scar would never say fuck, that doesn’t feel right. But he would say something worse or on accident. Aka you have something else they can say then a basic swear.
I guess??? Not really but okay???: I would be surprised and a bit confused depending on the context. Like if they have high emotions then pop off but a random swear in a chill conversation doesn’t sit right.
They would not fucking say that: as the title implies, not needed context.
Only the word cunt: She’s an Aussie it’s fine.
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moony-2001 · 5 months
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How I would’ve constructed the 10 year time skip
✨Brought to you by my deep loathing for Lore Olympus✨
•warnings: super long post (I’m not joking), death, kidnapping, violence•
What The Fuck Happened
There was so much potential for the punishment arc. We could’ve seen a lot of character development, fleshed out storylines, reconciliation between certain people. We could’ve seen both Hades and Persephone going to therapy instead of claiming that one therapy session has fixed all their problems and then never going again.
Instead we got horny Persephone, pretty much no clue about what happened to Demeter OR Persephone during that time, and an easy plot device (sorry Cerberus) for Persephone to be like “I’m a big girl now harrumph harrumph, time for me to go reunite with my crusty ass bf who I’ve only know for a month”.
I hate the way she reunited with Ares. Ares is just a bonafide creep throughout the whole comic (although I liked when he attacked Zeus lol). I guess what I mostly hate about Ares and Persephone’s interaction is, yet again, it’s another example of every guy in the comic going AWOOGA over Persephone. Also Athena’s design is so fugly. I guess Rachel is completely incapable of drawing masculine presenting women as actual women.
The whole Kronos plot line is stupid. I hate it so much. Imo the whole “the titans are trying to escape so they can rule Olympus again” is overdone and not particularly done well. The fight between Kronos and Persephone is lame as shit. Like what, she gets big for all of 20 minutes, burps out a bunch of bees (which aren’t even aggressive creatures), and then does her version of the Wuxi Finger Hold from Kung Fu Panda and has Tartarus spirit Kronos away, magically fixing all of their problems (except it doesn’t and nothing is actually fixed).
Also I might get a lot of flack for this, but I don’t think the addition of Morpheus’ character was necessary. I like Morpheus. I think she’s cute. But she’s a) slowly turning into another version of Hecate and b) not really vital to the narrative imo. We already have so many other characters and plot lines that take away from the central “romance” the story is SUPPOSED to be focused on. I just don’t think we need ANOTHER character whose arc is probably not going to go anywhere.
So yeah, overall very L writing, L plot, and L characters.
What I would do differently
The first thing I would change is that the whole punishment arc would be an entire season unto itself. You’ll see why it has to be a separate season.
The second thing is (and this literally pains me to say) in order for me to rewrite this portion of LO without rewriting the entire comic, I kinda sorta have to throw the entire timeline of Greece out the window. If I try to follow a timeline based on the history of Greece, the entire timeline of LO has to shift massively. I’m already getting a migraine trying to think about how I could possibly make it work.
I do know this: Instead of 10 years I’d do somewhere between 1,000-3,000 years. 10 years is a joke. When you’re a god, 10 years is a trip to the time out corner
For now, let’s just say (assuming LO takes place in the Ancient Greece era) and Ancient Greece spanned ~1500 years, Persephone’s punishment would’ve needed to have been established near the very end of the collapse of the Late Bronze Age, spanned the entirety of Ancient Greece as we know it today, and ended some time in the very early Byzantine era. So like what, 1500-2000 years? Fine. I can work with this.
The Famine
You know how the first 400 years of Ancient Greece was deemed the “Dark Ages” and it was a time of war, famine, and loss? I want to start the punishment there. It would make sense for what we know about the characters thus far:
Demeter has had complete control over the growth of the flora and fauna on earth. She’s the goddess of the harvest after all. But we also find out that while Persephone has been in Olympus, Demeter has also been carrying out her duties as the goddess of spring. Plus Demeter has been around for forever and a day. She knows what she’s doing
Persephone doesn’t (at this point in the comic) really have control over her powers. Even in her fits of rage, she ends up doing more harm than good (i.e. her act of wrath, turning Minthe into a plant, etc.). In comparison with everyone around her, she is a literal infant. I mean shit, she’s only been alive for 20 years compared to the fact that everyone else has most likely been around for a minimum of 500 years.
If Demeter is stripped of her status as a goddess (and thus her powers) it would make sense that there would be a lot of death and famine and war over territory/food. Persephone would be left with nothing: no guidebook, no how-to. Of course a lot of people would die while she’s trying to figure her shit out. It could also be a very interesting tactic for psychological warfare on Zeus’ part. Zeus KNOWS Persephone doesn’t know what she’s doing. He knows people will die. And he knows that since life is precious to Persephone (or at least that’s what she claims), it would punish her further.
We can see episodes of Persephone struggling to provide for humanity. We could have real world examples of the affect of famine and depopulation. We would see her struggling with her powers, her mental health. We could get an episode that explains how her hands got destroyed from trying to mimic her mother’s powers. We can see what the fuck happened to Demeter in Attica.
Now obviously things will eventually go on the up and up for Persephone and her compatriots. The whole 1500-2000 years isn’t just going to be one big clusterfuck. As time progresses and chapters pass, we could see real character growth for Persephone not just mentally, but in almost every aspect. Since she will have been alive at that point for over 1000 years, the readers would be able to see her newfound maturity. We could also see her build strong female support systems and strengthen her friendships, something we NEVER saw in the OG comic (or at least they never happened without Hades somehow being involved). You get the point.
What’s Old Man Hades up to?
I have big plans for Hades and none of them involve him going into a 1000+ year coma or getting possessed by his creepy-ass dad. He is an asshole though. I kinda wanted to portray him in this the way he is in the original myths (which for those who don’t know or haven’t read it, it’s not good).
So in Greek mythology, Hades actually had a wife before he even met Persephone or Minthe. Can you take a wild guess as to who?
Bingo! It’s Leuce. Contrary to popular belief, Leuce is actually NOT a home-wrecking POC version of Persephone (don’t @ me we all know the nymphs represent the lower class and POC). In mythology, Leuce was Hades’ first wife/lover and she died sometime long ago and I believe was turned into a white poplar tree. No she is not a cousin of Thetis and Amphitrite. She is not even remotely related to them. And Thetis and Amphitrite are sisters, not cousins. Do your fucking research Rachel.
Unfortunately, Greek Mythology doesn’t really mention all that much about Leuce outside of the fact that she was a daughter of Oceanus, she was kidnapped by Hades, and when she died (for unspecified reasons) she turned into a tree. Which means I’m going to be taking a lot of creative liberties for this portion of the post. Sorry to all you diehard fans of Greek myths out there. I shall try to do her justice.
In my head-cannon Hades and Leuce had been in an arranged marriage for thousands of years. Leuce was offered by Oceanus as a peace offering after the War and Hades, not really having any other viable options for a wife, agreed to take her to the underworld (much to her dismay). Over time, they grew to have a mutually loving/caring relationship. Unlike LO Persephone, Leuce was a good queen and she worked hard to make sure the denizens of the underworld respected her and that they were well cared for. Unfortunately, they got divorced because Hades starting having an affair with Minthe. Even though she loved her kingdom and the people of the underworld, she divorced Hades because she couldn’t stand to be around him, which, y’know. Fair.
A few notes: in my head-cannon, Leuce is still around leading up the the trial and punishment. Her portrait would still be up, we would see signs that Hades and Leuce still interact (more in terms of business, not romance), etc.
Also, unlike Persephone, Leuce would not take her anger out on Minthe or turn her into a plant or destroy her apartment. She would simply wish her good luck. She would be mad at Hades for cheating and for taking advantage of Minthe while she’s at her lowest. But I’m going to be straight up: even though Leuce is meant to be the better Persephone, she still has her flaws. She’s not going to feel inclined to help Minthe in any way. Would you want to help out the person who your partner is cheating on you with? The answer is no and if you say yes, you’re lying.
Anyways, during the Punishment, Hades and Leuce reconnect and Hades finds out Leuce is dying. He tries to convince her to leave the underworld and return to her father, but she insists that she is going to stay, even if it means she dies away from everyone she loved. She won’t abandon her kingdom, her people, or her ex-husband (although that’s much better than he deserves). They move in together and Hades begins to take care of her, even as she begins to deteriorate. They also begin to rekindle their past relationship and (with the help of a therapist) work through some of their past problems together.
Note: their relationship rekindles a couple hundred years into the punishment so by the time the punishment ends, they’ve been back together for a minimum of 1200 years
The aftermath and the Rape of Persephone
Before any of you go gaga over me for the title used above, the original title used for the myth is The Rape of Persephone (or if you want to be really original, The Rape of Proserpina). In the context of the title, the term “rape” means to be taken/kidnapped rather than having sexual violence inflicted upon you. Rape stemmed from the traditional Latin word “raptus” which means “to be seized” or “carried off”. Okay? Okay.
So after the Punishment ends and Persephone feels like she has thoroughly improved herself, she goes to find Hades and talk with him about their relationship. Mainly that she feels they rushed into it, and even though she does like him she wants to take things really slow (kind of like how she wanted before getting married 3 episodes later).
Upon arriving to the underworld/Hades house, her worst fears are realized: not only has Hades (seemingly) moved on, he has found someone else. Or rather, he got back together with his ex-wife.
Persephone freaks out (“who is she?”/“I’m his wife!”)
Persephone, throughly upset for getting her hopes up, flees back to mortal realm. Hades goes to leave Leuce, but not before she tells him that if he leaves her for Persephone, she will never forgive him. Hades leaves anyways, much to the absolute despair of Leuce, who is left wailing as he runs off.
Persephone returns home and finds Demeter and they hug. Demeter is initially horrified to see what happened to her hands, but is proud of the work she did during the punishment. Persephone cries to her mother about Hades, and Demeter tries to comfort her but it inadvertently comes off more as “I told you so” rather than “I’m sorry you had to experience that” (although Demeter is sorry that Persephone’s heart is broken). Persephone, already feeling incredibly emotionally distressed, lashes out at Demeter and they start to argue. This is when Hades arrives.
Hades sees Demeter and Persephone arguing and inserts himself into the situation. Persephone becomes more upset after seeing him and Hades (assuming that Persephone is upset about the fact that Demeter is getting in the way of their “relationship” and not the fact that Persephone discovered Hades went back to his ex-wife after saying he loved her) whips out the the “one personal question, no exceptions” card and proposes to Persephone. He insists that he loves her and only her and that they should spend the rest of their immortal lives together.
Persephone says no.
Hades, not taking no for an answer and not wanting to leave the mortal realm empty handed, kidnaps Persephone, much to the dismay of Demeter, Artemis, and the nymphs. Hades returns with a traumatized Persephone to the underworld to find that Leuce has died and turned into a white poplar tree. While Persephone is sobbing on the floor, Hades weaves a mock crown from the branches and leaves of the tree, places it upon Persephone’s head, and tells her she better get used to their life together.
Thus ends the season and the punishment arc.
Afterthoughts
Thank you for sitting through my ramblings. I officially joined the anti-LO community about the time the trial happened and had been wanting to make a post like this for a reaaaaally long time. Besides the fact that the trial in of itself was completely unethical (@genericpuff made a whole post about that) the punishment arc just really pissed me off. Like go girl, give us nothing!
Anyways, I may or may not do a whole timeline reconstruction of LO depending on how much I feel like offing my sanity with the amount of research that would have to go into that. Until then, I hope you like this post and look out for other anti LO posts coming your way :)
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misc-obeyme · 6 months
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i know there’s already like a bajillion solomon requests for the event so far but i couldn’t help myself but ask for solomon as well for the prompt "Please don't let go." 😭 i need me some angst with him💔
anyways, congrats on 1k!!!!!!!! i’m so proud to see you grow :))
Hello, anon! Thank you so much! <3
Um okay. I think I may have gotten carried away with the angst this time. I don't write angst very often, it's almost always fluff, so when you asked for angst, I was like yeah okay and then went overboard lol.
And so I feel the need to apologize in advance for the angst level on this because I think I might have overdone it. Please let me know if you were hoping for some fluff at the end because I could write a part two that fixes things lol!
Thank you for participating!
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GN!MC x Solomon with prompt "Please don't let go."
Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst
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You could sense the shift in your world, the way it seemed to tilt suddenly in a direction far different from the one you had chosen for it. You felt the change in the very air around you and it was heavy with melancholy. Every day, every hour, every task, every step you took was full of that unspoken something, the heaviest burden you had ever known.
Most of the time, it manifested as a low throb of pain, something you could live with, something you could work around. Other times, it reared up its head like a cobra ready to bite. You could see it coming, but you couldn't escape it. And the fangs cut deep, filling you with a venom that slowly seeped through every moment of your life.
Every time you looked into Solomon's eyes, that venom pulsed in your heart, running through your veins, building up and slowing you down.
There was so much you saw there that he never said. That he didn't need to say. Although you never knew what was really going on in that complicated mind of his, the truth of his heart was much simpler. The depth of his love for you was present in every action, every smile, every time he said your name.
You would never deny how much Solomon meant to you. The racing of your heart whenever he looked your way, the thrill of butterflies whenever he touched you. It was evident to yourself and to everybody else that you wanted nothing more than to give everything you had to him.
And yet, you didn't. Neither of you spoke what both of you already knew. You couldn't and he knew it.
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Solomon knew. He could see it in your eyes, in your aura. A depth of pain and sadness that he couldn't even acknowledge let alone try to heal. He desperately wanted to hold you in his arms, to kiss you, to tell you that things would be all right. But he knew that would only make it worse.
When he had arrived in the past and found you, he thought it was a chance for a new beginning. But it was clear from the start that you still held onto the time you had left. And back in that timeline, you had already given your heart away to a demon.
It had been a bittersweet situation for him and most of the others. Everybody had accepted your choice of course. They were happy that you were happy, even if it also meant that they had all lost you, too.
But here in the past, things were different. That demon didn't even know you anymore. You had confided in Solomon, telling him how much it hurt to have a version of him that couldn't remember loving you. Solomon had been prepared to console you. And even though he couldn't take away that pain, he was always there to help you with it when you needed him.
And yet, as time passed, as you lived together in Cocytus Hall, as Solomon found you coming to him for reassurance and comfort, as he had let you cling to him as you cried into his shoulder, he felt the way the world shifted.
Solomon was as keenly aware of what was happening as you had been. He could see the way the understanding moved through your eyes.
Now whenever Solomon looked at you, he saw it. He saw how you truly felt and he saw how you would never say it.
Solomon was so in love with you it consumed his every waking moment. He kept it in his heart because he couldn't show it to you.
And you were in love with him, too. But you were also still in love with the demon that you had left behind. And you held out hope that you would return to him, that you would find him again in that other timeline where he remembered that he loved you.
Every day, Solomon watched over you. He kept a distance between you as best he could, but he wouldn't let you falter. You needed him and even if you could never be his, Solomon would be there by your side to help you. If nothing else, you were his adorable apprentice and it was his job to make sure that you succeeded.
Even if it tore him apart.
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It was like an earthquake. A day when you found yourself teetering over the edge of the abyss that seemed to break open before you. Everything was too much, your heart hurt, and your mind was fuzzy. You couldn't focus, you couldn't think, you felt like you didn't even know who you were anymore.
You stumbled through the front door of Cocytus Hall, dropping everything on the floor as soon as you entered. You felt the tears stinging your eyes as you marched down the hallway, fists clenched.
You opened the door to Solomon's room.
He turned around and saw you, mouth open as if ready to welcome you home. You saw the moment he realized you were not okay. His eyes darkened, his expression fell, his hands reached out just a little.
You collided with him, gripping the back of his shirt as though letting go of him would finally drag you down into the depths from which you could never return. His arms closed around you, pressing you into him, his heartbeat hammering against you.
"MC?" His voice was so quiet, but not quite a whisper. There was a thread of something in it - pain or uncertainty or both, you couldn't be sure.
"I'm so tired, Solomon," you said, muffled against the fabric of his shirt. You felt the tears spill finally, escaping down your cheeks.
Solomon rubbed your back, his movements slow, almost tentative, as though he was afraid to spook you. "How can I help?"
It was a simple question and really it should have a simple answer. And yet the question itself only made your heart throb. Here was a man who loved you so much, his only concern in this moment was helping you. Even though you knew how much it must hurt him to hold you like this. Even though you knew that every time you relied on him, every time you turned to him, every time you needed him, it broke his heart just a little bit more.
You knew because it was breaking yours, too.
Was it worth it? Even if you made it back to your own time, would things even be the same? Would you find the demon you left behind in a tizzy because he didn't know what had happened to you? Would you find that he loved you just as much as when you left? Would you only end up breaking yet another heart if your feelings for Solomon still wouldn't fade?
Instead of answering Solomon's question, you pulled back enough to kiss him.
Solomon froze for a moment before melting into you and kissing you back.
Was it possible to feel as though you were exploding from both love and pain? Was it possible to keep on living after you had?
You wanted what you had right there in your arms. You wanted what you had before you left your own timeline. You no longer knew what you wanted more. You no longer knew which was the right thing to do.
And now you were kissing Solomon and he was kissing you back and it felt right and wrong all at the same time. You loved him, but you also loved someone else. Someone who couldn't remember you. Someone who might still be waiting for you. Someone who might be going out of his mind with worry over you.
You broke away because you couldn't take the tumultuous thunder of your own complicated feelings. You gasped, looking at Solomon, tears still streaming down your face.
Solomon knew. The minute you looked at him, he knew. You could see it in his eyes.
"Please don't let go," Solomon said. It was a plea. It was a prayer.
It was the tempest of conflict that swirled around you. It was the loneliness that yawned through you even as you stood there in his arms.
He said it even though he already knew and the truth of your answer dripped slowly down his face.
His tears nearly broke you, crushing you like a vice with a force unlike anything you had ever known.
"I'm sorry, Solomon," you said. But there was one more thing you needed to say. Even if it was the final cut that severed you from him forever.
"I love you."
Solomon let you go. When you stepped away from him, when you turned around, when you walked out the door of his room.
When you glanced over your shoulder one last time.
He was limp, his arms hanging uselessly at his sides, his mouth slightly open, his tears glistening upon his cheeks. He looked like devastation. And you knew that even though you had ruin in your own heart, you had left ruin behind you, too.
After the earthquake, the world shifted yet again. Both of you knew it. You lived separately together. A cold plain stretched between you. An expanse you both refused to cross. Solomon tried, but he could never truly hide how he felt from you. You knew him too well for that now. But there was an understanding, too. You had made your choice when you walked away.
Solomon was always there for you. Every day, he helped you get closer to finding your way back to your own time. Every day, he watched out for his apprentice. Every day, he even managed to smile at you.
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