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[isabelleadjani]

NOSFERATU THE VAMPYRE dir. Werner Herzog, 1979

[lobotomydaughter]

ao3 emails are the best emails to receive. bless.

[bangtanghan]

20250224

[sang-i-fetge]

Something that really amuses me is that who want GoodDad!Bruce reconciling with jason really just want arkham batman.

Who, upon discovering the identity of the guy that orchestrated a violent takeover of (a mostly empty) Gotham, goes "Jason...🥺 I thought u were dead...🥺 we can fix this...together...🥺"

[guillotin3d]

bookworm

[heesimp]

heheheehehe hellooo👅👅👅👅👅👅😏😏😏😏

thinking very very hard about sunghoon tying his partner up and eating her out until she shakes and begs for his cock. he will 100% jerk himself off with the sole purpose of riling her up. BRO i can’t unthink the thought that sunghoon will coo at her and call her bunny. TO BE CALLED BUNNY BY HOON IS CRAZY. (it’s a need )( foaming at my mouth) he’s so big and girthy damn

🐈‍⬛ anon 😏

ps: i hope you’re doing welllll hehehehehehehehe i miss talking to u

short lil thing and not proofread 😩

Sunghoon’s mouth feels so good on your pussy, and yet you can’t do a damn thing about it.

Your hands, which are bound to the bedpost by ropes, scratch against the material when you try your best to pry yourself from its grip. Sunghoon only laughs at your weak attempt and the sound travels from to his clit. Every pass of his tongue feels like some sort of heaven and it doesn’t help that his hands have your legs spread wide open for him. He doesn’t let you close your thighs, even if you’re shaking and cumming over and over again.

You’ve been watching him hump the bed while he makes a mess of you. He’s changed his position to stroke his cock while his tongue is all over you and it makes you want to scream.

“Pretty bunny.” Sunghoon rises to his knees and smacks your pussy with his fingers before pumping his ginormous dick. “So eager like one too.”

“Put it in me,” you whine.

Sunghoon chuckles and puts the underside of his cock on your slit, pushing himself until his balls touch your ass. He listens to you whine when he pulls back and repeats the same action.

“Pussy’s so sexy.” Sunghoon mutters while he places his tip by your entrance. The wet sounds his hand makes while he pumps himself is downright sinful. You just want his cock in you but Sunghoon laughs and pushes you down with his free hand. His spongey tip feels so warm and you ache for his dick. After what feels like hours of torture, Sunghoon finally sinks into your hole and you hold onto his muscular shoulders.

“Bunny, you’re so fucking tight,” he whispers against your ear. Sunghoon pulls himself back and pushes forward, making your body jolt. “What do you say, hm? We fuck like bunnies all night? Does that sound good?”

“Ngnnn.”

“Tsk.” Thrust. “Need you to speak up, bunny.” Thrust. “Want me to fuck you hard?”

[artlady27]

This is what my lil black cat is doing on this Friday the 13th🐈‍⬛

[gobscene]

Well, well, well if it isn’t our favorite duo of bullies.

This is MY interpretation of their faces. Been meaning to do this for a long time but put it off like many other things. BUT THEN I saw the art book page on Hugo and it kinda motivated me.

Hugo has no right being this hot!

[ariannabananasstuff]

lily evan’s and regulus black btw

[tinydancerfreelancersblog]

Part 3

[famousfishathletecookie]

Siesta…:)

[isabelleadjani]

Jonesy the Cat ALIENS dir. James Cameron, 1986

[pomefioredove]

May I please have a sugar cookie, order number 15, with sprinkles & chocolate chips?

I'm super excited I came in time for this event, I adore your blog & am excited to see what comes of this.

(Pardon me as I cross my fingers in hoping to get one of my babygirls or just one of my faves)

—🐈‍⬛

you get one of MY babygirls. praise mana-sama for helping me through requests today

order #15, sugar with sprinkles and chocolate chips

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ unlike yourself

tropes: hurt/comfort, fake dating characters: rook additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, short and sweet, probably ooc

It's strange, you think.

Rook Hunt, the mysterious, distant vicewarden, loved you more in an evening than anyone else had in months.

Only an act. You had to remind yourself of that, every time he squeezed your hand or pulled you closer to him.

Every time he whispered something silly in your ear, every time he kissed the back of your hand. Only an act.

"I could write a thousand poems of you, mon amour, and never become bored of it,"

At some point, you had stopped looking at the others. You had forgotten they were there altogether.

It's only an act.

It felt like a fairytale, glittering, iridescent and silver, yet one that still ended at midnight in rags and pumpkin seeds.

You didn't want to think about that.

That by sunrise, the event would be over, and you would be back to your life. Back to your drafty dorm and secondhand clothes, back to your cold, lonely mornings. Back to yourself.

Back to the person you so hated.

Rook made you feel something unlike yourself. You were someone beautiful to him, someone interesting, someone loveable, someone worth teaching to dance, no matter how many times you stepped on his toes.

He only smiled.

You had asked him to be your date, to lie with you, to act with you, to prove to everyone that you were that someone, so unlike yourself, that you were beautiful and interesting and loveable, and worthy.

It had been your request. Just two hours, you said, and now you selfishly want more. You want years.

You want to make him feel the way he makes you.

"Your eyes are watering," Rook whispers, holding your face and drying your tears with the gentle touch of his gloved thumbs.

"Why are you sad, mon ange?"

You can't tell him. It's only an act. It's only an act. You want him to stay. He can't. He won't.

You can't ask him to stay.

"You are tired," he says, smiling sweetly, his cupid's bow curving. "Let's get you home, Trickster."

He's right, of course.

And you don't want to leave, you don't want to lose something on the velvet steps of the dorm, but you do, for him.

He walks you back to Ramshackle himself. He tucks you in bed and makes you something warm to eat since you both know the silver-plated hors d'oeuvres weren't enough.

You don't want to close your eyes. But he asks you to sleep, and you do, for him.

And so you wake up in your drafty dorm and your secondhand clothes in a bed that isn't really yours, feeling like yourself again.

But today, on this cold morning, he's sitting with you, and it isn't lonely.

"Oh, Trickster," he whispers, leaning over your, holding your face and gazing at you with something like softness.

"You did not have to ask me to stay. The answer is always yes."

And he kisses, again and again, your lips, your cheeks, your nose and head. He kisses that person, the one in rags, the messy one, the lonely one, you. He kisses you. He wants you.

And you think, perhaps this person, this yourself, isn't so bad.

Rook loves them, after all.

[benjingler]

[mays-strays]

stretchy boy / pics by @dankyandskanky