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unkind-raven · 2 months
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Here are some panels, animated for fun, but not colored yet. Little Ed heading somewhere.
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shespurepoetry · 9 months
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I wanna be a child climbin’ trees somewhere breathin’ in the fresh, outside air and before I knew this life was unkind - Burn, Burn, Burn
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a-titty-ninja · 3 months
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panncakes · 2 months
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"If you look closely, you'll see that Latte is the only being Ongsa talks to."
23.5 (2024)
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unkindhands · 11 months
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Reposting my OVA Dio knife gifs since I like how they turned out
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fieriframes · 6 months
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[Foxes burrow along the meadow. I remain overstory, I pine with the pines. An unkindness of ravens repeat your words. This merciless water's clear as a mirror. Reflecting day breaking into endless night.]
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wasjustred · 1 year
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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
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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
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“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.”
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gwynbleiddyn · 7 months
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oh, please, give me mercy no more // that's a kindness you can't afford
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disdaidal · 1 year
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requested by @ihni ♥ (x)
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kellymagovern · 1 year
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JOANNE WHALLEY as Leonora
Carnival Row 2x04 “An Unkindness of Ravens”
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unkind-raven · 1 year
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My little guy Ed being very uncomfortable with his feminity.
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crankygrrl · 3 months
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Went to see ARGYLLE tonight and it is magnificently, purposefully, gloriously dumb and I had a very good time.
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Decidedly cis-straight (although the end suggests squinting at Argylle) so be aware if that is an issue for you but very much a fluffy, fun movie in which Bryce Dallas Howard, Henry Cavill, and Samuel L. Jackson are having a Very Good Time. Sam Rockwell is also having a good time, I think, but he continues to do nothing for me and I kind of wish John Cena and Rockwell had switched parts.
Definitely not for those who take their spy movies seriously (but that raises the question as to why you are watching spy movies in the first place). Definitely for anyone who felt that Bryce Dallas Howard could have solved the whole dinosaur thing if Chris Pratt had just gotten out of her way.
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unkindhands · 7 months
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The three versions of Avdol's tsk tsk in The Fool and Geb arc
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galaeus · 7 days
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@marredmarvels / why don’t you care? - tony!
Something indiscernible flickers over her face before it twists, wicked and angry. Echo would have rather him spit in her face and called her a cacophony of swears than assume she was indifferent to the presence of him.
Considering she kept up a brave face through most of their neighbor's graduation party, dazzling all with that wretched pageant smile. They're on the brink of finalizing a divorce, though she still has the commonsense to wear her rings. The vultures of Monterey would have noticed a bare finger miles away.
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"Some fucking nerve to think I don't," she corrects under her breath, finishing her sixth -- seventh? -- glass of chardonnay. "Kept the rings on, didn't I? Saved our asses for yet another day in this shithole. Figured you'd be thanking me for being such a darling divorcee today, though by all means, tell your lawyers I'm a drunk to screw with the custody dispute."
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harurio · 3 months
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izuka kenta as hirado azuma in call boy, 2018.
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monster42069 · 4 months
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Anytime someone interacts with the post I made about intellectual disabilities in 2022, I’m haunted by the reminder of the deep thinker political snoopy blogger in uni, self-diagnosed with intellectual disability, being shitty to me in the notes.
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