♠ hated by @diamondsDroog
@scratchDoctor wants me to cum so bad it makes him look stupid. #nsfw
boxcars steals genitals. #nsfw
you call that for free. how's your arm doing.
That was quite fun. I hope nobody needed that warehouse or anything inside.It wasn't especially well guarded.
"unluckys charms" rankmaid-sensei (tags: Diamonds Droog/Crowbar, dersite/leprechaun, rivals, charms mention, violence, old man yaoi, sadomasochism, flashbacks, #nsfw, top vs top, #gore, #nsfwe in just case due to violence, complicated relationship, just cmere already, scentplay, archive rating: M) summary: everythings coming up, diamonds requested by anonymous things have been complicated for a while when crowbar lands on his back, its rough and tactless. bright red sticking to the soft green fibers of his body, painting him just how droog likes best he clicks his tongue against sharp teeth, cocking his head to the side as he stares down at the pathetic state of unlucky number seven "get up" droog grunts in disappointment as he pulls out his deck, rage flashing in crowbars bright green eyes the only retort before he lunges crowbar tastes blood and see balloons the hunt begins just as it always does, again and again, with both deadset on the prize metal crashing bluntly into bodies, bullets flying, adrenaline pumping at the same pace that blood pours weakly from wounds when he finally gets on top, crowbar can take only a moment to appreciate his victory as droog gnashes his teeth and finds purchase in a throat the scent of clean wool and used baize fills droogs senses, the smell turning sour as crowbars blood begins to fill his jaws the smell takes him back droogs arms looped around crowbars body from behind, crushed against one another hard and tight as he buried his face into his rivals neck and groaned with exertion the warmth of crowbars tongue the way he sounded on top of him just like he was now are the noises they make now so different from then? droog is too caught off guard by the memory to process the swing of an arm, vision blurring white as impact is made his smooth black face is covered with a mix of their blood, twisted into a tired grimace as he watches crowbar retreat to find something heavy something worthy enough to make droog suffer through stars the same way he does "get... up..." crowbar spits, turning back around and pausing in shock at the sight that awaits him droogs on the ground with his legs spread lazily "just cmere already" a pot of gold notes: kyaaa thank you for the request!
She gas on my lean until I
They call it gasoline because the gas makes you lean. Or something.