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answer2jeff · 1 month ago
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despite everything, we're here. ☘︎
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summary — carmen is starved. his desire is violent, and his violence is desired. he needs you. despite his busy schedule, he makes time for you.
moot mentions: @carmenberzattosgf @sexyyounglatinoboy @febris-amatoria
warnings : slow start, SMUT (minors DNI), porn with no plot, slapping (f!receiving) brief public sexual encounter, fingering (f!receiving), hickeys, biting, hair pulling, desperate + rough sex, crying, choking, praise, degradation, ultimately passionate and loving. made this one for the true yearners.
the sight in the bathroom mirror of the restaurant is sickly sweet. carmen's hand sliding between the plush of your thighs, fingers caressing the soft inner flesh...it's enough to make your stomach turn and your heart pump with the same blood that's rushing to your boyfriends erect cock that's pressing against your ass.
your hands grab the corners of the white marble sink as you fall to pieces at the sound of carmen's voice against your ear, his breath feeling hot and wet. as the hand that once nestled between your quads moves up to the crown of your pussy, ready to rub your clit in slow circles, he uses his unoccupied hand to shuffle underneath your t shirt and grope the meat of your breast. he squeezes tightly, pinching your hardening nipple with his thumb and index finger. he relishes in the surprised, incoherent noises you make the faster he stimulates your clit and the firmer his hand grows on your tit.
god, how the two have you have been dying for a moment like this. sure, sleepy fucks in the early mornings before he would get ready for another long day at what was just barely becoming the bear were nice. his cock would just gently caress your g spot and only inch near your cervix when you were absolutely close. his lips would be pressing kisses into your temples his hand keeping your leg lifted so he could thrust into you while you were lying down. but you needed more. a risky fuck as your back ached from the uncomfortable standing position just didn't suffice. tonight was finally your chance to get what you, and what carmen knew in his heart you deserved.
your frustrated face in the reflection of the water stained mirror contorted by pleasure is enough to tell carmen what you need.
"you want daddy to take you home, baby?" he coos to you, brushing your hair out of your face and pecking the side of your flushed cheek. carmens hand withdrawals stubbornly from your pussy and his grip of your breast has loosened into a gentle touch. you know he's taunting you, but it feels so warm to be held like this, filthy and practically begging for someone to walk in on the two of you despite everyone going home for the night.
your mind is so crowded by the fantasy that awaits you in his apartment that you can only get yourself to nod desperately, babbling nonsense. carmen can only draw a few conclusions of "please," and "wanna feel you in me," but it's more than enough before he rushes you to the car.
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waiting has always been difficult for you two. you're practically writhing in greed for his touch, the pool of arousal in your panties only getting more and more saturated as his hand rubs the inner flesh of your thigh. he's made it a point to give it a squeeze at every red light, almost as if he's saying "be patient, almost there." his cock hardens as flashes of everything he wants to do to you attack his mind. he clears his throat, simply wanting to savor all of this.
your face glows in the red light, hiding your blemishes and making your eyes pop against your soft skin. once it turns green, carmen makes the beautiful mistake of watching the color bring out your little moles and the lines around your smile that have grown from laughing until your ribs hurt with this man.
"carmen—" you urge him, tapping his bicep. he shakes the awe off and steps on the gas.
he laughs, embarrassed. the apples of his cheeks are turning pink against his fair skin. a hand reaches to cover his mouth.
"sorry," he bites his lip to stifle his chuckle, "you were distracting the driver."
"by doing what? i was just sitting here!" you banter back, shaking your head in pretend disappointment.
"exactly. that's all you had to do."
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the way carmen practically shoves you into the crawl space that is his humble apartment is just borderline animalistic. it's sloppy and it's scattered. his hands roam from your face, traveling down to your waist, and grabbing the flesh of your ass as he has you walk backwards until you fall into the plush heaven of his bed. his lips feel like feather-light strokes against yours, battling with teeth and tongue until he pulls away impatiently.
he fumbles with the button of his pants, wiggling out of them and kicking them somewhere where he knows he'll struggle to find them in the morning. you're sprawled out on the mattress, your hair falling perfectly and your arms on either side of your head, hands balled up in excited fists. carmen drinks this image of you, unbuttoning your short-sleeved black uniform shirt you wore to work that day. your breasts look supple and tender beneath your black bra. his staring only lasts for a split second before he tears off your matching pants, pouncing for your neck and sucking reddish purple hickeys all over your spotless skin.
"finally," he exhales into your hair that smells like floral shampoo and cigarettes, "you've been bare for fuckin' weeks."
seeing your pretty throat completely untouched ate at him on the days he wished he could just pull you into his office, pushing all of his paperwork off the tiny desk him and Nat shared and fucking you right then and there. this is his chance.
"you know how long i've been waiting—" he interrupts himself to place another bruise of affection on the right side of your neck, relishing in the sound of your little giggles that melt into moans of flushed arousal.
"—to have you like this? huh, angel?" carmen grunts, lifting his head from the comfort of your shoulder. he grabs your hips, pulling you towards him and aligning the bulge in his boxers with your clothed, warm pussy. the way his rough hands treat you like you could break beneath him is so entrancing. this moment is so tender.
"i know baby," you comfort him, your hand grazing over his forearm.
"I wanna see you—wan..."
carmen is interrupted again, this time by the honest look in your eyes. the look that tells him you need him, and you're not willing to be sweet about it anymore.
"what's that baby? speak up."
now you've done it. there was no going back now.
"be good f'me n' take this off. now."
his tone changes. it's demanding. he pulls the strap of your bra, letting it slap your skin on the way back down. the small cry that leaves your mouth has him teetering to the edge even more. you listen, sitting up just enough so you could reach your arm behind you, undoing the clasp. it's slow and purposeful. you want carmen to ache waiting for you. blue eyes watch your every move intently, and his dick is so hard it fucking hurts.
"don't play this fuckin' game with me, sweet girl. you've been so good all week," carmen snatches the bra from your manicured hand, throwing it behind him.
"you've been so good lately. why start now, huh? you wanna piss me off, that it?" he pesters you, grabbing you by your chin with just 3 fingers, forcing you to look him in the eye. his grip is so strong you can't kiss him to shut him up.
"I—"
suddenly, he lets go of your chin. you think you're free to cause your typical bratty chaos...but the palm of carmen's then unoccupied hand meets your cheek with a slap the second you blink. it's enough to sting, and enough to make your pussy pulsate. he thumbs your bottom lip, probing around the exposed inner flesh of it with the tip of his finger.
"what's that? use your words. i know you can," he mocks your former words.
now his hand is wrapped around your throat, hardly squeezing. and before you can try to answer again and regain your dignity, carmens hand has already reached around your torso and flipped you over completely. the moment your red cheek meets the pillow, you've somehow grown even hornier than before with the knowledge of what comes next. carmen's thick index and middle finger probe at your slit. you arch your back in response, having your ass fully in view for him.
"wow," carmen praises you, gently removing your panties and letting them pool at your ankles, "didn't even have to ask you to do that."
he kisses the small of your back, reaching around and prodding his fingers into your mouth to lubricate them. before you know it, his digits are deep inside your cunt, caressing your g spot and warming you up for what you've been waiting for all this time.
"just fuck me already—" you whine impatiently before carmen starts to wrap your hair around his hand, giving it a tug to remind you of your place. your stomach flutters with horny butterflies.
"i'm gettin' there."
he's had enough. carmen's hand presses on your lower back to reduce the arch. he hovers over you, letting go of your hair and instead wrapping his hand around your throat again. this time, the pressure makes you nervous. his grip is stronger. his lips are barely against your ear as he begins to whisper.
"but since you wanna be the brat that you love to be," he presses into your neck even tighter, "despite both of us knowing you're a needy little slut who loves this, convince me."
your mind goes blank.
"convince you?"
"yes baby," he kisses the cartilage of your ear, "convince me." before you can think of your next choice of words, your lovers teeth are digging into your shoulder which is then soothed by a sultry kiss. god, you feel like you could cum right now from all of this, and you're not sure how carmen has held out for this long until you hear him shuffling to pull his boxers down.
"carmen—"
"nope," he aligns his dick with your pussy, his precum coating your folds as he teases your desperate cunt that is just dripping for him. the head of his cock slides up and down before rubbing circles near your clit. "wrong answer. try again."
you've accepted your fate.
"please," you cry hoarsely, "please daddy. i'll be so fuckin' good—just fuck me."
"good job baby girl." you can practically hear the amusement in his voice. you wish you could see his smug fucking face right now, but you know exactly why he has you in this position; so your pretty eyes can't weaken him again. "such a good girl for daddy, aren't you?"
you played his little game and you won him over. finally, he pulls your hips closer, slowly pushing his tip inside of you. you're so slippery with need that he has to be careful not to shove his length all the way in. the hand that was once around your throat smacks your ass as he starts with slow, deep strokes against your g spot. he grunts, feeling your hole tighten around his dick when he slows down. your face is pressed against the pillow again, and the grip of your hands on the sheets grows stronger the faster he pumps you.
"oh, oh fuck," that familiar whimper rings in your ears. there's your sweet boy, drunk by the heaven of your pussy. he's deep in now, sliding quickly and slamming you full the millisecond you feel empty again. every thrust brings out a louder, more desperate sound out of you.
"i fuckin' love you," he wails, chuckling as you struggle to say it back between sobs of pleasure.
carmen's hand sneaks underneath and presses on your lower abdomen as he continues fucking you senseless. it nearly kills you with pleasure. you're screaming his name as you feel your orgasm inch closer and closer. thank god you taught him that little trick.
"fuck baby—" carmen practically sobs, his chest heaving and sweat dripping from his forehead, "i'm so fuckin' close. you take me so well, like a good little whore."
his mumbles are nearly incoherent now, and hot tears prick at your eyes and fall down your face.
"i'm gonna cum, bear, fuck—" you groan into the pillow again with frustration. that tight feeling in your stomach and your pussy fluttering has already come.
"go on, cum on daddy's cock."
as if your souls had intertwined the way your bodies did, carmen cums inside of your warm pussy, crying out your name as white streams of his seed paint your walls. you reach your end just seconds later, being left completely destroyed and out of breath. just like he intended.
you nearly collapse before carmen catches you. you're on your back again, and his hands cradle your pretty face that's all hot and stained with tears. you can finally see his face again. he presses a kiss against your forehead before rushing to grab a towel, but you stop him.
"carm, wait," you whine. he comes back with an eyebrow raised, worried that you're hurt.
"what's a'matter, baby?" carmen soothes you, his hands grazing over your legs and massaging them once he notices they're shaking just the tiniest bit from how hard he fucked you.
"just missed your face," you coo, puckering your lips for a kiss.
he smiles, reaching down to kiss you back.
"missed yours too."
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randomtacoscry · 2 months ago
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Icemav/Hangster Sister Edits ARE HERE
(this one's also pretty loud so put your device on like 2)
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cassyapper · 19 days ago
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Jotaro grunts as they get to their room and, as Joseph warned, there is only one queen sized bed. His only solace is that Joseph and Polnareff will be dealing with the same predicament. There only being one hotel in a drive-through town makes their room choices limited…
He sighs, setting his bag down on the floor of one side of the mattress, Kakyoin silently taking the other.
Kakyoin digs through his duffel then, likely for his pajama set given the hour, the blue of dusk fading to the purple of night through the window, while Jotaro scans the length of the bed, then himself, considering if his full length will fit. Kakyoin's not the shortest guy either, he muses as he watches Kakyoin return to his full height from his duffel, his pajamas in hand.
Jotaro hums, moving to sit on the bed, only for Hierophant to manifest and gently hold him back by the shoulder.
He jumps, whipping his head up, and Kakyoin smiles, amused, before saying, "Hey, we're gonna sleep there. Try not to lie down on the bed until we're both showered, okay?"
Jotaro grunts. "You've never cared if I shower before sitting down before."
Kakyoin raises a brow, snorting. "We've never shared a bed before." Jotaro shudders, hair rising along the back of his neck. "Come on, I don't want to sleep on dusty sheets." Jotaro grimaces at the description, his skin suddenly itching.
"Don't say it like that..." Jotaro grumbles then, and Kakyoin raises a brow.
"Dusty sheets?"
Face heating up a bit, Jotaro scowls, crossing his arms. "No."
Kakyoin's brows pinch, gaze scanning over him, and Jotaro squirms. "What, then?"
"Don't act like an idiot," Jotaro tries to bite, but his voice wavers, and Kakyoin's face screws up a bit. Jotaro ducks his head, tugging the brim of his hat down. "Look, I won't sit on the bed until I shower. So you should go first and-"
"Sharing a bed?"
Jotaro goes still.
Kakyoin blinks in Jotaro's periphery, before he snorts. Jotaro whips his head up, embarrassment riding up his spine, making him grit his teeth against its waves.
"What?" He snaps, and Kakyoin just snorts again. "It was weird to say!"
Kakyoin snickers, but his eyes are crinkled with his smile, and some of the anger in Jotaro's chest falters. The embarrassment certainly doesn't, though. "I won't- kehehe, I won't say it again, but why does it bother you so much?" Kakyoin giggles.
Jotaro glares at him, letting out a harsh exhale, before he ducks his head again, adjusting his arms against his chest. "Just... It makes us sound like we're..." his voice gets hushed, almost in a whisper, "... married... or something..."
Kakyoin blinks, lips parting, and some color sinks into his cheeks then, and Jotaro feels a little vindicated.
But then he says, "Jeez, Jojo, you think about us getting married often?" And Jotaro's back to being the reddest in the room, tugging his hat down over his eyes so sharply he almost rips it off.
"Good fucking grief-" Jotaro shakes. "Kakyoin-"
Kakyoin giggles again, and it's such an ugly sound, Jotaro wishes it wouldn't set his blood on fire. But, he supposes, he already feels much too warm, and at least this is a nicer heat than that of embarrassment.
Unfortunately, such a thought only brings some shame into the mix, and Jotaro rolls his eyes viciously at himself.
"Why- why would I think about us getting married?" Jotaro spits out, trying to get away from his thoughts. "We're both men."
Kakyoin raises a brow at him again and Jotaro sort of wishes he would stop doing that, because everything in his body cavity from the top of his chest to the seat of his hips feels like liquid. "It's not legal at home, sure, but people still find ways to get functionally married," Kakyoin says.
Jotaro feels like he's skipped the last step of a stairwell. "Huh?"
Kakyoin studies him for a moment, and Jotaro wishes he would drop it. He wishes for once, Kakyoin would leave well enough alone and shrug, take his shower, and let Jotaro drown out his embarrassment with a cold shower of his own.
Kakyoin's not his friend because he behaves accordingly, though.
"Jotaro... men get married," Kakyoin says. Jotaro sort of wants to take off his coat, with how much he's sweating, but the thought of showing any skin right now makes his heart jump to his throat, so he keeps it on.
"With- with wives," Jotaro agrees, frowning at his own shakiness. What, exactly, is he so nervous about?
Kakyoin tilts his head. "With other men," he clarifies, and for some reason, Jotaro feels a shot of adrenaline.
"How?" Jotaro asks, voice a little too desperate, and he turns then, sick of humiliating himself. He shoves his hand into his pocket, pulls out his cigarettes and lighter, and moves to the window, shoving it open with his free hand and sitting stiffly in an old wooden chair placed nearby, technically going with a desk in the corner.
It’s quiet as Jotaro flips the lip of his carton open and slides a cigarette out. He clicks his lighter to life, brings it to the end of his cig, and inhales. The smoke swirls into his lungs and Jotaro holds onto the burn, trying to will all his embarrassment to join it as he exhales it out, coughing slightly.
He jumps when Kakyoin’s hand is on his shoulder then, whipping his head up. Kakyoin raises his hands in a surrendering gesture, and Jotaro sighs. Eying him, Kakyoin sits down on top of the desk, the old wood creaking underneath his weight.
They stare at one another for a second, and Jotaro takes another drag, spitting his smoke outside the window.
“Does it… bother you?” Kakyoin asks quietly.
Jotaro blinks, turning back to Kakyoin. “What?”
Kakyoin sends him a flat look, but still answers, “Men getting married. To other men.”
Jotaro is shaking his head no before he realizes, and he freezes, gritting his teeth at his own anxiety. “No, I- no.”
Kakyoin stares at him, hard, eyes scraping over every pore in Joaro’s face it feels like, and Jotaro adjusts in his seat, glancing back outside to avoid the ultraviolet of Kakyoin’s gaze. Finally, Kakyoin’s brows pinch, and he leans forward a bit. “Then what’s wrong?”
“Just-” Jotaro shakes his head. What was wrong? What wasn’t wrong? His mom is dying halfway across the world and his soul is a ginormous purple monster of incredible strength, he needs to kill or be killed by the most insane people he’s ever seen, and the boy in front of him makes him so twisted up inside Jotaro’s half convinced he’s developing an acute form of scoliosis. Jotaro sucks in a breath. “I just didn’t know that was… allowed.”
Kakyoin’s brows pinch further. “... Allowed?”
Jotaro sucks in another breath of cigarette smoke instead of clarifying.
Kakyoin stares at him before leaning back again. “Jotaro, you know gay people just… exist?”
“I know-” Jotaro sucks in a breath. “I just-” Am I allowed to look at you like this? Are you allowed to make me feel like this?
Kakyoin tilts his head, and his bang swings, and Jotaro’s fingers twitch, his cigarette nearly slipping out of his hand. He fumbles, catching it, only to hiss and he burns himself with the filter. He shoves the cigarette into his mouth and crosses his arms, glaring at the floor. Kakyoin politely ignores it, but he does bring a hand to his mouth. Jotaro glares at the glossy wooden paneling.
“Jotaro,” Kakyoin prompts, and Jotaro’s shoulders hunch up to his ears, but he glances up at Kakyoin’s face anyway. He wonders when he became so obedient when it came to Kakyoin, and he shudders at the thought. “You know it’s not something that needs permission, right?”
Jotaro twitches. The ash in his throat is making his mouth dry.
“Jotaro,” Kakyoin continues, and Jotaro jerks again, “do you know men can just- love other-?”
“Kakyoin,” Jotaro interrupts, his voice hoarse from the smoke, and Kakyoin stops talking. Jotaro takes a few inhales of his cigarette, his nose burning, before he brings a hand to his mouth and takes it out again. “I just- I never- I never see it?” It sounds juvenile, but Jotaro isn’t sure how else to explain.
Kakyoin’s face softens a little then and Jotaro twitches again, his skin itching. “It’s not really broadcasted, no, but,” Kakyoin shrugs then, leaning back on his palms, and Jotaro tries not to think. “It still happens. People can still meet… and fall in love…” Kakyoin’s cheeks get a little pink then, and Jotaro really tries not to stare, but he’s exhausted and enraptured and scared and he can’t look away. “And even if it’s not… conventional, they can still get their happy endings.” Kakyoin locks eyes with Jotaro then, and Jotaro’s breath hitches in his throat. “And even then… you know you don’t need to get married to be in love? Again, unconventional, but it’s still an option… The love is there either way, just like with a man and woman.”
Kakyoin tilts his head and Jotaro’s starting to wonder if he’s doing it on purpose, to make his bang swing like that, to make it caress his face and make Jotaro twitch like he’s being electrocuted. “We’ve never been the most conventional people in the first place anyway, huh, Jotaro?” He murmurs, and Jotaro damn near falls out of the chair with how hard he shudders before he stands up, breathing noticeably.
Kakyoin raises a brow, but doesn’t move, and Jotaro feels like this is all entirely unfair. He spits out his cigarette, drops it, and scrapes it into a pile of ash on the hotel floor.
Kakyoin’s wide mouth curls into an amused smirk. “Owner won’t like that.”
Jotaro shrugs. “I’m going to shower,” he says gruffly.
Kakyoin chuckles. “You never answered me, you know.”
Jotaro pauses, glancing at Kakyoin.
Kakyoin smiles lazily. “You think about us getting married often, Jotaro?”
Jotaro slams open the bathroom door and Kakyoin cackles. “I think about you shutting up often,” he snaps over his shoulder, and Kakyoin just snickers, the echo of it following him even as he closes the door.
Jotaro sighs, bracing his hands on the sink as he breathes for a second, looking down at the drain as his guts, fuzzy and warm and swirled up, try to separate and regain their independence again. Kakyoin jumbles him up so bad.
Men can meet… fall in love… Get married, or not… The love is still there either way.
Jotaro shudders. Fucking Kakyoin.
He turns on the shower to the coldest setting he can stand.
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ghosthoodie · 1 year ago
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pleas draw acht all the time forever and ever i love this drawinty. im gonna EXPLODE b!!!!!!
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SOME MORE ACHT FOR YOU…ive been drafting my own design for them lol
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l3viat8an · 2 years ago
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1- Love your blog (definitely not me being a fan over your work) IT'S AMAZING!!
2- horny demon Brothers + other (if you want) with a poly, innocent and oblivious (fem or nb) mc who just doesn't get why all these demons + others are all over them
( you can skip/trash this if you want)
I've been having a brainrot of this-
Nsfw content MDNI
Ahhh I’m sorry this took so long! ‘n THANK YOU OMGGG <33 i couldn’t think of much for ages, so this is kinda a few things thrown together!
None of them understand it, you always seem so….uninterested when other demons flirt with you.
A few of them Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon, Solomon & probably Asmo see it more as you trying not to openly turn others away, after all you already have him/them! What more could you need?
But then there are times where you don’t seem to get ‘the hint’ when one of them tries making a move.
Instead you smile and take them literally.
Like the time Asmo and Solomon took you to the club, dirty dancing and having a few fruity drinks.
To them it’s sooo obvious they’re trying to get you into bed, but when Asmo asked if you’d like to “Head somewhere private and have some real fun~?” you just asked “What’s more fun then dancing?” and started dragging Solomon back onto the dance floor-
Solomon had to tell you literally that they wanted to have sex and you just stood there confused.
In the end you all ended up in Solomon’s bed anyways!! Cuddling-
That happens a lot actually-
One or more of the boys spend all day trying to sweet talk and flirt his way into bed with you and then you start actually falling asleep before anything can happen.
More then once, (the boy of your choice) has, had to get back out of bed to jack off in the bathroom and go back to bed and cuddle you. It’s a hard life
Don’t even get me started on all the ways you tease them!
Just walking around in your day to day clothes feels like teasing to them-
But then there’s the times you’ll praise them, like when you told Mammon he did amazing getting an A+ in math and even gave him a few little kisses on the cheek, before turning to walk away.
His mind was going a million miles an hour as his hands reached out to stop, pulling you into his lap and resting his head in bend of your shoulder, lips right by your ear “Ya can’t just do stuff like that and walk off…” huffed against your neck hoping almost praying you’ll clue in this time-
They all love you to death but sometimes, you’re just too much of a tease!! and you don’t even mean to be~
But there are the boys who love how you act!
Like Diavolo just finds it adorable how you don’t really clue into his more suggestive touches, hell you’ll even more closer thinking he just likes having you in his arms (which he does) all the times he’s had you sitting in his lap while he does paperwork and he has to resist the urge to grind you down on his lap. 
After all you look so cute and happy there. He’d just hate to make you uncomfortable. But the thoughts are still there-
and if you do much as wiggle your hips he’s taking that as an invitation, “Sweet MC, are you teasing me?” depending on your answer and if you want too- you’re getting fucked right on top of Diavolo’s desk-
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silkythewriter · 2 years ago
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*jumps through wall* Hello Metal Family Dee and any others with a S/O who basically is the queen of crows cause I’m gonna tame the crows around my house and I must know. Thanks you and I must tend to these unrelated wounds. *jumps through the wall to leave another hole*
//Author note ( ̄▽ ̄): AHHHH it feels so good to write again this request was a nice starter thank you for the ask I absolutely loved this one! And I love crows too their just adorable❤️❤️❤️\(^ヮ^)/ enjoy!! ;3//
Queen of the Crow’s
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You jumped down the stairs of school while humming a small tune. The sun shined bright whilst it set, you shielded you’re eyes with hand and squinted a bit. You heard Dee’s heavy shoes thump on the stairs behind you as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “You alright?” He asked while watching you nod as you chuckled while continuing to walk. “Say where’s your brother? Doesn’t he stand out here for you?” You asked looking around for the redheaded boy in question. “Yea.” Dee scoffed while pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes while shaking his head “god knows what he’s probably up to, i should go find him before my parents drag me about losing him” he said with a heavy sigh. You laughed at his stress while he glared at you, “oh cmon it’s at least a BIT funny” you said while smiling. “Yea sure” he said as he punched your shoulder softly, a soft smile appeared on his face which he tried to hide but failed terribly as you already witnessed the adorable action. But you decided, for his sake to hide that fact. And instead focus on walking to your destination, “mind if i crash at your place for night?” You asked as you turned your head back to him. “At this point you live at my house so might as well not even ask” he said grunting in fake annoyance one which you saw right through.
Screaming was heard a few miles away, which made you and Dee simultaneously turn your heads to face what could be causing such screeching. After finding out what the source was Dee panicked in embarrassment as his brother came racing over to him, which caused you to chuckle at the brothers. “Heavy quite down! You causing a scene” Dee said in a hushed but angry voice which made heavy nod quickly before quieting down. Once he glanced over to you making his eyes light up “Hi Y/n!!” He said with a grin as he rushed over to you and wrapping his small arms around your waist little over your hips as he buried his head in your stomach. “Hey my strong guy!” You said as you laughed and ruffled his hair making him laugh in response as he let go of you and grasped your arm stoping you from ruffling his hair any longer “Stop!” He said laughing as he playfully pushed your hand back towards you. “Alright, alright!” You chuckled holding your hands up slightly, Dee only looked at his brother with glaring eyes before he began to move again, causing heavy to sprint towards him and you to walk behind him. “Y/n!” Heavy yelled put to you causing you to hum in acknowledgment, “can you do that thing with crows? You know the one you showed me last time!” He said causing Dee to turn his head to his little brother taking interest before looking at you in confusion. “What crow thing? Y/n CANT do a crow thing?” Dee huffed, hating the fact he was the only one left out of such detail. You only chuckled awkwardly “Nah, Dee probably just wants to go home, he’ll probably think it’s stupid” you said as you looked a Dee with a soft smile “wha- no- I mean, I wouldn’t mind.. I have time to spare anyway” he said stuttering as he looked away from you while kicking an old can of soda. “Oh alright then!” You said with a grin as you speed walked over to both of them before taking the lead infront of them and leading them to the old grave yard, “what are you doing?” Asked Dee as he watched you carefully, “climbing over the fence, what does it look like I’m doing?” You laughed as you hopped down onto the dead grass, heavy landed closely to you leaving Dee the only one to jump. He only shook his head as he pushed open the unlocked gate and walking through it with ease, making you and heavy stand there as you both let out an “ohhhh” heavy only shrugged “our way was cooler” he said as he walked over to the nearest tree housing hundreds of crows.
“Watch” was all heavy whispered to his brother as you neared the tree making the crows call out as they all flow towards you, many landed on your your out stretched arms as other landed near your feet, one even landed on your head making heavy chuckle “what the..” Dee said as he looked in wonderment at you and your body basically covered with crows, Dee out stretched a finder as you let one on your shoulder step onto it, Dee brought it close as if to inspect it. “How did you..” he said as his words trailed off being left speechless “they really like me I guess” you said with a laugh causing the crowd around you to squawk as almost in a mimic type way. “Your like their crow queen” stated heavy as he walked over with cupped hands making another crown hop off your head and land into his hands “yea!” You chuckled making Dee shake his head “you like my lil trick?” You asked dee as you let your eyes wonder to him making him nod in amazement
“it’s true you are just like their crow queen..”
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epicbubblekitty · 6 months ago
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if you’re still taking requests, could you draw gabellie please :3 ?? i love them smsm
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Them!! Gabellie my beloved <3
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blue-hair-and-angels · 23 days ago
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hold me tight to keep me warm (my body craves you)
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Teen Wolf Chapters: 5/8 Relationship: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Chapter Summary:
“Yes,” Theo breathes out, so shocked by their own stupidity that he could cry. “I thought I made that obvious.”
“Um, you most certainly did not.” Liam exclaims, hands flying out in front of him as he holds them out towards him. Theo doesn’t know whether he’s trying to get him to stop talking or just to placate him. Either way, it’s not working all that well.
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acdc-elektra · 19 days ago
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it's not like i haven't been thinking about it nonstop…
- @d-naaah
//from the prompt list, you have creative control on what way you wanna take it :)
…Do you mean what happened right before the final race, when you uncoupled from me?
Ive… been meaning to apologise about that, truly.
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wasurenaghost · 6 months ago
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sylus, xavier, zayne, & rafayel inspired bracelets, floral collection | (shop)
inspired by their official image flowers, the datura, forget-me-not, jasmine, and flame lily! 🌼
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allyheart707 · 1 year ago
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:D
I drew your little turtles :3
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m33t-m1k0t0 · 2 months ago
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ah…mikoto san? Do you mind if I ask my soulmates initials? (*´ω`*)
-@urfavimu
yes MA'AM !!! do you want to do it on tumblr ? cause we can always go to the rooftop during lunchtime, like what i did with aren !!! <3
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unbeatable-champ · 24 days ago
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*Doctor was walking around, being adorable and curious as per usual, wide eyes darting all about as he walked about Stow-On-Side, licking a swirly lollipop as he paused before the Gym, staring over the towering building with awe*
Leon stood a bit further down, staring at the small city before him on visible confusion. After a moment, he turned, and catching sight of Doctor, grinned and waved.
"Heyup, kiddo! Imagine meeting you again, hm?"
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listen-to-cassandra · 5 months ago
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Cassie? My dearest Cass? My I never thought I’d see you again, Cassandra!
-Apollo @apollo-god-of-prophecy
Good evening Apollo, how have you fared since we last spoke?
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yournormalidiot · 4 months ago
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random question but what is your favourite memory?
OoooOOOoo this is a good question loll idrk my memories shit.
I'd day either a) one time I was talking with my dad in the kitchen, and I was going on about mental health (like depression, anxiety ect) and after I'd done yapping he said "and sometimes we just need a hug" and gave me a hug. (It wqs really sweet cause I don't see him/spend time with him alot cause he's always working lamooo)
Or b) the one and only time I had a bf me and my friend met up and for once in my life I was able to talk about boys and be all excited. I felt normal for once and it was just very comferting lmaoo
Ik this is 2 so sorry loll, What about you though?
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fighting-to-be-loved-rp · 10 hours ago
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Eating chips in the corner while my friends were burning a photo of zeus and duing some sorth of ritual saying random stuff. The loyalty athena has on her father still is grazy girlie cut ties whit them. Also the ithaca fam is trying to be better family towars athena is just shshshshsshhssuywwy dies. You never know how mutch i just wanna hug athena shanna give her head pats and tjtikr. I even found a plushie whic is named athena. Take care of athena please also have a cursed owl photo. Runs off
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(may I humbly inquire if the ritual did anything to the bastard)
Well, it's not exactly that simple, is it? There is no spot on this earth not controlled by my father so I don't have the freedom to leave even if I wanted to. And I know he's caused me a lot of pain but that's what he is like... He is strict and sometimes it feels cruel, but I know what to do to earn his love. If it hadn't been so important, I wouldn't have stepped into his palace at all that night because I knew he was already angry. I wouldn't have gotten hurt if I'd played by the rules.
*Odysseus has held his tongue until now looking more and more pissed off*
No, that's not how that works. Playing by the rules doesn't earn you love because love doesn't play by the rules. There should not be a scenario where he would hurt you, no matter what you did or didn't do.
That's not how things are.
But that doesn't mean it shouldn't be. Why is it so hard for you to accept that you didn't do anything wrong, he did?
I-
*A look of anguish passes over Athena's face*
I don't know.
*Odysseus sighs, then pulls her close.*
I think this Athena also needs a plushie.
*Athena chuckles a little*
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