"behind closet doors" rankmaid-sensei (tags: Crowbar/Diamonds Droog, hidden sex, #nsfw, #violence, pitchfling, pitchfic, dont get caught, thats what youre for diamonds, top vs top, m/m, archive rating: E) summary: droog and seven mysteriously go missing during a party multiple anonymous requesters droogs lips travelled up crowbars neck feverishly, their bodies crushed tightly to one another in the small manor closet he huffed out a trembling groan between soft inhales, memorizing allspice and sandalwood clinging to number 7s fuzz "i dont have much time," droog mumbled quickly, hands working at the bright green belt that kept crowbar away from him "you never needed that much time before," crowbar groaned with a frustrating laugh, earning a rough shove from droog that sent the felt member slamming into the wall their lips crashed together in a hasty dance, crowbar letting out a small hiss of approval from his gills towards the sound of rustling fabric and the feeling of droogs hands reaching down between their middles "are you even listening to me? i know you have difficulty understanding directions, so ill say it slow: *turn around,*" droog said impatiently, pulling back a bridge of sticky saliva still connected to the thickness of sevens pale tongue as the kiss broke "fuck you mean turn around? *you* turn your ass around," seven shoved back, causing droogs body to freeze and his gaze to tear upwards "what did you just say?" the sounds in the closet turned from hushed moans to rabid barks, fragile items stored away with them shattering on the ground and being knocked over a few punches later, droog was on the ground with his body forced downwards a cheek pressed hard into the well-polished marble by a bright green hand on the back of his head, droogs knees holding his lower half up to meet perfectly with crowbars hips he felt a clothed grind and just near bit his own tongue off droog needed a cigarette "stopped fighting so soon, must wanna take it tonight," seven muttered smugly, bright red staining his mouth as his other hand drew droogs hips tighter to his front "go fuck yourself," droog snarled back, vision flashing white as he received a sharp crack to the back of the head "thats what youre for, diamonds" droog really needed a fucking cigarette ◆7◆ clovers adorable little body skidded to a stop hed been sent out to find just where seven scurried off to! the boss wanted everyone at the party to be on their best behaviors, and skulking around was certainly not best behavior "seven! are you in there? youre needed back at the party pronto!" clover called out curiously, knocking on the door a shaking voice called out from the other side "yeah, yeah i-im... fucking... c-cu–... coming." 7◆7 notes: kyaaa the party was so fun! im so glad i was able to go and i hope another is hosted soon! chitfic unrelated
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nonononono im going to visit him soon equius dont do this please for me for aradia please
D --> His support notwithstanding, I have no intention, and even lesser interest, in this sort of vulgarity D --> Your behavior on Chittr has been terribly D --> 1000d
YOU ARE A LIMP-SPINED LITTLE SHIT. YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT? IF THERE WAS EVER A WAY WE COULD ROUND UP AND RANK ALL OF THE SQUAWKBEAST SHIT COWARDS ON THE PLANET, YOU'D BEAT LITERALLY EVERY OTHER SORRY FUCK BY AN ASTRONOMICAL UNIT. FUCK YOU, AND FUCK THE SWEATY CUSTODIAN THAT CARRIED YOU OUT OF THE TRIAL SITE. THERE IS *LITERALLY* NOT A MORE DETESTABLE PERSON ON THIS WEBSITER THAN GOD DAMN YOU!
D --> You certainly have a rather large synta% Mr. Vantas for someone who doesn't say much of substance D --> Rest assured there is nothing about me that is limp