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#thidwickdoodles#a gift for my SIL#I need to get it printed so please let me know if you like the confetti background or blank#buckskin horse#bronco#cowgirl#hydrangeas#which thank you to an artist tutorial on how to simplify those flowers#cause that still took me forever but they look better then I was going to do alone!#alma k Rowan was the artist#if I wanted this to be accurate to my SIL I would have gone with a quarter horse cause that’s what she owns#but two of my favorite horses I’ve had are buckskins#granted they were mean and hated most people but they liked me so I fucking loved them lol#they Wanda and Frank 😊
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Gojo would literally scream cry and throw up if you ever actually got mad at him. Like oh my god, he’d be dry heaving on the floor clutching his chest and swearing that he’s having a panic attack in between gags.
#my glorious blue eyed king#raised thinking he was gods gift to earth#there’s no way he could comprehend someone being displeased with him#especially the love of his life#he’d literally rather die than have you be mad#especially if he said sorry and it didn’t work#like waterworks would immediatley start#what a loser#gojo satoru#gojo headcanons#jjk gojo#jjk#sil yaps
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My grandma ruined all the photos of me giving my sister in law my wedding gift for her ...
#SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING ON THEIR WEDDING DAY I'LL NEVER FORGET IT#she literally pushed in front of everyone (including me. who by TRADITION should've been before her cause i had a role to do)—#— to give my sil her gift. a fake gold bracelet. a. fake. gold. bracelet.#this woman man........she just HAS to be the centre of attention huh.#anqels ramblings#eva.txt
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I can’t post about this in my normal social media cause they’re gifts but look at theseeeee
😍😍😍😍
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#the joy of getting baby gifts and making baby gifts#vs the horror of being surrounded by my sil's super conservative family#and men who are offended by drinks having shimmer it#and complaining because 'aren't these things for girls? why do we have to be here?'#ANYWAY#fun reminder to me that i actually do not like socializing with these people
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Gave my girl a pirate makeover :3
My dnd character (Sil, wood elf bard/warlock) is currently Going Through Shit™ and is opting to change her look instead of dealing with her trauma because she's extremely well-adjusted :)
And plus, she's been on a pirate crew for a week, that warrants a fun little pirate outfit!
Also obviously i had to give her a gay undercut (it was either that or shaving her head completely and i'm quite bad at drawing bald heads soooooo...)
Also thank you to my DM @theccrowsnest for helping me find an outfit for her 😁
#dnd#dungeons and dragons#dnd oc#pirate campaign#crow's nest crew#silvia swallowtail#sil#pirate#pirate outfit#art#my art#digital art#the seashell earrings are a gift from her patron 🥰#they're replacing the sword earrings her ex got her because said ex was Very Bad And Toxic#and her patron is so nice and sweet and i love her
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I'm pissed off at myself for not buying my brother and sister-in-law's Christmas gifts soon enough...neither one will arrive till early January. I got gifts for everyone else already, just not for them!
We're cool enough with each other that I might just tell them, look, your gifts are going to come in January and that's that, sorry, this was poor planning on my part, I love you etc etc...and they would be legitimately okay with it.
but GODDD uugGHHHH
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My nephew on my office decor: "I like your Marios and these wrestling pigs. Sometimes I climb the cat tower at our house."
#and my brother and SIL can't even be mad about the pigs because they brought them back as a gift from Cuba#the rotating sand art is also a big hit with all ages
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online Christmas shopping for my dad because he has Interests VS. driving an hour to Christmas shop for my mom, also because she has Interests
#the difference is that my dad's Interests are like... very specific and i straight-up CANNOT get the things he likes in store#vs my mom who wants kitchen gadgets that would take way too long to ship if i ordered them online#this is hysterical to me#and then there's my siblings and THAT'S like#kid sis: literally just wants me to order her stickers off redbubble#older bro: i need to scheme with my SIL bc i have no clue what gifts he likes#SIL: she's also getting kitchen gadgets. and a paramore CD#Christmas shopping is so fun akdjakjfjsnfna
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#rly worried about my SIL#she has been saying she wants to break up with her bf of 6+ years for the last few months#she'll ring us to say she's gonna do it and then post photos of some gift he's given her to the group chat like....#he's apparently threatening suicide if she leaves him which is so not cool#we heard from her for the first time in 2 weeks today which was a message to the group chat not to call her#and that she isn't going to anyone's parties that we invited her to#so like idk#she's in this massively toxic situation and we're all so far from her so can't directly help
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I have to finish crocheting this Little Puppy Dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! by july 20th!!!!!!!!!!
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Valentine- L. Castellan
“won’t you, won’t you, won’t you, won’t you be my valentine?” - Suki Waterhouse
luke x fem! oblivious aphrodite reader
Valentine’s day.
You might think that the day that celebrates love would be favored amongst the children of the Goddess of love herself, Aphrodite.
And for many campers who resided in Cabin 10, they did love the holiday!
“You’re a disappointment, (Y/n).”
Unless you were (Y/n).
Silena frowned as she looked over at her sister. (Y/n) was lounged across her bed, watching all of her siblings get ready with a longing look in her eyes.
“Thanks, Sil.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes as she set her gaze upon her black haired sister. “Really feeling the support here.”
“What am I supposed to support you in?” Silena pointed her hairbrush at (Y/n) and raised her eyebrows. “You plan to spend the day moping around instead of confessing to—”
“I’m too scared!” (Y/n) cut Silena off as she buried her head in her hands. “I mean— Luke probably doesn’t even like me.”
Silena sighed and rolled her eyes. Honestly, she found it hard to believe that (Y/n) was her sister sometimes. For someone who was so good at knowing about other peoples love lives, (Y/n) was oblivious to her own.
(Y/n) was in love with her best friend, Luke Castellan. Anyone who knew her would know that. And anyone with eyes could tell that Luke shared the same adoration.
Anyone but (Y/n), apparently.
The door to the cabin opened and (Y/n) smiled when she saw the blonde locs of her other sister, Cordelia.
“Why are you still here?” Cordelia wrinkled her nose, carelessly swinging a pink bag in her hands.
“I thought today was supposed to be a day about love.” (Y/n) frowned. “I am not feeling the love from you guys.”
“Its tough love, sweetheart.” Cordelia grinned and threw the bag onto (Y/n)‘s bed. “For you, by the way.”
(Y/n) sat up and grabbed the pink gift bag. She wondered who it was from, secretly (or not so secretly) she hoped it was from Luke.
She knew it wasn’t, though. It wasn’t even his handwriting that was scrawled across the bag.
Peeking in, she saw an envelope and a jewelry box.
She took the jewelry box first. She was in the confines of her cabin, she was allowed to be selfish.
In the box was a necklace. Half of it was pearls and half of it was a silver chain. Perfectly her style.. whoever picked this out must’ve known her well. Or they had asked her friends.
(Y/n) hoped it was the former.
Ripping open the envelope with little regard, she furrowed her brows as she read the card.
“you know i’m no good with words. meet me in the strawberry field so i can show you how much you mean to me.”
-your secret admirer
“Whose it from?” Silena asked curiously as she sat next to (Y/n).
“Dunno.” The girl shrugged as she handed her the note. “There’s no name.”
Silena smiled and grabbed (Y/n)‘s shoulders. “Well you have to go! I’m curious.”
“Yeah, but what if it’s someone creepy.” (Y/n) scrunched her nose up at the thought.
Cordelia and Silena shared a glance before pushing (Y/n) towards the vanity.
“Don’t worry about that.” Cordelia cooed as she began to rifle through (Y/n)’s closet. “It’ll all be fine.”
It was not fine. And (Y/n) was worrying about it.
Reluctantly, she stood in the middle of the strawberry field. She had gotten there ten minutes ago and still, no one had shown up.
She was starting to worry that Connor Stoll was playing a prank on her. She looked so nice, too. If her pretty, pink, summer dress was going to be wasted on prank— (Y/n) was going to be pissed.
After five more minutes, (Y/n) decided that this was a bust. She was about to turn around and march back to her cabin when she heard the grass crunch behind her.
Turning around, (Y/n) felt her face flush as she saw the familiar brown curls.
“Luke..” She breathed out. “What uh— what are you doing here?”
“M’ waiting for someone..” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair.
He seemed… nervous, and he looked nicer then usual. Instead of the orange camp shirt and khaki shorts, he wore jeans and a red sweater.
And then it dawned on her. Oh gods… how embarrassing! She was supposed to meet her secret admirer here, and now here comes Luke.. probably meeting his Valentine here too.
“I’m meeting someone here, too..” She flashed him an awkward smile and reached up to fidget with the necklace she had received.
Luke stared at her, his brown eyes boring into her soul as he opened his mouth. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he decided against it and took a step closer to her.
“That’s a pretty necklace.” He mumbled, reaching out to touch it.
(Y/n)’s face burned red at the contact as she looked up at him.
“Thanks.. my uh— secret admirer, or whatever, got it for me..”
Luke took a deep breath in and (Y/n) pursed her lips.
“(Y/n), listen…” He reached up to touch her cheek, his warm breath fanning over her face. “I’m not good with words, but I love you.”
“Luke..” (Y/n) breathed out. Her face felt hot and her heart was fluttering so fast she was sure she was about to have a heart attack.
“When I’m with you, everything just feels right. And I just—” He hesitated for a moment and leaned closer. “Can I just show you?”
Instead of responding, (Y/n) threaded her fingers through Luke’s curls and tugged him closer, smashing her lips against his.
For years, she had wondered what it would feel like to kiss the Luke Castellan. Would it be fast and rough? Slow and sensual? She finally had her answer.
After a moment of shock, Luke pressed his lips against hers with the same amount of passion. His lips moved against hers fast and rough, but he held her face like it was the most delicate thing in the world.
Maybe Silena was right, (Y/n) was stupid. But she was making out with her best friend, so her stupidity must’ve payed off.
After a moment, Luke pulled away. (Y/n) frowned and tried to chase his lips with her own, but he pushed her away softly.
“(Y/n)..” He laughed, his nose brushing against hers. “Will you… be my valentine?”
“That was incredibly corny.” (Y/n) laughed. “But yes. Yes I will.”
#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#x reader#valentines day#percy jackson#pjo#pjo tv show#percy jackon and the olympians#aesthetic#luke castellan x you#pjo series
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SIL is fine! She got meds and instructions
As soon as the doctor explained what was going on, I sent her a link of this that I'm gonna buy her
Whelp, nothing like a shot of adelireine of your SIL calling you right before you pass out, needing you to take her to the hospital. At the hospital now in the emergency room
#imp rambles#SIL had a good laugh on it and more so when i explained that me and my friends got a kidney stone plushie for our friend who got kidneystone#we made sure he was okay before getting the gift(his parnter was in on it and gave us the approval)#I also cracked a joke once she was feeling better when the pain meds kicked in.#“Hey remembered when you said we can do some bonding time later this week?” Girl was straight up cackling when it clicked to her#happy she's feeling better. I know when everything opens up in the morning im going to be doing errands for her#for now hopefully i can get some sleep(haven't slept yet)
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Title: Something Sweet
Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader
Summary: You’re new to the team in Colombia and all alone on your birthday. Your partner, Javier Peña, decides to do something sweet for you.
Tags: Set vaguely during season 1 before Javi gets extra angsty, canon compliant-ish, reader feeling lonely, sassy!reader, flirty!javi, alcohol (wine), brief mention of a gun bc I feel like a DEA agent wouldn’t just answer the door all willy nilly, kissing, javi asking for consent, but y’all did share a bottle of wine, kissing, fingering f receiving, marking, unprotected PinV, cuddling. I always write angsty Javi, but this is FLUFF, so sorry if it’s OOC, I’m slightly out of my element here.
WC: 2107
A/N: This fic is a birthday gift for @psychedelic-ink. Sil, you’re a wonderful friend and you do so much for the Pedro Pascal Fandom community on top of being an incredible writer. So, with some help from @pedrorascal with the beautiful gifs, I schemed up a little fic for you. I hope you love it! Happy Birthday and Happy Holidays AHHHH.
Moving to a new country two weeks before your birthday, which also happens to be Christmas Eve, is not ideal. You moved to Colombia from Miami after a promotion, earning a spot on the elite team working to catch Pablo Escobar.
The last two weeks have been a whirlwind, trying to catch up on all the facts of the case. You have to learn every sicario by sight and all of their names, aliases, and frequent hang outs. You have to learn about everything Escobar has done in Colombia, all the cartels and how they connect, it’s all extremely exhausting and time consuming.
Which is why you have no friends yet, unless you count your new partners Javier Peña and Steve Murphy. Which you don’t. You barely know them, and from what you’ve seen so far, Peña is an asshole. Steve might be okay, but you just haven’t had time to get to know him yet.
You take off your windbreaker and hang it on the back of your chair. It’s kind of ridiculous that you have to work on Christmas Eve, but there’s no rest for the wicked and therefore no rest for you either. You sit down and open the first file on your desk, immediately getting down to business without so much as a greeting for your partners.
A couple hours into the work day, a shadow darkens your desk. “What do you want, Peña?”
“God damn, hermosa. Touchy today? I brought you a coffee.” Peña sets the cup of lukewarm black slop on your desk and leans further into your space, peeking at the files you’re reading.
“Yes, actually. Did you need something or did you just come over here to bother me?”
“I just came over here to compliment your nails, actually,” he takes your hand in his, inspecting your nails, and then looks into your eyes. “I like the color. Suits you.”
You feel heat rise to your cheeks. Peña is cute. Gorgeous, really, but you don’t make a habit of flirting with your coworkers. “Thanks… They were my birthday gift to myself.” You tug your hand away from him and place it in your lap.
“It’s your birthday?” He asks, still leaning much too far into your personal space. You nod and look back down at the file.
“I have to get back to work now,” you almost whisper to him, all your bitter snark from earlier replaced by a sense of melancholy. There’s not a soul in this entire country who knows it’s your birthday today. Aside from Javier, now, you guess. Javier lingers for another moment before pushing off your desk and leaving you to your work.
You’re starting to pack up for the day when Peña comes up to your desk again, sitting on the corner.
“So what are your plans tonight?” he asks.
“Huh?” You don’t have any plans. A phone call from your friend in Miami and a bottle of Chilean wine maybe.
“Your plans? For your birthday?”
“Oh. I don’t have any. Don’t really know anyone yet so…” you trail off. You feel kind of pathetic, even though you know it’s completely reasonable to not have a group of friends yet.
“Me and Murphy could take you out?”
“Oh um–”
“Actually, Jav,” Steve calls out from his desk. “Me and Connie have plans tonight. Christmas Eve and all,” he gives you an apologetic look.
“It’s fine really. I’m gonna have a nice relaxing night in. Thanks though.” You put on the best smile you can and head for the door.
You hang up the phone after your short call with your friend. It’s expensive to call long distance, but she stayed on with you as long as she could. She told you all about her new boyfriend and that everyone had wished you a Happy Birthday and Happy Holidays. You’re grateful she didn’t ask about your job or your love life.
As you pop the cork on a bottle of wine, there’s a knock on your door. You stare at the door questioningly, as if it will tell you who’s there. Who on earth could be knocking at your door at 8pm on Christmas Eve?
You grab your gun and sneak over to the door, peeking through the peephole. Broad shoulders and a dark head of hair are all you can make out through the tiny lens. Javier? You set your gun on the side table and pull open the door.
“Peña? What are you doing here?”
He turns around and holds his hands out to you. “Brought you something.” He’s holding a birthday cake, clearly store bought, decorated with a generic “Feliz cumpleaños” scrawled on top. A bright smile lights up your face.
“Oh Javi, you didn’t have to!”
“I wanted to. You gonna invite me in for some cake?” He raises his eyebrows at you.
“Oh! Yeah sure. Come in!” You step to the side to let him through and close and lock the door behind him. “Sorry about the mess. I’m not fully unpacked yet.”
“I’ve been here for 7 years and I’m not fully unpacked. It’s fine.” Javi reassures you. He sets the cake down on your kitchen counter and starts rifling around for plates and silverware.
“I can do that,” you try to move him out of the way, but he’s having none of it.
“No, it’s your birthday. Let me. You pour yourself a glass of wine and go sit on the couch.”
“Fine… thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
You grab a couple glasses and the bottle of wine and carry it to the living room with you. You’re kind of shocked he’s here. He’s always flirty in the office, but he’s like that with everyone. He’s not what you’d call friendly otherwise. Maybe he just feels bad for you.
Javier drops down onto the couch beside you holding two plates with hefty slices of chocolate cake. He hands you one of the plates and a fork. “Happy birthday. I’m not going to make you do the whole candle thing.”
“Thank you, Javier. This is really, really nice.” You feel like you might cry. It’s just cake, but you felt so alone, and it’s like he really saw you. He saw through whatever exterior shell you were wearing and decided to try to make your day better.
“Just Javi is fine. And it’s not a big deal, really. You deserve something sweet on your birthday,” he says looking down at the cake in his hands.
“It is to me. A big deal, I mean,” you say softly before taking a bite of the cake. It’s nothing special, just a plain chocolate cake, but it means so much to you.
You and Javier, Javi, chat about where you’re from and how you came to work for the DEA. You tell him about living in Miami, about the promotion that brought you here. You finish the bottle of wine and a couple more pieces of cake and the conversation doesn’t stop for a long time.
Late in the evening, you finish a story about your 6th birthday, one your aunt always told to the whole family every single year at your birthday dinner. He’s sitting close to you, his thigh pressed against yours despite there being plenty of room on the couch to sit without touching. It makes your heart flutter a little.
You don’t know if it’s the wine or what, but the little crush you have on him is getting pretty hard to ignore. Javi smirks at you, reaches up, and brushes his thumb over the corner of your lip.
“Got a little icing there, cariño,” he says, his voice lower and huskier than it has been all night. He brings the icing smeared thumb to his mouth and sucks it between his lips. Your eyes track the movement, pupils blowing wide. He really is pretty.
You feel yourself lean in toward him, almost unconsciously chasing that thumb to his mouth. He brings his hand up to your cheek and searches your eyes for a moment. He must see what he was looking for because he pulls you closer and presses his lips to yours.
His lips are soft, warm, gentle on yours. You grab his face in your hands, not wanting him to pull away yet. He slips his tongue along the seam of your lips and you part them, letting him in. You’re not sure who makes the move, but slowly, your back is lowered to the couch, Javi a comfortable weight on top of you. Your hands explore his broad shoulders, the muscles of his back, his trim waist, as he plunders your mouth with his tongue.
“Can I touch you?” He rasps against your lips.
“You already are,” you giggle. “Sorry. Yes, Javi.”
He huffs a laugh into your mouth and slips a hand into your lounge pants, fingers finding your dripping seam. “Wet for me already, hermosa?”
Your cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment, but you nod. You’re soaked just from kissing him. By the feel of him against your thigh, he’s not better off. He pushes two fingers inside you and presses his lips back to yours. You gasp into his mouth, hands fisting in the back of his shirt.
His fingers immediately find the spongy spot deep in your core. He curls them, dragging the pads of his fingers along your g-spot with every pump of them inside you. You cling tightly to him, burying your face in his shoulder.
“Come for me, baby.”
Your body responds to his command instantly, the tension in your belly releasing into waves of pleasure. Your cunt flutters around his fingers and you whine into his neck as he works you through it. You collapse back onto the couch, and he wastes no time dragging your pants off you.
You hear the clink of his belt opening, the sound of it hitting the floor. You sit up on your elbows to watch him as he strips off the rest of his clothes. You bite your lip, drinking in the sight of the gorgeous man before you.
He takes your hands in his and pulls you to your feet before pulling your tank top off you. “Shit, hermosa,” he whispers almost reverently as he takes one of your tits in his large hand, rolling the nipple between two fingers. “Gorgeous.”
He kisses you again, wrapping his strong arms around your body and pushing his chest flush with yours. “Bedroom, cariño?”
You walk him back to your room, barely separating your lips from his for the entire journey. You fall back on your bed and he follows, settling between your legs. His lips drag down your jaw line to your neck as he lines himself up with your entrance. Javi sucks a mark just below your collarbone as he slowly thrusts inside you.
You wrap your legs around his hips and pull him deeper into you, whining at the stretch. “Fuck, Javi.”
“Working on it, cariño,” he teases as he bottoms out inside you. He pushes himself up on his elbows and stares into your eyes as he pulls out and thrusts back in smoothly. Your mouth falls open, a little huff spilling out as he bottoms out again. He feels so fucking good inside you.
Javi sets a steady pace, thrusting into you hard and slow, eyes never leaving yours. When your eyes flutter shut and your back starts to arch in pleasure, he slips his arm under your back, pulling your hips higher on his thighs. The new angle is everything. You gasp out a moan every time his cock punches deep inside you.
Javi is everything in this moment. Your world narrowed to the feeling of his cock pounding into you at that same maddeningly slow, hard rhythm. You feel yourself tightening around him, feel a coil winding in your belly tighter and tighter.
Javi’s lips find yours again with a kiss that’s more a clash of teeth and tongues than anything as you come hard on his cock. Javi lets out a low groan into your mouth at the way you squeeze him. He thrusts into you a few more times, fucking you through your high, before he quickly pulls out and spills all over your belly.
He rests his forehead on yours for a moment, catching his breath. He kisses you deeply one more time before falling to the bed beside you. Javi pulls you into his arms, not paying any mind to the mess he made on your stomach. He holds you close, kissing the top of your head.
“Happy Birthday, cariño.”
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Title: Upset Bunny
Fandom: Diabolik Lovers
Pairing: Sakamaki Brothers x Bunny Hybrid M.R
Warnings: swearing
After the last 'grooming' incident, Reji had a stern talking to (Name) about him trying to groom himself. Which made (Name) upset. He was just trying to look good for them! Why was he getting in trouble for that?!
(Name) flopped onto the bed. His long bunny ears were droppy. Singaling his depressed mood. His little tail was dropping as well. Which meant (Name) was deaply upset. Something that was rare since he came to the Sakamaki Mansion.
Normally (Name) was the happy shy bunny they know and love. But right now? He was an upset Bunny that had 'banned' the others from his room for the time being. He couldn't really ban them, since theh could literally teleport into his room. But a few have already tried and was promptly kicked out.
Even Shuu who only wanted to sleep on the bed by him was kicked out. None of the brothers knew what was going on. So they tried asking Yui who only gave them a straight face. Then proceeded to ask them why she'd know anything. So they tried winning over the depressed bunny. By giving him gifts. But the gifts were thrown back at them. Along with a huff the door was slammed in their faces.
Though (Name) didn't slam the door in Subaru's face. (Name) had politely thanked the youngest brother and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Which absolutely infuriated the other brothers. Especially Ayato, who demanded to know why his gift was throw in his face along with the door being slammed. (Name)'s expression didn't change as he slammed the door in the oldest triplets face.
Ayato turned towards the smug youngest brother. "Oi! What makes you so special?! Why did you get a thanks and a kiss on the cheek, while were had our gifts and door slammed in our faces!?" Subaru shrugged. "Don't know. All I know is, (Name) is upset with you. Not me. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and get my lovely flower some more flowers."
With that he disappeared. Leaving the other brothers confused or angery. Reji sighed and pushed up his glasses. "Maybe the human can get the answer out of him. Without upsetting him more." The others grumbled and made their way to Yui's room. Where the girl was studying for a test she was gonna be having next time she went to school.
Yui sighed when she heard rough knocking on her door. Only one person in the house knocked like that. She turned around and was met with five or the six Sakamaki brothers. Who all had different expressions on their faces. "Yes Reji-san. How can I help you?" Before Reji could answer Kanato interrupted. Shoving his annoyed face into Yui's personal space.
"Why is (Name) so angry with us?!" Yui slightly flinched at the raising of his voice. Having grown mostly used to it by now. Yui groaned internally. She thought she had already told them she didn't know. "I already told you guys. I don't and wouldn't know why he's upset with you all." Apparently Kanato didn't like the answer.
"Who else would know then?! (Name) won't speak to us! So how are we supposed to fix the problem?!" Yui could already feel a headache coming. "Have you guys tried talking to him, or did you just shove gifts into his face?" Nobody said anything. Kanato was silent and carefully backed away and hugged his bear tightly.
Yui ran a hand down her face and sighed. "You guys are just. Look. (Name) is probably upset over what happened a few nights ago." The brothers stopped and tried remembering what would've happened in the past few days. Yui could scream right now with how oblivious these vampires could be.
"He tried dressing up. He even tied grooming himself for you guys?" The brothers made humming sounds. But of course they didn't know what the problem was. "Then why is he upset with us?" Yui face-palmed. "He got the brush stuck. Remember? You and Ayato pulled on the brush and Subaru had to help him groom. Then after that Reji lectured him. For trying to look good for you guys."
The brothers were silent. "If I was (Name) I'd be upset about that honestly." Multiple brothers nodded and teleported away leaving Yui to study. She prayed that she was correct or at least somewhat right about why (Name) was in the mood he was currently in. If not Yui truly wouldn't know.
Back in (Name)'s room, (Name) was just trying to nap now. He'd eaten the resh carrots Subaru had given him and he'd fallen asleep. Belly full and under the warm blankets of his comfy bed. That was until he heard knocking on his bedroom door. Now all the brothers knocked on his door. Well, except Laito. He would just teleport no matter the reason.
But each brother had a way of knocking, and the way the knocking sound, (Name) figured it'd be either Shuu or a tired Reji. (Name) groans and turns away from the door. He grabbed the extra pillow and threw it at the door. He didn't hear hear the pillow hit the door or floor and groaned again.
"Please leave. I want to be alone." (Name) felt the bed dip and an arm wrapping around him. "Shuu. Please. Leave me alone." Shuu said nothing but pulled him closer. (Name) huffed and tried to move away, but ultimately failed since he was weaker then the other. Although there was one thing he could do.
(Name) used his ear to smack the other. Making Shuu chuckle. "Naughty bun bun. Are you trying to get punished?" (Name) huffed again and tried to smack the male again, but with the other ear. Which sadly didn't work. Since Shuu had grabbed the ear and gave it a kiss. Making (Name) extremely flustered.
(Name) stopped moving and pouted. Shuu stared for a moment before sighing. "Now will you tell me why you're so upset with us?" (Name) huffed and tried getting away again. Making Shuu sigh again and turn (Name) towards him. Gently grabbing the hybrid's chin, Shuu looked directly into the others eyes.
(Name) silently stared into Shuu's dark blue eyes. They were (Name)'s favorite feature about the eldest Brother. (Name) swears he could stare into those deep blue ocean eyes for the rest of his life. The brothers eyes have always mesmerized him.
"(Name) you can stare into my eyes later. Now tell me whats wrong?" (Name) sighed and started playing with his ears. "Its stupid, but I'm upset about how you guys got upset with me last time. I just wanted to look good for you guys." Shuu deadpanned. "Are you serious?"
(Name) groaned and hid his face in Shuu's chest. "Stupid I know! But seriously! Everytime I try and do something myself I get lectured." Shuu went to retaliate but (Name) continued. "I try to groom myself? Lectured. I try to make my own food? Lectured. I try and do laundry? Lectured. I'm not helpless!"
Shuu flinched. (Name) wasn't exactly lying. His brothers didn't like (Name) doing stuff. They wanted to treat (Name) like a prince, but (Name) liked being independent. He didn't like people doihg stuff for him. He was dependent on himself and the most stubborn person they've ever known.
Shuu sighed. "I'll talk to them. Just rest right now okay?" Shuu ran his fingers through (Name)'s hair. Massaging his ears lightly. It didn't take long for (Name) to fall asleep. A few minutes later more footsteps sounded in the room. Shuu carefully looked over his shoulder. Seeing his other brothers.
Kanato stepped forward and carefully brushed (Name)'s hair from his face. "So he's upset with us, because he thinks we're too controlling basically." Shuu didn't answer them only hugging (Name) closer and closed his eyes. The brothers roll their eyes. "Hey deadbeat." Shuu didn't react. "Thanks for talking to (Name) I guess."
Reji teleported away first. The others slowly following. Shuu opened an eye and huffed. "Whatever Butler-chan." Shuu smirked and played his mp3. Removing a ear bud so (Name) could hear the music too. He kissed (Name)'s forehead and sighed softly.
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✧˖°. A Special Reward ✧₊⁺
Raphael x F!Tav/Reader
⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: You were his little warlock~ his precious songbird. As you make your way back into the house hope, your body weary from your travels and seeking clients for him, Raphael takes notice and offers a rare opportunity to take care of you for a change.
⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: A special little gift/ trade for my beloved friend @octarinecat xoxo
⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Soft Raphael | Comfort | Fingering
The journey back to Raphael- to that familiar house of hope, was a blur of aching muscles and weary thoughts. Each step a reminder of how long it took for you to seek out new clients for him, your body also tender from all this running around looking for that damn crown he so desperately wanted… He was your devil though, your patron…
Why you made a pact with him you weren't quite sure. Maybe it was the way he talked, his words always filled with such conviction- such belief in his own cause. Or maybe you just wanted someone to rely on. Either way you were his now,and despite everything he was forcing upon you- all these tiring errands, he was your entire world, everything you cared about was now wrapped up in one single soul… A devils soul. Any sane person would run away screaming, but not you… He had become everything you could cling to.
As you pushed open the grand doors to his boudoir, the scent of incense, cherries, and wine all mingled together, washing over you like a familiar embrace. And oh how it all felt like home.
Your eyes searched for the familiar face, for that familiar body, for those wings that would sometimes surround you as he held you tight and kissed the back of your neck… And there he was, Raphael, your devil, lounging in his grand bath, the water lapping gently against his skin. The room dimly lit causing the shadows to dance across the walls as the flickering candles reflect off the surface of the water.
His hookah rests in his grasp, a tendril of smoke curling lazily into the air, and his eyes- those deep, brown, doe like eyes- find yours with a knowing smirk, “Ah, my little mouse,” he drawls, his voice a smooth, velvety caress like always, “I feared you might not return to me. You were gone for such an interminable length of time, I almost found myself... concerned.” He laughs, the very notion of worry amusing to him...
The rich sound of his chuckle makes your heart swell and stirs the butterflies in your stomach… His tone alone making you bow your head in submission, your fingers gripping at the hem of your dress, your knuckles white. How could you ever disappoint him?
With a languid snap of his fingers, embers circles around him and then, the bath is empty. The water still and lifeless as ifhe was never there, the hookah nozzle dangling on the side, smoke still rising from its tip.
The familiar sound of him appearing just across the room- right beside his bed, breaks you out of your trance, and you look up to see him. Raphael stands, completely nude and unashamed, the glow from the candles illuminating his handsome features- his gorgeous body. His eyes still focused on yours as you shyly glance away, knowing you don't have permission to stare, yet.
Raphael grins, he’s so delighted and proud of you, his good little warlock. That you obey his commands without quesrion, or complaint, that you never dare to look upon him without his express consent, and that you were the only one that could make him feel something other than disgust.
“Come,” he beckons, and with a snap -a small gesture to let you know it’s okay to look-. He begins to climb atop his plush bed laying on his stomach, awaiting for you to join him.
You approach slowly each step bringing you closer to the promise of his touch. Your fingers graze his arm, a gentle caress that speaks of the devotion you have for him. As he lies on his stomach, waiting, his eyes half lidded and wanting- demanding that you do as he likes as always.
The bed shifts under your weight, dipping down slightly as you climb onto the silky sheets. Your leg swings over his side so that you may straddle his back with a practiced ease. The softest moan escapes him as he relaxes beneath your fingers, your hands running along his spine.
Your fingers trace every line and curve, each muscle, every divot in his skin, before they dip lower- following his backbone, all the way to his tail bone, and then back up again. You notice how he shudders, how his breath hitches when your hands begin to knead the tender, delicate muscles of his back, how his breathing gets deeper and more drawn out with each passing second.
As you lean forward, pressing yourself against his back, the heat of his skin warming your own, his brows furrow with feigned irritation. A quiet huff escaping him when he turns his head to face you, his eyes narrowed in mock aggravation,“You’ve been absent for what feels like an eternity, leaving me to ponder if you were worth the keep or not. And now, you presume to indulge in idleness. Must I remind you of the fate that befalls inept warlocks who dare to keep their patron waiting excessively? Or is it that you are subtly imploring me for a measure of discipline?”
His words are sharp and cold, but they lack any true bite, his anger not really there, only a farce to tease and taunt. The truth was, he feels how your soft, tender body presses against his- the sensation making him feel safe, and warm… Comforted.
Though he’d dare not admit it, he needs this, the touch, the intimacy, and the love- and he would deny that he felt such a thing till his very soul was ripped apart.
“Apologies… I- I was not seeking punishment, nor have I forgotten my place…” Your voice is a whisper, “I’ll continue as you like-“ As your hands continue their soothing ministrations across Raphael's back, you feel the tension in his muscles begin to melt away. Yet, there's a moment- a fleeting second when your arm moves just so, and a sharp twinge of pain shoots through you, “Nnh’!” You wince, the involuntary reaction not lost on Raphael.
He shifts slightly beneath you, feigning irritation once more, though there's a playful edge to his voice now, “Ah, my dear mouse, must you press so insistently?” he chides, “One might think you are attempting to knead me into submission.” His eyes and brows furrow together.
His eyes, ever observant, catch the flicker of discomfort that crosses your face again, “But what is this?” he muses, turning his head slightly to regard you with mock concern, “Have you gone and made yourself sore, my poor little mouse? All for me?”
There's a pause, a heartbeat where the world holds its breath, and then Raphael sighs, “I suppose I could grant you a reprieve,” he concedes, a hint of warmth in his voice, “After all, you have earned it. You found the Crown of Karsus, did you not? Such a feat deserves recognition.”
“Raphael? I-... I- thank you, but- it’s my responsibility to keep you satis-“
Before you could finish responding, he moves with a sudden, fluid grace, flipping you over with a deftness that leaves you breathless. A ring of fire bursts into existence around him as his true devilish form emerges.
His skin a deep, infernal red, his horns arching grandly like a regal crown upon his head. His wings unfurl, stretching wide, their span a testament to his true nature. And his tail, sinuous and serpentine, wraps gently around your ankle, a reminder of the bond- the contract that ties you to him.
Raphael takes your hand into his, bringing it up to his lips so that he may place a soft, lingering kiss against your fingertips, a tender, reverent gesture, before pulling away and regarding you with a wicked gleam in his eye. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his hand tracing soothing patterns across the top of your hand. In this moment, the roles are reversed, and you find yourself enveloped in his warmth, the weight of the world slipping away as you surrender to his care. A rare occurrence- one that you will most certainly not take for granted.
It's not often he shows affection, or any other emotion besides disdain and disgust, or love for only himself. His true feelings always hidden beneath a mask, his eyes though, never betraying his thoughts.
“You've done well,” he whispers, his breath a caress against your ear, his hand flicking in the air to dismiss the candlelight, leaving the two of you bathed in darkness.
When you feel his nails softly rake down your thigh you bite your lip.
A low, rumbling growl reverberates in his chest, a warning to let you know you should not keep quiet- he wishes to hear you, his little songbird. He wants to listen to the symphony of sweet sounds that you make, especially when his fingers finally dip between your thighs, parting your folds.
“Do not dare to hide your voice from me, I want to hear it, my songbird.”
“Yes Raphael, I won't... I-I promise- I-!”
He hums, satisfied when he flips your dress and moves your laced panties to the side, his fingers rubbing your clit in slow, teasing circles. You feel the pressure build in your core as his finger dip further, teasing your entrance, his nails catchingagainst the soft flesh. Leaning in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers about your demise- how his body will devour yours and leave nothing behind but a babbling mess. The words a dark caress, but his actual touch a promise of how gentle he’ll try to be.
He's a contradiction in every way, a devil- a lover, a friend, a foe. He's the very essence of everything and nothing, the yin and the yang. He is your light, your darkness, your savior, your destruction, and you couldn't live without him- not anymore.
A breathy moan slips past your lips, and he smirks, pleased that you're doing exactly as he asked, not hiding away any noises you make.
Raphael watches you with a feral, almost predatory look. A dark chuckle escaping him when he slips a single digit inside you, and the way you squirm, the breathy moan that leaves your lips, your cheeks flushed a beautiful pink- it's all a delicious sight to behold, a vision that will forever be etched into his mind.
Outside his balcony a storm brews, a cacophony of thunder and lightning filling the red skies of Avernus, as he pushes a second finger into your core. The red hue from the storm outside dances across your body, highlighting the graceful arch of your back as you respond to his touch.
Raphael groans, a sound somewhere between desire and desperation, as he slides his fingers out, then thrusts them back in. It's not enough, it will never be enough, he’s desperate for you, and he needs you now.
You feel his claws sink into your hip, his grip almost painful as he lifts you effortlessly, his hand lifting one of your legs over his broad shoulder just as his tail guides your other leg to rest over his opposite shoulder. The position leaving you open and vulnerable to whatever it is Raphael wants to do to you.
His hand grips the nape of your neck, pinning you down to the bed, his thumb lightly brushing the column of your throat, a silent warning not to move, or else…
The air was thick with the scent of brimstone, cherries and the fresh scent of the storm just outside. The smell of it all making you light headed as the room spun around you, your breath hitching in your throat.
“Ra-Raphael~ Let my body sing a melody of devotion and praise to you, my-my patron~! Ah-ha~!!”
He grins, his sharp teeth bared, a wicked smirk that promises only blissful torment, before he sheathes himself completely inside you, a feral groan rumbling in his chest. His hips snapping against yours in a brutal, unrelenting pace.
Each thrust hits a spot so deep inside you, a place no human could reach, and it drives you crazy, the pleasure, the feeling of being stretched so perfectly by his cock, the way his eyes seem to glow with an otherworldly fire, and his wings- they curl around the two of you, cocooning you in his embrace.
And his tail- oh, how his tail curls around your ankle, squeezing ever so slightly, as if he was silently reminding you that no matter where you go, you belong to him, body, mind and soul.
A particularly harsh thrust has you crying out, your back arching, the movement pushing your chest forward against his squishing them together.
He snarls, the sight of you- the feel of you, writhing beneath him, making his heart beat faster, and his cock twitch inside you.
Your walls clench around him, and it's almost too much, the way you feel so tight… You were nothing like Haarlep- no you were everything he needed. Haarlep was made to fit his needs but you- you were perfect. Your insides taking the shape of his cock as if you were molded just for him.
The storm outside is but a reflection of the passion within the boudoir, the sanctuary you find in each other's arms. No words needed, as you feel Raphael's hand release your throat, trailing down between the valley of your breasts and to your belly.
He leans down, his breath ghosting against the shell of your ear, and the low timbre of his voice makes you shiver,"Cum for me, my little songbird~"
With that, he gives one final, forceful thrust, his lips claiming yours in a heated, passionate kiss.
Your orgasm rips through you, and the sound you make, the way your whole body tenses as you arch your back, is enough to send Raphael over the edge with you.
You feel his seed spilling into you, and it's a euphoric feeling, being filled with his warmth, knowing he chose to give this pleasure to you, and you alone.
The moment lingers, as he collapses beside you, his tail still curled possessively around your ankle, a reminder of who owns you, and who owns him.
His head rests against the pillow, his hair splayed across it like a hellish halo, and the smile he gives is one of adoration, his eyes warm, and his smile genuine. He is at peace with you, his little songbird, his warlock, his mouse~
The room is silent, save for the sound of his the storm outside, his breathing and your own ragged pants, the two of you basking in the afterglow...
You play with his hair, his sleeping face peaceful and relaxed, his expression almost boyish- innocent. You can't help but smile at the sight, your fingers still brushing through his hair.
You can't imagine ever leaving him- not even for a moment. You would gladly follow him wherever he does, forever thankful you signed a contract with such a devil.
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