#Hiro watanabe

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSWEET GIRLㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : COD Men x Fem Reader Part 1

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Do They Eat That Kitty?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, Keegan P. Russ, Hiro "Oni" Watanabe, Sebastian Krueger.

☆⁠ NOTES : Minors DNI. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— SIMON RILEY ⋆

Simon eats pussy like he’s got all the time in the world and nowhere else to be. He’s deliberate, slow, methodical—he enjoys watching you squirm under his control. His hands are strong, keeping your thighs spread, fingers digging into your skin as he drinks you in like you’re his last meal. His tongue starts off slow, long and languid strokes that tease more than satisfy, building your anticipation until you’re whining, grinding against his face for more.

And then, when he’s good and ready? He wrecks you. Ghost zeroes in on your clit, his tongue flicking and circling in precise movements that have your stomach tightening in seconds. He groans into you, the deep vibration making your toes curl. His fingers join in, sliding inside you with an agonizing slowness before curling just right, his other hand keeping you pinned so you can’t escape the pleasure. When you cum, he doesn’t let up, working you through every last aftershock until you’re whimpering, overstimulated, and completely spent.

“Good girl,” he rasps, lips slick and eyes burning with hunger. “You’re not done yet.”

— KÖNIG ⋆

König is eager, hungry, and absolutely obsessed with you. He eats pussy like a starving man, diving in the second you spread your legs, his large hands gripping your thighs as he drags you against his mouth. His moans are loud, vibrating against your core as he sucks on your clit like he’s trying to ruin you. He’s messy about it, his face soaked, tongue moving wildly as he devours you without shame.

He doesn’t just use his tongue—he nuzzles into you, his nose pressing against your clit when his tongue dips inside, rubbing against you just right. He’s strong, too—if you try to close your legs, he growls and spreads them wider, keeping you completely at his mercy. His fingers? Thick, long, and relentless, pumping into you with desperate intensity. He murmurs praise between breaths, telling you how good you taste, how perfect you are, his words sending heat straight to your core.

König doesn’t stop after one orgasm. Or two. Or three. He keeps going until you’re trembling, tears pooling in your eyes from overstimulation. He finally pulls back with a breathless chuckle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at you like he’s ready for another round.

“Ach, Schatz… I think I might be addicted.”

— KEEGAN P. RUSS ⋆

Keegan is absolutely focused on wrecking you. He goes straight for it, tongue pressing flat against your clit, dragging up in slow, firm strokes that make your whole body tense. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you open as he groans into you, his breath warm, his movements precise.

But when he really gets into it? He’s a fucking menace. His tongue flicks in rapid circles, lips sucking just enough to have you gasping. His fingers slide inside, deep and firm, thrusting in sync with his mouth, hitting every perfect spot until you’re falling apart. And he watches you—he watches every reaction, every twitch, his dark eyes locked onto your face, making sure he doesn’t miss a second of your pleasure.

Keegan doesn’t stop when you cum. He pushes you through it, dragging you into another, his grip tightening when you try to squirm away. “Stay still,” he growls, voice muffled against your skin. “I’m not done.”

And he isn’t. Not until you’re shaking, whimpering, completely and utterly wrecked. When he finally pulls back, his lips are wet, his smirk satisfied.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, dragging a hand up your thigh. “You’re mine now.”

— HIRO WATANABE ⋆

Oni is patient, deliberate. He treats your pleasure like a ritual, starting slow, hands gliding over your thighs, his breath warm against your skin. He doesn’t rush—he takes his time, pressing gentle kisses along your inner thighs before his tongue finally makes contact. His licks are slow, deep, savoring every moment, making sure you feel everything.

But once he’s sure you’re ready, he shifts. His tongue works you over with practiced precision, circling your clit with firm, controlled strokes, never breaking rhythm. His fingers slide inside, slow at first, then curling just right, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your legs start to shake.

Oni doesn’t just make you cum—he drags it out, pushing you to the brink before easing back, prolonging the pleasure until you’re practically begging him to let you finish. And when he finally lets you go, he doesn’t stop there. He keeps his mouth on you, working you through the aftershocks, drinking in every gasp, every shudder, until you’re completely spent, body boneless beneath him.

He finally pulls away, gaze unreadable, but there’s the slightest hint of a smirk as he murmurs, “Again.”

— SEBASTIAN KRUEGER ⋆

Krueger doesn’t talk.

The moment you’re spread out for him, he’s already there, pressing his mouth against you with a hunger that’s borderline animalistic. His breathing is heavy, his hands gripping your thighs like he’s anchoring himself. He doesn’t bother with slow build-ups—his tongue moves with a firm, unrelenting pace, dragging sharp pleasure through your core with every flick and suck.

He’s rough in the way he holds you down, fingers digging into your skin as if daring you to move. If you try to pull away, if you get too sensitive, Krueger only growls low in his throat and presses his face in deeper, making sure you take everything he gives.

He eats like a man who’s been starving. His fingers fuck into you at a pace that borders on brutal, finding that perfect spot that has you seeing white behind your eyes.

He doesn’t stop when you cum. He doesn’t slow. He just keeps going, dragging you into overstimulation with a focus so intense it’s almost unnerving. And when he finally pulls back, his mouth is slick with you, his eyes burning with something dark and possessive as he tilts his head—silent, unreadable, already planning the next round.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[wingedjellyfishflight]

Harem in Reverse

"You're soon to be 26, Your Royal Highness. You must put together your harem soon or risk being married off to whomever the regent chooses for you." You sigh, nodding in agreement. Choosing a direct husband would be against the rules, and frankly, you weren't interested in interviewing for the perfect man. Choosing many for their adherence to various qualities, though. That would be a good choice. "Shall I put forth a call for certain attributes? Strong arms? Large chest? Impressive intellect?"

"No, I want to review the troops this week. I will find my consorts among the best our nation has to offer." The advisor looks stunned.

"Your Royal Highness, those are rough men. They do not have the breeding or training to handle you gently as a consort should. They are-."

"Advisor Williams, I know what attributes I am looking for. Schedule me to review the best of the troops, then. If none catch my eye, then I will consider others." The advisor nods, frustrated at not being heeded, but knowing they must follow a direct order.

The following week, you are almost nervous while getting ready, the beginning of butterflies in your stomach. If you weren't so tired, you're sure it would be worse, but the night before was yet another attempt on your life. They are becoming more frequent and more violent now.

Sighing, you hurry to the courtyard where your mount, Rosebud, is waiting. A gift that you feel had been meant to be another threat on your life. The mount was no ordinary horse or pony. Instead, it was the largest draft mule you had ever seen. If you had treated him like a horse, you're sure the thing would have stomped within minutes. He was a vain creature who had to be sweet-talked and treated with utmost respect before he would agree to do much of anything. He was covered in whip and spur scars, telling anyone that he was difficult to force submission from, despite their best efforts. Not that you thought anyone could force an animal born of a mammoth jack donkey and a Shire horse to submit physically. You loved each and every scar, the signs of his stubborn nature on display for all to see.

"Hello, sweet boy." You greet him and let him snuffle you over, waving off the over eager stable hand. "May I ride you today? I am to inspect the troops." He blows a huff of air and turns his head away. You slide your hand along his proud neck and across his withers to the saddle. Checking it over, you deem it done well enough and climb on his back. Your legs spread wide across his broad barrel. Your advisors turn away, knowing that you will refuse their most strident pleas to ride sidesaddle.

"Let us inspect the troops." With that, the company is off at a quick walk to the parade grounds. Your group of advisors and the personal guard that you only marginally trust join the General and his entourage at the front of the formation. You strongly dislike the General. He is somehow the worst mix of ass kissing and condescending.

"The army is excited to be inspected this morning, Your Royal Highness." You barely manage to cover your snort. There is no way they are happy to be here standing in the sun to be inspected on your whim. You move from company to company, looking over the men and pointing out individuals to be inspected, but seeing none you would consider as consort. Reaching the special forces, the rabid dogs as your advisors refer to them, the General is incensed to see that the leader of one is missing.

"Where is the Captain? This is not an optional inspection!"

A man steps forward, "He was injured in a skirmish this week and is still confined to the hospital, General Argus." Looking over the group, you see several still sport bandages and healing abrasions. You nudge your mount closer, his ears perked forward in a match to your curiosity. The General apologizes to you for the disrespect of the men for not appearing but is cut off.

"Your Royal Highness. Escaping the hospital took longer than predicted. For that, I sincerely apologize." You turn, seeing a man limping toward the formation at a quick pace. This must be the Captain. As he falls in, you dismount your mule, resting your hand on his broad neck. Your personal guard hurriedly surrounds you, standing much too close. Rosebud takes exception to being crowded, ears flattening against his head. He strikes out like a snake. His teeth click just shy of the nearest man, who stumbles back yelling and unsheathes a sword. Without a thought, you draw your own ceremonial dagger.

"Touch one hair on Rosebud, and I will gut you." Everyone around you freezes before slowly backing away. "I will not be crowded by your incompetent forms when I am here to inspect the troops." They retreat from your anger, not wanting to risk you calling for their death. Rosebud drops his head, relaxing, and you absentmindedly rub his long ear the way he loves. His lip twitches and his eyes half close for a moment before he pulls away. You step forward, and Rosebud matches your pace, keeping his shoulder just behind yours. It took months to build up a relationship with him, and now he is putty in your hands most days.

An advisor tries to signal you to stay back, but you ignore them, your eyes on the men, looking for the best of them. You memorize the name of the Captain and another likely candidate, signaling Advisor Williams to your side. He groans but carefully walks to you, eyes locked on the increased alertness of Rosebud.

"I will have an audience with this Captain Price and Colonel König. As soon as the men are dismissed. In private." You walk forward and give a cursory inspection to the man who had spoken on the Captain's behalf. His uniform is impeccable, you are happy to see. You don't want them punished on your behalf. The smirk on his face beneath his mask sends a thrill through you. Another man who is not cowed by your station. That is important in advisors. Lieutenant Riley, his uniform says. You nod and mount Rosebud again, rejoining the pack of advisors to inspect the remaining troops. No others catch your eye.

Walking into your State room, you signal for everyone except the two soldiers to leave. While unusual, they are compelled to do so by your haughty glares and Advisor Williams guiding them away, barring the doors behind him and standing guard. Sitting in your throne, you drag your eyes over the men. Colonel König is wearing his customary face covering, and Captain Price has the cover he is well-known for in his hands.

"I have a proposal for you both that I want you to carefully consider. This proposal will not be spoken of again if you decline and it will not leave this room." The men perk up, and you see heat in their eyes as they consider one of the possibilities of your words. "I need advisors who are not advisors." That throws them off, and you see the Colonel shift uneasily. "These advisors would be the closest of any man or woman to me. They would teach and protect me with their very lives. My life is under threat and has been since the King and Queen died, my uncle taking over as Regent. I need advisors who will help me oust him and take my rightful place on the throne without contest and without raising his suspicions. Thus, I need men who will join my harem." You pause, savoring the way their faces change as they process this.

"Your Royal Highness, are you asking us to find you men to join your harem? That is most unusual, but we will do our best." You shake your head at Captain Price.

"Yes, but not in the way you are thinking. I am asking the two of you to join my harem and to advise me on the best men to round out such a harem. To be advisors and leaders in removing the despot from his fake throne. To be my lovers, spoiled in every way and to guard me from all attempts on my life. I want you both, and I trust you to choose others and to bring them to me for approval. If you decline this position, we shall never speak on it again."

"Yes, I would be honored to be chosen for your harem, Your Royal Highness." Colonel König does not hesitate to agree. He feels he has loved you from afar for years, and this is an opportunity he will not squander.

"I would be as well, Your Royal Highness." Captain Price is confident that declining now would be a mistake, and he is not a man prone to mistakes. "I have a few men in mind that would be good additions. They are a bit of a package deal." You nod, expecting as much.

"Their names?"

"John MacTavish, Simon Riley and Kyle Garrick, Your Royal Highness."

"I have two in mind that would be good choices as well. Hiro Watanabe and Kim Hong-jin. They are foreign, but good, loyal and strong men, Your Royal Highness."

The smile you bestow them with is almost a surprise to the men. "Then, I wish for you to gather your men and their belongings. You will join me tonight, my consorts."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness." The men bow and leave, stunned at the way this meeting has gone. You order Advisor Williams to prepare the harem quarters and pack your own belongings secretly. It would be folly to live apart from the men who will be your new private guard and you would be lying if you weren't excited to see under those perfectly done uniforms.

[naconaco]

[pitsazawr]

when I draw picts for the b-days of my loved ones they always turn out well it's funny

[libertastandem]

[fefy--art]

A friend made me like this ship so I fell into temptation

[mintorin]

Hiro “Oni” Watanabe

Cannot draw armor 🙇

[k0uk0]

Masterlist of my Krueni fics

Breezeblocks

Series: krueniweek2023

[kortac-sweetheart]

intro & masterlist☆～（ゝ。∂）

GIF by shadow0-1

i'm leon, i'm 19 and i love to write! (MDNI i write 18+ sometimes)

asks: OPEN

requests: OPEN

anons super duper welcome!! don’t be shy, i don’t bite i love talking with you!!

i write for:

KORTAC:

nikto

krueger

konig

horangi

oni

velikan

SPECGRU:

ghost

roach

soap

MISC:

keegan

bell (very tentatively… still working on characterization)

MASTERLIST:

fave pieces -> ★

fluff -> ☆

angst -> ☾

suggestive/nsfw -> ♡

yandere -> ♪

leashed (krueger and nikto x reader) ☆

plot bunny: casual intimacy (krueger and nikto) ☆♡

pinned under nikto's weight ☆

public transport w/ nikto and krueger ☆★

valentine's day special (krueger and nikto)☆

a/b/o what they smell like (ramble) w/ nikto and krueger ☆

plot bunny: boyfriend tax w/ krueger (ft nikto)☆

thirsting over nikto #1 ♡

prince/ss treatment w/ krueger and nikto ☆

nikto keeps you warm ☆

super duper affectionate johnny and you☆★

roach cant handle allat ♡

we'll take care of you/it's rotten work (krueger and nikto)☆

traitor!141 au, reader has different trauma response PT1 ☾★

traitor!141 au, diff trauma response, loved by kortac FIN ☆☾★

nikto eats burgers like a FREAK ♡

nikto is dtf ♡

thirsting over nikto #2 ♡

snow leopard hybrid nikto and snowshoe hare you ☆

sweet dessert drabbles (krueger, nikto, simon, johnny, roach) ☆★

jasmine was your favorite flower w/ nikto ☆☾

kodiac bear hybrid nikto and green mamba hybrid krueger ☆

self indulgent drabbles w/krueger, nikto, simon, johnny, roach ☆★

nikto likes your real smile ☆

nikto hunts you in the woods ♡

special wedding anniversary gift from nikto ☆

nikto's favorite color is yellow ☆

horangi is your #1 hypeman ☆

relationships are give and take ♡

your dog nikto ☆★

nikto and waterfront watching ☆

sweet and silly dessert thoughts pt2. (horangi, oni, keegan, velikan) ☆

hybrid kortac thoughts ☆

soon to be husband nikto ☆

rifle practice with nikto ♡

nikto w/ cuteness agression ☆

casual intimacy with roach ☆

kortac possessiveness (traitor 141 au) ☆

yandere konig thoughts ♪ ☆

09 ghost and roach poly relationship thoughts ☆

overstimming krueger ♡

nikto likes how you smell ☆★

cuddle hcs (nikto, krueger, horangi, konig, oni, velikan, roach, soap, ghost and keegan) ☆★

nikto takes care of you on your period ☆

househusband nikto thoughts ☆

househusband nikto thoughts pt2 ☆

09 ghost and roach loves your kisses ☆

nikto with a clumsy darling ☆

nikto's little slice of heaven ☆

darling with chubby cheeks (nikto, johnny + simon) ☆

keegan in retirement #1 ☆

keegan in retirement #2 ☆

oddball darling (nikto, krueger, konig, simon, johnny) ☆

johnny's sweet and shy darling ☆

who serves you their heart? who serves you other's hearts? (nikto, krueger, simon, keegan, horangi, oni, johnny, roach, konig, velikan) ☆

andre "chew toy" nikto ☆

romantic oni hcs ☆

simon and his teasing partner ☆

biting nikto ☆

nikto is work song by hozier coded ☆

johnny takes care of you on your period ☆♡

giving up control is the ultimate freedom ☆

retirement w/ johnny #1 ☆

taking care of johnny ☆

you are nikto's heart ☆

kortac cuddle pile #1 ☆

putting johnny in a headlock ☆♡

nikto loves helping you ☆

domestic life with bell ☆

cuddling with bell ☆

domestic life with bell #2 ☆

nikto gives you another very special gift ☆♪

keegan comforts you after a shitty week ☆

beloved anons:

simp anon ❤️

divider cred: @/kodaswrld @/notaorbital @/nicodefresas

[lizzy019]

The super underrated and overlooked characters in CoD that I would seriously let break me for their own dirty pleasures because they're just so goddamn fine and I would pay big money for a single fuckin smooch from any of them:

For those who don't know

Dmitry Bale

Sobieslaw Kościuszko (or Gromsko)

Sebastian Krueger

David Walker (or Hesh)

Gary Sanderson (or Roach)

Hiro Watanabe (or Oni)

[idontknowanyonesblog]

How do mf’s actually like fictional masked men lmao💀

(I am mf’s 😔)

THEY’RE SO FINE I CANT HELP IT

[faulterge1st]

Doing it to Compensate (Not Love)

Now, I don't usually do this, but I wrote a really rough ficlet for any Call of Duty character x reader with a dash of rivals to lovers (younger reader is heavily implied)

It was written with Horangi in mind (blatant favoritism), but you could imagine this with any character in COD that fits the mindset

I don't want it to rot in my documents, so here u go

He resented you, he hated how stubborn you were about how you were right.

He hated how you would preach how much better you were than him at a certain skill, even if he was superior to you in rank. He hated how you would smirk everytime you saw him miss the bullseye during gun training. He hated how you would roll your eyes at him at every terrible unhealthy choice he made during meals, judging his barely sustainable appetite despite you having the oddest cravings he had seen. He despised you, absolutely detested your attitude.

But ever since that day, ever since you clung to him with heavy breaths in need of assistance, he just couldn't help but find you absolutely gorgeous. This was the first time you ever depended on him for anything, gripping his shoulder like he was the only thing that could save you.

He could remember the image of you covered in mud, your untrained fingers coated in your own blood while his rougher hands held your wound closed. It wasn't a pleasant sight, in fact, it was disturbing. But to him? He saw your defeated image as a portrait of a sorrowful martyr painted by a historic romantic, a tragedy cursed by the heavens.

He felt an unfound pity and worry seeing you like this. You were confident, believing in an ability you haven't fully mastered could help you defend in battle, but here you were, met with the reality of war. In that moment, he had just realized how important you were to him, how your confidence didn't make up in your lack of skill. Sure, he enjoyed making you groan in contempt everytime he commented on how much of an amateur you were if you missed a chance to kick him during sparring or how you were a terrible soldier if you missed a practice target just by a centimeter, but those times were accompanied by mischievous grins and amused smirks. They were all in good fun. You genuinely suffering? It wasn't any fun for him. He couldn't handle seeing you hunched over, leaning on his shoulder over a wound that could've taken your life. He just couldn't bear the thought of you being taken from him.

Since that day, he realized that for all the teasing and snarky comments made from good intentions, he'd make it up to you now just by making your life easier.

Ever since that day, he chose to make you your coffee, no matter how painfully sweet or disgustingly bitter it was. He chose to give you a pat on the shoulder every time you shot a straight bullseye, and chose to praise your efforts everytime you sent him flying back on his arse during training. You deserved it. He just couldn't go back to treating you like shit after that day, because it made him realize how he could lose you at any moment. He didn't want the last words he ever told to you to be a criticism of your skills or a sarcastic judgement of how your inexperience made him better than you. He had to make it special, because he loved you.

But he sure as hell will never tell you that. Instead, he'll tell you that you are a valued soldier, that losing you would be detrimental to the team. He would place his hands on your hand, your shoulder, or any place on your body that was subtle enough that you couldn't realize what he was truly feeling. It didn't carry his devotion nor his loyalty to you. It didn't send the message of how much he cared. But, it will always be close enough to an "I love you" that he could ever manage to tell you.

[kortacqueen]

Extended cut of Sad König hcs:

Was gonna add this to pt 1 but decided to split it to further expend on his personality

The higher ups became very afraid and wanted him gone, believing him to be a monster. Not wonderful for his already deplorable mental health.

He joined KorTac to ‘test his adaptability and see if he will attack a friendly during battle’ (he already had but that was a conscious decision, they thought he would because of his loss of control.)

Despite how it looks, König is in complete control while in the field, he is aware of everything that is happening. He just doesn’t care as much and let’s his emotions dictate more of his reactions.

They also told all of KorTac he was there for that exact reason, they couldn’t trust him, so they really didn’t like him at first

He arrived to everyone waiting for him, including the people running KorTac, gawking at his size and hood.

It was Oni who broke the silence first, a week after he landed, basically lecturing him about what teamwork is and how ‘I won’t let you hurt any of my comrades because you can tell the difference between an enemy and a friend.’

Yeah, König had no clue they knew exactly why he was here. He didn’t do anything, just left quietly and wasn’t seen outside of briefings/mandatory meetings.

He had planned on treating KorTac like a clean slate, able to make an impression on these people by who he is and not by what they expect or heard of him

After he learned they were told some embellished horror stories of moments he would like to forget, he stayed in his room and made sure to stay out of anyone’s way.

He was honestly more happy like that though, because at least he wasn’t angry and yelling and falling like crap for that

He may not be making friends and sure he’s still incredibly lonely, but at least he’s not given them a first hand experience to justify their hate towards him.

At least he can be left alone, even if he desperately doesn’t want to be.

But for working with a large team, he was often sent out alone or with one other person. Again, still coming back bloody. But he was much less temperamental outside of it, desperate to have some sort of blank slate.

Oni and him had another confrontation that everyone thought was sure to end in a fight, but König just said ‘I wouldn’t trust me either’

No matter how mean or rude or how they taunted him into doing something, he never did. Often just left quietly and without complaint, keeping his eyes down on the ground and hunching over to shrink

He hates himself for this too, for not being strong enough to tell them he’s not like that, that he just wants a friend, that all he needs is one chance and he won’t disappoint, that if he does he’ll never show himself to anyone

This hate burns the same as all the other hate that he has form himself.

He has never hates a single person in his life, not his bullies, not the people who took his first squad, not the people who pushed him, and not the higher ups.

He hates himself because he caused them to act this way toward him, it’s all his fault constantly.

He wasn’t accepted til he saved Klaus, Fender, and Askel’s lives on a mission. Even then they were still cautious.

Eventually everyone chills and they begin to include him and interact with him.

König still really hates himself but still attempts to befriend them, since they are giving him the chance he’s always wanted.

Calisto noticed the ‘crash’ König has and questioned him about it only to be met with a an empty room and a locked door after he came to, then everyone started asking him. He never explained it or talked about it with anyone, which made him more nervous to go out because they’d question him.

He goes back into hiding in his room out of fear and they seek him out, attempting to make contact.

After a solo mission gone wrong, he comes back with four bullets in him (one thigh, one arm, one stomach, and one shoulder), a cut down his face over one eye going through his mask, and a hole in the underside of his jaw that goes through his tongue, splitting it permanently

Somehow, he is allowed to see his mother and get her to the hospital on base.

When he first sees her, he shoots up as much as he can and hugs her. He only ends up with his head in her stomach and arms around her waist but neither seem to mind

He sobs quietly, begging for her to never leave him and that he’s sorry. Neither know why he is sorry this time, but he is.

She leaves for a moment and returns with doctor approved ice cream and a new sweater she got him to replace his old ratty one.

She would lean his bed all the way back, remove the pillow, and replace it with her legs, or sit next to the pillow.

She would always trail her fingers through his long (definitely out of regulation) hair and talk to him. Telling her about her better life now that König sends her money

Even though he doesn’t respond much, she starts to guess his reactions to certain things and says her theories, getting small chuckles out of him

His mood improves much after she leaves despite the rough mission

His overall relationship with the others improves as well, since he is unable to do any missions or work, he spends his time reading or lounging around the base giving ample opportunities to bond with the rest of KorTac

[maken-cheezy]

Some old art and a new WIP bc school is taking me out!! I’m also trying to work on drawing in different angles so hopefully the finished product will look epiccc!!!!1!1!!1!

[laderniereseancedecedrique]

GOLDORAK U (2024)(Saison 1)

Vu Le : Samedi 22 Février 2025

Durée : Divers Selon Les Épisodes

Nombre D’Épisodes : 13

Version : VF

Titre Original : Gurendaizâ U

Interdiction : Tous Publics

Ma Note : 07/10

Le Lien :

La Bande-Annonce :

[boosterwithad]

Hiro and Kim "I'll fucking rip your head off" to "omg hi bestie 🥰🥹 hi bestie hi 🥺❤️"