Gabriel De Luca

Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and. . . Fucking.

♧The hothead of the pack.
♧Struggles with IED disorder and shifting.
♧Fated to be with Thea.
♧Mature themes

When hell freezes over, I’ll play hockey there too.

Country boy born and raised. A bit of a playboy. Center and Captain for the Reapers Hockey team. One day, Noa Karrington will admit I am the highlight of her day. Banter welcome. Mature themes.

꧁𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦r꧂

୨୧ 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘌𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

୨୧ 𝘗𝘳𝘦-𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘓

୨୧ (𝘕)𝘚𝘍𝘞/ 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴

↻ & დ’s

“𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺, 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴.”

↻†♡’s

Life is gamble, It's harsh and painful most of the time, and it's not for the timid.

✞The king is fucking back!
✞Head of the North family.
✞No dms without asking.
✞Open to banter and storylines.
✞ Planned and ship story.

I don't suffer from my insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.

An angel to some, a devil to most. The monster hiding under your bed. Known by the public as The Devil's Hand. My little bird has become my next obsession. Mature themes. 21+RP ONLY.

~~☆☍ Peyton DeLuca☆☍~~

25• Nurse• Coffee Lover•
Impulsive• Daddy Issues•
Triggers•Running from my past•

↻ & ♥’s

ੈ♡˳ 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶”𝒩𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶” ੈ♡˳

“𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕀 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕝𝕪.

ℙ𝕣𝕖-ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕊𝕝 • 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤• (ℕ)𝕊𝔽𝕎

ᥫ᭡ ༒↻’s

Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and. . . Fucking.

♧The hothead of the pack.
♧Struggles with IED disorder and shifting.
♧Fated to be with Thea.
♧Mature themes.

The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside.

Call me, Maverick. Former Navy fighter pilot. Sgt. at arms within the, Deadly Sins MC. She will be mine again. Planned story. Mature and dark themes. 21+ role-play.

Anyone around?

I hope your day treats you well.

Thank you as well.

That to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

The forgotten De Luca son. Depraved asshole with noting to lose and everything to gain. Known as, Diavolo. Mature themes. Banter welcome.

a painting of the sun shining through the clouds ALT: a painting of the sun shining through the clouds

Step into the heart of the Lone Star State, where tradition meets ambition. Whether you're chasing dreams at Standish University, unraveling mysteries in Moonshade Hollow, or forging your legacy in Aeredale, the possibilities are endless.

▷21+RPG|OCs welcomed◁

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I'm over it being 25 degrees outside.

The alpha Stone. I give a whole new meaning to ‘Animal Attraction’. Mature themes. 21+ role-play.

Part of @texastalesrpg.bsky.social

I can go from furry to naked in 1.3 seconds.

♧The hothead of the pack and newest member.
♧Struggles with IED and shifting.
♧Fated to be with Noelle North even if she doesn't know it.
♧Mature themes
♧Banter welcome
♧Ask to dm

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Hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving tomorrow.

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softly, brushing a stray hair from her forehead. Her eyes flutter closed, and for the first time in weeks, I feel something other than despair. It’s faint, barely there, but it’s enough to make me hold on for another day.

figure this out. I’ll keep the papers, keep my options open, but deep down, I know I’m not letting her go. She’s all I’ve got, and as much as it scares the hell out of me, maybe I’m all she’s got too. “Guess we’re stuck with each other, huh?” I say >

The DNA test will tell me if she’s mine, but it won’t tell me how to be a father. It won’t tell me how to protect her from this life or how to stop feeling like I’m in over my head every second of the day. All I know is that Addison is here now, and she’s not going anywhere, at least not until I >

been on this earth a full year. I think about Lilith, about the hole she left behind when she walked out of my life. I thought I’d hit rock bottom after she disappeared, but now I’m not so sure. Addison’s presence feels like a lifeline, even if it’s one I’m not sure I’m strong enough to hold onto.>

the edge of the couch with her in my arms. Her tiny fingers grab at my shirt, holding on like I’m her whole world. It’s terrifying “What the hell am I supposed to do with you, huh?” I ask her not expecting an answer. She just stares at me, those big eyes too damn knowing for someone who hasn’t even>

counter and try not to drop it as I head to her. My hands aren’t made for this. They’re made for fists, for weapons, for deals in dark alleys not for cradling a baby. But somehow, when I pick her up, she settles almost immediately. “Yeah, kid. I know,” I murmur, sitting on>

what it’s like to grow up in a world where no one gives a damn about you. I can’t do that to her, not when she’s already been left on a doorstep once. Addison stirs in her crib, a little whimper that quickly escalates into a full-blown wail. I grab the bottle off the >