#sorry its filthy

[dwritesit]

this was supposed to be just a ramble about t4t phantom dew scissoring but it turned into a whole. thing.

unedited, i just wrote this on my breaks at work today lol

tags?: trans ghouls, cunt/pussy/clit/dick/tit used to describe their anatomy, scissoring, puppy as a petname, looots of petnames for tommy

word count: 3244

read under the cut!

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dew coming back from a trip, an errand that ifrit used to take care of and is now dews responsibility. he's tired, pent up from having to go alone, and he misses his mates so much that it drags at him - but its late when he arrives at the abbey so he knows he's going to have to wait until morning for any sort of pack cuddles or... more than that.

he heads right for his room, fumbling to balance all of his belongings while he pushes the door open, and he's met with the most delectable sight.

he nearly drops his bags when the scent hits him like a punch to the nose. lavender and mint, electric on his taste buds as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. the scent burrows into dews gut, quickly burning into heated desire as sweet whimpers tickle his ears.

"what's this, puppy?" dew will ask, slowly setting his things down.

phantom whines at the name, his hips still thrusting against the pillow like an invisible force is moving them. the quintessence ghoul’s cheeks are blotchy, hes been crying, wailing as he gets close to the edge but can never reach the finish line. he didnt register dew at first, so lost in his heat, in the sensation of dews pillow against his little dick, but as soon as he realizes dew is there, the fire ghouls name is flying off his tongue like a reverence.

dew takes in the sight before him. phantom, bare as the day he was summoned, his lilac and white patched skin glinting with sweat. his plush lips were swollen, they looked bitten, chewed with worry as the poor ghoul tried desperately to catch his release and was met only with more need. dark hair, streaked with white at the front was a mess, poking out in all different directions. what really caught dew was phantoms eyes. how his furrowed brow scrunches and precious tears continue to tumble down his soft cheeks as the fire ghoul stares at him.

"please," phantom says shakily. his hips slow, and dews breath catches in his chest as he admires the large, dark patch on his off-white pillowcase. it wont come out, he already knows, its going to smell of the quint ghoul's desire for him until theyre long gone from the earth. dew doesnt care. he plans to shove his face in the pillow after the night is over and breathe it in while he touches himself.

it burns through him, lust, need, want, desperation. like he's pulling phantom's emotions off his shoulders and adding them to his own. it makes him feel lighter, and he wants to pounce and ravage and take the sweet ghoul apart, to make him cry. equally, it fills him with warmth. with passion, love, makes him feel gooey inside to find one of his mates waiting for him like this - that phantom had missed dew just as he had missed him.

so he moves slowly. though his quickly stiffening clit spasms in his boxers. he takes his time, keeping eye contact with phantom, who is beginning to look more curious than distraught, as dew sits down on a bench across from the bed to untie his boots.

phantom stills himself, watching the fire ghoul, waiting for instructions and dew knows it. the room is quiet, and dew also knows how the other ghoul tends to squirm against the lack of rules. hed be desperate to know what sort of game dew is about to play - maybe he will be patient and wait for dew to tell him what is going to happen, or-

"im sorry," it's almost a whisper, voice coarse probably from crying. it makes dew wonder why none of the other ghouls had gotten to the room first, they must have heard the shouts of pleasure throughout the entire hallway lined with their separate bedrooms.

dew clicks his tongue as he slides one boot off and then moves to the other, taking his eyes away from phantom to focus on his task. there was a wet patch spreading through his own underwear, making his fingers shake against the strings. he cant wait to take phantom apart.

"sorry for what, baby boy?"

phantom whines, "your pillow, dewy. i ruined your pillow."

the other boot comes off and hits the floor with a loud thud. dews tail flicks at the nickname he only allows this puppy to use.

"that's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. its just a pillow," dew says as he stands. he shucks off his jacket and tosses it over a chair, but leaves the rest of his clothes on as he approaches the bed. he watches phantoms eyes flick up and down his body, a silent question as to whether or not dew planned to stay clothed. dew doesn't answer it.

"why didn't you ask one of the others to help you? you're in heat." he says instead, and phantoms eyes well up again in response, "did you miss me?"

phantom nods fervently, catching his lower lip on one of his fangs in an attempt to not cry.

"just-just wanted you. needed- need you. it hurts"

dew understands this; many of the ghouls' heats often craved for a specific partner in the beginning, sometimes craving the mate they hadn't been with in a while, or in dew's case, it was always rain who he was bonded with. the heat doesn't settle until it gets what it wants.

dew reaches out to stroke phantom's cheek, and the quintessence ghoul leans into his hand heavily, a crackling purr kicking in instantly as he nuzzles dews skin. dew's own purr spurs to life, filling the silence with their rumbles. he feels good. being needed, being missed. and phantom's openness, some might call naïve, but to dew it was beautiful. the quint ghoul unburdened by shame, wearing all of his emotions on his pretty features, not yet instilled with the insecurities and fears many of the other ghouls gathered during their time on earth. a part of dew aches, remembering how he had once been just as vulnerable, splaying his heart out for all of his lovers - he's grateful for their patience with him now. he's grateful for this ghoul in front of him who doesn't even know yet that one might judge the display of emotions.

"need me to take care of you, sweet bug?" dew asks, bringing his other hand up to cup phantom's face. phantom nods in the hold, his body squirming under dew's watchful eyes. the fire ghoul considers what the next step is, should be. phantom often enjoyed when dew was mean, the back of a hand against his cheek, but tonight felt heavier than that. thick with more than just lust, softer around the edges.

"are you going to be good for me?" dew asks, taking step back, a shiver running down his spine as phantom chases his touch. the way he needs him makes possessiveness spark inside dews chest.

"always," phantom promises. dew takes another step back, just so he can see all of phantom before him. still poised on his knees, cunt pressed to the pillow. dew can tell he's itching for more friction, lilac tail hitting the mattress in quick succession.

"always good for me," dew says, "show me then."

"show you?" phantom tilts his head to the side cutely.

"show me how you were before i got home, tell me what you were thinking about."

phantom swallows visibly, nodding as he mentally prepares, "no teasing right?"

"i wont tease you tonight, sweet bug. just want to see how beautiful you are when you're so desperate for me."

phantom flushes at the words and nods again, more eagerly, "i was..." he grinds down on the pillow softly, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment at the sensation, "i was thinking about you... missed you so much."

"did you miss my cock, baby?" dew gently palms himself through his pants, they were almost soaked through already.

phantom shook his head, "n-no, i mean - yes! always... but i wanted-want just you."

dew stares as phantom rolls his hips down harder. his little patch of hair above his slit is glistening with his slick, the puffiness of his lips are mesmerizing as they drag across the fabric. dews desire to grab and devour is almost as strong as his want to take his time with the other ghoul.

"i was thinking about that-that time when i felt- shit, felt you against me," phantoms words trail off into a moan. dew steps forward, unable to stop himself from lifting phantom's chin so he can swallow the sounds off of his tongue. he kisses him greedily; slow and deep, savoring his sharp, electric flavor, phantom continuing to let out sweet little noises into dew's mouth as he ruts against the pillow. when he lets go, phantom keens loudly.

"can we please?"

"please what, baby boy?" dew knows what.

"dewy, i need to feel you. i need it. it hurts, please."

dew kisses him again, filthier this time, until there's spit dribbling down his chin. he moans into it, which spurs the other ghoul on further, "you need to feel my pussy on yours?"

phantom cries out, hips stuttering at the words, more weak than even dewdrop is to dirty talk. dew knows it, revels in it.

"please, please!" phantom begs.

"want me to ride your sweet little cunt like last time?" dew emphasizes the words by reaching down between them to slide his fingers between phantom's folds. the quintessence ghoul ruts up into his hand, covering it in slick, moans growing louder. the whole abbey must know what they're up to by now. dew grins, thinking about how the other ghouls would be begging for every detail in the morning, probably jerking themselves to all of phantom's desperate noises.

"you have to let the pillow go and help me undress if you want it. can you do that for me, puppy?"

phantom nods quickly, but his body is reluctant as he slowly takes the pillow out from between his thighs. dew lets him take his time, shaky fingers pulling at his shirt buttons and struggling with his zipper. he knows phantom wants to earn it, wants to be good for him, so he lets him. praising him as he goes, drinking in the sight of his blushed cheeks, his wagging tail.

the room is thick with both of their scents by the time dews clothes are fully removed and tossed to some corner. they both breathe it in, phantom's sharp heated scent; the lavender and mint - and dew's beach campfire, salt and smoke. he likes the way they intertwine with each other, so different that they never fully homogenize, but its exciting the way he can taste both of them on the air.

phantom is staring at dew, between his thighs where the fire ghoul is now on display. he's waiting for permission.

"want to touch?" dew asks.

phantom licks his lips, "want to taste."

so dew lets him. he kneels onto the bed before settling back against the headboard. his thighs part, skin already shiny, his cunt aching. phantom wastes no time before diving in, licking up between dews folds, sucking his clit, lapping at his slick. a cacophony of moans and cries leave dew's tongue, forcing down embarrassment because he wants to bare himself open for phantom, wants him to know how good he makes him feel. phantom swallows it down, becomes more eager he louder dew gets.

a barrage of praises fall off dew's own tongue, and he grasps at phantoms hair, shoving him deeper, "that's it, baby, you're so good at this. making me feel so good, fuck."

he lets phantom up for a moment, and the quintessence ghoul is grinning, face covered in dew from his nose to his chin. his dark tongue swipes around his mouth, wiggling his ass in the air. then hes dropping back in again, his tongue poking at dew's hole before sinking inside and fucking in and out. dew shouts with pleasure, phantoms nose pressed against his clit as he licks inside him.

dew's gut tightens. he gently tugs on phantom's horn to bring him up, he doesn't want to finish like this. phantom looks drunk when he rises for the second time; pupils completely blown out, covering his bright gold irises almost completely, and he's whining while one of his hands slithers between his own legs.

dew replaces that hand with his own, teasing phantoms hard nub, its raw and sensitive, and he brings their mouths back together. the taste of himself fills his senses, electric campfire as he sucks his slick off of phantom's tongue. dew nips at his lips, adding sweet metallic to the spice, and phantom gives into all of it. gives all of himself to dew as he grinds into dews hand.

"you're so lovely," dew says against his lips.

"i love you," phantom cries in response.

dew cant help but smile into their kiss, fangs clicking together, "i love you too, sweetness."

"need you now, need to cum." phantom's breathing is erratic, his clit twitching in dews hand.

dew nods. he tries not to show it, wanting to remain calm and steady for his mate, but he needs it just as bad. he craved touch the whole weekend he was away.

"lay back for me, sweetheart. there you go,"

phantom lays back on the bed, head propped up with a pillow, one leg raising at the knee instinctively knowing what is coming. dew smiles at the beautiful vision before him.

"look how wet you are," he says, eyeing the way phantoms thighs have slick dripping down them, and now down towards his ass. the whole bed will need to be stripped but its worth everything, "almost as soaked as rainy when he's in heat."

"rainy," phantom breathes out.

dew grins, "yeah? want rainy to come help out in the morning?"

phantom nods, biting his lip. dew spreads his legs farther apart, raising himself up on his own legs to settle vertically across phantom's. he lifts one of phantom's legs higher, positioning himself so his own cunt is directly above his own. he's dripping down, aching to press against phantom's, to feel his little clit against his own.

"you know," he starts as he slowly lowers himself, wanting to drag out the heat of it all, "they're probably listening right now."

phantom nearly sobs as dew finally sits down, their cunts sliding together with how wet they both are. dew has to grit his teeth in order to not cry with him. he grinds down slowly, watching phantoms head fall backwards against the pillow, eyes rolling with the movement.

"they'll all be jealous, jerking off into their hands right now listening to your pretty sounds, puppy," dew continues, rolling his hips in a rhythm that phantom doesn't have enough brain left for to keep up with. the quintessence ghoul's hips only stutter and rut, and dew can't blame him. the sensation against all his aching parts is intense, he can feel his own heat being kicked at, pleasure zipping through every nerve in his body. the sounds made it worse, slick noises filling the air as he ground down on him. he tries to emphasize his movements over phantoms clit, wanting to stimulate him as much as he can.

"good puppy," dew says through his teeth, fingers digging dimples into phantom's thigh as he speeds up his pace, condensation beginning to bead on his brow and shoulders, "maybe we should let them watch next time, would you like that?"

phantom can't respond, too lost in it, falling into bliss as delicate feminine moans are ripped from his throat. dew wants to keep him there, keep his mate feeling this good forever. he knows how stressed the ghoul gets, how exhausted. phantom's love language was physical touch, a way for him to relax and cool down, and dew wants to give it all to him, make him feel loved. praise him for asking for what he needs.

dew's riding phantom in earnest, sweet words tumbling out unapologetically. phantom is crying his name, begging for more, asking if he's allowed to cum over and over.

"you need to cum baby?" dew asks, grinding harder, able to keep his own desperation out of his shaky voice. that familiar knot is growing in his gut, he needs this just as badly. to let go with his mate.

"need it so bad, want to cum with you."

"want to cum with you too, puppy."

phantom arcs off the bed, one hand digging into dews thigh, the other tweaking his own nipple - if dew could reach at this angle, he'd be sucking on them, running his forked tongue over the buds till phantom was crying from sensitivity.

"can you play with your other tit for me sweetheart? i cant reach, but i love how sensitive you get," dew says and phantom obeys quickly. hand leaving dews thigh and whimpers leaving his lips as he fondles himself. "good boy, so good for me."

"can i please cum?" phantom is crying, tears streaking down his cheeks, making his eyes sparkle.

"cum for me," dew begs, "cum with me."

he moves his hips back in forth, faster and faster, watching phantom's face as it contorts in concentration, chasing the finish line. phantoms body goes rigid for a moment, then he arcs up again, mouth agape with a cut-off cry as he finally gets his release. it gushes out, soaking between them further and that's all dew needs before he's coming with him, vision going white, legs shaking with the effort to keep riding phantom through it. he feels it between them, their releases combined, making the most sinful, wet sounds as dew slowly comes to a stop.

chest heaving, dew tries to catch his breath.

"dewy..." phantom's voice is mushy, and when dew looks at him, he sees the ghoul barely able to keep his eyes open.

"you wanna sleep?" he asks as he raises himself up, shivering as their combined fluids seep down his legs. phantom nods, already beginning to curl into a ball, his tail pulled up towards his mouth, "sleep, i'll clean you up, okay?"

"okay... i love you," phantom says sleepily around his tail. dew smiles, leaning over and pressing a lingering kiss to the sweet ghoul's forehead. he quickly goes to the bathroom to clean himself off, maybe he takes a little bit longer than intended because he can's resist sucking phantom's slick off his fingers, but eventually returns with a warm, wet washcloth. he keeps it warm with his magic as he wipes between phantom's thighs. he cleans it once, then returns to wipe the salt from the other ghoul's skin. he only has to move phantom once, just to put a fresh blanket down - he can strip everything tomorrow - and then settles down beside him.

he feels... good still. the ache is dulled. it's the best homecoming he's had in a while.

[theonewhowails]

silly stuff i drew while reading Feel No Evil by @payasita , in which the Lamb does not know how to propose, Narinder does not know how to be alive, and neither of them knows what an obligate carnivore is

bonus? lmao

[apollodarling-writes]

Simon Says...

MINORS DNI!!!

desc: Simon “Ghost” Riley decides to take Simon says a bit further...

cw: multiple creampies, unsafe sex, ghost was out here rawdoggin you without a condom or even asking if you were on contraceptives beforehand smh, afab reader but no specified pronouns, marking, rough sex, uhh a lil blood play cause i feel like ghost would kinda be into that, dom!ghost/sub!reader, manhandling, spanking, bruising mention, public play, a little degradation, praise, Ghost is kinda mean at first, i use the term ‘pretty’ but it’s meant to sound gn, it might be kinda shitty... sorry ;(, idk if i mentioned it already but ghost is a sadist in this, reader shows slight masochism btw, kinda??? blood drinking, some possessive themes, throat fucking, this is fucking absolute filth, ghosty boy goes feral, simon's orgasm hits real hard for him- it's prolly the mutual pining and finally being able to fuck you tbh, uhhh also pussy drunk! simon, and some cunnilingus, dumbification, virgin!reader

this isn't proofread. it's also prolly a little shitty at the end. I was rushing to get this out.

@willywonkagirly @darklordofthesimp @ifellinthebongebong @midnightlockhearth

Everything started with you challenging Ghost to a drinking contest. No one in the 141 Task Force had the pleasure of seeing the man drunk, and you would be the one to change that. Upon deciding the night was nice enough, and hoping that luck would be on your side, you had slung your arm over the man’s shoulder and proposed the idea. Surprisingly, with enough begging and batting your eyelashes halfheartedly, Ghost had finally agreed. 

The rest of it was a blur. One moment you were flirting with Ghost, and the next you were being dragged to the bathrooms in the back of the bar, shoulders slamming against the cool metal of the divider. 

“Ghost! What the hell?” You weakly protest, your words slurring together.

“You like to play games, don’t you?” The man growls, venom dripping from every word that leaves his lips.

“What are you-“ Ghost’s hand shoots out, gripping your jaw.

“Did I say you could speak, [Name]?” Your eyes widen as you gently shake your head. “Then don’t speak.”

You bite your lip as the Lieutenant purrs, “You learn quick don’t you, Angel?”

“Now, since you like to play games with me, what d’ya say to a nice ol’ game of Simon Says?”

Simon says?

You furrow your brows at the man’s choice of game, but agree nonetheless. With a slight nod of the head, you hear Ghost chuckle.

“We’ll start off simple, yeah?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. “Simon Says: Take off my mask.”

You blanch. “A-Are you sure, Gh-“

The Lieutenant clicks his tongue, followed by a disappointed sigh. Thick fingers wrap around the soft flesh of your throat as he ghosts his cloth-covered lips along your jaw, nipping at your flesh here and there.

“Are you gonna be good for me, or am I going to have to make you? I’d prefer that you be the good little bitch you are, but…” Ghost trails off for a moment, an arm wrapping around your back, pulling you flush against his broad chest, his other hand trailing lower and lower. “I don’t mind putting you in your place, Angel.”

His fingers just barely brush against your clothed clit- a promise of what’s to come if you’re good for him.

“Will you be good for me, Pretty?” Parting your lips as the man applies gentle pressure, you quickly nod your head. Ghost releases a sultry chuckle, butterflies filling your tummy as a result, and removes his grip on you.

“Good.”

The LT takes a step back, allowing you to shakily pull his mask off.

He’s beautiful, is your first thought.

The man had to be a god. With pretty, plush lips, dirty blond hair that’s grown out just a tad more than Ghost- no, Simon- would’ve liked, long lashes that frame his gorgeous ice-blue eyes… you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

"Ya like what ya see, Sargeant?"

"You weren't kidding when you said you were far from ugly..." You murmur, causing the man to chuckle. His eyes meet yours, a hungry, lustful look swirling within. Simon reaches his hand forward, cupping your cheek and brushing the pad of his thumb against your lip.

"Simon Says: kiss me."

You inch closer to him, gently pressing your lips against his and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. The man quickly takes the lead, tongue brushing over your bottom lip and fingers gripping the meat of your waist- surely, there would be bruises tomorrow. Simon kisses you heatedly, lifting one of your thighs and pinning it against his hip, biting your lip and tongue here and there.

"You drive me fuckin' crazy, love." He murmurs, pressing chaste kisses to your jaw, trailing down the length of your neck.

Ghost bites down on the apex of your shoulder, forcing a pained whine to erupt from your throat. He shivers at the sound and sinks his canines deeper into your flesh, reluctantly pulling away as you begin to squirm and licks up the droplets of blood leaking from the wound.

Simon's gaze drops to the bitemark he left- a pretty purple and red taking up a portion of your shoulder. Blood rushes to the man's cock, the pants he wears beginning to strain rather painfully against his flushed tip.

"Simon says: get on your knees."

You immediately obey, mouth watering at the promise those four words held. He hurriedly unzips his jeans, the imprint of his cock making you whimper. Your core pulses as he lowers his boxers, length slapping against his abdomen, the sensitivity of it causing a poorly contained groan to form in his throat.

One hand wraps around the base, roughly tapping your lips with the leaking tip, while the other tangles itself in your hair.

"Open."

You obey.

"Suck"

You obey.

Simon's hand guides your head, forcing his cock deep into your throat.

"Doin' so good for me." He groans. "Feels so fuckin' good."

Ghost holds your head in place as he comes closer and closer to his climax, length thrusting in and out of your throat. Heat pools in your tummy, thighs clenching together as one hand slowly reaches down to fondle your clit.

"'m gonna fuckin' cum. 'm gonna fuckin cum-" Simon groans, hips suddenly stilling and eyes screwing shut as his vision borders a delicious white. He shakily pulls out, fingers brushing against your cheek, and orders you to swallow all of it.

Just like before, you obey.

"Simon says: Strip."

Swallowing thickly, you begin to strip off your clothes. By now, your underwear was practically transparent- glistening in the dim lighting, the outline of your heat on display for the LT. He hooks a finger around the seams of the garment and tears the fabric from your body.

Simon is quick to replace the fabric- his tongue lazily drawing circles on your nub and fingers prodding at your slit.

"'m gonna make you cum 'fore I fuck you." Ghost murmurs his promise into the meat of your inner thigh, releasing a throaty groan as he relishes in the taste of you.

He coaxes one orgasm out of you.

Two orgasms.

Three orgasms.

Simon didn't want to stop. Between your fingers tugging harshly in his hair, the pretty purple marks blooming in the shape of his hand on your outer thighs, and the name carved into your tummy- Simon Riley was sure he was dreaming. The taste of you, the feel of you, the scent of you; everything was just too good to be true.

"Simon please- hah fuck!- need you inside me." You whine, hips bucking at just the right angle forcing a fourth orgasm from you.

"'m so proud of you, Angel. Did so fuckin good for me, yeah?" Simon stands from his kneeling position, picking you up and pressing your back against his chest- arms hooked beneath your knees and aligning your hole with his cock. "How about I fuck you dumb, hm? How about that, baby?"

"Please. Please, Si- I just need you. Need'ta be filled."

Ghost sinks you on his cock slowly, the pain from the stretch causing you to bite your lip and tears to prick your eyes.

"Si- I've never- I've never-"

"I'll be gentle, pretty. Just feel good for me." Simon begins raising you to the middle of his shaft, and sinks you down ever so slowly. Tension pools into the pit of your stomach, growing tighter and tighter, making you more sensitive as time goes on. Simon adjusts his angle, hitting a spot inside you that makes the tension crash down on you- your mind going blank and walls fluttering around Simon.

"Fuck-" Simon increases his pace- hips snapping into yours as he comes closer to his own orgasm. His hips never still as he spurts thick ropes of cum into you, fucking it back into you with each thrust.

Simon slams you on his cock, back pressed against the cool metal, as his hips snap up to meet halfway.

"'s too much Si-"

"Take what I give you, slut- oh god, 'm gonna fuckin cum again-"

Simon fucks into you faster and faster as he chases his own orgasm, forcing another from you. "'m gonna fuckin breed that pretty little pussy of yours. Need'ta make you mine-"

Simon cums a final time, dripping onto the floor as he gently pulls out from you, pressing a kiss to your temple and cleaning you up.

.

.

.

.

"Ya think they're fuckin?"

"Soap MacTavsish."

"Sorry, sorry."

[cozylittleartblog]

you guys know the 1920s and 30s existed before v*vziepop right

[jalo-parker]

My laptop charger got accidentally left at my other parents house for the week so all I have is playboy bunny outfit helsknight.. 😁😁 I am so normal and sane i promise <- hes very clearly lying

I have no explanation for this.. hope you fellow helsknight fans enjoy..?

[allgremlinart]

I know most of my dc followers and mutuals have Miraculous Ladybug ptsd from how inescapable the crossover aus are but please consider that I find it to be very charming for a weird ugly french cartoon and I watched it in french class in highschool so it has a very special place in my heart... like its right next to the movie Elf for me.. does this make sense...

[lavender-verse]

downright filthy cactus ring sex in honor of the third life anniversary 🙏

pretend I saw this earlier LOL. ahems, happy third life anniversary

There were gentle times in the desert. With a lover like Scar, it was virtually impossible for there not to be. It’s a bit ironic, when Scar is on his red and final life. Yet there were plenty of nights where Scar’s rough palms that had just been holding a sword earlier that day, held Grian so gently.

But this is not a time of gentleness. This is a time of desperation, one last attempt at closeness before the end.

The two of them are surrounded by cacti, prickly green things that mimic of a wall of privacy. Yet privacy is none existent when it’s just the two of them left.

Grian is pushed into the sand below, the grains getting caught in between his feathers. It’ll be annoying to clean later, but that isn’t a thought on Grian’s mind right now. The only thing he can focus on is Scar’s weight above him, the man’s steady presence. Scar drills into Grian’s body below, teeth marking up his shoulder. His heavy breaths are muffled by Grian’s skin, short grunts following each thrust of his hips.

It’s near animalistic in nature, how the two of them cling to one another. Of course, when Death is neigh, instincts take over. Grian’s nails dig into Scar’s back, leaving red angry marks behind that draw little lines of blood. Scar doesn’t seem to mind. The pain spurs him on.

“Mine,” Scar breathes, a hand tugging on Grian’s cock as he fucks into him. “You’re mine.”

“Y-Yeah, yeah, ah—” Grian arches up into his touch, shuddering at the feeling. His grip tightens as he moves to connect their lips, all tongue and teeth. Scar growls into the kiss, and Grian meets his urgency with his own.

He doesn’t care what happens next, as long as he and Scar get this moment for a little bit longer.

[rockitmans]

Disappearing into the fog for a while. Don't have too much fun without me 💖

Linking this so I can repin it later lol. We all know Tumblr.

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

They're pink 🩷

They're the best sidekick 💪

They are a goblin 🐊

They say "Hey Boss" 🫡

They are an eldritch being 🥰

They are suicidal 😞

They like Women 💞

They are in a constant state of Gremlin Mode 🦝

I didn't say a name, but they popped into your head, didn't they?

[mymisfitsbabe]

Demons Play (Smut scene)

(Trigger warning for internalized homophobia, bad words will be said.)

Once the water ran clear Steve turned off the warm water and gave Billy a towel, Steve walked him back to his room and sat him on the bed. Kneeling down in front of him Steve looked up into his face. 

“Billy, what happened?” Steve asked, searching Billy’s eyes.

Reaching up to gently touch Billy’s face. “Talk to me.”

Billy growled, he shot up and grabbed Steve’s face, yanking him to his feet then pushing him back into the wall roughly. Shocked Steve gasped, Billy kissed the taller boy desperate and hungry, pushing himself hard against Steve. Looking down at Hargrove yet again surprised, Steve pushed him off.

“Hargrove, what the hell?!” Steve yelled.

It had no effect on Billy whatsoever, who again shoved Steve into the wall and put his mouth on his. Steve made a sound of objection and tried to pry Billy off, but he was solid and unmoving. Steve turned his head away from Billy’s mouth and instantly regretted the decision. Hargrove grabbed Steve’s jaw, putting his thumb under his chin to hold Steve in place.

Steve’s scream was cut off by Billy moving his hand up to cover his mouth as Hargrove sunk his teeth into Steve’s neck. Panicked, he dug his nails into Billy’s shoulders trying to shove him away. Steve gasped, melting into Billy when he started sucking on the bite mark. Moaning Steve struggled to clear his head, it hurt but in a way that made Steve pull Billy closer to him. Made Steve wrap his arms around Billy’s shoulders and tilt his head giving Billy more room to work with.

“Fuck..” Steve mumbled breathlessly.

Just as quickly as Billy had turned the bite into a tender suck, he moved down and bit Steve roughly again making his whole body jerk. Billy grabbed at Steve harsh and needy, and Steve moaned. The feeling reminded Steve of his objections. Weakly he tried to push Billy away again and again the bite turned soft, tongue tracing over the indentations. It felt amazing. Biting, real biting, not little love bites was something Steve had never tried before. Now he was starting to think he’d been missing out… but he had to stop this, he couldn't let Billy blind him to his guilt any longer.

"S-Stop… Bil.. Billy stop.” Steve huffed feeling light headed.

Surprisingly Billy complied, he gave Steve a few inches of space. Steve figured Billy would put up at least a little fight instead he put his head in the crook of Steve’s neck.

"Don’t ask me to stop.” Billy whispered against Steve’s collar bone.

Steve took a deep breath, he looked up at the ceiling trying to clear his thoughts. He was still reeling from the bites; the throbbing wasn't helping him either, but he couldn't do this. It felt too much like taking advantage of Hargrove. Something was obviously wrong with him. Steve had been so consumed with his own problems he didn't bother thinking about Billy...

“I can’t…you… look at you... What happened?” Steve asked unmoving.

Steve felt a chill run up his spine as Billy laughed, shaking his head while pulling away from Steve. Billy stood a few feet away from Steve, towel gone, body on full display as he gave Steve this look he couldn't place. Something like disgust with a hint of anger, it wasn't a look Steve enjoyed getting.

“I didn't come here to talk.”

“You came here drunk! Now beat up and what? I’m just supposed to take advantage of you?” Steve asked, trying to get Billy to understand why he couldn't.

The way Billy laughed and looked him up and down made Steve feel like a piece of meat. Hargrove bit his lower lip and stalked closer to Steve. Gasping as he felt Billy’s fingers slowly trail over the top of his pants; growing closer and closer to the space between his hips. Steve watched him trying to ignore the lust that balled up in his stomach, Billy dipped his fingers into Steve’s pants teasingly slow.

“I’m not some helpless bird. I came here to fuck you, because I want to. I want to see you under me.” Billy’s eyes shifted down to Steve’s lips. “I wanna hear you screaming for me.” 

Billy’s eyes darkened, he ran his tongue over his teeth. “You think you're taking advantage? I am. I’m here to take advantage of you.” 

Billy’s face twisted with something close to pain. “But fuck... I want you to want me too.” Steve swallowed hard at Billy’s voice, dark, thick with lust and raw with animosity.

Steve watched every word leave Billy’s mouth swallowing hard, he felt suffocated by the confession; but fuck, every word of that turned Steve on. Steve's resolve started breaking, God, how did Billy do that to him? Taking a shaky breath Steve closed his eyes scrambling to clear his head. Why was this a bad thing? Why couldn't he do this? What was he afraid of? Steve was so weak and Billy was grown, he could decide what he needed better than Steve right?

“Tell me to keep going.” Billy urged, making Steve whimper.

There was something so appealing about the way Billy looked at him, something that begged Steve to do as he said. Tired of fighting to be the good guy Steve sighed. Today he was going to let Billy have what he wanted; he was going to give in and let himself go. Today Steve wasn't going to think, he was going to revel in being taken advantage of.

“Keep going.” Steve blushed looking away from Billy.

Steve was suddenly feeling very vulnerable standing there with Billy, hard and submissive, waiting for Billy to take him. 

 *

 Billy took the invitation. Billy broke down those walls he’d built up around the anger that could scorch him down to the bone, around the hate he had to lock away to survive, and the deep well of pain he ignored. It flowed over him urging him forward, begging to get his hand on Steve; and once his greedy hands touched that warm inviting skin Billy lost himself.

Slamming Harrington back into the wall, mouth hot on his, desperate, too needy. Their teeth clanked together. Billy brought his hand up to Steve’s neck and pulled him in closer while pushing his tongue into Steve’s mouth. Billy’s free hand pushed at Steve’s shirt craving the feel of bare skin.

Teeth raked against Steve’s throat, nails digging into his perfect sink, it was crazed and rough, and demanding. Like he couldn't get enough of Harrington to fill him up, to make the ravenous hunger supside. There wasn't enough room for Billy to properly rip Steve apart, he needed more, needed to get him sprawled out so Billy could ruin every part of king Steve.

Growling Billy grabbed Steve’s thighs lifting him up onto his hips so he could carry Harrington to the bed without taking his starving mouth off that pure porcelain skin. Throwing him down Billy took a moment to look down at him, admiring the way his shirt pulled up around his chest, his body was already dotted with red marks, his face and shoulders flushed, chest heaving, eyes lost in Billy’s. It was Beautiful.

‘Filthy. Vile. Disgusting.’

No, not today. Today Steve was beautiful and Billy was going to eat him alive. 

 *

 Sitting up on his elbows Steve looked up at Billy. Steve’s breath caught in his throat, his skin was on fire from Billy’s assault but he hadn't felt this good in months. The way Billy’s eyes ran over his body made him feel heat in his cheeks, he shouldn't have liked those dark eyes on him so much, but God, he did. Swallowing hard, Steve watched Billy play with the top of his sweatpants, a devilish smirk plastered on his face. Billy’s fingers ran along the sweats where that sat on Steve’s hips. Slow, painfully slow Billy pulled them down, past his hips, down, over his already hard cock, then down the rest of him. 

“Shit…” Steve huffed, licking his suddenly very dry lips.

“What? I haven't even started, pretty boy.” 

 *

 Licking his lips Billy crawled up the bed taking the time to leave small love bites along Steve’s body, who withered and moaned under his sharp mouth. Once he reached Steve’s hips Billy kissed the protruding bone before leaving a bruisingly hard bite. Steve cried out covering his mouth with one hand as he withered and arched into the bite. Billy pulled away and chuckled, reaching up to pull Steve’s arm away from his face.

“I wanna hear you.” Billy spoke darkly.

Harrington nodded, and Billy went back to work sucking hard on the fresh bite mark on Steve’s hip, pulling another moan from Harrington. The anger called for more, harder, it called for Steve to scream and beg. The hate wanted him broken, wanted him to feel every bit of it; and the pain wanted him wrecked, wanted him in tears so Billy could lick them off his face. Billy sunk in between Steve’s legs, he rubbed their erections together, sinking teeth into Steve again where his neck met his shoulder. Harrington cursed, one hand digging into Billy’s hip, the other wrapped around his back holding on tightly, hips bucking up. Billy was on fire, burning alive on top of Steve.

‘You’ll never be anything more than a filthy fucking faggot’ 

 Releasing Steve’s neck Billy brought his hand up and spit in it, catching Steve cock in his hand Billy rubbed his thumb over the head; giving him a few slow pumps before he grabbed his own and ran his slick fingers over them both, he watched Steve’s face. It was soothing to watch the pleasure roll over Harrington, his eyes rolled back and he gasped arching into the touch, Billy bet he hadn't ever been touched quite like this before. Kissing Steve’s jaw he gave him a few extra strokes before he let go and brought his hand back up, Steve stopped him and shook his head.

“I have lube... the,” Steve licked his lips and swallowed hard. “The spit is hot as fuck, but lube last longer.” He whispered breathlessly, rolling over and crawling to his bedside table. Steve came back with a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.

 “Pretty presumptuous of you, Harrington. How many time did you want me to fuck you exactly?” Billy couldn't help but tease.

It was cute watching Steve’s face turn with the realization, he turned beet red and started stammering. Billy crawled up on all fours to Steve, he fisted his hand in Harrington’s hair and yanked his head back. The way Steve gasped and let his eyes flutter shut made Billy smile. Kissing Steve hungrily Billy groaned when Steve opened his mouth wide to welcome Billy’s tongue, Harrington sucked on his tongue swallowing hard and chasing after Billy when he pulled away.

 Grabbing Steve’s thighs Billy yanked him back down into the bed, mouth back on Steve’s in a matter of seconds, still ever so desperate. Fingers danced over Steve’s taking the bottle of lube from him, it only took a moment for Billy to lather both of their cocks up and then he was back to rutting his hips into Steve’s so they were both getting that delicious friction. Billy’s free hand fisted into Steve’s hair with the other slick one pushed Steve’s leg up out of his way. A single finger pressed at Steve, who tensed up at the feeling.   

“Relax, Princess… It's going to feel really, really good.” Billy kissed the pulse in Steve’s throat. “Just relax, and let me loosen you up.”

‘Whore. Vile, disgusting whore.’ 

It was cute really, watching the way Steve shut his eyes and swallowed hard trying to relax. Billy kissed Steve, soft, their lips lingering together while Billy pushed against Steve’s hole. Harrington’s face crumpled, Steve groaned and squirmed as Billy slowly pushed his middle finger inside him all the way to the second knuckle. Billy licked at Steve’s lower lip and Steve opened his mouth, his face starting to flatten back out. Tongue exploring Steve’s tonsils Billy swirled his finger inside Steve. The lube was a godsend, it made everything so much easier, smoother, and sloppier. Billy loved sloppy, his mouth watered just thinking about all the things he wanted to do to Steve. 

“Fuck!” Billy couldn't help but moan out after Steve had tangled his hand in Billy’s hair and pulled him in closer so he could swallow down all the extra saliva from the kiss. 

Steve looked embarrassed, face turning bright red as he tried to shrink away from Billy, it was adorable. Billy pulled his finger almost all the way out then pumped it back in, twisting it around searching for Steve’s sweet spot. Pressing his face up against Steve’s ear Billy kissed Harrington’s jaw just below his earlobe.

“That was so fucking hot.” Billy groaned into Steve’s ear.

 *

 Steve shivered and arched into Billy, biting down on the back of his knuckles to keep himself as quiet as possible when Billy’s words vibrated throughout his body. A gasp fell from Steve's lips when Billy yanked his head back with the hand still knotted in Steve’s hair. Billy was fingering into Steve at a brutal pace, and when Billy pulled Steve’s head back it lengthened out Steve’s neck. Licking his lips and swallowing hard Steve felt exposed, vulnerable. The sensation of Billy’s finger inside him was still new and strange, and he didn't know how to stop thinking about the dull ache he felt with just one finger.

“Stop trying to hide.” Billy whispered against Steve’s Adam's apple. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I want to hear you. I want to see you.” 

Steve knitted his brows together, clenched his jaw and did his very best not to melt at Billy’s words. Choking on a moan Steve dug his fingers into Billy’s shoulders while Billy started his assault on Steve’s chest. Billy had pushed Steve’s shirt up, letting it bunch up in Steve’s armpits as he sunk his teeth into Steve over and over, always making sure to suckle and kiss at them after. Steve didn't know at what point he had started screaming out curses and yeses, and praises for Billy. 

Steve felt the stretch of a second finger being added inside him but his whole body was on fire, the sting of the bites and his weeping cock that was being ignored drowned out any pain he was supposed to be feeling. It had been too long, Steve had been so touch starved that he was nearly incoherent by the time Billy added a third finger inside of him. Every inch of him was throbbing with anticipation, with desire, he hurt all over and it felt so fucking good.

“It,” Steve huffed breathlessly. “It feels s-so fucking good,” Steve withered, grinding his hips up to try and get some friction. “Billy,”  

 *

 Fuck, the way Steve said his name had shifted something inside Billy, the raging firestorm that wanted to break Steve had started to sizzle down to nothing more than embers. It was like Harrington had thrown a blanket around him to smother the fire out. Why was he so fucking soothing? 

“Yeah?” Billy smiled. “You like that?” Billy breathed against the shell of Steve’s ear.

“Y-yes” Steve gasped and Billy could hear the blush that was creeping up his face in his voice.

Moving down Steve’s body Billy couldn't help himself. Steve had turned out to be so much better than Billy was expecting, so much more interesting and intoxicating. Billy couldn't believe how down right filthy Steve was and if Harrington liked what Billy was doing now, then Billy was going to show him what real pleasure felt like.

‘Of course you’d end up being the whore with a wide open mouth’

Billy could feel Steve’s eyes on him. Harrington sat back up on his elbow and opened his mouth, but Billy was quick to shut him up. Taking the head of Steve’s cock into his mouth Billy swirled his tongue and pushed deeply into Steve curling his fingers. The sounds that came out of Steve’s mouth made Billy smile, he stole a glance up at Steve who had collapsed back into the bed and gripped at the bedding. 

Billy bobbed up and down on the head of Steve’s cock, letting his mouth water so he could slather Harrington up before swallowing him down all while slowing his fingers down to a snail's pace. Billy moaned as he felt Steve sweep all the hair from his face holding it out of the way. Looking back up Billy caught Steve’s eye. Harrington was watching him with half lidded eyes, pupils looking blown as he gasped and moaned as Billy slobbered all over him.

“Fuuuuuck.” Steve sighed. 

The way Steve moaned drove Billy harder, faster, the hand in his hair fisted making him moan around the cock in his throat. Billy again curled his fingers searching for the spot inside Steve that would have him cumming into Billy’s throat. Steve moaned out a new slew of curse words. Fuck, Billy could feel himself leaking, he was so hard and hearing Steve call out his name was going to push him over the edge.

“Fuck, Billy!” Steve cried out, tossing his head back and arching his body.

Groaning Billy had to pull away from Steve who was sprawled out on the bed, legs spread wide, body trembling, chest heaving with each ragged breath, if he didn't he would keeping going till they were both cumming. Billy would suck down every last drop of cum, greedy and desperate, and Billy would cum all over the bed wasting it. No, no, Billy wanted to know what steve felt like, he wanted to fuck him till he was begging Billy to go harder and that thought alone had Billy snatching up the condoms disgarded on the bed. 

 *

 Steve whined, it wasn't fair, he wanted more. He wanted Billy to touch him again, wanted that amazing mouth back on him so he could watch the way Billy swallowed him up like he was starving. Sitting back up, that drop of fear resurfaced when he watched Billy slide on the condom, crap Steve had been so caught up in the blow job he forgot what was coming. Would it hurt? Billy’s cock was so much bigger than his fingers. Dropping back down into the bed Steve tried to think about how good it felt when Billy was fingering him, it would feel like that right? 

“Clam down, I’m not going to hurt you Princess.” Billy cooed crawling between Steve’s legs.

Taking a deep breath Steve closed his eyes trying to relax, but he could feel the tip against him and that made his stomach ball up with nerves. Steve made a soft sound when he felt Billy’s hand around his cock again. Billy rubbed the head and kissed Steve slow and deep,tongue licking at his mouth, but Steve’s brows were still knitted together, his eyes still pinched shut and his stomach still balled with anxiety.

“Do you want me?” Billy asked a little too softly.

“Yes.” Steve answered back so quickly he flinched, sinking down into the bed feeling embarrassed at how desperate he sounded.

Billy moved back down Steve’s body making Steve frown and look down in confusion. Billy looked up at Steve through his long lashes and kissed the tip of Steve cock, he sucked softly at the slit before sinking down to engulf the whole head. Steve groaned, reaching out to hold Billy’s hair back again, but Billy pushed Steve back into the bed.

“Lay down,” Billy growled. “And don't cum yet.” He added before going back to swallowing Steve’s entire erection. 

“Fuck, Billy.” Steve spoke breathlessly. 

The sound of the lube bottle squirting out barely registered, Steve was trying too hard to not let himself orgasm. Billy was so good at sucking his dick, every roll of his tongue or bob of his head had Steve ready to grab a fist full of blond curls and just fuck into Billy’s mouth. The thought pulled a ragged moan from Steve’s lips. But then Billy started going so slow, his mouth sucking down inch by inch making Steve whine wanting more. 

Steve started to get back up on his elbows wanting to see, but Billy pushed him back down. Steve reached up and grabbed his head board trying to keep his hands busy. Billy pulled off Steve and shifted on the bed. Frowning at the feel of a condom being rolled over him Steve started to look down at Billy but the blond caught Steve’s mouth in a kiss. When Steve tried to break the kiss but Billy grabbed his jaw gently keeping him in place.

The bed shifted again as Billy readjusted and straddled Steve’s hips, confusion washed over him but the way Billy’s tongue danced around his mouth called his attention and Steve quickly forgot about his questions. Hands roaming over Billy’s body Steve moaned into the kiss, chasing after him when Billy pulled away, with one hand Billy pushed him back into the bed and used the other to grab the headboard. Steve blinked up at him dazed by the kiss. 

 *

 Billy couldn't do it, he couldn't let Steve’s first time be tainted with fear and pain. So Billy kept him occupied while he squirted lube out in hand and started prepping himself. It was hot having Steve watch him while Billy slobbered all over his cock, but Billy didn't want Steve to see him fingering himself. It was too intimate, too shameful.

Billy had barely loosened himself up enough to take two fingers, but the way Steve pouted and tried to do as he was told made Billy say fuck it.

Billy kissed Steve and kept his face turned away. Fuck, Steve looked so beautiful under him, lazy confusion on his face.

‘Of course you wouldn't be able to be the man. Everyone know the one that gets fucked is the bitch’

Pouring extra lube in his hand Billy made sure Steve was nice and slick before he started sinking down onto him, groaning at how tight he still was. One hand gripping the headboard, Billy’s eyes shut tight, hsi other hand sinking bruisingly hard into Steve’s hips trying to keep Harrington from fucking up into him. Billy had spent all his time prepping Steve and now he was struggling to breath past the ache of his tight hole trying to stretch out to accommodate Steve’s cock. 

“Fuck, Billy,” Steve moaned arching into Billy. “fuuu cckkk.” 

The moan was so loud it helped distract Billy from the pain, more then half way down and Billy tilted his head back on his shoulders groaning at the last few inches. Once Steve was fully inside him Billy took a moment to adjust. The burn and stretch hurt, but in a way that had Billy trembling, breathing deep quick breaths. Billy’s cock weeped, so hard it was almost painful. 

Steve’s fingers dug into Billy’s ass, Harrington was trying so hard to be patient. 

“A-are you okay?” Steve asked, running a hand up Billy’s back gently.

Nodding Billy rocked his hips back and forth, trying to get his body used to the intrusion. Steve moaned, running his hands gently over Billy’s hip and the small of his back soothingly. Swallowing hard, Billy leaned forward a little so he was facing Steve again, rolling his hips letting out a heavy sigh at the feeling, it had been so long since he’d been fucked.

Billy twitched hard, snapping his jaw shut tight to keep from crying out when Steve took his cock into his hand. Steve’s hand was slick with spit, he ran his thumb over the head of Billy’s erection causing Billy’s whole body to jerk. Billy slowly started moving, trying to find a rhythm. Steve matched the pace, slow long strokes till Billy ground himself down into Steve making them both arch and moan. 

Billy rolled his hips and bounced up and down on Steve loving the way he cursed and called out Billy’s name. The dull ache inside him turned into pure pleasure when Billy managed to find that sweet spot inside of himself as he fucked Steve.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Billy shouted, his rhythm faltered as he tried to readjust but Steve had other plans.

Without hesitation Steve  went after that spot in Billy, he started pumping his fist over Billy’s cock in time with his thrusts driving all sorts of sounds out of Billy.

“Oh, fuck!” Billy cried out, his mouth hanging open as Steve fucked into him. “Steve, fuck. Fuck, fuck.” 

The hand on Billy’s hip dug in deeper as Steve used it to help pull Billy down harder and harder as Steve fucked deeper and deeper into him. 

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck!” Billy was almost crying from all the pleasure attacking his system. “RIght there, right there.”

The hand fisted around his cock, slick and strong, the cock inside his ass hitting him in just the right spot, and the hand on his hip so tight it fucking hurt. It was so fucking good, too fucking good, Billy couldn't stand it, he wanted to cry or scream or melt into the fucking floor. 

“Billy,” Steve almost whispered. “Billy.” Steve moaned 

“Fuck me, Steve, fuck, fuck.” 

Billy arched his back, he tossed his head back and cried out. Cum poured out over Steve’s hand, his body clenching as the orgasm hit so hard Billy saw spots of color behind his eyes. Steve followed suit, cursing and digging his nails into Billy’s hip as he pushed himself as far as he could into Billy before cumming. 

Billy continued slowly rocking his hips for a few moments, Steve arched into the feeling riding the high of his orgasm. Rolling onto the bed Billy tried to catch his breath, he hummed happily feeling full(and it was quite in his head). 

Heart pounding in his chest, covered in sweat he frowned as the bed shifted. Steve scooted over to throw his arm over Billy, he cuddled into him, eyes still closed. Steve was a cuddle kind of guy, he liked to make sure the other person felt good, after all the girls had told him that, but it was still strange.

“You okay?” Steve muttered against Billy’s shoulder, placing a lazy kiss into Billy’s skin. 

Suddenly uncomfortable Billy started to get up, but Steve pulled him into a soft kiss. It only lasted a moment but it had Billy smiling and his head swimming. What the hell kind of hold did Steve have on him?

“I gotta go clean up Princess.” Billy whispered against his lips when Harrington tried kissing him again.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22658002

@lovebillyhargrove You remember this fic? I’m rewriting it again. XD

(Two fucking days, this took two fucking days to perfect and I’m not even sure if I like it. T^T) 

[archaeolitikum]

one thing that makes me absolutely furious is when gym bros and diet freaks on the internet refuse to admit theyve got a raging eating disorder, and when people call them out on it and tell them theyre actively harming others by perpetuating this idea that their diet is just being healthy, tiktok teens will go "oh so now youre shaming them for having eating disorders 🤨🤨" NO??? believe it or not but even mentally ill people have responsibility over their actions regardless of if theyre done because of their disorder or not, stop fucking babytalking them like that what is wrong with you

i just saw some stupid tiktok of a guy bringing a fucking kitchen scale to a restaurant to weigh his food being like "wuuhhh always on the grind or whatever" and then someone else called him out being like "okay this is still not an eating disorder? okay. okay!" and the comments are filled with people being like omg you are shaming people with eds..... ARE YOU STUPID? shut the fuck up

[socialprawn]

you play league? which server?? ^.^

Yeash, started in 2016 (old runes, yuuch) due to a very boring spring/summer before uni. After that I've been extremely casual, highest rank I've been has been ummm S1 I wanna say... I was aiming for G but I tried to help friends climb and I dropped so that was the end of that :V

I still pick it up sometimes and I become extremely competitive HAHA. I'm on EUNE mostly but I have a EUW account for my western fwiends :> Currently, I haven't played since 2021 ◑﹏◐

[lordofthewesternlands]

Boy when you know someone hates you....

Is it just wonderful?

[wytchsbrew]

We getting emo with those one, babes.