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sunniskyies · 4 months

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𝐁𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 || 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: - 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your boyfriend Percy has been at camp all summer, and you’re anxious that he’s moved on since you last saw him 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: book!Percy Jackson x fem!reader 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Fluff with a dash of pining and a sprinkle of fluff !! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k 𝐀/𝐍: Take a wild guess who the woman is (>ᴗ•) ♡

You're picking at your fingers again, a nervous habit Percy always scolds you for. Your hoodie —his hoodie— is soaked through with rain, the weather turned bad now the summer is over.

You've been sitting at the bus stop for hours now, and resorted to pacing to calm your anxious thoughts. It's late now, 9 pm on a Friday. The only other person here is a beautiful woman who has failed to board a single bus in the hour she's been sitting there.

You're on your 467th lap of the ground between two pavement tiles when the woman speaks up.

"What ails you, my darling?" She asks from her perch beneath the narrow lip of the bus stop.

You glance over, hesitant for a second. Is this one of the monsters Percy has talked about? She definitely seems suspicious.

"I'm just nervous to see someone I haven't seen in a while," you say cautiously. The woman delicately raises an eyebrow.

"A boy," you clarify. "My boyfriend."

A smile lights up the woman's face, revealing perfect teeth from behind her soft pink lips. "That's what I thought!" She says, adjusting her floral dress over her knees when a single drop of water hits her ivory skin. She grimaces.

"Please sit in the dry, sweetie. I'll comb out your hair while you tell me everything."

You hesitate again, not wanting Percy's first job after camp to be saving you from a monster. But something in the woman's eyes calls to be trusted. And besides, your hair is a damp, scraggly mess. Do you really want Percy to see you like this?

Of course the gorgeous woman has a literal gold comb in the Prada bag she's stashed beneath the bench, and begins running the fine teeth through your hair when you sit down beside her.

"So? Why are you so troubled?" She prompts after a beat.

You sigh, shifting on the seat. "Well, he's been away all summer at— er, a camp. And, well, I dunno. I guess I'm just worried he's moved on from me," you mumble.

You glance over your shoulder as if seeking approval from the pretty woman. But instead of seeing the blonde ringletted, pale-skinned lady who sat there before, a stunning tan woman (who can only be described as a supermodel) has replaced her.

"Wait— Did you— Weren't you..?" You stammer, eyes wide. The woman just smiles, gently shushing you.

"No, dear. It's just the lighting," she replies.

You want to argue, jump up and run away. But something about her fingers on your hair soothes you like a mother does a baby. You find yourself relaxing, all worries erased.

"So why would he move on from you? You seem very lovely to me, dear. And so pretty," she continues.

You sigh again. "Well, there's this girl. She's gorgeous, I've seen Polaroids." You think back to the scrapbook Percy had shown you last year, a beautiful girl named Annabeth with blonde curls and sun-kissed skin.

"They're like, best friends," you deflate. "And he's really talented, and she is too. I'm just some boring girl from the city he met years ago. He's sure to move on to someone like her. Isn't he?" You fret, looking back at the woman again.

The woman —who now sports luscious auburn curls and crystalline eyes— gives you another sweet, motherly smile.

"No, dear. If I know anything about love," she chuckles, "is that it is not easily swayed by beauty or talent. Love is built on something deeper."

You spin around to face her, drinking in her words. "But what if he has found someone better?" you whisper.

The woman sets the comb aside and clasps your hands with hers, her gaze locked with yours. "My dear, there will always be other people who come and go in our lives. But true love is irreplaceable. If Percy truly loves you, he will see you uniquely and fully— as you."

You nod understandingly, and it’s only later that evening that you realise you had never told her Percy’s name.

Suddenly, your intent gaze is pulled away by the sound of an approaching vehicle, and you watch as a shoddy public bus pulls into the stop with a 'splash' and a 'thunk' as it disturbs a large rain-filled pothole.

Through the window seeping warm light into the dark evening, you can make out the silhouette of a dark-haired boy. He stands from his seat and starts walking down the alley.

"That's him!" You squeak, turning back to the lady to point him out.

But the spot beside you is empty, cold and unoccupied as if she was never there.

But you don't have time to wonder because the doors of the bus are beginning to open. You stand up quickly, the nerves returning to your body.

"Trust me," you swear a woman's voice whispers in your ear, but you're distracted by Percy stepping off the bus and rushing over to you.

He sweeps you off your feet, spinning you around and around till you giggle for him to stop. He sets you down gently, green eyes dilated and sickly sweet when they meet yours.

"I missed you so much!" He says, voice filled with genuine affection, and you feel every shred of doubt leave your body.

You laugh, still dizzy. "Percy! I missed you too!"

You finally get to kiss him, and he kisses you back eagerly. He doesn't seem to care about being soaked out here in the rain, every inch of him turned to you with rapt attention.

When you pull away, Percy reaches up to brush a wet strand of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on your flushed skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice brimming with adoration. "I missed this face."

You lean into him, settling into the arm he wraps around you as you begin to walk back to his place. "How was camp? I got your letters— how many people did you kill?" You ask, holding one of his bags with a spare arm.

He laughs, beginning from the start of this year's adventure. You stare up at him attentively as he talks, taking in every detail. He's right, you've missed this face.

As the two of you walk away, you can't help but look back to the bus stop once more, wondering if the woman had been a figment of your imagination.

There, on the seat, lies a gold comb.

#ph☆ebe's scribbles #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fic #one shot #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson #fanfic #fanfiction

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immediacies · 2 years

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got home from work exhausted today turned on an ep of the oc (default comfort tv) and remembered how i always thought seth cohen is the genesis of ~my type~ but if u take my ex into consideration maybe it’s actually ryan atwood after all

#absolute sucker for a ~bad boy with a heart of gold~#i'm sorry this is so corny but i think it's tru lol #altho also justice for anna where is my anna

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tumkaafiho · 20 days

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"Addressing an election rally in Rajasthan’s Banswara, he said, “Pehle jab unki sarkar thi, unhone kaha tha ki desh ki sampati par pehla adhikar Musalmano ka hai. Iska matlab, ye sampati ikatthi karke kisko baatenge? Jinke zyada bacche hain, unko baatenge, ghuspaithiyon ko baatenge. Kya aapki mehnat ki kamayi ka paisa ghuspaithiyon ko diya jayega? Aapko manzoor hai yeh? (Earlier, when they (the Congress) were in power, they had said Muslims have the first right to the wealth of the nation. This means they will distribute this wealth to those who have more children, to infiltrators. Should your hard-earned money be given to infiltrators? Do you agree to this)?”

“Ye Congress ka manifesto keh raha hai, ki woh mataon aur beheno ke sone ka hisaab karenge, uski jarthi karenge, jaanakari lenge aur phir woh sampati ko baant denge. Aur unko baatenge, jinko Manmohan Singh ji ki sarkar ne kaha tha ki sampati par pehla adhikar Musalmanon ka hai. Bhaiyon aur behno, yeh Urban Naxal ki soch, meri mataon, behno, aapka mangal sutra bhi bachne nahi denge (Congress’s manifesto says they will take stock of the gold mothers and daughters have, and will distribute that wealth. Manmohan Singh’s government had said Muslims have the first right to wealth. Brothers and sisters, this Urban Naxal thinking will not spare even the mangal sutras of my mothers and sisters),” he said."

22 April, 2024

#tw: islamophobia #i hate him sososo much #i just know that things are going to get a thousand times worse after the lok sabha election #hindutva #india #indian elections

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flowerandblood · 10 months

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The Impossible Choice (25)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, violence, domination ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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She could not hide how much hope and strength the letter from her husband filled her with − she knew that he had not forgotten her, that he still wanted her to be by his side. She thought strenuously throughout the day about how to do this, who to turn to. She realised that after what Aegon had said to her, he would never let her join her husband, terrified of his anger if she passed on him his words.

I fell in love with you from the first sight.

She thought that the King had fallen in love with a fantasy, reinvented it for himself and claimed that if he had her for himself he would be a happy man.

She didn't believe it.

She didn't believe it would make a difference.

She considered asking the Queen for help, but then thought it would be too dangerous − with her approach to loyalty and honour, she would not defy her son-king's orders even if they were wrong.

And then she experienced a revelation.

Helaena.

Everyone underestimated her, thinking that locked away in her world, she didn't understand what was happening aroud her and was incapable of taking any logical action.

They were wrong − the Princess was completely aware of the chaos around her and cut herself off from it of her own accord, devoting herself only to caring for her children.

She will understand me, she thought, feeling warm in her heart.

She will help me.

Her visits to the Princess were her daily routine, so they drew no one's attention − Helaena greeted her with a warm smile and a joy that was now rarely painted on her face. They embraced like friends − Helaena took her hand in hers, directing her towards the carpet where her children were playing.

With a rustle of her brown and gold gown she sat on the floor beside her, watching with a smile as her children played together with wooden blocks, from which they had apparently just constructed some sort of fortress. She looked at Helaena, smiling lightly, trying not to outwardly show how nervous she was.

"My dear Princess, I would like to confide in you about a certain feminine discomfort, that has afflicted me recently. I am ashamed to speak of it −" She did not finish, looking at her meaningfully − the Princess raised a surprised look at her.

Something in her gaze betrayed that she understood her − she turned her head and nodded to her servants to leave.

She swallowed loudly, twisting in her seat, feeling her heart pounding fast. Helaena surprised her by speaking up first, fiddling with a piece of cloth of her gown, that unfolded at her legs.

"− the fire calls to you −" She said softly, and she felt her heart stop at her word. "− the scorched earth will breathe a sigh of relief under the raindrops −"

She looked at her in disbelief − she remembered that she had said something similar at the feast after Aegon's coronation.

Her husband had once told her that Helaena had predicted that he would lose his eye when they were children − she hadn't commented on the statement, not wanting to offend him, but she didn't exactly believe in such things as predicting the future.

Now, however, she wasn't sure if her husband wasn't right.

The fire calls to you.

The scorched earth will breathe a sigh of relief under the raindrops.

She swallowed quietly, gathering the courage to say what she had come for.

"I need your help, Princess. I need to escape from here and join my husband in Harrenhal. You are the only one I trust." She whispered, looking anxiously at the door, hoping no one had overheard them. Helaena looked ahead, thoughtful.

"There is one exit, hidden behind Balerion's skull. You know the place."

She looked at her, shocked.

She had never told her about Aemond taking her to the temple of their ancestors.

"Behind the skull, on one of the walls, there are several niches. Behind one of them is a narrow corridor, leading underground along the Red Keep to a nearby forest." She said calmly, finally looking at her, her bright eyes filled with concern and a warmth from which her heart squeezed.

"− I need a horse −" She whispered, looking at her pleadingly.

Helaena nodded, combing a hand through her son's hair.

"− thank you −"

She returned to her chamber full of energy, wondering what she should take with her; she couldn't weigh herself down too much. She knew that she had to travel in man's clothing − she couldn't draw attention to herself while riding the trail.

She decided that she would pass herself off as one of the servants, accepting jobs with various innkeepers for drink, food and a place to rest. She knew such boys − they often joined her father's company on hunts, serving them, getting food and a little penny in return.

She was glad that she had also brought with her to King's Landing clothes designed for sword fighting − they were much looser and looked boyish, so it was easy by putting on several layers of shirts to hide that she had breasts at all.

She thought of the Witch of Harrenhal, of how, when she got there, she would have nothing more than a training attire to change into.

She knew it was wartime and no one would care, but she wanted to show her who she really was.

She was Prince Aemond's wife.

She decided that she would hide her richest red-brown gown, embroidered with golden threads with beautiful buff sleeves in her bag, along with her most necessary things.

She knew it was her pure feminine whim, but she felt she was entitled to it and smiled with satisfaction at the thought.

What was even more important to her were the weapons − her brother had provided her with a short and a long dagger just before she left, wanting her to be able to at least defend herself in if necessary.

She usually had them tucked away at the bottom of her trunk under her books, but since Aegon's confession she had kept them under her pillow. She dismissed Lyanna early, saying she would go to bed, tired from the day, and began her preparations quietly.

As she had planned, she dressed to look like a boy − she managed to sew a makeshift cap from one of the fabrics, under which she hid her hair.

Looking herself over in the mirror, hidden under layers of different materials, she found with a smile that she really did look like a boy. She had not been so excited about anything since leaving her family home − she could feel the wild blood of the Baratheons rushing through her veins again.

She left the chamber late at night, leaning out uncertainly − she could hear the voices of the guards in the distance who she knew were playing cards at this hour. She moved in the other direction with quiet, unhurried steps, feeling the cold sweat on her back − she knew that one sound too fast and too loud would alarm them and draw their attention.

She turned down the corridor, looking around again, noticing in the torchlight that no one was there. She moved quietly ahead, knowing that around the bend was a staircase that once she ran down, she would be safe − no one would hear her in the underground.

She shuddered when suddenly a guard came out from around the corner − he wasn't wearing armour, so she didn't hear his footsteps. A tall, stocky man with black hair and beard furrowed his brow at the sight of her, surprised and she froze, looking at him with big eyes.

"− who are you, boy? − what are you doing here at this hour? −" He asked in a low, nervous voice, grabbing her arm. She felt her heart squeeze in terror and thought quickly what to say − she swallowed loudly, speaking quickly.

"My father is fighting alongside Prince Aemond in Harrenhal, my Lord. I long to join him − I cannot bear the thought of him being there alone. I am his firstborn son, I should be at his side." She muttered lowly, trying to sound like a boy. The man's gaze dropped to the bag she held in her hands − he pulled out his sword, pointing the blade at it.

"− let me see what you have inside, boy −" He said.

She cursed her stupidity and the fact that she had put her gown inside, knowing that she wouldn't beat him in a fight. She decided that she had to take a risk − she pulled her cap off her head and the man drew in a loud breath, looking at her in disbelief.

"− my Lady − forgive me, I did not recognise you − what −"

"− I must join my husband − he sent me a letter, asking me to travel to Harrenhal, but the King does not give his permission −" She said, pulling a rolled parchment from her pack, looking around, praying that no one else would come across them.

"− my husband believes that my arrival will force my father to make a decision to support his troops − without this, it will take an eternity to suppress the rebellion, even more of our soldiers will die − please −" She lied easily, looking at him pleadingly, grasping his hand in hers. The man was clearly confused − she could see that he was hesitating and she had to take advantage of it.

"− King Aegon has been soliciting me − he has tried to touch me, including in places that only my husband can touch − I beg you, Ser, do not send me back to him, he will take me by force −" She mumbled, tears in her eyes from fear and desperation.

The guard swallowed quietly at her words, evidently understanding and knowing what the King was doing to his servants in his chamber. He looked around the corridor uncertainly

"− gods, have mercy on me − go, my Lady, before I change my mind −" He said impatiently, and she immediately ran down the stairs, feeling her heart pounding hard.

She thought that when she returned she would make this man captain of her guard and shower him with gold.

She ran ahead like mad, putting her cap on her head again, rushing under Balerion's huge skull − she prayed in her spirit that her husband's ancestors would keep her safe.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the alcoves on the back wall and saw that, indeed, behind one of them stretched a narrow, dark corridor, into which she could barely fit. She began to walk down it, until finally there was only darkness around her.

She could hear the strong beating of her heart and felt the terror of seeing nothing in front of her or behind her. She touched the cold stone walls with her hands, exploring the floor in front of her with her feet to make sure that there was no hole she could fall into.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she suddenly felt fresh air and spotted a light around the next corner. She moved swiftly in that direction, feeling like crying out with joy at the sound of rustling trees, spotting the starry night sky ahead.

She let out a loud breath, feeling that she was panting all over, seeing that by a tree nearby stood a beautiful brown horse, saddled and in full gear.

The horse looked completely average and normal, not like a stately steed from a royal stable.

She thanked the gods for Helaena's thoughtfulness.

She tied her pack to the back of the saddle and mounted her horse, looking around. She saw the Red Keep building behind her and realised that she was in the South − she thought with satisfaction that she knew which way to go and set off on horseback ahead, flustered and happy.

She will really see him.

She would join her husband in Harrenhal.

She rode at a gallop, not wanting anyone to stop her, taking advantage of the fact that darkness covered her. She wanted to get there as quickly as possible − she knew that she didn't have much time, and lone wanderers were easy targets for highwaymen.

When she saw the royal road, she thought happily that now the way was easy and she galloped on, wanting to cover the longest possible distance as quickly as possible.

In the morning she stopped at one of the abandoned, burnt-out houses, wanting to take a nap by her horse for a while.

She wondered, looking at this grim sight, if this was the work of her husband.

She woke up once in a while, frightened that someone would spot her − she finally decided it was no use, and her horse rested enough for her to ride on.

She thought that the gods were watching over her, for although she passed carriages and various people, no one stopped her.

It was only near Harrenhal itself, that her husband's soliders with Targaryen crests stood in her way, looking at her watchfully.

"− Who are you, boy, and what do you seek here? −" Asked one of them, riding up to her on horseback. "− turn back if you don't want me to pierce you with my sword −"

She pulled the cap from her hair, the man raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

"− I am the wife of the Prince of Aemond − I come at his request − take me to him −" She said confidently, wrinkling her brows, tired and sleep-deprived after her journey, riding for the last hours in the night and full rain. Several of the men laughed at her words.

"− forgive me, my Lady, but you look to me more like a peasant's daughter than a lord's −" He sneered, looking at her with amusement, her lips tightening.

He wanted to say something already, surely about how he could take care of her body, but he said nothing as she untied her sack and took out a letter from her husband, handing it to him.

"− do you recognise this writing? − do you want to burn in the fire of my husband's rage? −" She hissed, the man looked at each other uncertainly.

"Lead her to the fortress."

The guards rode around her, as if she were a prisoner or hostage. It amused her, but she was also relieved at the sight of the great stone stronghold that she saw before her.

She had made it.

Aegon did not manage to stop her.

She was ushered into a large, larg stone hall, torches lit all around her.

She knew that it was late at night, the sleepy guards looking at her with disapproval.

She felt her heart beating hard with excitement, eager to see his face − nothing else mattered.

She didn't want to listen to his words or explanations.

She just wanted to feel him again.

Suddenly, she heard someone's quick footsteps and turned around, her breath caught in her throat.

He was standing in front of her, staring at her wide-eyed, his lips slightly parted, his chest rising uncertainly in accelerated breathing. She couldn't hold back a smile of emotion, seeing him for the first time in weeks, feeling like bursting into sobs with happiness.

She ran towards him and he moved ahead her like a predator, grasping her in his hands, surprising her with his raspy, almost brutal kiss that took her breath away. She entwined her hand in his hair, reciprocating the caress of his warm, familiar lips fervently, the sticky, loud click of their saliva echoing in her ears like the most beautiful music.

He forced her to step away, her back hit the wall − she felt everything around her spinning, her body filled with nothing but desire, she heard and saw nothing more than his face and his breathing, aroused and accelerated.

She sighed as she felt his fingers quickly untie her corset, spreading it to the sides, his impatient, warm hand squeezed her plump breast and that they both moaned into each other's mouths with pleasure and happiness.

"− get out − all of you −" He hissed out loud, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought that he wasn't even going to move to his chamber.

He wanted to take her here, now, immediately.

They were both panting with arousal, her hand ran through his hair, a low, satisfied murmur came from his chest as his lips brushed her neck. She began to breathe faster as the last of the guards left, and he immediately began to untie the material of her breeches. Her fingers reached into his, doing exactly the same, their kisses messy, loud and wet.

She felt her insides clench and pulsate around nothing, craving fulfilment after such a long separation.

Unable to keep her vow, she touched herself almost every night, thinking of him.

"− forgive me − I didn’t mean a word − I swear −" He whispered in low, weak voice, as if emotion squeezed his throat so tightly that he was unable to get anything out. She squealed softly as he lifted her up suddenly in his arms.

She knew what he was going to do and she had never wanted it more.

"− forgive me, my sweetest − it’s all well now −" He exhaled, then with one, sure thrust he opened her wide on his cock, forcing his way inside her − she moaned loudly in delight, clenching her eyes, parting her lips, shocked at how pleasurable this sensation was.

She was so wet that he began to slam into her with ease, imposing an intense, brutal pace on her, his manhood spreading her slick, fleshy walls so much that she couldn't catch her breath.

"− I know − I’m here −" He panted, and she whimpered at his words, giving herself completely to him, writhing beneath him as his fingers dug into the soft skin of her buttocks.

She needed this, needed him inside her, as deeply as possible, to feel again that they were one − her walls pulsed greedily at the thought, her moisture running down her thighs, dripping to the ground each time his body pounded against hers with a sticky slaps.

"− don’t leave me − ah − please, don’t send me back −" She mumbled helplessly, feeling that she wouldn't survive another separation.

She had come such a long way for him, she had done as much as she could, and now all she wanted was to be with him and never leave him again.

She heard him groan low at her words, panting in her ear, his forehead pressed against the stone wall in front of him, his manhood rooting into her with sure, deep thrusts of his hips, making them both groan, giving themselves over to these simple, animal pleasure as if in a trance.

"− never −" He hissed in such a way that shivers run down her spine.

They were both no longer moaning, but almost screaming, seeking their fulfilment, feeling it coming, their sensations so intense that they couldn't breathe, their bodies hot and sweaty.

"− I’m going to fuck you all night − tonight − tomorrow − fuck − the day after tomorrow − do you understand? −" He growled and she whined loudly at his words, clenching her eyes shut, her insides pulsing hard against him, his cock rubbing her where she needed it again and again.

She clamped her hands on his buttocks, letting him thrust into her, panting along with him, sweat running down the back of her neck.

"− yes − please − please − please, fill me −" She sobbed out helplessly, feeling the tension in her lower abdomen reach its zenith, that what she wanted was about to come.

She wanted him to fill her with himself again, to feel that she was all his, that he only wanted and desired her, that nothing else but them mattered.

She felt a shudder run through him, his thighs slapping against her buttocks greedily and loudly, their fingers clenched against their flesh painfully and firmly.

"− g-gods − yes − please − ah! −" She moaned, feeling as a wonderful, overpowering wave of fulfilment and pleasure surged in tickling, hot pulses through her body.

His hands wouldn't let her move an inch, her oversensitive, swollen insides unable to escape his deep thrusts, making her run out of breath in her chest.

"− that’s it − your husband is close −" He whispered so tenderly that she sobbed again, feeling as if she was about to cry, having never felt anything like it before in her life.

It felt like her body was in a state of some kind of euphoria, trembling all over with happiness − she heard his low groan, his hot seed finally spilling inside her.

Gods, she had never felt so fulfilled.

She squealed loudly, gripping him tightly as he fell suddenly to his knees, panting heavily, apparently overwhelmed like her by the intensity of the experience.

They both breathed deeply, embracing one another, cuddled into each other, trying to calm themselves. She closed her eyes, snuggled into his neck, drifting off completely, focusing only on his scent, the warmth of his body and the pounding of his heart. She shuddered when she heard him whisper.

"− we will finish in my chamber −"

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queenofallimagines · 10 months

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oh good gods pls your luciferian hcs made me YELL they’re so good lmao i was side eyeing my altar and space for lucifer the WHOLE TIME

do you think you could do a part two? and if possible, nsfw? if not thats more than okay!! thank you and i hope you’re doing so good!!!

🕷️anon

Absolutely 🕷anon! AND LMAO YEAH I COULD FEEL HIM SIDE EYEING ME ACROSS THE ROOM AS I WROTE THESESGSHSJS asking the old man “why are you like this” whenever lucifer in game does something corny😭 ik he’s sick of me

Lucifer:

- Okay so since part 1 was when you arrived this will be more about day to day life in the next term

- Right off the bat I’m imagining minor petty spats that the other brothers are like…. Wtf is going on here

- Like y’all have been glaring across the table at one another for 30 mins and haven’t spoken a word

- WAY more picky w offerings lmao

- Is literally going to be super extra about it for no reason other than to bother you

- For example! When you give an offering to oshun( African orisha they’re like the HR in the heaven department just above the angel hierarchy) you have to eat a little first bc she was poisoned once so it’s like to show you’re in good faith

- Lucifer will ask you to do that w food you don’t like

- “Eat some”

- “I got this for you-“

- “And I want you to taste some😌”

- “….. do I really I have to???”

- “Are you telling me what to do w MY offering🤨”

- MAKE FUN OF HIM PLEASE ITS SO FUNNY!!

- A lot of people ( white peoples I fear😔) be talking about he only accepts blood offerings and you have to sell your soul or whatever and stuff but literally this man will be giddy over a red candle w gold glitter

- Write all your assignments in sparky pen so when he looks at them he can’t hold back a smile

- As a joke you leave crystals associated with him in his coat pockets but he will never take them out

- Congratulations you played ya self

- You doing the stuff you do for him out of habit will fluster him if you say it

- “Why are you waking up so early to get ready?”

- “Hm? For Lucifer”

- “No im not gunna drink this tea it’s an offering🙄”

- Please don’t tell his brothers he will lock himself in his office💀

- Whenever you google “what can I do for Lucifer” 9/10 the first thing will be taking care of yourself

- So when your self caring w asmo and you go “oh I do this bc Lucifer likes it”

- The house will expose in chaos

- Mammon demanding you tell him your card numbers “for him” LMAO

- They’re all super jealous

- Gotta tell em its nothing personal he’s just always been there for you

- Whew if he reached out to YOU?

- The silence in the house REAL LOUD😭

- Belphegor waking up and going “ik you fucking lying!!!”

- You’re all confused like???

- “…..you said Lucifer… reached out to YOU?”

- “??????yeah????”

- “As in… he ASKED you to work with him?”

- “Yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking about his name and he showed up on my door one day”

- Lmao belphie and mammon are the LOUDEST FR

- “YOU CHOSE A HUMAN?? MR I HATE HUMANS BECAUSE THEYRE WEAK??📸”

- OH SO THERES MORE THAN ONE FAKE BITCH IN THIS HOUSE HUH?”

- lmao he’s sitting there red faced clenching his fist like

- “Listen I can explain”

- He cannot explain😭

- Can’t even say he did it on a whim

- “He really picked me up like a wet cat lmao”

- “Mc I am literally begging you to shut the FUCK up”

- Oh maaaaan diavolo will get a Kick out of this!!

- Solomon is very salty

- “But I can’t get a pact😒😒”

- He’s literally going to double down and bother him more

- “Lucifer you never told me you were taking on disciples🥺”

- “I didn’t think it was that important lord diavolo simply to pass the time”

- Simeon is laughing but internally having the feels bc he’s like 🥹 “even after all this time you still choose to be a guardian angel”

- Will tell you embarrassing stories about him he is now super close to you

- “Lucifer being the lords favorite was also the best one at singing👀 he loved music”

- That’s tru btw lmao Lucifer was like one of the angels who liked singing the most thats what makes humans and angels so alike- love for music and dancing-

- Call him your morning star and he MELTS

- Back to why were really here😌

- Call him that during sex or when you first wake up and he’s on cloud nine

- FUCK HIM DURING GOLDEN HOUR🗣🗣

- He’s literally he rises in the morning for a reason!!

- He will deadass purpose bc imagine riding him as the sun stars peaking over the horizon

- He’s under you moaning looking up at you w the most glazed over love struck eyes

- The sun filtering through the window and hitting him juuuuuuuust right

- That it looks like he has a halo again

- Breathlessly calling your name as you grind down on him

- He barely manages to get out that he’s close before you caress some of his hair out of his face

- “Cum for me then my Morningstar��

- Time freezes for like 16 seconds and his eyes are getting teary

- He hugs you close as he starts rutting his hips into you harder

- Will cum and keep going until he’s about to pass out

- Holding you like a lifeline

- When you can finally breathe and think straight he pulls you in for a kiss

- Literally stealing your breath away

- Will say I love you in the most honest voice ever while smiling at you with teary eyes

- probably won’t stop touching you all day might as well just spend it in bed

-is embarrassed by body worship calling it now

- be HE can do that but if YOU sink to your knees behind his desk and hold eye contact he’s getting nervous

-“just showing my devout gratitude💕”

- embarrassed how fast he finishes

- if you keep doing to overstimulate him he’s putty in your hands

- this man is very soft he will crack at the slightest sign of domestic romance

- bring him coffee when he wakes up?

- he’s already selected a wedding venue

- I always thought it would be cute if he gave you his ring

- HILARIOUS IF HE DOSENT TELL YOU LMAO

- You swing by the celestial realm and it’s crickets and you’re like ??? Fuck is y’all starring at??🤨

- Simeon hums and says that nobody expected lucifer to get married much less to a human. How he was never one to put anything above his responsibilities

- Excuse me?

- “You’re wearing the right of light,yes? He doesn’t just give that to anyone dear. You two are bonded for life now🥰”

- “HELLO????”

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wrr000 · 1 year

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＂ｍａｄｅ　ｏｆ　ｇｏｌｄ＂

- Heimdall short about braiding his hair, this idea has been in fandom for a quite time

Summary: gender neutral reader, reader is simping, Heimdall is chilling

Warnings: very short, bad English

"It wasn't a request. I'm telling that you will do it", Heimdall said, not even looking at you.

He took a chair and moved it, sitting with his back to you. It doesn't seem like he would take a "no" as an answer.

You were standing right behind him, still in a little shock.

"Wha- But, you really want me to do this?", it sounded stupid, but you had to be sure.

"Don't make me repeat myself..." he spat, visibly irritated.

That felt weird. Really weird. You even suspected a some kind of trick, but no, you knew he was serious. Besides, if he was really planning something, he would done it openly. This guy would announce that you're going to die.

Yet you couldn't help, but just felt embarrassment coming from him. A cocky God like him asking you, someone far below for braiding his hair? But he just did and it got you surprisingly excited.

"Aren't you scared that I will.. Do something. My hands will be close to your eyes...", you chuckle, taking a step forward.

He tilted his head slightly back to look at you, messy strand of hair fell on his face, "Try your luck, sunshine, but I will feed to Gulltoppr".

So cold. You sighed deeply. He sure struggled at this moment. Always ready to insult you in the most savage, but fancy way thinking that he is so funny, yet couldn't take a little tease at this very moment. What a shame.

It got you even more excited. You giggle in mind. You find something cute in this situation. Maybe it was him trying to act so unphased or that from all people from Asgard he chose you.

Wait. Did you just thought he was cute? And you actually wanted to do him a favor? Damn. Even in moment of his weakness he's catching you off guard.

But let's be honest, his hair were always so perfect and well-groomed. Blond and shiny like gold. Always out of your reach. You were so curious about them. No wonder you felt like a child in candy store.

"Fine, I will do it", you tried to hide your enthusiasm. "You are in good hands".

"Be useful for once", he shut down your positivity.

Without reply you got right into your task. You touched his hair. So soft! And thick, and healthy, and woah! You were amazed. Those were really a God's hair. You could touch them all day!

You started to braid them and you lost yourself in thoughts. This morning you saw him without his usual hairstyle. Heimdall walked into your place with loose hair. He didn't tied them in a ponytail, he just let them fell on his face. He... Screw this, yes, this idiot looked quite handsome.

You realized that you didn't ask him why he came to you. This was his hairstyle for years, why he needs you to do it today? Did his usual person couldn't? You thought about Sif, but you wasn't sure if she'd really wanted to have something to do with this guy besides work for Odin.

You slap yourself in mind. Thinking too much in presence of Heimdall wasn't the best idea. But then it hits you. He hasn't said a word.

You focused so much that you didn't notice how quiet he was. No comment about your hand slipping a few times, nothing about you messed up two braids. Complete silence.

You looked at his shoulders. They seem'd to be pretty relaxed. Were he... sleeping?! You wanted to take a quick look at his face, bo you didn't dare. You enjoyed your peace. But he had to be asleep! You smirked. For some reason it felt good knowing that he is so relaxed and chill around you (at least for now).

Time flies and in a blink of an eye you had finished your work. You smiled, hot red on your face. You were proud of yourself beacuse it looked good. Fine piece of work.

"Aaaaand done!", you laugh, placing your both hands on your hips.

After a moment Heimdall get up, looking straight into your bright eyes. You knew he wanted to immediately read your mind, but you had nothing to hide besides the truth!

"Don't flatter yourself", he said as his face turned a little red. You knew he read it all. He carefuly touched his hair, checking up your work.

"I must say, you finally did something good, I'm happy for your progress", you could feel the irony in his voice, but you didn't care. You were still smiling, admiring your own work... or maybe him too. He looked as good as always.

"And don't count on any payment", you didn't at all. Hard to admit, but you did it with pleasure. And he knew that for sure, "Maybe I will treat you a fine drink tonight, but only if I will be in a good mood".

You shake your head. Your heart was beating faster than usual. What was happening to you? Stay calm, please.

He turned and started walking towards the door. You had to admit-- it was quite-

"-enjoyable", Heimdall thought, starting his daily patrol on the wall.

#gow #gow ragnarok #god of war #god of war ragnarok #heimdall #gow heimdall #gow ragnarok heimdall #heimdall x reader #gow x reader #oneshot

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fan-de-las-tetas · 3 months

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I read somewhere on here that the reason Lucifer acted so weird and out of it its because he is in deep depression.

and gods

the scene in ep8 where he says "im gonna fuxck you!" and then "what did i say" IS GOLD AND IT REMINDED ME THAT

you can clearly see how much he is still super out of it, but gods he is TRYING he is trying so fucking hard and he still dont get completely out of it, his brain is not working properly due to his depression and so HE IS NOT ACTING ACCORDING STANDARS he is weird and not functioning and he is STILL TRUING TO BE BETTER, HE IS TRYING TO HELP HIS DAUGHTER, HE IS TRYING TO GET OUT OF HIS BAD MOMENT

he is not yet quite there, he still has things and mental lakes (how do u call them in english??) he needs to get over, but its a process and in this essay i will-

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #s1 ep8

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FREYA / FREYJA

WHO IS SHE?

Freya is the Goddess of love, beauty, fertility, and war in Norse mythology. She is often portrayed as a beautiful and powerful Goddess who rides a chariot pulled by cats. She is known for her immense love, warmth, and affection, especially towards her close friends and loved ones. She is also known for her fierce and protective nature, which she uses to defend her loved ones and those who are innocent and vulnerable. She is one of the main Goddesses, and is associated with several domains of life, and also plays a role in war and wisdom.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: Freya is described as a beautiful and ethereal goddess, with blonde hair and a slender body. She is often portrayed as a symbol of fertility and femininity, and she is often depicted as wearing a thin scarf or veil called a völva cloak. Sometimes she is described as having red hair and a bright, youthful face. In other depictions, she is described as having long, wavy hair and a delicate, feminine physique.

Personality: she is described as being a very loving, kind, and caring figure, who is associated with fertility and femininity. She is seen as a deity of love and passion, and is often likened to a mother figure. She is also seen as being a very compassionate and generous goddess, who is willing to help and support others.

Symbols: her chariot pulled by cats, brisingamen necklace, the boar Hildisvíni, and cloak of feathers

Goddess of: love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, battle, gold, and sorcery

Culture: Norse

Plants and trees: daisy, linden, snowdrops, lily of the valley, cowslip, columbine, pimpernel, and strawberries

Crystals: amethyst, amazonite, lavender quartz, rose quartz, moonstone, and clear quartz

Animals: horse, cat, falcon, hawk, rabbit, oxen, ladybug, swallow, and boar

Incense: dragons blood, frankincense, lavender, rose, jasmine, and other sweet and/or floral-scents

Colours: gold, yellow, white, green, red, pink, and light blue

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Empress, The Lovers, The Chariot, Death, and Suit of Swords

Planets: Venus and Mars

Days: Friday, Tuesday, full or new moon, the spring and summer solstices, and Beltane

Parents: Njörðr and unnamed mother

Siblings: Freyr

Partner: Odin

Children: Hnoss and Gersemi

MISC:

• The moon is a symbol of Freya's divinity.

• The Vanir Queen is a common title given to Freya.

• The völva cloak is a symbol of Freya's power and authority.

• Heifer's milk was traditionally offered to Freya during rituals or spells.

• Freya was associated with the day of Friday.

• Many people have the belief that Freya is a Goddess of nature, but this is not necessarily accurate in Norse mythology.

FACTS ABOUT FREYA:

• In some sources, she is known as the leader of the völva, which are the female seers and mystics of Norse mythology.

• Freya is said to be the creator of the Vanir tribe of gods.

• She has given the gift of fertility to the Vanir.

• In Norse mythology, it is said that Freya received the golden ring Brisingamen from the Dwarves in exchange for her favor, which leads to the story of her affair with Odin.

• Freya is said to have gifted Skádi a necklace called Érfárátr which gives eternal youthful beauty.

HOW TO WORSHIP FREYA:

Respectful worship of Freya involves taking time to set up a sacred space, cleaning and dedicating this space, offering prayers of reverence and gratitude, showing care and thought with offerings, asking for guidance and wisdom with your prayers, being open to messages she may send, and being mindful and attentive throughout the devotion.

HOW TO PRAY TO FREYA:

To begin, you can address her by name and say something like:

"Mother Freya, Queen of the Vanir and holder of golden Brisingamen, I come to you seeking your guidance and protection. I respectfully ask for your blessing and your help in whatever I undertake. I offer you our prayers and our devotion, with respect and reverence. Please look upon us with your gentle mercy and your grace. I give myself to you, for I trust you will use me as you see fit. I ask this in your name and I pay this tribute in your honour.”

"Thank you, Mother Freya, for your wisdom and generosity. I have received your blessings and your guidance, and I ask for your continued protection and support. As you see fit, I humbly beg your favor and your grace. I give ourselves to you, and I worship you with devotion and respect. So be it. Hail Mother Freya.”

WHAT ARE SIGNS THAT FREYA WANTS ME TO WORK WITH HER?

If your request to work with Freya has been accepted, here are some signs that you can look for:

• Finding yourself drawn to her energy and feeling a strong connection.

• You feel a strong sense of devotion and reverence towards her.

• You experience synchronicity or signs that seem to indicate her presence.

• You have an urge to work with her, and you feel an overwhelming need to reach out to her.

• Freya comes to you in a dream

• She comes to you in meditation or journeying

• Cats follow you or seem to be everywhere you go

• A ladybug lands on you

• You see ladybugs or cats constantly – on TV, online, etc.

• You hear her name in random conversations or on the radio

• Open a book and her name pops up

• Another witch or psychic tells you Freya is calling you

• She sends you these 3 runes repetitively: Fehu, Berkano, and Sowilo

If your request to work with Freya not been accepted, you may notice the following signs:

• Sense of confusion or uncertainty.

• Lack of direction and purpose.

• A lack of connection and familiarity with her energy.

• A sense of doubt, confusion, or even anger.

• Feeling that something is off, or that something is missing.

• An overwhelming sense of disorientation and helplessness.

• Strong sense of frustration and even despair.

Overall you need to be respectful of deities denying your request.

OFFERINGS:

• Foods and drinks: ale, apples, barley, honey, mead, pork, chocolate, and sweet liquors

• Lavish jewelry

• Perfume

• Feeding stray cats

• Amber

• Roses

• Cinnamon

• Flowers: primrose, mugwort, bird berry, bedstraw, and flax

• Love songs

• Dancing

• Divination

•Weaponry

DEVOTIONAL ACTS FOR FREYA:

• Pray or meditate in her name on a daily basis.

• Keep a journal, record your thoughts and feelings about her.

• Create an altar or sacred space for her.

• Do not declaw her for being a Goddess of love and beauty. Recognize her for the god of war that she is, Queen of the Valkyries, and god of the Vanir.

• Decorate your home or altar with cats, honey combs, horns, or bones.

• Practice self love in it’s totally, look at where you need to grow but recognize and appreciate your strengths.

• Carry the crystals (or keep in your home): amber, rose quartz, snow quartz, gold sheen obsidian, labradorite, orange calcite, tangerine quartz, and peridot.

• Dedicate a piece of jewelry to her in honour of her Brisingamen.

• Drink floral teas like lavender, chamomile, rose, or jasmine with honey.

• Read the stories that mention her: Völuspá, Lokasenna, Oddrúnargrátr, Gylfaginning, Skáldskaparmál, Egils saga, Njáls saga, Hyndluljóð, Hálfs saga ok Hálfsrekka, Grímnismál, Sörla þáttr, and Þrymskviða.

• Use the runes Fehu, Kaunaz, Jera, and Uruz in your craft or altar.

• Plant alder, apple, birch, bramble, elder, vervain, rose, tansy, lavender, yarrow, or belladona.

• Dedicate a leg shakin’ orgasm to her.

• Take a bath in salts, roses, and lavender. Decorate accordingly.

• Enchant your make up to make you feel beautiful, confident, and strong.

• Learn self defense or kick boxing; or just do something to help you stay active and strong in her honor.

• Light incense or candles of rose, honey, jasmine, amber, strawberry, dragon’s blood, or musk.

• Learn about or listen to kulning and Norwegian throat-singing.

• Pray to her for your loved ones in battles whether it’s oversees, a disease, or an abusive relationship.

• Leave her offerings of mead, weed, wine, red velvet, roasted nuts, honey, pork, bread, or chocolate.

• Explore yourself and your body.

• Watch movies/tv shows with strong female leads (preferably with none problematic actors) like Wonder Woman, How To Get Away With Murder, Mowana, Queen of Katwe, etc.

• Spend time in nature, as she is often associated with the natural world.

• Talk to her openly and honestly about your thoughts, feelings, and concerns.

• Read or study books on Norse mythology and the Goddess, Freya.

• Consider growing some of Freya’s holy plants: primrose, mugwort, holly, hemp, or flax

• By adopting a cat (if you don’t already have one), you uplift Freya’s sacred animal. And if you can’t adopt a cat, consider donating cat food, toys, etc. to a local rescue or shelter. OR volunteer. Doing these things in Freya’s name brings her great joy.

IS IT SAFE TO EAT OR DRINK AN OFFERING I GIVE TO HER?

It is generally considered safe to consume offerings given to Freya, as she is a benevolent and merciful goddess. However, you should always proceed with caution and follow proper safety precautions when handling offerings given to deities. If you have any doubts about the safety of eating or drinking anything, it's best to err on the side of caution and not consume it.

#fyp #fypシ #fypシ゚viral #fyppage #tumblr fyp #satanism #satanist #deity #deity work #deity worship #occult #freya #freyja #norse mythology #goddess #information

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