#kyrie-ray

[apocalypsis-uranium]

Glavinug, the sea slug pokemon!

Based on the Glaucus atlanticus, glavinug is very beloved and I want one as a friend

[kyrie-ray-scribbles]

fall pokes 🍂🍁

[plutonium-sky]

so I saw @kyri45 's ISAT and Sky: COTL au and I HAD to chime in with my tiny redesign of Iez for the au. Unfortunately her mask is a Giant personality of what she is so she carries it at all times with her anyways but it's a welding mask now. And I kinda removed Ray from here cause it may be a little much for her if she's gonna just be on the side LMAO

[pupsmailbox]

NEUTRAL LEANING MASC NAMES ⌇　abner.　 abram.　 adam.　 adrian.　 alex.　 alistair.　 andreas.　 ariel.　 arlen.　 arley.　 arlo.　 ash.　 atlas.　 auden.　 august.　 austin.　 avery.　 bailey.　 baron.　 barrett.　 baylor.　 beauden.　 bee.　 bellamy.　 bennett.　 blair.　 blaise.　 bowen.　 brayden.　 brendan.　 bronson.　 bryce.　 byron.　 caius.　 caleb.　 callahan.　 callan.　 calloway.　 callum.　 camden.　 cameron.　 carlin.　 carson.　 casey.　 cassian.　 chandler.　 chase.　 cody.　 cole.　 connolly.　 corban.　 corwin.　 cyrus.　 dallas.　 damion.　 damon.　 daniel.　 darius.　 davis.　 dawson.　 daylon.　 denver.　 desmond.　 devin.　 doran.　 dorian.　 drew.　 elian.　 elias.　 ellery.　 ellison.　 emery.　 ethan.　 evan.　 ezra.　 fallen.　 farren.　 finley.　 ford.　 foster.　 gabriel.　 gannon.　 garner.　 gavin.　 gentry.　 graham.　 greer.　 griffin.　 guthrie.　 harley.　 harlow.　 hartley.　 hayden.　 henley.　 henry.　 heron.　 hollis.　 hunter.　 ian.　 irving.　 isaiah.　 jace.　 james.　 jameson.　 jared.　 jeremiah.　 joel.　 jonah.　 joran.　 jordan.　 jory.　 josiah.　 jovian.　 jude.　 julian.　 juno.　 justus.　 kalen.　 kamden.　 kay.　 kayden.　 keaton.　 kellan.　 keller.　 kelly.　 kendon.　 kieran.　 kit.　 kylan.　 landry.　 lane.　 lennon.　 leslie.　 levi.　 leyton.　 liam.　 linden.　 lowell.　 luca.　 madden.　 marley.　 marlow.　 marshall.　 martin.　 mason.　 mathias.　 mercer.　 merritt.　 micah.　 miles.　 miller.　 milo.　 morgan.　 morrie.　 morrison.　 nate.　 nevin.　 nick.　 nicky.　 nico.　 nicolas.　 noah.　 noel.　 nolan.　 oren.　 orion.　 owen.　 parker.　 percy.　 perrin.　 peyton.　 pierce.　 porter.　 preston.　 quincy.　 quinn.　 reece.　 reid.　 reign.　 rein.　 remi.　 remington.　 renley.　 riley.　 river.　 robin.　 rollins.　 ronan.　 rory.　 rowan.　 russell.　 ryan.　 rylan.　 sam.　 samuel.　 sawyer.　 saylor.　 seth.　 shiloh.　 soren.　 spencer.　 stellan.　 sterling.　 talon.　 taylor.　 thaddeus.　 thane.　 theo.　 toni.　 tracy.　 tristan.　 tyrus.　 valor.　 warner.　 wells.　 wesley.　 whitten.　 william.　 willis.　 wylie.　

NEUTRAL LEANING FEM NAMES ⌇　abigaël.　 abilene.　 addison.　 adrian.　 ainsley.　 alexis.　 and.　 andrea.　 arden.　 aria.　 ashley.　 aspen.　 aubrey.　 autumn.　 avery.　 avian.　 ayla.　 bailey.　 beryl.　 blair.　 blaire.　 blake.　 briar.　 brooklyn.　 brooks.　 bryce.　 cameron.　 camille.　 casey.　 celeste.　 channing.　 charlie.　 chase.　 collins.　 cordelia.　 courtney.　 daisy.　 dakota.　 dana.　 darby.　 darcy.　 delaney.　 delilah.　 devin.　 dylan.　 eden.　 eisley.　 elia.　 ellerie.　 ellery.　 ellie.　 elliot.　 elliott.　 ellis.　 ellory.　 ember.　 emelin.　 emerson.　 emery.　 evelyn.　 ezra.　 fallon.　 finley.　 fiore.　 florence.　 floris.　 frances.　 greer.　 gwenaël.　 hadley.　 harley.　 harper.　 haven.　 hayden.　 heike.　 hollis.　 hunter.　 ivy.　 jade.　 jamie.　 jocelyn.　 jordan.　 jude.　 juno.　 kelly.　 kelsey.　 kendall.　 kennedy.　 koda.　 kyrie.　 lacey.　 lane.　 leighton.　 lennon.　 lennox.　 lesley.　 leslie.　 lilian.　 lindsay.　 loden.　 logan.　 lou.　 lyric.　 madison.　 mallory.　 marinell.　 marley.　 mckenzie.　 melody.　 mercede.　 meredith.　 mio.　 misha.　 monroe.　 montana.　 morgan.　 nico.　 nova.　 oakley.　 olympia.　 owen.　 page.　 palmer.　 parker.　 pat.　 paulie.　 perri.　 petyon.　 peyton.　 phoenix.　 piper.　 priscilla.　 quinn.　 raven.　 ray.　 reagan.　 reece.　 reese.　 remi.　 remy.　 riley.　 rio.　 river.　 robin.　 rory.　 rosario.　 rowan.　 ryan.　 rylie.　 sacha.　 sage.　 sam.　 sammy.　 santana.　 sasha.　 sawyer.　 saylor.　 severin.　 shannon.　 shelby.　 shiloh.　 skye.　 skylar.　 sloane.　 sol.　 soleil.　 sterling.　 stevie.　 sutton.　 swan.　 swann.　 sydney.　 tatum.　 taylo.　 taylor.　 tracey.　 valentine.　 vanya.　 vivendel.　 vivian.　 vivien.　 wren.　 wynn.　 yael.

[flashfuckingflesh]

An Experiment Backfiring with EVIL Payback. "Moonchild" reviewed! (Visual Vengeance / Blu-ray)

An Experiment Backfiring with EVIL Payback. “Moonchild” reviewed! (Visual Vengeance / Blu-ray)

“Moonchild” now on Blu-ray from Visual Vengeance! An Inhuman government body of a dystopian future experiments with genetic splicing to create the ultimate weapon, known as Project Moonchild, against the human rebellion. That weapon, Jacob Stryker, is unaware of his newly encoded abilities when he escapes one of their holding labs to rescue his captive son from the very same apathetic regime.…

[stvharrngton]

hi kyrie, congrats on 1k!! i hope i'm not too late to send something in, but may i please request 💌: steve + 91 (kisses shared under an umbrella) from list 2? thank you so much <333

kait!! not too late but i’m sorry i took forever to get this posted 😭 thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy! <3 @katsu28

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

word count: 1k

warnings: none, fluffy boyfriend steeb

prompt: kisses shared under an umbrella

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld

1k celebration

The evening spring air was hot and sticky against your skin, your bare arms brushing against Steve’s with every step that you walked, your denim shorts high on your waist.

You two were a picture. Your hair thrown up into a bun that was definitely lopsided on your head, a pair of odd socks donning your feet. Steve with his signature Ray-Bans perched on the bridge of his nose even though the sun had moved behind the clouds hours ago.

He’d insisted that you’d been cooped up in your apartment for too long, either of you only ever leaving the comfort of your home for work. “Fresh air will be good for us.” He’d said.

You’d rolled your eyes at him, even though he was right, Steve was always right, but a pout fell to your lips when you re-emerged to see his car keys were still slung on the kitchen counter.

Apparently your idea of fresh air was different to his. You wanted to go for a drive, feel the wind blistering through your hair as the radio played throughout the trusty BMW. Steve’s hand resting on your thigh as he navigated the winding roads beyond Hawkins.

“We’re going for a walk, come on, baby,” he’d said with a chuckle, lacing his fingers between yours to pull you into him closer, “stop pouting.” Steve spoke against your lips with a gentle kiss.

You didn’t have an end destination, you just headed wherever your footsteps took you. Hand in hand and Steve was beaming from ear to ear. Something about you, about being with you, made him giddy. The way your hand felt in his, how warm your skin felt, the way your cheeks turned rosy from the warm air.

All of it just felt perfect. Like home.

Steve would always cherish moments like these, he was sure you did too. Between all the doom and gloom and interdimensional monsters lurking in Hawkins you still had each other. And Hell, that was enough. It would always be enough.

As he got lost in his thoughts in a sea of you, he almost didn’t realise you’d stopped walking. Brows pinched together with that damn pout on your lips again, fingers tugging on his own.

“Was that thunder?” You gawped, voice a little shaky as the clouds darkened quickly.

“What? No, come on, you’re hearing things.” Steve teased, chuckling to himself as he tried to get you walking again, arm slung around your shoulders to get you moving.

The sky rumbled again, a little louder this time as it rang throughout Steve’s ears. His grin downturning into a thin line as he turned to look at you.

“Shit.” He mumbled.

“So you don’t think I’m crazy now, hotshot?” You jibed with a jab to the boy’s chest.

Both your eyes brimmed wide with panic as the sprinkling of rain began to fall from the clouds, only doomed to fall harder as the seconds passed by. You were already hot and sticky, you could do without adding soggy to that list.

Steve wrapped his fingers around your wrist as he dragged you into the convenience store on the other side of the road. You narrowly missed the downpour by a beat, your sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor of the store.

“Let’s just wait it out in here for a minute.” Steve said quietly, fingers carding through his hair as he ushered you through with a hand at the small of your back.

You gnawed on your bottom lip as you watched the rain thrash against the large windows, brows knitting together as you spoke, “I don’t think it’s stopping anytime soon, Stevie.”

Steve pulled you into his side with his arm around your shoulders, his lips pressed to your temple as he nosed at your hairline. He hummed softly at your thought until his eyes fell on the rack of umbrellas in the corner of the aisle.

“I have an idea,” he said with a grin, “umbrella?”

He picked up one from the rack, a simple black thing with pink hearts splattered all over. You nodded with a giggle as you followed him to the cash register, hand tucked into the back pocket of his Levi’s.

“You’re not getting one for you, Stevie?” you asked as you leaned into the boy’s side.

“We can share, it’ll be romantic.” Steve hushed you with a wiggle of his eyebrows, fishing out his wallet to pay for your new umbrella.

“Steve,” you said with a giggle, “you’re like two feet taller than me.”

Okay, you were exaggerating just a little but Steve brushed you off either way. Insisting that he ‘could keep you dry, baby’, a statement he said in that voice that was usually reserved for the bedroom.

Steve Harrington was an idiot, but he was your idiot.

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend as he ushered you back out to the front of the store. The rain still thrashing the ground in an assault, you huddled shoulder to shoulder underneath the small ledge out front.

You snatched the umbrella from Steve’s hands as you felt the rain splatter at your feet, cold droplets sprinkling against your shins. You held the umbrella over you both as Steve peered down at you with a dopey grin on his face.

“‘M sorry I brought you out in the rain, sweetheart.” He spoke softly, you could barely hear him over the rain, his hand reaching to cup your cheek.

“S’fine, but I gotta ask,” you began, your free hand pressed against Steve’s firm chest, “where’s the romance you promised, loverboy?”

Steve chuckled lightly, pulling you into him and out from under the ledge with a grip to your waist. Both of his hands found your face, thumbs brushing over the apple of your cheeks as he pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was sticky sweet, dripping with saccharine. Steve’s plush lips soft against your own, as you melted into him, his kiss, his touch. You felt him smile against your lips as he pulled away, your mouth chasing his as he came to rest his forehead on yours.

“Don’t get greedy now, pretty girl, there’s more where that came from at home.”

Umbrella and rain be damned, you were dragging Steve back to the comfort of your home as fast as your feet would carry you.

[thereadingchallengechallenge]

Read in May 2024

guess who's on a reading spree 🥰 I haven't had one of these for quite some time and it's feeling good since I spent half the month coughing and sneezing my guts up. my favourites of the month were probably The September House and The Summer Love Strategy, but I also really enjoyed revisiting some old favourites :3

here's to keeping up this energy in June!!!

Series read: The Girls I’ve Been duology by Tess Sharpe

The Girls I’ve Been - 5/5 (reread)

The Girl in Question - 4/5

Backlog books:

Seven Devils by Elizabeth May & LR Lam - 4/5

The Ghosts We Keep by Mason Deaver - 4/5 (audio)

Other reads:

You’re Not Supposed to Die Tonight by Kalynn Bayron - 4/5 (audio)

Sasha Masha by Agnes Borinsky - 4/5 (audio)

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi - 3/5 (audio)

I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver - 5/5 (audio/reread)

Queerly Beloved by Susie Dumond - 2/5

Turtles All the Way Down by John Green - 5/5 (audio/reread)

Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro - 3/5 (audio)

Feed Them Silence by Lee Mandelo - 4/5 (audio)

If These Wings Could Fly by Kyrie McCauley - 4/5 (audio)

Beating Heart Baby by Lio Min - 4/5 (audio)

The September House by Carissa Orlando - 5/5 (audio)

Four Found Dead by Natalie D Richards - 3/5 (audio)

Six Times We Almost Kissed by Tess Sharpe - 4/5 (audio)

The Summer Love Strategy by Ray Stoeve - 5/5

[wakabahan]

what characters inspired your ocs, if any? 👀

my bad this has been sitting in here for like two months. some aren't actually a character, it's the vibe like music, aesthetic, phys traits, etc

shasta shizuka- cornelia li britannia - alexandra cabot - satsuki kiryuin - shiv roy

dahlia eiko- bordeaux - this specific photo of my mom when she was 20 - ichigo - jan valentine

sunny miyu - mihoshi kurimitsu - antonio borgia - dana lewis - jpop group bennie k

wakaba - tear grants - chiaki kuriyama - goro majima - tora

kyrie - anise tatlin - miwako sakurada - edward wong hau pepelu tivruski iv - washu

ian - seth - garbage's the world is not enough music video - clarice starling - stevie ray vaughan's couldn't stand the weather

[juansartgallery]

Whoops, I forgot i had to publish this to my Tumblr!

Artfight was one of the many reasons why I was so inactive!!

I've totally done a lot more attacks that this one, but in order to not make this post inhumanly long, this is all you'll see, Tumblr people!

Alright, here are all the characters and creators in order!

Sister by: Mackieron

Sunny Plush by: EggplantPaperclip

Void Kat by: mindsmisery

Slinky by: LOCKKSTARR

Melancholic Geometry by: floofus

Nacho by: @nyanloane

Ssttrik by: SloughyHurdle34

Solusel by: emptyproxy

Gluttony by: @mercurymarine404

Zynn by: jxrdyn

Click by: stabbydragons

Oen by: ne

PJ & Larry the Rock by: FlowrPetals

Kyrie by: sunzop

Toon Ray by: OwlDust

OctoGhost by: OctoGhostVT (what a surprise)

Akuma by: Phoenix_Wright

Draco by: BlueTail_Clouds

Orbu by: @345rusl

Static by: RandomTherapy

Raincoat by: corpseflowerzz

Blu & MK by: 8bitVanny

The Trash Trio by: pixeldispatch

FRED by: Booglyboofle

Pitch by: pokia

Legbert by: @geistrominks TH LINK: (Geistrominks)

Smiler by: @moonjae06

Ro by: rodysoulos

Letifer by: @spritecrimes

Comet by: Swagythecoolest

Silly Cat Guy by: 1_mothman_1

Nep by: hexhollows

[desmond69miles]

Hey look its that one writer who doesn’t remember they had a tumblr blog!

I’ve been not only sick, but I’ve moved a long way from my previous house and with delayed processing I don’t notice things until like three days later it’s insane augh 

There is ZERO (0) Kyrie fanfictions so I wrote something. Enjoy.

AO3 link

Kyrie/Fem!Reader (Reader is taller than Kyrie and has boobs.) NSFW (not extremely explicit.)

Warnings: Devil!Reader, morning sex, oral sex, established relationship, very poorly proofread, 1.9K words.

The warm sun shining through the windows is something you aren't sure you'll ever get used to.

Nothing can prepare you for the warm summers of Fortuna, or the loud bolstering of Kyrie and her brother, Nero. Nothing in the Underworld has ever been as bright as this, and it's one thing to be out and about in the city prepared for it, but it's another thing when the sun flickers through the huge windows in Kyrie's finely decorated bedroom.

The sheets here are soft, but she's softer.

You twist in the fabric trying to get away from the light, but it doesn't matter where you turn, it's  still there.  Warming your fabric-covered back.

It's  everywhere .

Even when you close your eyes, you can't get away from it, and it doesn't help with all of Kyrie's crystals and other trinkets. The rays bounce off and into your skin.

You groan and pull the quilt above your head, pushing yourself down into the mattress for safety, and when that doesn't work, you seek refuge in Kyrie herself. She grumbled softly as she stirred awake, gently slapping her face with her hand and rubbing her eyes. She pats your head when you bury your face into her chest for safety. "What are you doing?" She whispered.

"The sun hurts my eyes," You complain. "Turn it off."

Kyrie chuckled at your words. "I can't do that."

"You're supposed to be an angel," you groan. "You're supposed to be able to do anything."

"I'm only human compared to you and Nero," Kyrie hummed, voice lilted and warming. She was the only light you would accept, the only light you  could  accept.

You sigh and squeeze the brunette, taking the best source of warmth in Fortuna for yourself as Kyrie wraps her arms around you; and that's when you realize how  soft  she is. Every inch of her uncovered skin reminds you of a silk-woven doll, brought to life by clockwork, or perhaps, Sparda himself. You breathe her in, taking a deep, intoxicating breath of her expensive human world soap, and the scented wash Kyrie drenches her sheets in.

The human world might be too bright for your worn eyes, but Kyrie is perfect, and you don't need to  view  to appreciate her. You press a warm kiss in between the valley of her breasts, letting your lips drag down until you find her tummy, warm hands landing on her hips. You press a kiss below her navel, fabric covered but still just as plush.

Kyrie tiredly mumbled your name, a small hand resting on the back of your head. You hummed in response, gently squeezing her upper thigh, poising innocence that worked wonders as you wiggled down a little further until you found the hem of her nightgown and bunch it up just enough for you to slide your hands under it.

Her uncovered skin was so,  so  soft right below her ribs and near her tummy, and you run your fingers over her stomach and below her boobs until Kyrie squirms with a light laugh. You wonder quickly where else she was ticklish, and think that'd be a fun punishment later on.

"It's too early for this, my love." Kyrie gently used the ball of her palm to press against your forehead. "Too early for what?"

If she answered, you ignored her, too busy working the fabric out from beneath her butt to pay attention, but if Kyrie a second ago cared that much about how early it is, the arms wrapping around her waist suggest that she's not too eager to stop you.

There. See? You and Kyrie slot together so easily. ��So naturally.  

Sometimes the word girlfriend is said, as a promise; a wish granted to one another. You're often away from Fortuna, gone on devil-hunting missions with Nero, and extension, Dante. Even though you're quick to return to your people,  devils , you're just as quick to come back to Kyrie any chance you get.

This home, here, in the human world, isn't the same as the underworld. The home that Kyrie made, the home that Devil May Cry made, was different.  Frightening , in a way.

You kiss her exposed tummy, pressing sleep-warn lips against her soft flesh, and Kyrie sighs beneath you, more content than she was your first few times.

First  dozen  times.

Eventually, Kyrie loosened up when it came to sex, leaving behind the strict celibate life her parents and The Order raised her in. Kyrie fell into the idea that she's allowed to have the pleasure she deserved, especially when it's given to her by you.  Especially  in times like these where neither of you have to worry about your duties and the daily tasks life encompasses. And if the sun was deciding to be a bitch and be so bright, you didn't know why you couldn't indulge in some pleasure.

Kyrie's sheets cling to you like a second skin as you kiss lower and lower, and Kyrie sighs as her thighs spread wide, open, and inviting. You don't touch her before you press your lips against her thin panties. Whatever Kyrie wears, you want to wear. The clothes are so much softer than the underworld. So much easier to tear, as well. You wonder if she'd be angry if you were to tear a hole in the pristine lace.

Warmth pools near your lips, and Kyrie thinks about how much she's prayed for something like this; someone like you, to Sparda. A nimble moan of your name left Kyrie's mouth.

Your lips tug back into a smile as you imagine the simple impatience on her face. The furrow of her brow, lips pressed into a concentrated pout, similar to a look she'd give a child at the orphanage before scolding them. You consider teasing Kyrie about it. Both openly, because it's sweet to see her brow twinge in laughter, but also like this, where your lips drag against her slow and badgering until Kyrie loses her well-kept composure.

Your index and middle finger slip beneath the crotch area of her panties, tugging the fabric down her thighs. It was  so easy  to learn Kyrie.

You press another kiss to her, right above her hole. Soft, so delicate, swollen and so wet. Kyrie was  perfect.  A sweet angel for  only   you .

She tastes as good as she looks, as well as she behaves, and Kyrie presses against you with her hips. You were careful to not give too much, not wanting to overstimulate your sweet girlfriend, letting her take the motions. Letting her use you.

Kyrie's breath is light, soft, and shallow as you lift her hips up a bit,  just right  for you to wrap your lips around her clit. She moans softly as your tongue flicks against her, her thin hand coming to place atop your head.

She loves you. She loves loving you, and although you've never been the most careful or patient, Kyrie has always smoothed those rough lines around you. Kissing Kyrie, here or anywhere else, is something you both can never rush.

Her clit fits easily between your lips.

You wrap them around it before you led your tongue prod around, spreading Kyrie open before you drag her slick back up over her. She's already so wet just from this. When is she not, really?

Usually, there's more fondling, more kissing, more kisses and bites to her neck before Kyrie is ready for more than just a swipe of a hand, but it seems like you weren't the only one who woke up with ideas for how to spend this bright morning.

Maybe you dreamed of each other. You'd give anything to know.

On a particularly rough nip to Kyrie's inner thigh, the brunette dug her nails into your scalp, but with the sheet in the way, you can only giggle. Kyrie chuffs above you. It's  unladylike.

You don't mind when she says something you do is unladylike. So is eating your girlfriend out on the kitchen counter while she was cooking breakfast, but that's never stopped either of you.

Doesn't she deserve this?

Keeping sane between Nero, Nico, and sometimes Dante and Vergil is exhausting. While everyone did an alright job at maintaining peace (alright said lightly, when were the twins ever calm?), there were always fights. Most times people looked to Kyrie for defusal. You tried to help when you were out of the underworld, although your girlfriend would often refuse.

If diving between her legs and licking her clean keeps your girlfriend so sweet, then in the order of Sparda, consider her licked and lavished.

Kyrie would quickly kill you if you ever said any of this out loud.

"[Name], that's indecorous."

Yeah? And what's this?

Kyrie groans, the palm on the back of your head pressing down firmly, anchoring you to her sopping cunt. Sparda, she tasted even better when you were hungry. Sweeter than any human treat, warmer than any fireplace you knew, and you devour Kyrie until neither of you can breathe properly. Not that you needed to breathe, anyway.

Kyrie keens for you, arching her hips up to your mouth until her clit slides against your tongue. You're content in your place, allowing her to grind against your face in these last few moments of the bed before you both have to get up and do the tasks of daily life.

You slip a finger inside, gently curling it in a 'come here' motion, continuing to work her with your tongue, and Kyrie squirms and whines before her well-trimmed nails scratch your scalp beneath the sheet. She's scratched your back up worse, and you've never been mad about it.

"Go-Gonna-!"

You kiss harder and then suck her swollen clit, moving your finger in and out faster, yet with an air of laziness. Kyrie cries until her voice breaks, cracking like glass and you nearly come yourself just from the sound alone.

She shakes when she comes, trembling as her thighs clamp around your head, one of her feet pushing against your back. Words, profanities, tumble out of her mouth, words she would swear her life on she doesn't know. Fuck, Kyrie couldn't care. She loves you so much, she would take on an entire army of demons if it meant protecting you. Not that she could, you always teased.

You pull off of her with a gasp, Kyrie becoming boneless jelly. Your hands wander around her stomach, squeezing her boobs teasingly before moving back down to her thighs, pushing them off your shoulders so you could shimmy up. You wipe the slick from your mouth with the sheet, the bedroom air cooling your heated cheeks. The sun stings your eyes but you couldn't care as you flopped next to her, pulling Kyrie's now sweaty form towards you.

"Care to explain yourself?" Kyrie says, out of breath and flushed. She lifts her leg to wrap around your waist, panting as she rests her head on your boobs.

"You need to put some curtains up." You say, kissing the top of her head and patting her thigh. "Me? This was your solution?" You chuff at her words, grabbing one of her silk pillows and cramming it onto your face. Away from the sun, although you still felt it crawling on your skin.

"You'll get used to it, I promise." She sweetly said, littering kisses around your shoulder and collarbones. You groaned loudly, exaggerated and drawn out.  Shush , you thought.

"I forgot to mention," Kyrie started, you huffed, " Nico has something new for you to try."

"Yeah?"

"You'll have to stay in the overworld with our horrible sun for another day."

"You're going to kill me."

[kinomorebi]

❛ i think that’s a testament to my generous soul. ❜

Feyd to Kyrie

Oceans. She's surrounded by oceans. Cascading waves of gold to reflect the rays of suns themselves as the sands fold over themselves in light of the heat's greed. Kyrie has made residence of the sandy sea beneath her, knees a replacement for footing. She's kneeled there before him. Exhaustion's gravity weighs heavier than that of worship or respect for the stranger, the only other reasons she'd find herself on her knees there. Who was he?

"Typically those who find themselves to be truly generous don't feel the need to announce it." It's unclear how long she's been wandering, how long it had been since water had settled within the grooves of her tongue to sate her needs. The force was but a distant whisper here after her crash landing, bloody aftermath baked into her skin a residual memory. Hope's seed lingers in the pit of her belly's contents. Still present but withering within. 

It breaches it's encasing and blossoms at the presence of the looming stranger, something else to sprout beneath it. Goosebumps are warnings along sun kissed skin to contradict heat's touch as it seeps in. She'd heed them if her intuition insisted, but for now, the canteen of a liquid undisclosed called louder to parched lips as it sits within his outstretched hand. Her eyes are absent of trust, but she still chooses to bring the canteen offered to wet her palate with its contents. 

"Thank you," voice softer now to express her gratitude, pride the driving force as she attempts to stand once more and meet him face to face-- at least as close to it as her smaller stature would allow with him.

⸻ for @deficd ⸻

[apocalypsis-uranium]

Glavinug, the sea slug pokemon - alternate designs! Colors are inspired by other types of nudibranch than the Glaucus atlanticus, which is the inspiration for glavinug's base design.

[kyrie-ray-scribbles]

they,,,,,

[blairpuffs]

꒰꒰・┄┄┄┄・♡・┄┄┄┄・꒱꒱

HI MY NAME IS MOTHERFUCMING WALTER WHITE EAT SHIT AND DIE!!! 🎵

heyyzas :3 im blairpuffs im an american artist/writer/friend i think

evil lesbian, milfs please dm me /hj

call me blair, viz or fynn or anything (INCLUDING EARL/EARL GREY)

my real name is michael/mike or casper

silly sapphic spaghetti (nonbinary(trixic) catgender sapphic/lesbian)

6/27/2007 🎂

i have autism, adhd and rsd, anxiety, ocd and possibly bpd

probably tonedeaf and also i require them in general so PLS USE TONE INDICATORS WITH ME OR ILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S GOING ON

they/them mainly but i use jdjdjek. 80203939399393 neopronouns/exag

earl grey cookie IRL ! !! 🙌

emoticon fanatic

i like cookies that run and jump and fuck around

no set dni if i don't like you i zap you with my laser eyes and i hit that sexy block button

thats all (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ ik im so cool :3 sexy struts out the door and trips over my fabulous high heels

also my super awesome partners you should follow you dont have a choice . 👇

kyrie from @averagemafuyukinnie (WE ARE TUMBLR MARRIED /P)

wiiware from @st4d1um-4rc4d1um :]

꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Just why?

Just why? by Kyris

I got this idea after watching a tik tok. I decided I needed to do it.

After Midoriya got injured while out on patrol. Aizawa decided to let the teen stay at his house for the night at least. Aizawa had to go fill out some paperwork a he left Shinsou and Midoriya home alone.

He was not happy when he got home. - Btw this has nothing to do with my other fic called New Beginnings.

Words: 1891, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Caught, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Little Shit, Angry Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic is a Ray of Sunshine, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43825237

[v6quewrlds]

Happy Saturday! Quick question. Have you been watching the NBA, and if so, what team are you rooting for? And also, who are your favorite players ?

- 🦈

i have! i am a diehard, loyal heat fan which is going to be a struggle this season lmao. it's always fuck the celtics. fuck the wizards. fuck the spurs. as for favorite players right now it's devin, giannis, lebron, steph, melo, and bam. all time it's ray allen, d-wade, kyrie, jj redick, and prime klay.