#( ★ ) my stuff.

[opikiquu]

more Penacony memes!!!! (yeah its still mostly aventurine)

[kissatoru]

★ ₊˚ JUST ONE MORE

content. sub!armin, soft dom!reader, gn!reader, handjob, edging, overstimulation, praise kink, dacryphilia, dry orgasm, aftercare, pet names (baby, love)

wc. 1.5k

you’re sitting in armin’s lap, thighs around his hips and a hand cradling his face. your fingers pet his hair absentmindedly while your lips dance along his, soft and tender yet passionate, full of stolen breaths and longing.

...but your other hand is not so gentle with how it’s been edging him for an hour, sliding up and down his wet length at a pace that has him squirming helplessly. some of his noises escape through the flickers of space between your moving lips and leave a tingling sensation in their wake. you chase that feeling with fervour, fluctuating between flicking your wrist faster and slowing down to focus on his sensitive tip. his thighs writhe and his breaths gradually fan harder and quicker against your face. his hands scramble in search of purchase, jumping from the sheets to your thighs to where your fingers still cup his cheek.

your sensual kissing has long since turned feverish, mixing with bites and harsher presses of swollen lips. armin pulls away to whisper, “close, close, close,” against your mouth, hushed but desperate.

“don’t cum until i tell you,” you remind him and he can only manage a small nod before his head is flopping back against the pillows. his jaw goes slack, making way for whimpers and moans that spur you on. his hands return to the bedding, twisting and tugging at fistfuls of fabric. he’s so close, so so close. he’s not sure if he’ll be able to hold on long enough to do as he’s been told.

as if reading his mind, you lower your other hand and rub his thigh. “you’re doing so well, just a little longer,” you assure, but each second feels like an eternity and ‘a little longer’ turns into too long and just as he’s about to cum without permission, you say, “go ahead, baby, let go. you’ve earned it.”

armin’s mouth opens up into a loud whine that blurs into weak little ‘thank you’s. spurts of white spill over his stomach, some even reaching his chest. your soaked fist moves from tip to base, slowing down with every drop of cum that follows. his chest rises and falls and his hot puffy breaths beat against your skin as he sinks down from his high.

“you– you can stop now,” armin breathes, his voice raw and quiet and trusting as he waits for you to stop, but your hand only continues to pump his cock, quickening motions that overheat his already hot skin. “ngh, wait! why are you still–”

“shh, shh.” you push aside some hair that’s fallen in his eyes as he moans brokenly. “it’s okay. doesn’t it feel nice?”

doesn’t it? he can’t decide. “i don’t– fuck, it’s so much– i, i can’t–” armin tries to plead but he’s interrupted by another wanton moan, face growing hotter by the minute from the humiliation of not being able to speak. his thighs writhe in confusion at the overwhelming sensation. it sends signals through his nerves, telling him to escape, but he can’t stop himself from thrusting into your tight grip, as if searching for more. the pain burns, but the pleasure is scorching in comparison. he feels like an exposed nerve; he wants to get away, he wants to keep going. his abdomen clenches and unclenches and his toes curl at the changing urges. it feels so good and hurts so bad; pure torture and bliss and completely inescapable. it keeps going with seemingly no direction or ending until he senses the edge of his climax; a coil that twists and tightens in his core.

of course, you notice this immediately, already familiar with his tells. “are you close, ‘min?” you murmur.

unable to trust his voice, armin lets out a pathetic hum. he swallows and tries to catch his breath, focusing on that feeling building up in him, that coil. it curls tighter, tighter, then impossibly tighter, until it finally snaps. he squirts creamy white ropes all over himself and his eyes squeeze shut as the aftershocks of his orgasm wrack through him.

but instead of passing, the stimulation intensifies, and that’s when he realises you still haven’t stopped.

armin’s mouth opens and closes, unable to form sound as his entire body begins to shake. tears well up in his eyes and a sob finally bubbles up from his throat. his hands are frenzied, clawing at your clothes and limbs as if in search of something. he babbles, voice cracking over syllables as he chokes out frantic pleas. he doesn’t even know what he’s pleading for at this point. to stop? to keep going? it’s like he has no control over his body or what he’s saying.

“i know, i know,” you assure softly, “but i want you to cum again for me, love. you can do it, i know you can.”

armin locks his arms around your neck and pulls you closer to him. “c–can’t– hurts... so good,” he whimpers into your ear as he digs his nails into your back and nuzzles his sweaty forehead into your neck. his heart is pounding. his lungs are trembling. his thighs try to clamp shut, but your weight keeps them pinned. before he knows it, he’s cumming, just like you said he could, and much quicker than the previous two times, but he can’t even register the latter because instead of relenting, instead of having mercy, instead of giving him at least a small break between the overwhelming touches and drawn-out orgasms, you just keep fucking going. armin practically wails and you’re quick to comfort him, whispering praises and bringing him out of your neck to wipe away his tears and kiss the reddened apples of his cheeks.

god, you think as you lean back to look at him, he’s so pretty when he cries, eyes shining like ocean water; peering up at you from under sandy blond eyelashes, all clumped together with tears; nose and cheeks tinted pink. on top of that, his lips are kissed and bitten red, complimenting his pale skin, which glitters with sweat. oh, how you’d love to frame a picture of him like this; not even for sexual reasons, you just adore it when armin is so vulnerable and yours. you wish it could last forever, but you’re also wary of the fact you’re about to make him cum for the fourth time and decide you’ll need to stop soon.

you bring your other hand to massage his sticky tip between your fingers while the previous continues to glide up and down his shaft, producing loud and embarrassing squelching sounds. armin keens and instinctually glances down between your bellies; his tip is a deep red, glistening with cum and so swollen that it looks like it hurts and that fact only makes it hurt more. you’re squeezing and kneading the head of his cock with your palm, fast and unfaltering, while your other hand trails down to his balls and rubs the delicate skin there. his orgasm feels as though it’s ripped from him as he cums again, splattering over your hand and his belly. you consider stopping, but after slowing down for a second, a second of rest and mercy, you go back to your previous motions and armin is back to choking on whimpers and crying into your shoulder. his brain has gone fuzzy by now; numb with the intensity of it all.

“just one more time, okay?” you pet his hair while syncing your hand with the sloppy thrusts of his hips. “just one more for me, baby. i know you can do it.”

armin nods, chasing his climax despite his exhaustion and sensitivity. the pain melts into white-hot euphoria that rises higher and higher. he drags his nails up, down and across your shoulder blades, almost scared of his oncoming orgasm. your wrist aches and the scratches on your back sting, but you persist, pumping the top half of his cock, squeezing harder on every upward twist and flicking the pad of your thumb over his weeping slit.

no more than a second later, armin is cumming, but nothing comes out of his poor cock, just a few pitiful drops of residual cum, and the sight of it has him crying. you help him ride out his fifth high while he clings to you even harder, panting and whimpering into your ear. you mutter praises to him as his tense body slowly grows limp and slips off of you. you catch him before he can fall against the bed and carefully lay him down. the warmth of your body leaving has him whining, but you peck him on the temple and promise you’ll be back soon.

when you return with a damp cloth and a glass of water, you find armin half-asleep. you smile fondly and admire the way his skin glows in the low light before making your way over. you set aside the glass and tentatively wipe his skin clean. once you finish, you caress his head, trying to get his attention. “hey, sit up for me, love,” you say, and with some delay, he does. you bring the glass to his lips and help him drink until you’re sure he’s had enough. then you pull the sheets over him and let him lay back down.

“thank you,” armin mumbles. you just smile and kiss his shoulder before sliding in beside him. he sighs into your chest and holds you as close as possible. you pet his hair and the action helps the both of you eventually fall asleep.

[hiddencircus]

#39! ♪ HATSUNE MIKU GRAPHICS! × . ⁺

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[ivoryjades]

Finally drew FemJade 🙌🙌🫶

[burnt-cookii]

Anon that requested a shadow milk drawing: I didn't release you already drew him OOPS- In that case, if you want to, could you draw your favorite cookie when you first starting playing CRK?

decided to draw them both insteaadd :'> its alright to ask for the same character

[snow-at-twilight]

gay.png

[hyunip]

Model!black!reader x Artist!Ony

His hand slid into the frame of the photo, tring to move a piece of trash that seemed to also be peeking into the frame of your photos. This caused his large hand to be caught in one of the photos. You hated anything that was good enough for you on the first try, honestly. Despised it. More than someone chewing their food hella loud in your ear.

Without moving your head an inch, you moved your eyes to give him an evil glare. And he knew what that meant. The larger male, known as small artist Onyankopon, avoided this gaze and threw away the piece of trash, his nerves tingling as he felt your pretty hazel eyes burning right into the back of his head, waiting for him to turn around so you could finally make eye contact with him.

You were used to Ony avoided this stare, so when he finally turned towards you and held that gaze until one of you looked away, your heart jumped.

No matter how hard you stare at this man, whether the eye contact makes him nervous or not, he will not budge.

But to show you he does not play games, when you get home, you go off on him. Telling him how he fucked up one of your photos, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulled you towards him, telling you how it was only one photo.

Yet you couldn't let go of that, because that was important to you. "It don't matter Ony. You know how I feel about that."

and after all of that, he's finally the one taking the reigns in bed. He has you in missionary with your hands in his as he hunched over you, feeding you sweet, deep thrusts while he mumbles little apologies in your ear, kissing your neck and jaw every time before he said another one.

[yuu-kumeii]

Thinking about best friend and menace Suna who always finds a way to sit next to you in class, pushing your desks together so he can just look at your book and not get his own

The guy who hides your water bottle in hard to reach places just to see your reaction, he could hide it on top of the lockers, under the bleachers, inside the twin’s bag, somehow put it right outside the window, there are endless possibilities 

…You ended up forgetting about it during a field trip and Suna called the place back to ask if they can hold on to it while both of you try to get it back

Your best friend who twisted his ankle once and still went to school but couldn’t get up the stairs on his own so you laugh at him from the top before trying to help

The same guy who once tried to drink straight out of the water dispenser because he forgot his water bottle one day and decided there was no other option

“SUNA KEEP YOUR MOUTH AWAY FROM THE DISPENSER”

“But I’m thirsty”

“OTHER PEOPLE DRINK FROM THAT”

“But I need water”

“SUNA THERE WAS A MOSQUITO CHILD IN THERE JUST YESTERDAY”

“A new friend”

You had to restrain him because he kept running back to it, both of you on the floor from pushing each other so much that a teacher saw it and thought you were throwing hands at each other

Your best friend who can’t help but draw little immature doodles on your books with a straight face, always redrawing them whenever you dared to erase them

“Wow very mature of you Suna” You say with a deadpan, eyes following the pencil move along the corner of your textbook

“I know right?” 

Menace Suna who made a deez nutz joke you didn’t know and took the opportunity

“Do you like E girls or I ladies?”

“What’s I ladies?

You poor thing.

Best menace friend Suna, what’s not to like?

[jjayjay014]

[moo-savr]

m00 cringe completion part something [gay edition]

[mirrorhouse]

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[opikiquu]

these 2 gonna drive me insane

[kissatoru]

content. top dom!hange, bottom sub!reader, praise, rough sex, hange has a dick/strap but other than that all anatomy is ambiguous

sex with hange is, in a word, passionate.

they whisper sweet things to you, so loving and tender and intimate, all the while, they’re fucking you as if possessed; slamming into you so hard and fast that your legs go numb and your mind just blanks. each thrust has your sweat-slick back sliding up the bed, and each time, they just pull you back down by your hips in one smooth motion. brown eyes, usually from behind glass, stare at you, now bare and swallowed up by black. hange’s calloused fingers dig into your soft flesh and their mouth smothers your neck in kisses and hushed praises, quick yet slurred.

“so perfect for me,” they breathe, voice low and hoarse from exertion, “love you so much, darling, my angel. you’re so good. so good, so good.”

and you can barely hear it over the sound of slapping skin, grunts in your ears and your own gasping moans. you cling to them helplessly, nails carving the evidence of your pleasure into their tan skin. every time their pelvis meets the backs of your thighs, the tip of their cock pushes into that sensitive bump inside you, and the sheer intensity of it has your jaw going slack and your knees clamming up around their waist, all shaky and loose.

they coo, “need some help there, sweetheart?” and without warning nor waiting for your answer, they pull out of you and flip you on your front like you weigh nothing. you barely register the change in your surroundings before the wet head of their cock is poking at your entrance and sliding back in. no sooner than that, they’re yanking their hips back again and pistoning into you at that blissfully ruthless pace. all you can do is pant and whimper into the mattress, fingers coiled around the sheets so tight you can barely feel them.

“arch your back for me, gorgeous,” they rasp, and you do as they say, or at least try to, and it’s enough to make them moan out loud. “that’s it, just like that.” they take your wrists and straighten your arms out behind you, stretching them tight like a bow string as they continue to fuck you. “shit. look at you,” they ramble breathlessly, “so damn pretty like this. my dearest schatz.”

your chest peels off the sheets and your shallow breaths quake through your ribcage. hange’s strength and speed is relentless and so cruel in comparison to their words. the way their cock reaches so deep, the way it abuses that fragile spot inside you on every inward thrust and how there’s barely even a second for you to recover between each one. then they switch the two hands on your wrists out for one, their long fingers effortlessly wrapping around the width of your two hands, so the other can make a cute handle out of your hair. tears bloom in your eyes and watery hiccups jump from your throat at how they’ve locked you in place, at how lewd of a position you’re in.

“i know, baby, i know,” hange mumbles, as if you’re actually speaking to them and not just making noise, “but you’re doing so good, angel, taking me so well.” they swallow hard and let out a long, heavy sigh. “fuck, y’gonna look so pretty cumming on my cock... you always do, always so good f’me. can never get enough of you, my sweet little thing, my darling dove.”

you’re stumbling and choking over your own breaths now, as if they’re running away from you sooner than you can catch them. your core is hot and leaking puddles onto the sheets, so desperate to be touched, but you’re locked in place by hange’s grip, unable to rut against the bed to relieve the building ache there.

“want...” you whine and hope that hange can, by some miracle, decipher what you mean.

“what do you want, my love?” they ask, and you can only manage a warbled, “please,” and a frantic wiggle of your hips.

“ah, i see,” they drawl out and tiptoe the hand in your hair down to that needy place between your legs. “here? is this what you want?” they rub their palm over the slick area, so harshly it erases all words from your mind, so you can only hope that the cry and urgent nod you give is a sufficient enough answer.

immediately, their fingers start to pet and rub your wet sex with the thoughtfulness of a master musician tracing an instrument, familiar and skilled, slow and careful — yet those polite touches don’t last long. soon, they’re narrowing in on the places you love most with a feverish pace, all while hange continues to bully their cock into you, never once missing that sweet place inside you as they let that heavenly flow of praise drip from their lips, like ambrosia from a god’s fountain. so primal yet divine. their motions, their touches and the gravelly edge to their voice; the essence of strained yearning. they fuck you like a sinner yet worship like a saint and there’s no other way you’d like it.

[hiddencircus]

୨୧ KANGEL GRAPHICS! ⸗ ❀  | requested by @theplxnetsystem

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[ivoryjades]

Another Jade drawing how surprising 🤯

[nervocat]

Would you guys hate me if I went on a rant abt all my favorite hsr characters and why..