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[madamechrissy]

Baby You're a Star- chap three preview

Pornstar Gojo WILL be out tomorrow!!! One more preview <3 Do NOT read if you haven't read part two!

Pairings- Pornstar! Satoru x shy f!reader

Warnings - NSFW- oral sex (m recieving) mentions of cum, Gojo's dick is broken bc of reader poor baby! Mentions of sex, filming porn, dom/sub undertones -taglist closed but everyone on it will get tagged in the update! rough draft and not edited so excuse any typos!

It's here

“Fuck, I’ve made a mess, need someone to clean me all up.” Satoru whispers, while you barely are able to hold up the camera any longer, the livestream is avid with questions, namely - who is filming Satoru Gojo? And offers from many viewers to lick every bit of him up.

Satoru should stare at the camera, but he’s looking up into your eyes instead, stroking his cum soaked length slowly, just pumping more cum out of his tip, so much it’s ridiculous, dripped down to his balls and inner thighs. You swallow nervously, tummy clenched with desire, knowing you needed to stay quiet for the stream of curious viewers.

Satoru murmurs cut then, and  you do just that, shutting off the feed, and setting down the phone with a shaky hand, clearing your throat. “They loved it I think.”

“C’mere.” He crooks two fingers, and you eagerly obey, walking up to him now, tempting him to no end with the way your eyes drink him in. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

You obey again, eagerly in fact, looking up at him under lowered lashes as his clean hand slips up the side of your pretty neck, then around to the nape of it, entangling in your locks. Your soft whine and shift of your hips are all he needs to know you’re enjoying it, your hands obediently on your thighs, as if waiting for his every order, so sexy he feels his cock twitch back to life.

“Do you want to clean me up?” He asks softly, but the command in his tone is there, you nod and he exhales, tugging you towards him then. “Then do a really good job, sweets. Lick every bit clean like a good girl, and I’ll reward you.”

“I’ll do a good job.” Your whisper wrecks him, as he guides your head down, and you suck him, still hard, into your hot, eager mouth. Your soft whine vibrates around him, his head falling back as your mouth moves.

He can’t help but think of earlier.

A date, you were gonna go on a date, and he hates the idea, no, he fucking detests the idea in fact, the rage alone making him fuck your throat deeper, harder, feeling you gag and choke on him instead of anyone else. He shouldn’t feel possessive over his friend, a friend who’s sucking his cum, who’s swallowing him up, all he can think is his, his, his.

But you weren’t his.

How could you ever be?

Satoru’s never felt anything better than your throat, except he’s a million percent sure your cunt is better, he knows it would suck him up so greedy. When tears fall from your pretty eyes, it’s hotter than any blow job he’s had on set, the eagerness and desperate need to please far surpasses experience, your glasses fogging up when you pull back to take a breath then.

Satoru looks at his slick, spit covered cock, to thin trails of saliva disintegrating between your lips as you pull back, swiping at your lower lip. “How did I do?”

“Perfect.” His whisper is genuine, the words feel too good, you know you should stop, that you already wish he was yours, but you’re too addicted to how those blue eyes make you feel like you’re the only girl there is.

Even if it’s an illusion, a trick of your brain, or a practiced look.

The feeling is too euphoric not to be corrupted by it.

“You did such a good job, look at it, not any cum left. You sucked it all down, so greedy huh?” His hand comes under your chin, squeezing your neck gently yet so possessive, he wants to say it - his - but he knows he can’t. But it’s too easy to teeter off the edge, when your breaths come faster, breasts pressed up in that dress, rising and falling with each one.

“Satoru… I can keep going.” Your soft voice nearly ends him, little hand stroking his cock again.

“I was thinking of something, but if you don’t want to, it's okay.” You blink a bit then, tilting your head, tendrils falling against your bare shoulders.

“What is it?”

“A scene with me, but not showing your face at all,” your gasp and pull back makes him sigh. “It’d be like me eating your pussy, we could have it zoomed so no one sees your face.”

The thought, along with Satoru's sweet cum down your throat makes your tummy clench, while he brings out more and more of you that you did not know existed. Your hands tense on his thighs now, taking a shaky breath, fingers along the downy hair on his thighs. “I don’t… Satoru you have a million options for costars-”

“I want yours. It’s the prettiest I’ve ever fucking seen.”

“Satoru…”

“It is. Wanna argue about my expertise here?” You just get more flustered and flushed, looking down nervously, but he tilts your chin with his big hand, angling your gaze upward. “I’ll split all the pay, you get eaten out, and anonymously. I’d never tell anyone, I’d never risk your career or anything. But I do need to do one, and I hate the thought of it not…” Satoru trails off now, the words sinking in.

“You like eating me out that much?” Your whisper makes him chuckle then, nodding and swallowing nervously.

“That pussy is perfect. How about we film it, and you watch it, and if you don’t want to, I just keep it to jerk off to…” Shit, he said that.

He’s so desperate and pathetic.

I'm exciteddd, it's almost done bbs <3 It's gonna be angsty, smutty and MESSY

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[beanbagstab]

Some unfinished sonamy stuff💙🩷

[babymillennial]

for the purpose of my own writing i have a design for Leola as an adult, that thing she would've become if the Court of Stars weren't such dicks

[dicepton]

Wip ofc

The Adjuster with the Greek Goddess Nike! - the goddess of victory!

[honeyedmiller]

wip wednesday

tysm for the tag my bby @joelsgreys <3

This is something I’ve been working on, slowly but surely. It’s almost done, and it was going to be a surprise drop but honestly I miss being on here and I miss writing. Life has just been so busy. Anyway, here’s a snippet of “Pretty Little Thing”

Hope I can get this up soon along with part four of ABD. Thank you all for being so patient with me as I try to get back into the swing of things.

no pressure tags: @punkshort @endlessthxxghts @ozarkthedog @ilovepedro @javierpena-inatacvest @joeloverture

[taintandviolent]

and yes, I promise I'm writing taco tuesday pt 3

[sceletaflores]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag babes! @guiltyasdave • nsfw under the cut! 18+ MDNI!

wip #1 • show me a little bit of spine! feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

'five x-men walk into a bar, only three walk out…'

oops i don't have a sneak peek for this one...sorry chickens.

this is an official part two to "all's fair in love and viscera" cause i can't leave them alone to save my life! i finally decided on the name crimson for this specific reader, and the au as a whole will be called the to the bone universe (that’s also how it’ll be tagged on my acc!!!)

this is jealous!logan getting down and dirty in a bar bathroom after a special someone makes a move on his girl...wink wink nudge nudge. a special guest! a very special guest, cause what better way is there to get a man off their ass and admit they like you than dirty dancing with another man in front of him.

think degradation, biting, pain kink (obvi wtf). there's also some emotional constipation and just a hint of angst. it'll be so fun!

wip #2 • says he needs it bad (oh so very bad) feat. sub!logan howlett (& crimson!)

'it’s not often that logan needs this, but you’re always more than happy to give it to him when he does…'

double oops i don’t have a sneak peek for this one either…pls forgive me!

this is also apart of the to the bone universe but it's more like a non-connecting little blurb than another part...if that makes sense lol i just wanted to write more crimson!

all this is thanks to a lovely anon who sent in a req desperately needing me to speak on sub!logan. it's funny because ofc i'll speak on sub!logan wtf who do you think i am. it's honestly one of the fluffiest, softest things i've ever written...established relationship is really locking my ass down. it's still filthy though don't worry! think riding, think pain kink, think light dustings of a breeding kink. i really don't know how to explain this lmao it's gonna be great trust me!

wip #3 • hunting for sport... feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

'there's a big bad wolf somewhere in these woods...'

You scramble backwards, stuck watching the way the brush starts to rustle as he gets closer. You push yourself back to your feet, muscles screaming in protest as you break into a sprint. It's all in vain, you know it is. He's only playing with you, letting you tire yourself out. He’s known where you’ve been the whole time, could smell you the whole time, could hear you the whole time. The two of you have been at this long enough now, his patience is starting to run thin. He's right behind you, if the violent thrashing of the brush over your shoulder getting louder is any indication. The dull sound of claws ripping through the forest floor growing closer and closer before the entire woods suddenly tilts on its axis.

this is also in the to the bone universe! can you tell that i'm really into this au? i physically can't stop writing them...another little fic that's outside the events of parts one and two :))) who would i be if i didn't write a chase fic for this man? that's the real question. more violence heavy than the other fics listed, i got bit by the freak bug and i need to write nasty sexy violence sorry babes.

wip #4 • give it to me like a man! feat. dbf!patrick zweig

'patrick comes to your college graduation party, he gives you the best gift...'

“Yeah, I've been pretty busy since the season started. Lot’s of traveling and shit, you know?” Your dad hums in agreement, nodding his head lazily. “For sure, my schedule has been killer this season.” He brags shamelessly, tone heavy with understanding like he and Patrick are in the same boat. Only your dad’s boat is a three million dollar yacht sailing to cushy televised matches and Nike shoots while Patrick is floating on a dinghy to some barely media covered ITF matches. “It’s a miracle I even had time to fly in for the party, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Your hand slides up the length of his cock in one slow motion, your palm grinding over the tip through the denim. “Yeah, daddy.” You say, voice going light and airy around the edges. Patrick thinks it’s being said to your dad, but when his eyes flick over to you, you’re already looking at him. Eyes half-lidded and shiny as your fingers brush over the metal of his zipper.

the long awaited dbf!patrick lol i know i've been dragging this damn thing out for like three weeks but it's the most "done" fic on this list so maybe maybe MAYBE it'll actually be posted soon...

anyway this is nothing but pure filth. just straight up nasty no plot at all pure sex and fucking hard gross style. lots and lots of dirty talk, degradation, risk play, sort of public sex, a barely there daddy kink...just me being nasty on a google doc for no reason!

no pressure tags! @ebodebo @artemis-b-writes @avocado-writing (it's technically thursday but like oh em gee who cares just do it anyway chickens)

[baronessvonglitter]

Wip Wednesday 🍒

I took a breather last week but I have a few ✨new✨ things for y'all this time. Thank you to @probablyreadinsmut @milla-frenchy @joelmillerisapunk @tateypots @almostfoxglove @itwasntimethatdidit40 for tagging me last week and today 🤍

Firstly, the final chapter of "Law of Attraction" :

You've been careful not to intrude on Dave as he's recollecting the pieces of his life into something new. While you've both confessed your love for one another, you don't want to make any demands on his time. It doesn't mean he doesn't need you, though. He calls you over because the girls ask for you, and he insists he wants you there as well, despite your inner misgivings.  The nights are comfortable when you help him cook dinner while Maple, the other invited guest, enjoys the girls playing with her. There's a warm and cozy feeling that resides in your stomach when the five of you settle in to watch a movie, the girls between you with Maple on their laps, and you and Dave exchanging little smiles over their shoulders, mouthing sweet nothings to each other. You don't know how to tell him that you're going to Paris after all.

Remember husband's best friend!Joel? He's back. And he's totally fucking you right in front of your husband:

"GET OFF MY WIFE RIGHT GOD DAMN NOW OR I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!" "You're a bit too late for that," Joel says, his voice surprisingly even, before he starts to move in you again. His voice is like silk when he speaks next. "Darlin' did you want me to stop?" "Please don't stop," you whine, pushing your hips back against his to keep him moving. Your actions and the pleading in your voice make him moan softly and his body reacts on its own. He looks back at your husband, making direct eye contact with him as he starts to move again.  "You hear that? She doesn't want me to stop."

Lastly, this one is a secret work I haven't told anyone about. There will be strawberry ice cream, a nighttime carnival, and getting very frisky on a Ferris wheel.

Joel's in a bind. All night you've been teasing him in that little outfit. The breeze on the midway is blowing the hem of your skirt up, taunting him with a glimpse of your thighs and just a peek of your round ass, lacy panties barely covering it.  Tease, he thinks, saliva pooling in his mouth as you skip ahead in front of him, shouting something over your shoulder over the din of the carnival. That glint in your eye is so mischievous. You have to know what effect you're having on him. You enjoy teasing him out in public, knowing he can't do a damn thing about the tent he's pitching in his jeans. 

Ya girl is TIRED and so I'm not tagging anyone. Please please feel free to consider this your tag if you see it. I'm always excited to see what people have cooking up! 🥰 Love you all!

[drabblesandimagines]

Give me more for the cloud one PUH LEASE

Your wish is my command! I'm playing Remake ahead of Rebirth next month, eeeee.

Cloud Strife x fem reader (work in progress!)

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The merc removes the sword embedded in the wall with not even a grunt of effort, before he swings it around his head in an effortless show, holding it in front of him in a battle-ready stance.

“You lay a hand on her one more time and I’ll take it clean off you.”

He swings the sword once more and swipes it cleanly over your captor’s head, slicing off a good chunk of his mohawk with millimeter precision. Mohawk’s grip on your hair and arm immediately falters and he steps back, now holding his trembling hands aloft as your legs give out beneath you, wincing as you hit the cobbled floor.

“O-okay, okay, man! Sheesh. S-she’s all yours…” He turns on his heel and sprints off, being swallowed by the darkness of the alley.

“Are you okay?” The stranger sheathes the sword onto his back and steps forward, cautiously. You flinch, scooting back to find yourself pressed against the wall.. You’re breathing so loud, and he holds his hands up in what you assume is meant to be a friendly gesture. “Easy. I just want to help. That was a nasty blow you took.”

“T-thank you,” your voice is soft. You're still in shock as he begins to dig in the pocket of his pants and brings out a glowing orb, green in colour.

“Looks sore. May I?” He gestures to your face.

“Okay.” It’s materia, a curing one. He holds it up closer to your cheek and you feel the magic work, immediately the pain subsides. You rub your nose on your arm, trying to clear some of the blood but you know it’ll be a job for the bathroom mirror later on. “Thanks a-again. I owe you. Erm…” You hesitate, “I-I don’t have any money on me, but…”

“You think I interrupted for money?” He seems offended.

You shrug, “No, sorry. Just… it’s Wall Market late at night. Everyone’s got an agenda.”

“I suppose.” His tone lightens again in understanding. “Then what’s yours?”

“Get home in one piece. Always tomorrow…” You hold out your hand then, offering your name, hoping he won't notice it shaking.

He takes it in a gloved hand and a firm grip, stopping the tremor for a moment. “Cloud Strife.”

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Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

[diaphanous-anchor]

Make me write 📑:

🏷️ by : @thiamsalpha & @thiamsxbitch

🌞: Where the Light Reaches (thiam)

⛓️: The Heaven We’ve Been Missing (in This Hell on Earth) (Scott & Theo w/background thiam)

No pressure tagging : @chasing-chimeras @theoceanismyinkwell @theoraeeken @genetic-hellhound @hemlocksandfoxgloves @fruchtfliege and anyone else who sees this

[madamechrissy]

Took you Like a Shot Masterlist

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Final part (coming soon)

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

Summary- One VERY drunk encounter between your greatest rival ever - on your last day of college- leads to you being knocked up. Satoru Gojo, a fuckboy, fratboy, rich little jerk, has been a rival of yours since you all met in College, every damn grade you fought for he got with ease. He crashed every Sorority party you threw. The two of you are so infamous in your rivalry, your friend groups were rivals, and for some reason, life is playing some damn joke on you both. Now... you have to tell him the news - but how Satoru takes it surprises you. Can you both raise a baby together!? And do you even really know each other?

Contents/Warnings- gonna be flashbacks to the rivalry/that night, nerdjo but make him a fratboy, enemies to kind of begrudging partners, but then as the pregnancy progresses, they fall in love hehe- fluffy and smutty, MDNI -will have explicit sex etc, art in the banner by Yuana on X - WC so for- 35.5k

Playlist -preview below!- headcanons - here & here

It had been an absolutely filthy night, that led to your doctor coming in and informing you three months later-

'You're pregnant'

You came in for a normal checkup, you're on the pill and you have no sex life, aside from one encounter over three months ago. A filthy, questionable ass encounter with what so happened to be your former 'bully' - rich boy, frat boy, pretty boy, pretentious boy- Satoru Gojo.

For years, the two of you were rivals, not just academic either, since you were both top of your class all through college, but at everything. He'd hold your notebooks high and laugh at you, he'd try to ruin and crash every sorority event he could. Known as the Queen and King of the campus, you ran the rivaling Sorority to his Fraternity. The amount of times you all had gone toe to toe was literally notorious, even your best friends hated each other on your behalf, starting an entire war between you all.

You have no clue how it happened, still, how the two of you had the best sex of your life at that damn party, fueled by drinks but also something you'd never admit- you've always wondered. Hearing those stories about his... skills, seeing his perfect body and the way his pretty lips smirked so cruelly your direction, even after all these years- how it all led to this moment.

'Hah, sweets, ya finally admit I'm good at something?' Satoru had murmured in your ear, while he'd had you bent right over some bed at some party- both of you were seniors in college on your last and final party, finally you thought you'd be rid of him, of this ass of a man. He was going to live the rich life, working for his family, you were moving on to a whole different career.

'One t-thing... that's it...' You had cried out when his cock had shoved in so deep, making you cum all over him, his fingers gripping your hips while he'd pumped deeper and deeper, impossibly until he'd been right on your cervix. 'F-fuck!'

'Fuck... you had a pussy like this and we've been fighting!?' Satoru is whispering, resting his snowy locks against your neck, biting it with sharp teeth as you milk his cock. 'so greedy, huh?'

'S-shut up, mnh- just... keep... there, there shit!' Satoru had slammed right against your cervix, feeling you pulsing around him, it had been too good, too tight, too fucking wet, he'd paused then, looking at your arched ass, your skirt shoved over your hips. 'Keep g-going, please...'

'M'gonna cum, tho-she's too tight- shit can I?'

Your drunk ass had said- sure. You're precise on that pill, every day your alarm goes off in the morning, you take it. How could...

"Pregnant!?" You repeat. Unbelievable. No fucking way. You...

"Yes sweetie I suggest prenatal and an ultrasound, hmm?" The nurse says so sweetly, as you feel sick to your stomach, which your hand goes down to touch.

Pregnant. With rich, notorious fuckboy Satoru Gojo’s baby- now you would have to tell him!?

Shit.

[hitlikehammers]

WIP Weekend Wednesday

I was tagged by @hbyrde36, who I have to thank first for the tag, second for the patience in my response, and third for tagging me back into the tag-circle in general. I’ve missed doing this!

MAKE ME WRITE!!!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3 sentences from that WIP!

💎 Wearing Only This

☀️(not your average) Morning After

🌱 Vague Persephone/Hades Steddie Flangst

🍆Dildo!Husbands Side-Drabble

🍑 Show Your Fucking Feelings Productively, [REDACTED]

🔥 Pocketful of [REDACTED]

😬 Soulmate Words AU (those are their LAST words)

✨ Made of Light—Consneual-Soulmate AU aka FUCK GOOGLE SIDEWAYS WITHOUT LUBE YES STILL

🍿Opposites Attract Complement

🍐 [REDACTED]

🥃Steve’s No Good Very Bad Future-Life

👾 Cozy Monsterfucking

⚡️Steve Gets Stuck Upside Down

🦇 Kas(ish)!Eddie AU (or IdiotSavesIdiotSaveIdiot)

🎸Rockstar Eddie Comes Back to His Stevie (sequel to this)

☕️ Bridgerton AU

❤️‍🩹Kill For You, Die For You, Live For You?

🏒 Hockey AU Selfcare

🎲 Pre-S4 Steddie Soulmates

🪩 Steddie in the Gay Club (sequel to this)

This isn’t even all of them fuck my LIFE

SNIPPET FROM ‘☕️☕️☕️’

Three things occur before everything begins to fall apart.

These three things are not the only things, of course, but they are notable, and easy to isolate and discern where all else lies in a monstrous cacophony of failures and confusions, misconstruation and misstepping, words spoken and swallowed before they could reach the air on all sides with few capable of piercing the ceaseless drum of Eddie’s pulse, his heart sore and tired for more reasons than he could name even if he were keen to try, brave enough to own it in its wholeness, his shameful ruination of all he’d worked and hoped for, of all his dear sister so deserved: all for his own weaknesses.

All for his own lacking.

If there is any sense to what comes in its entirety—Eddie truly doubts the existence of such a sensible through-line at all—but in theory, if it exists, Eddie would not know it, could not hear it.

His pulse does not even see fit to calm in the dark, and give him peace to sleep: thunders on, and on, and on, and—

Three things happen, that he can grasp and name between the rest that swirls relentless like that beat beneath his ribs. Three things.

And they’re each of them marked specifically by the hawk-shrewd eye of one Lady Sinclair.

———

The first, of course, revolves around the ball.

Eddie chafes at the attire demanded by such affairs, but he will not pretend to possess so little vanity as to care nothing for the figure he cuts.

He will very much pretend he is not watching from the corner of his eye for any hint of attention to his aforementioned figure, by one pair of eye in particular.

Said pretending is something he clings to determinedly when those eyes spare him not even a glance as they approach, focused solely at Eddie’s side:

“Miss Christine, might I have your first dance?”

And of course Chrissy is the picture of demurity, reaching her gloved hand for the viscount’s where it’s stretched, offered across Eddie where he stands as if he’s furniture, mere window dressing.

As it should be, he reminds himself. As it should be.

“Certainly, my lord,” she nods and follows and…Eddie cannot deny that they cut a handsome figure. Together.

It is harder to pretend away the manner in which his stomach twists for the sight.

“Have you been enjoying your time alone with the viscount?” Lady Sinclair sidles up to him once Chrissy is on the floor, in the arms of the viscount, as Eddie’s eyes follow them unblinking—

To ensure the well-keeping of his sister. Of course.

He forces himself to turn to Lady Sinclair, to raise a quizzical brow; she can’t…she cannot possibly suspect what he himself will not full acknowledge or fit to a name; she certainly can have no inkling of the morning in the garden, nor the evening the library, she—

“Yesterday’s hunt.”

And now it’s Lady Sinclair raising a brow his direction, as if his hesitation has created its own suspicions.

Gods be damned.

“Oh,” Eddie says, dumbly as possible, sod it all to hell; “yes, it was,” he tries to collect himself, alongside his emotions—tries to fit something genuine into the words, into how he answers, with:

“The sights are most impressive, indeed.”

He surprises himself with just how genuine it comes out; he shakes himself for the probable reasons, in truth, that underpin his honesty.

He’s proud that, at the very least, he doesn’t not feel himself flush for it—no warmer than the room itself, if nothing else.

“Hmm,” Lady Sinclair narrows her gaze at him, a little too curious, a little too shrewd, for more than just a little too long as he feels a prickling sensation beneath his collar, the oddest inkling that he’s being dissected somehow—before she huffs and takes her leave, keeping him in the corner of her eye until someone else catches her attention and Eddie can breathe again, Jesus Christ.

He blesses the breath he’s able to take, if less-than-halfheartedly, given he’s only afforded less than a handful of them at all before a sudden swirl of skirts invades his space accompanied by a familiar giggle and a hand clutched to his arm.

“Lord Harrington has gone to get me a lemonade,” Chrissy flitters to Eddie’s side in haste, leaning in near-conspiratorially, as a song’s final notes echo before the next begins, her presence beside him almost vibratory.

“How thoughtful,” and Eddie does smile, because it is thoughtful, and she looks radiant like this. She was always a diamond, but he suspects this is the real glimmer that caught the royal eye.

“We’ve just finished our second dance,” Chrissy goes on, leaning in and grabbing Eddie’s hands in her excitement as she murmurs lower:

“I’m quite certain he’d not have asked for two without…intentions.”

And Eddie is ever-so-grateful for his warmup lap with Lady Sinclair, because he can speak the next words that come with his whole heart, and section off any other feelings—no matter how much space they’re coming to take, whatever they are—and keep them cordoned away from tainting his joy for his sister.

He does not dwell upon that joy being less than he would like in the first place; less than she deserves.

“I am most pleased to hear it.”

“You must dance with him.”

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aaaannnd @WhoeverWantsToPlay!

[babymillennial]

gonna be a minute til I can post the full illustration but i am having fun with this Aaravos wip

[dicepton]

I’m feeding you guys again

[4thehonorofgrayskull]

He was a punk she did ballet. Or something like that