#persephone - doll skin

[ask-sebastian]

funny how often being the villain of someone else’s story means you’re being the hero of your own.

Absolutely.

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[icanseethefuture333]

What blessings are coming for you in 2024?

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Pile 1:

Shufflemancy -

Half Full by JGrrey

Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

I by Jaden

Signs: 818, silver, wires, blue, green, white, ocean, the sun, blue daisies, braided hair or material, mandalas, wall tapestries, old keys, doors being locked, mirrors, rosaries, crosses, anointing oil, Poseidon, Percy Jackson, Yemaya, honey biscuits, & beignets

Service, Change, Mirror, Heart With A Key, The Sword & Rose, & Liberator

For 2024, pile 1, I see that there is going to be some big changes! "Out with the old, in with the new". In 2023, you could have paid a big service to others by helping them with their needs, which led to putting everyone else above your own personal goals. Helping others can be a good thing but it is alright to be "selfish" at times! I feel that you think if you do good by others you will attract good karma into your life or the universe will magically bless you for your good deeds, when that's not how it works. If you wish for change, you have to be the change you seek. For 2024, you should focus on your self concept and understanding how the 3D works. The 3D reality is your external world, it will reflect back to your most inner prominent thoughts. You have the key to manifest your best potential. Harness your skills and work on improving them. Be careful with your triggers as well. The universe will test you along your journey. So you may experience things that are an inconvenience or attract things you may not necessarily "want". For example, if you are manifesting wealth in 2024, but keep having issues with your finances. Instead of reacting to this and having thoughts or complaints that you're "broke". Release the fears that you have regarding abundance. If you are manifesting money but only receive a $20 dollar bill, be grateful for that $20 dollar bill, for someone else may not even have cash at all. Think of it as a small start to success. You have to liberate yourself from limiting beliefs and see the prosperity that surrounds you and that it is also given to you. If you are someone who sees things as "glass half empty", your perspective will change graciously and the blessings in 2024 will teach you how to see with a "glass half full". The new year will provide you with inner peace and clarity within yourself. You will also be divinely guided and protected during this time!

Pile 2:

Shufflemancy -

Glitter by Tyler The, Creator

Kolors by Monte Booker ft. Smino

Hey, Mickey! By Baby Tate ft. Saweetie

Signs: 222, Valentine's day, hearts, box of chocolates, kiss marks, pink, lavendar, red, lip stains on cups, baby cupid, Venus/Aphrodite, Persephone, Oshun, passion fruit, roses, makeup, bow & arrow, crown, metal, armor, knights, princesses, folklore, playing dolls, roleplay, fairytale romance storybooks, childhood nostalgia, 90/2000s movies, & Y2K

Love (2x 💕), Patience, Kisses, Cupid's Arrow, Soulmates, & Knight

Okayyyy!! This pile is stepping into their it girl/boy/enby era 💅🏽! This is too cute ✨️. You will be more popular than usual this year, pile 2. Your guides are wanting you to embrace this! You could be really shy and wish to avoid the spotlight, but you will be causing yourself a great disfavor by doing this! You are going to be so radiant, magnetizing, & beautiful this year and this is going to draw others to you. I am getting a vision of like those popular girls who walk down the hallway in a 2000s movie with their hair blowing in the wind and everyone else is just in complete awe of them. There could be significant changes to your hair, skin, and wardrobe, maybe even your physical features. Your hair could grow longer, healthier, and look shiny, while your skin would appear softer, dewy, and refreshed. I see that your guides will be blessing you financially to support this lifestyle and to overall enhance your beauty. "You have lived in the shadows of others for too long, you're meant to shine baby!" I feel that many people in your path have made you feel smaller than you actually are and your guides want you to know that you are meant to do something big in this lifetime. They wish to boost your confidence. In 2023, you were the underdog, but you are going to rise to the top in 2024. You will also have a lot of admirers this year! You will be weary of this and feel anxious, fearing that these people are trying to deceive you. There is no need to worry about this though, pile 2! Ease your thoughts and affirm that you are worthy of love, praise, and attention. Your inner beauty is going to be radiating through your physical vessel and this is going to be so intriguing to others. You could be attracting friends, lovers, & sexual partners. If you have been single for a while and waiting for the divine to bless you with a romantic suitor, then it is very likely that you will be in a relationship for 2024. There is someone here who is in love you and desires to be in a committed relationship with you. They will be very charming, romantic, and chivalrous towards you. I interpert this as self love as well! The love you have for yourself is going to transcend into the universe. It's like the Care Bear stare. The Care Bears were able to love others and reciprocate it as well. Allow yourself to give & receive this year!

Pile 3:

Shufflemancy -

Forever Young by BLACKPINK

Queendom by Red Velvet

Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepswn

Signs: 333, giggling, laughing randomly or uncontrollably, people smiling at you, cameras, taking pictures, making videos, beaches, palm trees, upbeat music, nostalgic for music from your younger days, manic pixie character movie tropes, yellow, highlights, hair dye, bangs, high top sneakers, high waisted denim shorts, shuffling dance, longboards, swimsuits, pranks, Hermes, magic tricks, road trips, summer break, festivals, carnivals, & clowns

Self Esteem, Humor, Perservance, Girl Talk, Camera, Paradise, & Trickster

For some of you, the show "Dollface" or the movie "Joy Ride" could be significant. In 2024, you will be reuniting with some old friends of yours or making new ones. You could be getting over a break up from 2023 and the universe wishes to bless you with people who will stay in your life long term. This person you were with romantically or sexually could have left you feeling very depleted. As if they wasted your time and energy. You may have been feeling lonely or a bit lost, wishing you had people there for you to cheer you up. If you had friends that used to be close to you that you miss and have gotten out of touch with, it would be best to try contact them! You will never know unless you try :D! If you are someone who's never really had friends, then I see you coming across people soon. You will have to come out of your shell though and have the confidence to strike up a conversation with people. You will see that you are actually quite funny and a joy to be around! I'm getting a vision of like sleepovers and movie nights. This could have been your favorite to do when you were younger. I feel you should focus on creating new memories for yourself in 2024 and don't be afraid of doing those cheesy things you did as a teenager. Create photo books, make collages, talk on the phone all night long, go out ob trips on a whim, etc. There is so much more to life than just wanting to find your life long significant other. There's this joke that's I've been seeing on social media where it's like a young adult is either married or have kids and then people say "oh she 23? Shawty should be in the club" and it's true 😭! Don't waste your youth away worried about finding the one, just go have fun! It doesn't matter how old you are! Wear those heels and put yourself out there! You are going to regret it if you don't focus on your happiness in the future so make it happen. In 2024, your life will be spontaneous and adventurous!

Pile 4:

Shufflemancy -

American Girl by Bonnie McKee

Sweet by BROCKHAMPTON

SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY (Remix) by Amaarae ft. Kali Uchís

Signs: 444, Seshat, Athena, money in hidden places or on the street, vivid dreams, orange, green, STEM student, university, class, fire, drug commercials, hospitals, blood drawings, shots, measurements, glass, gas, science, chemistry, ball & chain, monopoly, dice, game pieces, poker cards, & checkers

Happiness, Health, Addiction, Abundance, Passion, & Visionary

For some of you, it was possible you were suffering from a lot of issues with your health in 2023. You could have been more prone to getting sick and catching colds, the flu, etc. Your health will be doing much better in 2024! I also see if you are a STEM student, I see your grades improving or you will graduate this year! Congratulations! This message only applies to a select few, but in 2024 I see that you will successfully become sober and overcome any addictions you had! Regardless of which of these resonates with you - there is a big focus on achievements with your health. Whether that is your health or other people's health you are taking care of, things will be looking great ❤️‍🩹! I see that you are very passionate regarding your career as well and there could potentially be some opportunities coming your way in 2024. I feel that a lot of the people in this pile are studying or work in law, the medical field, or do something along the lines of STEM (science, technology, engineering, & mathematics). You are very studious, smart, and bright! I see that in 2024, you will not be taking no for an answer and will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals. Your determination will be admired by others and I see that you will pass many job interviews or receive a big internship soon. There is going to be an opportunity coming your way that will be blessing you financially. Pay attention to your intuition and how it will make you feel. If something makes you happy and feel good inside, it is meant for you. If you feel a bad vibe or something is not right, trust your gut instincts! Do not allow others to pressure, persuade, or force you into doing things you don't want to. I also believe this ties in with the addiciton factor, the people in your path could be codependent on you or they will try to push you into doing things that are not beneficial for your growth. You are not obligated to do anything these people say, focus on your best interest. Either cut these people off or stay away from them, pile 4! It is very important that when you go into the new year that you stay away from any substances that are harmful to your health. Regardless, you will be very happy, healthy, and wealthy in the upcoming year 🏆!

#pac #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot #tarot cards #tarot readings #free tarot reading #new year #Spotify #oracle cards #2024 #astrology #astro observations #wicca #hoodoo #witchcraft #manifestation #law of assumption #law of attraction #self concept

[megamindsecretlair]

Mr. Black, Part 4

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), oral (male and fem receiving) dirty talk, praise kink, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre invited you to his place. After pampering yourself on his dime, you're still not sure that this is what you should be doing. However, he can be very persuasive.

Word Count: 6,439k

A/N: Lissen, don't look at me okay?! This story is scratching a deep fucking niche. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 - Completed

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Getting pampered was exactly the remedy you needed. You got your nails and toes down in your favorite color. You couldn’t stop looking at the pretty color on your nails and squealing about it being on Tre’s dime. You felt slightly guilty, so you made sure to tip with your own money.

You went shopping for a sexy pair of black lingerie with all kinds of peek-a-boo straps that you imagined Tre uncovering. The front covered your boobs with an intricate flower design trailing down to the panties that covered your pussy. Straps connected to the underwire, middle, and over your hips. The back was a criss cross of straps ending up with a strip of fabric in your ass that was surprisingly comfortable. 

You took your time getting dolled up. Running a shower to get the gunk off of you and then hopping in the bath to truly soak. You massaged your favorite lotion into your skin. You felt dirty over such a simple task but you knew that Tre would appreciate the extra care.

You felt downright naughty as you shimmied into the lingerie piece. You checked your ass in the mirror while you adjusted the straps and made sure that your body was banging. Tonight had to be the last night you two got together. 

You couldn’t be held responsible for this thing between you. You had no idea what to call it. He wasn’t yours and you weren’t his, despite his proclamations otherwise. You didn’t need the extra headache of sleeping with your boss.

But how could you stop? When you got around him, you just wanted to hop to his every command. You loved the way he loved your body, playing it like a well tuned instrument in a prodigy’s hands. If you experienced such incomparable pleasure, who else could compete? 

You had time to think about how you were going to tell him that tonight absolutely had to be the last time between you. It had to be. You chanted that in your head as you pulled up to Tre’s house. 

You expected some huge mansion with fifteen bathrooms and a million bedrooms. His house was a modest two story that was picturesque in its simplicity. The house was white with black trim, clean lawn, and a wide brick front porch. There was even a tiny fence around the lawn, more decorative than anything else. 

Ascending the stairs was not unlike walking to your death as you knocked on the door and rang the doorbell. Your nerves skittered along your spine, twisting your stomach into painful shapes. 

Before long, Tre opened the door. You didn’t know why you kept expecting certain things about him. He defied expectations. Laughed in its face as he marched to the tune of his own drum. 

He licked his lips as he took in your sexy little black dress and fuck me heels. He stepped to the side and held his hand out so that he could help you over the threshold. You took his warm hand with a smile, letting him pull you inside. He closed and locked the door behind you.

The foyer area was spacious with dark features. The furniture was dark wood, floors cherry, and the walls painted a velvety blue. He helped slip your coat off of your shoulders and sighed in appreciation.

“Good evening, beautiful,” he said.

You lifted an eyebrow and turned to look at him. He said nothing as he continued to look you over. Wait till he saw what you wore underneath.

You dug in your clutch purse and handed him his card. “You have to take this back,” you said. 

He looked at the card in your hands. He placed his hands in his pockets and you pressed your lips together, preparing for a fight. You were a bit distracted by what he wore. He was in his signature black but pared way down. He wore a long-sleeved sweater with the sleeves rolled up three-quarters of the way up his muscled arms.

His pants were loose fitting, almost like lounge pants, but didn’t look to be so. He didn’t wear shoes in the house, opting instead for black house shoes. His glasses were perched on his nose and his beard looked just as soft as you remembered from earlier in the day. 

You squared your shoulders and shoved the card against his chest. “You have to take this back,” you said once more. 

He smirked at the card. “As much as I want you to keep them heels on, I will ask you to slip them off,” he said.

“Are you listening to me?” 

“Keep the card. It’s yours now. Spend all my money,” he said.

You sputtered and gaped at him. “I-I can’t. That’s…” 

The complete opposite to what you were trying to do tonight. Would it be completely wrong to wait till after you got dicked down to tell him that this was over? You wrestled with your morals. Yesss…

“Sir,” you said with a deep breath. Time to rip the band aid.

“I made us dinner and I want to discuss some things with you before you try to end this,” he said.

“How did you know?” 

Tre only shook his head, nodding down at your shoes. You scoffed as you finally took off your heels. You bit back a moan as your feet hit the cold wood. You wiggled your toes and Tre caught the motion with an amused smile. 

“We’re similar in a lot of ways. Stubborn to the point of obstinate,” he said. 

He grabbed your hand and pulled you deeper into the house. You put the card up in your clutch one-handed. To your left, there was a small living room with a few couches and chairs. More like a receiving room than anything people actually lived in. Next to it, there was a formal dining room with dark tables and chairs, a cabinet with fancy glassware. It was like you stepped into a magazine. Everything was decorated and gorgeous.

Further down the hallway, a staircase led up to the second floor. It was a subtle spiral staircase and you wondered if the tour would continue up there. You supposed not. 

The hallway opened up to a family room. Here, the furniture looked a little more lived in. The walls were paneled and matched the blue couches. The stone fireplace did not have a fire lit. There was a large screen TV on the wall with a wooden cabinet beneath it with game consoles, remotes, and DVDs stacked in the corner. 

It seemed instantly cozy, like you just wanted to sink down onto one of the couches and sleep for five years. On the other side of the staircase, the kitchen had a half wall separating it from the main living room. There were three black bar stools that Tre led you to. He pulled it out for you and you sat down.

He entered the kitchen and pulled a top off of a boiling pot. The food smelled divine. Like creamy pasta. 

The kitchen had stained cabinets with a stone backsplash. The countertops were a light shade of ash wood and he had every modern compliance on the market. You eyed everything warily. 

Maybe he rented this place. There was no way he was this damn refined. Not with the way he acted most of the time. You felt like you were out of your depth here. You were used to dealing with well-meaning men who just…weren’t grown in the grand scheme of things.

Half the time, you had to do all the work. Sure, they said the right things and did the right things. But sometimes, little things would bother you. If it was their decision to go to the chocolate shop, you would pick out some candy. At the register, they would ask if you were going to buy it. It was incredibly awkward pulling your wallet out for an unexpected expense.

It was why you hated asking for things. Fuck ‘em. You made your own money and you didn’t need anyone to buy you things. Tre’s chain around your thigh rubbed against your other thigh as you settled fully on the bar stool. You still felt incredibly guilty wearing it but it added to how sexy you felt.

You were a conflicted ball of nerves and you hated your brain sometimes. 

“You think that this is something I started on the spur of the moment. I’m not that spontaneous,” Tre said, breaking the silence. 

You snapped your attention to him. He had his back to you while he stirred the pot. He tapped the wooden spoon against the pot and then picked up a metal one. He dipped it into the sauce, tasted it, and then rinsed it off. 

He replaced the top and then turned to look at you, leaning his arms on the countertop. “I’ve never been a trees for the forest type of guy. I see the whole damn forest. I see beyond it. I see what I want and I go for it with a single-minded focus. It’s helped in business,” he continued. 

Your heart thundered in your chest. You had no idea where this was going, but it seemed important. 

“When you started, I knew I wanted you. You were so…good.” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you said.

He shook his head. “Not bad. But it pissed me off. When you fire people for a living, you have to turn off that empathic part of yourself. You can’t see people, you can only see numbers. When you started, I wanted to stamp that goodness out if I could. Get you to quit on your own.” 

You gasped. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” 

Tre held up his hands. “Let me finish.” 

You wanted to climb over the table top and strangle that thick neck of his. But this was the most you ever heard him speak in one sitting. He was very much an action type of man. So you bit your tongue and waved for him to continue. 

“I needed you to quit because I couldn’t fire you. I promise you, you could have asked for all my life’s savings and I would’ve gladly handed it over. I didn’t need that shit if I was destroying people’s lives every twenty minutes.” 

You licked your lips as you digested this. You still knew so little about this man. He constantly surprised you. 

“I tried to resist you. I tried my hardest. I demanded shit. But the more you rose to the occasion, the more turned on I got. I don’t want to treat you like a sex doll, but half my day is spent bricked up just trying to get back in between your legs.”

Your pussy throbbed at his words. He shattered your world with these confessions. A world you carefully built brick by brick. Once you figured out how to interact with someone, you placed them in boxes. Tre was firmly in the asshole box, but now you weren’t so sure. 

“I just knew that the more I demanded, the more you’d get fed up and quit. So I could get you out of my system. I could get an ugly assistant and move on with my life. But then you kept calling me Sir, kept doing great work despite the typos and the lollygagging, and…I lost. I lost to you.” 

He stared at you with a crippling intensity. “When I called you into my office to address the typos, I didn’t know what would happen when I spanked you. I was ready for you to call HR or the police. But I had to know what your ass felt like in my hands. When you let me continue, it was like an early Christmas present. I had to see what else I could get away with.” 

He slowly walked around the kitchen, exiting it, and walking closer to you. Your eyes tracked his movements, unsure what to do or say. 

“The more you let me get away with, the more I want to try more and do more. Everyone else be damned. I’m not into feelings. But it’s clear that you need it to feel settled about this. I don’t know where this is going. But I know that I feel possessive already. You’ve been mine since you started and when I see you talking to another man, I want to kick his teeth in.” 

He got closer to you but didn’t close that final gap. You were close enough for his clean soap and airy scent to hit you. But far enough away that you’d have to lean to touch him. 

“I want to spoil you. I want to treasure you. I want to bend you like a pretzel and see if you break,” he said.

A laugh escaped you but there wasn’t a damn thing funny about the way he was looking at you. “You know how wild that sounds, right?” 

He smiled slowly and cocked his head. He was so deliciously sexy and being honest about his feelings was only turning you on more. The lingerie was a mistake. You were going to soak right through the little scrap of material and leave a puddle all over his nice, faux leather stools. 

“What I don’t know is how you feel. You’re either running away or trying to end this. But when you’re underneath me, I feel like you could feel something for me.” 

You bit your lip. Shit. You weren’t expecting honesty hour. Your throat turned parched and scratchy and you looked away from his face. 

“You scare me,” you said. You peeked at him and the only thing that changed was a raised eyebrow. 

“I don’t think you’ll hurt me in that way. I just feel like…this is what a well-adjusted adult looks like and that’s so not me. Like…you could have anyone you want. Why me?” You asked. You weren’t putting yourself down. You just knew you had to do a lot of work on yourself and no one was perfect.

“Why not you?” 

You giggled nervously. “Why me?” 

“Why not you?” 

Right. Stubborn to the point of obstinate. 

“I’m starting to think this is about control. Do you feel out of control with me?” 

You rubbed your forehead. “What are you, a therapist or something?” 

Tre smiled and rocked back on his heels. “I had an interesting childhood. I had to be an asshole to survive. My bull in a china shop routine isn’t going to get me anywhere with you. And if I haven’t made that clear, that is my goal.” 

“I never know what you’re feeling. Sex makes all the sense in the world. We’re both trying to get off. And you feel amazing. You know you do. But…me…” Was it about control? Did you hate that he made you unsettled, unmoored, and guessing for the first time in your life? 

You made it your mission to be prepared. To make up for your shortcomings. Your strength was in anticipating people’s needs and ensuring that you were as helpful as possible. To have someone like him trying to look after someone like you…it didn’t compute. He didn’t need anything. And you felt useless.

Tre waited patiently while you worked through your emotions. You hated that you couldn’t pluck them from your brain and explain it in a coherent way. 

“I’m scared that you’ll get bored with me. That this novelty will wear off and you’ll be fine while I’m jobless and embarrassed,” you admitted. There. You got that out.

Tre nodded. “I will not get bored with you. There is no novelty. I just want you,” he said calmly and plainly. 

“You say that now–”

“And I mean it now. I’ll mean it tomorrow and the day after that,” he said.

“You can’t make that promise,” you said. 

Tre smiled. Obstinate.

“What can I do to help you trust me?” He asked. He opened his hands. “I want to get to know you better.” 

“Patience. I need patience. You…consume. You take up the whole room when you’re in it. It doesn’t leave any room for thinking,” you said.

“Maybe you need to think less.” Tre walked back into the kitchen to check on the sauce. He turned off the stove and grabbed two bowls. He scooped pasta noodles into it and then ladled the sauce over it. 

He placed a bowl in front of you and on the place setting next to you. He fluffed salad in a bowl and then plated it on a smaller plate, placing it next to your bowl. He had different options for salad dressing so you pointed to your favorite one. He put some on your salad, some on his, and then he poured you some wine. 

 He rounded the kitchen and sat down next to you. He pointed for you to go first. The pasta both looked and smelled heavenly. Restaurant quality. You dug in, grabbing a big bite. You moaned around the taste.

“Good god, this is delicious,” you said. 

Tre smirked. “Been working on this sauce since last night,” he said.

“You knew you were going to invite me here last night?” You asked. 

“Beyond the forest,” he said. He dug into his own food. 

Conversation turned to lighter topics. He spoke briefly about that interesting childhood of his. He was rowdy, combative, getting into fights left and right. His estranged uncle stepped in, trying to be a father to him where his own wasn’t. Showed him how to “be a man”. 

It was beyond gender. It was how you carried yourself. How you spoke, how you dressed, how you interacted with others. If you were the biggest in the room, then it was your responsibility to protect those in the room. 

“That sounds impossible to live up to,” you said.

“Not when you really think about it. A man’s job is to protect those in his care. Cherish the people in his circle. To move with respect. It’s as easy as breathing,” Tre shrugged. “I know I’m an asshole but I’m not going to go out of my way to make someone else’s life miserable.”

“No, just mine.” You playfully rolled your eyes and Tre smirked. 

You told him about your family and how you always felt like you weren’t doing things right. You couldn’t compare to your siblings with amazing jobs and their heads on straight. The only thing in your life that made sense was school. 

After it, you just felt adrift. You flitted from one thing to the next, not knowing what you wanted to do with your life. It was dangerous to compare your life to others. But it felt like they knew exactly where they were headed. You on the other hand? You just wanted a fucking break. 

“You’re not doing anything wrong. Everybody is different,” Tre said.

“No, I know. I just…I don’t know what I want to do.”

“What gets you up in the morning?” 

“Money?” You giggled. When it came down to it, you wanted enough money to not have to agonize over your bank account week to week. To get money, you had to work for others. And you hated working for others. You hated being told what to do, what to wear, when to show up. 

“That’s a fair motivator. But what do you not mind doing for money?” He asked.

You shrugged. “There lies the rub,” you said. You finished up dinner, not able to eat another single bite. It had been one of the best dinners you had ever had. 

You and Tre moved over to the couch with your wine. You continued your conversation there, moving on to silly topics like video games and movies. You discussed the books you’ve read and he seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying.

This was a set up. He was seducing you. You eyed him over the rim of your wine glass as you listened to him speak about his favorite author. He had made no move to touch you. It was all you could think about. 

You shifted and placed one leg under you as you faced him. He copied your stance. You paid attention to his lips as he spoke. The way his voice played with sounds. You paid attention to his hands when he wanted to emphasize certain points. Hands that you had first hand knowledge could wring pleasure from you like wringing out a washcloth. 

“Are you okay?” Tre asked. 

“Huh?” You asked and blinked. The wine was making you feel airy and light. A light buzz. You felt good. Really good. And he was looking more good as you cataloged his movements.

Tre smiled. “I asked you if you wanted more wine,” he said.

“No, thank you.” The hell did he put in it? Because you were burning the fuck up. And you couldn’t stop thinking about his hands on you. His lips on yours. His dick sliding inside you. 

You scooted closer to him and placed your wine glass on the coffee table. He drained his glass and scooted closer as well, until you were breathing the same air. 

“Why haven’t you touched me?” You asked. The wine gave you a burst of boldness.

Tre smiled. “Do you want me to touch you?” 

“Why haven’t you?” 

“You can’t have it both ways. You either want patience or for me to steamroll ahead. I only work in absolutes,” he said.

You sighed. “Does that mean the sex stops?”

Tre chuckled. “Is that all I’m good for?” 

“Will you stop answering my questions with questions?” 

“Will you be honest with me?” Obstinate bastard. 

“I want you to fuck me!” You squealed. You bit your lip after but didn’t take it back. He couldn’t get you feening for his touch and then yank it away when it was convenient for him. 

Tre only watched you with an amused smile on his face. You wanted to smack it off of him. 

“Tell me what you really want,” he said. 

“I don’t want the sex to stop.” There, you said it. “I don’t want this to end. But you have to…let me adjust to it.” 

He kept looking at you. “Do you want me to say I want you? Is that it?” You asked.

“Do you?” 

You growled and Tre chuckled. “I want you,” you said. 

Tre ran a finger across your jaw. He lifted your chin and leaned down for a soft kiss. “Show me you want me.” 

You leaned back to look into his eyes. You should have known. Nothing about this man was easy.

You stood up and took the straps off your shoulders slowly. Tre adjusted his position to face forward as you moved to stand in front of him. You kept your eyes on his as you unzipped your dress and let it cascade down your body.

Tre hissed as he took in your lingerie set. “I buy that for you?” 

“You did,” you said with a smile. 

“Money well fuckin’ spent,” he said. 

You stepped out of your dress and picked it up. You placed it on the couch so it wouldn’t wrinkle too badly. Then, you slowly sank to your knees in front of him, rubbing on his legs. You rubbed on his thighs, getting higher and higher. His pants began to tent as you got closer to the waistband. He didn’t help you as you unbuttoned his pants. You gripped his hard dick and moved the tip across your lips.

Precum painted your lips and you licked your lips around the tip of him. He took a deep breath, jaw flexing. You stared into his eyes as you slowly swallowed him down. You struggled to completely get him in your mouth, but soon you were drooling on his dick.

Tre adjusted his hips, pulling his pants down a bit more as you began to suck him down. Your hands gripped the rest of him and you rubbed his shaft while paying attention to the head of his dick. You licked and played with the velvety soft head of him, flicking your tongue across the tip.

He hissed and jerked as he moaned. He moved his arms to the back of the couch, relaxing into the blow job. You watched as he threw his head back so all you saw was his luscious beard. You bobbed your head faster, the way you knew he liked. 

You were rewarded with his moans getting louder, deeper, with a rattle in his chest that had you clenching your thighs together. 

“I’m about to bust,” he moaned. 

You continued sucking him off, hollowing your cheeks. He tensed before he unloaded in your mouth. The salty musk of his cum splashed down your throat and you swallowed all of him down. You moaned and let him go with a wet pop. 

Tre blew out a breath as he rubbed his face. “Thank you,” he said. 

You smiled at him. His fingers traced the corners of your mouth where drool likely escaped you. You turned into a sex fiend where he was concerned. 

“Get up here,” he said. 

You stood up and moved to straddle his legs so you could finally get some dick. He shook his head, pointing towards the couch. He took off his glasses and put it on the coffee table. You laid down and Tre grabbed your ankle. He pushed it to the back of the couch, spreading you completely open for him. 

His hand found the chain around your thigh and his eyes briefly flared looking at the tiny “T” dangling from it. He wrapped his hand around it while he brought his face down against your pussy.

He licked you over the fabric and you moaned, gyrating your hips against his face. He licked the crease of the set, capturing part of your skin and you shivered in the warm room. 

“Please,” you whispered. 

“Please, what?” He asked. His breath fanned over your damp pussy and you shivered again. You needed relief right this second.

“Please, Sir,” you begged.

He used his free hand to move your panties to the side and finally bring his lips to your pussy. He moaned when he discovered how wet you were and how much he got to lick up. You were dripping with your essence, right onto his face and the couch. 

“Fuck,” you shuddered, the word shaky in your throat. 

“Mhm, get louder for me. Just me and you here,” he whispered against your pussy. And then he really went to town, digging his face so far into your pussy, you felt the way his jaw flexed. 

He was right. You were finally in an appropriate place to have sex. You could be as loud as you needed to be. You began to moan louder, encouraging him with a twist of your hips and roll of his tongue that he was eating you out exactly how you liked.

He paid more attention to your clit, sucking and slurping up your juices. You felt the burn in your thighs as you were nearing your peak. The tightening in your belly worsened until you were snapping your thighs together, screaming out your release. 

Tre was right there to feel you cum on his tongue. He hummed in satisfaction as you shook against his face. When you calmed down, when your back came back down to rest on the blue couch, he straightened up. He had your juices trailing down his beard and he wiped a hand down the lower half of his jaw. 

“Come on,” he said. He grabbed your hand and helped you sit up on the couch. Then, he headed towards the stairs.

The upstairs was just as well-decorated as the first floor. It was all a blur as he tugged you down the hall towards the master suite. You weren’t really surprised that his sheets and comforter were black. It suited him more so than the earthy tones throughout the rest of the house.

You moved to get on his bed, but he stopped you. He planted a wet kiss on your lips, taking his time to fully explore you. His hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you deeper into the kiss. The pressure on your neck made your eyes roll back in your head. 

“Wait here,” he said. He placed one last kiss on your lips before moving away. You watched as he went into the bathroom. 

You just came but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You wanted him. You wanted that dick between his legs to make you walk funny in the morning. Water turned on, sounded like the shower, and you wanted to walk in there to see what he was doing. 

He came out of the bathroom, taking off his shirt. You gasped softly. Fuck. He was beautiful. You openly ogled his body. Thick, rippling muscles. A sexy layer of bulk that you could bounce a quarter off of. 

He looked damn good in his suits. He looked damn good in casual wear. But shirtless? Your knees wobbled and you wondered if you were going to swoon. 

He approached you slowly, like a predator stalking a prey. His hands reached out to run across your lingerie that suddenly felt too tight. He began to unsnap, kissing the parts of you that he revealed. Inch upon inch of you was uncovered, covered in his kisses. 

He freed your breasts and rubbed sensation back into it. He plucked on your nipples and you moaned softly. “I need you to wear this again,” he said.

You giggled and turned in his arms so that you could face him. He bent down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. 

“Did you turn the shower on?” You asked.

“Mhm,” he moaned against your nipple. 

You answered with a moan as well, biting your lip because it felt too damn good. “But…”

“I got a shower cap for you,” he said.

“There is no way I’m letting you fuck me with a shower cap on!” Oh god, how embarrassing.

“Do you think it would make you less sexy to me?” He straightened up and kissed you. “You are the sexiest creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. You could wear a sack and I’d want to fuck the coins out of you,” he continued.

You laughed, covering your mouth to keep from squawking like a chicken. Tre lowered your hands and looked into your eyes. 

“I’m in it. Are you?” 

Why couldn’t he make shit easy for once? You nodded. “I’m in it.” 

He pulled you to the bathroom, leaving your lingerie on the floor. His bathroom was gorgeous. The floors were cream tile with big squares. He had plenty of rugs inside so you weren’t stepping on the cold floor for too long. He had a walk-in shower with clear glass doors. The sink was at a comfort height, two sinks, with soft gray towels hanging from a bar.

He had a long cabinet that stretched nearly to the ceiling and you longed to rub your hands over it. You only dreamed of bathrooms like these. You didn’t think they actually existed outside of supremely rich houses where they were wasted on people with no appreciation. 

Steam filled the room, frosting over the glass doors and mirrors. Tre dropped his pants to the floor, picked them up, and threw them into a hamper you hadn’t seen. He handed you a shower cap. 

You took a deep breath and put it on, tucking your hair inside. Welp, here you were in all your crazy glory. 

He didn’t see you any differently. He pulled you in for a soft, tender kiss and then opened the shower door. You stepped inside and the warm water hit your back and you sighed. You usually liked it way hotter than this.

The devil himself needed to come out and lick your back in order for you to feel comfortable in a shower, but the point wasn’t to get clean at the moment. It was to get dirty.

You leaned forward, palming his dick and running your hands along his length. Tre moaned low in his throat before gripping your hips and pushing you against the wall of the shower. Your back hit the cold tile but you were saved by his warm, strong hands as they rubbed your back. 

He rubbed his dick, getting slick from the water. He began to kiss you and you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. The shower cap crinkled and you had a brief stab of embarrassment. 

It quickly dissipated as Tre lifted you up. You squealed, wrapping your legs around his hips. He grinned evilly while you clung to him for dear life. He was doing a whole lot in this slippery ass shower. 

Panic and arousal drove your nerves through the roof. You took deep breaths, trying to focus on the water on your side. 

“I got you,” he said. He pushed your back against the wall and spread your legs to accommodate his hips. He shifted as his dick found your entrance. With the water and your arousal, he was able to slide in easily.

You groaned, your jaw dropping open. “Never get sick of that,” he said. 

He placed one hand on the wall behind you to brace himself. Then, he set to work thrusting into your wet heat. He groaned as he started to slide easier due to fresh arousal leaking out of you. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. 

“Mhm, feelin’ so good on this dick,” he groaned. 

Your thighs shook as he thrust into you slow and deep. He set a relaxed pace, making sure to get as deep as possible on every stroke. You felt every inch of him. Every last smooth glide of his mushroom head against your inner walls. 

Your hands gripped his smooth, deep onyx skin. Water droplets hit his head, beard, and arms. You gripped the back of his neck and held on as he grunted and hit you deep enough to bruise. You cried out, cumming immediately on his dick. 

“Fuck, let me feel it,” he said. He stopped moving as you convulsed on his dick, unable to form a sentence or thought. You squeezed the hell out of him, feeling incredibly full. 

“You can give me another,” he said.

“I can’t,” you moaned.

“Yes, you can. You can give me another before I bust all in this pretty pussy,” he moaned. 

“S-Sir!” You whined. You didn’t have another one in you. It was impossible. Your lips sloppily found his as his tongue mimicked what his dick was doing. Both speared inside of you and you moaned, thighs shaking, toes curling. 

He grunted and moaned in your ear, whispering filthy things. “Come on, I know you can do it. I know you got another one. I know you want to cum all over this dick again. You know you want me to feel how good I tear this shit up.” 

You cried, a wailing keen that sounded loud. It was amplified in the shower due to the tile. You sounded needy. You sounded desperate. 

“Give me another one. Let that pussy go,” he cooed.

“Sir, Sir, Sir,” you chanted. Somehow, that dick was able to pull another one out of you. You screamed as you came, growing deaf in one ear. A high, tinny ringing pierced your ear as you came once more on his dick.

He moaned and kissed your ear. “That’s it. Don’t that feel better? You did so good. So good lettin’ me feel that pussy creamin’ on this dick,” he moaned.

“Sheeit,” you moaned. 

Tre sighed and screamed out his climax, pumping you with thick spurts of cum. You shook and twitched as you felt him pulsing inside of you. He slipped out, letting you down to stand on wobbly legs.

He lifted your leg so he could watch himself slip out of you. “Sheit,” you moaned as you felt his cum leaking out.

Tre used his fingers to fuck some of it back inside you. You squealed and twitched. Your clit was entirely too sensitive. “I can’t,” you cried.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he said. Not sounding the least bit sorry. 

Who the hell was this man? You couldn’t figure him out. He cooked you dinner, ate you out, and delivered orgasms like some full service sex god. He unnerved you. He was an enigma. It was driving you crazy trying to puzzle him out.

Tre smirked as he grabbed a washcloth, soaped it up, and began to wash your body. His soap that you loved so much smelled even better up close and personal. He helped you flip over so he could get your back and ass. He was careful to clean your pussy, running the cloth back and forth over your clit.

You whined and shook as he did so and he planted kisses all over your face, enjoying your torment. Asshole. He helped rinse you off and then he stood under the shower. He grabbed a fresh washcloth and cleaned himself off. 

You grew sleepy watching him soap up that sexy body of his. He watched you, smirking and throwing winks your way as he lowered the cloth to his dick. You watched with rapt attention. 

You only wished you could suck him back down and make him scream and squirm like he had you doing. He rinsed off and then turned off the water. He left the shower first, grabbing thick, buttery towels. He wrapped one around his waist and then helped you out of the shower. 

He wrapped the towel around your body and helped you to the room. He dried you off completely. He made sure every last droplet was wiped from you and then removed the shower crap. He fixed a few fly away hairs.

“Sexy,” he murmured. 

You could only stare at him. You were out of your depth once more. Unable to sort through your emotions and give this a name. He leaned down for a kiss. His wet beard tickled your chin. 

He lowered you into the bed and dried the rest of his body off. He peeled back the covers and let you slide in. You sighed. You felt so warm and comfortable. Tre slid in behind you, pulling your waist into his hips. His dick settled into the crook of your ass and he nuzzled into your neck.

“Night, beautiful.”

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[puffins-studio]

Persephone 🌺

I love Hadestown! and Persephone is probably one of my favorite Greek goddess in any media. This is a re sew as I made the main cast like 4 years ago and then after I did some other re sews and my wicked costume dolls, I really wanted to re do her. I think might re do hades later.

I love all the design details in Hadestown so much, and one of the things I love about the costumes is the little detail of how they are wearing something red and it as if that item shows how they love. The handkerchief, a bracelet, flowers, and the back of Hades vast is red. I just thought that this is something special as Orpheus show his love out right, Eurydice hide it as her coat covor her bracelet for most of the time, Persephone show her love in what she love as it her flowers, and for Hades you know it there but it just hidden. I just like this little hidden metaphor as you really have to look for it. And it also give more meaning to the costume and a better appreciation for the costume and who ever did them.

Also it breaks my heart when she starts singing with Hades in Wait for Me and the little detail of Hades looking back too her. And them dancing!

[ID: The picture is a felt doll that is the shape of a gingerbread men with a big circle head she is Persephone From Hadestown. This is the Amber Gray version. She have tan felt for skin, and wavy curly brown hair that hangs over her left shoulder. In her hair ahe have green and orange feathers and red pink flowers. She have on black leggings/shoes. And she in a green dress that have a sweetheart neckline. The skirt is ruffled with the sleeves going to her elbows and big ruffles over her shoulders. And she have on a black choker.:ID]

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[spice-olympus]

This Overwhelming Feeling of Joy

Summary: My interpretation of Hades and Persephone's wedding night, past the fade-to-black. Loving married sex, some height difference technicalities, and a lot of laughing in bed.

Content Warnings: brief mention of past sexual trauma, size difference

Rated: E (18+ Only, Please!) / Read It On AO3 Here!

Persephone all but collapses onto the couch when they reach their room, giggling in spite of herself from the pure unreality of the last twenty-four hours. The early morning light of Olympus is coming through the wide windows, but Persephone’s body is still buzzing with excitement. She’s already running over memories of her wedding day as she watches Hades cross the room to pick up the telephone and order them beverages. Eros dancing with her, spinning her until she was dizzy: Hera’s smile as she congratulated them: Hades’s whispered vow, the words crawling up the nape of her neck before his public words of love and support.

“Thanks,” Persephone says when Hades hangs up the phone. Her throat hurts from singing and laughing and crying, and hot tea sounds like just the right thing. Her husband (!!!) comes to kneel beside her, his hair in disarray from a night full of celebration. He’s even more beautiful like this, in the dim morning light, the same giddy disbelief on his face.

“I’m still so wired, but so tired at the same time.” Persephone gets a foot out from under the many layers of her wedding dress and Hades accepts it with both hands, his skin always so cool against Persephone’s. “My feet hurt from dancing.” Hades slips off her shoe, one finger running along her heel.

“Did you like the party?” He sounds almost nervous, as if he couldn’t tell that Persephone was having the best night of her life.

“Yes, it was perfect.” Persephone grins over the ruffled layers of her skirt. Her shoe looks like a doll’s toy in Hades’s hand, his fingers easily wrapping around it. It takes her a moment to see just how unsettled he looks by his own question, and the uncertainty on his face hasn’t been dispelled by her answer. His eyes are still on her foot, and he doesn’t look up at her to meet her eyes.

Persephone pushes herself up, fighting against the dress to get closer to Hades. “Please don’t overthink it,” she says, pleading.

“Didn’t I stop you from ‘doing all the things’?” Hades asks, still looking to one side.

“Hades look at me,” Persephone says, and his eyes snap up obediently. “If I did not want to marry you, we wouldn’t be sitting here. Got it?”

“Loud and clear.” Hades’s shoulders finally drop from their anxious arch, and Persephone smiles, relaxing back against the arm of the couch.

“And we can still do all those things. They’ll just be even better because you’re my husband now.”

“I like the sound of that.” Hades playfully scoops up Persephone’s bare foot and presses a kiss to the ball of her foot, right where the ache of dancing has settled. Persephone closes her eyes to enjoy the feeling of his attention.

“There’s only one problem,” she says, hiding her smile as she unhooks the garter belt under her skirts and pushes her stocking partway down.

“And what is that?” Hades asks, clearly picking up on her mood as he gets to his feet and pulls her stocking the rest of the way off. Persephone wiggles her toes, finally free from all their layers, then pushes her dress down so she can roll onto her stomach.

“Well, you see… I had bought some lingerie for tonight, which I intended to change into. But I can’t all these buttons undone myself…”

“I can help you with that.”

Hades picks her up in one swift movement, making Persephone squeak and then throw her arms around his neck. Again she laughs from the pure joy, as he carries her to the bed and shoulders aside the sheer curtains that surround it, setting Persephone down on the mattress. He’s so careful with her, brushing the skirts of the dress down so it doesn’t fold the wrong way, then running a hand down the curve of her back, where the thirty silk buttons run from her neck to the ruffle of skirts.

“So, you’re not going to rip my dress off?” Persephone asks, propping herself up on her elbows so she can look backwards.

“Maybe another time,” Hades promises, laying one hand on her back. She can feel it through the dress, the way it spans her shoulder-blades. Smiling, Persephone closes her eyes and surrenders herself to the feels of Hades working his way down her dress, one button at a time unfastening and letting the cool air of the room whisper across the skin of her back. Hades’s fingers trace little patterns on every inch of exposed skin, a quiet worship that reminds her of the vow he whispered to her at the altar, of power and respect.

“You know, it’s very hot in the mortal realm all the time,” Persephone finds herself saying, as Hades reaches the small of her back, the last of the buttons, and spreads her dress open. “Even when it rains, it’s still warm.” She wriggles out of the sleeves and lets the bodice fall around her waist, twisting up to face her husband. He looks almost dazed, his eyes focused on her face as if he’s trying to absorb her words with all of his attention. “But on a rare day, the temperature will drop briefly.”

Persephone hooks her fingers into her husband’s pants and undoes the clasp, tugging his shirt up so she can touch the hard planes of his stomach, then turn her attention to undoing the buttons of his shirt. He’s still looking at her with all of his attention, as if he doesn’t notice the way she’s opening his shirt, exposing the lines of his chest and the scars that slash across it. His arms are still at his sides, letting Persephone slide the straps of his suspenders down and then throw his shirt back off his shoulders.

“I don’t know what it is about the sudden chill, but I would always get this overwhelming feeling of joy.”

The intensity of his gaze makes Persephone feel transcendent. She pulls her hair out of the bun, runs her hands through it and flicks a few stray bobby pins onto the floor beside the bed. “It was always marred by ambiguity… but I think it was about you.” She rests her hands on his chest, spreading her fingers out to feel the coldness of his skin. Just like the Underworld, just like those brief cold patches that caught her unawares in the mortal world, raising the hair on the back of her neck.

As if finally released from a spell, Hades moves, pulling her against him and tilting her chin up to press their mouths together. Here, Hades is warm, and his tongue is a demand against her lips, his hands holding her tight. Hades pulls away from her only to press a kiss to the side of her neck, and then down to her breasts. Her bra stops him from reaching lower, but he places lingering kisses along the swells of her cleavage, his hands reaching around to undo the clasp and pull it away.

“You’re beautiful,” Hades murmurs, and Persephone is dizzy with it all.

“I’m yours,” she answers simply, and Hades buries his face in the curve of her neck, his hands on her waist holding her even tighter for a moment. Persephone hopes she has bruises tomorrow, although she knows her divine skin is made of tougher stuff than that.

After the moment to regain his composure, Hades reclaims her lips. Persephone has never felt so wonderfully overwhelmed by someone’s touch before Hades: she feels wild when he kisses her, like she could tear his clothes off and crawl into his ribs just to be closer to him. It scares her and excites her in equal measure.

Hades presses her gently back against the pillows, and Persephone lets it happen: Hades doesn’t break the kiss as he pushes her wedding dress down and down and off her legs. Persephone hears the soft sound of it hitting the floor beside the bed, and now she is just in her underwear and Hades is running his hands over the curves of her sides, the swell of her hips, the divots that separate her hips and thighs.

It’s lovely, and then Hades leans down close enough that their chests brush, and Persephone flinches.

Immediately, Hades draws back from her, hands held up as if in surrender. 

“No, come back,” Persephone protests, reaching out for him. “You startled me, come back.”

“Am I too cold?” Hades asks, hands still hovering.

“Of course not. Keep kissing me.” Persephone manages to reach Hades’s face and pulls him back down, cupping both sides of his jaw and guiding their lips back together. Hades allows it, but his hands stay on either side of Persephone’s head, no longer touching her, and something about it doesn’t feel right. She feels trapped.

“Can we-” Persephone mumbles, pulling back from the kiss. She’s frustrated with herself and this feeling. Her wedding night is supposed to be perfect, isn’t it? “Could I, uh-” She can’t say it out loud but she flips her hands around and raises her eyebrows at Hades.

“Oh! Of course.”

Hades picks her up and twists around so that his back hits the pillows and drops Persephone on his chest. She makes a little sound of surprise at the maneuver, but once she’s sitting on top of him, it’s definitely much better. She stretches her arms, reasserting her freedom, and looks down to see Hades staring up at her with awe-struck eyes.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, and Persephone aches with love and need in equal measure.

“Please.”

His hands are back on her before she can breathe, settling on her hips in quiet appreciation, then running up her sides with a light enough touch that Persephone twists and giggles from the touch, too ticklish. Hades’s lips quirk, clearly saving that information for later. For now, he cups her breasts in his hands, running a thumb along their curve and then in dancing circles inwards until it brushes over her nipple and Persephone arches with a gasp. It’s a light, exploratory touch, yet she feels it down to her toes.

Her hands come up, searching for something to grab, and settle around Hades’s wrists, keeping his hands where they are. He scratches his nails gently on the sides of her breasts and Persephone can’t breathe. Hades doesn’t stop touching her, switching between light touches and sweeps across her nipples, keeping her on-edge and writhing in a new symphony of feelings. It’s so much and not enough, and she realizes she’s grinding down on Hades’s chest, trying to get friction.

On the verge of overstimulation, Persephone breaks his grip by leaning down and kissing him again, enjoying the new angle and the way he has to tilt his chin up for her, instead of the other way around. Mirroring Hades earlier, Persephone presses more kisses to his jawline and his throat, down to his pectoral, where she gives into temptation and presses her teeth into his skin.

Hades jolts and groans and one hand comes up to cup the back of her head.

“Harder,” he tells her, and Persephone obeys, biting down until Hades hisses through his teeth, then peppering the area with gentle kisses to make it better. There’s something satisfying about seeing the double-curve of her teeth in his skin.

Persephone has to scoot back to press a kiss to Hades’s stomach, then the curves of his hips, and she impatiently tugs at his pants to try and get the out of the way. Hades laughs and pulls her forward again, cupping her butt with both palms and dragging her up to his chest. Then he lifts his hips and pushes down his pants, kicking them off the end of the bed.  

Persephone wants to see all of him. She reaches back and hooks her fingers into his underwear, tugging at them just as demandingly. Hades laughs again and obediently removes them, then slides a finger under Persephone’s waistband with a questioning eyebrow. Persephone catches his hand and brings it to her mouth so she can kiss his open palm, a silent answer: not yet.

Then she makes her way backwards, so she can straddle Hades’s thighs instead of his chest. It’s not the most elegant manoeuvre she’s ever done, but her mountain of a husband necessitates a little bit of climbing, and they both laugh a little.

Once Persephone is settled, she runs her hands over Hades’s thighs and just looks.

She’s seen Hades’s scars in the pool, but now she can see how they wrap around his hips as well, spanning his body from head to thigh. They shine with the reminder of his immortality: injuries that would have killed anything that could die. Evidence of trauma and evidence of the fact that nothing can take her husband from her.

Beyond that, Hades is an oasis of indigo against the white sheets of the bed, his cheeks faintly dotted with blushing stars as he lets Persephone look her fill. Mortals could write endless poems about the lines of his hips and the ripple of his muscles, and all of them belong to her now.

And then Persephone looks down and is absolutely stunned.

How is that supposed to fit inside me???

She reaches down and gingerly touches the base of his cock, a light press of the fingers to assess that she is, in fact, looking at the real thing. It jumps under her fingers, a slight reaction, and Persephone pulls her hand back, surprised. This is new territory for her: she doesn’t know how to make this good for him. Remembering some half-forgotten porn videos, watched on the phone Artemis had given her, she steels herself and reaches out again.

This time, she wraps her hand around him, finding that her fingers can’t reach all the way to her thumb. She makes an involuntary noise at this realization and Hades laughs, though the sound is strangled.

He reaches up, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“We’ll take it slow,” he promises.

Persephone feels herself blush. “How does it… will it hurt?” She can’t imagine that it won’t, but she wants Hades to reassure her.

“It doesn’t have to,” Hades answers. “We’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

“How?” Persephone runs her fingers along Hades’s cock, fascinated by the texture. She can’t tell if he’s fully hard or just getting there, but the contrast of soft skin and tensed cords is hypnotizing. The skin is loose at the top and she wraps her hand around him again, pulling down the foreskin and revealing the flushed head, a darker indigo than any other part of him. She wants it to fit. She will make it fit.

“Well, first you’ll need these off,” Hades says, and again he tugs her waistband. This time Persephone takes the hint, tugging her panties off and tossing them into the pile of clothes scattered along the side of the bed. “Can I pick you up?”

“Now he asks,” Persephone teases. “Yes, my King.”

“Thank you, my Queen,” Hades says, and lifts her by the inside of her thighs, making her squeak again in surprise. Before Persephone knows up from down, her knees are on either side of the pillow, and Hades is looking up at her with an expression that is far too pleased.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Persephone is frankly worried that she’s going to drip on his face at this point.

“May I?”

“Anything, but- ohfuckHades-” Persephone curls over at the first pass of his tongue over her entrance. She thinks she might pass out, but instead she puts her hands against the headboard and does her best to hold on. “Are you really- ah-”

She doesn’t get through the question but it hardly matters because the answer is yes, he really is. His tongue is wicked, spreading her open and swirling around her clit, an endless back-and-forth that builds her higher than she knew was possible. His hands curl around her thighs, gently encouraging her to rock against his mouth, and Persephone didn’t know she was capable of making the noises she’s making. She rides the waves of pleasure, each one a new surprise, and when she looks down, Hades has his eyes closed and seems to be in ecstasy. His tongue traces circles around her clit, then teases at her entrance, and Persephone feels empty every time.

“Can you- can you-” She wants to ask for something inside of her, a tongue, a finger, anything, and Hades seems to know the rest of the sentence because on his next pass, he curls his tongue into her and she’s shaking apart, reaching down to circle her clit so that he doesn’t even think about moving. He flexes his tongue inside of her and she’s not stopping her own rhythm, and the orgasm takes her further than she expected, leaving her shaky-legged and hungry for more.

She shifts back so she can prop herself up with her arms, gasping for air. Hades is there, kissing her, and she can taste herself in his mouth, bitter and sweet at the same time.

Hades shifts them so that they’re lying beside each other and Persephone collapses on her side in relief, pressing herself feverishly against Hades. She’s so warm, his skin a relief against her breasts and her cheek. She can’t help but throw a leg over him, wanting him closer.

She feels Hades run a hand down her back, then over her thigh, up her inner thigh so that his fingers are close to where she wants them.

“Yes,” she gasps against his chest.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, and rubs a finger against her lips for a moment before slipping it inside of her. It’s much deeper than his tongue, and she tenses for a moment. He stops, and they both hold still against each other until Persephone breathes deep and relaxes again.

For a moment, Hades presses a finger to her clit, but Persephone winces from overstimulation and he gracefully switches his attention to the finger inside of her, pressing against her inner wall and making her spread her legs further to get more sensation. Two fingers at her entrance make her tense again, but he runs them up and down until she relaxes, and then he slowly slides them into her, and Persephone is on fire again.

She pulls at his shoulders, making him roll on top of her, which makes the angle better. He stays below her, his nose at the level of her chest, and she doesn’t feel trapped at all this way. His fingers rock into her, and he mouths at the curve of her breasts, as if he can’t help it when they’re right in front of him. After a few moments, he swipes his tongue across one of her nipples and Persephone’s back arches off the bed, forcing herself harder onto his fingers. Persephone makes out the corner of a self-satisfied smile before Hades puts his head down and starts to lavish attention on each of her nipples in turn, taking the opportunity to slide a third finger into her.

Persephone didn’t know that the stretch could feel good, but it does, something deep inside her taking pleasure from the sensation of being so full. The dull pleasure of his fingers and the sharp pleasure of his tongue flicking across her nipples is a contrast that has her rocking between them, her pleasure turning to near-silent gasps as she nears her second climax.

She’s sharply disappointed when Hades takes away his fingers, her hips rocking into nothing, but then he’s rolling them over again so that Persephone sits on top of him, and something better than fingers is bobbing in front of her, flushed and waiting.

The loss of her second orgasm makes Persephone desperate, and she wraps her fingers again around Hades’s cock, pumping it to get a feel for its width. Hades groans at her touch, head tossing back against the pillows.

“Remember- ah, take it slow.”

Persephone brings herself up on her knees, balancing on his hipbones, and positions Hades underneath her. She can’t help but feel it out, pressing the head against herself and then rubbing against it, a roll of her hips that has Hades grabbing the sheets on either side of himself. Once she’s sure that they’re both wet, she starts to drop down on him.

And oh, she didn’t know what full felt like before.

Hades is everywhere, inside of her and underneath her, one of his hands grabbing desperately at her thigh. The first orgasm did its work, the stretch almost lost in the slide, but before she gets very far, it starts to chafe. Working on instinct, Persephone pulls off and then settles back down, getting a little further the second time. Hades’s breath catches, but he lets her do what she wants. His hand tightens and relaxes on her thigh, her measurement of his self-control. She has to re-settle herself four times but then something feels right and she can take him deeper than before, gasping with pleasure as she finally reaches his base, legs splayed out onto the blankets.

Persephone can’t help but reach down and touch the place where they’re together. She can’t imagine it, even though she’s here, and the brush of her fingers against her clit make her gasp, throwing her headlong back into the need for her orgasm.

The only problem is that her legs are wide enough that she can’t get into position to ride Hades properly, so she tries rocking back and forth a little.

“Ah-” she gasps, just as Hades groans, and both of them reach out for each other, their hands colliding and tangling together.

Persephone experiments with the little purchase she has, rocking and twisting her hips, and Hades is a man undone beneath her, hips shuddering up against her now that he is no longer trying to keep still.

“Can I-”

“Yes,” Persephone gasps before he can finish, and Hades untangles his hands from hers, cups her hips and moves her. He picks her up just as easily as all the other times he’s scooped her up, and then he drops her back down against his hips.

He’s so deep inside of her, she can feel it everywhere, her whole body singing with it. He lifts her again and Persephone is desperate for it, wriggling against his grip to get him fully back inside of her, where he belongs. He doesn’t deny her, pressing up into her with his heels against the bed, and this way Persephone can feel him moving, thrusting into her like he’s just as desperate, just as wild.

“Yes,” she says again, and Hades holds her there above him, as if she weighs nothing, and he drives himself into her, their hips meeting again and again, and Persephone scratches her nails down his chest because it’s the only thing she can reach. His fingers cup her ass, thumbs digging into her hips, and she is flying in his grasp, running her fingers across his chest, his nipples, her own breasts, and finally giving in and touching herself, playing frantically with her clit as Hades sheathes himself in her over and over again. She can’t tell if she’s nearing climax or far over the edge, entirely lost in the arc of pleasure.

It seems like forever before Hades tires, but eventually he flips them over again and Persephone finds herself back against the cushions. Hades lifts her hips so he can kneel on the bed, not leaning over her but pulling her onto him. Persephone reaches up and braces herself against the headboard with one hand, using that to push herself back onto Hades with frantic need. His hips snap against hers, and she can hear them moving together.

He's trying to stay upright but he’s bowing towards the headboard, groaning each time their hips meet. Persephone pulls him down, so he can rest on his elbows. Her nose brushes against his chest like this, but she doesn’t care anymore, too lost in the exquisite pace of their bodies together, the way Hades is starting to stutter in his rhythm. Persephone drinks in the hitch of his breathing, the groan when she flicks a revengeful tongue against his nipple in return. His thrusts grow more forceful and Persephone puts both hands against the headboard again, in danger of being pushed against it but instead meeting him, strength for strength.

“I--- I love you, I love you,” Hades groans into her ear. “I love you.”

“Ah- Hades, Hades.” Persephone wants to say that she loves him too, but his name is the only thing that spills from her lips.

The sound of it seems to send him over the edge, and he pulls her against him with a moan. She can feel him twitching inside of her, the flood of warmth in her core, and it makes her desperate for her own release. She manages to get a hand down on herself, and it only takes a few desperate movements for her to be over the edge as well, Hades crying out as she ripples around him.

They rock against each other for a few more seconds, the waves of pleasure carrying them further. Their chests are both heaving against each other, and Persephone has to put her head to the side to catch her breath, Hades half-collapsed on top of her but still supporting his weight on his forearms. Finally, he runs a hand through her hair and pulls back, making Persephone wince as he leaves her. It’s a strange feeling of emptiness, no longer marking a need, now just a temporary ache of absence.

Hades rolls onto the mattress beside her and pulls her against him, curling around her back and tucking one arm over her so that Persephone is entirely covered by him.

“…we didn’t get under the blankets,” Persephone observes after a long pause, and both of them start to laugh.

“Let me fix that.” Hades manages to pull the blankets down so they can both scoot underneath, and then tugs them up to Persephone’s shoulders. “Better?”

“Mmm, cozy.” Persephone cups Hades’s forearm where it lies across her stomach. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. More than anything.”

Persephone smiles and nuzzles her cheek into the pillow. She’s exhausted and still humming with pleasure, and married.

She can’t imagine a better wedding night.

#lore olympus #fanfic #my writing #mdni #hades x persephone #lemon

[enchantedchocolatebars]

One Of Us (A story about my friend @princessrainbowpastel's geek goddess oc Persephone meeting the Disney princesses)

As the Disney princesses dolled themselves up in their dressing room, their door begun to open.

They immediately look to see a woman with light pink skin, wavy hair, and a purple chiton step inside.

Their attention is quickly piqued by her physical appearance.

She was beautiful.

Upon seeing the princesses, the woman yelps, her chubby cheeks tinting in embarrassment.

This wasn't Hade's dressing room.

"S-Sorry!" She quickly apologizes, giving a small bow.

As the woman attempted to leave...

"Princess, wait! Don't go!" The princesses would say in unison.

The woman was brought to a halt by those words as she turned to the royals.

"Princess?" The woman would question as she is quick to correct the girls. "Oh, no, no, no, I'm not a princess."

This woman was Persephone, the Greek goddess of spring.

"You're not?" The princesses all gasped in shock.

Persephone shakes her head.

"Oh, surely you must be a princess," Cinderella spoke, her voice tender and kind as she looked to Persephone. "Do you have dreams? Any aspirations?"

"I do," the goddess politely replied. She desired to be free, which she now is.

"Do you like animals?" Snow White asked, her forest friends gathering around her.

Persephone thought the animals looked so cute!

She gives the fairest of them all a nod.

Belle begins to bring out a brown book titled 'Beauty and the Beast' in gold letters.

As she presents the cover to Persephone, she opens the book and displays a page that shows her and the Beast happy together. "Do you know not to judge a book by its cover?"

"I do," Persephone told her. That was a lesson she learned as she spent more time with Hades.

"Are you shy?" Aurora would quietly ask, being a shy princess.

"Very," Persephone whispered back at the blonde as the two shared a giggle.

"Did you have an overprotective parent?" Ariel chuckled, thinking back to how her father was in the beginning.

"Still do," Persephone laughed, thinking about her mother, Demeter.

"Are you caring?" Jasmine asked in a genial voice.

"I am!" Persephone beamed. She cared a lot about her creations, as well as her family, other gods and goddesses, and Hades.

"Do you love your homeland?" Pocahontas inquired. She loved hers.

"Mm-hm," Persephone hummed. Earth was the land that she called home, and she had a strong attachment to it.

"Are you courageous?" Mulan asked.

"Sometimes," Persephone would admit with a small giggle. It did take a lot of courage to start standing up for herself.

Tiana pulled out a plate of her famous beignets. "Do you enjoy sweets?" The frog princess would offer with a sweet smile.

Violet eyes start to sparkle at the fried doughy goodness.

"I do!" She happily says, taking a beignet from the plate. Biting into it, she hums in delight at the taste. With a swallow, she smiles.

"Thank you!" she tells Tiana, finishing the rest of the square donut dessert.

The frog princess would continue to smile at Persephone. "You're welcome."

"Oh, oh, oh! I have a question for her!" Anna excitedly pulls out Olaf from behind her back and holds him up for Persephone to see.

"Do you have a friend?" The Arendelle princess would ask.

Olaf gives Persephone a cheerful wave.

"Aww, he's cute!" Persephone would comment as she waved back at the little snowman. "But to answer your question, I do have a friend." Her friend was Artemis, the goddess of the hunt.

"What about powers?" Elsa would ask next, summoning a small snow cloud above her hand.

"I do!" Persephone demonstrates by summoning a potted plant.

The princesses 'OOOH' in amazement at her ability. When she makes the potted plant disappear, they 'AHHH' at this achievement.

"Are you a fan of flowers?" Moana asked, handing her the reddish orange hibiscus from her hair.

"You have no idea!" Persephone lights up, taking the tropical plant.

She loved flowers.

A sincere smile spread on the lips of the Polynesian princess. "You're welcome."

Taking a sniff of it, she smiled.

It smelt stunning.

"Thank you!"

Merida figured it was her turn to question Persephone. "Are you Disney or Pixar?" The Pixar princess would ask, breaking the fourth wall.

"Uh..." Persephone had no idea. "I'm not quite sure, but, I guess I'll go with... Disney?"

Merida and the other princesses remained silent for a moment before agreeing in a harmonious manner.

She definitely seemed like the Disney type.

"Final question!" Rapunzel exuberates. "Do you believe in the power of..." She paused, expecting Persephone to know the answer.

"... Love?" Persephone would finish, her tone uncertain.

"Well, yes," Rapunzel replies, "But also, the power of..." She looked at her fellow princesses, who had the same eagerness in their eyes.

"PINK!🍨🌸🌷💗🧁💟" They'd all exclaim together. The princesses understood the power the color held.

It conveyed love, femininity, and, most importantly, cotton candy.

This answer surprises Persephone.

"Oh! Well, I do believe in the power of love. I'm not entirely too sure what the 'power of pink' is, but I do really like the color pink. Does that count?"

"Yes!" They all shout, lifting Persephone up in the air as they cheered.

She passed the princess test with flying colors.

"ONE OF US, ONE OF US, ONE OF US!" They chant.

Persephone giggled lightly at the praise.

Although she wasn't a princess, she's thankful that these ladies seemed to really like her.

Maybe they could all be friends.

She'd like that.

#(BESTIE IT'S FINISHED <333) #(plz share with me ur thoughts plz if you can) #(I'd love to know how i portrayed Persephone and the princessses) #(i think i got their core characters down lol) #disney #hercules #persephone #oc #original character #cinderella #snow white and the seven dwarfs #beauty and the beast #sleeping beauty #the little mermaid #aladdin #pocahontas #mulan #the princess and the frog #frozen #moana #brave #tangled #disney princess #disney princesses #movies #animated movies #writing #my writing

[thedarkacademian]

songs that give off Big Dark Academia Energy

(in my opinion****)

Little Dark Age / MGMT

Lavender Blood / Fox Academy

No Rest for the Wicked / Lykke Li

Persephone / Tamino

Thanotos / Soap&Skin

Writer in the Dark / Lorde

Cemeteries of London / Coldplay

Murders / Miracle Musical

The English Affair / Howard Harper-Barnes

Crimewave / Crystal Castles

Bang Bang Bang Bang / SoHo Dolls

Cigar & a 78 / Five Mile Town

Dark / Daffodils

The Cult of Dionysus / The Orion Experience

Masquerade - Ballet Suite 1: Waltz / Aram Khachaturian, London Symphony Orchestra

#dark academia #dead poets society #chaotic academia #the secret history #dark academia aesthetic #light academia #classic academia #aesthetic #the dark academian

[arethereanyoriginalusernames]

Hello, 911, I have an emergency. I have characters.

First of all… remember my Dangan-FuckThis project? Well after taking time working on my art and writing, I’m a bit more confident in accomplishing what I set out to do! So yes, I’m finally getting to it, Months later!

Second, I’m going to take the plunge and start posting more on here than I have been! A lot of my characters have received updates and whatnot, so…

If you want to see what stress and a lack of sleep can do to a bored mind, here you go.

Feel free to ask, reblog with tags, or send a telepathic message of what you want me to talk about.

You can ask about how I draw, write, design characters, etc. Or even ask about my dumbass characters themselves

I apologize for wasting your time, and below is a list of characters for anyone who needs one

Tales of Runaways

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Phoenix Dawnsview: Gay arsonist protagonist

Ifrit Dawnsview: Closet gay Mad scientist protag

Chronos Cendrillon: Time manipulating, eccentric telekinetic with secrets on secrets

Chess Malisci: Queen of thieves and a qualified therapist

Vlad Dracula The 628th: Emo vampire Boi who is anxiety incarnate

Wasp: Fairy Doctor with the power of illusions and who deals with everyone’s bs

Missi: Jellyfish shifter with healing powers and very odd ideas of how the world works

Syrellis: Nightingale shifter and former security guard and pickpocket who might have a death wish

Trix Faustus the Patchwork Demon: A theatrical, unpredictable demon with a flair for nonsense

Nymph: falsely convicted elf with a pack of wolves and the fury of a thousand suns

Persephone Zima: Six ft tall Russian necromancer

Kingsley: Blind informant with dubious loyalty

Jadis The Serpent Demon: Rockstar and former serial killer

Locket: Half demon with the power of ice and elite marksmanship

Arryn the Dream Demon: A scythe wielding makeup artist on a mission

Johnathan: “Just a rat”

Lithith the Flower Demon: Innocent demon child

Logan Orlok: Eccentric genius vampire who chugs vinegar

Athan Orlok: Vampire from this world’s version of the Kardashians, archer with an appreciation for beer

Poppet: Stressed teen bat shifter running a cafe under threat of death

Morteus The Grim Reaper: Less than genius incarnation of death

Surgat, Master of Lies: Head of a demon legion with a knack for deal making

Siren: Fashionable Elf seamstress

Fae: Elf dream Walker on a murder quest

Nightmare Garden: The upcoming And unpredictable girl group

Clairisse The Rock Angel: Edgy angel who will kick your ass

Dolce the Sweets Angel: (In)Famous, yet Isolated baker

Jophiel The Angel of Love: angel child learning about love

Pepper Kringle: The Spirit of Merriment

Scylla: A gorgon child who wants to explore the world

The Gods

Flaga: Mad Viking Fairy

Ceries The Vitriol Demon: Um. Licks skulls and drives ppl to… terrible things

The Dracula Family

Mina Hellsing: Cross dressing vampire who lives on a bat farm

The Future Characters

Blanche Clyde: She-devil of Dawnsview, former contract killer

The Secret Service

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Dangan-FuckThis

Dolly Wraith the Ultimate Emo Fashionista

Beck Jonas the Ultimate McDonald’s Employee

Zizzie Twitch the Ultimate Monster Energy Can Collector

Ben Smith The Ultimate Protagonist

Ami Yogi The Ultimate Cryptid

Tia Maxxx the Ultimate chalk eater

SuperSexyGurrl420_69 the Ultimate Fortnight Dancer

Brad the Ultimate Failing Student

Greg Glacée The Ultimate Mint Ice Cream Defender

Marion Jane the Ultimate Stoner

Ellie the Ultimate stuffed Animal Collector

Mary the Ultimate Cursed doll collector

Froggy the Ultimate YTP creator

Zee the Ultimate Bitch Face

Stephanie the ultimate klutz

Noah the ultimate Overwatch skin reviewer

Blegh the Ultimate Zombie

#fanganronpa #my art #idk

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 40 (SPOILERS)

"Shakespeare, don't bring that / Iambic pentameter" Either the Dodona screaming arrow starts spouting poetry or Meg does. Is the ultimate goal of this series to teach kids poetry?

"'A little warning, perhaps?' Jamie called." Yeah, the greatest danger a person falling out of a window poses is to the people below they may crush. How high up is it, anyway?

"We didn't see him." Oh, so he did fall into the void. Wtf?

"He Lityerses-ly flew out the window." Leo, you pull a muscle from that stretch? A for effort, though. I'll cut him some slack for the hostage situation he was just in.

"The two bumped fists as if they hadn't just spent the last few days talking about how much they wanted to kill each other. They would have made fine Olympian gods." Omg that's literally my family! We'd make great Olympian gods!

"[Thalia's] new gray highlights from my solar blast looked quite fetching." Did anyone else get gray highlights? Do Hunters' hair grow out? And again, skin cancer?

"We're going to need a bigger notepad." Why? Is iambic pentameter usually long?

"must the Lester go;" I'm fucking sorry? That caught me so off guard. I didn't expect his name to be so bluntly stated in the prophecy.

"Apollo starts to jive." Does jive mean something different here than I'm used to? I thought it meant to be on the same page as someone. JIVE (v.): 1. perform the jive or a similar dance to popular music 2. (Informal, US) taunt or sneer at 3. (Informal, US) talk nonsense

"But a full Shakespearean sonnet, complete with ABAB rhyme scheme, ending couplet, and iambic pentameter?" Oh, the horror! Not the couplets! These prophecies and chapterly haikus are slowly convincing me this whole series was an excuse for Rick Riordan to stretch his poetry-writing muscles.

"We will parse our doom later" PARSE (v.): analyze (a sentence) into its parts and describe their syntactic roles / examine or analyze minutely

"It kept me from thinking too much about the lines of the Dark Prophecy." Ay, he said the thing!

"I redesigned him so he's like a Lego kit, built for quick assembly!" Thank-freaking-goodness! He knows Festus is gonna get crunched, so he plans ahead!

"dissolving them into light. Could a quasi-deity such as Commodus do something like that to himself?" We haven't seen much of any of the Triumvirate's godly powers yet. This could be one. I'd be surprised if he died so easily. Anyway, important thing is that the triple-threat battle is still possible!

Hey, wait, why aren't Hades, Persephone, or Thanatos on the Triumvirate's case yet? They're escaped souls! I know we've established that souls escape all the time, but this should be pretty high on the ghost-wrangling list!

"Their bodies desiccate when their spirits pass on" DESICCATE (v.): remove the moisture from (something); cause to become completely dry "Heloise's body crumbled to dust." Okay, so it was just holding together for the funeral. Maybe that means she'll regenerate eventually? Let me cling onto that hope.

"Made this for you. You can take it with you when you go away." Noooo I just know they're gonna pull at our heartstrings with this little doll later down the line.

"if you ever want to talk--" "No, I'm good." Mood.

"Yet I could no longer feel annoyed with her for giving up my gift of divinity." Yeahhhhhh he's understanding

"hide his bald pate." Probably means head or scalp. PATE (n.): a person's head

"What of the Dark Prophecy?" Did everyone just unanimously agree to call it the Dark Prophecy? Do they all just hate it because it's too long?

#reading trials of apollo #reading the dark prophecy #reading toa #reading tdp #toa spoilers #trials of apollo spoilers #trials of apollo #the dark prophecy #percy jackson and the olympians #apollo pjo #apollo #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #leo valdez #thalia pjo #thalia #festus the happy dragon #festus #commodus pjo #commodus #triumvirate holdings #iambic pentameter #pjo #toa #pjo hoo toa #rrverse

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Demeter (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Mom by Persephone

Miss D by Liri

Demi by Iasion & the others

The Harvest Queen, Mother of Food by the people of Olympius

Age- 33 (immortal)

Location- Eleusis, Olympius

Personality- Demeter has an introverted temperament. She’s kind, generous, and nurturing. She’s fiercely dedicated and protective of her daughter. She's aware of her tendency to be a bit overbearing at times. She's recently single after ending a long term engagement.

Being the goddess of the harvest and agriculture, she has many powers & abilities. They include photokinesis, chlorokinesis, vitakinesis (healing), limited toxikinesis (as it relates to poisonous plants & fungi), atmokinesis (on par with Zeus), zoolinguism, limited geokinesis, taphokinesis (rot/decay manipulation), and being able to shapeshift into her sacred animals.

Much like most of the people in Eleusis, Demeter is vegan. She made the move there shortly before giving birth to her daughter. There, she founded a small agricultural college.

She's the only "A-list" god in the pantheon not to have a neighborhood inspired by her in New Olympus. She lives a very low profile life, not interested in the glitz and glam.

Her go-to drink is blackberry mint tea infused with hibiscus. She also likes aloe vera juice, coconut water, lychee juice, ginger ale, carrot juice, white wine, orange juice, mineral water, and Asteria's matcha tea. Her usual from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized iced green tea. When she drinks coffee, Demeter likes it with a bit of cream & brown sugar.

Demeter is the one of the few goddesses not to have a glamour doll collectible (by choice).

She's well known in the pantheon for her delicious vegan chocolate black bean brownies!

Demeter is a very skilled swordsman! She has an Imperial Gold sword crafted by the three blacksmithing cyclopes as a gift as well as adamantine sickles! She’s also informed in many styles of fighting- her favorite being capoeira.

A go-to that she likes getting from The Bread Box is the lemon edamame & avacado sandwich (on wheat bread) along with a kale citrus salad (drizzled with a red vinaigrette dressing).

She’s responsible for most of the supply of Olympius’ crops (as well as sending crops to the Underworld) & overseeing the production on all farms. The crops are then sent out to different establishments. Demeter is also the owner of a very successful hair care company called Glory’s Crown. The products are 100% natural and vegan & are very popular with millions of girls & women in all the realms! Her favorite go-to products to use are the sulfate free aloe & olive oil shampoo and conditioner & the almond and castor oil loc elixir.

She also makes homemade creams/lotions (she doesn't sell them), Demeter just does it for fun! Her beautiful dark skin is supple soft thanks to her homemade vanilla almond body butter. Demeter also makes homemade floral soaps that she gifts to neighbors.

Demeter loves snacking on white grapes and sunflower seeds.

In the pantheon Demeter's really good friends with Hera (goddess of women & marriage), Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood), Argía (goddess of holidays), Nárkosi (goddess of sedation), Epione (goddess of soothing pain), Theia (Titaness of sight & heavenly light), Livádi (goddess of meadows), Elpis (goddess of hope), Alectrona (goddess of the sun & morning), Nyx (goddess of the night), Asteria (Titaness of falling stars, astrology, magic, necromancy, & nocturnal oracles and prophecies), Erebus (god of darkness), Agathodaemon (Daemon) (god of vineyards, grainfields, & luck), Paean (goddess of physicians), and Damia (goddess of naturalness). She was also good friends with Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music) before he dropped off the grid. Outside the pantheon, she's also good friends with Iliana & Cyrus (Liri's parents). Demeter has had a falling out with former longtime employees & friends Eunostos (goddess of the flour mill) along with Eunostos' sister Promylaia. Demeter still has a good working/personal relationships with most other agricultural dieties like Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest) and Pherusa (goddess of substance & farm estates).

Demeter was an official mentor to Despoina (goddess of the arcadian mysteries, frost, winter, & shadows).

She personally respects & admires Gaia (goddess of the earth) and the established agricultural deity Eubouleus (god of the swine & ploughing).

Demeter will decorate her long dreadlocks with hair cuffs and wires. She's also fond of silk wraps, updos, & floral print headbands.

Her favorite makeup product to use is the Olmorfia lip gloss in the shade "Scorched Chocolate," a deep brown color. Demeter will usually line her lips first with a brown lip liner.

Some of her favorite meals include butternut squash risotto, sweet potato pie, coconut ginger chickpea soup, green bean casserole, and Iasion's homemade vegan pizza. She also likes Hestia's honey roasted corn!

She was gifted with the asparagus shaped jeweled Diamond Ave. clutch from Paean.

Demeter was in a long term relationship with a mortal man named Iasion, whom she calls "her greatest love." They met at a Cornucopia festival when her daughter was still young. He was the first person Demeter trusted to tell about her and her daughter’s godly identities. She ended things when some time after accepting his marriage proposal. Her other former lovers included Mecon (a mortal man) and Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest).

Her pastimes include gardening, yoga, aerobics, swimming, aromatherapy, cooking, sunbathing, kickboxing, acupuncture, surfing, reading, knitting, weaving, hanging out with her friends, painting, and most importantly- spending time with her daughter.

"There's nothing more powerful than a mother's love for her child."

#my oc #oc character #my character #my oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #demeter #modern greek mythology #modern greek gods #greek myth retellings #greek goddess #greek goddesses #demeter goddess #greek mythology #greek pantheon

[icantsaveyou]

tagged by @overandoveraqain (HIIIIII) to list ten of my songs on shuffle

1. Persephone by Doll Skin

2. Hearts & Minds by Pillow Queens

3. Take Me Away by MIREI

4. Tennessee by Manic Street Preachers

5. Ruins by Grumpster

6. I Don't Wanna Go Out by Wet Leg

7. Distinct Complicity by Bikini Kill

8. Death is a Star by The Clash

9. Til We Run Out of Air by Hatchie

10. Prologue by Chase Petra

tagging @disappearordie @antlerangel @bruiselavender @grocerystoreghost @ispyspookymansion @babybirbb @andrew3garfield !! if u wanna do it

#tag game #mutuals #songs

[gidianthe]

🎵 <3

I Want To Kiss You - The Spook School

Persephone - Doll Skin

Roses/Lotus/Violets/Iris - Hayley Williams

Gooey (stripped) - Glass Animals

Pheromones - Meth Wax

send me a “♫” and Ill put my music on shuffle and give you a 5 song playlist

[mrsbobbymckenzie]

This feels like a song MC would play on loop after breaking up with Suresh

#litg #love island the game #litg 2 #love island the game 2 #litg s5 #ex in the villa #litg eitv #eitv #my mc would be scream-crying along #Spotify

[applexscruff]

Wake Up Dead

SPONSORED BY: The WareHouse Sale I AsteroidBox I Paleto & Yomi

C R E D I T S:

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◉ W e a r i n g

- Head

Lelutka - Avalon Head [x]

Heaux - Sue Skin @ The WareHouse Sale [x]

Yomi - Petra Hair @ The WareHouse Sale [x]

Smolfry - Anya Lenses @ The WareHouse Sale [x]

Reverie - Juno Eybrows [x]

Just Magnetized - Gyaru Doll and Multi Look Eyeliner [x]

Dazed - Busted Nosebleed [x]

Yomi - Spiraling Gauged [x]

Swallow - Gauged Ears and Earrings S03 [x]

- Body / Clothes

AsteroidBox - Cory Top [x]

AsteroidBox - Nancy Undershirt [x]

Dappa - Diabolos Tattoo [x]

AsteroidBox - Syd Short @ Kustom9 [x]

DAE - Natural Nails [x]

Maze.Mods - Soft Thighs [x]

Stoic - Squish Harness [x]

- Accessories

Persephone - Apocalyptic Goggles [x]

DAE - MD Collar/Chain & CXR Cigarette [x]

Iicing - Posty Note [x]

Static - Binding Chains @ The WareHouse Sale [x]

- Backdrop

Paleto - Somewhere @ The WareHouse Sale [x]

Song

#SecondLife #TheWareHouseSale #Paleto #Yomi #AsteroidBox #Lelutka #Heaux #Smolfry #Reverie #JustMagnetized #Swallow #Dazed #Dappa #DAE #Stoic #Maze #Persephone #Iicing #Static #Kustom9

[metal-mouse]

#may your crimes be known #reni music

[magymacabre]

SENSITIVE

[RAW SHOT]

Credits

CLOTHES:

Candy Doll Aubry Dress Black

Stockings - WeArH0uSE [torn] Sheer/50%

Pox - Claire.Faux Coat in Black

Stiff - Daisy Panties

HAIR:

Magika - Hair - Jennifer

MAKEUP/TATS:

[HEXUMBRA] Gidget Eye Makeup- Liner (Tintable)

[HEXUMBRA] Nova Eye Makeup - 6

[HEXUMBRA] Daisy Cheek - Shy - Strong

[HEXUMBRA] - Spaced Out - Faded - Moonchild

. Nar Mattaru . Augmenta Tattoos {Normal} Evo X

. Nar Mattaru . Nocturne Face Tattoo {Evo X} Normal

Void - Flutter Lashes (Avalon)

ACCESSORIES:

[Hexumbra] Ariade Septum - Steel

~Littlefish~ Oakley (Lelutka EvoX Avalon)

Suicidal Unborn- Labeled Leg Bands

TETRA - Spicy Bralette chain

Vibing -- luna rings -- onyx

RAWR! Moonlight Necklaces

.STOIC. [ Reborn ] . MANICURED CLAWS

Kibitz - Beautiful disaster necklace - onyx

THE BASICS

Ebody Reborn

Lel Avalon.

::Sequoia:: Oblivion eye set

. Nar Mattaru . Persephone Skin Ghoul

^^Swallow^^ Pixie Gauged S Ears

MAZE.mods - Soft Thigh

THE DETAILS

Marsh - Face Scars V1

[HEXUMBRA] - Sleepless Eyes -Upper 3

[POUT!] 'Exhausted' Eye bags - 50%

[HEXUMBRA] - Deanna Moles - 1

. Nar Mattaru . Freyja {EvoX} Extras . Moles

#Second Life #SecondLife #SL #SecondLifeBlogger #SecondLifeBlogging #SLblogging #Second Life fashion #nonsims #Second Life Blog #Secondlife Photography #Secondlifefashion #secondlifeavatar #Hexumbra #HxU #Second Life Art #Second Life Goth #Second Life Alternative #Digital Art #Youtube