How I Feel When You Guys Like My Stupid Posts

One of my friends, due to some peculiarities and past, can just pass out in a couple of seconds, and the worst thing is if he does it to me, because damn, every time it's a fight for oxygen.

Now imagine Sanemi and Giyuu.

That's all I have.

my fifth picture is a screenshot of my post about Sanemi singing, WELL WHO DECIDED TO SEND ME TO JAIL FOR LOVING A SINGING MAN @ohagi-bites @sanemiss I'm passing it on to you!

Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

I'm a little nervous about posting my work here for the first time, but I hope you enjoy it! This is a short essay about my character and my friend's character in the Demon Slayer setting, so don't be surprised by the weird names. Both are adults! Enjoy reading~

Warnings: nsfw, modified clitoris, some roughness, girl dominance, anal sex, mention of oral sex. Minors do not read further! Miyamoto feels like he's just suffocating from the frantic pace, like his thighs or head are about to give out on him, while his groin is so wet from the huge amount of lube dripping down it, making the futon underneath them wet.

Under him… And her. *****

"Vales-chan, are you okay?" the Gyomei student asks with slight concern, visiting his friend in the room reserved for her at the Corps headquarters, where the half-demon was currently resting, but did not come out to train.

But Giyu-san wanted to practice the technique with her again…

"I'm okay…" the girl quietly responds, shaking her head while scratching her pointed ears with her claws, like an animal, not wanting to leave the blanket.

Miyamoto frowns sadly, worried by such an answer and behavior.

Have demonic fits in her behavior overtaken her now? "I can help if you tell me what's bothering you, - he assures with a soft smile, to which she turns her "flattened" pupils to his figure."

"…" *****

Vales growls and chokes on saliva, mercilessly moving on the flesh of the former nichirin bladesmith, drool dripping from her bared fangs and flowing from her lips, while she again and again rises and falls on Miya's hot cock, pressing the man's hips into her poor futon, holding him under her without effort.

His eyelashes flutter, his mouth and lips are wet with her juices, because she literally fucked his lips and tongue with her hips, not letting him breathe until he thoroughly licks her pussy, making her see stars.

Miyamoto is lost in how many orgasms they both experienced, he lost count.

He simply prayed to all the gods and training from Lord Gyomei and Rengoku, still breathing under the onslaught of the half-demon.

He doesn't even know if she's so hungry herself or if it's her nature from her father… ***** "Miyamoto-kun, I have a problem…"

She doesn't hold back her animalistic, wild moans and growls of delight and pleasure, her long tongue sticks out of her mouth, also opening a small fanged mouth at the end, testifying to her pleasure.

Her demonic essence is now expressed especially brightly, reflecting on her body, her hips are completely blue and have changed into her beautiful paws, behind such a juicy ass, not hidden now by the pants of her fighter uniform, her tail with a membrane is visible, with which she hits his legs, while she tortures his hips and penis with her pace, while her pussy seems to be trying to devour the poor blacksmith, milking him dry.

Without feeling the power of authority that a Hashira or a male demon would have, she takes full control, fucking Miyamoto until he loses his pulse, leaving bites and scratches on his body, growling and snarling, a real fiend of the night. ***** "What can I do for you, Vales-Chan?" *****

The growl in her throat grows even after the orgasm that they both just experienced again, her modified clitoris, now large and similar to some kind of sea creature, still leaking and pulsating, until she does not take her eyes off Miya. "On your knees." *****

The poor man just cries and whines, feeling the demoness holding his hair, leaning on top of him, pulling his poor disheveled tail, growling and literally screaming with pleasure, while her hips are madly pounding into him, while she is ripping him from behind with her… Cock.

Gods, she can use it as a cock, and she does not spare it, taking everything she can.

His ass is red from the slaps of her hips, the stripes of her claws on his skin are stinging, making him whine, he does not know how much more he can take.

It seems like she's going to fuck him to death- *****

"You're so sweet, Miyamoto, I could eat you whole~ You helped me so much, I'll have enough for the morning~" a hoarse but gentle voice coos in his ear as he lies on the futon torn by claws, feeling himself leaking after her, while Urokodaki's student licks her lips, then gently kisses his temple, making him sigh in embarrassment."

"Good boy~"

🐟

Turaga Onewa standing on the side of a new carving site in process looking on like this

post now

The reporters having trouble asking Pro hero Dynamight about his life because he makes everything about Midoriya Izuku somehow.

Reporter: So they told me you been working extra shifts lately. Is it because you want to rank up as a pro hero?

Katsuki: No. After buying Izuku his mecha suit, I kinda liked the idea of getting nice things for him, so now I'm saving to buy him an apartment.

Reporter: Right... So, what about your new driver's license? It must've been exciting to finally get it!

Katsuki: Not really, I only got that to pick the nerd up from the UA. He still works there.

Reporter: I see you redesigned your winter suit! Tell me, what gave you the idea for it?

Katsuki: Izuku likes it when I show my arms.

Reporter: Uhh... They have told me you like to cook in your free time! What was the first dish you learned to make?

Katsuki: Katsudon. It's Izuku's favorite.

Reporter: ... I see.

"There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me..." Music on the Waters by Qntal Sketch by my lovely friend Neon Naga, big thanks to him for drawing my girl!

obanai being so touch starved and sanemi being so good with his hands, his words. sanemi, who was supposed to just be his best friend, enveloping him in his arms, tangling the sheets around them as his fingers skim over obanai’s face, caressing his cheek and all the while whispering soft, nearly unintelligible praise. his lips ghosting obanai’s clavicle, teeth nipping at his skin as he growls under his breath that, fuck, obanai is so fucking attractive, and he can’t get enough of him, and that he has no reason to feel insecure. and obanai’s laying beneath him, his hair mussed, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks. he’s leaning into sanemi’s hold, allowing himself to crave openly. then they’re just cradling one another, skin pressed against skin, sharp breaths steadying as they gaze at each other, eyes full of so much unspoken infatuation. it feels like safety. it feels like everything either has wanted for so long, but have been too scared to voice. and suddenly, its like there’s something between them that has never been there before. perhaps it had nudged at the edges of their conscious, trying to find its way through. but it didn’t make it in until now, seeping from the warmth they shared. there was a name to it, somewhere. something soft and gentle and reckless and amazing. the title was unsure, for now, but, possibly, one day, they may let it be synonymous to love. perfect, uncertain, beautiful love. all for them.

Little doodles

This is my first time learning digital art and it's nerve-wracking.