#WE BALL

[iamspo0oky]

2025 will be my "figure out if trans" phase.

we're running out of time to fuck it we ball....

[spoopdeedoop]

WYD WHEN MY GANG PULL UP !!!

[forecast0ctopus]

spock on theremin what is he playing

[froggielovescoffee]

i got a little lazy near the end, but i did my best to finish this

[frogbl0ck]

i will finish this some day.

[dipperscavern]

can I be cheeky and ask for riding jon’s face 🫣🫣🫣

yes… oh yes you absolutely can….. i fell asleep last night to the thought of jon snow canonically being a munch (funny enough) — we’re on the same wavelength anon ! (written w shy!reader in mind)

you’ve heard the talk, heard the different ladies from different statures talk about “the act”, and it’s always a different answer. some say it’s mediocre… others, that it’s their favorite way to feel good, and some, say it’s terrible. you’ve heard stories of men never caring about the woman’s pleasure, and how their only purpose was to give them children. the thought made you shudder.

you, yourself, have never had time. time to freely choose who you trust enough to share that sacred experience with (or even touch yourself). the men at castle black are sworn to celibacy, and even if they would abandon their oath for a night with you, you wouldn’t let them. most of the men at the wall are untrustworthy, and you want more than just a quick fuck. even if these thoughts plague you, you’re too busy with your duties to worry about it. a thing you’ve since long accepted.

until jon snow.

you had been there for jon since his arrival at castle black. never batting an eye at his surname, always trying to make his life a little bit easier. there was also the stolen glances, the soft touches you both passed off as “accidental”, the longing for each other. you both remained as merely “close friends”, until things boiled over and you found solace in each others lips. it didn’t go farther than that, the tentative kiss being soft & exploring, and that was okay with you. you didn’t expect more. until you got more.

sometimes, you hate jon for being so easy to talk to. your shy nature has slowly melted away in his presence, and you find yourself unable to be embarrassed about the questions you ask or answer. your late night talks are what keeps jon sane. he wants to know everything about you, and you both would talk till morning if you could (you have before). the topic often shifts, landing on anything and everything on the planet. even “the act”.

imagine jon’s surprise, when the most beautiful & endearing woman he’s ever met drops her gaze to the floor and bashfully tells him she’s never cum before.

jon short circuits. he asks if you want to. he asks if he can make you. and you say yes.

jon snow is a giver. tasting a woman is a pleasure in itself, and he’d tell you as much if you asked. his mind ran a million miles an hour, thinking about all the ways he could make you feel good. it doesn’t take long before the desire to taste you takes a hold of him, and so he does.

“You’re hovering.”

he’s not wrong. you are. you thought you had heard it all, but the act of sitting on someone’s face has clearly alluded your ears. you’re unsure. you don’t want to hurt him.. suffocating the first man you lay with would have you begging the gods to open the ground and swallow you whole. and it’s not just any man, it’s jon.

the soft glide of jon’s fingers across your thigh bring you out of your head. his hands are cold. they feel nice in contrast to your own skin, nerves lit on fire.

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You won’t.”

“Jon-”

“Do you trust me?”

he’s steadfast in his reassurance. his thumb has been rubbing circles in your hip while you both have been talking. does he do it all on purpose, or is he just this naturally desirable?

“You know I do, but-“

“Good. Sit.”

you still hesitate, and that’s when jon takes matters into his own hands. his hands stop their tracing, and instead grip your thighs, bringing you down himself.

whatever expectations you had are exceeded tenfold. jon eats you out like a man starved. your head spins with the way you can feel his tongue, exploring you and swiping over your clit. it has white hot pleasure shooting up your spine, and your thighs quiver ever so slightly, but jon’s firm grip keeps you in place. he’s confident in his movements, precise and sure in a way that makes you see stars.

jon thinks he’s found the place where he would be content to meet his demise. you taste so good, and the pretty sounds you’re making have blood rushing straight to his cock. jon has always loved the sound of his name on your lips — whether it be small acknowledgments in passing by, or just mentions in mere conversation. but he’s found he much prefers hearing you moan it.

you’re almost embarrassed how quickly he has warmth building up in your belly, pressure building as he gives you the most pleasure you’ve ever had. he’s giving and giving and giving, and you find yourself selfishly taking all of it. he doesn’t slow down, keeping a steady rhythm that makes the cord in your stomach wind impossibly tighter.

“Jon, I’m-!”

you don’t get to finish your sentence, interrupted by the snap of the cord in your stomach that was previously tightening. pleasure overtakes your nerves, flooding your veins and momentarily removing your ability to speak (or think). jon’s tongue doesn’t stop fully, only slowing down to help you ride out your peak.

you catch your breath, feeling jon kiss the inside of your thighs as small aftershocks have you clenching around nothing. you find yourself seeking his touch (as if he hasn’t been constantly on you), your hand running along the surface of your thigh to find his own. he reaches for you, trapping your own smaller hand beneath his own. it’s reassuring, grounding you back to the present after he brought you so far over the edge.

you move to get off, to let him get up & breathe — but he doesn’t release his grip, keeping you in place. you hear him speak.

“Only once?”

[samualcheese]

(REALLY OUTDATED) its ironic on how i hate actual math irl

Been wanting to do a lineup of my designs for a while... all designs here are subject to change by the way (specially one...i struggle a little with her)

[sheyfu]

dan heng is someone who

▪︎ rests his head on your lap as he checks the data bank

▪︎ puts his hand on your lower back as you both walk around the xianzhou luofu

▪︎ lets you touch his horns and braid his hair whenever he's in his il form

▪︎ writes short poems for you whenever he's sent on a mission

▪︎ checks up on you whenever you two are away from each other

▪︎ tangles himself with you whenever you sleep in his room and share his mattress

▪︎ has a secret code with you; two taps for 'i love you', three for 'i want a kiss', a rub on the knuckle for 'i want to kill him/her' and an arm slung around your waist for an 'i want you'

▪︎ learned to love gossip bc of you and listens intently whenever you yap about some affair (BRO LOCKS IN)

▪︎ kicks his feet and giggles in his room whenever you get to spend a day together

▪︎ has quality time and physical touch as his love languages; and

• makes you teach him cpr which becomes an inside joke that only the two of you understand. (fic idea maybe)

▪︎ folds, albeit secretly, whenever you give him a smile (kazehaya type shit)

[ihavemanyhusbands]

born to discover new sea routes, forced to live with the hopeless melancholy of an english sailor that hasn’t seen the sun in months

[seekingseven]

discontent

[gioiaalbanoart]

Gentle reminder worthy to share here as well ✨️🧡

[izzypaw]

doodle

[elenauaurs]

This was supposed to be a mini comic but- the demons won and I didn't have the motivation to finish it + I have to draw other stuff

It's basically Malleus looking to ramshackle and Yuu is in the roof. I thought it was cute so I felt it would be a shame if I never posted it even though it's not finished

Who knows, maybe I'll eventually get the motivation back? If so, consider this a sneak peek

@cyanide-latte @oya-oya-okay @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @distant-velleity @boopshoops @br3adtoasty @casp1an-sea @heyhellohihowareyou @revolllutionary @tixdixl @sillyslipperybananapeel @cheerleaderman @revolllutionary @nyx-of-night @lumdays @skriblee-ksk @nemisisnemi @althea-and-alcestris @miyanaranagikenmal-intp @the-necromancer-wife

[primsheep]

Highnet from hit game hollow knight silkbong

[isjasz]

[Day 355]

wip day!! bc I actually really like how the sketch turned out + its too late so im not gonna rush it too much. tmr 💥

[boomposhpow]

mabelllll mabel mabel mabel