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MANIA pt.2
obsessive love; very possessive and often jealous.
mdni NSFW! +18, cw: hurt/comfort (well maybe next chapter), size k!nk, forced masturbating? (slightly), possessive behavior, dominant behavior, fem!reader, piv, German praise, belly bulge.
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summary: König doesn’t wants you to leave him, even for a second. he finds excuses and makes it your problem so he could fuck you until you’re too sore to leave again.
(confession: this is my first time writing smut) :>

art cr: @kinky-thirsty-reader i love your art 🛐

His lips were hungry and his hands are impatient now. He growled when he tore of your panties. He pulled back from the kiss. You chased after him, but he stopped you by placing his hand on your chin. He always liked the sight of your wet cunt. So he had to see it before he continued to hungrily devour your lips.“Scheiße.” he groaned, then he get back to kissing your addicting lips.
His hands found your thighs again and squeezed roughly. Just to force those slutty whines out of you. You put your hands on his broad shoulders for support as his hands teased your thighs moving up enough to feel your dripping cunt but moving down again just to keep you waiting, making the anticipation build within you. König wanted to make you beg for him. And you knew König wouldn’t let you cum until you beg for it. He grabbed one of your hands, which had been placed on his shoulder, and guided it down to your wet core making you whine in protest. “Touch yourself.” he said after breaking his long kiss with a grin. “König please-“ you begin but he squeezed your thighs making you gasp with pain. “Do as i said.” he hissed. You knew he was wanting you to obey him without protest.
So, poor you lifted yourself up a little and started to pleasure yourself. One hand quickly finding your clit as the other stayed on his shoulder to keep yourself up. But even though it give pleasure to you, it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t what you used to. You needed his thick and long fingers. Your fingers found your dripping hole, but your little digits couldn't even react that sweet spot he hits effortlessly. You moan, whine, cry… All of them useless, until you beg. He watched your struggles to satisfy yourself with a cocky grin.
“Armes Mädchen.” (poor girl.) he purred, then placed his hands on your hips and pulled you close, causing your body to jerk forward and press against his. “Your little fingers isn’t enough for your greedy cunt, hmm?” he propped you up and adjusted your position on his lap. He placed you right on his crotch. “Don’t you need something else?” he said suggestively, making you slowly ground against his cock and wet his boxers with your juices. You moaned and pressed your forehead against his. You were so close and just wanted to cum. “Yes i want- need it. Please.” you begged.
He placed a kiss on your lips. “You need what? Come on, Schatz. You gotta say it.” he pressed you down to his hard cock drawing low moans from both of you. You whined and rock your hips with the help of his hands. “need you to fill me.” you breathed, he let out a low groan as he grabbed your hips firmly and pressed you against his cock again. Feeling his big cock underneath your wet core made you moan and squirm with need. “Mein kleiner Hase, you’re so needy… but who am i to not give you what you need?” he whispered to you ear. “Especially when you’re soaking like this f’me.” he added.
With a quick maneuver he pressed your back against the mattress and spread your legs open. “Hold your legs like that f’me, Hase.” he mumbled as he slid his cock out of his boxers. His tip red and already dripping with precum, his form towering over you as his chest move with his hot and ragged breathing. Your pussy flutter at the sight. Imagining his long and thick shaft deep inside you, inch by delicious inch, made your head spin and left you moan desperately. You used all your willpower to not squeeze your thighs together to ease the aching between your legs.
“Braves Mädchen.” Of course he didn’t miss any of your subtle movements. He chuckled lightly like he was reading your mind. He leaned closer and spread your legs furter with his body between them. “Are those pretty moans for me or my cock?” he whispered as he brushed your hair off your neck to kiss and suck it. He took his sweet time to mark your sweet neck as he teased your pussy lips with his tip. He was rubbing his tip on your pussy until it was covered with your slick. All you could do was holding his shoulders and whimper desperately. “You won’t be needing this in my bed.” he grabbed the hem of your shirt and took it off before you could react. To give him easy access to your breasts. He made sure to give close attention to them. His lips found your hard nipples. His lips captured one of them while his fingers pinched and pulled the other. You squirmed as your walls clenched around nothing. “König please… i can’t take it anymore.” you sobbed and cried.
He didn’t stop for a moment. Mercilessly kneading your breasts and sucking your nipples while you whimpered and squirmed. When he decided it was time for filling his kleine Hase and give her the sweet release he pulled back from your breasts reluctantly. “Are you ready, Hase?” you nodded eagerly and looked into his eyes like he was your whole world. With that he lost himself. “Gott, Hase. You have no idea how hot you are.” he said through gritted teeth and finally filled you up. Even he couldn’t understand how a petite woman like you, compared to him, turned him on that much and made him crazy for you. “You take me so good, Hase. Can you feel how much i’m filling your little cunt?” his gaze lingered on the bulge on your belly. He didn’t move at first letting you adjust the fullness. When your back arched slightly and moans got more erratic he knew it was time for him to move. He pressed his palm to the bulge on your belly his cock made. It made your back arch further and him twitch inside you. “Could fuck you for hours, meine kleiner Hase.” he pulled out and slammed back in watching your breasts bounce. “So gut für mich~” he purred when he picked up the pace and fucked you into mattress.

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hey queen! i am humbly requesting some tasm!peter x plus sized!reader 🛐
maybe he was coming home from patrolling/being out as spidey and saw something in a window that reminded him of reader? like a knickknack or flowers or something like that? and he comes home and gives it to her and she’s all flustered and smitten 🤭
feel free to add your own spin to it or anything! i’m just in need of fluff and hugs from my boy 🫶🏻
Thanks for requesting lovely!
tasm!Peter Parker x plus size!reader ♡ 1.1k words
Peter knows he’s got other things he should be doing. He’s technically not done with the amount of time he likes to spend patrolling every day (plus there’s a serial burglar out there he should really be trying to catch), and if he’s not doing that he should be getting home to work on the research paper he’s got due tomorrow, and if he’s doing neither of those things Aunt May’s been begging him all week to dust the shelves she can’t reach. But when you open your door and he sees the look on your face, Peter knows he made the right decision neglecting all that shit.
“Hi!” Your voice lilts through the syllable, happiness coating it like honey.
“Hey,” Peter says back, immediately losing whatever advantage he had in the conversation. You’re surprised to see him, sure, but he’s surprised to see you like this. You’re still in your pajamas, evidently enjoying a day in, a large t-shirt and draw-string shorts that make you look all lazy and adorable and leave the delicate flesh of your thighs on display. Peter wants to bite them, but that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly.
“Hey,” he says again, blinking to clear the haze from his brain. “I, uh, you said you like irises, right?”
“Yeah…” There’s a hesitant sort of question in your voice. You eye the small bunch of flowers in his hand. “Are those for me?”
Peter grins. “Who else, sweetheart?” He tacks on the endearment mostly to see you fluster. It’s a success; your arms come up to hug your torso as your cheeks dimple, smile half-suppressed.
He passes you the flowers before he can fluster too. The plastic wrap crinkles under your careful touch, and you glance between him and them like you can’t decide which to admire first.
“Thank you so much,” you say. “Did we…have something today?”
“No,” he laughs, hooking his thumb in the strap of his backpack. “No, you’re good. I was just in the neighborhood, and they made me think of you.”
Your eyes go all pretty-pleased at the comment, but you tilt your head curiously. “What do you have to do around here?”
Ah, the question he’d hoped you’d be too happy to ask. The truth is, Peter’s almost never in this neighborhood if not for you. Spiderman gets around, but there’s not usually as much going on here as in the rest of the city. He’d spotted the flowers at a stand he’d webbed a catcaller to on the lower east side, and then came over to your end of town to bring them to you. It was only, like, a ten minute swing. Much more efficient than the subway.
“Thrifting,” he says slowly. “I was, uh, just looking to update my closet a bit, and I know you’ve got a lot of good thrift stores around here.”
“Nice.” You smile, taking a little sniff of your irises. Their bright color makes your already exquisite face look even lovelier, and it’s such a perfect image Peter wishes he had his camera on him. “Can I see your finds?”
“No,” he replies. Too quickly, so he tries to look really put out to compensate for it. “No, I didn’t find anything. I’m…really picky about my clothes.”
“Oh.” Your eyes drop to his plain gray t-shirt and jeans, but thankfully you’re too nice to say anything.
“Right,” Peter blazes ahead, tugging on the straps of his backpack, “so I just wanted to bring you those, and I’ve actually got shelves to dust, so I’d better go…”
“Okay, thanks for the flowers,” you say. “They’re really pretty.”
“Yeah, I figured it must be hard being so pretty all by yourself,” he says, spinning around to walk backwards so he can see your reaction, “so I figured I’d get you a companion.”
You press your lips together, flustering and tilting your head downwards as if to hide it. “Thanks,” you almost whisper. Peter grins hugely.
You look up just as he’s turning back around, your focus narrowing on something behind him.
“Hold on a second.” Peter halts unthinkingly, and you come outside, that t-shirt fluttering prettily around your hips. “Something’s falling out of your bag…”
He remembers to be nervous just before you pull the red and blue mask from the unzipped pocket of his backpack.
“What’s this?”
“That…” Peter’s nodding but he doesn’t know why. It’s some sort of automatic response, like he turns into a bobblehead under pressure. His mouth is void of saliva. “That’s a costume.”
Your eyebrows twitch together as one side of your mouth kicks up, like you’re not sure what to make of him. “You dress up as Spider-Man?”
The nodding turns to shaking weirdly seamlessly. “No! No, of course not. I’m an adult. It’s—it’s not for me.” You look at him expectantly. “I’m making it…for my nephew.”
“Oh.” You blink. “I didn’t know you had a nephew.”
“Really?” Peter hears his voice pitching higher, but he’s powerless to stop it. “I didn’t mention him? We’re pretty close—well, not that close. He lives…away. In Connecticut. But he wants a Spider-Man costume, and obviously he wants me to make it, because…I’m the guy for that stuff.”
You nod respectfully. “You are really good at sewing,” you say, and the look you’re giving him is so sweet it nearly takes his knees out from under him. “It’s nice of you to do that for him. You’re so thoughtful, Peter.”
You say it all soft and considerate, like it’s a secret you’re letting him in on, and Peter’s honestly worried for his heart health. He’s not sure it can take the strain of all this.
“Yeah, well, only for people I care about,” he says just as quietly.
You drop your gaze, smiling to yourself, and start tucking the mask back inside his backpack. “Your nephew must be a cool kid. I’d love to meet him sometime.”
“Yeah, maybe if he comes to town sometime.” Which will be, you know, never. But hopefully by the time it gets suspicious you’ll know enough that Peter can come clean with you about that.
He hears the zipper close and turns before you can move away. Peter wants desperately to wrap his arms around you, feel the softness of your body pressed up against his, but he settles for taking your hand. At the look on your face when he smiles and gives it a squeeze, you would’ve died at the alternative.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
Your lips part. “No problem,” you breathe.
He gives your hand one more press for good measure, letting his fingers drag across yours as he steps away. “See you Friday, yeah? For dinner?”
“Yeah.” You clear your throat. “I’ll see you then.”
Peter shoots you one last grin over his shoulder, headed down the sidewalk. “Looking forward to it.”
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Obessesion
Azriel loved everything about Elain.
He loved her smile.
He loved the brightness of her eyes.
He loved how she had such a warm and caring heart.
But he was obsessed with her neck.
He thought it might be that deep Illyrian instinct inside of him that came roaring to the surface whenever she bared the pale skin of her neck for him. A desire to lap at the delicate flesh with his tongue after he brutally bit it until a bruise blossomed from his machinations.
Azriel loved to mark her body with his bites. Loved how beneath the modest gowns she donned, she wore his claims like brands on her skin.
Boldly.
Proudly.
She loved being ravished by his mouth. Could settle on his lap or beneath him for hours as he let his teeth and tongue taste every inch of her body.
Nobody knew that under her clothes she was always peppered by a garden of black and blue and purple from him. Flowers upon her skin, some freshly bloomed while others had slowly begun to wilt away.
He smiled every time she undressed in front of him as he counted the bruises still visible upon her flesh.
Tonight was no different.
They were sequestered at the Townhouse, riding out a bad snow storm. Azriel had barely been able to arrive before the worst of it hit, kicking the front steps to dust snow off his boots before entering the warmth of the house.
Elain, as usual, was found in the kitchen, a spread of baked goods surrounding her on the marble counters. She smiled at him, a slash of brilliant white between pink lips. “You made it. I was afraid the storm might have kept you away,” she said, pulling a loaf of fresh baked bread from the oven.
Az leaned a hip on the doorway, brushing loose snowflakes from his thick hair. “Nothing could keep me away from here, beautiful. But it does look like we’ll be stuck here for a few days.”
A pretty blush dusted her cheeks at the endearment. “How awful,” she muttered, lips turning up at the corners. “Whatever will we do to pass the time?” Those dark eyes went molten under his heated stare.
He beckoned her with a crook of his finger, taking her hand when she approached and guiding them to the sitting room, Elain perching on his lap.
“I say,” he began, running his hands up and down her body, feeling the cotton fabric beneath his scarred fingers. “We take all the time in the world to enjoy the company of your bed.”
Elain’s body shuddered in response and she leaned forward slightly, providing him prime access to that perfect neck. “Why don’t you give me a little preview of what to anticipate?” she murmured, voice husky with need.
Twisting her hair around his fist for leverage, he brought his mouth to her skin. Felt her pulse flutter beneath his lips.
A soft kiss. One to just tease her a bit. Then another, this one more insistent. And another, until his teeth scraped over neck, sucking the flesh between them and biting.
Elain moaned, hands bracing themselves on his strong shoulders. Her hips wiggled on his lap, grazing his growing erection.
Fuck, she always felt so good. Tasted so sweet.
He released her neck, licking the hurt away before drawing the same spot back into his mouth. He’d work the same area over and over again into the night. Until he was sure it’d take at least a week for it to even begin fading.
Because Elain wearing his marks on her skin, on her neck…yeah, that was his obsession.
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I finally wrote something. 😭 This was just a quick phone fic, but I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve actually written something. Please lord, let this be my comeback. 🛐🙏
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Did you hear the latest drama on how Rumiko finally drew Sessrin and “adult” Rin, but made a massive swerve by putting her in Kagura’s kimono? Now it’s becoming a meme that Sesshomaru isn’t just a Pedomaru, but is extra creepy by making his now-wife dress up as his dead ex because he’s apparently STILL not over her and pretends Rin is her. Funny, this is the same thing shippers used to mock InuKag about, funny how the tables have turned. 🥴
you antis 🤢 have 0️⃣ nothing 🚫🚫 to 💬 say, you have not understood 💭❔ that Rumikois ✝️⛪️God📝🛐 in Inuyasha 🐶👹 and everything ☀️🌞 he says or does is amen🌟🙏 and you insignificant 🐜🦟🦗🦟 are silent 😶 before 🕟 his will 🥀🤪
Rumiko 👩🏻👩🏻 despises 😠😠 you 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻 She is literally teasing 🤪 you 👇🏻👇🏻 and slapping 🤦🏻🤦🏻🤦🏻 you, and you are celebrating🎉🎉🎉.Is it possible that you don't understand 🤔🤔🤔 the message ✉️✉️✉️ Rumiko 👩🏻👩🏻 is sending 📨📨📨 you ??! She is making fun 😂😂of you !! Wake up!! 😴😴 Idiots! 😵
It's the way the fucking Kaede edit looks less creepy for me! But all jokes aside, I think this is a turning point for us, yes? Nobody can tell for sure what happened behind the scenes, but from the informations given to us through the years, I think it's more than fair to assume that:
Takahashi always intended for Rin and Sesshomaru's relationship to remain platonic and for Inuyasha to have a definitive end. She adopted a "you do you" instance when it came to the problematic pairing because she didn't want to alienate part of her fans.
But then Sunrise came up with the sequel and I honestly don't think she had the power to stop them from going ahead and using her name to promote it, legally speaking. What I find extremely hard to believe is that she would be under any obligation to draw the character designs.
No. She did it because she wanted money, even though it meant participating in something that effectively ruined the original vision she had for her own story. It's glaring obvious that, other than that, she didn't take any part in the creative decisions or supervised shit, but the thing is: she didn't have to get involved at all.
Then, when the controversy blew up on her face, she played the "hogosha" card to cover her own ass. So I'm sorry, but I don't buy the "massive swerve." She is just swalling her own principles in exchange for money. Again. Because just like it happened with the character designs, it's hard to imagine she is being forced to do it. They offered her more money to draw it because the show is sinking and they needed something to bring attention back to it. And Takahashi took it.
I know it sucks, but we just have to accept that she just doesn't care about Inuyasha as much as we do. The similarity of the kimonos might have been intentional or not. It makes no real difference in the end of the day.
And maybe she trusted Sunrise more than she should, to the point of not even bothering in taking the time to check what they were gonna do to her characters. Or maybe she was always aware of it, but it didn't upset her enough to step back. Whatever the case, the conclusion is the same: she didn't give a flying fuck.
So why would we give a flying fuck about her, what she says or does? Takahashi gave us Inuyasha and for that I'll always be grateful, but if she won't respect her own art and fans, I'm under no obligation to respect her in return. In this aspect, it's just another JK Rowling situation: as long as I have any saying on it, they will never, ever, get a single penny from me. All of my admiration and support is reserved to the people who truly deserve it: the content creators of this fandom.
I'd say "death of the author now" but the sad truth is that this author has been dead to me for a long time. I just hope this incident was the final push for some of you guys to realize that it's perfectly possible to enjoy Inuyasha without trying to give Takahashi a free pass. Yes, she is part of the problem. No, you don't have to crucify or defend her in order to enjoy what you enjoy.
The original series speaks for itself, so if the author comes up with detached content that painfully contradicts it, I don't have to accept it or pay it any attention. It's completely irrelevant.
Also — and this is less important — I really wish I could gatekeep the hell out of Inukag, so their names wouldn't be in the mouth of #those people. They've been throught enough already.
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