IM GOING OUT TONIGHT AND ITS NINE NICH NAILS SPOTLIGHT SO I HAVE TO LOOK CUNTY AF BUT WHAT DO I WEAR?!?!?!
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SANTACALAVERA -- an indie, selective LA MUERTE from THE BOOK OF LIFE with major inspiration from mexican mythos. Very canon divergent and crossover/oc friendly! Written by Leche! Please Like ( ♥ ) or Reblog ( ↻ ) so I can find partners?
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≥ INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @hellhunted_
Fingers are tangled into hounds hair, tugging at it somewhat needing, hungrily- there was a certain desperation in movements as he clutched at locks. Coarse, rough, before hands instead slid to cup at jaw. Pipped with stubble and tanned, nails dug against the skin as lips crushed against immortals over and over again. ' Ig...Ig.... 'breathless sounds, perched in the others lap. The makeouts had been innocent at first, both of them still fully clothed, though avian was half hard and grinding against the others pants now that things had gotten more intense. ' I love you... '
the bird had always been such a good boy, listening and doing anything and everything the older had told him; and even the things he didn't, things that were solely written upon scarred visage. even now, as he'd coaxed the other to crawl into his lap with little more than a simple curl of fingers, had him smirking, all smug.
at first his touches were faint and feather-soft, barely ghosting over pale skin as he teasingly tugged at shorts, toyed with lover's shirt. the grin against naoto's own lips was unmistakeable and sure to be felt, teasing in the way he nipped at pale lips and only caused the falcon to want him more, when the amount of attention he was getting now was barely sufficent. it made him chuckle; a noise that was quick to be swallowed by the over-eager boy, in petulant hopes of getting the demon to take it seriously.
" i know, i know, " he cooed softly in response to the repeat of his name, first a bit demanding, then a bit more desperate once larger palms had tightened their hold onto slender frame at last— gripping hard at hips and yanking the youth down against his own, further accentuated by the way he leaned much harder into any subsequent kisses, as if trying to take over control, but... just barely so. just to give the bird exactly what he wanted— or was there more? " mm? " a quiet hum, eyes narrowing and head tilting a bit as they briefly separated for air. his own features were a tad flushed from the lack of oxygen— but they could not compare to naoto's own, pulling forth yet another sadistic grin.
hands wandered lower yet, thumbs hooking into the band of shorts, pulling at them somewhat clumsily, like they were in the way, while the rest of his claws dug into ass, enough to leave behind red marks. a pull to spread cheeks in some measure of underlying desire.
" i love you, too, pretty boy, " he murmurred back, voice low and raspy, caught somewhat in his throat as he nipped at tiers, pulling them between sharpened teeth before trailing southwards, licking along jaw. wandering maws were a temporary thing, quick to return to lover's own mouth time and time again, to silence any possible complaints— verbal or not, he knew naoto had them, if he wasn't getting exactly what he wanted.
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