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let the rain pour on you | (t.h) chapter one
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☽✧ chapter one ✧☾
synopsis ➼ Rain, sun, fertility. Three little words; a coveted title.
The feud of pride and combativeness for the title of God has rotted the existence of Tom and his brother since they were children. Only one condition is imposed on them to obtain the title they desire. And when Tom’s eyes linger on you. He is convinced that you are the one who will bring him into the light. And he’s willing to do anything for it.
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warning ➼ SMUT (+18) MINOR PLEASE DON'T INTERACT
n/a ➼ hello everyone ! It's finally here! The first chapter of my new serie "let the rain pour on you". Don't forget English isn't my native language. I hope you will love reading this as much i loved writing it ! Thanks to the beautiful, the kindest person here, my sweet and lovely friend @justapurrcat, she proofread this chapter, she helped me with ideas, without her, this fic wouldn't be there.
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You’ve had this dream for whole nights. The same one, over and over again.
You were naked in this immense lake where only the nothingness resonated. The thick grey mist that surrounded you, letting anxiety hover, anticipation freezing your bones more than the water already did. Everything seemed heavy around you and although you could feel the ground beneath your feet, the atmosphere made you think that, at any moment, something, someone, would grab your ankle to draw you towards the abyss of water that was this dark lake. You were wrapped in the grey haze, blinded by the mist before the storm would break out.
And the second the lightning fell, when the flash of its light bursted, you were a spectator of your own torrid scene. You were watching yourself screaming with pleasure, at the edge of an orgasm. Your back leaning against a rock while this mysterious man pounded into you with ardor. Your legs were wrapped around your partner’s hips while your hands lacerated the skin of his back in an attempt to relieve the wave of ecstasy you felt, almost overstimulated. Your screams died in your own throat as your heart threatened to let go under the ferocity of his strokes. Under the powerful adrenaline you felt, your eyes were almost rolled back due to the desire that drove you. The rain was pouring on both your bodies, already sparkling with sweat.
The spectacle was not only passive, the fire of desire, the intoxicating sensations of that burning moment burned between your thighs like hell beneath your feet. Your throat was dry but your cunt was damp like an endless cloud of rain, ready to fall on a land of drought.
And every time, you would wake up sweating. This night was no exception to the rule. With a sense of frustration, you went through your nightstand drawer to pull out your vibrator. This feeling of fullness filled you again as the object buzzed against your clitoris, a happy sigh escaping from your lips. There was nothing like the feeling you’d had with that enigmatic lover during your dream. A partner more than excellent to the attention of the feminine pleasure. But the pressure on your pussy, along with the vibrations titillating your bundle of nerves brought some satisfaction. You again felt your walls contract intermittently, your humidity facilitating access to the object that would gradually bring you closer to the orgasm that your dreams refused you. Your head sank into the pillow with a small cry stifled by the intense feeling of pleasure that you repressed in spite of yourself.  Your legs squeezed against the precious object to feel the most stimulation against your skin.
It was too much for Tom, sitting on his throne, his tight pants with his excitement, his eyes full of lust, burning with the flames of his desire for you. He bursted with rage, jealous and furious for not being able to touch the one he longed for. The one he had seen during an afternoon when his ruminations had again led him to the storm. That moment when his eyes had landed on your figure. You were everywhere in his thoughts since that day. 
A lightning bolt bursted, roaring thunder not far from your room as a torrent of rain hit the windows of the room. You jumped to the noise, then moaned deeper. The gesture having stretched the vibrator to the right place. You first tried to shut up, placing one hand on your mouth, but your fingers instinctively slipped down on your throat and you applied  a little pressure yourself. The God of Rain crossed his eyes, pushing his fingers into the armrest of his throne.
"By Odin," he whispered in his nonexistent beard.
Your fingers continued to squeeze your throat as you fired your toy into your pussy, deeper, faster still. Only the pressure on your neck prevented you from moaning loudly. 
Tom was clenching his teeth, white knuckles tightening on his seat, constrained in his pants because of his obvious erection. You seemed so pure and vile at the same time. Oh you, mistress of his nights, dominatrix of his thoughts. You were the fiery demon who would sit on him at night and keep him awake, like a representation of Füssli’s painting, but you were divinely prettier. As he pressed his signet ring against his lips, clenching his teeth in front of this sight of lust for which he could not look away, his right hand detached the button from his pants by itself, sliding to the edge of his boxer. 
He knew neither your name nor the sound of your voice, apart from the wonderful moans that came out of your mouth, he could only imagine the softness of your skin, its scent, the taste of your lips and more. He could only dream of the pressure of your fingers against his dick, replacing his own hand which was pumping to relieve the influx of blood in his hard limb full of desire for you.  
The rumbling of his pleasure sounded almost as loud as the roaring thunder outside. The sounds you made were excitable, seeing you without touching you was a real torture. A loud moan escaped from your lips and he threw his head back, thinking that he was the reason for your sweet sound. 
Tom followed your pace, his hand pumping his hard, red, venous dick as fast as the toy came in and out of your wet pussy. With light years separating you, your grunts echoed throughout the universe in perfect harmony. Your eyes began to roll back as your legs trembled with pleasure, your arousal at its peak. 
Your orgasm hit you hard, like a feeling of being sucked into the abyss of a galaxy. And as your scream moved down your throat, the sound changed. At the barrier of your slightly parted lips, your pleasure materialized in a name.
“Oh, Freyr!”
The surprise sent a chill that went through all of Tom’s divine being, a shock wave that definitely upset him. His sperm gushed from his limb, splashing over his hand and staining his underwear. His whole body was shaking and burning for you. His orgasm reasoned all over the throne room and anyone passing by could not deny the activity of the God. But his mind was as foggy as the storm he’d caused several minutes ago. 
“By Freya!” Tom said with astonishment.
She was killing him, he thought. A small burst of light burst into the room followed by the delicate movement of Freya’s dress.
"Did you call me?" She exclaimed cheerfully before her expression faded, her eyes widening with surprise and disgust. "Oh by Odin, keep your… thing away from my sight, brother!"
Tom jumped, taking off several centimeters from his throne, his expression just as horrified as the one of his sister. He quickly got dressed before his smirk appeared on his face, thinking of the irony of the situation.
"Aren’t you the goddess of love and sexuality, sister?"
"Still, I don’t want to see your penis. Don’t give Loki the opportunity to kick-start their nonsense!" She said, staring at Tom with a stern expression.
The god of rain smiled in a pinch, only being able to agree with his sister. Loki bore their title of god of malice and told anyone who wanted to hear it - even those who didn’t want to - that brother and sister Freyr and Freya shared much more than a name. Tom dismissed the words of his sister and invited - ordered - her to leave his throne room, which she did without asking questions, but decided not to let this scene fall into oblivion. 
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You woke up with a sense of lack, frustration eating away at your being. And that feeling exasperated you even more by the simple idea that only a man could satisfy your physical needs. You sat quietly on the stool in your kitchen while your best friend looked at you in an intrigued manner. 
"In a bad mood? I thought I heard the sound of your vibrator last night." she said with a mocking smile. 
You looked at her, angry at those way too thin walls and dissatisfied with last night’s event. The fact that Revna pointed out the situation made you even more bitter.
"Actually... I had to finish it myself. I had this dream last night..." 
"The dream?" she asked, knowing exactly what you were talking about. 
"That dream, yes. And again, I woke up at the worst time."
Your roommate and best friend gave you a compassionate look. You bit violently into the buttered bread you had just made.
"Shit, girl. With this violence, I understand that the man or woman of your dreams woke you up before the orgasm."
You threw your toast in her face with a growl, Revna avoided it with some difficulty, collecting a little butter in her hair with an expression of disgust.
"I’ll go get a better coffee than your sock juice, witch." 
"That’s an idea, maybe you should look for a guy who’ll shove it down your throat to put you in a better mood, too!"
You showed her your middle finger by slamming the door just after. The rain began to fall as soon as you set foot outside.
"Fuck you too!"
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desertendroad · 4 months
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literally wake up some nights in a cold sweat thinking about this
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soreddieforit · 4 months
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the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history
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plumadesatada · 1 year
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just remembered a fic on AO3 (or more likely LJ because it had that distinct late 00's experimental vibe) that appeared double-spaced oddly, in that some paragraphs would be spaced normally and others would have double or even triple spaces in between. it was about one half of the otp getting over the other's death (or coma, can't remember which), so all the comments were about how poignant the use of visual spacing was as a means to convey all the emotional holes in the character's life.
and then the author replied like... *giggle* guys it's NOT double spaced. try selecting the whole text
and we were all like "no WAY"
but we selected the text, and yes!!!
the "holes" in the story? they were actually lines and actions from the dead/coma character's ghost, rendered invisible to the eye by the simple trick of coloring the text the exact same as the background, revealed by nothing more than a click and a drag of the mouse
a story about the profound loneliness of losing your the partner of your life and having to make do without them, without anything to fill the holes they'd left behind, suddenly became a story about the profound helplessness of seeing someone you love suffer from your absence while you are right there, unable to do anything about it, unable to communicate that you love them enough to suffer unseen and unheard with them, just to keep them company they'll never know about
it was then that I truly realized how *superior* the digital medium is to plain printed paper, how the medium and the format can add to a story.
I think about that fic about once a year. I wish I could find it again
EDIT: FOUND IT!!!! UPDATE HERE
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machinerot · 4 months
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jjadmanii · 5 months
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film adaptations are all fun and games until ppl start watching the movie without reading the book,,then it just becomes the 10th circle of dante’s hell
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kizzer55555 · 23 days
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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game
Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 
Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.
The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 
And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).
And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 
Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.
(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).
After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 
Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.
#DPxDC#dcxdp#Danny makes a card game to save the world.#Technically he worded the ritual so that they had to ‘beat’ him as those are the most powerful barriers and most reliable.#keys can just get lost or stolen (like the one to Pariah’s Coffin)#A riddle would be useless once someone figured out the answer. Like how no one takes the sphynx seriously anymore.#(Sorry Tuck. But it’s true).#And there is NO WAY Danny is just leaving a hole open for anyone to pass through. No thank you!#So…beating him. But it’s not like Danny wanted to fight so…he edited the ritual a TINY bit. Card games are good. Much less painful too.#Danny Tucker and Sam made the most complicated card game they could imagine.#It’s based on their strategies for fighting ghosts. Capturing them in thermoses. And MUCH based on a on field battle strategy.#It often requires spontaneous thinking on the spot. So Danny? In his ELEMNT. It doubles as practice for his actual ghost battles too.#They had SO much fun making this.#Sam added an entire series of plant cards that act as traps and healing ointments and duds that just take up the field.#Tucker added legitimate hyroglyphics combined with Latin as well as English and ghost speak.#Yes. You actually have to speak that language to play. With proper pronunciation. (Amity Parker’s think the three are talking gibberish.)#I headcanon Sam and Tucker are fluent in Ghost.#Constantine WILL figure this game out SO HELP HIM!#Some of the cards also have combinations related to constellations either in name or placement on the board.#By the way the board is based on a Hexagonal summoning circle with Rhunes along the edges#And the placement of the cards on the board and on what rhune MATTERS.#Also the cards move disintegrate and have certain abilities. Think of Harry Potter Wizard Chess.#But they are normal when Danny plays at school. This is just for ✨effect✨ Against invaders.#Danny faces multiple opponents. He also halts alien invasions.#While Danny COULD stop crime on earth he’s not sure how to fight a normal human and hold back so he sticks to ghosts.#The Justice league are going crazy trying to figure out who this entity is and after deep research are convinced this is some sort of#Ancient being who has protected earth for millenia. They have paintings on ruins and everything.#Danny is not aware they think this.#Raven starts praying to Danny as if he is a god and wrangles the other Teen Titans into doing so as well. Danny is still unaware of this.#Danny is not a King or an ancient. Just a very VERY strong ghost.
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harry at the man united vs luton game 02.18.24
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corwnvus · 3 months
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I've been obsessed with drawing lily lately, so enjoy!
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landothemuppet · 2 years
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let the rain pour on you (t.h) | chapter 2 (teaser)
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☽✧ chapter two ✧☾ (teaser)
synopsis ➼ Rain, sun, fertility. Three little words; a coveted title.
The feud of pride and combativeness for the title of God has rotted the existence of Tom and his brother since they were children. Only one condition is imposed on them to obtain the title they desire. And when Tom’s eyes linger on you. He is convinced that you are the one who will bring him into the light. And he’s willing to do anything for it.
word count ↳ 754
warning ➼ mention of masturbation
n/a ➼ hello everyone ! I'm back after being MIA for month now. But, i finally here. I'm so sorry i disappear but it was so messy this last few months. Here's a teaser of chapter two of let the rain pour on you. I didn't proofread, so i'm sorry if you find some mistakes in it.
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You were all he could see. His sleep was filled with dreams of your face, his ears only heard your voice, blowing his name in a fit of pleasure. Since he saw you at the museum, you were all around him and that night had been the height of his obsession with you. You were his divine obsession. The night had been almost sleepless for Tom, fascinated by the memory of your voice, of your body twisting to the thought of him, and yet unconscious of his existence. It was something totally hypnotic. 
"Tough night?" asked Harry to his brother’s attention, while Tom sat at the table of the gods. 
Freya’s gaze fell on her brother, the god of rain. She was as always dazzling. The goddess shone with her golden hair, her skin sprinkled with divine dust. And at the corner of her lips, full of sensuality, a smile worthy of Machiavellian Loki. 
She carried the raspberry-adorned fork to her mouth and her smile didn’t fall, even when she ate her lunch. Her younger brother set a strange mood at the table of the gods, certain anticipation, heavy malice until the goddess of fertility finally spoke. 
"... so, brother, do you often happen to say my name while pleasuring yourself?"
Harry spit his mead unworthily, his eyes vagueling from his sister to his older brother. Was Loki’s rumour true? Would he have been so obsessed with his quest for power that he would have been unaware of what was going on between Freya and his brother? Tom’s eyes turned to the thunderstorm, darkening dangerously, stung by his sister’s words.  
Yet he was a benevolent god, who hated fighting or any quarrel. He was Freyr: God of rain, fertility but also, God of peace. He claimed honesty and benevolence and showed a real contempt for Loki’s antics, especially when he profaned absurdities as repugnant as the accusation of incest with Freya. That’s why he was so annoyed by his sister’s words, even if it was a joke.
"Freya, don’t make it weird!" Tom warned, jaw tight
"Just asking... there’s nothing wrong with asking for help." The goddess said casually and mischievously, "You know that humans have invented something really useful called psychology?"
"It seems that they gave the name of Oedipus, a Roman deity unrelated to our gods, to a complex. Something related to parent-child sexual frustration. Didn’t Mom hold you close enough to her boobs to make you fall asleep ?" Harry added with much more sarcasm in his voice. 
The storm hit the room as hard as Tom’s fist hit the table. Food flooded with rain waltzing by several centimeters. 
"Do not spread the ignominies of Loki at this table again or I swear that peace will no longer reign. Have I made myself clear?" 
Tom looked at Freya with his dark gaze, so that for the first time in their existence she shuddered. He was not finished with her. 
"It wasn’t like that and you know it: Freya, goddess of love, sexuality, beauty, earth and fertility. Do you have so little esteem for your brother, for humiliating him in this way with infamous jokes worthy of Loki? Am I nothing to you, to joke about things like that? "  
Freya shriveled on her seat, ashamed to provoke his brother’s wrath. Whether it was a joke did not bring any valid justification to the comments made by the blonde and she understood the fury of her brother. She herself was outraged and hysterical that anyone could think that she and Tom could have a relationship beyond the bounds of the sibling relationship. But she preferred to joke about the situation. Her lip trembled with shame and her eyes seemed veiled with guilt.
“I’m..I’m terribly sorry, Tom” she apologized.
"Today it will be Freyr for you. Call me by my title and don’t forget who you are talking to. I am a deity just as much as you, Freya. Stop acting like the immature Loki and act like the goddess you are."
Tom was in a foul mood, his brother and sister had really clouded his mind. While Freya swallowed his saliva with difficulty, the God’s shady eyes fell on his younger brother who displayed a mocking grin. 
"So, share with us your sneaky thoughts, Harry. What does make you smile." 
"You. And the pathetic use of your power to masturbate. No one needs to be Odin to guess that you will not find a wife until father decides to end your reign." 
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scoopdapolp · 3 months
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Drarry under super saturated setting 👍🏼
I was watching Gilmore girls while drawing this yeehaw
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wizardemotions · 2 months
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the question came to mind of "in your ship, how might the larger/stronger party pick up or carry the smaller one?" and these were the answers i came to
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and I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best my little dove...
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Scorp takes naps very seriously 😤
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