#ask anni

[formulanni]

If you're taking requests can you draw 41st US president bill clinton?

I am not taking requests but absolutely I can draw 41st US President Bill Clinton do u have any additional things to add here

[jesuistrestriste]

this is my request for more patrick. dare i say artrick. dare i say them both totally pliable in your hands. i am terribly greedy and want to see sub!artrick and dom!reader written by you. please and thank

love youuuuu

eee hope this is to your liking annie ♥️ muah muah muah !

cw (18+) : sub!art donaldson, sub!patrick zweig, dom!reader, messy handjobs, desperation, dirty talk, patrick and art work for it

“does this feel good?” you breathe out, your voice almost shaky from the feeling of both sets of lips on your neck.

“mmn—yeah, yeah, i’m s’good,” art slurs into your left side, bucking up into your sticky hand, “can i—more—ah, faster—? aah-!”

patrick bites at your right earlobe and whimpers against your skin. his cock throbs in your right fist, dribbling with fluid from his attentive slit. it looks like melting glass pouring down his sensitive flesh.

“please,” he groans, “touch my tip, please.. oh, fuck, please—“

you chuckle and then suck in a soft breath when the blonde nips needily at your shoulder, lathing over it with his tongue after in apology. sometimes when his body starts to ache with arousal, he has to find an outlet for it—and sometimes that means biting, grabbing, sobbing, the like. patrick’s usually only slightly more restrained. they’re like two sides of the same coin, both constantly vying for attention, only in subtly different ways. it’s a good thing that you’ve trained them to stop bickering when you’re playing with their willing bodies. otherwise, they’d be at each other’s throats a bit right now.

“behave.”

that singular word from your mouth snaps them both back into place like rubber bands. art pants, high-pitched and whiny, while patrick grabs at the front of your body. he palms over your chest and squeezes whatever he can cup.

“i’m sorry,” you hear earnestly from the left side, accompanied by a calloused hand rubbing your inner thigh. you fist the back of his golden curls, which elicits a sharp, guttural cry to spring forth. his length twitches, balls drawn up.

“sorry, ungh, sorry,” comes from the right side, but less earnest and more please, just don’t stop. your other hand rubs at his bouncing leg. his eyes roll back under heavy lids, eclipsing his colorful irises.

“who wants to come?”

art smushes himself into your side and accidentally slides his dick through your returned grip, shuddering, “me, me—i wanna—.. please, it hurts—“

he swallows his mouthful of drool and buries his face into your neck. whines like a newborn puppy. grabs at your bicep.

patrick tugs roughly at the waistband of your bottoms, desperately wanting to slide his hand down and make you feel good. you can practically feel the waves of heat radiating off of his dazed body.

“i’m ready to come for you, feel me,” he takes his other hand and wraps it around your hand that’s holding his length, urging you to squeeze him a bit more and feel how much he needs it, “i’m so close.. so close, s’ close, i feel it coming..”

you slide your hands off of them at the same time. they crumple forward and moan brokenly at nearly the exact same moment, both feeling the swell of their peaks taper off painfully when your curled fingers caress the undersides. they pout and look up to your eyes.

“are you both going to be good for me?”

simultaneous nods follow the question. unsurprising. they share a look between themselves, then back to you.

you place a hand on the back of art’s neck first, then patrick’s. a soft smirk creeping over your lips as you urge them both forward in front of your eyeline.

they seem to get the hint, their gazes immediately fixating on one another. patrick’s the first to move, reaching his touch from your body to cup art’s ruddy cheek. the blonde leans into the touch like its some sort of lifeline, pleading for any point of contact he can get. he dives in and smushes his lips to the brunette’s, licking at his bottom one to beg for entry. pat obliges.

while you watch them begin to sync up, all broken sounds and lewd smacking and furrowed brows, you spit into your palms and bring them back down to begin pumping them. watching them kiss is like watching them play tennis: they know exactly what to do. it’s almost like they’re doing a dance.

art’s eyes flutter open and roll back, patrick’s squeezing shut tighter. their jaws slack and they lick into each other’s open mouths, gulping each other’s cries down greedily—like they’re consuming one another’s pleasure in the midst of their own. you feel a blurt of warm lubricant seep between your fingers from art’s cock, and a thrum of heat runs through your spine at the realization. he’s always been one to enjoy making-out. thoroughly, actually. he can finish just from it alone. patrick needs a bit more stimulation.

so, expectantly, the brunette chokes on a soft sob against his opposite’s bottom lip and drags his tongue over it. “more,” he murmurs, “aangh, jus’ a bit more—“

you stroke them both faster and they nearly break. pat bites down hard on art’s lip and art yelps, his hips bouncing with your touch.

“gentle, patrick, gentle,” you remind him, thumbing the ridge of his cockhead, the area pulsing and hot to the touch.

art sniffles, kissing his tennis partner deeper despite the sting from the clamp of his teeth. their hands are all over each other now. clawing at forearms and snagging handfuls of hair and gripping over shoulders. it’s a mess.

suddenly, patrick breaks the kiss and whimpers against art’s jaw—low and stuttered. art tries to kiss him again, too lost in the feeling to realize he’s stopped, but misses his lips and mouths at his cheek instead.

“i’m too close,” the brunette shudders, “please, can i come yet? i can’t hold it anymore, it’s gonna come out, gonna come,” he murmurs urgently.

“art, are you ready too?”

he nods, licking over the sweat on pat’s skin depravedly. he kisses him again, finding his lips. “mhmmmn—!”

you slide your hands up to begin rapidly jerking their tips, using their oozing evidence of arousal to work them up to their frayed ends. art squeezes patrick’s arm, mouth open and letting out little sounds that rise in pitch—higher, higher, higher—almost there. patrick tries in vain to fuck into your touch, his pelvis stuttering, his fluids leaking over his happy-trail.

“are you boys going to come now?”

art mewls sharply, patrick swallows thickly around a throaty sob. any more teasing, and you’d never hear the end of it. it’d be cruel, really.. and they’ve been good enough.

you press your thumbs to their tacky frenulums. rubbing quick, successive circles there. just how they like it—just what they need.

“.. let it all go.. show me how obscene and filthy you both look when you break..”

and they do.

they shatter.

their visions white out dizzily as the stimulation reaches the point of no-return; their mouths opening and bodies convulsing in ways that are nothing short of pornographic.

“oh, fuuuck—!” patrick gushes, ropes pouring from him in heavy waves, the paralyzing jabs of pleasure rendering him useless and twitchy as he orgasms. the thick, clotted load spills copiously.

a string of clinging spit bridges their lips as art leans back to pant raggedly. he looks down and watches as his own climax floods the gaps between your fingers and bubbles frothily as your movements refuse to relent. he uses his free hand to grab your wrist, thrusting reflexively as he hiccups and nearly squeals from the overstimulation. “ow—hmmngh—coming, coming, so much—“

you touch both of them until tears spring to the corners of their eyes, threatening to spill down their cheeks as they writhe and squirm in their seats. you suck your inner cheek between your teeth and bite down to resist the desire to torture their parts until they’re too fucked-out to form a thought. you’ve done it before, and it backfired when they weren’t able to stand up afterwards. all limp and shaky. maybe another time.

you slow your movements and slide your fists off of their shafts with a wet squelch, both of them curling inward from the oversensitivity.

“good job,” you croon, “didn’t realize you both were so pent up.. look at my hands..”

you hold up your messy palms to show them what they did. they look up with vacant stares, still breathing heavy and lost in the aftershocks.

“what do you say, hmm? you know what i need to hear.”

art lolls his head to rest on your shoulder and moans lowly, chest rumbling. patrick leans forward to sigh against your neck.

“thank you,” you hear on your left, “thank you so much,” follows on your right.

you smile.

“you’re welcome.”

[narliee]

liz’s 8k celebration 🥤+ narlie by @charliexspring

[craigularory-joe]

Day 3

[reallyhardydraws]

crypt crew (again) but make 'em kawaii

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Them

Also him specifically

I actually agree with this statement. And thank you for bringing this to my attention.

[runtwithwolves]

I'll do you one better! Can you draw ALL THE GIRLS from class?? (Also love your art so glad your back)

SOME of the girls! (also so glad to be back aaa thank you for the request!!)

[judasisgayriot]

2004

[darthannie]

Hi! Can I request Tommy Shelby who loves to spoil his gf and she has a hard time accepting it all but he reassures her in a very loving and protective way (hope you get what I mean lol) thank you! :')

a/n: This is short but I hope I did your idea justice! I just want to see him smile 😭

grand gestures

Thomas Shelby x f!reader

Warnings: Tommy being happy and in love, Tommy’s love language is gift-giving I don’t make the rules, kissing

You had been seeing Thomas Shelby for a while now and he was absolutely smitten. You have never met a man who doted on you as much as he did. Under his hardened exterior was a man longing to love and be loved.

On a particularly cold evening, you arrived home to a surprise. On your bed lay a beautiful new coat you had seen in the shops while out with Tommy. You must have stared at it in the window a little too long. He took that as a sign that you wanted it. You hadn’t even thought to go in and check the price tag, let alone purchase it. 

Tommy knew you weren’t used to receiving many gifts so he made it his personal mission to make you comfortable with it. He’d started with a gold bracelet. 

You had gasped when he took it out of the small box. “Tommy, you can’t. This is too much.”

“It’s not. Nothing is too much when it comes to you.” It was almost threatening. It sounded like a warning when he said it. It was foolish to underestimate how much you meant to him.

After the bracelet, he began giving you gifts periodically, even things you didn’t need or want. It was difficult for you to understand why he even bothered to give you all those things. Any other woman would welcome new dresses and jewels with open arms. Instead, you just felt like you didn’t deserve it. 

You stared at the coat on your bed. Its fur collar was sure to keep you warm, you thought. The gold buttons going down one side shone in the dim light of your bedroom. You held it up and gawked at it. You rubbed your face into the fur and smiled. You didn’t notice, but Tommy was standing in the doorway. 

“Why don’t you try it on?” His voice made you jump and you dropped the coat, putting your hands over your heart.

“Jesus, Tommy!” You sighed and laughed. He had been making a habit of being at your home before you were. He usually made himself known somehow, but tonight he decided to be a bit of a prankster. 

“Sorry, love, couldn’t help it.” He chuckled, walked towards you, and pulled you in for a kiss. He always kissed you like it was the last time he would be able to. 

He pulled away, “Do you like it?”

“I love it, Tommy, but” you looked down at the item of clothing, “you really didn’t have to. Really, you never have to.” You looked back at him and his arms were crossed, his head cocked to the right. He sighed and put his hands on your arms, caressing them. 

Looking into your eyes he asked, “Do you love me?”

You replied slightly irritated “I’ve never loved a man more, Tommy, and you know that. I just- I’m not used to you spoiling me like this.”

“If you’re gonna be my girl, you gonna have to get used to it, love. Now, are you my girl?” He was deadly serious. He was never controlling, but you were his and his alone. He wanted to make sure you understood that.

You looked him in the eye. “Yes. I am.”

His hands held your waist as he pulled you in closer. He kissed you passionately. A small moan escaped. It was intoxicating. After a few moments, you pulled away for air. He put his forehead against yours and gave you a chaste kiss. 

“You are worth more than anything I could ever give you. I wish I could give you the world,” he smirked, “the coat is the best I can do for now.”

You smiled softly at him. It would take some more work on your part but you knew that he did it because he cared.

“Thank you, Tommy. I love you.” You gave him a quick kiss. 

He pulled away with a smile and said, “I love you, too.”

He reached over to your bed and grabbed the new coat, holding it up for you. You quickly took off your old one and he helped you put your arms through the sleeves of the new one. The inside of the coat felt just as luxurious as the exterior. The fur brushing your neck was comforting and warmed your skin. You stood in front of a full-length mirror and took in your reflection. Tommy stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your body, holding you flush against him. You turned your head to make eye contact with him.

He whispered, “You look beautiful, my love.”

You had hearts in your eyes, “You make me beautiful, Tommy.”

[formulanni]

https://www.tumblr.com/scuderlia/768015151862579200/i-will-pay-someone-a-billion-dollars-for-this?source=share

EVERYTIME SOMEONE SENDS ME MORE PHOTOS OF THE ALONSO MAX INTERACTION AN ANGEL IS BORN

LOOK AT THEM WHAT IF I DIED WHAT IF I DIEDD

[quackysmackk]

So, how many human employees does fazbear’s have in the pizzaplex? Most are just STAFF Bots. And how do they handle the fact that fazbears literally invented robots that can do minimum wage labour?

Legally, they can’t complain.

Asked by @Ibscr106

Feat. Sio's Daycare Attendant worker OC, Annie! :) This ask takes place BEFORE the incident. I also finally gave all the OC’s official names! Yaaay

[forecast0ctopus]

My charms came in today!! I put spock on my phone bc he’s my fave lol but they all made it safely! Thank you so so much!!

EXCITING omg that little loop to hold charms on your phone is so cool, usually the little keychain attachment is a bit big for those kind of things :0 he can go so many places with you….

[the-sun-and-the-sea]

hi hi hello can we maybe have an updated Odesta Rec list with any new/good fanfiction?

hey of course! here are some of my current favorites, I hope you like the list!

the sun persists in rising by ongreenergrasses - If you haven't read this one yet you should go do that right now. It's such a real and refreshing take on post war Odesta, plus I love the d4 worldbuilding and the compelling plot.

It's All A Bit Blurry by justsummr - I like the way this one explores the impact of Finnick's situation on his interactions with Annie. It feels like an important thing to touch on and I like the way it was developed here.

tales from the reconstruction by Quietbang - I love this series for its exploration of a post war Panem and the district 4 worldbuilding. It really fleshes out the world and I appreciate the themes it explores regarding generational trauma.

Love in a Foxhole by trampled_and_melting - If you're looking for a fic that begins pre-canon, this would be a great one to check out. I love the way Finnick is developed and portrayed as a realistic fourteen-year-old while still being skilled enough to win.

The Crooked are Smiling by eldritchamnesiac - This is another good one if you're interested in the pre-canon era and the relationships that Finnick forms in the Capitol.

Out to See by Jajajaja - This is a super interesting premise that I don't want to spoil but I'll just say that I love the odesta dynamic in this and the plot is so fun.

I hope this helped! Feel free to reblog with any additions or fics of your own!

[littlekitten-annie]

i love my mommy, i think everyone has to have mommy like that, but not my mommy, because she's my mommy (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

@yuckym0mmy 🤍🥹

[spro-o]

ok i'm losing my goddamn mind looking at your miss diagnosis and drag queen chase art . . . listen i am Constantly thinking about my PPTH children doing drag but i have been *specifically* preoccupied with thoughts of drag queens house and chase!!! i feel as if the fanart gods have read my mind and sent me a gift i didn't know i could pray for????

i am struggling to find the words but just know i cannot express how much i love your art. house and chase in drag are so precious to me

I am very glad to see you are equally unwell about these two in drag as I am ❤️ so here is yet more art of Miss Diagnosis and (name drop!!) Annie Sthesia :3c

[acosmicbee]

Why does Streamer Milf love Darling?

Also, what does she want to do to bond with Darling?

Firstly, Streamer Milf worked in retail for a long time before she became a streamer. She was in her late 20s when she found out she'd never be able to have kids biologically, which was really upsetting to her. She started streaming to distract herself from the pain of it all.

It was pure coincidence that she stumbled across the second site where she does her night streams. When she discovered the community supporting 'forced adoptions' she realized there may still be a chance for her.

She attaches to reader because she was in a similar situation once. She knows how much working retail and being yelled at by customers sucks. It's only fully solidified in her mind that reader is the one for her when she hears about the fact that you broke your arm because your mother is too busy to drive you to and from work.

She loves your kindness and empathy, how you didn't let your situation with your mother or your horrible manager get you down. She also thought you were a cute kid.

As for bonding, she'd love to play games with reader! Board games or video games. She'd also love cuddling together while watching TV or having you help her cook (you watch and she does everything).

Also, Streamer Milf's official name is Annie, but I find the nickname hilarious!