#SO I HAD TO DRAW THEM AGAIN... give back🛐

[milkbreadtoast]

some macaroni & cheese ^_^💛🧡 (DEVSIS BRING THEM BACK PLEASEEEE😞

[imsilay]

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.

word count: 1k

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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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[moonstruckme]

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, flushing 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 opediently, and you come outside, that t-shirt fluttering prettily around your hips. “Something’s falling out of your bag…” 

He thinks 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 really 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 he 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.” 

[tswaney17]

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.

~~~~~

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. 🛐🙏

[emypony]

so uh- pls elaborate on ce!hua x sim!hua im here for the agenda

Anon I hope ur still here and sorry i took this long but i just HAD to make something for them. (and also....barking and meowing, drawing Fu Hua oh my god..)

This got heckin lengthy so I will be putting my thoughts down below in a read more <3

I ended up with brainrot 🛐🙏 alas...let me elaborate!! This if ofc in the context if ER was repaired and with new tech they were able to give the sims each their own body to continue living on as a separate entity <3

I will differentiate them by Hua and Fu Hua since it's probably the easiest. And speaking of them

Fu Hua herself has gone through many battles over the years and has met a myriad of people, shaping her into the person that she's become. Grief, Joy, Despair and Relief over the years have eroded her into her most peaceful version yet, more calm and collected and sure of herself. Maaaybe a little cheekier than usual (Senti's attitude has been rubbing off on her, unfortunately) but it's never in a mean way.

All the while Hua herself while having gone through the same amount of years as her, has not got the chance to be so out and about, but got her fair share of interaction from the visitors and successors that came to the realm. Her frequent memory wipes did slow down her progress however, so she's still closer to the original 'Fu Hua' that she was created from so many years back.

Hua was always unsure of herself and what her future would hold, wondering if her real life self would be good enough (would she, as a sim?) but she's never felt like it herself. After all, she's just a copy and that's what she's supposed to be, right?

And yet now that she gets to SEE what the real Fu Hua became, with the inherent knowledge that she's still there and has survived on despite all her hardships (which she would eventually hear about, as Fu Hua vehemently denied syncing their memories, for more reasons than one), it made her be overwhelmed with a multitude of new feelings - relief, admiration, sadness for everything she's endured, hope? for the future, and a new one that she can't quite elaborate on (these new bodies sure feel vastly different from being a bunch of data in a non physical realm, and that includes feelings too)

Unlike herself, Fu Hua now displays great amounts of patience, coupled with the suffocating feelings of kindness and softness (? once again an inexplicable feeling - how can someone act 'soft'! that's a physical feeling and yet it felt like the best word to use)

Of course all their time eventually spent together leads for more feelings of both heartache and inexplicable self consciousness- after all, Hua is just a sim, created in Fu Hua's image (not that the thought ever bothered her, she'd accepted it as a reality as all the others). Now that she's got her own body however, she can't help but feel inadequate being there. Would she be a fighter proficient enough? Good enough to carry the burden of the same name and face? Would she be able to live up to her legacy, her name and her greatness? Could she ever achieve what she did or would she just forever be branded as a 'copy' and nothing else. Would it have been better off if she'd remained deleted by the Herrscher of Corruption? The others are after all...not there anymore, so there would be no confusion to be made. They could carry on their real life counterpart's legacies without issue- but she felt like she was just not meant to be there. Fu Hua was still alive, so why the need for her, too?

It all culminates one day after isolating herself for weeks and becoming more and more of a hermit. Not even Pardofelis could coax her to open up, so who better to work through Hua related issues than Fu Hua herself? It doesn't take long until Hua confesses her feelings in regards to the matter of her existence, and Fu Hua can't help but smile gently, thinking about the amusing parallels between this Hua and Senti.

Hua's skin is burning as Fu Hua takes her hand into hers, and addresses her with the same tenderness as raindrops falling after a hot day. She feels tears prick her eyes as Hua's talking, about how despite being made after her it was so so long ago that it isn't bad that she's different. Fu Hua wouldn't want her to take after her anyway, it's better off if she would just be her own person. There is no need to repeat Fu Hua's mistakes, just to become like her. She's not perfect, after all.

Hua may be derived from the same starting point as Fu Hua over 50 000 years ago, but so much time has passed, and the two of them ended up being shaped by people and circumstance differently, and now she has sort of become her own person. It would be unfair to her own self and legacy to attempt to be like Fu Hua. There's no more Honkai, they have achieved their goal and she'd fought just as valiantly as the others. And that is enough.

here's where my general thoughts stop, but I do have other more funny ones in regards to Senti (and by extension Pardo, because now with a soulium body I'd just put them together like cheese and crackers).

Senti's views on Sim!Hua are also funny because:

Fu Hua: old timer. antique. do NOT tell me we're alike i'm going to start foaming at the mouth. smh my head she cant get it together

Sim!Hua: absolute baby lmaooo look at her. okay she is kind of cute and pathetic. yeah ill help her shes funny (by being a wet sopping scrungly)

I just think they would be interesting friends, and maybe a bit of an easy target for teasing (especially once she finds out that she kinda has a crush on Fu Hua). Obviously enough, getting dating advice from a Herrscher who has never dated is going to end in disaster.

Senti and Felis get together (i swear this is for storytelling purposes this time), all is well and they enjoy each other. Seeing them be happy and such, Hua finally allows herself to think of the possibility of at least confessing. "Oh okay so…a sim(?) and a. real . ? person? (debatable) Herrscher? can be together so maybe i can at least confess… i want to get over this" Hua wouldn't delude herself into thinking that there could be any outcome of her feelings, after all Senti and Pardo's situation was somewhat different than her own.

As much as she hates it, Senti is unfortunately the only one who knows Fu Hua enough so...by extension of asking Felis she has to ask her too and its awfully embarrassing because of how much teasing she expects.

Senti's the first one to react and she goes "LMAO no WAY. Fu Hua?!?"

Felis hits her shoulder. "Senti, be nice !!! this is serious!!"

Senti can't help but almost double over in laughter, but recovers pretty quickly. "Out of everyone you could've chosen smh…sure fine, it''s whatever I'll help you."

Hua was a bit. skeptical. "You're…not doing this just to gloat and laugh at me if it doesn't work, right?"

Senti had half the mind to think better on it. "Eh…I would say maybe, but quite frankly I'll do ANYTHING if it means Hua will shut the fuck up and stop asking me how Felis and I are going. If you confessing to her will get her off my case I'm literally willing to throw petals from above for added effect"

Suddenly Hua doesn't feel that great about asking Senti for help. But what's done is done, so she might as well give her best. Senti goes "Don't worry I'll ease her about the thought" and goes to Fu Hua and asks "Hey so how much do you love yourself?" like with no fucking context. Funnily enough, Fu Hua thinks Senti is trying to talk to her about not sacrificing herself if things get dire, so she completely cuts her off before she elaborates any further and assures her that she will never put her duty before herself or her friends ever again, all of them can rest assured!

Needless to say Senti came back with nothing to show for it except words completely unrelated to what they needed. Hua herself can't help but go "wow, she really is different from me, she's matured so much and learned to prioritize herself" and can't help but feel like she likes her even more, to Senti's absolute disgust ("Good God, you're down bad"). Mission failed.

Senti turns to Felis, going "yeah you know what. they're perfect for each other."

Felis smiles and clasps her hands. "Aww that's so cute, do you mean they seem to be on the same page about feelings?"

"No i mean they're both incomprehensibly daft and delusional but yours works too, probably."

Enough about Hua, we should probably touch on Fu Hua's feelings for comparison. She feels a strange sense of wanting to protect Hua- maybe chalks it up to it reminding her of her past, lost and full of uncertainty about each following day, of losing more people and more sacrifices being made. But those are no longer pressing issues now, so why does she still feel like that, when Hua is clearly capable of defending herself if something comes to be? It's confusing, but she doesn't dwell on it for too much.

...well, until it does end up being on her mind a bit too much, so she can only go to the one person that would understand AND knows enough about the person in question - Felis! ....and by extension (and to her dismay) Senti as well. The two share a 'there's no way this is happening AGAIN' look with each other as Fu Hua is trying to explain her issue.

She confides in them briefly. "I've been having these...weird feelings towards er, Hua. I'm not sure but I find myself wanting to spend more time with her and I feel like I want to protect her. But there's no danger anymore and clearly she can defend herself just as well as anyone else...so why am I...?" she seems lost.

Senti makes a joke which Felis almost chokes to. "Maybe you like her?"

Fu Hua blushes and almost gives herself away. "W-What? N-no, I could never, I...s-she's me- well, not- not really anymore no but she was created from me at one point...that... that would be wrong wouldn't it?" Well. it wasn't an outright no, technically...

Senti continues. "Okay HYPOTHETICALLY...if she liked you back, would you confess?"

For once Fu Hua doesn't seem so shocked about it anymore, she seems almost...melancholic, as if she's thinking about something that's too far out of her reach. "Oh please...she's still got some of my traits and mannerisms...she would know better than to like the person she was made after..." she chuckles longingly. "She's probably got a stronger sense of justice and morals than I have right now, I certainly have mellowed out over the years." Senti sighs, and groans, and almost hits something.

"Oh my GODDD I am leaving. I cannot deal with this you're TOO DUMB!!" and just disappears away in a flash of black feathers. Fu Hua is confused and taken aback and Felis can do nothing but shrug her shoulders because she too wishes she could straight up disappear right now. These two were so different yet so alike and it was so frustrating how stupid they were about it.

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I've yet to think about how they confess - I'll admit my thoughts stopped there as I got one tracked on doing art for them, but if I happen to figure something out, I might do another post. Idk if I would be able to do a little one-shot though...........unless?

Anyway if u've made it this far godspeed thank you for letting me talk about them 🙏 they're on my mind fr haha.

[tomurasmoleunderhislip]

-Tomura with gender fluid s/o that's around same height and weight as him-

I just had to write this since I'm around his height and I never saw someone write something like this so 😭😭😭

For those that don't know what gender fluid is: Let’s define a few terms. Cisgender means a person’s gender identity matches the sex — female or male — designated on their original birth certificate. Gender fluidity refers to change over time in a person’s gender expression or gender identity, or both. That change might be in expression, but not identity, or in identity, but not expression. Or both expression and identity might change together.

Trigger warning: opinion 💋

I just know that hugs and cuddles would be absolutely perfect literally. Not having to break our necks to look down or up at eachother lol, or go on our tip toes to kiss/hug.

I find it really adorable and comforting, and he would too probably.

And since I'm gender fluid it I feel like it would be like he hit a jackpot or something, I'm picturing him as demi-bisexual. Ain't no way he's straight (-my best friend), I can imagine he rarely falls in love, and when he would feel romantic towards someone he would need to have an emotional connection with someone before he feels romantic towards them. And he wouldn't care about his s/o's gender, he just wants to love someone and someone to love him back. (Don't attack me for having my opinion I'm not in mood for arguing so go and argue with wall 💀💀💀)

But it would be so funny, his confused reactions than realizing what I am and goes like ohhh yeah right oh shit, one week I'd be coming dressed and act feminine than out of nowhere other week (poof) I appear looking like homeless dude and acting masc 🤡🤡🤡.

Oh also he would definitely borrow my baggy dark clothes. I need to draw him in them one day literally. He'd look so fine in that one slipknot t-shirt I got omfg it would be fit him perfectly 🛐.

He'd steal them either put him on his pillow hugging it, or wearing them as he goes to sleep. But of course he'd give them back later.

So like, borrowing eachothers clothes is 100%. He would borrow you his cool coats definitely, either throw it at your face jokingly or put it around your shoulders like gentleman when you are cold, depending on his mood.

Not to mention since we're around same height and weight, I would be picking him up for sure while hugging him, it would be so hilarious and cute. Imagine hugging him, wrapping hands around his lower back than just pulling him up and spinning him a little. He would be so embarrassed and so red but still laugh later 💀💀💀. I would love holding him or when he would hold me lawd 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳....

Or him sitting on my lap or again other way around. Sounds like heaven, what the fuck an I saying, better than heaven actually 😩😩😩. And burying our faces into sides of eachothers necks or shoulders while wrapping arms around eachothers torsos.

So picking up and holding is 100% 😔.

Hope I zon't zet azzacked for zis 😻

Bay bay I'm going back to my bat cave now 💋💋💋

I bet this will get ignored

[nkogneatho]

Pasi pasi psst. I am thirsty, and you're writing is god tier so if you want, tell me how jjk characters react when you suck their dick out of nowhere. Thank you.🛐

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 + 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒.

—cw: gn!reader (although I wrote it with a fem!reader in mind), public s3x, gagging, hair tugging, sw@llowing.

A/n: I AM SORRY. I word vomited. I was so horny. I felt satisfied and I kept writing and writing Didn't have time to proofread hehe😭

#m.list #taglist #kofi #milfhub.

#𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

We all know Satoru is a whore. It's easy to get this man horny. That being said, he loves risks. But what you hadn't seen yet was how he were to react if he were caught off guard. And you were the only person Satoru never put his wall up for.

Nanami had called you two for an urgent meeting to give you intel on Yuuji. He had been training and watching over him for quite a while now. It was nice having a helping hand. Plus you and Gojo got to spend more time because of it.

When you entered the room, it was empty with Nanami in no sight. He was running late which was odd since he's always on time. But you figured out, this was the perfect chance to carry out your plan. Satoru started fooling around, making jokes as he sat on Nanami's chair, shuffling his things around. He loved making him mad. He started drawing silly figures of him on a paper with stupid texts. He was having his fun until he felt something—someone between his legs.

"Wh-" You shushed him, unzipping his pants and taking his dick out. You spat on it, giving it a few strokes with your hand before taking it in your mouth. As I said, he gets turned on very easily. He got hard so fast. Your eyes never left his face as you were bobbing your head on his dick. He lifted his eye mask, making a few seconds of eye contact, but it broke as he rolled his head back for the tip was pushing against your throat. He looked so messed up, biting his lips as he came.

Motherfucker later thanked Nanami for setting up this meeting since he got the best blowjob ever.

#𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji loved money. So did you. It was one of the reasons you started working and living together when you realised your skills together are unmatched. It meant getting the job done quicker and more money.

You both had a platonic work buddy relationship. But living together in closed spaces without having dirty thoughts about each other was hard. So you both eventually gave up to your desires and fucked. It was supposed to be a one time thing. But then it was even harder now that you had known what your skins felt against each others. And so, it happened again. Twice, thrice until you eventually lost count.

"The Hanemiyas said to meet here. Make sure to demand more money and not give in easily like last time," he said leaning back on the cushion of the seat. You were in this shady restaurant with like three people around. It had a booth seating system so people barely had an idea about their surroundings.

"Tsk." You saw him frowning at his phone.

"What's the matter?" You asked.

"He sent me a text said he's going to be 20 minutes late. That motherfucker."

"Why don't we use this time to ourselves then?" You smirked.

"You mean order a meal? That's a good idea. I want meat." For a man that big, his brain is surely pea-sized. But then again, blowjob wouldn't be the first thing on someone's mind in a restaurant.

He felt you brushing your hand on his cock. And then he realized. It's not about a meal. It's about his meat. You bent down, untying the lace of his bottoms, shifting them a little so you had a nice view of his big cock. You didn't even stroke it. It had always been too big for your mouth but you take it like a champ. Toji was struggling keeping up with his composure as you were sucking him. He's the kind of man that always loses it and fucks the shit out of you if you tease him. But it wasn't the right place, neither the right time.

He was about to cum. He saw the waiter coming but you didn't care. You gulped down his cum shamelessly.

"Good afternoon. What would you like to order, sir?"

"Uhm." He cleared his throat, leaning forward so the table would hide his loosened bottoms. "We're expecting company. But two glasses of fresh lemonade sounds nice." You saw him as he struggled to be his usual self, acting so polite. It was fun.

#𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

Suguru falls more on the "if life gives you lemon, juice the shit out of it" side. He always sucks you off so good. And he never stops until you've atleast came three times.

Lazy days with Suguru were the best. You had to nothing but just lie around, taking rest. It helped that you lived near the beach. It was so relaxing to have a picnic on the beach. The calming sounds of waves, the sun hitting your skin. Your boyfriend's skin and his bare tits. You noticed he had unbuttoned his Hawaiian shirt.

You started tracing figures on them. His eyes averted to you. You looked so pretty under the sun, getting tanned.

You looked around to see if there are people near you. Luckily, most of them were at a far distance and some of them went to hit the water. It was a perfect time to give him his lemons, to repay last night.

He was enjoying the view until he felt something slowly crawling up his leg. You had moved your legs up his thighs, rubbing them against it. He was confused but his eyes widened when you got up and crawled between his legs.

"Y/n—fuck." You removed his semi-hard cock, grabbed it, stroking it up and down. "We're in public."

"So? That wasn't a problem for you when you were fucking me in the park the other day." You grinned. Suguru always fucked you whenever he wanted, regardless of the location. So it was only fair.

You bobbed your head, taking him in your mouth. He hissed, biting his lower lip, looking at your pretty face, swollen lips wrapped around his cock. Fuck. It was so risky. That's what made it even better. I told you. Geto stands by that moto, "when life gives you lemon, juice the shit out of it." So that's what he did. He grabbed your hair, guiding you. You felt so horny. He increased the pace, being harsh on you. When he came, his flicks fell down, body covered in sweat as he rolled his head back. You both furrowed your brows feeling more horny. He yanked you to the back of the palm tree. You knew you were going to have trouble walking back home. Glad you lived nearby.

#𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

The day was a fucking mess. It was so exhausting and busy. Sukuna was clumsy at work and it caused a big problem. He was refusing to come back home, but you were worried and went to pick him up.

"It's gonna be okay, baby. It happens to me too," you tried consoling him.

"You don't understand. This was supposed to be my big shot and messed up. I am so fucking frustrated." He sighed, hitting the steering wheel.

Sukuna has a habit of lashing his anger out on things. Not to people, never to you, but things. When you eneteredhis office, it was a goddamn mess. Files lying around, paper torn and a vase broken down. There was only person that could calm him down. It was you. You appeared in his life like a savior. He loved you so much.

You tried everything, every sentence that could help him calm down but nothing worked. But then you remembered one thing that always helps. You tried third time.

"What you doing?" You had unzipped his pants, snekaing your hand inside, making sure no one catches you in the parking spot. He was still frustrated but that turned into pleasure when the warmth of your mouth wrapped around his lengthy dick.

But Sukuna never feared someone catching you guys. That was the best thing about him. He embraced the risks, aware of the pleasure and profit it will cause him. Which is why it made him a perfect businessman.

You swiped your tongue on the tip of his length a few time, before taking it all in. Fuck, it felt so good to fuck your throat in the middle of the afternoon at a parking spot.

Sukuna came so hard, all his frustration washing away with his orgasm as his head rolled back and hands tighten around the steering wheel, ans your hair.

#𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

Nanami often had to work overtime. So the only day you could spend time together was on the weekends. You were so understanding, which is why Kento knew you were the right person for him. So he decided to make the weekend special for you.

He took you grocery shopping. It was odd. Don't get me wrong. He loved coming to the supermarket with you. Although it was rare that he suggested it this time.

You couldn't figure it out at first but as soon as time passed, you saw all the ingredients to your favorite dish in the cart. You smiled at him while he was picking up some sauce for the dish.

He asked you to wait a minute while he used the washroom. A very interesting thought strucked your mind. A dirty one too. You went after him, parking the cart in a corner where it wasn't so visible.

"Y/n. What you doing here? Who's watching the cart?" You locked the door behind you.

"Shh." You grabbed his collar, dragging him to the stall. You were lucky there was no one else in the washroom. Atleast yet. "Oh, Ken. You always work so hard for me. For us. It's only fair if I give you a little surprise."

"I don't understand—" he stopped when he found you on your knees. And then he got a hold of the situation. He smiled at you. Although you couldn't tell if it was innocent or flirty.

Nanami did the extra work for you, unbuckling his belt, taking his dick out for you. He slapped it against your cheeks for a few times before shoving it inside. You wetted it with you saliva and started sucking him off. Nanami was a moaning mess. When he came, he painted your lips that had been swollen from the actions white. He looked at you with those affectionate eyes as you licked your lips.

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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.