#lace crater

[dare-g]

Lace Crater (2015)

[butyoureyessaidyes]

9-1-1 AU: Demon Buck corrupts priest Eddie. [x]

"Let him go," Eddie demands, simmering with rage. "And why would I do that?" The voice is Buck’s, except it’s twisted, fractured somehow, crackling with a malice that sets Eddie’s nerves on fire. "He’s such a delicious vessel. So much pain. So much fear. So...much." The demon chuckles, low and menacing. "Do you have any idea what he thinks about when he’s alone at night?" Eddie doesn't dignify that with a response. He knows where this is going, and he refuses to have the conversation. Not now, not when Buck is trapped in his own body, fighting for control. "He’s terrified, you know," the demon taunts, leaning closer, as if to share a secret. "You should hear the way he cries out for you in his nightmares. It’s...intoxicating." "Shut up!" Eddie’s voice cracks, anger laced with desperation. He needs to do something—anything—to make sure this thing doesn't harm Buck. "Oh, it gets better." The demon smirks, relishing the torment he’s causing. "Buck’s been praying. But not to God. No, no...he’s been praying to you," the demon says, voice slick with oily delight. "He’s been begging you to save him, Eddie. Isn’t that tragic?" Eddie swears he can feel his heart crater. Buck has always put entirely too much faith in him. "Take me," he says, voice trembling with conviction. "Ruin me. But not Buck," he pleads. "I'll do anything. Just let me save him." "Nothing sweeter than a holy man on his knees for me," the demon murmurs. A dark smile spreads like smoke across Buck's face, and he watches as Eddie falls.

[astralnymphh]

Okay I have this little thought of fucking ellie in lotus position and I literally can’t get it out of my head

Sorry if this is weird I just feel like you could do it justice if you’re comfortable😭

omgg lotus position. that's like.. perfect for ellie cause she loves you straddling her and boobs.. and grabbing handfuls of ass meat. I'll do a little blurb on this but honestly might incorporate this position in a future fic. this feels a bit lazy but i swear im just saving my brain as i start saccharine saturations 2. MDNI ౨ৎ

lotus position with ellie ౨ৎ

let me paint the perspective on this blank canvas. the girl before you, ruby–eared as the budding roses of spring and swamping her sights in you, intoxication, a budding lust to be. the absolute hormone spurts you get whenever ellie drags you atop her lap is utterly intoxicating, utterly. you, sitting vis–à–vis. both of you undertaking the nude. her knees, bent to a perfect splay that opens a little seat just for you, a fleshy, cushiony, linen bedsheet crater. fair skin awash in tawny light, courtesy of the floor lamp abutting to the bed. a light that also reflects a shimmer string off the solid base of her strap, diagonally rested between those manspread legs. chartreuse green encapsulated in a bedroom–eye droopy–lid gaze surrounded by reeds of her deep amber esque lashes curving so softly from her puffy waterlines. an expression that says 'come sit on my lap pretty girl.' while she loiters one of those lusty hands to pose and dab her thigh gently– rippling the tight skin barely and croaking a smoky whisper, "c'mon baby, m' all ready for you now." as her lip corners tug a toothy smirk, folding the bottom lip under to bite. it coils back out, so pliantly, she lures you in tender.

ellie would fuck you so good in lotus. maddenly so, spires of her knobby digits grapple and hook on your ass, soothing softness leaven as milk bread. hairs on her arms, bitsy and tickle inducing, lie plumb from your thighs to your hips and are clasped in the soft layer of elasticity. she kneads your butt like malleable dough and spreads you wide on her pumping cock, lubricous laces lashing from your stuffed slit. the pressure exuded in her fingertips line your ass so perfectly to her roll of hip, she can fuck up into your cunt just right. in this angle, she deepens within you, and you take her unconditionally. plop, plop, palp, the slickening of cum glazes your underside thoroughly and crafts a wet slap whenever her dense hips rut into your cushy pussy lips. in your blurred numbness she finds a mania in seeing you all dog–panting and white–eyed, craning close and curling those sun–baked lips flush on your breast, "fuck that pussy back on me, mhmm, good girl.." brushing skin with her muffled coax. you bounce your bottom in sync with hers, creating a on beat rhythm, but in return her cock bottoms out deeper inside to the point of bulging a knob in your belly. on an ellie's perspective note, she fucking loves suckling upon your tender, risen nipples during sex, so this position basically emboldened her to put those eager lips to use. her gob caves an 'o' shape over your nipple and excitedly flicks her textured tongue over the nub, ever the more inflaming your pussy with euphoria. you card knuckles in her tuft of auburn hair, yanking a grip of locks to which ellie gives your nipple a teensy bite, getting you to yelp. ugh, can't you just visualize that view? a thin gap between your humping bodies, skin clumping and swelling, her perky boobs jiggling with the movements produced, peak of her russet pubes browsing over the harness base– slap! a red sting of fury nips you in the buttcheek, literally. ellie can't get enough of your rump, popping off your breast a moment and slanting her body aside to catch a glimpse of it, freak, indulging another slap. anyways, holding your hips captive to where she needs them, she pipes all the delectable cream she can out of you, grazing that bumpy vein shaft along your ribbed walls with a passion to spite 'unpassions', she coagulates a burning knot inside you, haste without chaste. girl will commit ungodly things to prove how helpless to climax you are on her thickset dick, popping her mouth off your tit to provoke in words of hypocrisy, "feels so good, huh? going dumb on my cock? yeahh? haha, god, can't even see your eyes, fuck." i claim hypocrisy, because we all know damn well with our combined minds that this girl gets dumb on your pussy, folding up her lips to contain the slobber threatening to make her look pussydrunk.

and she is most definetely pussydrunk, moreso in this position, climbing up to a high real fast. chromatically, her moan rises, "uhhhhhhh, yeahahhaaa.. ohh fuck."

how she looks cumming in this position? electrifying. her fawn freckled cheeks overcast in a flush of coral pink, gaping her lips wide and scrunching skin in all the right areas. the chafing pleasure tweaking her clit makes for a good fucking orgasm. her lids embracing the reflex of scantly shutting and gazing up at you, the green in her eyes somehow more vibrant and her pupils blown to a new moon. she just whines a grunty, "hahhh– mhhh, mhhh, yeessss." in a warble while twitching her last final blows against your beaten cervix, cockhead mashing that gummy donut. scarred as your shoulderblades take the toll ten clawing nails can bestow, her fingers whiten away the pigment with the strength issued into your flesh. her own pussy convulses and gathers up a bit of milky cum to streamline in strings along her perineum, dripping like dew onto the bed. you're ways from comparable, though, spraying your clear orgasm all over her. she'll praise you through her tale of moans, groaning, "uhhh yeah, get that cock all filthy– filthy, filthy, filthhh– fuuckkkk.." strands of her hair stick in an untidy manner beyond her hairline, shadowing that gloss of sweat narrowly. then, she dwindles down to a smile, a smile to bury. burying kisses in your sternum, she peppers up and up with a sudden awash of elation walking hand–in–hand with exhaustion. shaky nubs of her fingertips press and drag sweaty over the blushed marks given in her high, almost writing an apology to the poor scratches. looser skin of your back bulges and ribs between her waxy digits, cooling with a pasty ache. the weeping of pores after sex was no joke, no lie. and ellie intended to lick every puny dollop of it from your body. "l'mme clean you up.." she mumbles droney as a meadow bee barming your ears with a measly melody, voice muted in your neck. you reply, fumbly out of breath, "oh, a bath? i could really use a–" the chambré stamp of her tongue unfurls blunt to your neck, nudging up a spit trail along the skin. by clean you up, she just means lick you like a dog. i personally live for ellie doing that. you bumble, "ellie?" and she just garbles back, lips obviously occupied, "let me, mhh, clean you up.." and slipping a gritty chuckle in the depths of her throat, shrugging her shoulders a bit.

don't even get me started on ellie licking you up and down after sex.

[minminbunny]

Enemies to Lovers AU - Hero! Kim Seungmin/Villain Gender Neutral! Reader

*Kim Seungmin doesn't give two fucks that you do or don't have a womb, he will fuck you pregnant ehe

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"Sweetheart, I bought something for you," Seungmin said, pulling you onto his lap. "Woah! Min, you can't just snag me like a rag doll," you complained, nosing his cheek. Seungmin chuckled, patting your hair, "Oh yeah? Even if I told you I had something special made?" he teased, hooking his chin over your head. You pulled away, looking up at him, "What did you spend on this time, puppy boy?" you asked, pinching his cheeks. Seungmin whined and removed your palm, "Just a little something," he said, kissing your palm. You squinted at him, knowing your darling boyfriend would often get freakishly expensive gifts.

Seungmin booped your nose, "Close your eyes, pretty," he said, his voice laced with excitement. You couldn't hold back a subtle smile and did as told. Seungmin clasped at the necklace and pulled back to see it placed right between your sternum, "You can open them now," he said, rubbing your shoulders. You looked down and your breath hitched, "Seungmin," you whispered, eyeing the pendants on the necklace. "It's a merge of our birthstones and a tiny puppy to remind you of me," he said, pride coursing through his veins. You giggled, grazing the pendants, "Was the hickeys you normally gave not enough?" you teased, stroking his cheek. Seungmin held your hand and kissed your palm, "With you, never," he said, nipping the flesh of your hand.

"You'll never get away this time, Star," Seungmin said, regenerating cloud bolts. You chuckled, "You really think, compressed clouds can stop me? It's bound you give up, Sky," you teased, sitting on the edge of a building. Seungmin clenched his jaw, "You make it sound so easy," he scoffed, his tone tinged with sarcasm. You smirked, dangling your feet, "Of course, it is. You give up and I take over the rest of the city. Sounds easy enough for a brainiac hero like you," you cooed, jutting your bottom lip. Seungmin grunted as he threw his bolt. You easily moved aside as always but he appeared right behind you, "Boo," he whispered, pinning you against the roof.

You coughed blood at the impact, his hold created craters in the roof. Seungmin smirked, "You can't use the same trick twice," he said, tilting his head. You scowled, gripping his forearms, "Fuck," you hissed, thrashing around. Seungmin blinked, noticing a familiar flicker in the light, it was your necklace. The one and only necklace he gifted the love of his life. You stole the necklace that belonged to the love of his life. Seungmin snatched the neck and held it in front of you, "How did you get this?" he said, his voice oddly cold. You frowned, feeling a shiver go down your spine, "My darling gave it to me," you grunted, trying to get it back. Seungmin held it higher, "That can't be because it's one of a kind. When did you fucking steal it?" he exclaimed, gripping your shoulder tighter.

You clenched your jaw and slipped out of his hold, "I didn't steal it, asshole. It's mine!" you growled, trying to snatch it back from his hands. Seungmin cracked the joints in his neck and stared you down, "You're lying. You have to be," he said, tugging your mask. You gasped when he pulled it off, it was against both neutrality to force the removal of their masks. Seungmin's heart sank, "Sweetheart?" he whispered, dropping the necklace. You clutched the necklace as it dropped, "Puppy?" you whispered, staring up at him with a heavy heart. Seungmin removed his mask and cupped your cheeks, "What have I done?" he whispered, wiping the blood dripping down your lips. You gulped, not knowing how to react. Seungmin placed his mask and yours back on, "We're going home," his voice, lacking the usual warmth it held. You yelped when he carried you over his shoulder, "Sky, I'm not fatally injured!" you exclaimed, hitting his back. Seungmin bit his tongue, "I don't care," he said, carrying you straight home.

NSFW BELOW CUT

"When were you going to tell me, hm?" he said, thrusting his hips at an abnormally fast pace. You screamed into the pillow, your body twitching from the never-ending pleasure. Seungmin growled, tugging your hair, "When?" he gritted, bucking his hips deep and thorough as his pelvis smacked against your plush ass. You sobbed, pliantly taking everything he gave, "Never. I would've, fuck take taken it to my hah, ah grave," you babbled, sniffling at the guilt and pleasure etching in your heart. Seungmin exhaled deeply, he released his grip on your hair and held your waist tight, "Fucking idiot. Have you ever thought how I would feel holding your limp body? Have you ever imagined me pulling off your damn mask and feeling my heart shatter? Have you!" he growled, leaning over you and pounded your fluttering ribbed hole.

You shook your head and sobbed, "I didn't! I didn't know you were Sky. I didn't imagine it would be you," you wailed, clawing the bed sheets. Seungmin prone boned hour hole, his girthy throbbing cock stretching you out, "I would've died with you, sweetheart," he said, silent tears dripping down his cheeks. You hiccuped, clenching hard around his cock, "I would've too," you sniffled, looking at him over your shoulder. Seungmin pulled himself out, drawing a broken whimper from you, "I know, sweetheart. Just, just let me see you," he whispered, flipping you over. You sniffled, staring up at him, "Seungmin," you hiccuped, spreading apart your hole.

Seungmin leaned over you, his cockhead aligned with your needy aching hole, "You're mine, love. Your body is mine," he growled, thrusting his cock to the hilt. "Hic," you hiccuped, wrapping your legs around his waist. Seungmin cupped your face, "No, no sweetheart. I needed to feel you deeper. I'm going to put you in a mating press even if you can't get pregnant. That sensitive bundle of nerves in your tight fucking hole will be swollen when I'm done with you," he growled, squatting on top of you as he pressed your legs to your chest. You choked on your breath, "Too deep," you gasped, arching your back. Seungmin hissed as your searing warm hole clenched hard around his cock, "Fucking hell, love. You're puffy hole is as good as ruined," he groaned, picking up a merciless pace. You screamed into his chest, his throbbing cockhead kept pounding against your sweet spot. Broken babbles and sobs split from your lips, "Cumming, cumming. Hah! Ah!" you cried, your eyes rolled back from your intense orgasm.

Seungmin growled, ejaculating deep within your hole in tandem, "Yes, yes, fuck. Take my fucking cum, sweetheart. Take it," he grunted, pumping his full load. You melted when his lips met yours. "Mmh, pretty love. I love you so fucking much," Seungmin rasped, kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, "I love you too," you sniffled, giving into his kisses. Seungmin pulled away and began thrusting his hips in and out, "Round two, sweetheart," he chuckled, seeing your body quiver from overstimulation. You groaned, arching your back, "Can't. Too much," you cried, trying to kick him off. Seungmin pulled your legs over his shoulders and kissed your calves, "I'm not letting go until you have my baby. I don't care if you're screaming, crying, telling me you can't get physically pregnant. I'm going to pound your fucking hole with every single drop of my cum until it takes," he growled, bucking his hips with the primal need to claim you as his.

"Even if you're a man I'll make you my pregnant little love,"

"Even if you're on birth control, I'll make sure it fucking sticks, sweetheart"

[inkykeiji]

Sukuna def calls you princess if he decides you belong to him. <3

oh absolutely, and it’s a term he uses both condescendingly and lovingly. he is the king of curses, after all. it’s only natural you’re his princess.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, master kink, rough sex, marking, toxic relationship, mention of spanking, fem!reader words: 738

you’re his stupid little princess when you do or say something so adorably dumb, gazing up at him with absolute idiocy smeared across your face, contorting your features—mouth open and downturned, brow scrunched and heavy—as you whimper out but Daddy, why?, head quirked cutely to the side and confusion reflected in your eyes. because i said so, he usually responds with a condescending little pat to your head. oh, you don’t have to worry your pretty little brain about any of that, princess, he promises you. Daddy will take care of it all, Daddy will do all of that pesky thinking and contemplating and deciding; you don’t have to think about a goddamn thing. 

you’re his pathetic little princess when you’re sobbing after being split open by his cock and spanked raw by his hand, face buried in folded arms as salt stains your cheeks and claws pierce your hips, holding you high, holding you still. is your Master’s cock too big for you, princess?  he’s murmuring in your ear, the words hot and breathy as they curl around the shell, his question infused with a smirk. does Daddy’s cock hurt you, princess? he’s cooing out, sick and sadistic and sardonic, against the back of your neck, forehead pressed flush to the base of your skull as his hips pound, cockhead ramming against your sensitive cervix. can you take it for me, princess? he’s laughing as he nuzzles his nose against the hinge of your jaw, placing a chaste kiss to the bone. he wants you to show him how well you can take it for him; he wants to watch the way your sweet lil cunt struggles and stretches and swallows his girth. 

you’re his pouty little princess when you don’t get what you want, when he doesn’t give you what you want, eyes glittering with a thick coat of tears and lip jutted out in a trembling scowl, so deep it crinkles your forehead and puckers your chin. aw, is the poor little princess going to cry? he coos out through his own over-exaggerated pout, brow warped with false worry. is she going to stomp her feet and throw a fit because she isn’t getting her way? he kind of hopes you do, you can tell, can see it glimmering bright and sharp in his eyes, a sort of exhilarated anticipation that begs you to take on his challenge; go on, give him a reason to punish, make his fucking day, baby.

you’re his precious little princess when you stare up at him with adoring eyes, awestruck and shimmering with stars, and murmur out about how much you love him, delicate little fingers tracing his markings in clumsy caresses. the words are melty with affection, gooey and thick with spit as they dribble from your lips after he’s fucked you past the point of lucidity, mind turned to pleasant pink mush under immense pleasure and immaculate pain, body gone pliable and painted in strokes of him—ragged lines of red, blooming blotches of blue, purplish indents carved so deeply into your flesh that they’ll never fully heal, the tiny craters overflowing with sticky crimson. i love you too, princess, he tells you, the words quivering with quiet sincerity even as a sour sickness twists behind his sternum, true and real even as they are unfamiliar and unnatural.

you’re his pretty little princess when you giggle and twirl and strut for him after every single shopping trip, putting on a little fashion show and modelling all of the luxurious lingerie he bought you, lace clinging daintily to supple flesh, silk straps curling lovingly around all of your curves and edges, pieces encrusted with jewels and sparkles that catch on the light as you twist and turn for him. unblinking eyes watch you with a sort of conscientiousness, pupils blown huge and gaping, pitch black and ready to swallow you whole in a single glance. a smirk smears across his face, lopsided, leaning to the left and steadily spreading, as he relaxes back into his favourite armchair, thighs spread wide and a crystal glass of sweating amber dangling from his fingertips. c’mere, pretty princess, he demands gently when he can hardly take it anymore, when you’ve tried on several sets, when his smirk has grown into a grin and his cock is starting to ache, a large palm patting thick muscles. come give me a kiss.

[brainddeadd]

Enemies to Lovers?

Jack Hughes and you are exes. Exes who cannot stand each other. So what happens when you happen to both be at the bar and a guy won’t leave you alone?

Unwanted Attention

The bar was packed, the bass of the music vibrating through the floor as laughter and chatter filled the air. You leaned against the counter, nursing a drink and trying to drown out the noise with your thoughts. It had been a long week, and the last thing you wanted was to run into him tonight.

Jack Hughes. Your ex. The guy who made your heart race and then shattered it into a million pieces. You’d both tried to act like it was all fine, like the breakup hadn’t left a crater-sized hole in your life, but the tension whenever you were in the same room was palpable. You thought you could avoid him tonight, but the universe had other plans.

“Hey there, beautiful,” a guy slurred, sidling up to you. He was tall and had that cocky grin that made you cringe. You glanced at him, hoping he’d get the hint and walk away.

“Not interested,” you replied flatly, turning back to your drink.

But he leaned in closer, undeterred. “C’mon, don’t be like that. Let me buy you a drink.”

You were about to tell him off when a voice cut through the noise, smooth and confident. “She said she’s not interested. Back off, man.”

You turned to see Jack standing there, arms crossed and eyes narrowed at the guy. He looked infuriatingly handsome, his dark hair slightly messy and his jaw set in that stubborn way you used to find adorable. You felt a mix of irritation and something else entirely.

“Jack, I don’t need your help,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I can handle myself.”

“I can see that,” he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm, “but clearly, he can’t.”

The guy scoffed, sizing Jack up. “And who the hell are you?”

“Someone who doesn’t want to watch you make a fool of yourself,” Jack shot back, stepping closer, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air.

The guy hesitated, glancing between you and Jack before finally retreating, muttering under his breath as he walked away.

“Thanks for the rescue, but I didn’t ask for it,” you snapped, irritation flaring. You didn’t want to be grateful to him.

“Looked like you needed it,” Jack replied, unfazed. “You should’ve just told him to leave you alone.”

“I did!” you countered, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “But it’s not like you care.”

Jack let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I might not care about you, but I don’t want to see you get harassed. You’re still—”

“Still what?” you interrupted, eyes narrowing. “Still your ex? Still someone you can just swoop in and act like a hero?”

He leaned closer, the tension between you thickening the air. “You know I never meant to hurt you. We’re both just… stubborn.”

You stared at him, heart pounding. The memories of your time together flickered through your mind—the laughter, the passion, the arguments that felt more like sparks than fights. “Stubborn? You’re the one who decided to break up with me.”

“And you’re the one who swore I’d never hear from you again,” he shot back, his voice low and intense.

The moment hung in the air, and for a brief second, you both stood there, the noise of the bar fading into the background. You were acutely aware of how close he was, how his presence sent a shiver down your spine.

Just then, the guy returned, seemingly undeterred by Jack's previous intervention. “What’s going on here? I thought you were just some nobody.”

Before you could react, Jack stepped in front of you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Why don’t you take a good look? I’m definitely not a nobody.”

You couldn’t help but feel a surge of adrenaline at Jack’s sudden confidence. Maybe you weren’t done with him just yet. “You should probably just leave before I report you to security,” you added, your voice steady despite the rush of emotions inside you.

The guy, realizing he was outmatched, huffed and turned away, muttering something under his breath as he left. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Well, that was… something,” Jack said, turning back to you, an eyebrow raised. “Guess you can handle yourself after all.”

“Thanks for the assist,” you said, your tone softening slightly. “But really, I didn’t need you to swoop in and play the knight.”

Jack shrugged, a grin breaking across his face. “Just looking out for you. Maybe I’m not as bad as you think.”

“Maybe,” you said, the tension between you both shifting, transforming into something more electric. “But I still don’t like you.”

“Good thing I like a challenge,” Jack replied, his eyes glinting with mischief.

In that moment, you both knew that while the past was still there, it didn’t have to define your future. And maybe, just maybe, you could find a way back to each other, even if it started with a little rivalry.

[theoawilde]

Prompt #19

The villain was, impossibly, standing in her kitchen. It had been almost five years since she’d last seen him, and even his appearance in her nightmares had almost faded by now. Not that it mattered much; there was always a steady supply of lesser villains to fill the void.

But here he was again, a spectre looming from the past, and examining her wilted succulents.

The hero swallowed, mouth dry. She’d almost forgotten this feeling, but now it rushed back to her in vivid technicolor: the tightness in her chest, the icy trickle down her spine, the taut anticipation of something horrible looming.

“You’re dead,” she whispered.

He turned his head to face her, blinking slowly, lazily. His hair was coiffed elegantly, and she really had forgotten the crinkling at the corners of his eyes.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” the hero said again, louder, as if saying it would make it more real.

“Funny thing, that.” The villain unlinked his hands from behind his back, turning more fully so she could see his other eye. Well, other socket. The crater stood out in sharp relief against the slim, elegant features, ragged edges eating at the top of his cheekbone. “I am.”

Horribly, a lump welled up in the hero’s throat, sticking against her adam’s apple. She blinked harshly, and laced her fingers behind her in a mirror of his to avoid reaching out. “Necromancy?”

The villain huffed a laugh once, dry, humorless. “No.” He flexed his fingers, staring through them. His skin was gauzy, transparent enough to see the blurry shapes through them. “Not undead either, I’m afraid.”

She watched him as he pushed back his hair reflexively, a strand of it flopping back over the socket. “And you’re here for, erm… revenge?”

“Oh!” The villain really did laugh at this, bright and thin. “I deserve that, don’t I? No, I’m just… tidying up some final business. Before I enter the Beyond for good. And you’re last on the list.” His brow creased subtly, on the side where it still had muscle. “Suppose I’ve been putting this off.” 

He stepped closer, and her hand inched closer to the knife block, but he didn’t break from her gaze. “There’s good out there.”

She didn’t know what her face did, but it certainly made his lip twitch. “What?”

“There’s good,” he repeated. “What you do–what I did, everyone is fighting for something until it becomes possible to drown in an ocean of hopelessness.” He glanced out the window, and wistful longing crossed his face. “But there’s good out there, too. People lending each other umbrellas and making each other soup. I forgot that.” 

His eye fixed back on her. “You’re starting to forget that, too. So I’m here to tell you. Don’t.”

The corner of his mouth tilted up, wry, apologetic, and he turned his head to look back out the window.

Then she was staring at the kitchen window, as though he had never been there at all. 

Her breath was ragged, and she turned her head from side to side, but found only the rack of mugs and wilted succulents in the window. Gripping the edge of the counter, she pressed her hand to her forehead. “I’m going insane,” she mumbled.

When she looked up, on her seldom-used stove, there was a pot of chicken noodle soup.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hi luv! May I req for Leo falling for a mischievous (cat-like personality) demigo (maybe ares, idk) after she beats him while sparring so he continuously asks her to spar just to spend more time together (and maybe she knows it and just plays along, maybe tells him she’ll go on a date with him once he beats her?). Idk this was just an idea, thought I got. Do not feel pressured or anything obvs!

Heya this has been in my inbox for a while and I finally got a good idea lol cause I don't wanna be posting half assed WIP's. [this is also combined with a request for Leo Valdez x daughter of Athena reader I got a while ago btw]

Enjoy <3

love is stronger then everything [except Clarrise, of course] ---Leo V x Daughter of Athena reader

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Leo was a mastermind. 

Like, obviously you were the daughter of Athena, but he was the one behind it all. He was just… so smart.  It was unbelievable sometimes. Not to be big headed or anything, he was just the most intelligent person in the room.

Well, in this scenario, it wasn’t the room, it was the arena. And that’s about where his cunning brain cells decided to sit on the bench and do their nails with Piper. 

He’d tell them off later, if he ever survived the sharp eyed sharp edged girl in front of him who was somehow holding a war axe made of solid imperial gold over her shoulder like it was nothing. The sight of your arms distracted him of his incoming death momentarily, but then you just had to open your mouth. “

“Valdez, are you gonna spar with me, or was the six step official challenge at breakfast with a disco ball and three tonnes of strawberries for nothing?” 

“Four tonnes, actually,” he managed to squeak out, and then shifted his grip on the sword he’d borrowed from Jake, who’d only laughed in his face when Leo told him he’d challenged you.

Judging by the way you fiddled with your camp beads necklace and then swung the smooth golden axe stained with something remarkably similar to human blood, Jake was right. Leo gulped and stepped back, ready to scramble out of the way and clang his too big sword against the edges of the axe he only just realized were sharp enough to cut through bone. 

You seemed to pity him as well, which Leo didn’t appreciate, but at least you gave him a few extra seconds to scramble out of the way.

A moment later there was sand in his eyes churned up by your sneakers, the ones with little green string snakes as laces. He vaguely remembered snakes being a symbol of Athena, only that thought was scrapped when he had to step back to avoid having his skull split in half. 

Piper cheered sarcastically and passed Jason a leftover strawberry from this morning’s events. 

You spun around and the axe made a crater in the sawdust covered ground. Leo turned and half heartedly swung his hammer at your shoulder, but you dipped back and knocked it out of his hands in less then a second, leaving him defenseless. 

Leo launched himself backwards and felt his shoe skid on the ground, sawdust billowing up into his vision as gravity decided to ruin his day, and his dignity. 

He was contemplating just falling asleep right then and there, when a gray sliver appeared in front of him. He had to cross his eyes to identify the metal poking his nose as the tip of your war axe. Leo just got comfy on the ground, resting his hands beneath his head as you glared. 

Apparently you weren’t satisfied with the early defeat, gray eyes narrowed as you snapped. “What on Olympus was that, Valdez?”

“Me fighting?” He asked hopefully, squinting up as the sun angled itself behind you. He brushed away the thought that it made you look a bit like an angel, despite the frown on your face and the weapon at his throat. 

“Well you aren’t any good at it, so don’t bother,” you said, hooking the axe over your shoulder and marching off. “I have to go help Beth with the capture the flag plans.”

Leo huffed, blowing a strand of his curly brown hair out of his face and grinning up at the roof, which swirled a little. He might’ve bumped his head a little too hard, now that he thought about it. 

Then another face swam in front of him and Piper popped a bubble that smelt vaguely of grapes. She looked towards where you’d disappeared out the arena’s swinging double doors. “What in the ever loving fucknuggets was that, Valdez?”

“I liked their version better,” Leo grumbled, and sat up slowly, feeling his bones groan internally at him. “And it’s not my fault their fit. And strong. ANd have a huge weapon. And pretty eyes. And-”

“And a nice ass?” 

“Yep, especially in those camo pan- why are you looking at their ass?” Leo asked suspiciously. Taking a hand from Piper to get up properly. He stretched his arms above his head and tried to stop thinking about your butt. It didn’t really work very well, and then his thoughts skipped along to your thighs and the really cool scar along one and he missed half of what Jason was saying in between the smile he was trying to hide. 

That didn’t matter very much though, because Leo was struck with the best idea in the history of children born of the literal ideas god. Well, maybe that was Athena, not Hephestus, but your parents were a problem for later. Way later. Like when you’d decided Leo was more than just a rock stuck in your shoe.  

That was something he could work on though. 

He just had to impress you so much that you’d agree to go out with him. Building something cool would be the immediate option, but he built cool things everyday. It wasn’t easy, per-say, but it wasn’t a date-worthy achievement.  

Piper snapped her fingers in front of his face and Leo jerked his head back, “huh? Sorry I was just thinking…”

“About what? Finally giving up on-”

“Imma single handedly win capture the flag!”

»»————-　★　————-««

You handed out the last of the helmets, blue plumes dotting the crowd of demigods jostling around and yelling about lice and how their butterfly clips wouldn’t fit underneath the bronze. 

You chose to ignore those ones and turned back to the little canvas tent someone had dragged out from Bunker 9 to set up base in, even though it couldn’t be used during the actual game. You weren’t actually sure what the point of it was, but Clarrise deemed it necessary, and you decided not to argue with her, in the interest of living.

The Athena cabin had managed to swoop in and ally with the Ares cabin before Connor got there, so you managed to rein in the help of Butch and his siblings [which meant that the Red team would have quite a few problems involving pegasi droppings in the hours to come], the two twins of Nike, the Dionysus and Hebe kids, as well as the smattering of Aphrodite kids that were ready to get blood under their perfectly done nails. A few of them seemed too happy about that prospect, but Drew had heart shaped arrows and Charmspeak, so you ignored the fact Lacey was singing about chopping off heads. 

Annabeth propped her sneakers up on the table, smudging mud on the map of the forest as she did so, to tie up her laces. “So, we’ve got puddles of pegasi shit under the leaves, I asked Holly and Laurel who could make the most nets so we’ll have enough to trap most of the Hermes cabin under by the time we start, and then Clarrise and her lot can just heavily maim the rest.”

“Nice,” you noted, and pushed the coloured pins for each demigod wiping blue warpaint across their cheeks around the map to their places. “We’re against Will’s dickwits, so they’ll do that thing and keep the sun behind them to blind everyone on our team.”

Annabeth fiddled with her camp necklace and glared at the map. “ And what are we supposed to do to counter that? Ask Apollo to take the day off??

“Start handing out sunglasses.”

Someone dragged a bucking gray pegasi through the opening to the canvas tent and chaos broke out, Butch yelling orders at a group of Dionysus kids who began feeding the freaked out mare shiraz. 

You turned away before you were lumped with the task of dealing with them, and reached for your axe. A sticky note fell off, the yellow paper floating to the ground. 

Hi hi so if i win capture the flag by myself then will you go out with me also i cant ask you this in person because jasons teaching me how to use a sword and im about to run out of sticky note and now ive forgotten what i was trying to say

The note ended there, and you frowned, trying to ignore the twitch at your lips when you turned the greasy crinkled paper over. 

right yeah this is leo by the way you probably already figured that out cause no one else is smart enough to beat all of camp to go out with you the flying horse distraction was my idea too by the way im a genius you should definitely go out with me okay now im out of pa

“Who’s the person?”

You nearly decapitated Drew in that moment. You lowered your axe and shoved the note in the back of your pocket that you only just remembered wasn’t there, courtesy of the armor you’d donned. “What are you talking about?”

“The love note,” she insisted with a curious smirk, lipgloss shining. “They sounded pretty excited and now you’re making that face oh my god you actually like them back!” 

“Do not!” You snapped back, tightening your shoulder guard and hefting your bloodied axe over you shoulder. The pegasi was led out of the tent as you shooed Drew in the same direction. “Now go back to your station, we’re starting in five.”

She squinted at you for a second, then her eyes widened as he jaw dropped. “Leo!”

You blinked, wrinkling your nose. “Okay how did you even-”

“Seeya later!” Drew called over her shoulder, skipping away with Butch to find her section of the woods to patrol, her assigned heart shaped sunglasses slipping down her nose. 

You narrowed your eyes at her retreating figure, but then one of Clarisse's sisters was wondering if the no killing rule had changed in the last four minutes and you were promptly distracted. 

»»————-　★　————-««

“Why don’t you just run along there and turn Travis into a toddler for me?” You asked a son of Hebe who nodded solemnly and disappeared into the trees. Light dappled the leaves on the ground and once you’d ordered around the rest of the soldiers in training, the bellowing horn sounded. 

A tense silence filled the woods, no one daring to make the first move and startle the spies out of their trees and the runners from their starting places. You pushed the cat eyed sunglasses up your nose and adjusted your sweaty grip on the axe, which must have weighed as much as the Hebe boy you’d just sent on his way. 

Blue streaked the sky behind the clouds, but the blue you were concerned about fluttered peacefully in the wind from where the flag had been nestled in Zeus’s fist. 

From what you’d planned, the Nike twins should be hiding in the two pine trees in font of you that had grown on either side of the track you knew the red team would take, nets between them ready to trap the enemy. Drew was placed behind you with her bow and arrows, ready to take down anyone that made it past Holly and Laurel. 

And if the lucky little fucker made it any further, you had your axe ready.

The rest of your team, save the Ares kids bordering the river, who were ready to maim but not kill, were causing a distraction that included a lot of grapevines and a reenactment of the Hamilton Musical [the second half was to be acted out at the campfire later that night]. It was sure to distract the Apollo cabin while  Annabeth donned her blue Yankees hat and snuck through. 

The only way it could go wrong at this point, is if a certain fluffy haired pointy eared son of Hephestus went through with his sticky note proposition and burned down the entire woods. 

Considering the fact he’d challenged you to a duel four times this week, you wouldn’t be surprised. Not that you minded. His concentrating face was sort of cute, especially when he stuck his tongue out a little and that time you’d pinned him to the sawdust covered ground you’d realized he actually had a few little freckles along his nose. 

And he really liked strawberries. That you could admire. 

Okay, maybe you looked forward to whatever proposition he’d set up at breakfast each day, but it mainly had to do with the presents. And definitely not that grin he’d get when you agreed.

If he won this game of capture the flag, which was impossible for one demigod anyway, and you did go out with him, you’d get to see that smile times one thousand. It sort of made you want him to win.

Then you shook the thought from your helmet cladden head. Your team was going to win this, and you’d stab Leo yourself to do so. 

Lightly, though. 

He still had that crackly laugh you could place from across the dining pavilion, you couldn’t kill him. It made your brain melt for a moment, which wasn’t something a daughter of Athena needed. But, he was a certified genius. Maybe that would even it out. 

»»————-　★　————-««

“Where the fuck is Drew?” You yelled into the forest around you, but only the crickets and startled squawking birds answered. Metal clanged and the crickets were silenced when your Axe thudded against a tree, handle first. 

Austin smirked, and his bow knocked into your shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise you could already feel forming. 

You ducked another blow and stumbled back, stumbling a tight ring around the sun of Apollo to get back to your weapon, glancing around the clearing as you did so. Holly and Laurel were nowhere to be seen, and there were certainly no nets to help you out in the one on one ambush. 

You’d been waiting around for some action when suddenly there was a lot but still not enough, because apparently everyone on the blue team had decided they’d rather fall asleep in their stations than help you. Even without them you could hold up your own, grabbing your axe and swinging it around at Austin when he came back for seconds. The arrow in his hand seemed less scary once his bow was in two splintered pieces at your feet.

He stepped back, face falling, and the daisies crushed underfoot sprung back into their slightly crumpled places when he backed away properly, turning to where the blue flag was still untouched on the top of Zeus’s fist. 

You paused, lowering the axe in confusion once he called out to nothing, “Oi! Move it loverboy, I’m running out of time!” 

Then you froze, because of course somehow, against all odds, a panting Leo was clambering up the highest point with the red flag in one tightly closed hand and a second later he was holding the blue one above his head victoriously as well, a stupidly wide grin on his cute face. 

He let out a yelp as pebbles began to slide around his feet but then you couldn’t see him anymore, pushed to the back of the crowd by a stampede of yelling demigods brandishing weapons.

It took you a second to realize they were cheers and not war cries [the difference was hard to make out most of the time], so you weaved through some Hermes kids who were chatting animatedly and a Demeter girl with a stump where her arm had been. Will rushed along behind you to her side once you’d gotten past both teams of the now over capture the flag game. 

“What the fuck is this?” You yelled up at Leo, who sent you a double thumbs up and then began hopping down the pile of boulders, the flags now held with his crooked teeth.

You squinted up at him, watching his green army jacket get caught on an overhanging branch and then when he jumped down finally, you were there to cross your arms and glare at him.

“Sup?” he smirked, holding his hands behind his back and rocking on his feet. “Did you get my note?”

Apparently he guessed your answer through your facial expression and then held up the flags like an offering. You ignored a fatal sounding screech from an Aphrodite boy in the distance as Leo chewed his lip. “So…. I won!” 

“And how, exactly?” 

Leo glanced to the side, and you followed his gaze to a smirking daughter of Aphrodite, who’s hoop earrings shined with blood that definitely wasn’t hers, judging from Drew’s satisfied expression. He then pulled out another crumpled up sticky note from his jacket, which was stained with something dark. He read out in a stilted tone, “I have to make a flamethrower, a chariot with poison shooting arrows, a two real life hoverboards, about thirty pairs of water, lava, and acid proof headphones, and a few jetpacks.”

“Right,” you muttered, tilting your head at Leo.

 He blinked obliviously at you and tucked away his extensive list, probably not able to hear you speak over the yelling crowds that bustled around carrying bandages and broken weapons, already busying themselves with the aftermath of the set up blood-bath.  

“It was worth it,” he shrugged, “but I’ll be stuck in bunker nine for the rest of the my life.”

“Maybe you can take a day off.” You unfolded your arms, resigned to the fact all of Camp Halfblood was about to witness this. Then you stepped forwards a little and leant in to whisper in his pointed ear. “...Y’know, for our date.” 

Leo blinked.

“Someone get the Leo extinguisher!” A Hebe kid yelled, and there was a general uproar of chaos from everyone but you weren’t really paying attention because Leo had patted down his flaming torso quickly, only that didn’t change the color of his face back to normal.

He narrowed his eyes, but the grin had never faded and you could see his fingers tapping along his thighs a thousand miles an hour. “You serious?”  

You nodded.

“DID YA HEAR THAT?” He yelled at the crowd of teenagers, cupping his mouth with a scarred hand, “I GOT A HOT DATE YALL!” 

“Don’t make me regret it,” you muttered back, rolling your eyes, but when Leo smiled up at you you knew you’d never regret it, so instead you just smiled back, shoving your hands in your pockets while Piper started screaming from Jason’s shoulders. 

Leo clapped his hands eagerly, “great, now you gotta carry me.”

“That’s cringe.”

“I’m being serious,” he said and held his arms up so you could grab him bridal style. You paused for a moment and then resigned yourself to the fact this might be the rest of your life. It wasn’t too bad, you realized, when Leo wrapped his arms around your neck and pointed in the direction of Will triumphantly. “Forward, sexy steed!” 

“One, if you ever call me that again, I will literally throw you off a cliff, and two, why do we have to get to WIll?” You asked as you carried him through the crowd in the direction of the stressed out blonde anyway.

“Cause Clarrise stabbed me in exchange for letting me win.”

»»————-　★　————-««

[st6rly]

you can run but you can’t hide.

SYNOPSIS: i’m gonna make you mine (or in other words, a game of chess with ayato.) | word count: 0.7k

characters: ayato x gn!reader

categories: fluff, ig slight angst, scenario

warnings: the banter could be considered slightly suggestive?? chess terminology that may be inaccurate, threats of violence as a joke, one swear, ayato is a little bit of an ass (read my notes!)

notes: title is from a song, not someone’s elemental burst btw. forever a hater of the fact that hoyo boiled down ayato’s personality to liking boba, being ayaka’s brother + head commissioner, and politeness. we’re giving him banter and snark bc i said so /hj

surprise @aquatik !! i’m your secret santa >:DD im a little rusty when it comes to writing TwT and this fic style is kind of different from my usual so!! i hope you enjoy this fic & my interpretation of him heh. and have a happy holiday!!

You wanted to strangle him.

Tension was laced through the air, a fine weaving of intricate ribbon that wrapped around your shoulders and settled softly, but not unnoticeably. A featherlight weight that demanded acknowledgement. The white knight in front of you was mocking, horse head positioned carefully to swipe your bishop with no way of getting out of it. 

Ayato watched on in glee. A delicate smirk laid out on his refined face.  

With a sigh, you continued to mull over your painstaking next move. His pieces had begun to dominate your side of the board with a few of yours off to the side by his arm. Ayato laced his fingers together, rested his chin on the back of his hands, and huffed in amusement. 

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m just not going to take my turn,” you remarked with a  scowl, glaring at him from across the table. He cocked his head, expression not wavering. 

“Like what?” 

“Like you’ve already won,” you stated, looking back down at the pieces still on the board, “like you’ve already beat me before this is even over.” 

“But,” a gloved finger came to rest on his chin as he cheerfully quipped back, “haven't I?” 

“This game is not over until one of us officially knocks down the opponent’s king.” You moved a pawn. D5. 

“Are you sure?” White pawn C4. 

“Positive.” Your pawn to C4. Queen’s Gambit accepted. His piece sat off the board to your right. 

“You know.” His knight took your bishop; your queen took his knight. “I have told you that I was a master at this, darling.” 

“Master at what?” You opened up your last bishop. “Running your mouth?” A flimsy checkmate was secured. 

Ayato laughed, a hearty sound that came from deep in his chest and frothed in his throat when it reached the top. 

“It’s wonderful playing with you, my love, you know that?” 

“No,” you felt the beginnings of a smile appear as you spoke, “I don’t. Please tell me more.” 

His queen was gone but so were both of your knights. Yet he still grinned.

“Oops.” Rooks cornered your king despite the placement of your queen, effectively pushing the useless royal to the corner. Ayato smiled, eyes closed as he folded his hands neatly in his lap.

“Checkmate.” 

You scoured the board, looking for a brief slip up on his end, for any open area, before sighing, “Good game, love.” 

“An excellent one indeed.” His eyes alight with mirth and tease foretold what he was about to say next. “Although, maybe practicing with someone more of your caliber may do you some good.”

The small kingdom shook and chess pieces fell, rooks and queens rolling off the table as both kings toppled. 

Slammed in the centre, a crater in the checkered pattern, was your hand. Chair shoved back, you had abruptly stood and scraped the furniture against dark wood. Ayato raised his sight up a slight amount, cheekiness in his giggles while you glowered back. He stood, gaze locked with yours as he leaned in. 

Before a single new word could fall from his lips, you had pulled him by the soft material of his robe, fabric melting under your touch. 

“I was trying to be nice,” you grumbled. From outer eyes, anyone could have mistaken it for utter hatred. Between the two of you, the venom was neutral; Ayato wouldn’t find real malice behind the things you said. 

“As was I.” 

“I fear for the officials you meet on a daily basis if this is your ‘nice’.” 

His smile fell, not from his face or in the way those games that laid about on the floor, but into something softer; warm and homey. He placed a hand over the one clutched to his clothing. 

“It’s a good thing it’s the holiday season then, isn’t it?” He bumped his forehead against yours over the table, position awkward yet he made do. “Means I’m all yours.” 

You faked annoyance, a roll of the eyes followed by a scoff, but the smile that threatened to split your face said it all. 

“Oh poor me. However will I manage?” You replied before tugging and locking your lips with his. 

[peachcitt]

we're sitting under the stars on my best friend's balcony,

and everyone but us have gone in for the night. I've just told you, hazy and drunk, that my astrology app feeds me bullshit every day, and sometimes I'm weak enough to believe it. But most of the time it's bullshit.

I don't know why I told you - to you, the stars are lifeblood, or at least a personality gauge based on spinning planets and hair size. "Leos are known for their big hair," you'd said, maybe only a few hours prior. I can't remember why I chose that bone to pick - I think I've reached a barrel-scraping desperation where I feel the need to assert, over and over again, that 'I defy you, stars!' even though it would be much easier to say that mercury in retrograde may be causing my acute depression.

You pull up your astrology app. We're friends on there, and I think I remember checking our compatibility and feeling drawn to the sex & love section, but that would be ridiculous. There's something in the bullshit my astrology app fed to me that I read out loud in drunken amusement that resonated with who I am in your eyes, sitting in front of you under the stars. Your app tells you that you might experience a big change when the sun comes up, that you'll have to reach for it with both hands, and I see your eyes flick over to me.

There's a defense mechanism that locks in, underneath my skin, that acts as a human deterrent. I look at my best friend and there is something primal and soft that begs to lean my body against her and touch her with a casual intimate care. But when she laced her fingers with mine, pushing up against my stiff palm like digging through stone, I had to look away. She knelt down by her puppy and took my hand in hers, pressing my knuckles to her forehead to show her puppy that I am safe, that I can be trusted, but the little creature watched me like a sentinel behind my best friend's back, wary and right.

I think I told you it might be bullshit; I can only remember myself contrary in the string lights. You insisted that it could be true. "What if everything changes," you said, "what if it's right and today" - we were far past midnight - "and today the-"

"The world ends?" I finished for you.

I don't think that's what you wanted to hear, the careless laughing way I said it. I stared at the back of my best friend's house today, hours after you left, and I thought about fate. I bent over backwards and stared up at the stars, framed by the staircase up to the porch we sat. The world didn't end, nor did it change substantially, and I'll admit I didn't want either. I want to stay the same forever, but the goddamn stars keep moving.

I've played this game before, and I've been the one to lose every time. I'd like to say I'm a good sport, but there's only so many hits you can take before it starts getting personal, and I'm afraid my jagged edges are sharpening in preparation. I can't let you be another meteorite I strain every muscle to push to the top of the hill only to fall back in the same bloody crater. You have to understand; where you see fate in the stars, glinting just for you, all I can see is apocalypse.

(28 August 2023, 3:26 am)

[starwrighter]

I am not a baby!! (Yes you are)

(Ao3 link) (Masterpost) (Previous) (Next)

(Part six people!!!)

Batting away a pod of stalkers that didn't get the memo he wasn't food Duke sighed. Rarely persistent predators, normally all it would take to scare them away was a slap from his tail. But with all the chaos that'd happened in such a short time period, they were agitated, attacking him more frequently much to his dismay and his sibling's entertainment. His face heated as he felt laughter erupt into the bond.

"Are the stalkers okay?" Damian questioned demandingly.

"I- They're still trying to maul me?" He replied, taking a second to whack a stalker, its mouth wide open ready to attempt biting his tail off.

"I think a Mesmer wandered from one of the nearby cave systems," He proposed, shaking the attacking stalkers off of him and watching with bared teeth as the fish finally realized they bit off more than they could chew leaving. A Mesmer would explain the stalker's agitation, their hypnotism and eventual biting tended to tick a lot of creatures off.

"So the glow from earlier was just from a Mesmer...?" Dick questioned, disappointment flooding into the bond.

"It was about the size of a Mesmer... Maybe smaller?" Duke started, peaking into the egg from before, no sign of anything being inside at all. " I didn't get to look at it, I was too busy being mauled," Duke complained, turning to glower at a stalker lurking beside him.

"You don't seem very certain Duke," Dick began, "Did something happen?"

Duke froze, staring intently at one of the smooth crystal-like slabs glowing dimly from inside the egg. "Yeah, I heard one of the little noises from the...you know?" The babies carried these around with them, it would make a little noise. A string of little chirps and clicks, and the baby would panic most often dying soon after.

"I think it was from one of the dead ones,"

'one of the dead ones' god he felt disgusting just saying it. But that's all he really could say. None of them lived long enough for them to know anything about them. They couldn’t pin personality and preferences to any of them like they had before! None of this batch lived long enough to fight reapers or watch plants and animals with curious awe.

Dick’s silence was deafening, hope dying slowly. It was like being stabbed, Dick was the one who so desperately wanted a new baby sibling to come out of this tragedy.

“Hey, I-“

“Father wants you two to join him patrolling,” Damian interrupted.

“Aren’t Cass, Steph, and Tim already doing that?”

Damian scoffed, “They have their own territories to patrol Thomas” Damian snapped. “The hell hole was blocked off!”

“And that means…?” Duke questioned, trailing off as the younger scoffed.

“Any idiot with a brain could understand that means we have to watch for sea dragons,”

Terror settled in his stomach. “Those things are real?!” He screeched, gills flaring.

“Real and hungry. What do you think is going to happen when they no longer have a fresh supply of reapers to snack on?” Damian mused and Duke could almost see the sharp-toothed grin on the youngers face

“Well I’m hoping they start eating rocks instead but I’ve gotta feeling you’re going to tell me otherwise.”

“It’s going to wander through the lost river and eat everything in the crater that moves,” Damian warned.

“Damian quit scaring Duke," Dick chimed in exasperatedly.

" I'm not!" Damian protested.

"You quite clearly are, Baby fish!" Dick replied voice laced with faux authority.

"It's not my fault he asked a stupid question!"

"Wait..." He started, pushing himself off the ground, flicking his tail to glide through the kelp forests. " Are we or are we not going to be eaten by a sea dragon?"

"No Duke, they only need to eat large meals every so often,"

"If you see one outside the lava zones switch forms and swim away. We're faster, they won't see us as something worth chasing" Dick explained.

"Oh..." That was relieving, the amount of damage a sea dragon could potentially cause him was terrifying. Precursors had made the fatal mistake of messing with one and you don't exactly see any of them around anymore.

"Why does Bruce need us then?" Duke could almost hear the infuriated shriek from here.

"What part of precursor activity screams 'business as usual'?"

"Be nice you two," Dick warned. Duke shook his head, gliding his way toward the impact site.

"I think he's just bitter that he's the one who was tasked with watching the shallows" Duke teased, an uproar of laughter flooding the bond at Damian's offended squawk.

"At least I won't have to deal with the reapers!" Damian bragged

"You won't if you'd get your ass to the shallows Demon spawn," Jason piped up.

"Plenty of reapers in the dunes kid,"

"Snitch,"

"Slacker,"

Duke snickered as he slithered into the crash zone. Murky waters, from the massive amounts of sand yet to settle at the seabed. Chunks of metal littered the impact site an egg floating upside down yet not a trace left of the red blood that spilled into the ocean the other day. Reapers circled the site, teeth snapping at anything they saw.

A blur of red entered his peripherals, Jason used his horn to stab through a chunk of metal before launching it full force at a charging reaper. A loud snap as the metal hit its target shrapnel spray slicing into a shrieking reaper.

"These fuckers are getting bolder every single day," Jason laughs humorlessly. Mandibles snap, teeth gnash, reaper screaming louder and louder as it starts circling the two of them. "I almost miss the Sea dragon," Jason joked. A gnarled pinkish burn scar on his left side, dorsal fin torn off and smaller burns littering Jason's body told him he would never in fact "Miss the sea dragon,"

@ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @meira-3919 @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @hugsandchaos @blep-23 @zeldomnyo @bytheoldwillowtree @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart @starlightcat04 @stargazing-bookwyrm @pupstim

[perpetualfox]

I wanna chomp into his arm and tell him to flex !! Fill my whole mouth with him and make him have to pinch my nose to get me off. Take a bite off the extra meat packed onto his inner thigh before eating that mf out. Chomp chomp chomp

Bite Me - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Warnings: Biting, blood play, pain play, rough handling.

Wordcount:

All I can say for myself is this:

→You kneel before him, taking your place at his feet like it’s the easiest thing in the world—an act of submission devoid of shame; one he beholds in silent wonder from his perch at the edge of the bed. He looms above you, still mostly clothed, his back ramrod straight—a soldier even in moments of respite. The thick treads of his boots sink into the plush carpet, his laces still pulled tight through dented metal eyelets; thick cord knotted so tight it creaks against the dark leather. His belt lays across his lap—flayed open in seconds by eager fingers—the heavy buckle lost beneath the sharp curve of his hipbone. When you had asked, he’d pealed back his cargos, but they’d made it no closer to the floor than his knees, the thick material bunched up beneath them—a show of vulnerability, but on his own terms.

→You’d taken it for the gift it was.

→Stretching forward, you crane your neck to nuzzle against the pale expanse of his inner thigh. His gloves creak as his fists ball into the sheets, and a little thrill goes through you—to be given so much for so little…from Ghost it was as near a dazzling smile or an earnest admission of love as you had ever come. It was intoxicating. You turn your head, lips grazing a hot stripe along his flesh. He twitches beneath you as you mouth along the knotted ridge of an old scar. You know them well, the stories Simon wears on his skin—the kiss of a knife from Mexico, the crater carved out by a bulled he’d caught in Verdansk, the evenly spaced tears of Russian razor-wire—each more terrible than the last, each beheld with a reverence with which he is woefully unfamiliar. Something in his guts squirms with a feeling he cannot name each time you turn it on him—not quite shame, though it takes a similar shape. It’s a battle not to squirm with it.

→Your lips ghost across a smooth patch of flesh, and you pause. The unmarred skin is cool under the heat of your mouth. Your teeth scrape against the flat, untextured skin. Ghost does not move. Your eyes flick up to meet his, eyebrows raised, questioning. In the darkness, you can’t make out the soft brown of his irises; there is nothing but the fathomless black of his pupils, swallowing everything. He stares down at you from behind that expressionless mask. There is no trace of Simon in that stare, only Ghost, his eyes flat and dead. But he understands you all the same, and he nods, the barest tilt of his head; a movement you would have missed if you hadn’t been looking for it. A smile splits your lips as you stamp a final, open-mouthed kiss against his thigh before you crack open your jaw, and sink your teeth in.

→You go slow, allowing him to feel the press of each individual tooth; the slow transition from a bearable pressure to a deep ache as each curve and point burrows deeper into his pale flesh. The hard muscle tenses and jumps beneath you as you bear down on him. His breath catches in his throat, a sharp hiss clamped tight between his teeth. You feel the skin pucker as you bite down, the pressure moulding his flesh around your teeth. It welcomes the strange new shapes as best it can, until, at last, it can take no more, and it tears. Fat droplets of blood well up and pool in the indentations you’ve made—the copper tang of it salty and warm on your tongue.

→You try to pull back, to offer reprieve from the pain that has him gritting his teeth and shuddering beneath you, but a heavy gloved hand thumps down against the back of your neck. He guides you—almost pushing you back down, urging your teeth deeper into the meat of his thigh. There is nowhere else to go, so you let yourself go limp, allowing your head to loll to the side, tucking neatly into the ‘v’ of his hip.

→The swell of his cock bumps up against your cheekbone, warm, and thick—even through a layer of black cotton—and harder than it had any right to be. Shifting your weight, you lean into him, pressing the soft meat of your cheek into the heat of him. A cooing sound chirps to life at the back of your throat, and you smile around his thigh, revelling in the knowledge that this was your doing—revelling in the smell of him, thick and heavy; in the weight of him against your cheek; in the little grunts that catch between his teeth.

→You lock your jaw, and his hold only tightens, the grip pads of his gloves scraping rough against your flesh as his fingers dig into the side of your throat. His thumb brushes against your cheek, coming to rest just beneath the corner of your jaw, pressing up hard enough you’re sure to have a bruise in the morning. He’s trembling beneath you now, almost rocking up into your mouth, even as your bicuspids threaten to do their job and widen the holes you’ve already made in him.

→“Fuck, Lovie,” His voice, little more than a gruff whisper, barely pricks at your ears, “…could cum like this.”

→A shudder rattles through you, your jaw flexing against his thigh, your teeth scraping against wounded and oversensitive flesh, drawing a strangled groan from his throat. Fluid drips warm and wet down over your chin and throat—saliva or blood—you don’t care. Your world narrows to a single point, big enough only for Ghost: the heat of his slick flesh in your mouth and the desperate throb of his cock against your cheekbone.

→Could he really?

→The thought barely registers in your mind before you’re clenching down hard enough to feel something click in your jaw. Ghost makes a wounded sound, his body jerking beneath you as a warm wetness begins to spread against your cheek.

→The hand at the back of your neck goes slack, and you pull yourself back, dizzy and shuddering. Ghost’s chest heaves, his limbs gone boneless and jittery as the aftershocks have their way with him. As he slowly drifts back to himself, his fingers trail absently through the slick mess you’ve made of his thigh. Blood and saliva dribble down to stain the sheets between his legs. When at last he feels present in his body again, he reaches out swipes a droplet of blood from your chin with a broad thumb, “Messy fuckin’ thing you are, hey?”

→You nod dumbly, the tang of his blood still sitting thick on your tongue. He pats your cheek, heavy and slow. Your head lolls against his large palm, your eyes going half lidded, fluttering with each rough stroke of his fingers. “‘S all your fault, Lovie, innit?”

→You nod and quick as a viper, he takes you by the back of the neck and presses your face down against the cum-damp fabric of his boxers, “And this too.” It isn’t a question this time, but you nod anyway. You can feel his spend already beginning to cool as his hips kick up against the softness of your cheek. “That’s right. So be fuckin’ useful and clean it up for me.”

[apod]

2023 November 28

Ganymede from Juno Image Credit & Copyright: NASA/JPL-Caltech/SwRI/MSSS; Processing & License: Kevin M. Gill;

Explanation: What does the largest moon in the Solar System look like? Jupiter's moon Ganymede, larger than even Mercury and Pluto, has an icy surface speckled with bright young craters overlying a mixture of older, darker, more cratered terrain laced with grooves and ridges. The cause of the grooved terrain remains a topic of research, with a leading hypothesis relating it to shifting ice plates. Ganymede is thought to have an ocean layer that contains more water than Earth -- and might contain life. Like Earth's Moon, Ganymede keeps the same face towards its central planet, in this case Jupiter. The featured image was captured in 2021 by NASA's robotic Juno spacecraft when it passed by the immense moon. The close pass reduced Juno's orbital period around Jupiter from 53 days to 43 days. Juno continues to study the giant planet's high gravity, unusual magnetic field, and complex cloud structures.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap231128.html

[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 103

The next thing I knew, pain surged through me, the sharp pressure of a heavy slab of rubble crushing my chest. Darkness pressed in from all sides, the air thick with dust and the acrid scent of smoke. I clawed at the concrete pinning me down, muscles straining, but it wouldn’t budge. My pulse thundered in my ears, nearly drowning out the distant echoes of chaos—yells, explosions, the frantic screams of the injured. Somewhere in the fray, Steve’s voice called my name, desperate and hoarse, repeating over and over.

Minutes blurred into what felt like hours. Every breath was a struggle, each one laced with agony. Summoning every ounce of strength, I finally shifted the concrete off and dragged myself free. I stumbled upright, and the devastation around me came into focus. The compound was a shattered wasteland, with craters and debris stretching as far as I could see. In the middle of it all, Thanos stood, calm and motionless. Confusion gripped me—Thor had killed him. How was he here, again?

I pressed a hand to my side, my fingers slick with blood. My clothes clung to me, torn and stained crimson.

“There you are,” Steve’s voice broke through the haze. Relief laced his words as he reached me, standing tall in his suit, shield gripped tight.

“What do we do now?” I rasped, my eyes locked on Thanos, my body heavy with fatigue.

“What’s he been doing?” Tony questioned as he joined us, glancing at Thanos.

“Absolutely nothing,” Thor replied, striding up to us.

Steve and Tony were in their suits, while I felt out of place in my tattered clothes, unarmed and vulnerable.

“Where are the stones?” Steve asked, supporting me with one arm.

“Somewhere under all this. All I know is he doesn’t have them,” Tony answered.

“So we keep it that way,” Steve said, his determination palpable.

“This seems like a trap,” I said, wincing in pain.

“Yeah. And I don’t much care,” Tony replied with a shrug.

“Good. Just as long as we’re all in agreement,” Thor replied, and with a crack of thunder, he stretched out both hands.

In an instant, his hammer and axe flew to him, and his casual clothes transformed into his armor. Even his hair and beard looked cleaner.

Great, now I was the only one standing around in ripped clothes, defenseless, I thought as I scanned the area for anything I could use as a weapon.

“You stay back,” Steve said before leaning in for a quick kiss, and then he, Thor, and Tony confronted Thanos.

I refused to stand by and wait for them to finish the job, so I scrambled around, searching for anything that might be useful. I kept glancing over at them; Thanos was speaking, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

Thor's lightning cracked through the air as the fighting erupted around us. Panic began to set in; the others were still missing, likely trapped under the rubble, and I had no idea how to find them.

Then I spotted one of Clint's katanas buried beneath the debris. It was a little dented, but it would have to do. I hurried back, my heart racing as the sounds of battle grew louder.

My jaw dropped when I saw Steve wielding Thor's hammer, a resounding clang echoing as he struck Thanos, sending him reeling. I rushed to his side, still ill-equipped but acutely aware that time was running out.

Adrenaline tingled in my fingers as I gripped the katana tightly. Steve lifted the hammer, lightning crackling in the air as he aimed it at Thanos, who was already on the ground. In a split second, Steve leaped through the air to land above him, but Thanos rolled away.

In a flash, Thanos seized Steve in mid-air and hurled him backward. Steve grunted in pain as Thanos advanced menacingly. Without thinking, I stepped between them, feeling like a madwoman in my tattered clothes, katana in hand.

It was a feeble defense against Thanos's massive sword, but I stood firm, determined to protect Steve. Thanos laughed, then swung his sword at me, aiming to slice me in half. I ducked just in time, the blade slicing through the air above my head.

I swung the katana, nicking the skin on his arm. It was a small wound—barely worth the effort—but at least it drew his focus onto me now. I swung my sword again, but he lifted his arm, and my blade shattered against his armor, leaving me defenseless once more.

Before I could react, Thanos grabbed me by the throat, his massive hands nearly crushing my windpipe. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed me aside like a ragdoll. I crashed into the rubble, a steel rod piercing through the flesh of my leg, making me scream in agony.

Desperate, I tried to sit up, but the pain was overwhelming. I needed to get that rod out of my leg; if I didn’t, I knew it wouldn’t heal properly. Gritting my teeth, I screamed as I tugged at my leg, the flesh parting and squelching with blood.

I had to help Steve. I could hear his grunts of pain and the clattering of his shield breaking. With one last scream, I yanked the metal rod from my leg and keeled over, panting as I scrambled to my feet. But my leg buckled beneath me, and I collapsed to the ground, crawling toward Steve while calling his name.

He was holding his half-broken shield as Thanos loomed over him, ready to strike. In an instant, Thanos swung his sword, and Steve was sent flying.

“No!” I yelled, trying to stand again, but it was no use. I continued crawling toward him, knowing Thanos wasn’t even paying attention to me.

Steve struggled to get up, gritting his teeth against the pain as Thanos's voice boomed through the air.

“In all my years of conquest—violence—slaughter—it was never personal. But I’ll tell you now—what I’m about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet—I’m going to enjoy it. Very, very much.”, Thanos said menacingly.

That’s when the sky split open, unleashing Thanos's army, ready to roll over us with all their might.

Yet Steve still stood, fastening his broken shield to his arm as he surveyed the battlefield. His undying spirit bolstered me, and I summoned my last ounce of strength to rise and stand by his side.

He glanced down at me, a frown crossing his face as he took in my battered appearance. Ignoring the pain, I reached for his other hand, and together we faced Thanos once more, united against the impending storm.

“Hey, Cap, you read me?” Sam's voice crackled through the comms— a voice we hadn’t heard in five years. My breath caught as Steve looked down at me, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Cap, it’s Sam. Can you hear me?” I covered my mouth in shock, unable to process the reality of it.

Suddenly, a yellow portal opened behind us, and T'Challa, Shuri, and one of his guards stepped through. Sam soared into the air, and more portals opened, revealing our lost friends returning to aid us in our final fight.

I scanned the familiar faces we hadn’t seen in so long, my heart racing as I searched for that one particular face. Tears welled in my eyes when I spotted him, armed and ready, his expression unchanged from the man I remembered five years ago.

I wanted to rush to him, but that had to wait—there was still one last fight ahead. He approached me with a smile, but it faltered when he took in my broken and bruised form.

“A hoodie and sneakers? That’s a choice,” he joked, before handing me a knife and a pistol from his holster.

“Thank you,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.

“Avengers,” Steve called, gripping Thor's hammer as it found its way back into his hand. “Assemble!” he commanded, and at that moment, everyone charged into the fray.

The battlefield was chaotic, so crowded it was hard to keep track of Steve, Bucky, or anything else. I fought my way through, shooting and slashing as many enemies as I could.

I caught a glimpse of Thanos, locked in combat with both Thor and Steve. Without hesitation, I rushed to their side, leaping onto Thanos's back as he headbutted Steve and shoved Thor aside.

Gripping tightly, I plunged my knife into his neck, stabbing repeatedly. He roared in fury, his massive hand reaching back to rip me off his back and hurl me aside. I hit the ground with a grunt but scrambled up immediately, sprinting toward him as he reached for the gauntlet with the stones.

He swung his arm to punch me, but I ducked, sliding through his legs and rolling away just as his fist slammed into the ground.

“You pesky little insect!” Thanos roared, swinging his arm again, but I jumped to the side just in time. As he prepared to strike once more, Captain Marvel crashed down on him, delivering a powerful punch square to his face.

I rushed over to Steve, checking on him as he winced when I touched his arm.

“Can you get up?” I asked, my eyes darting back to Captain Marvel, who was giving everything she had to keep Thanos from reaching the gauntlet.

With a grunt, Steve pushed himself up, but his eyes widened as he watched Thanos grab Captain Marvel and fling her aside. Thanos slipped on the gauntlet, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he roared, energy surging through him.

I looked up at Steve, panic clear on my face as I searched his eyes for a solution.

“We do this together,” he said, his voice steady, determination etched across his face. Without hesitation, he charged toward Thanos. I had no choice but to follow, and together, we attacked the mad titan. Steve landed heavy blows, wielding the hammer and his shield with precision.

I leaped onto Thanos’s back again, clinging tightly as I tried to distract him, using all my strength to hold on. Each time Thanos tried to throw me off, Steve struck, landing another powerful blow to keep him off balance.

I drove my blade into the side of Thanos’s neck, feeling the sharp resistance of bone as I twisted. His roar echoed across the battlefield, a deep, guttural sound that sent vibrations through my hands. Blood splattered my face, and for a split second, his eyes locked onto mine, blazing with fury. I had his full attention. He clawed at me, shrugging off Steve’s relentless strikes as if they were nothing more than an annoyance.

Thanos moved toward me, each step a heavy, thunderous thud against the ground, causing the earth beneath us to tremble. Dust and debris swirled in the air, and the sky above crackled with energy from the raging battle. Just as he reached for me, Steve’s broken shield spun through the air, catching the light as it sailed. I grabbed it mid-flight, the weight familiar in my hands despite its shattered state.

With a surge of adrenaline, I leaped as high as I could, every muscle in my body burning. Time seemed to slow as I aimed for the spot where the blade had lodged. The jagged edge of the shield plunged into Thanos’s neck, the impact sending a shockwave up my arms. His scream was a mix of rage and agony, and his massive hand swung out, barely missing me as he staggered.

Thanos’s brief moment of distraction was enough. Steve charged forward, wielding Thor’s hammer with all his strength. The air split open as lightning crackled, illuminating the battlefield in a flash of blue-white light. Steve’s hammer connected squarely with Thanos’s face, the force of the blow echoing like a thunderclap. Thanos crashed to the ground, but even as dust and smoke rose around him, he pushed himself up, his eyes burning with relentless fury.

Steve didn’t waste a second. He lunged for the gauntlet, gripping it with all his strength and wrenching it off Thanos’s arm. The giant bellowed, thrashing as the gauntlet slipped from his grasp, its stones glowing with cosmic energy.

“No!!” Thanos’s roar was deafening, and the ground seemed to shiver beneath us as he lunged, but it was too late. Steve slipped the gauntlet onto his hand, the stones lighting up as arcs of energy surged through his veins. He gritted his teeth, pain etched across his face as the power coursed through him.

“No!!!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I stumbled forward, helpless to stop what was happening. Sparks of energy flickered around Steve, and the air grew hot and electric. His eyes met mine, filled with a quiet determination. His lips formed a final, whispered “I love you” just before he raised his hand.

The snap echoed through the battlefield, a sound that cut through the chaos and seemed to draw all light and sound into it. I watched, frozen, as the flash of energy rippled outward, engulfing everything in its path.

Next Chapter

[shininglynxie]

OK, didn't want this to be my first post on this account, but I just really wanted to share my thoughts and analysis of the Grand Festival announcement.

I knew they were going to place the new venue near the Crater - the first place we saw all the way back in 2021, when Splatoon 3 was first announced. It was even teased in the Sizzle season 2024 trailer with the jellyfish walking by this same Crater backdrop with merch of all three idol groups.

The Pearlina plane walked so that the Now or Never Seven bus could run. It's just great to see something like that plane again!

The golden replicas of the animals from all the hub worlds that represent each idol are a great touch, too!

Now, to analyze the idols' new outfits! Their shared theme feels very orderly and gives off bleached coral vibes. I wonder what's up with that. Most of them also seem to reference non-cephalopod sea creatures, but I don't know how intentional that is.

The outfits always have to be matching with these two, and I love it! The cut on their skirts point inwards on Callie's and outwards on Marie's. Callie's gloves reveal the base of her arms, while Marie's gloves reveal the ends of her arms or her hands. Both of them are also wearing urchin-themed head accessories.

The way they animated Pearl and Marina's interlocked hands being pointed right at us. It's like they're yelling at us: Yeah, they're gay, dammit! They've been giving us quite a bunch of great Pearlina content lately, and they just had to give us more.

Anyways, their outfits. I love Pearl's big hat! It fits her vibes very well! There's also an Off the Hook logo on it, which is neat. As some people have pointed out already, this is the first time Pearl's showing off her midriff, which is cool to see!

I absolutely love Marina's outfit ,though. It's gotta be one of my favorites of the Grand Fest idol fits! That bra/top paired with the jewelry, the laced pants with the boots, and all those rings combine to create such an awesome look to me! Also, something else of note is the fact that Marina isn't wearing headphones here and showing off her ears. It's uncommon for her to do that, and she's mostly done that outside of the games, and, I think, this is the first time you can see her ears in-game, which is really cool and showcases her personal growth! (Btw, I love the pose Marina's making in the shot on the second pic! It's so cute!

Deep Cut, my beloveds!

This is probably among the weaker fits Shiver ever had, but it's not bad by any means. Those pant boots are kinda weird, and I don't know how to feel about them. But I do like that top she's wearing! It kinda mimics her headdress, which also looks neat! It kinda reminds me of seaweed, dunno if that was the intention. She's also rocking that Deep Cut logo temp tattoo, which is dope! From afar, it looks really similar to the octopus tattoo Callie had when hypnotized by Octavio. The bangs on her in-game model seem to be pushed away a little bit, so you can see her other eye, which is an interesting detail. The expression she has on the official art feels a tad unusual for Shiver. She always acts so cold and aloof, so it's strange to see such an expression of genuine surprise from her.

Frye's outfit is great, but there isn't much to say about it. The buns she's wearing kinda remind me of sea slugs, I don't know if that's what they were going for, though. The ear tie thing she's wearing is also a nice design touch! It's an accessory that utilizes her long ears in a very creative way! I love the way she's grabbing Shiver's waist in the official art, it's so Frye!

Big Man's fit has got to be my favorite! He's absolutely slaying in that fin-like headdress and those spikes, and with that makeup around his eye! It feels very Kiss-inspired. The patterns on his fins look claw-like now. This is something that kinda makes me wonder how Big Man's outfits work in the first place with the various skin patterns he took on during seasonal splatfests. He also seems to have something wrapped around his tail. The best shot I could catch of it is this screenshot below.

Overall, I think the idols' outfits are cool, but they don't wow me like Pearl and Marina's Chaos vs. Order outfits did.

The performance of their new collab song will be so cool! It's gonna feel like a proper big concert!

Speaking of concerts, I might be seeing things, but some of the choreography we see the idols perform in their usual outfits seem to be from the songs other than each idol group's day 1 and 2 songs. The third Splatoon 3 concert just might be held in-game. Which is a great idea and makes a lot of sense! Since most Splatoon fans probably never had the chance to see the idol concerts live, it only feels fitting to create an immersive concert experience inside the game! It's a lot more interactive than a video recording, and it will ensure that a lot more people can see it compared to the in-person concert. Plus, all the idols are in one place already, so they can easily perform the collab songs too! If that does end up happening, I hope that the performances do use the concert versions of the songs, as they're almost always better than original, in my opinion, plus that way they won't overlap with the songs that play during gameplay.

Almost forgot about the theme. Which is most important to you? Past, Present, or Future? With each idol group representing a team, rather than a Deep Cut member each representing a team. I think this quite a solod theme for the final fest, if a bit predictable. The fact that each idol group picked a team for themselves also makes this like an idol fest in disguise, but I'm not bothered by that. I wonder how this fest's outcome will affect a potential Splatoon 4, though, as there's no one clear way how I can see it affecting the game's development.

All in all, I'm very excited for what Grand Festival will bring! By the time it rolls around, this account will, hopefully, be properly active. I'll absolutely have some art to post for the occasion!

[comatosebunny09]

Freak [ Pt. 1 ]

Genres: Smut, Modern AU

Warnings: Female Reader, Female Anatomy, Reader Has Box Braids, Explicit Language, Dry Humping, Biting, Light Spanking, Naughty Things Done Outdoors, Blue Balls, OOC Kyojuro, MDNI!

Musical Inspiration: This entire playlist.

Tag! You're it! @asirensrage @nanaoise08squad @potofstewie @cherryblossomsenpai @yeahitzally @superluckystar @goatman-againstgod

Thank you so much for reading! ❤️

It would be on the hood of his convertible, the aluminum still warm beneath the fat of your ass. 

The residual heat pales in comparison to that of the massive hands kneading, pinching, and lifting your bum off his Challenger in his haste to feel every inch of you.

Nonetheless, the warmth is a pleasant contrast to the chill of the night air tossing your hair and ruffling the polyester of your dress. The arctic wind shaking your little neighborhood on its axis does nothing to deter the Adonis nestled between your legs. He’s on a mission to brand you in every way, shape, and form, your neighbors be damned.

“K-Kyo,” you keen, light and breathless, his teeth embedding themselves into the column of your throat. 

On instinct, you crane your head back, the coarseness of your braids tickling your exposed shoulder blades. There’s a smile curving your painted lips. Carbon-black lashes fluttering, his name surfing on your tongue in a quiet hymnal. 

Your fingers sift through the delicate hairs of his nape, urging him closer. Though your jean jacket, hooked around your elbows—he’d yanked it southward in his eagerness to taste you—sadly inhibits your movements.

“A little busy here, darling,” he huffs, blazing a trail down the curve of your shoulder with his mouth. 

His kisses are wet, chaste, and open-mouthed whilst his hands embark on a journey to the swell of your hips. He sinks his canines into your collarbone, the prickle of them tearing a quivering sigh from your lips. Your hands thunk against the bonnet of his car behind you to keep you upright whilst he moves to pay homage to the other side of your neck.

The blond rubs languid circles into the bones of your hips, calloused palms continuing their excursion to your full, bared thighs as if unearthing treasure. Kyojuro hooks his hands into the bends of your knees, suddenly tugging you forward until your nether regions collide, ripping a gasp from your lungs. He cups your thighs in his hands. Isn’t at all subtle as he grinds against you, his weighted girth stroking your clothed cunt to life.

He mouths your jugular. Suckles on the meat of your shoulder, breathing the most sinister words into your flesh. How desperately he wants to fuck you. How devastatingly sexy you are, saying his name like that. 

The car rocks as he pistons his hips against you, sweat beading on his temple whilst he buries his face into the junction of your shoulder, panting wetly. 

“F-fu-huck, Kyo,” you moan, your arms coming up to encircle his neck, nails rooting into the blades of his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. 

He holds your thighs spread eagle, fingers cratering the undersides—you’re sure blue-violet petals will bloom in their wake come morning. His breaths are choppy whilst he continues his onslaught of thrusts, his pelvis seemingly moving of its own volition.

You’ve missed him dearly. His profession often drags him to remote parts of the world, far from the safety of your arms, into the dangerous world of demon slaying. You’ve had nothing but the company of cold sheets and an empty, king-sized bed this past month. So, of course, you aren’t initially opposed to the attention. 

Outside. Unfettered. Raw.

That is until the wind picks up its tempo, and the telltale slamming of a screen door nearby brings you hurtling back to the present.

“Kyo, baby,” you plead, clawing at the lapels of his shirt. 

It’s hard to keep afloat, your cunt twitching, nipples tightening beneath the soft lace of your bra. If your lover forges on, you might just cum from the friction and heat alone.

Kyojuro hums in response, his voice like sandpaper, the undulations of his hips never faltering. 

“As much as I would love to continue,” a heave of breath, “would you mind if we took this party—hah—inside?”

You tug on his shirt to bring him to a standstill when your words don’t seem to faze him. He fitfully pulls away, hair tussled and irises gleaming like dual flames in the sepia glow of your porch light. You have to bite your lip at the sight, your boyfriend resembling a beast disturbed in the midst of its meal. When your eyes lock, your gaze flits over his shoulder, catching your nosy, elderly neighbor scuttling onto her porch, a grimace taking residence on her face.

Kyojuro searches your eyes. Needs no more indication, releasing you with a weighted sigh. Your legs slack against the bumper, the strain of your muscles ebbing into a dull throb. Your jacket pools around your wrists, and the flap of your dress falls back between your legs. Your baby hairs stick to your forehead, exhaustion taking possession of your features. With a brawny arm wound around the small of your back, he shepherds you the rest of the way down, your slick skin squeaking against the polymer.

Your chuckle stains the atmosphere whilst he pulls you into his arms. Peppers your mouth with kisses, promising the best of things into the swell of your lips. He swats your ass playfully when you maneuver past, ushering you beneath the awning of your carport into the sanctity of your home.

—

It creeps beneath the surface of your skin like a snake sidewinding through the sand, anticipation pooling in the chasm of your belly, sending little thrills careening into your center. 

You’ve barely made it through the foyer, your home warm and dark save for the subtle glow of the entryway and stove lights illuminating your path. You feel them when you bend over to undo the straps of your sandals. Polychrome eyes boring into the arc of your ass with an intensity that makes your legs tremble. 

You spin around to face him, your jacket falling into a serpentine pile at your feet, throat dry with sand at the visage that greets you. He’s a few paces off. A hulking mass of muscle, sex, and mahogany prowling towards you like a panther, loafers haphazardly kicked off by the door. 

There’s a thick finger hooked into the collar of his button-down, skillfully undoing each knob without relinquishing eye contact. He cants his head to the side, gaze half-slit, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You could swear that you hear a growl rumbling like thunder through the base of his throat.

He sizes you up as if he intends to devour you, his shirt splayed open, bronze skin peeking out, stretched taut over pectorals and abs. Your stare wanders to the coarse, flaxen trail leading to the rim of his pants. Your eyes conclude their journey at the bulk of him throbbing between his legs. 

It takes every ounce of you not to moan. Not to chew your lip. Not to throw yourself into Kyojuro’s arms, winding your legs around his hips, begging him to fuck you senseless. 

You were raring to go earlier, murmuring obscenities into his neck over dinner, his palm wide and possessive, stroking along the meat of your thigh. But now, there is this fluttering sensation taking hold of your gut. Nervousness, excitement, eagerness, glee. You can’t quite place the feeling. Although, it has been some time since you’ve last felt him.

You stave off the moment, feigning nonchalance with a shrug of your shoulders despite the insistent pounding between your thighs.

“Thirsty?” you offer, taking a cautious step back. 

He matches you with a long stride forward. A predator homing in on its prey. And you are the lamb laid to slaughter. “No.” 

That previous feeling grows tenfold, your blood pumping ferociously in your throat and ears. Your voice grows shrill. Thin and light against the distant hum of the air conditioner. 

“H-hungry?” Another step back until your back thumps against the glacial, textured wall by your kitchen. You’re clawing at it for leverage, your head spinning, spinning. 

Two more steps forward, sinewy arms reaching out to cage you in. Kyojuro spills over you like liquid fire, blotting out everything but him.

“Not at all.”

Your breaths intermingle whilst he leans in, painting a hazy triangle between your eyes and mouth. Hair grazes your shoulder when he ducks beside your jaw, his lips red-hot as he huffs into your ear.

“Is there anything my darling needs before we retire to the bedroom?”

You shake your head numbly in reply, rooted to this spot, your voice and legs refusing to work. 

“Good,” Kyojuro drawls, bending his elbows to bring himself closer, surprise purling through you like waves upon the shore.

He blisters the juncture of your shoulder with lazy kisses. And you nearly sink to the floor, the pheromones charging the air loosening your joints and making your pussy hiccup. He hooks his hands beneath the folds of your knees, effortlessly twining your thighs around his hips. You scramble for purchase of his shoulders, eyes swimming whilst the hard press of his dick finds the apex of your hips. 

“Because when I’m inside you…unnff.” His tone is strained. Abrasive. Crackling like a fire burning through the underbrush. His forehead dips into your shoulder, his thick groan vibrating your skin. Open-mouthed against your flesh, “When I’m inside this pretty little pussy of yours, I am never coming out.”