#I tried to fix it best I could

[jimmysea]

Do you still think I feel pity for you?

LAST TWILIGHT SERIES (2023)

[hinamie]

jjk doodles from requests !!! these were fun ty everyone for sending

[waterwindow]

um please enjoy my humble scream fortress compilation

sorry my mic is really really bad 😭

[gracedreems]

stupid thing i made for tiktok but since i quit i will post it here lmao canon brograndpa

[velociheroviridi]

I'm not fixated on Danny Phantom right now, what could you possibly be talking about?

After like 6 years of having the software, DP is the motivation I needed to finally understood the youtube tutorials on how to animate in csp I guess, so here's my first ever little animation! I know it's super rough but now that I actually know what I'm doing, I'll probably try again when it's not past midnight

[mokeonn]

Before I go to sleep I leave you all with this piece of advice: sometimes you don't actually have to answer big political questions, sometimes you can just say "I am not smart enough to know that, I just know the small things I do to help." Like you can often times completely avoid making a fool of yourself if you just say you don't know.

[dukeofthomas]

I need people to realize how horrible 'stalking/constant surveillance/breaking into each other's homes is how the Batfamily show love' is. Like i really need someone to just acknowledge how horrific saying this bullshit is.

Like even fics where they're shown as happy and healthy and with good ties, you've always got this thing where none of them have privacy or any boundaries with each other. Which is directly antithetical to actually having good relationships. And this invasion via hacking and stalking and breaking into homes is portrayed as a positive, good thing; it's just how they show love and care to each other, after all. But for some reason I just personally don't find stalking, lack of privacy or boundaries, and emotional manipulation funny, endearing, or healthy, and just end up disgusted at the attempt to sweep it all under the rug.

[wasjustred]

hi!! i absolutely love your work. i was wondering if you could possibly do something with thigh riding? i don’t see a lot of it and it’s one of my favorite things to read. basically the reader is very needy and larissa only lets them get off by riding her thigh. possibly mommy kink! ofc reader is 18+ and everything is consensual. if not, i will definitely enjoy everything else you put out. thank you!!

Self-Sufficient - NSFW Larissa Weems x f!Reader

Summary: What the request says! Pairing(s): Larissa Weems x f!Reader Warnings: Smut! (Mommy kink x10, praise) Word Count: ~1k

Author’s Note: Anon, you said mommy kink and my brain ran with it. I hope this is what you were looking for! ♡ (un-beta-ed as per usual!) ╱ AO3

“You’re just the sweetest baby, aren’t you? Do you want to be good for me? Hmm?” Larissa’s voice is soft and warm just like the feel of her, hands settled on either of your thighs, gaze drifting over you languidly. She knows you’re floating - dangling - in that perfect little space between euphoria and painful desperation———just where she likes to have you, pleased with the way you whimper every time she speaks to you, the way you rock aimlessly in search of just the right type of friction. You’re beautiful like this: undone, just for her.

“Y-yes, please, Mommy. I’ll be s-so good for you.”

You’ve been straddling her lap for nearly twenty minutes now, growing restless with your hands clasped behind your back, the only contact between you where your legs meet her own, clenching around nothing as your sex hovers over the gap where her thighs are pressed together. No friction. Hardly any heat. All while she whispers and coos and strokes your cheek with the back of her hand: You’re such a good girl; my pretty little baby; Mommy loves when you sit so nice like this. The exhilaration courses through you unabated, pleasant shivers hitting you like waves, quietly panting, quivering lip when she drags her fingernails over the flesh of your thighs.

“Hands here.” Larissa guides your hands out from behind your back to hold fast to the back of her chair, and you instinctively lurch at her meager touch, inhaling sharp and sweet. “I have some work I need to do now, darling–––can you take care of yourself for Mommy?” She shifts so that you’re straddling the vast expanse of one of her thighs now instead of two, pressed deliciously against your core. You nod vigorously, already close and desperate for any sort of relief she’ll grant you.

“Yes, Mommy.” She smiles soft and proud at your response, pressing a light kiss to your forehead before she walks the seat closer to her desk and reaches under your arms to begin typing away on her laptop.

“Go ahead, my love,” she encourages, flexing the muscle of her thigh against you.

You whimper airily, head ducked against her shoulder as your begin to roll your hips. The smell of her floods you as you burrow your nose into the divet where her neck begins: Floral and ripe, mingled with the faint scent of sweat. You lick a thick, steady stripe up Larissa’s neck and whine when she tuts, moving her head away.

“Ah-ah. You’ll distract me,” she says, gaze focused solely on the work ahead of her. You bite down into your cheek but acquiesce all the same, returning your forehead to her shoulder as you rock against her, reveling in the warmth that washes over you with the feeling of Larissa’s thigh on your clit. She hums appreciatively and subtly rocks with you to help you along, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Her fingers never hesitate over her keyboard.

You can feel your wetness dripping a path of slick heat along her leg while you search for traction. You press up on your tiptoes to change the angle of your pelvis – and when you find the perfect tilt you moan into her skin, relishing the pressure of her muscle against that little bundle of nerves between your legs. Your blouse pulls tight against the sensitive peaks of your nipples with a delightful strain, brushing so with each throw of your hips.

A commotion from the outer hall gives you pause: what sounds like a group of rowdy students passing through, which drives you to freeze in your ministrations until Larissa squeezes your waist and urges the movement of your hips again: “‘s alright, baby; door’s locked,” she murmurs. Her voice is husked over with desire as she noses your shoulder.

You nod at her direction and press on, rolling your sex against her more and more frantically as your orgasm builds. One of her hands drifts to the curve of your back and pulls you closer, deepening your arch until you’re practically chest-to-chest. She’s panting in tandem with you, huffing in short and shallow bursts as if it’s her getting herself off on you–––and it only makes you hotter, a deep flush running along the length of your body. There’s a line drawn straight from your cunt to the tip of your head and it grows tauter by the second.

“P-Please, ––  please, can I cum?” you whimper against her, pushing and pulling your hips faster as your muscles begin to tighten within you.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” Larissa digs her nails into your ass as you move. Her breath runs hot over your neck as she speaks.

“Yes, yes please, I’ve been such a good girl.” Your whining draws a chuckle out of her and she leans back to press a kiss to your neck, nipping at you. You dip your head back in order to grant her more access, each lap of her tongue wresting desperate cries from the base of your throat. The heat of her, the closeness of Larissa, brings you ever closer.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” You gasp sharply as the coil snaps within you, flooding your body as it tenses and releases in equal measure and pushes hard into Larissa’s front. You grip frantically at her shoulders and neck as she holds you with both arms wrapped tightly around you, laying out a series of sweet kisses against the curtain of hair that’s fallen over your face.

“That’s it, you’re so good for me.. That’s it,” the blonde coos as she gives you another squeeze. A buzzing warmth replaces the lightning at your core, runs through your veins as you come to slump against her, breathing hard. You trail your fingertips up from her thighs to the nape of her neck to help ground yourself, ruminating over her warmth, her lines and curves, her strikingly blonde hair tickling your cheeks. She takes such lovely care of you. 

“Thank you, Mommy,” you hum, limp in her arms. “I love you.”

Larissa holds you close, subtly swaying side to side as you recover, stroking the back of your head. 

 “I love you, too, darling girl.”

[acecroft]

Sam Drake in UNCHARTED 4

[sophsun1]

Featured in the music video for Kristine W - Some Lovin'

[carnivalls]

good morning. thinking again of juve and her dog

[no1ryomafan]

God I reaaaally wanna do a video about how kikaider and Casshern influenced mega man cause it’s so obvious and no one talks about it but the issue is I’m also gonna at LEAST need to talk about Astro boy cause I don’t think anyone talked in depth about how it influenced mega man too- but the issue is my attention span can’t handle going through the 50 ep 2003 show-the one I wanna watch-or read the manga since watching long anime and reading manga is something I need to work on💀

[dirtytransmasc]

maybe it's because I'm in the "I'm so obsessed and hyperfocused on my little guys I will make any song seem like it's about them even if it couldn't be any father from actually relating to them at all" stage of my Theon and Asha hyperfixation but like...

I feel like 'I bet on losing dogs' by Mitski is about them.

it's about Asha and her relationship with Theon.

he's her baby brother. the baby brother who looked up at her smiled when she had gone in his room, intent on strangling him to stop his cries. he's her losing dog. the dog she keeps fighting for when no one else will. she never gives up on him, not truly, even when he is so clearly doomed, because she loves him, she won't give up on him.

and Theon is, in so many senses, a dog. he's been passed around from owner to owner, home to home, trained and beaten and domesticated, made to behave how his owner at the time sees fit. he's a good dog, a good beaten dog.

and now, in a way, he's Asha's dog. she doesn't want him to be her dog, she wants him to be her brother, and Theon's trying, he really is trying, she knows he's trying, but part of him will always be doomed to be a dog waiting to be hit, waiting for a command, waiting to be trained.

he's her losing dog, she knows it, knows he's doomed, deep down, there's little hope, he'll die a damned dog, but fuck it she doesn't care, he's her blood, her baby, he will be by her side no matter what. she'll always go back for him, she'll always fight for him, she'll always tell him to stay, she'll always give him a chance, she'll always try.

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[neverendingford]

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[yaoifortresstwo]

breakups are so fucking weird. three years and just like that it's gone. huh