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a comic about meeting your younger self :)

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— “There’s a hole where your heart lies…

…and I can see it with my third eye.”

for my baby @theswordmaiden 💞

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teehee , my love is so talented🤭🤭💋 very proud of them for posting this🥰

Stress Relief

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader — ao3

Poor Larissa is frustrated and needs a helping hand. . or throat. warnings: NSFW, g!p, shifted cock, blowjob, praise, finger-sucking, etc. // word count: 2.4k Thank you @ weemssapphic for being willing to beta this <3

Larissa had been fidgeting with the end of her pen when you’d entered her office only moments ago, her little darling, so sweet to check in on the poor woman. Today had been exhausting, from the moment she’d dragged herself out of bed, joints aching and stiff, to the constant bickering of students outside her door all afternoon arguing about who knew what.

But then you’d come in with a cup of hot chocolate, perhaps no longer as warm as you would have preferred, but enough to satisfy, and she’d sipped it gratefully, relieved to have something else to focus on besides the mounting stress of the day — and to have you perched so prettily on the corner of her desk. 

Now she listens as you ramble about the obnoxious construction in Jericho, but her attention is more focused on how your fingers trace the rim of your cup with slow deliberation. It is hypnotic, like a siren's call, lulling her senses into a trance-like state. When you fall silent and look at her expectantly, you can’t help but notice the slight twitch in her eye. It seems that her frustration has returned, though perhaps in a different manner than before.

Larissa flinches at the hand that suddenly brushes against hers. "Is something the matter, Riss? You look flushed..." you question, your thumb pressed against her palm, somewhat amused as her eyes meet yours. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"Sorry, darling,” Larissa clears her throat and reaches for her drink. Watching you makes her feel parched. "Today has been quite frustrating…” Her voice trails off as she contemplates the lingering emotions, dark eyes staring at you curiously.

"Well," you lean in closer until your lips brush against the skin of her knuckles, "I could help you forget about that...?" The warmth of your breath causes Larissa to shiver, your voice like silk against her sensitive flesh. Anticipation pools within her belly as she watches you ease yourself from her desk and coax her up from her chair to take a much-needed break.

Your hands come to rest against Larissa’s hips, tracing the generous curve of them, pressing into the soft flesh as you massage small circles. Your fingers curl into the fabric of her skirt, pulling it up with an innocent smile that belies your intentions. It bunches around her waist, revealing a tantalizing patch of hair that trails from her belly button down to the waistband of her panties.

“Careful, pet,” Larissa warns, though still leans into your touch, allowing you to continue, “Someone should teach you some manners…” The corners of her lips tilt upwards in a coy smile as she studies you, her fingers idly playing with your hair as she waits, wanting to see how far you can be pushed. “I’m sure we can think of something, hm? Sweet girl, always taking care of me..”

Sinking to your knees before she even has to ask, your head tilts back to meet her gaze with big doe eyes, the tip of your tongue naturally darting out to wet your pouting lips. Your hands reach down around her calves to pull her closer, nails biting at the flimsy stockings protecting her skin from your touch.

Slowly you trace up the mile-long expanse of her legs, the tantalizing touch making Larissa’s cock strain against her panties as your warm palms make their way across the tautness of her thighs — drawing closer to where she aches, but never fully giving in to what she needs. Finally rounding the sides of her hips, two fingers hook around the sage green lace holding her and pull down, releasing the writhing length of her cock.

Sucking in a shaky breath, your eyes trail down Larissa’s body, groaning in appreciation as you settle on the sight of her dick twitching between milky thighs, following the slight curve of it with your gaze. It stands proudly, thick and heavy, framed by a neat patch of blonde curls at the base, and a prominent vein that runs up the side you want to trace with your tongue. The thought of her using your throat for her pleasure, just how deep she could push before you choke around her, sends shivers down your spine, and your mouth begins to water. You let out a small whine as your eyes meet hers once again, only to see them completely black, pupils dilated wide with desire, and you give a squeeze to her thighs in a silent plea.

“You make me want to ruin that little innocent look you’re always so careful about showing,” Larissa murmurs, sighing as she cups the side of your face, tilting it slightly. “Such a perfect mouth..” Her thumb stretches out to trace along your bottom lip, soft and inviting, watching in fascination as she pulls it down, parting your mouth slightly, revealing the velvety surface of your tongue. “Open for me, would you, sweetheart? Wider… Ah, there we go. Good girl.” A pleased hum leaves her crimson lips as you obey, allowing the digit to travel the length of your tongue, pushing as deep as it can go before stilling.

“Now suck.” 

Her thumb slides farther between your lips, in and out, back and forth, and you taste the saltiness of her skin as it lingers against the warmth of your tongue. Your eyes flutter shut, and you let out soft moans as you suck on her digit, cheeks hollowing and tongue twirling. Larissa curls her index finger under your chin after a few moments and guides your head up, your eyes opening to meet her intense gaze, while her other hand caresses the side of your face.

Larissa’s touch is gentle, leaving a trail of heat in its path as her knuckles trace down the side of your face, starting from your temple and working their way lower. She pauses at the roundness of your cheek, the pad of her fingers pushing against the skin of your cheekbone before continuing their journey down. Lower and lower they go, until her thumb reaches the corner of your mouth, tugging it down, only to watch it snap back into place. 

“I’ve been thinking about these pretty lips all day... and how much prettier they’d be wrapped around my cock.”

With gentle pressure on your chin, she urges it loose, and you can’t help but to obey, eagerly opening your mouth as she guides her cock towards your waiting tongue — teasingly tapping the tip against its velvety surface before finally easing herself inside, filling your mouth with her presence. A pleased hum rumbles from the depths of her chest as she watches you eagerly take her in.

Your throat constricts, struggling not to gag as you adjust to the length of her shaft. You can feel every movement, slow and deliberate, inch by inch, as Larissa’s cock invades the cavern of your mouth, stretching your lips to accommodate its thickness. She shifts her hips back before slowly pushing forward to enter your mouth once more, your lips puffy and pink, becoming greedy, not wishing to spend a second away from the warmth of your tongue.

The head of her cock presses deliciously against the back of your throat each time it slides back inwards, Larissa’s hips twitching in restraint from just holding your skull in place and fucking your throat to a bruise. 

Slowly, you push your head down until you reach the base of her cock, blonde curls tickling at your lips and nose as they meet the junction between plush thighs, each grunt and shaky breath from the woman above you making you shudder with need. You pull back, releasing her with a wet and lewd pop that echoes, a glistening strand of saliva connecting your mouth to the pink tip of her aching length, leaving a messy trail down your chin as you inhale shakily.

Larissa’s gaze flickers down to watch the connection break, her breathing deepening as she takes in the sight of you — cheeks flushed, lips swollen, a bead of sweat trickling down your brow. The way you look at her, eyes half-lidded in your blissed state, mouth still parted and waiting, ignites a primal urge within her to claim you completely. Her little pet, so perfectly pliable and eager, as if you were nothing but a hole to fill.

You, so obedient, made just for her, on your knees like a saint praying at an altar, worshiping the length of her neverending body. Your hands roam around the back of her legs, carving marks into the supple skin, begging to feel her back down your throat.

“Look at you,” she coos, her voice so sickeningly sweet and low that it sends another wave of heat pooling in your lower belly. “So good to me, aren’t you? So willing to take what I give you, letting me put that mouth of yours to good use...” Larissa’s fingers thread through your hair, grabbing a fistful to gently tug you back down onto her waiting cock.

She begins to thrust forward again, just enough for you to feel every twitching inch of her filling your mouth. Your hands grip at the flesh of her thighs for stability, nails digging in as she increases the pace, each thrust pushing deeper into your throat, swallowing around her length. You groan around her cock as she sets a bruising rhythm, pushing you down, holding you there, keeping you still, before drawing you back up again, forcing you to meet each quick thrust.

“Look at how perfectly my cock fits in that pretty mouth of yours,” she growls, accentuating each syllable with a purposeful thrust that makes you clench around nothing — so desperate to be used for her pleasure, licking and sucking and slurping as if your life depended on it as she uses your face like a fuck-toy.

“That’s right, just like- oh gods- like that.. choke- mmph- on it like a good- ngh- good f-fucking girl.”

Your throat constricts around her, a desperate gasp escaping as you gag, fighting against the urge to pull away even as your lungs scream for air, eyes watering at the gratifying stretch as you take it like the desperate bitch you are. Again and again, her cock hits the back of your throat, another sputtering moan escaping from your drooling mouth, your tongue lapping and swirling at every inch she gifts you with.

“Breathe through your nose, honey,” Larissa instructs through gritted teeth as she finds a heavenly rhythm, angling your head just right so that it makes her see stars. Her breaths are ragged, chest heaving as she cries out your name, over and over like a mantra, thighs trembling on either side of your head. “Just- ah- a little longer, doing so- so well for me- ugnh, fuck!”

Your jaw is beginning to ache, your throat raw and sore, yet you can’t help but moan around her cock, wanting more, always wanting and craving it. Larissa’s hands tangled within your hair grip harder to hold you steady as she bucks against your face, her thrusts becoming deeper. You feel her length twitch against your tongue and you know she’s close.

“Almost there, t- take it all, darling,” she gasps, her voice thick with urgency, “want you to- fuck- swallow it down like a- ngh- good little slut.”

Larissa’s thrusts become more desperate, hungry, her hips jerking forward in quick, erratic movements. Whimpers fall from her lips, her head thrown back in pleasure, teeth bared to the ceiling, each sound sending white-hot pleasure down your spine. You can feel the heat radiating off her, the tension building like a coiled spring, threatening to snap.

You whine around her as she thrusts harder and faster into your mouth like a depraved beast, every bit of your remaining energy focused on pleasing her. Your tongue flicks out, tracing circles around her cockhead as she drives deeper into your mouth, begging — pleading — to let her cum down your throat, and all you can do is hum around her shaft, hoping she’ll do just that.

Larissa breaks apart above you in a series of loud moans and curses as you surge forward, hitting down to the base of her cock once more, pushing her over the edge. Stars dance behind her closed eyes as her hot release spills into your mouth, which you eagerly swallow, milking her for all that she’s worth until there’s nothing left and she’s nudging you away from her sensitive length; trembling and panting as she lets you pull back.

As you lean back on your heels, a rush of oxygen fills your lungs, bringing sweet relief to your heaving body. The lingering taste of her still coats your tongue, and you savor it before wiping the remnants of saliva from your face with the back of your hand.

Larissa’s eyes flutter open, meeting yours with an appreciative smile. “My precious girl,” she whispers, the deep timbre of her voice low and husky, as she reaches down to stroke your cheek and tuck away damp curls behind your ears. There is something intoxicating about the way she gazes down at you — sated yet still hungry, a predatory glint in her stormy blue eyes that hints this is far from over. “Thank you for taking care of me...”

You lean into her touch, nuzzling against her palm and relishing in the attention, and you press your mouth against the skin, despite your exhaustion. Your lips trail a path of kisses from the inside of her wrist to the delicate curve of her elbow, savoring the saltiness of her skin as you work your way across her body.

“More, Rissa,” you rasp against the softness of her belly, nipping at the ivory skin. Larissa shivers as your lips meet her navel. You look up at her through your lashes, eyes wide and pleading as you pout — surely you deserve to cum, too, after all of that? “Please?”

“More?” Larissa echoes, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness as she tilts her head in mock innocence. Her fingers weave into your hair again, tugging gently but with enough force to elicit a soft gasp from your lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Greedy thing...”

You nod fervently, unable to resist, like the obedient little thing you are. The heat between your thighs is unbearable, after all, and you’ve been so, so good for her…

“Such a desperate little pet. Always wanting more, hm?” she tuts, her voice laced with amusement as she continues to toy with you, relishing in your desperation for her touch. Larissa enjoys making you wait until you’re dripping with need. And only then when you decide to pout some more does she relent, just as she always does for her favorite girl.

“Get up, then... I think you deserve to be taken care of, after being so good to me...”

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a/n: never in my life have i written such filth.. and i don't expect to do another like this anytime soon, oh my stars. . lucifer, forgive me.

this has been rotting in my docs since February because i was, admittedly, quite hesitant to post this.. there was a time when larissa fans were complaining (and attacking writers) about people writing her with shifted parts which made me a little nervous about receiving backlash.

but, considering there are far worse things out there being written about her, fuck it — literally, lol. this shall be my one and only face-fucking contribution.. for now, anyway.

taglist because my partner asked to be tagged in this.. @viivenn, thank you for being my inspiration behind this.

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"History will paint you a villain"

Fourth wall breaking to make us believe what they're putting in Rhaenyra's mouth.

Alicent went to Rhaenyra's wedding wearing the colors her House use for war, which created the Green and Black teams. She knew what she was doing.

Alicent was the only one who actively hated Rhaenyra's children to be bastards. Corlys and Rhaenys didn't really care, Rhaenyra's own husband didn't care, Viserys was totally happily in denial. Cole hated it, but his opinion doesn't matter.

Alicent made it a big deal, raised Aegon to be scared of Rhaenyra when he had no true animosity towards his sister before. And telling her son to spare Rhaenyra after years of telling him he was a challenge for her and would die if she becomes queen, was silly.

She helped put Aegon on the throne, and when learnt she was wrong to do so, started to show disdain for him that led Aegon to take his dragon to battle and get burnt.

Then, at his weakest state, she accepted Rhaenyra's deal that includes the murder of her son. The very son who did not want to be king in the first place. Just so she could run away with Helaena and her daughter. She is literally fleeing what she helped causing. She could protect Helaena and Jaehaera and stay in KL to be by her sons' sides and accepts the same sentence she put on them. But no, she still wants a way out of this mess.

So, the writers telling us, through Rhaenyra of all people, "Alicent is a only a victim of patriarchy and will be paint as a villain" is so stupid. Yes, she is a victim. But it doesn't justify all she did. In season two, she marvels at how messed up her boys are, when all their life they heard her complain about Rhaenyra and her bastard children, how Aemond lost an eye and how Lucaerys should have lost his too, that Rhaenyra will murder Aegon in cold blood when she becomes queen (before he usurped her).

So, yes, she is a villain and history will rightfully paint her as such. That doesn't make her a bad character, nor does it mean all victims become villains in turn; Rhaenys is a victim of patriarchy too, Rhaenyra and her mum, the servant girl who Aegon sexually assaulted, all the women of the story are victims of that.

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“The Dark at the End of Everything.”

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🌹!!!! >:3

vamp!jane fic. probably will not finish.

““I’ve eyes in the back of my head, girl. Enter.” Her voice was sudden. You must have peered too long.

You caught her gaze from her mirror, pretty blue eyes with the slightest hint of yellow gold. You thought often about her eyes, especially when she would pay you a visit in the garden while you worked on the rose bushes. If the sun hit just right- she would squint yes, but you got the best view of those eyes of hers, like the glass window panes of the church building that depicted dances of angels. Though, miss Murdstone was no angel.

“I’m sorry, milady. Please forgive my staring.” You quickly passed the threshold of her doorway, closing her door and locking it, as was her expectation.

“Worry not, girl,” Jane said, “come help me with my hair.””

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YEAH I'M FIRST 🦅🦅🦅

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top of the lake x abbot elementary crossover !! miranda is the school resource officer. working on concept arts ! a longer post since this won’t be done for a while.

““It’s a school resource officer.” barbara corrected. “They simply… monitor the halls…” She turned to look at a cameraman, “last time I checked anyway.”

“Yeah, and it ain’t a man anyway. it’s a biiig ol’ woman, she tall!” Ava said with a controlled smile. though, it was obvious she was intimidated. or at least, Janine could tell. Melissa raised a brow, Jacob's eyes lit up, and Barbara was gobsmacked.

“Well, how tall is she?” Janine asked, brows furrowed as she looked up at ava. Jacob nodded, implying he wanted to know the same thing.

“Well I don’t know… she’s taller than Gregory! Blonde hair, super short, like to her jaw… she’s got an accent too, like that fancy british person one. We gotta get that girl brown contact lenses, cause her eyes are way too blue." Ava snickered. She poured herself a cup of coffee and mixed in more than enough sugar to give her a cavity, stirring slowly with the straw. “She'll be here soon, she’s got a cop car and everything, the real deal. Don’t screw it up!”

And once Ava left — though not without the backhanded compliment of Janine's current outfit — Janine and Jacob exchanged shocked glances. Melissa sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, and Barbara cleared her throat before taking a sip from her mug and looking at the camera man.

“Whelp, I’m done here,” Melissa stood and pushed in her chair, raising her hands, “I'm not gonna get questioned by some cop.” Though, she would not tell anyone that she was intrigued by a female cop. She’d never been questioned by a lady officer… to keep herself from picturing it she focused on the clack of her heels as she walked away.

Janine and Jacob squealed. “We have to meet her, Janine! Do you think she wears, like, the blue uniform? Or maybe a black one?” Jacob thought out loud, imagining what she would wear. He wasn’t much of a fashion geek, but it wasn’t often he sees a female cop… probably because he doesn’t come into contact with any cops.

“If she's taller than Gregory I know she’s gonna keep us safe.” Janine then rethought that sentence. “Not that like, Gregory can't protect us… like not that we’re not safe enough—”

“We get it janine,” Jacob and Barbara said in unison. Barbara rose from her seat and pushed in her chair. The camera panned to Janine, who was awkwardly clearing her throat and trying to make them turn it off.

Later in the day, the officer in question finally arrived. She stood significantly taller than Gregory, a head higher than ava. She wore black boots, navy blue trousers and vest, with a soft baby-blue shirt. it’s obvious she took the badges off of her sleeves, and removed her walkie. at least they let her keep her uniform before she moved… Her hair was combed back, and she smiled shyly as she looked down to meet Ava's eyes, following where they wandered.

“Constable Hilmarson, Miss Coleman, but Miranda is fine too. a pleasure.” Nervously, the blonde rocked forward and back on her heels, keeping her smile while Ava looked her over.”

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a long jane murdstone fic !

“Rounding the corner and following the narrow corridor, Jane huffed and held the wall, desperate to catch her breath before seating herself inside the confessional; a sinful penitent, blasphemous in the eyes of God, and nevertheless, she ached again for the touch of a woman, more comforting than the eyes of a man. Jane sucked in a breath through her teeth and exhaled quickly from her nose, settling herself until she would inevitably grow restless as she admitted to her corruption. Jane opened her mouth to speak, but nothing followed. How could she be sure if anyone was even there? Why would someone listen to such a disgusting admission? A quiet “ahem” brought Jane back to the present and encouraged her to open up about her vices.

Jane pressed her index and middle fingers together, bringing them to her forehead, straight down to her chest just below her collarbones, then quickly her left shoulder, crossing over to rest against her right, muttering “Father, son, holy spirit” under her breath. She folded her hands to finish her prayer as if signing the cross alone would cleanse her regrets. Jane breathed deeply, then began, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” the ravenette’s folded hands lowered to lie in her lap, “It has been one month since my last confession… but twelve hours since I have sinned.” Silence consumed Jane as she waited, her heart beating so fast she swore whoever sat behind the booth could hear her fear through the wall. Jane Murdstone was a woman of few words, cold in demeanour, full of spite, and yet she found herself crumbling in a confession box to an invisible stranger, same as she had fallen to pieces underneath Lucy.”

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

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@madamspellmans-met-tet if you recall , the fan art offer in question … dot dot dot🤭 (ITS STILL A WIPPPPP IM NOT DONEEEEE🤧🤭✨✨✨✨)

(have mercy on a poor artist you guys. i had not heard of zelda till i read hot chocolate 😔)

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Collar.

she looks quite nice in this lighting… but i wonder what you did to get on her bad side ?👀👀 or … perhaps good side , how she’s looking at you leaves room for interpretation.

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I've been following for months and I have only just realised the latest username is, in fact, not "vixen". Embarassed omg, no wonder why I couldn't find you on ig lol

i’ve begun to realise this is a common theme with my username !😭 either it is a struggle to pronounce it or it is spelled wrong. deepest apologies !

i can put all of my socials here , so it is easier to find me , as i can’t seem to keep track of my own usernames sometimes🤣

insta: vivenn__

tiktok: vivenn__

noplace: vivenn

cara: vivenn

(i won’t put twitter , as it is an nsfw account and i rarely post as is)

in terms of pronunciation: the “i” should be spoken as if you’re saying “itch” or “in”. it’s not “viven” as if “i” sounds like “eye” , it’s the short vowel form of “i”. similar to “kitten” or something like that. the same applies to the “e” , it is also in its short vowel form , like “bed”. if you put all that together , “viven” begins to make sense. sorry again for the confusion my name has caused !!! 😭💞

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Aren’t you just a delicious morsel.

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Aura!!

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I've been really into drawing clovers lately ☘️

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I think they should all kiss

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Brienne and her lady. (NSFW)

artwork under the cut , minors DNI !

(other character was cropped <3)

figured this would make up for my absence <3