#Reqs

[unrelatedsideblog]

I don't know much abt yoga but hope it counts at least in some way lmao

I imagine this as their first training together after the time skip. Sanji-deficit for the past two years is catching up with Zoro now that he finally has him again (✿◡‿◡)

[polysucks]

Your art is so incredibly good! Indigenous northmen is my favorite interpretation of asoiaf. (It really does make so much sense.) Request if you want to draw it; I love Jeyne Poole & would really like to see her in your style. ❤

Oh boyyy I really struggled w this one so I went a little overboard. When I think of jeyne Poole I either think of how sad it was that sansa was annoyed with jeyne after Ned and jeyne’s father got yeeted, or how boy crazy jeyne was. So for a happier piece, I couldn’t help but to think of the two girls being teenage girls at Winterfell, watching the older boys practice in the yard. Jeyne could egg the boys on and sansa would laugh and half-heartedly beg her friend to remember her propriety, but treasures jeyne’s humor all the same

Hold on this made me so emotional hol on I jus need a minute hold on wait—

[k-ruru]

Could we please get Nyo Poland in your style?

Sorry artstyles changed since i took a few weeks break cuz of art school, doing fine arts took a toll on me lmao

Nyopoland is actually super cute though, def one of my fav nyo designs! Should draw her more

[hauntingcats]

If ur requests are still open maybe moonpaw??

the silly !

[buckysouvenir]

hi :3 would u do a request of bucky masturbating and he gets caught 👅

caught in the act “I want to see you fall apart, Bucky.” warning: 18+ content a.n.: thank you for sending this plot, i never really thought about it. 😵‍💫

The elevator dings softly. You step into the quiet hallway of the Avengers Tower, your heels clicking lightly against the marble as you walk toward your room. There’s a pleasant hum in your chest from the wine — not quite drunk, but warm and loose, your laughter still lingering from the bar. The night clings to you like perfume: electric, indulgent, alive.

You pull out your earrings as you go, still smiling to yourself.

The red dress hugs every inch of you — short, tight, impossible to ignore. It clings to your hips and thighs, the hem scandalously high, and the plunging neckline leaves little to the imagination. Your cleavage is on full display, framed by the bold cut and just a hint of shimmer from the bronzer you dabbed on earlier. You hadn’t worn it for anyone in particular — but you had wanted to feel seen. Desired. Devoured.

You don’t know that someone had seen.

Bucky had caught a glimpse of you when you left earlier — your laugh echoing off the walls, the flash of red silk catching his eye like firelight. You didn’t notice the way he watched. Didn’t see the way his jaw had clenched, the way his fingers twitched like he could reach out and stop you. But he had watched. And when the elevator doors closed, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Couldn’t stop feeling you.

Now, back in the quiet hallway, you pass by his door without a second thought — until a sound stops you.

A low, rough groan.

You freeze.

It’s soft but distinct. That unmistakable edge of need.

You glance around the empty hallway. Everyone else is either still out or tucked away in their rooms. Curiosity flickers through you — sharp, unexpected, burning hotter than it should. His door is cracked open just enough.

You shouldn’t.

But you do.

You move closer, breath catching in your throat as you peer through the small opening. And what you see hits you like a shockwave.

Bucky is sprawled across his bed — sheets tangled and pushed low around his hips. His torso is bare, his skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat, every muscle drawn tight with tension. His metal arm lies slack at his side — but his other hand is busy, moving slow and deliberate along the thick length of his cock. His head is tipped back, lashes low, lips parted. A low, breathless curse escapes him.

You can’t breathe. You can’t look away.

He’s beautiful like this — so completely undone. Stripped of all that quiet control he wears like armor. His brows knit together with each stroke, muscles tensing in his thighs and stomach. It’s almost reverent, the way he moves. Like he’s chasing a ghost. Like he’s clinging to a fantasy.

Then you hear it.

Your name — soft, raw, whispered like a secret.

Your lips part.

He’s thinking of you.

The knowledge is fire in your veins. Your heart pounds, blood rushing hot under your skin. Before you can stop yourself, you lean your shoulder against the doorway — silently, confidently — letting the shadows cloak you in suggestion. A smirk plays at your lips.

“Don’t stop,” you say, voice low and unshaken.

Bucky jolts like he’s been electrocuted, eyes flying open, hand stilling immediately. “Sh*t—Y/N, I—” He scrambles for words. “I didn’t know you were—”

“I said don’t stop,” you repeat, stepping into the room like you own it, like the moment was yours all along.

He blinks. Disbelieving. But the hunger in his gaze returns fast — darker now, more desperate — when you reach behind yourself and slowly pull the zipper of your dress down, inch by inch. The silky fabric loosens over your shoulders, teasing skin, heat, promise.

“You wanted to get off thinking about me?” you ask, voice like silk over steel. “Go ahead. Show me how bad you wanted it.”

His breath hitches, but he obeys.

His hand moves again, rougher now — no longer careful, no longer pretending. He watches you the entire time, like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. His eyes trace the curve of your body, the way your dress clings, the dangerous dip of your neckline, the way you tilt your head when you smile just so.

“Tell me,” you whisper as you step closer, hips swaying, “what were you thinking about?”

“You,” he breathes. “You in that dress. The way it hugged your body. The way you laughed when you walked past.” He groans. “The way I wished you’d come back to me.”

You sit at the edge of the bed, close enough that your perfume wraps around him like a noose.

“Did you imagine me doing this for you?” you ask, fingers dragging lightly along your own thigh. “Touching you? Watching you like this?”

“All the time,” he gasps. “But this—watching you watch me—f*ck.”

You cross your legs slowly, and the dress slides even higher. His eyes follow the movement like prey scenting blood.

“Faster,” you murmur.

He listens.

His hand moves faster, rhythm desperate now. His hips twitch, his breath catches, and every sound he makes is for you — a trembling offering at your feet.

“You’re doing so well,” you purr, leaning close enough that your breath brushes his cheek. “Such a good boy for me.”

The noise he makes is wrecked — guttural and desperate.

“You’re gonna come just from touching yourself, aren’t you?” you breathe, brushing your fingers featherlight along the inside of his knee. “Right in front of me?”

“Please,” he groans. “Please let me. I’m so close, I—God—”

“Then do it,” you say, your voice all velvet and command. “Come for me.”

And he does.

His whole body tenses, hips lifting off the bed as pleasure overtakes him — brutal and consuming. He moans your name like it’s the only word he remembers, spilling across his hand and stomach in thick, hot ropes. Every muscle quivers with it — every breath ragged.

The silence afterward is heavy. Sacred. Only the sound of his breathing fills the space.

You reach out and gently trail your fingers along the edge of his jaw — tender now, affectionate. His skin is flushed and damp, his hair tousled, his chest rising and falling with the aftershocks.

When he finally opens his eyes, they’re dark with awe. With need. With something that feels dangerously close to worship.

You smile down at him, slow and wicked.

“Next time,” you whisper, bending closer to brush your lips against his ear, “you’re not finishing alone.”

[bumbldee]

Wunderbar!

Can you draw more little German boy Sasha,

the world's most specialist boy

[ethosiab]

looks around carefully,, can i request tuff guys?

whenever i draw the tuff guys its a 50/50 as to whether i draw them as girls or guys. congrats you won the 50/50

[irxne]

Irene’s hip twirl at the end of Like A Flower for @gloster

[creepifier]

Sastiel? 🌝

🩹

[chopped-meat]

your style is so comforting, it feels like something out of a fairy tale - especially with the colouring. it's so pretty. i love how you do emduo's relationship, they are so tender. just two besties hanging around and living very close to eachother. i like to imagine they have a very big farm with some cows and that they love baby cows.

we all love baby cows.

and ud be right

[unrelatedsideblog]

As a request, that post you made about Sanji accidentally burning Zoro and him realizing something about himself could be interesting 🤔

Later that day at the dinner. Zoro is going through this, and Sanji is still oblivious to what he started lol

[haetrack]

here bc of ur recent post to request soft dom mark smut!!! maybe like morning sex idk i’m not good at requesting and being super specific😭

req 4: mark lee x f!reader

wc: 2.5k

warnings: reader gets off in front of mark, fingering, morning sex, missionary, light overstimulation, pretty tame actually, softdom!mark, sub!reader

a/n: i am crazy but free. u gave me too much freedom to write what i wanted and now i realize just how much i want mark. mark please answer my calls

- ☁︎

when you wake up, you can feel the heat between your legs as you squeeze them together.

mark came home late last night, practice keeping him longer than he was expecting. you know it’s not easy for him, shaking your head when he tries to apologize to you. it didn’t matter how needy you felt, your boyfriend’s health mattered more to you than anything. he says he’ll make it up to you soon, but you hush him as you both lay down.

his arms wrap around your waist, his head nuzzling against your shoulder as he falls asleep. it’s easy for him, but his warm breath on your skin causes you to squirm around. you tell yourself to calm down, you’ll live if you don’t get fucked now, and try hard to go to sleep.

and you do, except that your dream involves mark fucking you into the sheets, whispering praises in your ear as he does so. when you wake up, it’s almost too much for you to handle. you can feel how drenched your panties are, how your cheeks are warm from how real the dream felt.

you’re not sure what you should do. you know mark is still sleeping, and you know you don’t really want to wake him up this early. he deserves his rest, but you can’t help the need building inside of you. you can only squeeze your thighs together, trying to fight off how badly you need him.

would it be so bad if you got off in front of him? you could sneak off to the restroom, but it’s warm under the blanket, mark’s scent surrounding you. your hand slips under your sleeping shorts and panties, fingers slowly circling around your clit. your hand slaps over your mouth, stopping a moan from coming out.

you know mark’s fingers would feel better than yours, but you have to make do with what you have. your fingers dip down to your entrance, two fingers sliding in easily with how wet you are. your mind drifts to mark catching you like this, wondering how he’d react to the sight of you like this.

you have to bite down on your tongue when your fingers move in and out of you, your palm digging into your clit. it’s too much and not enough, and if you could just wake up mark, you’d have everything you want. you fight against it, your hazy mind falling into how good you’re feeling.

when your fingers manage to hit the spot inside of you, you moan out louder than you mean to. even with your hand over your mouth, you know it might’ve been a little too loud. your ministrations still, your fingers inside you as you hear mark inhale deeply behind you. he groans a bit before he stretches a bit, his arm moving back across your waist. 

his morning voice makes you clench around your fingers, “morning, baby. slept so good knowing you were at my side.”

you don’t know if he knows that you were getting yourself off, quietly clearing your throat before you speak, “good morning, mark. i’m glad you slept good.”

he pulls you close to him, head falling to the junction of your neck, inhaling your scent. you can feel him smile against your skin, touchy from the comfort of the morning. you’d call him cute, but your fingers are still inside you, walls clenching tightly just from mark being so close.

it’s quiet for a few moments, subtly shifting your hips to try to get your fingers in a little deeper. it’s not ideal, not when your boyfriend is right there, but what can you do.

“hey…” he starts, murmuring against you, “you feel a little hot, you okay?”

your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. do you tell him that you were just getting yourself off to the thought of him. is it too early to really do anything about this? he calls you again, this time his morning voice calling you baby.

you can’t help the whine that comes out of your mouth, slipping your fingers out of you as you turn to face him. he looks so good, and it’s still morning. his eyes look a little concerned, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. he realizes when you grab his hand to put it over your heat.

his fingers twitch, feeling how wet your panties are, mouth opening in shock. his eyes meet yours, and although they look tired, you can see desperation shine in them. he licks his lips, pupils dilating as he presses his palm against your clothed clit. “baby… do you- do you want me that badly?”

you quickly nod, grinding down onto his palm, trying to get any type of friction from him. he chuckles at the sight, “i kept you waiting too long, hmm? you needed me so much, and i kept you waiting, baby.”

he lays you onto your back as moves to sit in front of you. he slowly peels off your shorts and panties, not wanting to rush despite your hushed pleas. he shushes you softly, his thumb meeting your clit as his fingers prod at your entrance, “what’s gotten you so worked up?”

you answer quickly, “you. i dreamt about you, you fucked me so good, couldn’t help it.”

you can hear him suck in a breath at your words, his fingers sliding into you, satisfied with your answer. he doesn’t try teasing you, realizing just how badly you need him. you watch how his cock twitches in the confines of his shorts, feeling your walls clench around his fingers. “do you want my cock, baby? want me to fuck you?”

“please, mark. need you so bad, been needing you since last night.”

he watches as your hips chase his touch, trying to get his fingers deep inside. his hooded eyes meet yours again, “i’ll give you anything you want, want you to feel so good.”

a whimper escapes you as his fingers scissor inside you, opening you up for his cock. you can hear the lewd squelch of his fingers inside of you, your slick spilling out of you. his thumb circles around your clit, quickly trying to get you off. you can feel tightening in your stomach, your hands gripping onto the sheets.

before you can cum, you call out to him, “w-wait, mark. don’t wanna cum just yet, wanna cum on your cock, please.”

he shudders at your words, feels how his cock presses against the front of his shorts. “i k-know baby, i just… i might cum too fast, want you to cum now.”

at his words, his fingers press into your sweet spots, triggering your orgasm. his cock throbs when he feels your walls tighten around his digits, watching you moan out, curling into the sheets under you. he finds you so pretty like this, prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

he helps you ride out your orgasm, moving his fingers inside of you. he slowly pulls them out, watching them slowly as they slip out. his fingers are covered in your arousal, slowly bringing them up to his mouth to lick it all up. he moans around them, “tastes so sweet, my girl tastes so fuckin’ sweet.”

“please hurry, mark. wanna feel you in me already, wanna make you feel good now.”

he quickly slips off his shorts, not bothering to take them off all the way. his cock slaps against his stomach, precum at tip, begging for your touch. he watches you try to reach for his cock, but quickly swats your hands away. you pout at him, and he just sends you an embarrassed smile, “wanna make this about my girl, i know how much you need me.”

you nod at him, not trusting your voice with him so close to you. he pushes his hips against yours, pressing his length against your cunt. he rubs it against your slit, feeling how your slick wets his cock. his tip presses against your clit, causing you both to moan at the same time. you can tell mark is getting lost in the feeling, leaning towards you as he glides against your pussy.

he doesn’t realize how much he’s teasing you. you clench around nothing, wanting nothing more than his cock to fill you up. you try calling out to him, failing when all that comes out is a moan of his name when his tip presses against your entrance. you look at him expectantly, hoping he’ll slide in.

he doesn’t, his mouth falling open as he continues grinding against you. you can feel frustration build up in you, your boyfriend unintentionally keeping your orgasm from you. you stop him once you hear a deep groan fall from his lips, you whisper-shouting his name, breaking him away from the feeling of your warmth.

his eyes shoot towards yours, a light blush painting his cheeks as he lets out a shy laugh. “sorry, baby. just felt so good, didn’t mean to keep you waiting again.”

you reach for his hand, intertwining yours with his. he smiles at the action, lining up his tip at your entrance. he slowly slides in, biting down on his bottom lip to try to conceal any noise, but fails. a deep groan falls from him, “fuck, baby,” his hips slightly stutter against yours, “feel so good in the morning, sucking me in.”

small whimpers fall from your lips, moaning his name once he bottoms out. you can feel him twitch inside you, getting used to the feeling of your warm walls around him. he reaches out to your swollen clit, “been so long, forgot how tight my girl is.”

you nod, your eyes closed shut as you adjust to his cock. he calls out your name, your bleary eyes looking at him. “want you to look at me, baby. want you to see how good i make you feel.”

your hands make it to his shoulders, nails digging into your skin as he starts moving. his thrusts are slow but sharp, wanting to take his time with you so early in the morning. his eyes watch how his cock disappears inside you, watching how his hips press against yours. he can’t get enough of your pussy, can’t ever get enough of you. he’s missed this.

you pull him down to kiss you, lips pressing against each other as he thrusts into you. it’s slow, but it helps with your aching cunt, feeling so full with his cock inside you. between kisses, you speak out a confession, “mark, making me feel so good,” a moan cuts you off, “i was- i was touching myself before you woke up.”

his eyes shoot straight to yours, waiting for you to continue. “just need you so bad, didn’t wanna wake you up.”

“t-that’s so hot. fuck, you’re so hot.”

he pulls you into a kiss, slowing down his movements. his thrusts are deep and slow, letting yourself feel his cock against your walls. you moan into his mouth, his hand reaching under your shirt to grope at your chest. he tweaks a nipple between his fingers, a satisfied groan leaving his lips as you arch up to his touch.

he can feel your walls begin clenching around him, watches how you throw your head back against the pillows as you moan at his name. even through the haze in his mind, he thinks you’re the prettiest like this. he leans down to your ear, “are you gonna cum for me? is my needy baby gonna cum all over my cock?”

you let out a small yes, stray tears falling from your eyes as he wipes them away with his thumb. at the sweet action of your boyfriend, still caring for you so early in the morning, you cum. his thumb quickly rubs circles against your clit when he feels your walls clench around him.

he has to physically stop himself from cumming too fast, his hips stilling as your walls suck him in deeper, trying to milk his cock of all his cum. he’s not sure how he can hold back when you feel so good, when you call his name so sweetly, or how pretty you look cumming under him. 

he calls out to you with a shaky voice, his head falling to your shoulder with a groan of your name. with a few quick thrusts, he cums inside of you, filling you up with his cum. you pull him close to you, and he can feel your hard nipples press against his chest. he’s letting out moans, pressing kisses against your skin as he rides out his orgasm.

“you’re so fucking tight, missed your pussy- missed you so much.” he grinds into you, feeling how your walls clench from overstimulation, “you were made for my cock, we were made for each other.”

he can’t help the sounds coming out of him, not when you clench around him so nicely. he moans in your ear, babbles of how good you feel and how much he’s misses this can only be heard. you can feel his thighs shake against you as it gets too much for him, causing him to still as his cock begs for him to slow down.

he takes a few breaths before he pulls out. he lazily sits back, watching your twitching cunt drip with his cum. he has to stop himself from pushing his cum back into you, fingers twitching at his side as he watches your cum slip down to your sheets. you kick him a little, a shy whine coming from you, embarrassed from how hard he was staring.

he laughs at you, joining you at your side. the sun fills the room, the warmth of your bodies together. he cuddles into your side, taking a deep breath, inhaling your scent. he takes a quick look at your face, thinks you look even prettier after you’ve cum in the morning. he smiles to himself, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“think i might have to make you cum every morning if it means i get to see you like this.”

you shove lightly at his shoulder, “you’re so weird-” he laughs hard at your whining, “can’t you just say i look nice and go?”

“can’t be normal around my girl, you make me go crazy.”

his head falls to your shoulder, fingers dancing across your skin, goosebumps raising at the feeling. your hand makes it to his hair, pushing it back as you press a kiss to his forehead. it’s quiet for a few moments more, your heartbeats syncing up from how close you are to each other. you could fall asleep like this.

mark realizes how heavy your breaths get, watching your covered chest rise and fall. he looks at you, so close he can count all the eyelashes on your face. he presses a kiss to your cheek before cuddling up next to you. he follows you back to sleep, a dream of you next to him playing in his mind.

[k-ruru]

spamano 😇?

I tried, im not too invested in this ship

[seroquelstar]

CAN I GET A SPOTTEDLEAF PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE shes my favvv :3

triple spottedleaf attack!!

[melissa-titanium]

j murderdrones? for the art asks

solver's strongest soldier