#ares!miguel

[bi-dykes]

They got beef with a zoomer

[neppy-34]

BROOO the URGE to write a little fic about lyla and miguel cuddling and overall lyla forcing miguel to relax for a bit. And he has little motivation to escape, melting into her touch.

And grrr the idea of her tickling him gently, teasing him and poking fun at how easily he could stop her, yet all miguel brings himself to do is gently gnaw and nip at her neck, which only eggs her on further, slipping her chilled metal fingers under his shirt

He would make a fuss, growling out small curses and telling lyla to knock it off but never once does he shy away from her fingers.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

THIS WEEK’S EPISODE OF NXTB (Next X-Treme Tumblr Blorbo)

THE JOHNNY LAWRENCE CONCERT, ROUND 2

In the aftermath of Percy Jackson shutting down Johnny Lawrence’s concert (The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai), Johnny has once again tried to hold a concert for the NXTB audience. Although he’s being booed to death for playing songs such as “Percy Jackson Sucks Ass” and “I Hope Disney Cancels Percy Jackson”, Johnny seems to be enjoying the reaction he’s getting.

Percy arrives, once again to shut the concert down. But this time, Johnny is prepared. Someone has agreed to protect him against Percy’s wrath…

[tamajam]

do you think gabriel o'hara would've been a warrior cats kid

[transgaysex]

just for fun i went into the tags of the article i rb earlier abt the latino lover stereotype and it was a mistake.

[culturadeclub]

SUNCODE Festival: Bailamos en el paraíso

Los amantes de la música electrónica tienen una cita imperdible el próximo 27 de julio en la Plaza de la Música de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria. Suncode Festival regresa a la ciudad con una nueva edición llena de ritmo, baile y la mejor selección de artistas nacionales e internacionales. El cartel de Suncode Festival 2024 está encabezado por el reconocido DJ y productor británico Claptone,…

[anotherlongstoryshort]

Things about the Wisdom Saga that have plagued me all damn day

Legendary

Whether intentional or not, Miguel's Telemachus really sounds like a younger version of Jorge's Odysseus. And that hurts.

"If I fight those monsters, is it you I'll find?" The layers. Could he go out and hunt for his father? Could he find his 'legendary' strength within himself? Or will Odysseus be the 'monster' he finds?

"Somebody help me, come and give me the strength" And his call is answered T_T

20 years.

Antinous fully interrupts this bop. Rude.

Ayron sounds legitimately scary and Telemachus taking a stand is so O.O

Little Wolf

I wanna fight this guy. Love that Athena agrees. (The beat of the song and sharp bursts of vocals really emulate blows.)

The quaver on "I don't know how".

Athena is immediately charmed by Telemachus' enthusiasm. She sounds so fond.

The fact she sees heart in him as an advantage when it was Odysseus choosing heart over mind that drove them apart. Guh.

Did she tell him to bite Antinous? XD

"Oh, maybe I pushed you a bit too hard." The change in her perspective is already so apparent - she wouldn't have admitted a mistake or miscalculation to Odysseus.

We'll Be Fine

"I had a friend before..." A FRIEND? FRIEND?!?!

An admission that she didn't fully appreciate what Odysseus was going through, that she feels guilty for having "missed it all".

It's unclear to begin with if she's come to Telemachus for Odysseus, or to try and replace him. Both are equally heart-breaking.

"I don't know who your friend is, I don't know what he's like" UNKNOWINGLY ECHOING HIS OWN THOUGHTS IN 'LEGENDARY'. NO IT'S FINE I'M FINE.

"The best day of my life because I got in a fight and I didn't die! :D" Telemachus, child, please.

"We'll be fine" using the same run as "this is my goodbye" T_T

Him immediately offering up friendship to Athena, like Odysseus once did, must hit her so hard. "You're a good kid." Yes he is - because he's more like his dad than he knows.

Love in Paradise

"Old friend..." FRRRRRIIIIEEEENNNNNDDDDD!!!!!

10 years.

The memory fragments sounding so fraught and chaotic together, hitting harder because they're hitting Athena all at once. She missed a lot.

"She's my wife." "Anyways..." Calypso, girl, please.

Love that they're singing completely different melodies through the first half of this song for two reasons: because Odysseus is revisiting previous motifs, once more trying to hold onto the man he was, and also because it shows Calypso is not willing to compromise on what she wants.

"Last I checked goddesses can't die." We'll come back to this later.

Then Odysseus realises he is truly trapped and he sings along to Calypso's melody in muted horror.

POLITIES OUT HERE STILL HAUNTING THE NARRATIVE.

Just the words "open arms" are enough to confront Odysseus (again) with all he's lost. All he hears are screams.

And the one he screams out for is Athena.

"He needs my help." NO KIDDING GO GET YOUR BOY.

God Games

"Father, God, King..." There's a lot to unpack in that fun family dynamic.

"To untie apprehensions that were placed on that Greek?" Zeus is like, nobody likes that guy, why do you care?

The gods being called out like X Factor finalists is everything.

So there's a great contrast against the previous song - unlike Calypso, Athena is matching each of her singing partners with their tone and beat as she convinces them. She isn't winning by 'imposing her will', she's meeting them where they are.

Rational arguments work until Aphrodite, where Athena says "please" for the first time. She softens to appeal to Aphrodite, which is why Ares has to step in.

The way she says his name XD

Ares' lines sound like as much of a fighting chant as 'Little Wolf' did, which makes it all the better that the mention of Telemachus is what gets her to 'fight back'.

"His son's my friend!" YES HE IS. And Athena of all people declaring "a broken heart can mend" is fascinating. Can't help but wonder if she's talking about herself coming around to forgiving Odysseus.

"Never once has he cheated on his wife." Handwaving the source material is worth it for this line ALONE.

Zeus is so pressed by everyone openly knowing he cheats on Hera. Stop doing it then my dude.

Ares sounding genuinely concerned for Athena is doing things to me. Goddesses can't die, huh?

Her time motif flitting in and out like a weak heartbeat.

The soft piano of 'Warrior of the Mind', touching on a whisper of 'Legendary', then rising to a triumphant crescendo as Athena regains herself. I will be forever haunted by visions of Odysseus and Telemachus helping her to her feet.

And then, finally, she faces her own father and begs. Because Odysseus and Telemachus deserve a chance to be father and child.

The parallel, by the way, of Athena entering this saga to help an outnumbered Telemachus, and now closing it with him/Odysseus unknowingly helping her win her own battle too. JORGE HOW DARE YOU T_T

[bestiainfinita]

EPIC: The Musical; List of Actors and Characters:

Odysseus = Jorge Miguel Rivera-Herrans

Zeus = Luke Holt

Eurylochus = Armando Julián

Polites = Steven Dookie

- Crew = Cast of EPIC: The Musical / EPIC Ensemble ;

Elpenor = Luke Holt

Perimides = Ayron Alexander

Soldier 1 = Troy Doherty

Soldier 2 = Earl Greshman Jr.

* Soldier 3 = Armando Julián

* Soldier 4 = Jorge Miguel Rivera-Herrans

- Winions = Cast Of EPIC: The Musical / EPIC Ensemble ;

Princess Winion = Diana Rivera-Herrans

Winion 1 = Jorge Miguel Rivera-Herrans

Athena = TE/MO / Teagan Earley

Polyphemus = Jorge Miguel Rivera-Herrans

- Cyclops = Cast of EPIC: The Musical ;

Cyclops 1 = Jorge Miguel Rivera-Herrans

Aeolus = Kira Beth Stone

Penelope = Anna Lea Casey

Telemachus = MICO / José Miguel Veloso

Poseidon = Steven Rodriguez

- Laestrygonians = Cast of EPIC: The Musical

Circe = Talya Sindel

Hermes = Troy Doherty

Anticlea = Wanda Herrans

Tiresias = Mason Olshavsky

- Sirens = Cast of EPIC: The Musical

Siren-elope = Anna Lea Casey

Scylla = KJ Burkhauser

Calypso = Barbara Wangui

Antinous = Ayron Alexander

- Suitors = Cast of Epic: The Musical ;

Eurymachus = {Unknown}

Amphinomus = {Unknown}

Melanthius = {Unknown}

Apollo = Brandon McInnis

Hephaestus = Mike Rivera

Aphrodite = Janani Krishnan-Jha

Ares = Earl Gresham Jr.

Hera = POESY / Sarah Botelho

- Ensemble = Cast of Epic: The Musical / EPIC Ensemble

[miguelhugger2099]

Just a silly little request👉👈

Do u think fem!reader likes to wear crop top with no bra and Miguel's boxer. You two are just flirting and teasing each other until Miguel decided to toss the remote to reader for movie night and reflex, she tries to catch it reveal her tits and Miguel just "😳... Nice catch..." And smut if u want. Having his hands speezing them I'm going insane 😭😭

Just One Touch

a/n: this ask has been in my inbox for so long and ur not gonna believe what got me out of my month long stump to write this. everyone thank sir-mix-a-lot's song "ride" it possessed me and gave me energy. excuse the crappy writing, i'm still lowk having writers block so it's not my greatest work. please enjoy and as alwayssss i can rewrite this if you'd like <3 Art: mar_mar0u on instagram ! Unedited btw, plz dont crucify me ill die :(

It wasn’t unusual for you and Miguel to wind down after the sun had set. Movie night was a must, whether it was cheesy romcoms for you to sob to, horror movies for Miguel to be annoyed at, or even action movies to make fun of–as long as it was together. Still, Miguel teased you by holding the remote up above his head and out of your reach. He grins with one hand on his hip and watches you reach up with no progress in sight. “Give it!” You laugh, trying to keep your anger believable. “No, first you take my clothes and I know you’re gonna pick one of those creepy knock off animated movies.” He chuckles and he walks off. Due to the size difference, every step of his was three of yours–practically chasing after him. “Put respect on Over the Hedge’s name! It’s not even a knock off!” Miguel plops on the couch on one side with a huff of laughter. “Fine, fine. Here–take it!” He throws the remote above your head and you pause and stumble back.

You reach high up to grab the remote. “You asshole!” You laugh. The remote hits your fingertips and bounces a bit farther back. Your crop top rides and flows up as you lean back onto one foot to finally grasp the device in your hand.

Miguel could feel everything happen in slow motion. The small glimpse of your underboob before your nipples finally come into view. The grin on Miguel’s face slowly drops and he could feel drool slipping from his lips. He watched your boobs bounce, the roundness of your flesh and perky buds making his cheeks go red. He can’t help the disappointment in his face when your arms fall back down, shirt hiding the glorious view of your tits.

“Caught it!” You smirk at him triumphantly. His eyes continue to glance at your tits.  “Yeah, uh…” He gulps. “Nice catch.” He adjusts his shorts, hoping his growing bulge wasn’t too apparent.

You don’t notice, too engrossed in your victory and making Miguel speechless. So, you crawl in his lap, Miguel’s hands suspended in mid-air as you nestle yourself in his arms. You feel his muscles surround you like a warm comfortable blanket, leaning your back on his firm chest while you click the buttons to turn on the TV.

“So what are we picking this time?” You ask, flipping through random trailers to find what you’re looking for.

“Huh? Oh, uh, anything’s fine.” Miguel shrugs half-heartedly. He’s too focused looking down at your crop top. Slowly and gingerly, his fingers caress your stomach–light and feathery as if trying to be discreet.

“Yeah sure, whatever. Don’t complain if you don’t like it.” You laugh softly, clicking on a random movie that looked good enough.

“Mhm.” Miguel mumbles, not even hiding his disinterest in a damn movie right now. While your eyes are on the opening scene on the TV, Miguel’s eyebrows scrunch together, his lips into a tight line as he resists his urges.

He can’t help it though. He gets handsy, Miguel carefully caressing your stomach. You barely notice it since the two of you always get snuggled up like this.

You only notice when he hikes higher up, his hips shifting slightly while his fingers run up and down the valley of your tits. You smack his arm around your waist with the remote.

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying to sound annoyed but the smile seeps through your tone.

“Nuthin’” He murmurs. Miguel then feels the curve of your breast, his fingers itching for a squeeze.

“We’re supposed to be bonding.” You move to turn your head up at him. You try to meet his eyes but he stays glued downwards to your chest.

“We are.” Miguel insists, his lips slightly parted. His thumb swipes across your nipple and you gasp, feeling your cheeks burn. He can feel the nub perk up and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, biting his bottom lip to hide the satisfied smile on his face.

Miguel takes his chances, bending down to kiss along your neck, tugging you closer to him and making you melt. His body moves against yours and your eyes flutter shut. His mouth gently sucks and licks your skin and you shiver. Miguel grabs your left tit, the plump flesh squeezed in his palm. His fingers flick your nipple, circling around before gently twisting it.

You back arches and you moan. “Ah–fuck, Miguel!” You hissed, a burning heat crawling up your neck. Your hand lifts up to curl in his hair while he attacks your neck, his other hand running down to his boxers you were wearing. He slips his fingers in the front hole of the boxers, using his index and middle fingers to spread your folds apart. You feel him nip your neck with a smile as he smears your slick around your clit.

He then uses both of his hands to lift your shirt up and over your head. Your breasts are now out in the open, the cool air hitting your chest and making your nipples hard. You barely get a word out, Miguel already cupping your boobs and squeezes them. Your hips buck back to grind on his crotch, eyes closing as he plays with you. Miguel used his fingers to tease your nipples simultaneously, flicking and tweaking them. He lifts them up and watches them fall down before squeezing them again. Your pussy is soaking through his boxers, aching for more stimulation that’s making you feel empty.

His eyes are dark watching his own hands play with your chest, the memory of the bounce of your tits as you caught the remote high in the air. He wanted to see that again.

Miguel could feel his cock swell and twitch along with each bounce of your breasts. You have your body arching, hands behind you and holding onto his thighs. He plays with your tits switching with his hands or his mouth–but if you asked him, he preferred sucking on them. So that’s where he was now, lips attached to your right nipple and his right hand playing with your left. You slammed down on his cock, whining since you barely felt him thrust up. But in all honesty, Miguel could do this forever with your tits in his mouth and his cock buried in your cunt. While his tongue sucked and lipped your nipple, he knew if he didn’t focus, he’d cum instantly. He looks up at you after playfully biting down on your nub, your squeaks making his dick twitch against your walls. You look down with glossy eyes, hips stuttering and pussy throbbing when you see him smirk up at you with your boob in his mouth. One of his hands that was on your waist comes up to your back to keep your body arched. Miguel scrunches his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed while he sucks on your nipple, his hips jerking and balls slapping against your ass. You wail with each thrust, falling forward and holding onto the backrest making your boobs squish in his face. Miguel groans as he lets you fall on top of him, hands falling down to your ass as you grind on him. His cock slips in and out of your wet cunt with a wet squelch. It makes you bite your lip with a loud whimper, the action making your man under you tug on your nipple with his teeth. He’s obsessed with you, Miguel pulling away just enough to make your tits swing in his face. He glances up at your pleasure filled face, sweat glistening down your face and body while you panted and whined. He’s entranced, eyes falling down to follow the way your boobs bounce as he fucks up into you. Miguel trusts you to keep fucking yourself on his while his hands leave your ass to come up and cup and squeeze both your breasts. He kneads them and watches your mouth drop open to moan. Your head hangs and your foreheads almost touch. Miguel doesn’t need to tell you a damn thing, his lips parted while he looks at yours. You lean down to kiss him, Miguel immediately slipping his tongue past your defenses with a low groan. He continues groping you, his hips smacking up with your thrusting and he can feel himself about to cum. He can tell you’re about to too by the way your pussy spasms wildly, sucking him in deeper and soaking him in your slick.

So he hammers into you, grunting as he puts all his strength in making you cream. Your eyes roll back, mouth separating from his to dig your nails into his shoulders and roll your hips. You can barely get a word out, garbled moans of his name escaping you while your body twitches, ecstasy flowing through from top to bottom. Miguel watches your chest heave as you catch your breath, your juices dripping out of your a making a sticky mess in his lap. You’re dizzy and weak, body flopping forward on his chest. Miguel soothes you, curling his hand in your hair and pressing you into the crook of his neck. He kisses the top of your head and you’re too numb to feel him take your body off him. He places your back down on the couch, hair sticking to your face with sweat, lips plumped from kissing. You’re whining when your sensitive folds feel his still hard cock rub in between them, accidentally slipping his tip in a few times. You swallow to get the dryness out of your throat. “Mig…Mig…” You’re cut off when Miguel slams into you, your body jerking and tits bouncing with the hard thrust. Your hazy vision rolls onto his face, Miguel glued onto your chest still. He gives another few soft thrusts and watches your boobs jiggle around. You feel his cock jump inside your walls, a soft hum of approval coming from deep in his throat. He bends down, biting and licking the side of your tit to add another mark to his collection. His teeth marks littered around your plump and round flesh–his favorites being the ones around your areola.

His face is buried in your breasts while he pounds into you, your head thrown back and legs locked around his waist. Oh, he’s in heaven.

[miguel-ohara-lover]

rockstar miguel pounding his gf who's the complete opposite of his aesthetic (pastels and ribbons n stuff) 🫣

Anon how did you know me and my partner’s styles <_< Also he plays bass because that’s what I like the best I love bass players <3

Here’s my personal song choice for Rockstar!Miguel: Black No. 1 - Type O Negative

Tell me he doesn’t have Peter Steele vibes

CW: NSFW, semi-public

As the final chords of the ending song rang through the amphitheater, you started making your way backstage. You didn’t miss the kiss your boyfriend blew to you from on stage. Security knew you and knew you well, after Miguel had given the trouble already for not letting you in. This time they welcomed you and even escorted you to his dressing room.

You entered and waited for him to finish his business on stage, knowing he liked interacting with the fans a bit before leaving. You looked around and decided to sit on the small but comfy sofa in the room. The door handle turned, and you looked up to see Miguel entering his room, smiling as he looked at you.

“The show was great Miggy.” You smile up at him as he makes his way over to you.

He let out a small chuckle. “Glad you liked it. You were easy to spot with all that… color.” He sat down next to you.

“Do you think I should have worn something else? To fit in more?”

“No no. You look amazing. Perfect…” Miguel leaned in and gave you a deep and passionate kiss before you could argue more. His hands found their way to the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing the fabric up your thighs.

You placed a gentle hand on his wrist, just enough to stop his movement. “Wait. In here? Shouldn’t we go back to the hotel room?”

“It’ll be fine.” He reassured you before he dipped his head down to place kisses on your neck. You suppressed a moan as you moved your hands to his shoulders. Miguel lightly grazed your skin with his teeth before picking you up and turning you so you’re face down on the couch. He’s very strong, and makes manhandling you look so easy.

You blushed and put a hand over your mouth as you braced for what comes next. You heard the sounds of his belt and pants as he shoved them down around his thighs, feeling his hard cock smack against your clothed ass.

Miguel smirked and pushed your skirt up to around your waist. He yanked your panties down, admiring just how wet you’ve gotten while rubbing his length between your slick folds. He let out a low hum as he teased your clit with his leaking tip. You gasped and clenched around nothing.

He smeared your glistening cunt with his precum, prodding your hole with his tip. He gripped your hips tightly, guiding his cock into your tight hole. You moaned and clenched around him, a grunt escaping his lips.

“Stop clenching.” He commanded you. And you did try, but you couldn’t help it as you felt every inch slide inside you. He moved at such an agonizing pace. You moaned and whined, telling him to move faster. He did just that, slamming into you over and over again.

You moaned louder and he brought a large hand to your mouth to keep you quiet. He used his free hand to hold onto your hip as he pounds into your tight hole. You bit into his callused hand to contain your moans, drool pooling against his palm.

His other hand moved from your hip to your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he fucked you into the couch. “I was hard that entire fucking show, seeing you watch me— fuck… I could barely keep it together up there.” He growled into your ear.

He sped up just slightly, slamming the tip of his cock against all the right spots. You gasped and arched your back as his hand found your swollen clit, tracing circled around the bundle of nerves. He knew exactly what to do to make you squirm.

His voice, his cock, his hand on your clit, all of it was dragging you to the edge faster than you thought it would. You felt the familiar warm knot in your gut as your clit twitched from the stimulation. He let out a loud moan, biting his hand as you came on his cock, clenching around his girth.

Miguel groaned and his hips stuttered as he spilled inside you. That was unexpected. He never came that fast before. You let out more broken moans as he filled you up, rolling his hips as you rode out your orgasms. He finally moved his hand off your mouth.

“That was fast.” You panted. He just grunted and rested his head against your shoulder. “You were really pent up huh?” You giggled a little and pat his head.

“Shut up…” He sighed and pressed a kiss to your cheek, you knew he wasn’t actually angry.

[demigoddessqueens]

only on Olympus

A/N - I’m a huge fan overall of folklore/Old World stories/world mythology, and still on that ASTV high so I wanted to combine the two

ares!Miguel and aphrodite!reader

ares!Miguel, whose anger is a source of jokes and headaches for the pantheon, but not to you

Aphrodite!you who is fairly used to his war habits and flared tempers but you enjoy aspects of his company despite the others

Of course, he notices this at first because when did anyone want to spend time with him???

But he soon finds himself seeking out your company more and more, always caring what you have to say or what you think of him

ares!Miguel who is a wonderfully loving and protective father to Gabriella (akin to Harmonia, who is Ares’ daughter)

An entirely touch starved fierce warrior who melts under your touches

at first, he was scared that the battle scars and reddened eyes who turn you away, but you’re so soft and gentle with him.

ares!Miguel who kisses you so fiercely and passionately, tightened grips around you because he’s afraid you’ll slip away

It sometimes feels undeserving to a war god, but somehow you remind him that even he is deserving of such love

[lacharapita]

BOCA

Simón Hempe x Reader [1- Reader é torcedora do Boca Juniors I 2- Se você não tem cabelo castanho e ondulado, sinta-se a vontade para ler como você é!]

Smut - Oral sex F! Receiving, sex without protection [não tá podendo galerinha!! Se liga hein], pipe sendo a própria dramaticolândia, espanhol fajutinho, Simón sendo puto canalha gostoso

N.A - Eu tenho um tesão DO CARALHO em fic com rival então precisei muito escrever isso, obrigada beijos😍😍

– "puta mami."– Simon sussurrou baixo quando avistou a morena caminhando em direção a entrada do estádio Mâs Monumental.

        – "Rival, boludo? Sério?"– Pipe empurrou Simon com a ponta dos dedos enquanto o rapaz não tirava o olhar da mulher. Morena, pele brilhante, torcedora do Boca Juniors... – "Para de encarar! Vamos logo."– Simón não raciocinou quando Felipe o puxou pelo braço em direção ao local onde o jogo aconteceria.

Tinham um lugar bom, porém colado com a parte onde a torcida visitante ficava. O argentino se surpreendeu quando, ao olhar para o lado, encontrou o olhar da moça vestida em azul e amarelo.

– "DALE BOLUDO!"– A mulher gritou segundos depois do jogo começar. Pipe estava em uma agonia sem tamanho. A bola começou a rolar mas nada acontecia.

10' - Miguel Angel

Gol de River

— O olhar de Simon virou direto para a morena desconhecida. Gritava pelo gol com todo o ar de seus pulmões junto com Otaño enquanto a moça o encarava com os olhos amendoados, visivelmente incomodada com os gritos da torcida em branco e vermelho. Mas definitivamente aquilo não foi motivo para que a torcida visitante fechasse a boca.

45+1' - Merentiel

Gol do Boca

— Agora quem gritava era a morena, que encarava Simon com o olhar canalha de quem se exibe. Já o argentino fechava a cara, Otaño não ficava atrás, o rosto claramente bravo com o gol do time adversário. A torcida azul e amarela calava o estádio com seus gritos e cantorias, deixando os jogadores cada vez mais apreensivos.

62' - Edinson Cavani

Gol do Boca

– Como diz o ditado, de virada é mais gostoso. Não faltava fôlego para a mulher que gritava em comemoração do gol do artilheiro. Pipe se encurralava em seu próprio ódio quando via que Simón estava mais preocupado na morena do que no jogo que o time deles estava perdendo. Hempe a encarava descaradamente, se derretendo quando um sorriso canalha apareceu nos lábios dela e quase caindo na cadeira quando ela piscou para ele. O rapaz pensou por alguns segundos em como poderia fazer para que ela tivesse seu número ou até mesmo o Instagram, até que se lembrou da camiseta que vestia. Gritou em alto e bom tom um "EY MORENA!" fazendo-a olhar para ele, que logo se virou de costas para ela e apontou para o nome escrito na camiseta. "SIMÓN HEMPE". Se virou novamente com o celular em mãos e mostrou o aplicativo do Instagram na tela. Ela sorriu brevemente, acenou com a cabeça e de repente a gritaria ficou mais alta, fazendo a atenção dela se voltar para o campo.

67' - Merentiel

Gol do Boca

– "AYA BOCA, BOCA!!"– Novamente a morena não poupava energia para os gritos. Aquela pequena porcentagem de torcedores vestidos em amarelo e azul calaram a maioria vestida em branco e vermelho. Enquanto Otaño se revirava no banco, Simón parecia mais preocupado na mulher que pulava e cantava. O jogo seguiu tranquilo (com exceção de alguns cartões amarelos é claro) pelos próximos 30 minutos, até que aos 97 minutos de jogo River Plate atinge a rede do gol com a bola.

97' - Paulo Díaz

Gol de River

— Apesar dos esforços, não foi suficiente para que o River saísse vitorioso do jogo, fazendo a torcida do Boca Juniors ovacionar o próprio time em campo. Nada melhor que uma vitória em cima do rival dentro da casa dele. Felipe estava indignado no mínimo, sua frustração ainda maior depois de perceber que Hempe não estava nada preocupado com o resultado do jogo. Olhava para o celular esperando algo da morena misteriosa, até que

********delavega começou a te seguir

— Um grito saiu dos lábios de Simón quando a notificação apareceu. O coração acelerado e um sorriso enorme em seus lábios.

– "Eu realmente espero que você tenha um motivo MUITO bom para estar sorrindo desse jeito Simón."– Ele ficava insuportável quando River perdia, principalmente se perdia para o maior rival. Hempe estava tão afobado que as palavras de Felipe pareceram tão emboladas que ele não pode compreender. Os dedinhos muito ocupados em mandar uma mensagem para a morena, agora com nome.

– "Eu vou casar com essa mulher. Cara, olha isso!"– Simón abriu a foto da mulher. Você estava inclinada no estádio de La Bombonera, a mão direita esticada para cima segurava a camiseta do Boca, o torso coberto por um top preto que parecia agarrar seus seios da melhor forma possível, a tatuagem do número 10 logo abaixo do tecido preto e os cabelos escuros esvoaçados.

– "Aya cabrón! Que bebita 'cê achou hein."– Pipe pareceu ter esquecido do jogo quando viu a foto. Os olhos brilharam fazendo Simón logo tirar o celular de sua visão e encarar o amigo com cara feia. O sorriso voltando imediatamente quando ele percebeu que a mulher havia respondido sua mensagem.

— Conversaram por algumas horas até Simón a convidar para que pudessem sair para conversar e beber. Você não demorou para aceitar. Os dois se encontraram em um dos bares mais populares da região, a música argentina suave tocava no ambiente enquanto Simón esperava ansiosamente pela mulher no bar. Seu corpo tremeu quando ele sentiu alguns dedinhos tocarem seus ombros por cima da camiseta de time, logo se virando para trás e avistando a morena vestida novamente com uma camiseta de seu time, porém dessa vez uma versão mais antiga.

– "Hola nene. Tudo bem contigo?"– Você perguntou, tomando a frente e se sentando no banquinho ao lado de Simón, logo colocando a pequena bolsa preta sobre a bancada.

– "Hola nena. Tudo bem, e contigo? Você me assustou."– Ele disse soltando um riso logo em seguida, fazendo a moça rir junto.

— Conversa veio, conversa foi, bebidas entrando, cigarros virando fumaça, não demorou para que os dois estivessem dançando com os corpos colados um no outro com o álcool claramente já surtindo efeito em ambos. Simón estava inebriado com os cheiros dos cabelos ondulados e da pele bronzeada da mulher em sua frente. A bunda coberta pelo jeans claro se encaixava perfeitamente na virilha dele enquanto eles mexiam os quadris de um lado para o outro, deixando resmungos baixos saírem pelos lábios de Simón ocasionalmente. Sons que não passavam despercebidos por você, visto que os lábios de Hempe estavam próximos de seu ouvido direito.

– "Deixa eu te levar pra casa, bebita..."– Ele sussurrou baixo, as mãos firmes apertando a cintura coberta da mulher.

– "Vai me comer, Simón? Diz que sim, por favor."– Você encaixou o quadril ainda mais contra Simón, segurando as mãos dele enquanto deitava a cabeça para o lado suavemente, sentindo a respiração quente do argentino em seu pescoço.

– "Pode ter certeza que vou, bebita. 'Cê tá me deixando doido já."– Ele diz com a voz baixa e necessitada no seu ouvido, deixando suas pernas como gelatina.

— Entraram no apartamento sem nem mesmo ver por onde cambaleavam. As bocas grudadas uma a outra não ousavam se soltar por nem um segundo sequer. As mãos de Simón não se mantinham para si, tocavam cada parte de seu corpo sem deixar nenhum lugar em branco, abrindo os botões da calça jeans e logo em seguida segurando a barra da camiseta e puxando-a para cima. Os lábios se separaram por um momento quando a camiseta passou por seus rostos e foi jogada em algum canto da sala de estar. O sorriso cafajeste em seus lábios fez Hempe gemer, tirando a própria camisa enquanto caminhava com você até o quarto mal iluminado. Suas mãos quentes agarraram os ombros largos do argentino, virando-o e empurrando o corpo dele até que estivesse deitado na cama macia. A calça jeans desceu por suas pernas até ser arrastada para algum canto no chão do quarto, teu corpo coberto somente pelo conjunto de peças íntimas azul cobalto fez Simón deitar a cabeça na cama e suspirar alto.

– " Vas a matarme, nena."– As mãos ágeis dele não demoraram para puxar a bermuda bege pelas pernas, deixando-o somente na cueca branca que marcava muito bem o que você mais queria. Seu corpo seguiu quase que involuntariamente caminho para a cama, montando em Simón que logo estava com o peito encostado ao seu, segurando em seu pescoço e juntando seus lábios novamente. Com os lábios ocupados, suas mãos viajaram para o feixe de ganchinhos do sutiã, abrindo-o com grande facilidade. Assim que a peça estava espalhada em algum lugar do quarto, as mãos de Hempe seguraram seus seios como duas conchas, se encaixavam tão bem que pareceriam ser feitas uma pra outra. Os dedos indicadores e médios beliscavam os mamilos enrijecidos, te fazendo soltar choramingos contra dos lábios do argentino. Seu quadril tomou movimentos inconscientes, esfregando-se contra a ereção firme de Simón, indo para frente e para trás, trazendo uma fricção gostosa no pontinho de prazer externo que pulsava. Os lábios se separando quando um gemido escorreu por seus lábios, os olhinhos fechados e as mãos agarrando os ombros de Simón com mais força que o esperado. As mãos dele agarraram sua cintura com força, te fazendo interromper os movimentos que estavam te tornando uma bagunça. – "No, no bebita. Só vai gozar quando eu te comer bem gostosinho. Te deixar bem manhosinha pelo meu pau, 'tá bom?"– Naquele momento nenhuma palavra saia de seus lábios, um aceno desesperado com a cabeça foi a única coisa que seu cérebro te permitiu fazer. Simón riu, vendo seu estado em tão pouco tempo. O corpo dele se virou na cama, te deixando embaixo dele e com ele entre suas pernas. A mão curiosa dele foi até o meio de suas pernas, os dedinhos sorrateiros arrastando a calcinha úmida para o ladinho, deixando toda a buceta exposta para ele. – "Eu morreria afogado aqui numa boa, nena. Morreria feliz até demais."– Não era a intenção dele, mas te ver ali, deitada na frente dele com a pernas abertas, a buceta escorrendo, os olhinhos fechados com a boca entre aberta. Porra, a boca dele salivou e ele quase deixou saliva escorrer pelo queixo. O corpo dele se inclinou e os lábios dele não perderam tempo em explorar a fenda molhada entre suas pernas, te fazendo gemer em surpresa. A língua balançava sobre o pontinho inchado de tesão, desenhando formas diferentes a cada momento. Suas mãos agarram os fios do cabelo curto, as costas formando um arco perfeito enquanto o nome dele saia quase como uma oração de seus lábios. O músculo quente da boca de Simón desceu até que pudesse foder o buraquinho apertado e molhado, te fazendo empurrar o quadril cada vez mais contra o rosto dele. A mão direita dele começou a correr pelo meio de suas coxas, chegando perigosamente perto do buraquinho até então intocado. – "Só a pontinha do dedo, nena. Posso?"– Naquele momento seu cérebro já estava derretido, o "uhum" arrastado que saiu a dos seus lábios foi o suficiente para que o dedinho curioso de Simón circulasse o botãozinho apertado entre suas nadegas antes de forçar a pontinha contra ele. Mexendo tão suavemente que fazia teu corpo relaxar por inteiro. A língua dele acompanhava o ritmo dos dedos, um enorme tornado de prazer carregando seu corpo com tanta facilidade que te deixava extasiada. Quando sentiu seu corpo dando os principais indícios da proximidade de seu orgasmo, ele parou.

– "Simoonnn..."– O tom de voz manhoso quase fez ele ceder. O sorriso ladino nos lábios dele quando o rosto dele saiu do meio de suas pernas te fez temer. O bigode sobre os lábios estava molhado assim como os lábios e o queixo, uma visão verdadeiramente pecaminosa e difícil de ver sem fazer nada.

– "Shh, lembra o que eu te disse? Só vai gozar quando eu te comer hm?"– As mãos dele foram para a barrinha da cueca branca, puxando-a para baixo e finalmente libertando o pau pulsante do tecido de algodão. O tecido largado não era importante e útil no momento. – "Mira cómo me dejaste, bebita."– Seus olhos imediatamente caíram na ereção que vazava gotas de porra que escorriam por todo o longo comprimento. Tomando um lugar mais próximo ainda de seu corpo, Simón posicionou a cabecinha contra o buraquinho apertado em sua buceta. Empurrou, lentamente, toda a extensão para dentro de você, gemendo quando sentiu o quão apertada você estava. Simón observava cada reação que você tinha quando ele estava inteiramente dentro de você. Os lábios entre abertos que soltavam choramingos, a pele ficando avermelhada, as mãos agarrando os seios e apertando-os, os olhos amendoados que imploravam silenciosamente para que ele se mexesse, e foi o que ele fez. Socando tão fundo dentro de você que até a cama rangia, batendo contra a parede enquanto você só podia gemer, seu cérebro esquecendo de te lembrar que, apesar de parecer, você e Simón não estavam sozinhos no mundo. Foda-se. Ele te fodia tão bem que você podia jurar que em algum momento começaria a chorar. O pau dele tocava cada um dos pontos mais doces dento de você, as mãos dele não se mantinham quietas em seu corpo, viajavam para tocar em tudo que ele alcançava, os gemidos que saiam dos lábios dele eram melhores do que qualquer coisa que você já tinha ouvido na vida. Você ficava cada vez mais escandalosa, cada vez que ele metia em você seus gemidos ficavam um tom mais alto e em algum momento Simón teve que fazer você diminuir o volume. Dois dos dedos da mão direita dele foram até sua boca, entraram sorrateiramente te fazendo chupar eles como se fossem o pau dele, ocasionalmente ele empurrava eles até quase chegar em sua garganta, te fazendo engasgar e os olhos lacrimejarem. – "Se você continuar sendo uma putinha escandalosa vai arrumar problemas pra si mesma, amor."– Simón te lembrou, mas seu cérebro estava vazio. Focado somente na forma como os dedos dele fodiam sua boca tão bem enquanto o pau dele era socado tão fundo dentro de você. A mão esquerda dele apertava sua cintura, segurando-a com força e usando de impulso para que pudesse te foder cada vez melhor. O gemido gutural que ele soltou quando sua buceta se apertou dolorosamente bem em torno dele fez você sorrir contra os dedos dele. Suas mãozinhas seguraram nas bochechas da bunda dele, uma tentativa de fazer com que ele ficassem cada vez mais perto de você. Os choramingos abafados que saiam de você era o maior combustível de Hempe, sentindo que quanto mais ele metia em você, mais sensível você ficava. O nome dele saiu embolado pelos seus lábios por causa dos dedos dele mas Simón notou como você estava ficando mais afobada, com o quadril inquieto e a respiração cada vez mais profunda. – "Quer gozar, bebita?"– Ele disse baixo, os dedos babadinhos saindo de seus lábios e descendo para agarrar seu pescoço para te fazer encara-lo. Você acenava com a cabeça enquanto uma sequência de "sim's" saia de seus lábios junto com o nome dele. A cara de puto que ele te encarava deixava tudo ainda mais tenso para você, já sentindo a forma como a imensa onda de um orgasmo borbulhante quase te atravessava, porém Simón não estava atrás. Você sentia como o pau dele se contorcia dentro de você e como os sons que fugiam dele ficaram mais altos. – "Goza, bebita. Só não vai achando que eu já acabei contigo. Quero te comer nesse apartamento inteiro hoje."–

[maeumdemiel]

yearning

tags: aftercare, implied sex/suggestive (? tagged just in case), fwb-to-lovers, mutual pining, fluff

summary: the two of you are tired and, at long last, an all-knowing yearning gives way for peace.

word count: 2.5k

author’s notes: (bass boosted) i am yearning !!!!!! god i just love the idea of ruined first kisses and then making them up

can’t believe this is my first post after MONTHS of announcing myself cuz wow so much happened since september. this was gonna be just a tad bit longer but it’s just a mess of thoughts lolol

Miguel O’Hara has high-cut cheekbones and wispy eyelashes and insists on holding you close after you both finish. He claims that it stabilizes his breathing quicker so he can then tend to you, whom he unknowingly loves enough to forget what waits for him beyond your bed. A meticulous, waiting gaze watches you; blissfully lost, you open your eyes to the kiss on your forehead. It’s a relief that follows and is always ready for you. Your hands need something to ground to.

There are strong arms, a firm chest, and everything warm. Miguel pulls the blanket up where his hands don’t reach.

“You okay?”

You nod, breathless, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “Yeah, I— I’m good.”

You were exhausted. Miguel doesn’t half-ass anything— never has and never will— and you were no exception. As insatiable as he can be, he makes a point of his gratitude. Those feverish kisses everywhere will stay with you. His hands, relentless but forgiving, sought for more tonight.

“Tired?” He sounds more composed now.

You can’t help but scoff. “No shit, Miguel. I’m worn out.”

A begrudging quip makes him chuckle. It’s low and throaty, reverberating where you hear it beautifully. His hands, one on your head and the other on the small of your back bring you a smidge closer. You’re fine like this: tangled in skin and sheets and kissing wherever your lips can reach. Miguel knows this because you’re quiet and receptive. Bashful excitement buzzes in his chest, knowing you’d never pull away from this.

For him, you’d undress down to the nerves. Hand him shears to cut away the bone that protects your heart to watch how it reacts to his exploratory touch. You reel from the memory of his kisses down your sternum every time he goes lower.

“Good.” His laugh is breathy. “I aim to please.”

You laugh with him, playfully shoving his shoulder as he brings his head to rest atop yours, cradling you like a wounded animal.

“Real funny, Mig. But I know I’m not the only one who’s tired.”

Now you sound more composed. This proximity gives you a view of his clean collarbones. Hardly do either of you spend these intimate moments without marking each other; you want to ignore the pull of your lips into a smile when you see his skin glowing. Instead, you thumb the contour of his collarbone.

He sighs, and you melt. “No doubt, hermosa. You’re a lot of work, y’know.”

“As if you’re not.”

His sturdy arm keeps your head up, finding his eyes in that heartbeat. It's the afterglow and balmy light that softens the angles of his face. He looks kind even if he feels perpetually tired. Rest looks sweet on him; it’s a gorgeous distraction. When your eyes flutter, Miguel wrestles that knee-jerk reaction to kiss you.

He hums. He’s white-knuckling that yearning. “I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon.”

“Not if the multiverse has anything to say about that.” You huff.

Miguel comes to you with too much on his mind, heavy shoulders, and weary eyes. It didn’t take long to learn the kind of person he is in your bed— and soon enough, you happily welcomed him with any sign of his fading resistance. Soon enough, you provided more than just your bed for comfort. He fought against it at first, gently swatting away your hands when they would graze the ache and tiredness in his limbs. Whether he stopped resisting that relief or you were too stubborn for him, lovingly, he gave up.

“You’re all work and no play. Well—” You gaze down, beaming when you see how close both of you are. “Some play. I stand corrected.”

“Qué te puedo decir? I’m a busy man. You’re one to talk, though.” He leans in and you feel his grin against your cheek. “You sure know how to make me work for it.”

[What can I tell you?]

Embarrassed until you hear the tinge of exhaustion and satisfaction in his voice, you grin back. “I need my fun too, Mig.”

He looks down at you, but the vision before you occupies your attention. The sculpture of his muscle and how light bends across it— ruthlessly beautiful. Your hand finds his heart and you watch how he takes a deep breath beneath your palm. He spreads his lungs on the bed, watching you hesitate less than he does.

Something that you want to bring your lips to. Something that should remain a temptation. It’s a dream before you.

“What, sweetheart?”

Miguel enjoys catching you staring at him. You’ve appreciated him graciously when he gives back in bed, but he caught on whenever you took the lead. He didn’t know he had a dream in your shape until he left one night, vividly recalling the praises, looks, and kisses you engraved into him. Easily, he could have lasted a while on his own just with the thought of you, but he craves how you look at him.

Faintly, you grin and whisper, “Nothing. You look pretty.”

It catches him off-guard, surprisingly. His hand squeezes the one you have on his chest. When your eyes meet again, you take in the breath he let go of. Miguel searches your face for something to tell him you want more.

“No sé que hay en esta cabezita para decirme algo así.” Miguel doesn’t hold back his amusement, even less so when you have that faraway look in your eyes.

[I’m not sure what’s in this little head to tell me something like that.]

“M’just saying.” You add, not wanting to break into giggles at his face.

Miguel shakes his head, closing his eyes and kissing your forehead. His arms cage you, bringing you to him as he lays on his back. Resting on his chest, a soft spot inside you, a bruise of some sort, aches when you see how at peace Miguel is. Your head lies in your crossed arms to watch him.

***

(You’re sitting on the bed, grabbing bunches of sheets to keep warm. The back of your hand rubs your eyes while you spare a glance at Miguel’s back. Broad, hunched over, sighing. You’re mesmerized— as if he hadn’t just made you see stars every time you close your eyes.

Miguel always chases your gaze whenever he talks you through it; he loves eye contact, knowing you’re as desperate as he is. A carnal yearning you both seem to exchange, but it was nothing like the way his lips just missed yours just after you both came. You almost went into shock when that potential kiss met the corner of your mouth.

“Miguel,” He looks over his shoulder at you. “I’m fine. More than fine, you know, but for real— I’m okay.”

“I know.” Miguel breathes and looks away. “I was just worried for a second.”

He’d been having a rough week, and his visit was overdue. Eagerly, you encourage him to let it all go with you. However, that kiss— or, more appropriately, the helpless effort that ended in his lips smearing grunted praises against your cheek— was born from something that had been there long before rough weeks and missed priority calls. In the moment it happened, you were tempting him: lips plush and parted, hands cradling his face, folded beneath him, pliable and taking him sweetly. After he missed your mouth, it snapped for him, and he nearly lost control of his driving thrusts.

The truth drives him mad, seen now as he feared almost hurting you from his desire. Nothing new but pent-up frustration— regardless, I’m sorry, baby.

Your hand reaches for his back, palming his shoulder when he jumps at your touch. “Don’t apologize, Mig. You’ve never done anything I couldn’t take.”

Miguel takes your hand and kisses it, lacing his fingers with yours. He looks back at you and wonders what he’s done right in a world of mistakes, rushed judgment, and unfinished ambitions. That tired smile of yours shucks off all that burden.

“If you say so.” He leans over to kiss your temple.

You don’t even need to tug him over— he’s already got his hands on you when you reach for his other shoulder. He looks at you all over, but for you, nothing misses your trained eye. The gentle bob of his throat, the twitch of his lips, the way his posture falls when you take his hand into both of yours. He can do so much with those hands, and you know that very well; Miguel gives, gives, and gives, not knowing where he starts and when to stop. But you’re different.

As weightless as you make him feel, his slumped shoulders still make him look tense. Your voice comes out impossibly soft when you utter the following words: “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

And his guard lets down.

“Took some of your advice, and I’ve been fixing a lot of machinery because I figured it’d be a relief to fix it myself— you know, because I built everything. But that meant all the technicians went overboard with their questions, asking me why I didn't do this or why I did that.”

You wince as you trace his palm and each finger. An innocent effort to take his mind off things, only to be overwhelmed by the technicians.

“Peter B always has his baby at every meeting. I’m in the middle of briefing everyone, and suddenly, you hear him talking to her in a baby voice.” He groans, recalling Peter’s sickly sweet voice.

You giggle, imagining Miguel getting upstaged by a baby’s cooing. It’s not the first time he’s complained about that; it doesn’t take much for him to explain himself, as you’ve been an ear to many of the same problems more than once.

Miguel sighs, but it slips by you. He gets distracted watching you fixate on his talons. A few seconds of silence makes you look at him, blinking when Miguel stares back.

“And?” You say. Miguel looks down again.

He shakes his head as he watches his talons poke through. Not much else is on his mind except you. Just you.

“Nothing else. I’m just enjoying this too much right now.” He chuckles.)

***

It’s funny how quickly Miguel forgets that there’s a world outside your home, let alone the multiverse. Every time he recalls this particular night, it feels like a dream, curled in the sheets of your bed, the quiet staccato of rain hitting the window, watching you drift into sleep under the warmth of your hand resting atop his heartbeat.

The first time he stayed the night.

From the start, he never left immediately. Inconsiderate, he stated matter-of-factly. Then it became, I’m supposed to just leave you after we did that? And more recently, in that deliciously exhausted voice, Make some room for me, sweetheart.

Miguel has not done many things right, and he thinks it’s been a while since he’s done something for his own good. He looks at you in his peripherals, lying on your stomach beside him and messing with his hand, and you look— no one can be this beautiful. Is this too good to be true?— soft. Young. Peaceful.

He’s seen you do the same ritual with his hand during aftercare. Flattening his hand against yours, the other nestling it below, fingertips walking across knuckles, drawing circles and forgotten patterns on his palm, thumbing the calloused spots and scrutinizing the lines. Oh, during that part especially.

When your eyes sharpen, concentrating on this process, it reminds him of a palm reader. Sometimes, you talk him through your day or some nonsense that’s also been on your mind when you do this. Yet, Miguel feels nervy under the intensity of your gaze; his heart is dangerously close to punching through his chest, floored when the right poke causes his talons to show. Imperceptibly, he grins when they retract and rise with every jab.

“Can I kiss you?”

Now and always, nonplussed and wide-eyed in the cozy light of your bedroom, you’re precious to him. So wonderful that it makes whatever words would have followed mangle in his throat, makes his heart ache. You look at his claws thoughtfully, slowly lowering your brows and melting when he clasps his hand with yours.

You stare at his lips for a moment. “You want to kiss me again.”

So you haven’t forgotten about that miserable attempt. Miguel huffs, feeling his ego throb when he remembers that blunder. He’s a sore loser with the smile of a winner.

“Yeah, kiss you again.” He says again like he’s mocking you a little.

Maybe it’s because you didn’t expect him to ask, cringing with a giggle when you remember that kiss. This is perhaps Miguel tightrope walking on a confession, but there’s a safety net below, and when he falls, it’s clumsy but with no risk. A free fall of sorts. He knows this isn’t the best way to ask— the romantic and mushy way— but that’s okay. More than okay, actually, as he grins at the flicker of something impossible playing out in your eyes.

He turns on his side, leveling a finger at your lips, prodding at the edges. “Can I try again?”

You’d love it if he did. Quietly, you speak, “Okay.”

And then it happens too quickly. It’s not fair— the rumble of his chuckle meeting your mouth startles you, unprepared for a fleeting second until you swallow the surge of your stomach and kiss Miguel back.

It’s not any better for him either; his heart goes at a rabbit’s pace, running in circles and thrashing in his ribcage. Burning at the back of his neck, he fears he’ll singe your hand holding him there. He’s touched you before (in every sense of the word), but he restrains all teeth and nails against that soft sound you make.

Miguel is back to that night again— rain pattering outside, some forgotten playlist crooning amid sheets and pillows, watching you: a dream. He adores you, like observing something magical and unknown beneath a glass dome, reverent and precious. Then, his breath staggers when you part his lips with the tip of your tongue.

Your back meets the cold sheets when he hovers over you, arching into him, forcing the lines of your body to converge and connect with his. Any closer, and you’d be able to crawl into his skin. This all-consuming want that blazes everything in its path needs no kindling in the hearth of your bed. He catches on quickly, hand hooking on the small of your back, implacable and firm. When your fingers card through the tousled mess of his hair, giving it a tentative pull, Miguel groans and murmurs some honeyed nonsense against the base of your throat. It comes out runny and from the same rumbling laugh that caught you off-guard at the start of this.

Miguel is certain he’ll die here. He’s breathless seeing the wet pink of your mouth, then stuttering when you smile. You give him no other response than that smile, along with a laugh that makes his heart soar and stomach dive. All he can do is bring that smile to his, over and over and over again.

i’d love to take any requests/asks! thank you for reading <3

[cowboys-only]

Cobra Kai x PJO

I put out a poll for each of the "main" 6 Cobra Kai teens to determine their demi-godly parentage, and will now inundate you with head cannons for each one :)

Miguel Diaz - 50% of the vote determined his parent to be "Apollo or Asclepius (god of healing)", 32.4% for Nike (goddess of Victory), 14.7% for Tyche (goddess of luck, success, and prosperity), and 2.9% for Ares (god of war)

Son of Apollo, blessed by Asclepius, Miguel has more healing prowess than his cabin mates by far. His powers work best when the sun is at its highest point in the sky, and he often needs to recharge by being in the sun. On the summer solctice his powers work so well he could bring someone back from the brink of death, but on the winter solstice he struggles to even close up a paper cut. Miguel also has a smaller secondary power to brighten up a room with his smile, literally.

Robby Keene - 72.1% of the vote determined his parent to be "Hermes (god of athletes, travelers, and thieves)", 16% for Heracles (god of athletes), 9.3% for Ares (god of war), and 2.3% for Dionysus (god of wine)

Son of Hermes, Robby, has an innate sense of direction. His power functions as its own GPS, always guiding him to where he wants to go. He also has a fair bit of luck in the thievery department, not that this is a power he likes to disclose. Pickpocketing comes easily to him and he has never been caught. unclear if he knows about these powers or just assumes that he's good at what he does.

Tory Nichols - 47.6% of the vote determined her parent to be "Ares (god of war)" , 23.8% for Nemesis (goddess of revenge and righting wrongs), 14.3% for Zelus (god of dedication and rivalry), and 14.3% for Menoetius (god of rash actions and human mortality)

Daughter of Ares, Tory has no powers to call upon usually, but in times of dire need she is the most likely to receive Ares' blessing. Favored by her father she is often victorious in battle.

Samantha LaRusso - scoring 34.1% each, a tie between Athena (goddess of war and strategy) and Themis (goddess of judgement and justice) , 22% for Tyche (goddess of luck and prosperity), and 9.8% for Aphrodite (goddess of love)

Daughter of Themis and Legacy of Athena, Sam has a mind for strategy. She has no outward power to call upon, but is still useful in a fight.

Eli Moskowitz - 48.6% of the vote determined his parent to be Proteus (god of change and transformations), 22.9% for Menoetius (god of violent anger and rash actions), 17.1% for Hermes (god of speed and messengers), and 11.4% for Hephaestus (god of craftsmen)

Son of Proteus, Eli has the ability to shapeshift. His power is not the strongest and can really only be used in the cosmetic sense. The majority of his use goes to changing his hair color and lenght. however, being the son of a minor water god, when near bodies of water he gains the ability to turn into a hawk. He has attempted to tun into other people or animals, yet has never succeeded in doing so, much to his disappointment.

Demetri Alexopolous - 41.2% of the votes determined his parent to be "Phobos (god of fear and panic)", 32.4% for Coreus (god / titan of intellect), 20.6% for Hephaestus (god of craftsmen), and 5.9% for Hermes (god of travelers)

Son of Phobos, Demetri has the ability to make other people feel his fear. He can't instill fear into other people, but if he's scared then those around him begin to feel fearful themselves. His emotions leak out, poisoning those physically close to him.

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Number of quests: Miguel 4, Robby 4, Tory 3, Sam 3, Eli 1, Demetri 0

Tory and Robby are year-round campers

Miguel, Robby, Tory, and Sam are head counselors by merit. Eli and Demetri are head counselors by way of being the only ones in their respective cabins.

Number of beads/years at camp: Sam 7, Miguel 5, Eli 5, Robby 4, Tory 3, Demetri 2

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So I wanted to bring up 7’s movie concept

First off, instead of Amitie and Ringo traveling the world, it’s the Suzuran ARS trio with Amitie tagging along

Second, Carbuncle’s battle is replaced with a battle against Ragnus because he’s cool and deserves to be a main stay

But what I really wanna bring up are the two Dark Arle battles

The first is the final of the 7 needed Puyo Battles

It’s against all 5 Primp students. Dark Arle eggs them on, bringing up moments from the past and going far but Ecolo isn’t trying to kill them

The second fight against Dark Prince, Rulue, Schezo and Ragnus is a different story. This isn’t a Puyo battle, but an actual fight. And Ecolo is aiming to kill. His comments about the traumatic moments he’s witnessed cut deeper. At one point, he almost kills Dark Prince, but Arle is able to resist just long enough for Rulue to get in the way, causing her to take most of the damage and knocking them both out.

Ecolo takes out Ragnus too, leaving just Schezo, in a battle paralleling the final battle of the Madou 2 movie. Eventually, Dark Arle has him pinned to the ground is about to finish him off when she resists again, and is able to long enough for Schezo to stab her through the heart, which excorcises Ecolo, and he frantically uses healing spells on her (I’ll tell ya how this calls back to Madou 2 in the reblog)

Ringo witnesses this. The first battle reveals that everyone will forget him, and he’s doing this for fun. And the second, all his comments relate to the character’s relationships with others in ways that cut extremely deep. This clues her into the fact that Ecolo is doing this because when you can’t form any form of relationship, what else can you do but amuse yourself? How can you care about others? She knows he’s not all bad, she can tell with how he acted in the first fight. This leads into the final fight later on

The powers of all of them combined manage to get Ringo and Ecolo to a spot alone, where she points all this out, breaks him by talking, to the point he’s just the core. Then comforts him. She promises to be his friend, even if she forgets, he can remind her. He breaks down and decides to leave

A post credit scene has him show up when Ringo is done with school, she sees him and calls him over, remembering him, and the final shot is her embracing him (the core not the shadowy bits)

That's... actually pretty good.

First, glad how all playable characters + your additions all contribute rather than stay back at Suzuran until the 7th battle's end and then just getting sucked into a space warp.

Second, Arle gets stabbed?! Will she be (mentally) okay?

Third, that seems like a more conclusive and heartfelt ending than the "A Winner Is You" immediate credits roll that 7 did. Plus, the Suzuran ARS Trio can actually give a proper goodbye to the Primp and Madou squads.

Fourth, this means you can add characters cut from or barely used in 7 like Lidelle (she had artwork done, but was cut before release), Witch and Harpy (who both only had cameos).

Fifth, you could give Transformation Mode a sense of purpose with some new lore (maybe even revive that scrapped magical girl concept).

Sixth, Brian Tyler and Daniel Pemberton's score would probably have Ecolo's theme be as menacing as Miguel O'Hara's theme from Spiderverse 2.

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THUNDER SAGA & WISDOM SAGA RANTS!!

Genuinely how can I live my life normally after this. Like,, HOW.

Anyway,,,

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

TWs/CWs: swearing, mentions of violence and death ig. If you're uncomfortable click off any time!

And without further ado, let's gooo!!

THUNDER SAGA

- Gosh, 'Suffering' is maybe probably most definitely my second fav song (after 'Thunder Bringer' ofc) in this saga. It's just so GOOD UGHH!!! I'm utterly OBSESSED with whoever voices Penelope/Siren Penelope cause they just sound ETHEREAL. Also the amount of memes with the "You know I'm too shy" is astounding. Def my fav part of the song.

- I hc that Ody, in 'Different Beast', when he said "You are no wife of mine!" that he pulled an "erm, actually-" and basically: "Nah cuz you got a few details ab my wife wrong, homie. You see, her ponytail's tips actually reach 3.5 cm lower than that, plus you got the shade of her eye color wrong. And gods she'd never wear that tunic without matching earrings!" Homie's obsessed lmao.

- Oh. My. God. KJ. KJ! THE ABSOLUTE QUEEN GAHH!!! The fucking growl Scylla had on "Give up your honor and wraith!" Made me literally almost fall over. I had a ton of fun just dancing to KJ's vocals. My GOD that's beautiful💯💯

- Tell me y'all can hear the absolute desperation in Eury's voice at the start😭 bro does NOT wanna believe his home bro Ody just gave up six men's lives like that. Also not Jay bringing back the "This is the home of the wind god" bullshit like pls I cried enough at 'Monster'😭😭 And not Eury turning Ody's words around by saying "I'M JUST A MAN!" then stabbing a cow, like HOMIE. WHY.

- Here comes Zeus the party crasher everyone! Yippee! But no, seriously, I've had 'Thunder Bringer' stuck in my head for a while cuz my boy Luke Holt's vocals be giving me shivers. Imma cry cause the absolute pain and crack in Ody's voice when he says "I know..." like,, 😭😭 Also the animatics where the crew just attacks Ody and the dude just accepts his fate are CRIMINAL. Ain't nobody asking me to cry today bro🙏🙏

WISDOM SAGA

- Gotta be my fav saga yet. The "Watchu gonna do about it, champ?" line was delivered PERFECTLY🙌🙌 Ayron is the absolute Top G. Also Miguel's voice for Telemachus is just UGHH SO GOOD!!! Also Tele be like: "STAY BEHIND ME MOM I'LL PROTECT YOU!!🤺🤺🤺"

- Let's fucking go Athena is back on track, baby! Literally LOVE both hers and Antinuos' vocals. They were ON. TOP. I couldn't help but giggle at Tele's "Woah,, that is so sick!!" Like he's my baby boy I love him smmmm!!!

- I ain't got no shit on Athena no more. Home girl's just guilty frfr. "You're a good kid." "Thanks!" AHHHH THEM>>> Anyway, great song. I love Athena now. I don't hold no grudge against her anymore, no siree. She my homie now💪💪

- WANGUI. THE LEGEND FRFR. They could never make me like Calypso but Barbara served. I listened to 'Love In Paradise' on my headphones and did not expect to hear Polites' voice in my left ear and Eury's in my right😭😭 The time-dive was LEGENDARY (haha.) and Ody's screams then him just yelling "ATHENA!!" cause he doesn't have anyone else to call for help was heartbreaking 💔

- Ahhh the fact that Jorge got his dad to voice Hephaestus is so cute <33 And Mr. PAM-PAM was right. Luke Holt's BEASTMODE ZEUS IS PHENOMENAL. I adored the transition between 'Warrior Of The Mind' and 'Legenday' after Zeus supposedly struck Athena down, which were – by the looks of the animatic shown in the livestream – the memories that got the goddess determined to stand back up💪💪 The way Ares' voice almost broke when he asked "Is she dead..?" broke me like😭😭 And whoever voices Hera is an absolute legend how the fuck is your voice that HEAVENLY😳

Also pls let the 'Silly Saga' be a thing, I had all the vids from Jorge's Disney Princess Era plus the Jimmy Neutron specials stuck inside my head non-stop for daysss🙏

Ooh and if we're lucky (and Jorge wants to ofc) maybe we'll get an album with cut songs! That would be amazing!! No pressure for the team tho, whatever they choose will be respected by everyone!

Also guys dw Athena's not dead, goddesses can't die you silly geese🙃 She's just injured n I'm absolutely sure we'll hear more of her in the upcoming Sagas! ^^

That's all for now! Take care y'all!! Stream the Wisdom Saga NYEOW👿👺!!!!