#((Ren or Fox one))

[sirazaroff]

We are SO fuckin back

Original by @/soup-erb

[tr4v3rs3-t0wn]

TPOF's memelord mode is actual gold (Fox's route edition)

+ Bonus this one that I thought was funny too

[thatskyafro]

Phantom Thieves in Egghead-inspired Outfits! (1/2)

fullbody shots:

[decafdoodlez]

He wants to devour her so bad. ❤️‍🩹🦊✨

[hiskillingjar]

Posture Training (Fox/MC)

g-d this shit makes me so horny. probably because i have trauma associated with being scolded for my shitty posture. anyway.

day 25: posture training second person. gn mc referred to as a lady (up to you if that’s derogatory/sexual or not lmao)

"Pick your head up, please."

You lifted your chin quickly, pressing your lips into a tight line as you adjusted your posture against the tall dining chair, your thighs pressed together tightly and your gaze locked straight ahead.

"S-Sorry..." You murmured apologetically.

With an amused hum, Fox circled you casually, admiring you as one may admire a piece of art. His lips twitched with a slight smirk at your soft-spoken apology, your tenacity to submit to him, no matter what, but it didn't touch the rest of his expression, at least not completely. 

He was here to teach you a lesson, after all.

"A lady doesn't slouch at the dinner table," He then said sternly, his tail swaying behind him. "Nor does she stammer when she is spoken to."

"Mm," You felt your cheeks flush at his firm tone and his calling you a 'lady' when you normally felt like anything but. "Right. Yes." You said, your voice a little firmer. "My...apologies, sir."

"And look at me when you speak," He added, stopping his pacing at your side. "It's polite to. You know that much, don't you, you weren’t completely unsocialised before this?"

You swallowed, with a flicker of a frown (just for a moment, lest he believe you had any opposition to his orders) and looked towards him, making sure to keep your chin at an even level and move your gaze with your shoulders, lest you strain your neck.

"Yes, sir," You said with a polite smile.

"Good girl," He praised, giving you a brief look of pride, before swiftly taking on an expression of a stern teacher, yet again. "I expect you to be on your best behaviour at dinner this evening. My highest account clients will be there, and you need to be a prime example of my work."

"Yes, sir," You said again, your eyes going forward towards the opulent set of dinnerware in front of you, bowls upon plates upon plates and more sets of cutlery on either side of the dishes than you knew what to do with.

Fox knew that you were out of your depth, hence the activity of the afternoon.

Like some fucked up version of My Fair Lady.

"Don’t look so startled. It's easy to remember, you just move inwards with each course," Fox instructed, pacing to your other side and leaning forward to gesture at each of the forks instructively with a clawed finger. "Salad, fish, and  meat. Dessert is the top set, and the spoon is for the soup course, and nothing but."

"Is it that much?" You asked, leaning in to take a closer look at each piece of silverware. "Feels like a lot for a dinner..."

"With the upper echelons of society? Of course, this is bare minimum, quite frankly." He said with a slight scoff (an eyeroll not visible but assumed) as he leaned against the back of your chair. "But, you have to know, darling, some of them are just as interested in watching you stumble as they are in tasting their food." 

His voice lowered down to a whisper, leaning closer towards you. 

"In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they would find your humiliation downright delectable."

You felt your cheeks flush a little darker, feeling the warmth of his words against your flushed skin, before he took a firm hold of your shoulders and forced them back against the chair.

"I told you; keep your back straight." He ordered harshly. "Head raised high, eyes forward. I will not let them enjoy any of your humiliation."

He then gave your shoulders an idle squeeze, claws digging into your skin.

"Not for free, anyway."

You pressed your knees a little harder together, nervously licking your lips, before pouting slightly at the idea of him humiliating you for profit again.

Your dynamic with Fox was…odd. 

You always had the sense that he was moments away from hurting you again, from sticking his foot in front of you and laughing as you feel flat on your face, and yet, he did so much to defend you and preserve your dignity when you (rarely, but occasionally) interacted with those in his social circle.

In private, it was another story, of course, but you figured that was just his taste in things.

"Don't pout, darling," He said airily, with another casual wag of his tail, leaning forwards to speak into your ear again. "You and I can deal with any failures later, but for now,” He rapped his fingers on your shoulders. “I will not allow a bunch of old, rich creeps, “Which clearly didn’t include himself. “To ogle you as if you're one of the wares on the auction floor tonight."

"I hope you're not anticipating my failure, sir," You murmured quietly, letting out a slow exhale.

"I'm not anticipating it, no," He said, standing up straight. "I actually have complete faith in you. But, ah…I wouldn't mind an opportunity to prevent any potential for it.” You sensed another smirk to the tone of his words. “A posture collar, for example, that would stop that pretty head sinking again."

You let out a tiny squeak, raising your head.

You really weren't good at sitting up straight.

"Ah ah," He said with an amused hum, his hand sliding up the back of your neck and tilting your chin up once again. "Eyes forward, chin up. And chest out, please, darling."

"Hahh..." You breathed out as he cupped your jaw with surprising gentleness, pulling your body into the appropriate posture. “Yes, sir.”

"There we are," He said quietly, admiring the pose he pulled your body into, like you were nothing more than a doll for him. "Beautiful. Mm, it might not be necessary, but I can't deny, I'd love to see a nice, thick collar keeping that lovely neck straight."

You shivered slightly as his claws carressed your throat, a certain heat gathering beneath your skirt, making your thighs squeeze together even more.

"And a corset too, perhaps?" He suggested, his hands sinking down your neck and towards your chest. "To keep your back straight, of course.”

"Of course," You agreed, your voice sounding a little dazed as his hand slid down the front of your shirt, cupping the soft weight of your naked chest and rubbing the pad of his thumb over the blooming bud of your nipple. “That sounds…very practical, sir.”

"Yes, very practical, of course," He said with a low hum, his thumb and pointer finger gently pinching your nipple, then, as his other hand cupped your chin again and forced your head up and your back straight, tired of reminding you. "And so very necessary. Perhaps I ought to get you some heels, too, just to make your posture even better."

"Mm," You let out a trembling whine, your hands curling at your sides, unsure whether or not to let them slide between your legs and up your thighs. "Y-Yes, sir..."

"No stammering, remember." He murmured a soft, chiding scold, his breath hot in your ear and giving your nipple a firm pinch. "I'd hate to have to keep this training going all afternoon…mm,” His palm groped your breast again, as he rested his chin on the crown of your head. “And I would really, truly hate to have to lock you in your collar and corset and high heels, just to make sure you always remember the behave like a proper lady."

"Hahhh," You exhaled, squeezing your eyes shut for a brief moment before straightening out again, swallowing hard. "No, sir. I’ll remember to behave, sir."

"Good girl, suuuuch a good girl," He murmured with a broad smile, his breath hot in your ear, "And I'm sure you'll appreciate that all of those things are far less for my amusement and, mm, my pleasure,” The hand on your chin descended to indulgently grope your other breast., “And more for your ability to sit through a long, tedious dinner without embarrassing me, hmm?"

"Of course, sir," You gave your head a little shake, still whining as he touched you. "Of course..."

"Good," He said with another smile, before abruptly pulling away from you, leaving you breathless, flustered, and ever so eager to please him. "Very good. Now, I want you to try and hold that pose for me, while I go and make a few preparations before our guests begin to arrive, alright?"

"Ah-" You let out a little sound of outrage, moving to peer over your shoulder towards him. "Hold it? For how long?"

"As long as I want," He said, his hand wrapping around your chin and forcing you to look forward again. "And eyes. Forward. Do not catch yourself slouching again, or I'll be forced to be much tougher on you. Okay?"

His grip tightened on your chin when you didn’t immediately answer.

"I said, okay?”

"Okay," You said quickly with a little nod, doing as you were told (as you always did, as you would always do) keeping your posture straight as he let go of your jaw. "Yes, okay, yes sir."

“Good girl. I’ll get started on dinner~”

[fizziedoodle]

Kill Bill 🇯🇵

directed by Quentin Tarantino

starring Uma Thurman, Lucy Liu, Vivica Fox, Julie Dreyfus, & David Carradine

[ronanre]

can you please post your commission sheet please ~!!! and thank you for responding !!!

[streamstar]

POST STREAM.

"And a special thank you to all of those who donated tonight! What a thrilling stream, it came to an end too soon… Yes, yes I got a little over eager there…!" He poked at himself with the joking tone of the user. Drawing in a deep breath, the wind softly whistling between the cracks of his sweaty skin and metal, the blinding light of the monitor glazing over his intense stare, sizing up the last of the chat rolling in, chest heaving in and out with adrenaline, the screams of the unfortunate rattling through his head persistently, the malodor of iron burning into his senses… Index finger scrolling through the details of the soon-over stream, the voting board frozen in his focus.

[82% — Kill] [18% — Let live]

The man couldn't help but click his tongue to the roof of his mouth, looking over his shoulder and the mangled corpse behind him, the blood running darker with time, thick and sticky as it rolled down the tattered skin, filling the grooves of the artistic burns engraving their chest like a river to a moat, and the stringy flesh of a blown out skull, fluids oozing down their neck like a wreath. A shiver chases his nerves down his spine as his eyes thin, swallowing down the animalistic feeling in his throat before turning back to the camera with a showman's gleam in his stare. "Once again, thank you all for attending another stream, until next time… Yours truly, Fox." With his hands out, the man presented a short bow of gratitude, reaching forward to slide his mouse over to end the stream. After a moment of silence, while he wrapped things up he pulled a small black stool out from under the setup turning on its swivel to face the recently deceased victim. Reaching a hand around back to remove the mask, exhaling a heavy sigh at the cooling sensation grazing his skin, small droplets of sweat rolling down his cheeks — the silence between the two was deafening, not that the victim could talk back, though.

Rising to his feet, the sound of stiff dress shoes clacked against the hard floor as a hand tangled itself in the strands of hair that rested upon the back of the neck, cranking their head to face his own. "You did good, for the most part, you know. But you were naïve… Gullible." A clawed finger slipped itself into the gaping gun wound, and the pulpous sounds of scrambled brain matter earned a muted rumble to bubble in his throat "But they don't want your compliance, this audience is… Particular with their tastes, and you just got too comfortable." Pulling his hand from their skull, the head falling downward with a heavyweight, he rubbed the slicked-up fingers together with his thumb, pulling them apart as he watched the fluid string the digits together. Raising his hand to his face, he pulled in the scent of their decaying essence, still fresh — Sucking the fingers clean, he wiped the saliva on his bloodied pant leg before seating himself once more, a heavy hand pressing the red button on the desk, two tall men soon to arrive.

Sitting at the desk, he watched them move swiftly, unshackling them from the wall, the body quick to fall limp against the floor with a heavy thud, a few new abrasions kissing their skin before one arm was taken by each man, feet dragging along the floor into the lit hallway, quick to leave his field of vision. There he was, alone in the room once again. His ears lowered close to his head at the mess, but in retrospect, this was not half as bad, he had worse before for sure. "Should we take care of this?" A worker asked from the doorway, snapping Fox from his train of thought "… Just give me a minute." He nodded in their direction, his head may have been looking, but his eyes remained locked on the red that painted the floor and walls.

From time to time, he would wonder what came of those he sold off. Not that it was his business beyond purchase, but did any of them end up keeping them as a companion? As a beating bag? Would he ever end up keeping one for himself? He found himself running solo, a peace he had come to love. Maybe one day there will be a time where one captivates him. The thought seems redundant.

Just two days prior, this person had been begging to come home with him, pleaded and whined and cried shamelessly on the stage, their wanton pleas with an eagerness to please — no, that wasn't it… It was a grasping for survival that laced their voice. What a pitiful act, it was endearing in its own way, and they had begun to grow on him a little, a small reflection of his past as their eyes followed him with terror, obeying every word and order thrown their way like a trapped, cornered animal. It was a reflection into his own past, nearly. But he was strong, that's why he survived, that's why he's here now, sitting upon his throne. Rising once more, straightening his back, pushing his hair back with clawed fingertips before he stepped into the light, the scent of a burning body becoming obvious to him, it was a stench you can't forget, a life turning to nothing but embers and ash.

'What a shame.' The man thought. 'You could have been a star.'

[vorple2]

Two of my current fav images rn-

I wana be his friend so baddd!! He's so baby 😫

Sally face, omori and BTD/BTD2/TPOF have literally all been year long obsessionzzz! 😔

I FUCKIN' LOVE HIM SO SMMMMMM!! 👹

[uwingdispatch]

Hi y’all! It’s been a busy month but I wanted to check in and share these new lanyards! These are for Boba Fett, Thrawn, Kylo, Vader and, finally, Commander Fox!

The aurebesh on the Cader lanyard says PEACE -FREEDOM - JUSTICE - SECURITY and the Aurebesh on the Kylo lanyard says “blow that piece of junk out of the sky” which cracks me up every time. I love The Last Jedi. 💜

Hope y’all love these! More new stuff is coming this week and I can’t wait to share it with you! Also! I’m having a smol sale if you want to grab some treats. Shop is here.

[hilkaro]

One shoot - Birthday fox 🎂🦊

It was your birthday, and since you’d been such a loyal and devoted pet, Fox decided to spoil you that day. You dressed up, styled your hair, and put on makeup. First, he took you to the theater, and then to a fancy restaurant for a gourmet dinner. In your excitement, you might have had a little too much champagne, and on the way back home, you were already quite tipsy. The walk from the car to your home proved too much of a challenge, so the beastkin, in his generosity, carried you—not bridal style, but slung over his shoulder. It wasn’t romantic, but you giggled and were happy nonetheless as he playfully patted your butt or massaged your thighs. 

Finally, you reached the bedroom, and Fox unceremoniously tossed you onto the bed. 

“Ugh!” you groaned, surprised, momentarily losing your bearings. 

With a mischievous grin on his face, the beastkin leaned over you, taking the opportunity to finally look down at you. 

“Well, here we are. We made it, though I feel like you might have taken advantage of my kindness today.” 

You giggled in response. 

“Oh, come on, Ren. It was such a wonderful evening; don’t ruin it for me. Besides, I’m not that heavy,” you pouted, slightly puffing your lipstick-covered lips in mock indignation. 

“You might not have been heavy before, but after that dinner... My back’s telling me I might be spoiling you a bit too much. Tomorrow, I won’t be able to get out of bed, that’s for sure!” he laughed, and you laughed along with him because, being drunk, those kinds of jabs were funny, right? 

Ren looked at your flushed cheeks, your hazy gaze, and your smiling lips. 

“You’re really adorable in this state. I should get you drunk more often,” he suggested, leaning slightly closer to you. 

You reached out to gently stroke his sharply defined cheek. You gazed at his handsome face, finding warmth and devotion in his eyes. 

He took your hand and brought it to his lips, lightly kissing the bends of your fingers. 

“I love you,” you whispered, saying what you thought, not analyzing it, swept up in the moment, dreamy and in a state of blissful daze. 

His face instantly stiffened, the softness in his eyes sharpening, his ears perking up. 

You immediately regretted your words. 

He leaned over you even more, and suddenly his closeness felt threatening, no longer pleasant. 

“What did you say?” he growled, baring his teeth. 

Terrified, you squeezed your eyes shut, your hands instinctively moving to your face to shield yourself from a blow—a blow that never came. Instead, you felt his fingers tightening on your shoulders and his hot breath on your cheeks. 

“What did you say? Repeat it!” It was a demand, clearly, but with a tone of urgency and even desperation, so you opened your eyes. He was scrutinizing you, scanning your face for any signs of deceit. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his pupils were still narrow, but for some reason, you knew he wouldn’t pounce on you to attack. He was genuinely waiting for your answer, and that waiting seemed to be tormenting him. He desperately needed to hear confirmation from you. 

“I love... you,” you repeated quietly and hesitantly, almost as if it were a question. 

His face grew even more rigid, veins bulging on his neck and forehead. You wanted to salvage the situation somehow, to backtrack, to take it all back, so you opened your mouth again to say, “Ren, I—” but Fox silenced you with his lips, kissing you so fiercely that you were momentarily stunned, not knowing what to do. Only when you felt his impatient tongue did you gather yourself and return the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. 

He kissed you violently and rapidly, as if he intended to consume you. You found no pleasure in it and could barely keep up, feeling increasingly lost. 

"Say it again," he demanded, pulling away from your lips briefly to kiss you with an open mouth and nip along your jawline and neck, leaving small bruises in his wake. 

"I love you," you whispered breathlessly, and that’s when he began yanking at your dress. Frustrated, he eventually tore it apart; you heard the expensive fabric rip and thought sadly that you'd never wear it again. Then he ripped off your panties, which hurt, but not as much as when he entered you without warning and dry. You hissed through clenched teeth, enduring the pain he inflicted in the name of his pleasure. You knew he was enjoying it because with every thrust, he grunted and growled in an animalistic way. He moved chaotically and quickly, clearly seeking only immediate relief, so you wrapped your legs around him and arched your back to help him. 

"Say it again," he growled, and you licked your dry lips and whimpered, "I love you," then repeated it again and again. He sped up and became more brutal, his growls and grunts turning into a drawn-out howl, and when he sank his teeth into your shoulder, you knew he had found his release. You bit your lip and discreetly wiped away the tears from your eyes so he wouldn’t know how much he was hurting you. 

He still had his jaws clamped on you, breathing heavily, until his arms began to tremble, and you could feel droplets falling from his face onto your skin. You embraced him again, ready to comfort him. 

“Shhh, it’s okay now, I’m here, I’m with you,” you murmured soothingly, hoping that he would soon let go and you could both go to sleep. 

[laila-woods]

Expect more donations @kittenchancorruptionarc !!!

Btw, my sister said yes!! She also got a bit annoyed bc of your name, but yk she’s just moody ig!! ^_^

I also wanna know when your stream will start, I might be working when you start it @-@

[decafdoodlez]

Happy Ren = Happy Rina. 🩷🦊🐰

[hiskillingjar]

say you're mine, only mine

Relationship: Ren Hana/OC, Fox/OC Rating: Explicit Contains: Possessive Behaviour, Praise, Groping, Beginnings of Oral Sex Length: 1300+ words

a very kind request from @decafdoodlez for her oc, Rina, thank you so much!

my fic commissions are open, so if you want a fic of your own, enquire within!

"I don't really understand what I've done wrong,"

Marina sat with nervous caution as Fox stood before her, his arms folded and his tail wagging curtly behind him. The gesture was almost as curt as his dour expression, pulling his features down, his sharp eyes boring a hole straight through her.

"Really?" Fox replied with an eye-roll. "You're really going to sit there and play stupid with me, Rina?"

"I'm not playing stupid," She replied, her voice calm despite her nerves, knowing not to move in her seat or try to follow his body as he began to idly pace around the couch. She was a good pet, a well-trained pet, even if he was questioning it now. "I just don't know. If you tell me, I'll know."

"...So, you're really not going to admit to it and earn yourself a lighter sentence, hm?" Fox asked, his voice light but his eyes dark and full of menace as he stared her down. "Or are you so clueless that you didn't realise how much trouble you caused me?"

"Trouble?" She blinked doe-wide, innocent, lavender eyes towards him when he stopped in front of her again, his posture towering above hers, though she never appeared afraid of him. "What trouble, sir?"

His hard expression faltered at her unwavering subservience towards him, which made his instant grimace all the more harsh and hard to make up for it. He might have had a soft spot for pets who knew their place underneath him, but he wouldn't be compelled into pity and sympathy, just because she was behaving so sweetly now.

"You well know," He shouted in a near bark, loud enough to make the young girl flinch in her seat. "That when you are assisting me in the auctions, you are not to say a word to anyone without my express permission. You broke that rule, you get punished. Simple as that."

Marina was quiet for a moment, trying to recall the last auction she had assisted Fox with, before a look of understanding crossed her pale face. 

"I see," She said softly, her eyes flitting down to her lap before going back to his, now acknowledging what she had done wrong. "I understand. My apologies. I won't do it again, sir."

His grimace faltered again, and he felt an annoyed and red-hot flush come to his face as his tail began to wag involuntarily and his ears tilted forward with quiet pleasure.

God, why was she behaving now? 

Why was she doing this to him?

"Ngh-" He frowned a little more, reaching up to cover his flushed cheeks and trembling jaw with his hand. "You can't just...expect me not to discipline you now because you apologised..."

Marina blinked again, feigning innocence no doubt.

"I don't expect that, sir," She replied with a demure shake of her head, her blonde hair falling from behind her ears and framing her face sweetly, innocently, a delicate picture of a woman, a girl, that he needed to protect, cherish- "I understand if you have to punish me. I will try not to disappoint you again."

"Damn it, you can't just act like this and expect me not to...to-" 

What was that feeling? It wasn't entirely foreign to him, he'd felt it before, but never this quickly or...intensely. 

It was like his mind was telling him to be angry, but the heat in his body and the wagging of his tail (and the aching, twisting, pulsating feeling in his heart) was telling him otherwise.

"Just...be careful," Fox finally said through grit teeth, his voice a little softer than before as he straightened up fully, crossing his arms again. "You cannot disappoint me again, Rina. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Marina nodded. "Did something happen at the auction, sir?" She asked quietly. 

Fox frowned again, his tail slowing its wagging and his ears falling back slightly, like she had reminded him of an especially unpleasant memory.

"...Nothing happened," He replied lowly, before letting out an irritated huff, his claws digging into the sleeves of his jacket. "You need to understand that I cannot have anyone else looking at you, lest they...well, start to think about things I don't care for. Start to think they can get close or...handsy."

"Of course, sir." She agreed with another nod. "I didn't consider that. I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

"Yes, you...you should have been." He muttered, his voice barely a whisper as he rubbed his jaw and flushed cheeks again, and sighed loudly, pacing towards her. "God, how am I supposed to get you to learn a lesson now if you're so well-behaved~?" 

A whisper of a smile graced Marina's pretty face, her eyes flitting to the side as he got closer.

...That smile.

Her quiet but sweet and submissive attitude, the small hint of demure pleasure in her eyes, her gentle but provocative mannerisms...it was enough to drive him crazy.

Enough to get his cock stirring in his trousers, too, despite his anger previously.

"My darling, you're going to be the death of me," He groaned softly, now kneeling on the couch beside her and pressing his face into the crown of her head. Her  hair was soft against his skin, and he found himself taking fistfuls of it to drag her closer to him, her plush body against his. "How can I possibly keep you in line when you're this sweet?"

"M-Mr. Fox..." She mumbled with a delicate flush to her cheeks, never giving away too much of herself at once. "Mm, please-"

It was addictive.

"Damn it, darling..." He groaned through his clenched teeth, his voice a quiet growl as he lowered his face down to hers, golden eyes half-lidded with desire, a desire he readily expressed to her. "You know I can't stay mad at you for long."

When he brought his lips forward, she didn't pull back or wriggle in his grip, but simply allowed him to kiss and suck and nip at her chin, her lips, her gasping mouth as he pleased, readily accepting his probing tongue as he kissed her deeper, his fists tightening in her hair, pulling, moving, guiding her.

And the way she was still being good for him was just so...damned adorable. 

"You're such a good girl for me..." He praised, pulling back from the kiss and trailing his tongue over her kiss-bitten lips, across her cheek. "So good and sweet for your owner..."

"Of course, dearest..." She said quietly, another slight smile on her face as one of his hands trailed down from her hair and to her trembling chest.

Though that attention really couldn't be helped...what did she expect, when her assets were just so perfect?

"Mm..." She moaned softly, prettily, (like it was something she had practiced and perfected just for him), biting her lip as he peeled up the bottom of her very sensible and very modest sweater. and started to grope and squeeze her breast with a little more force and intention. 

"You know, darling, if you want to make up for your mistake now..." He smirked lightly, his voice still barely above a whisper as he trailed a claw over her swollen nipple, listening to her moans and whimpers. "I can think of a number of ways to do that right now..."

Marina couldn't hold back a little sigh and a falter in her own expression, as she slid off the couch and settled down on her knees in front of him, giving him enough room to sit on the couch, legs spread and wide open, and peel down his trousers.

"Yes sir," She said obediently, her hands scraping back her hair (lest it get in the way of the task at hand) as he eased his cock from his briefs, working his fist up and down to work himself to full hardness. "Of course, sir..."

"Good girl~"

[malicious-code-103]

Fox Playlist(Better off dead)

"Death is in the corner and it's with me all the time"

[charr-pup]

Behold: Me and @renabunss's personas interracting with ren!