this has been done for like a week.. ladies.. with gentlehands
Hello, have you seen the boyfriend/girlfriend quiz answers from nijisanji twitter?
I HAVEN'T OMG????? Do elaborate 😳
very short leon smut scenario 💭
~ fem reader, 69ing, absolute filth
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Leon holds your hips down against his mouth, refusing to let you get away from him. His toned arms grasping your hip and thigh to keep you pressed down against his face. He lets out hot breaths and moans against your pussy as he licks and kisses it, slipping his tongue into the hole a few times to take everything he can get.
Your head is hanging inbetween his raised thighs, your shaky hands holding onto them for support as he devours you. Soft whispers of his name fall out of your mouth inbetween whines and heavy breaths.
Leon hears you call out to him and through heavy breaths of his own, responds from beneath you
"What is it, baby? You want something in your mouth 't keep you occupied? Yeah? I can do that..."
He quickly thrusts his hips up, shoving his erect cock in your mouth and lets out a load groan of pleasure against your pussy, burying his nose further into you as he starts kissing it desperately.
"Ah, fuck... Atta girl... Oh... My fuckin' God baby..."
You take his cock in your mouth as deep as you can without choking, saliva dripping down it's length and tears welling up in your eyes at the pleasure.
Leon begins to gently buck his hips up, pleasuring your mouth as he continues lapping up your nectar like a hungry dog, speaking words of love through sweet kisses.
"Mmm, that's it... That's a good girl... My fuckin baby... Ah..."
“My marshals dawg”
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'Hamlet, Prince of Denmark' illustrated by John Austen, 1922
Big fat napoleonic art dump
at least credit me for my genius 😴
i completely forgot to post these but in late honour of casting rain week here’s the valentine’s day cards my friends sent me
the last one is my personal favourite bc of how cute grillby looks
reno:
sephiroth:
zack:
noctis:
vincent:
clive:
rufus:
i like to believe that ophelia’s madness gave her a kind of meta knowledge of the plot— that she saw the tragic ending coming, knew that hamlet’s indecision would be his hamartia, that she realised gertrude and claudius were both poisoned with corruption from the beginning and instead of the customary funeral goers laying flowers at a grave, it was Ophelia— mad, at death’s door, about to die in less than 2 scenes— who handed flowers to the king, queen and protagonist as if the dead girl was mourning the living