#anon reply

[ebi-noodle-doodles]

Your art is as lovely as a Flower Garden, can we get chubby Miku at the beach?

take me to the beach ( •̀ ω •́ )✧!~🎶🎵

[lamb-anarchy]

i can't animate very well but i love giving the paid requests some extra oomph <3

[buttlesbunnie]

lowkey need a little ab fic of when he’s on twitch streaming inside and calls reader instead of anna 😝

this except they already live together again!!

“oi, mrs, im streaming.”

“okay.”

“can i come to your gaff?”

“can i sit on your face?”

he stuck his tongue out at the camera, getting giddy

“duh.”

“okay.”

“but, seriously.”

“alf i live with you. i’m coming home now by the way.”

“okay, okay …” he stammered over his words, “mommy?”

“never again.”

“yeah, it didn’t sound natural— anyway, how long till you’re home?”

“ten minutes.”

“ok i’m streaming the first episode of inside and chat are asking for you.”

“ok.”

“… ok?”

“yeah.”

“chat have a question: what made you get back with AB?”

“10/10 finger, tongue and dick game.”

“what the fuck, reader!”

“oh, sorry, was i meant to say how loving and sweet and caring you are?”

“yes!”

“that too.”

“what the fuck!”

“all you talk about is nutting on my face, so this seems fair.”

“yeah coz you look leng.”

“i don’t like that word.”

“you look really attractive.”

“thank you.”

“oi, chat, chill out.” he spoke to his chat whe they got a little too comfortable.

“alfie can you keep it in tonight instead of pulling out?”

“alright, i’m hanging up on you. bye, love you, see you in a bit.”

[zevrra]

thinking about jerking Vik off till he cries and can't think he's such a smart man with so much on his mind all the time he deserves a break where he doesn't have to think AND IM WILLING TO GIVE IT TO HIM..- ram-anon

includes: giving viktor a ‘helping hand’ [mdni, smüt, händjob, öral (m receiving)]

ft. bottom!viktor x gn!reader

extra: RAAA!! thank you for this juicy request i loved writing it so much like breathless, whiney viktor AAA SAVE MEEE!! anyway thank you for the thought i loved this so much kshdkh

you could tell how frustrated viktor had been recently. from the countless nights of sleeping at the lab to the several crumpled up pieces of paper spread along his desk; he was struggling with his latest project. but unfortunately that came with him not sleeping for days— which left you just as frustrated as he was. but when you finally managed to rip viktor away from his work, just long enough to go home and change, possibly eat something, you were reluctant to let him go back to the lab. and the only way you could get him to relax and turn that big brain of his off was to force him to think about only you.

so, after his shower you force him to sit down in a chair in your shared home, planting kisses along his body while you adjust his legs to lay more comfortably for what you had planned.

“my love, what are you doing?” viktor sighs, running a hand across his face as he melts into the chair even though he really shouldn’t. “i need to get back to the lab.”

“nuh uh, you’re going to sit there and relax.” you order with a slight smile. your hands running down the front of his chest and down his thighs, making a slow descent in between his parted legs.

vik lifts an eyebrow at you as you speak, not really understanding what you mean by ‘relax’. you’re unraveling his towel from his thin waist while vik watches on with a tired gaze. and it must have been the several sleepless nights stuck at the lab to cause him to process this so slowly because it takes you fully wrapping a hand around his soft shaft before he even reacts to what you’re doing. his droopy, exhausted eyes fly open wide as your fingers softly grasp around him.

he is definitely awake now. good.

“no more work. no more lab. you need to take a break, v. think of me and only me. right here, right now.” you instruct the man, effortlessly cutting him off before he could protest you, while slowly stroking up towards his head. in response vik sucks a tight breath in through his clenched teeth, amber eyes settling on you in a look of slight irritation. not to worry though, his gaze would quickly soften as time went on for you two; soon he’d look upon you with pleasure in those pretty eyes of his.

unsurprisingly it only takes a few strokes to make vik fully hard. it was all but a simple thumb press against the slit of his head, sliding your fingers across his sensitive tip, before stroking down his shaft to turn him into putty in the palm of your hand; while his own fingers grip the arms of the chair. he groans, eyes fluttering as you press your thumb against his sensitive tip again. soaking in every moan that slips past his lips as your hand jerks him off. stroking him from base to tip, slow and steady, planting kisses along his left knee and thigh.

you move your hand faster at vik‘s sweet moans. taking a second to glance up at his pretty face as he turns bright red, even to the tips of his ears, as he tries his best to look at you through the pleasure.

“you’re so pretty viktor.” you praise against his knee as your hand moves faster. sliding your free hand to grab the base of his cock while your other hand moves faster against his sensitive head, smearing precum every which way.

vik whimpers at your touch and your words. his body tensens as you use both hands along his shaft. his breath hitches in his throat with another whimper, tears clinging to his pretty eyelashes as your hand rubs over his sensitive tip again and again. god, he looked so good like this. under your work, head tilted back, fingers trembling, struggling to sit still, slipping in his chair, and whimpering your name like a prayer.

you needed to get him out of that damn lab more often.

your mouth waters at the sight of the man before you. you lean forward, spit rolling off your tongue and dripping onto the slit of his head before you follow its path and slip him into your mouth.

“d-darling!” vik cries, thrusting his hips upwards and forcing more of himself into your mouth. you take him with ease as he practically fucks himself into your mouth now.

he’s rapidly coming undone now. his fingers manage to tangle into your hair while his hips move erratically. you suck harshly when his cock hits the back of your throat, spit slipping down your chin, causing vik to moan your name.

oh he’s so pathetic and sweet like this. rutting helplessly into your mouth, slipping in the chair he sits in because he’s so eager to come; mind blank with only the thought of how good your mouth feels.

“mmph! i can’t, please!” viktor sobs. his mouth falling open with sinful moans and whimpers. his pretty eyes fall close as he whines your name again and again, chest heaving with every breath he semi-struggles to take as his orgasm burns through his entire being. “coming!” the words slip off his lips with little warning as his climax surges through him. his back arches slightly, forcing the rest of his cock into your throat as he comes.

you keep your mouth wrapped around him until he finally stops moving and his hips do not falter or stop until he’s entirely spent. you take every drop he spills before he begins to whine from overstimulation; so you slip your lips from his cöck but keep your hand slowly stroking along his shaft.

“do you still want to go back to the lab or should we just keep going?” you ask devilishly, smiling up at viktor’s blushing face.

he blinks in his dazed, post-orgasm state but manages to shyly nod in response. “i want to keep going.” he mutters.

good thing you had already planned to keep going. nothing would stop you from pleasing him so he could forget all of his worries.

[imyourbratzdoll]

Breeding Kink Steve/Bucky eventho you already have a couple of kids 🫣

hi baby! I'm so sorry for taking so long, I hope you like what I wrote.

summary - breeding kink gone wild, your husbands take it to the next level by forever wanting you to carry their child.

warning - smut, breeding kink, sorta dubcon but not really, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, threesome.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“C’mon, Doll. Let us pump you full, want you to have our babies.” Bucky groans in your ear, pressed against your back where you can feel his bulge. You whine, letting out a breathy whimper as Steve grips your hips, pressing soft kisses to your neck, occasionally marking it as well.

“What do you say, Sweetheart? Wanna be full of our cum?”

You squirm, vision becoming hazy as lust clouds your mind. “B–but, we already have two…” Your head falls back, moaning loudly as their cocks slide inside of you without much warning. You didn’t even see them take their cocks out. Your cunt clenches around them, arousal dripping down their thick members, making it easier for them to thrust into you.

“Doesn’t matter, Doll. We wanna breed you forever and watch you grow with our child.” Bucky thrusts in and out, hands sliding up your body until they grasp your breasts. His moans so close to your ear that it causes tingles to spread throughout your body, your cunt clenching around your men. 

Steve groans, biting down on his bottom lip hard as he looks down at you with dark eyes. Your own cloudy ones connect with his, lips parting as you feel them pulse inside of you, gripping them tightly when they hit your sweet spot. Steve’s eyes roll to the back of his head and groans slip past his lips as he pounds into you hard and fast, feeling your little cunt clench around him from his brutal thrusts. 

They continue to have their way with you, fucking you so hard that you see stars. Your juices squirt out of you, causing their cocks to twitch and pump you full of their cum once again. Filling you with large amounts that will likely be the cause of your next pregnancy. Steve and Bucky take turns kissing your lips before cleaning you up. They lay you down on your large bed and grin as they caress your stomach, waiting for the moment you pop this one out for them to start all over again. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[nezuscribe]

thinking about arranged!gojo’s large size makes me giggle and kick my feet, like the way he was able to hold her with one arm and his arms are bulging every time he crosses them 🤭🤭🤭 he’s so fine ugh!! <3 also thinking about seeing the scar on his body when he’s on top is kinda hot too?? lmao I will never get enough of him 🫶🏼

omg yes i'm so happy you picked up on that!!

arranged!gojo is HUGE. like more than he's usually portrayed. he's supposed to be this warrior that everybody fears so of course he has to be built but he's really built.

gojo can really pick you up with one hand if necessary. and it does not matter what size you are. small? done. big? done. to him, it's just like picking up another one of those training bags he's done for years.

and that scar is literally so hot it's not even funny. that's why the reader was fighting demons to not touch it (it's okay she lost because arranged!gojo is just too yummy to resist).

his arms bulge, his abs flex, his back is always rippling with muscle. he's one big and beefy man !!

[recordingmae]

Yo! Im currently recovering from an emergency surgery, and I thought it would be cool if you could write an SMAU about a reader recovering from surgery if your requests are open.

you just got out of surgery and the jjk boys are texting you immediately!

disclaimer; swearing, afab reader, minor grammar issues, aaand slightly suggestive in Toji’s.

Author; this was so freaking cute, I hope that your recovery keeps going well!! And that maybe this lil smau made it easier to deal with! (I’m working on 3 requests now, I’m still open for more! Just might take some more time for me to get to them)

Gojo Satoru.

Toji Fushiguro.

Nanami Kento.

[pickyour-poison]

Can you do an obsessive Baek Jeong headcanon, please🔥❤️‍🔥

Baek Jeong Obsessive Headcanons (Bloodhounds S2) 🔥❤️‍🔥

Warnings : contains heavy dark romance/yandere themes, extreme possessiveness, stalking, implied violence and elimination of rivals, controlling behavior, and intense 21+ explicit sexual content. elements of dubious consent, breeding kink, bondage, public risk, and obsessive marking. Baek Jeong is portrayed as a highly dangerous, morally gray underground fighter with violent tendencies.

* This is pure fantasy fiction and does not romanticize real-life toxic or abusive relationships. Reader discretion is strongly advised. 18+/21+ only

word count : 0.9k

Authors note : I hope I fed you anon.! 🤭

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SFW:

Claims you instantly — the moment his eyes lock on you in the chaotic IKFC crowd, you become his personal prize. No discussion, no escape.

Tracks every second of your day through his network of loyal shadows. Miss a single check-in text? He appears in person within minutes, baek-jeong’s intense stare pinning you in place.

Sends black-box gifts: diamond chokers he expects you to wear daily, clothes he personally chose, a luxury apartment wired only for his cameras.

Eliminates threats quietly — a flirty coworker “transfers cities,” an ex who texts you vanishes from your life forever. He never brags, just smiles when you mention how peaceful things suddenly feel.

Pulls you onto his lap during crew meetings, massive arm locked around your waist like a steel cage while his men avert their eyes.

Calls you “my only weakness,” “little prize,” or “bloodhound’s queen” in that low, dangerous voice that makes your knees weak.

Studies you like a fight tape — knows your favorite coffee order, the exact way you bite your lip when nervous, what makes you laugh or flinch.

Keeps you close during underground matches you sit ringside so he can glance at you between brutal punches, drawing strength from your presence.

Jealousy is ice-cold and lethal. One lingering male gaze at a party and that man is politely escorted out… permanently.

Marks anniversaries (the day he decided you were his) with private blood-soaked spectacles held in your honor or forcing his entire empire to raise a toast to you.

After brutal fights, he rests his bruised head on your stomach, letting you clean his knuckles while murmuring you’re the only thing that silences the roar in his head.

Public possessiveness: hand on the back of your neck, pulling you behind his broad frame at any hint of danger, kissing your temple like a silent brand.

Builds an entire hidden world for you...bodyguards who answer only to him, a wardrobe that screams “taken,” late-night drives where he confesses fragments of his violent past.

Hates when you’re away too long. Will cancel his own plans just to show up and drag you home, saying the city feels wrong without you in his sight.

Treats you like forbidden treasure: soft with you in private, terrifying to everyone else who dares approach.

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Fucks like he fights ...raw, dominant, endless stamina. Pins you down with boxer strength, growling “Mine” against your throat with every punishing thrust.

Obsessed with marking teeth on your inner thighs, fingerprints bruised into your hips, hickeys hidden under the clothes he picked for you.

Mirror kink supreme makes you ride him while forcing you to watch every expression, one hand gripping your jaw: “Look how pretty you break for me.”

Phone sex during his long nights running fights deep voice commanding you to touch yourself on camera, edging you until you sob his name.

Ties you up with silk ropes, edging for hours. “Beg properly. Tell me who owns this pussy and I’ll let you cum.”

Breeding obsession finishes deep every time, holding you down while whispering filthy promises about filling you until you’re dripping and claimed.

Jealous sex is violent heaven drags you home and fucks you raw against the wall, making you scream loud enough for the whole building to hear who you belong to.

Loves you on your knees after his victories cock down your throat while he praises how perfect his prize looks choking on him.

Fingering you under the table during important meetings, hand over your mouth, continuing business like nothing’s happening while you tremble.

Stamina sessions keeps you in his bed for days, fucking you senseless between short naps and forced meals. “The ring can burn. You’re my only fight now.”

Worships and ruins at once eats you out for hours with that fighter endurance until you’re shaking and oversensitive, then flips you over for more.

Possessive aftercare pulls your exhausted body against his chest, big hands stroking your hair while he murmurs dark praises and darker promises of forever.

Risk play bends you over in semi-public spots near the arena, whispering how anyone could walk in and see who owns you.

Trains your body like he trains for matches teaches you exactly how he likes to be pleased, rewarding perfect obedience with mind-shattering orgasms.

Sleeps wrapped around you like a vice, cock still buried inside after the last round, refusing to let even an inch of space separate his prize from him.

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* I'm working on other requests so please have patience dear anons. 🤍