#will leclair

[eyelessfaces]

hell yeah

[vieryplus]

[kidovna]

gwen and bridget are in love ⚔️👑

[faretheeoscar]

OSCAR’S LOOK FOR FRANKENSTEIN?!

[bawsixteen]

This is how quickly my mood changes when i'm on my period

"That is so relaxing.......BRAKEEEEE"

[syrma-sensei]

Oscar Isaac in almost every random frame:

[rainbowdonkee]

Chinatsu Kurahana posted her art for Yuri and now we have all House Leaders drawn in celebration of Three Houses Release date and Anniversary!

Can you believe it's been 3 years already?!

[melodygatesauthor]

Only thinking of this rn

Nothing like a pathetic man to get the blood flowing

[boredzillenial]

Sweet Relief

Laurent finds you during a difficult time of the month, he wants to help you feel better.

Themes: period sex, f!reader, reader has rough periods, fingering, pinv, a silly amount of whimpering, praise kink in full swing

Word Count: 1.1K

A.N.: this was fully self indulgent while my own uterus was trying to kill me, hope y’all can indulge as well 😘 special thank you to @ominoose for the beta read & encouragement 🥰

You were used to Laurent visiting you almost every night. But it’d been a couple weeks without a word… Worry gnawed at your gut along with wave after wave of pain. Menstruation had never been easy for you and it appeared this month would be no different.

You laid in bed, body too drained of energy to stand let alone work in the shoppe below. Another washed over your stomach and lower back as you heard footsteps approaching the door.

“I already told you I can’t work today.” Your shout twisted to a whimper. A gentle knock wrapped against the wood. “I said -“ your wrecked shout cut short as your gaze landed in the figure in the doorway. “Laurent…”

“Don’t worry I snuck in through the back.” He offered a soft smile as he locked your bedroom door. “Thought this may help.” He set a paper bag down on the edge of the bed.

You shuffled forward with a groan and opened it, “Yarrow… where did you-“

“At the market, though I think the woman who sold it to me was a witch.” He grimaced for a moment before he smirked. “Figured a lock of my hair was a fair trade, she wouldn’t do anything weird with it do you think?” His smirk turned to a grin as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Laurent what if-“ you started to protest before he leaned in again, ending your objection with the soft press of his lips.

“They don’t know I’m here. We’re fine.” He nuzzled your nose with his as he whispered against your lips. “The shoppe is very busy, lots of customers, lots of noise…” his voice trailed off as he kissed down your neck.

“Laurent, please I can’t.” You mewled despite leaning back and uncurling yourself. “It hurts.”

He adjusted, hovering his body over yours “Let me help.” He whispered against your neck as his kisses trailed back up to your lips. A groan grew in your throat, another wave of discomfort washed over. Laurent swallowed the sound slowly, tenderly. “Just trust me.”

You nodded against his lips and laid back fully against the mattress. “Sorry for the -“

“Do not,” Laurent’s voice was low and stern, “don’t you dare apologize.” He nipped your lip and slowly grazed his hand down your stomach, sliding beneath your undergarments.

His fingers circled your clit softly, pulling a whimper from you. “How’s that?” He murmured, you bit your lip and nodded in response. He leaned forward and slotted his mouth against yours again as his touch grew rougher against that sensitive bundle of nerves.

He swallowed another one of your pitiful sounds with a smile as you reached for his wrist. “Ah my love please-“ he shook his head and dipped his tongue into your mouth as his pace quickened. Before you knew it you reached your peak as you clung onto him. The euphoria washed away the painful grip your uterus held you in. “Thank you, thank you.” You groaned as you reveled in the relief.

“Don’t thank me yet, I’m not finished with you.” He nipped your lip with a mischievous grin as he pulled away. He picked through the pile of spare linens you had stored away for your monthly intrusion and wiped his hand clean. He picked through again and grabbed a dark thick towel, “Lift.” He instructed softly as he laid the towel under you. “Now undress…”

Anxiety roiled in your gut while you removed your garments and laid bare before him. “I’m already a mess, if we get caught…”

“We won’t - the door is locked, the shoppe is busy, and you’ve plenty of linen for us to clean up after.” He smirked as he pulled his shirt over his head, the light from your window highlighting his toned tan chest. “You my dear, are out of excuses.” His trousers dropped with a soft thud.

You sighed, he had a talent with removing your feeble reasoning. He always had from the moment you met and he made his first advances. In all the nights you’ve spent tangled together the sight of him throbbing for you never ceased to excite you.

“Now just let me do the work, I intend to draw as much pleasure from you as you can take.“ he shifted onto the bed, lining up his fat tip with your soaked folds. “Deep breath darling.” He coos as he sunk slowly into you. You winced at the stretch of him as the pleasure from your first orgasm faded and pain crept back into your belly. “I know I know, you’re doing so well.” He encouraged as he sunk to the hilt and pressed his body against yours. “I’m sorry I’ve been away - fuck, you’ve gotten so tight.” He groaned.

Your soft whimpers filled his ears as he slowly rolled his hips. “Shhh shhh, just breathe.” He sunk as deep as he could go, his soft curls pressed against your clit. He kissed across your neck and shoulder as his hips churned.

You pressed your lips against his shoulder to stifle a groan. Another wave of pain mixed with the pleasure building from his fluid motions. The fullness of having him fully seated along with the curls along his pelvis pressed against your clit sent you reeling.

You arched, your body plastered against his as he continued his motions. He smiled down at you and quickened his pace. His forehead against yours, carefully watching for any serious signs of pain. “How’s this.” His murmured and pressed harder against you.

Your brow furrowed as you held his gaze. “Good, so good.” You whimpered, the pleasure the pressure brought overwhelmed all other sensations in your exhausted body.

His tender gaze remained locked on every expression as he continued to chase away your pain. “Cum for me darling. I need you to feel good again.” He panted.

That familiar pressure built in your belly as his thrusts continued. His embrace tightened as he felt you tighten. “That’s it, right there.” His hand snaked up behind your neck. You hadn’t realized what his aim was until your climax washed over you, instinctively you bit down on his shoulder. He winced and hissed against the pain but the feeling of your channel fluttering around him sent him over the edge.

There you laid together, whimpering, sweaty, smiling messes as the afterglow washed over. You spent the rest of the afternoon like that. You, handling the waves of pain as best you could. And Laurent, doing his best to take your mind off them with mischievous smiles, his hands, and his cock.

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Y’all I am SO SORRY this took so long to put out but I hope y’all enjoyed it!

Taglist: @melodygatesauthor @lunar-ghoulie @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

[ladymarvel27]

They look like two lovers ran away and Charles has lifted Carlos from his waist and they are about to kiss!!

KISS! KISS! KISS!

[casinocarpediem]

My bitch pose is NAASTY

[justafandomgvrl]

Tattoo Artist AU pt1

Laurent Leclaire x F!Reader

Around 1000 words

You sit nervously in the waiting room, your knee bouncing. It’s your first tattoo, and to say you’re anxious is an understatement. A man walks out from the back and smiles at you, dark curls atop his head.

“Are you here for the 10am appointment?” He asks. You nod and he offers you his hand. “I’m Laurent.” You smile and shake his hand, introducing yourself. “Ah, of course, you were here with Camilo for your consultation a few days ago.” He says.

“Isn’t Camilo doing the tattoo?” You ask and Laurent chuckles as he slowly lets go of your hand and you get shakily to your feet.

“No, no, he does consultations and appoints the best tattooist for the idea.” Laurent explains as he leads you through to the room he had emerged from. He looks you up and down, almost frowning. “You seem anxious. Did you bring anything to eat?” He asks.

“I brought a little bit of chocolate. Camilo recommended it.” You say shyly. Laurent smiles and gestures for you to sit down in the chair in the centre of the room, which you climb on top of less than gracefully.

“Unbutton your shirt.” He says as soon as you’ve turned around. “You wanted it on the back of your shoulder, correct?” He asks and you nod, unbuttoning your shirt with shaky hands. His fingers brush your hair out of the way and you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

Laurent takes the stencil and gently presses it to your shoulder blade, applying the - what you would simply call ‘cold goop’ - to put the lines in place to ensure the tattoo matches what you want. He watches you from behind as he waits for the stencil to take on your skin. “What made you choose this design?”

You smile and shrug gently. “It’s from my favourite film,” is all that you say. He chuckles and nods, although you can tell that he’s not laughing at you.

You sit quietly as he removes the stencil and helps you to sit down with your front pressed against the chair, all but straddling it as he braids your hair out of the way.

“If you need me to stop at any point, you let me know, okay? I won’t charge for the extra time.” You smile and nod that you understand, resting your head on the top of the chair as you hear the tattoo gun turning on. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You mumble and you can hear him chuckle again. “Yes, I mean, yes.” You correct quickly, your cheeks burning. You can almost feel him smiling at you. The needle presses against your skin and your breath hisses through your teeth as you will your body to stay completely still.

“Easy, easy, keep breathing,” he instructs, his voice in equal parts firm and soft. You close your eyes and focus your breathing, inhaling slowly and then exhaling. “Good girl.” He murmurs offhandedly and your cheeks blaze red. You’ve never been more grateful to have your back to someone.

By the time you’re halfway through the tattoo, you need a break. Laurent is watching your every move and you don’t even have to say anything. “Lets take five minutes,” he says with a smile. You nod, exhaling shakily. “You’re doing amazing.” His voice is far more gentle than you expect.

“I didn’t expect it to feel so… scratchy. I thought it would be more of a sharp pain but…” he moves around to the front of the chair as he switches the size of the needle attached to the gun to get to the more detailed lines.

“I hear that a lot. I would never say that it doesn’t hurt, but a lot of people exaggerate it.” Laurent says. “The pain might get a little bit worse now because the needle is thinner and the sound is louder, sometimes that can have the effect of more pain. Are you holding up okay?” He asks, and you can see genuine concern in his eyes.

“I’m okay.” You assure him. He smiles, moving back to sit behind you. Something about his smile stays in your mind as his hand brushes your neck to keep your hair out of the way as he begins the next section of the tattoo. You flinch and he hesitates. “I’m okay.” you repeat. He doesn’t argue and gets back to work, the lines flowing almost effortlessly as he permanently etches your design to your skin.

Something about him being the one doing it makes it even better for you.

Someone so beautiful leaving a permanent mark on you adds to your endorphins, to the adrenaline coursing through your body.

“Okay, are you ready to see?” Laurent’s soft voice makes you jump and he bites back a chuckle. You nod eagerly and hear a clicking sound before he wraps the tattoo and tapes the wrap to your skin. You button up your shirt and look over your shoulder to him as he shows you his phone screen.

The tattoo is more beautiful than you had ever imagined it being. He seems to have woven his soul into the work, and you can see it. You smile at him as you turn around fully and throw your arms around him.

“Thank you.” You whisper and he smiles, gently wrapping his arms around you, careful not to touch your shoulder.

You could swear the price he gives you is half of what was quoted but you’re floating so high on endorphins and adrenaline that you barely register it. He passes you a business card for “if anything goes wrong” and you smile and nod and walk out of the shop.

It takes until you get to the end of the street for you to look at the business card you were given.

Call me if you want to get a coffee - LL x

You could swear that you float even higher as you begin to text the number.

[jayke0]

My clothes would be gone.

This scene is my roman empire fr.

[flori-doodles]

Read Gwen and Art are not in love and immediately wanted to draw a sword lesbian :3

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[wehaveagathering]

On 19 May, 1974, the Philadelphia Flyers defeated the Boston Bruins in the sixth and final game of the Stanley Cup Finals. The score was 1-0, Philadelphia; the lone goal was scored by Rick MacLeish, number 19, at 14:48 in the first period. With this win, the Flyers became the first NHL expansion team to ever win the Stanley Cup.

Happy 50 years, Flyers.

jeff vinnick / len redkoles / chase agnello-dean / bruce bennett / john d. hanlon / len redkoles / elsa garrison / andy lewis / len redkoles / andrea cardin / frank o'brien / anonymous / andrew mordzynski / len redkoles

dalton day: THE CHOICE-BETWEEN-A-HAMMER-&-A-FEATHER-POEM

[dollbones3]

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