#((Will note that he doesn't have the chin scar bc I like to think that with a new timeline past injuries may differ))

[fightingthetides]

He snorts and responds with a grin. He was very much alive and very much kicking- or rather slicing. A blade honed for cutting down the enemies to the Famiglia if need be, or a protector whose rain can wash away the scent of blood before anyone notices the scent of death.

Eyes glancing over at the paperwork at the desk, he takes note of the names and faces on the paperwork. So he was being called in as a support-role in other words. Hibari is leading the trade while he supports by eliminating the ‘pests’. Picking up the paper Hibari placed atop the pile, committing the information to memory, his eyes briefly pan over to Hibari.

“So, what rules have they broken that you deem them worthy of elimination?”

He’s making a vague joking reference to how Hibari has pummeled many people for violating Namimori’s rules—it didn’t matter if they weren’t even Namimori students to begin with. To this guy, none of that really mattered. Standing straight, flexing the muscles in his neck, stretching them out-

“I could use some more exercise, I’ve been feeling stiff lately. How do you want these guys eliminated?”

Just incapacitated and out of his way- or permanently?

“Is it just us two?”

Or was someone else joining the fray, like Kusakabe? Surely, he wasn’t going to be bringing Haru along? It wasn’t to say that he didn’t think she couldn’t remotely hold her own, but he wouldn’t feel comfortable with having her tag along.

𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 — an idle thought that dares to escape him but is bitten before succeeding. Instead, the corners of the cloud's mouth twitch into a faint smirk, which can be heard in his tone as well if listened carefully. ❝ Takeshi Yamamoto, it is nice to see you alive and kicking. ❞ Formal greetings without glacial seriousness have become an anthem of his and the Tenth's lot and as usual, once they are sung, business follows right after. The papers Kyoya places on his desk, on their side, are lists of names, secrets and hints of several Yakuza members. Quite obviously marked ones are those who tend to be especially pain in the neck each and every time so, they require special attention to during 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆. However, the ones written on this single paper he freshly places on top of the previous ones, those are the ones that ought to be gone in a heartbeat. Naturally, besides himself, Takeshi Yamamoto is the only guy he can fully count on with the job in Japan. Thus, here they are.

❝ You know the drill. I will lead the trade and you will eliminate these pests for me. ❞ That faint smirk? Widens into a pristine vibrant shade on his marble-cut features. ❝ I will aid you of course should things get out of control. Tonight's guests are a bit special after all, let's say. ❞ So, what you say? Is a loud question his ashen hues.

[nero-onlooking-archive]

I'm a big fan of demon hybrids having animal traits in the sense they're technically demon traits but plenty demon designs are based off animals to some degree, and I'm a biology enthusiast. So here's some of mine:

-Neros demon arm in dmc 4 is a result of his body trying to protect him. Similar to scaring, because he got attacked by a demon and it's noted he thought it was infected his body's immune response to being expose to demon (germs? Fluid? Breaking of the skin in general?) Was to basically activate his DT form in that one area likely to stave off infection and or prevent future damage. Again like scarring in humans. My supporting evidence is in DMC 5 Neros demon arm has changed to look like his according DT trigger. This is not to say DT forms are basically trauma, but that as a bodies defensive measure is less stable and functional the younger you are. Bc most of your bodies resources are going towards growing and hormones.

- Dante eating pizza with like almost all toppings could reasonably be backed as being because be it just using his guns or taking a DT form it's gonna be quite physically taxing. Carbs provide energy, it woukd realistically burn a ton of energy to do things like shapeshift. (You could make a case of this applying a similar way to V where functionally being split in two (6 counting Gryphon nightmare shadow phantom) means vergil was already running on fumes and Urizen just got most of it hence he still needed the qliphoth fruit for power. But also why even when eating it afterwards Vergil is still basically on equal footing as Dante. It basically just got Vergil at a healthy...everything. and it may be why Griffon Shadow and Nightmare weren't merged back in as well (yes symbolism obv but lemme support it with this) because the fruit was like a extreme multivitamin griffon shadow and Nightmare would be akin to like overdosing on vitamins. (This is also why Neros arm is basically in a DT state in dmc 4 but otherwise his DT is like a shadow. It's a lot of energy so this is his bodies closest thing it can manage due to energy but i wouldnt rule out age too as Dante had no issue going full DT at 18) this may also be why Nero can have his DT arms out without transforming fully into a DT form but also may just be bc he's 1/3rd demon

- Urizens form having so many eyes is a result of him still getting some of vergils trauma bc ptsd shows up as hyper vigilance/more activity in the brain.

- Neros DT form in dmc 4 and 5 both has downward horns akin to vergils dmc 3 DT form but also they are wing like in a way that reminds me of Credos Angelo form (esp in the chest) and his chin spikes are like Dantes DT form in 5. I think this is like half formed by genetics half formed by experiences in a way bc of those details. this also explains despite being idential twins dantes and vergils DT forms are so different. (Dante will never say it but he wishes his wings were also an extra pair of hands this is because he could eat more slices of pizza at a time)

- yknow how in some ways horns make cooling off easier because it pulls an animals blood out of their body through said horns to be cooled and then go back in the body? Dante and Nero can use this to cool off but Vergils broken horns don't allow this.

- bc Nero has more of a reptile/raptor motif and Vergils is more on the fish side with fin mentions I interpret this as Neros scales are made of kertaine like hair and Vegils are made of Dentine like teeth.

-until Nero regret a human arm his DT formed arm shed. This normally doesn't happen for Dante and vergil but that's bc theyre not in their DT forms 24/7.

I ALSO THOUGHT THE SAME ABOUT NEROS ARM!!

I always thought that the reason why dante never got carpal tunnel from pulling the trigger of ebony n ivory sm is because his body would heal it before it got a chance. Vergil's horns could also be broken because his internal body temp is MUCH higher than his kin, and therefore that xtra heat in his hosts is still being vented despite how broken they are?? idk.

[hanrinz]

notes: a little thought/headcanon bc touya just got my heart<33 my first writing here and this was not beta read, wrote this in a spur of the moment :')

dating touya todoroki, would consist of

having a late night car rides (this is prob expected bc who is touya if there are no late night car rides) sneaking out of his house at the dead of the night. he only does it, just bc he wants to see you and he likes the thrill.

he would be the type to always make you break the rules and whisk you away from your home. he would def say "life's too short, doll." like damn sir, whatever you say🧎🏻‍♀️

and god those parties his family throws every celebration (rich fam fr), he looks so good in a suit, a black tailored one, with his white hair and his fucking stance too! mf knows he looks good. bored out of his mind, but then you just came along, your hands with your father, in a pretty dress. he might be insane, he can hear the wedding bells, his eyes wide and dazed. not noticing you have gone closer to him, letting out a little giggle "Well, hello there mister", smiling at him.

fixing his posture and collecting his composure. mf was so stunned to speak, you're so pretty in a dress and just might ask for your hand in marriage right this very instant (mf really forgot abt your father beside you😩)

touya todoroki KNOWS how to dance, i take no criticisms, i rest my case. like have you seen that man?! i just know it. he would grab your waist, when the music plays and slowly lead you to the dance floor and looking at you with his bed eyes (got me blushin for him) your hands on his shoulders and his gaze is so intense, it makes you shy. "Look at me, doll" his hands coming to your chin, gently tilting your head up just so he could see your eyes.

he would also be the one pulling you to his car and just drive away from the party, just the two of you. windows down and music playing in the background, this kind of freedom you only experience with touya.

touya todoroki would definitely, skip his business meetings for you and waste his time on you. he never regrets any moments spent with you. and you would scold him for bailing out on meetings just to hang out with you, he would prefer getting reprimanded by you instead of his father.

touya todoroki would spend his money giving you lots of gifts, cheap or expensive? it doesn't matter, he wants to show you how much he thinks of you on a daily and would prob buy you everything if you ask for it.

touya todoroki, would definitely talk about you with rei. he would tell her how much he loves you, dropping things he notices about you. that sometimes when he looks at you, he would think how he is so lucky for you to pick him. how someday he wishes he could spend the rest of his life with you. and his mother would just sit there and listen with a small smile on her face. his eldest son, genuinely happy and just so in love. (would def love you, just from his stories and would suggest in meeting you.) when he told his mother would like to meet you, you were shocked and almost had a heart attack. mf just dropping a bomb at you like that.he would casually ask about your day and just randomly say it.

you love him sm, who doesn't like this man really?? his scars, his eyes, his voice, his pain, all of his light. you love him, and the feelings inside your chest are so overwhelming, even words we're not enough to describe it.

bc even if he does dumb shit, that could prob get himself into trouble and maybe make bad decisions, there is no other touya todoroki in this world. bc no one could ever replace him, he will always be your touya todoroki.

[technovillain]

Obsessed with your alt Gisu design, you have so much talent! 💙💙💙💙 I was wondering how you came up with each of the interns alt designs. Also hope you make a comic using that Alt design for Gisu one day!

tysm!!!! i'm glad u like them ehehehe ^_^ i can give u some design notes. it will be a long post sooooo I will put it under the cut. always love an excuse to ramble abt design choices.

Gisu: I do like her dinosaur shirt swag, but i feel like her layering doesn't have a lot of clarity in terms of like. what is going on with the shirts (vest?) and since the dino thing is never relevant to her character, I decided to lean into the electrokinesis theme with the lightning bolt jumper & under-cape pattern. Which is just a headcanon but I always forget it is!! I just like the idea of her being into electrokinesis bc it would make a lot of sense for someone who is paired up with Otto. Changed her bag to be a strap for her board so she doesn't have to carry it around all the time. Asymmetrical bun for some of that PN1 asymmetry flavor. Mismatched shoes bc she seems like the type to think that's cool (also maybe bc i do this and i'm projecting) Missing toof from skating incident + torn jeans. Electrokinesis scars on her hands, bc I like to think that psi-powers can leave physical damage if not used properly.

Morris: tried to balance out his proportions a little bit because sometime i feel like his head is so big you can't even see his body in screencaps. tried to make his head less round and his eyes too, I kind of like the thing that PN1 did where the heads sort of just fade into necks with less of a cutoff so I did that too. Nasty teenager moustache just felt right + some freckles. I changed his nose scar to face the other way bc I thought it was supposed to be nostrils at first. No notes on his levball-lawnchair wheelchair bc it is everything to me.

Lizzie: wanted to up the 80s goth influence on her. Imagine her hair as the super-teased puffy fried Siouxsie hair of the 80s goths. Nerfed her amount of patterns just for the sake of there is no way I am ever going to draw all of her details ever bc I don't have that kind of patience. again the graphic liner to lean into the 80s goth style. Also took away her chin/neck priveleges bc I did that to norma first and wanted them to still look similar. denim vest for more 80s influence.

Adam: (his is the only one i haven't stuck to drawing like this yet bc i like his canon round head) but I made him more square in general bc I feel like he's the most grounded and straight-edged intern. gave him more pattern on his dress (tunic?) and hat bc everybody has more pattern than him. the linked lapel pins and hat dangles are meant to evoke his use of the yo-yo weapon. Unified his color palette more with more green and purple. Strings tied around his fingers, again for more yo-yo imagery but also bc he seems like a workaholic who would be overscheduled and have a lot to remember.

Norma: this girl knits!!! she was the first character i tried to "PN1-ify" and she just felt like she needed a big old backpack. for her overprepared freshman who thinks she knows everything energy. also symbolizes her putting a ton of weight and expectations on her shoulders when she really doesn't have to (which is kind of a core tenet of the little bit of canon personality she has) orange glasses bc my tinted glasses addiction is quite evident. the yellow pompom on her hat matches Lizzie's, giving them a sibling connection, also saying that she knitted her sister's hat :]

Sam: the first thing that I thought when I first saw Sam's canon design was that she looked straight out of 2013 with her ugg boots and that particular shirt pattern, which maybe isn't exclusive to the early 2010s but once i thought that it was burnt into my mind. So I tried to make her look more 80s with the short skirt and buckled boots and off the shoulder sweater. the too-long sleeves give her kitty energy (and i put cat hair on them). Gave her whale earrings bc she seems to really like whales in canon. gave her a cleft palate scar because i drew her with that once, plus I kind of see it when she makes the :3 face. revoked her neck priveleges altogether because if compton and dogen don't have them why should she!!!

[freesidexjunkie]

Okay! Post found! And going with Maevris (durgetash) first and then Sarissa (Solavellan, bc i currently have her notebook in front of me and i am determined to get this plotting out today)!

Maevris

✨25. Is your OC doomed by the narrative?

I mean... kinda? Sorta? I feel like any Durge has been incredibly fucked over by the narrative from the beginning, but Mae is... she's going thru it for real. Finding out about her role in the Absolute plan was a real kick in the teeth, and then realizing she had very complicated feelings about the person she believed was responsible for it was like a double punch. I think she has pretty much accepted that she's doomed by the narrative, whether she is or not. Even if she can break free of Bhaal, she still has a tadpole in her skull. Enver is determined to go thru with this plan, together, to keep them both in a position that no one can threaten them again; she, on the other hand, is skeptical that taking control of the brain is going to matter with the tadpole still in her. She's come to terms with the fact that it can't be removed without killing her, so trying to still control the brain feels like mutually assured destruction. She's not gonna tell him she isn't expecting to survive this, and that even if she did, she doesn't want to rule the world anyways. She is so fucking tired of being someone else's pawn, of following someone else's plans, of being a target. He is very determined that he is not going to lose her again and that he will keep them safe and together no matter what. As for their ending... I'm not sure yet! Depends on how evil i want to be ig c:< I do have several on the WIP list (and by WIP i mean varying degrees of planned and some not even on paper yet).

✨29. Does your OC look their age?

I think so? How do tiefling years and human years compare again? I've heard it said that durge is around 50-60 years, but I'm thinking of her as the equivalent to mid to late 20s human years. I've got her in-game look and my favorite picrews of her (but tiefling picrew being a big funky, hard to get it just right). Lavender eyes with black instead of whites, purple skin, flushed cheeks with freckles, various scars. Killer eyeliner is a must. Black hair, bobbed a little past her chin, with pink in her long bangs. Sometimes buns. Pink horns and piercings. She's been thru hell but that divine blood keeps it from showing on her face.

✨40. Does your OC ever go back home?

Funny enough, i was actually planning a scene where Gortash goes with her to the temple of bhaal to face Orin. The whole scene of Bhaal destroying anything he can't control and Gortash being fucking distraught over losing her a second time. But when she does get freed... she would burn that temple to fucking ashes if she could. I fully except Gortash to slaughter anyone who tries to come near her body before grampa withers works his magic, and having to defend himself bc Bhaal isn't gonna let his disappointment child's baneite boyfriend keep breathing now. But no Orin, no more Urges, and no more Bhaalists to run the temple. She might poke around out of a kind of strange curiosity to see the person she used to be. Reading her own old letters and journals between and about them, walking through her room that she has no memory of. But it wouldn't jog anything pleasant, to be certain, and as far as she's concerned the place should be destroyed. Enver silently makes a note to stop by Felogyr's and send some gifts for the temple when they get back. I think, assuming they survive, her and Enver living together in an Absolute-less city would be nice though. The city that tried to kill them both and grind them into the dirt, that they rose above.

I wrote....a lot more than I anticipated but I just have so many feelings about her. I'm gonna I think make a second post abt Sarissa. Maybe. Depending on how long I can get away with ignoring my work emails.

Ooh 25,29, 40 on the OC list??

I'm sorry tumblr says this is from NOVEMBER and I didn't even SEE IT? i feel like a monster im so sorry, i don't even remember which OC list this might be from but pls know i still love and admire u and ur writing 🥺 (also if u remember which OC list i will def still answer, i always wanna talk abt my OCs)

[bemylord]

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pairings: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, spit kink, spanking, slap on the cheeks [once], size kink, belly bulge, tears, creampie, marks, dom/sub, cockwarming, nicknames, butt plug, edging [mentioned], degrading, gagging, oral [both?], breeding kink + aftercare and praising <3 grammar issues.

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butler's note: extra hot and extra big. it must a 4.7k but i though it'd be too long, so i deleted some parts. if you like dilf toji - butler's here to serve your thirst. i did toji in his 30s not in 40s bc megumi is three years old.

'on your knees, slut' you swallowed, dare to have a quick look on your daddy before stood on the knees. toji will give you the punishment in a few seconds - you had given up on making excuses, yet preparing your throat and holes for his cock.

the playroom, which toji designated as the 'basement' for megumi, so that his son wouldn't enter, is arranged in relatively red colors: only the toy chest of drawers was made of wood, which had a shade of terracotta.

toji is into toys. edging you 'till your pussy will be soaked enough or else he'd turn the vibrator on the max, sat on the chair in front of the bed, putting his elbows on the armrests, making himself comfortable in the cushioned chair, to watch as how you're being a desperate slut for him.

trying to squirm from vibration on your overstimulated clit, as your legs have shaken as the toy brought you the new piece of the orgasm. toji commanded you to intently stare into his green lewd eyes as you feel the oncoming orgasm.

tears had come to the corners of your eyes, as you had reached the orgasm. you had given up counting the highest you've been reaching, but you knew toji hadn't touched himself - his balls are full of sperm to breed your pussy and mouth.

he turned off the toy, lightly rubbing your clit, as you arch the back for toji's caresses - he had enough to make a few circles as you milked on his fingers.

'your pussy so soaked, your juices are oozing all over your thighs,' he kissed the inner thighs, moving soft kisses to the succulent place. 'let daddy taste it.'

certainly, his tongue could bring you another pleasant satisfaction feeling in minutes due to the kind of torture he had placed you. he licked your oozing hole, tasting the juices, mooing into your bosom, causing vibrations.

you abruptly exhale, as toji moves his mouth to your swollen clit - you've been tortured and haggard, but you'll give your daddy the last creampie on his cock, will you?

of course, you will. you will milk his thick, hot cock when the tip literally touching your cervix, replenishing your vagina with his sperm. you had dig nails into his back, milking the cock, produce the white ring around the cock base, hearing as toji groans into your ear.

now, he won't be lenient. you had been a bad girl, very-very bad girl. you got daddy's permission to cum, didn't you? to be an obedient whore - is your role in the sex, so why did you disobedient the simple rule? you wanted a punishment.

toji sat on the upholstered chair, spreading his legs wide apart as if calling you to have your place. his cock is bulging from the sports pants - despite it was baggy, it seems that the cock would rip the material if it could do it.

you glare at him once again: green eyes are focusing solely on you, devouring, waiting for you to touch the cock with your tongue. he put elbows on the armrests, grinning - it's gonna be the rough punishment.

you placed palms on his knees, rubbing them slowly as if wobbling, should you continuing or you should have to stop. you're unhurriedly moving hands towards the bulge, lick the parched lips - soon, there will be his semen.

you touch his outlining dick with one finger, feeling how hard it is, how big your daddy cock is. the one thing that has been stopping his cock from being in your mouth - the elastic. you've lowered his pants, freeing up a fat cock.

you dare to look at the cock, before pulling it in inside your warm wet mouth: a small amount of precum on the pink glans and the protruding vein on the side of his cock, which you always had licked first. as usual - balls have a large amount of white, salty liquid to paint your mouth and pussy into white color.

fuck, perfect dilf in the prime of his life. toji in his 30s but his cock is fucking amazing. jesus, he's fucking good: he always pleases your needs with his cock, his fingers, his tongue.

fuck, what a perfect daddy you've gotten. primarily, toji hired you as a babysitter for his son, but lately, the both of you began to experience a completely non-working relationship, crossing the thin line of 'friendship' or 'boss and employee'.

do you mind when toji kisses your lips in the morning before making you a cup of coffee? do you ever put resistance towards his attempts to love you?

he snapped you out of your memories with a light slap on the cheek, more like a small touch of his palm on your cheek. toji put his chin on the palm as the little finger slightly covers the scar on his lip.

'suck my cock and gag on it.'

you wrapped your small palms around the base, licking the precum turning your head to lick the prominent vein. you had kept asking yourself, how does his fat cock fit in your little mouth?

although, toji fushiguro is definitely maddening by your small mouth that barely could fit the entire cock. the rare occasion when you managed to touch your nose against his pubic - after touching the bristle hair, you found yourself in tears as the glans touching the throat.

he'd lie if he tells he doesn't like when you get choked by his thick cock. toji feels like he's in heaven - doesn't need to use hands to press your head deep into the base. though, he could do it unexpectedly, take you off guard, overhearing as to how you're getting choked.

you're suctioning the cock as if it a lollipop with strawberry or cherry flavor, sucking as if you've been thirsty for weeks. scattering kisses along the length, pulling out the cock from the mouth with a pop sound.

the sound echoes through the room chugging and chomping. toji is smirking as seeing as his dick disappears inside your mouth, feeling as your tongue playing with the base inside. suddenly, you felt his big palms on your head, as he warned you with his giggled, suc as a telltale sign.

relentlessly, literally from the first second he had touched your hair, he fucks your throat without mercy as if you don't feel any pain. predilection of choke you with his cock.

you're trying to breath with a nose, but [forgive me] as toji replace palms to the throat and nose - this is what he calls a real suffocation. tears are running on your cheek as the glans touches your tonsillar.

'look me in the face, slut' he placed both palms on your throat, periodically squeezing and giving you few seconds to fill your lunges with the air.

you stare at the eyes full of lewd and the pleasure of your weeping face, he knows it hurts and throat will be sore in the morning - that is the reason why he will give you a day off on his large bed, where you'll be resting as toji will take of his son.

he will forbid you to get out of bed as if you could get out - the ass will burn as if you had been fucked by several men, not by one cock. by the way, you don't need several men as you've got toji. toji fushiguro and his cock will rip your pussy like you've been needy for it

there are times when the sorcerer killer is soft, his pace is slow as he covers your collarbone with quick hickeys that go away after a few minutes. he worships you like his queen, whispering that he will marry you one day.

'you're gonna be my little girl forever, only mine girl.'

don't think toji is a monster who loves to fuck you until you'll be a dumb as his cock breeding your pussy, you like it as well, when toji spanking your ass contemporaneously caresses your clit, reaching the new wave of orgasm on his cock.

'open your mouth little one.'

you pull out his cock, open your mouth wide, letting the saliva dripping down onto the chin, as you stick out the tongue. he cups your face, spitting in your mouth, mingling your drools together. you swallowed the mixture as a good girl, stick out again, asking for the supplementation.

'should daddy gives you more, should daddy kisses your lips?'

'yes, daddy, kiss me.' he squeezes the throat at your response.

'yes, daddy, kiss your slut, kiss her, please.'

he smiled, noticing how obedient you are by calling yourself his slut. he lowered his body down to kiss your mouth with a tongue, making you completely a mess, as you moan into the kiss. a small reward before the punishment.

he kisses your lower lip, slightly bites it, taking off your wet panties. not breaking the kiss, he runs the finger in your crotch, has a sensation of your dripping pussy - daddy's perfect slut. he entered with one finger without any warning, feeling your gooey walls.

you opened your eyes from the unaware action, staring into the green, loved one's eyes, feeling as his tongue is playing with yours, his finger tasting and preparing your hole for his cock.

'suck my finger and taste yourself'

you wrapped his wrist with a palm, taking in your mouth the soaked finger in your juice - toji's sperm is tasting better than any other liquid. he gets up from the chair, walking towards the drawer to get the toy.

'what color of the plug my slut wants?'

'whichever daddy chooses'

he put the one with a white, fluffy tail, lubricating hands, and plug. you knees on the edge of the bed, licking lips as anticipating the plug in your hole. fushiguro runs a finger along your hole, lubricating the ass, so it won't hurt too much - only his dick can bring the pleasant tingles.

he entered with one finger, feeling as the tight hole immediately squeezes it. he kissed your asscheeks, replacing into the toy. the sensation of the cool toy made you wobble your pelvis, but instantly you felt the strong hands of Toji, which calmed you down.

you had felt as the toy slowly coming inside the non-stretched, tight hole. you exhaled, arching the back, silently begging for the drooling pussy to be stretched with his fat cock. but instead of his cock you felt as his palms found themselves on your butt, squeezing them.

you screamed when toji spanked the right cheek. you've practically fallen as if toji's another palm which is holding you, so you wouldn't twitch and sneak away from the spanking.

another hit on your butt and another and another. your soft and once pristine skin is now covered with the marks of toji's palms, he marvels as he looks at the 'art' he has created - one touch and you shudder in suffering.

'turn around and face me.'

you hardly turn your body, looking from the bottom to meet his gaze - you've got a lovely opportunity to watch as he takes off the black t-shirt, he threw his arms back, pulling the fabric down, tossing it aside, placing his knee on the bed, opening your mouth with his hand.

he spits again in your mouth, as your hands found themselves on his stomach, outlining his sculpted abs with your fingernails. his muscular, athletic body feels so pleasant under your soft pads.

'give my dick a kiss before i'll rip your pussy'

once again you feel the hard cock in your mouth, salivating the base, pulling out to play with balls for a little. he groaned as felt your mouth has taken one ball then another, playing as toji loves, ogling at his foggy gaze and sanity. his cock twitched, when you kiss the head, turned your body.

his pads deftly find your clit, as the killer lay down on the stomach, moving your hips towards his face, forcing you to repeat his movement and lie on your tummy. he tucked the tail on your back, examining your oozing hole.

he couldn't help but bury his face on your pussy, tasting the arousal, knowing who your hole, body, and mind are belonging to. your arousal as well, tearing apart your pussy with fingers, entering inside with his tongue.

as if he could reach the spongy bug inside your vagina - he will wake you up every morning with a tongue.

going in and out in sharp movements, then lick the entrance such in a tease way. he had added two fingers simultaneously as you immediately squeezed 'em, quelling your moans with the pillow.

with one hand toji is stretching your gummy walls, feeling the friction when you adjust to his thick fingers; with another, he spanks your red butt cheeks, bringing you the discomfort.

't-daddy, i-i'm..'

'you've got my permission, cum on daddy's mouth.'

he caresses your clit with circles, anticipating for the liquid he'll lick. the euphoria had covered you surprisingly, when toji removed the plug, had kissed your ass. his strong hands were holding your legs widely as you were giving daddy the liquid he had been waiting.

licking the drooling cunt 'till your clarity is hazed and dazed by the marvelous feeling, you couldn't think clear, murmuring him different phrases.

'daddy, please fuck me rough, please, i need your thick fat cock in my pussy, daddy~'

you've purred like a cat last word, rocking the hips as you're still in the clouded conduction, unconsciously murmuring his nickname, stuck your butt.

'how can daddy say no to his baby girl.'

toji bent you over on the back, without hesitation threw legs over his shoulders. he spits on the pussy, smearing the saliva on the enterance. although you've been stretching before, his head had come inside with an effort, giving the moment to adjust to his size as the glance have touched the cervix, filling the space.

feel of being full by his cock definitely the best you had ever felt. you're melting by his warm and sweet body - drops of sweet starts to appear on the muscules as you're clenching the dick inside, attempting to adapting to his cock. he fucked your pussy almost every night, but tho you still fucking tight.

that's the thing toji loves - your hole as if renewal, making it difficult to fuck your relentnessly, so in the morning there will the pain between your thighs. he'll apologize with his tongue on your pussy, eating you as you like it.

the moment you clenched his wrists, leaving half-moon marks there, telltale sign for toji to move the pelvis. he pull his cock out to the glans, giving it back in a second, kissing your ankles, staring into your eyes, wrapping hands below the knees, using your legs to push into your wet bosom, stretching the walls to paint after in a white hue.

he moves the pelvis forth and back, beating out the moans out of your mouth, smiling to be the one who can and will bring pleasure to your body and mind. toji casts an insatiable glance over your body - with every thrust into your drooling pussy, your breasts bounce as your palms clutch the sheet, hoping to compensate for the blows.

as well, you glance over the man figure, staring as toji's chest rises when he goes all the way in. when he breathes out, his abdomen is visibly showing you the muscular. you clench the dick, as you have touched the abs, deftly touching his tense stomach.

you caught him twice in the gym, when you wanted to wake up megumi, had stopped by the crack in the door, had a peek on toji's body: wet, strong, and tense as he was standing in the plank position.

you had allowed yourself to watch as he exercises, had forgotten about the task to wake his son - wet strands of dark color fell on his face, if you pussy can talk, it would definitely say: 'fuck me, toji.' thank god your vagina is incapable of spilling your desire.

the goosebumps had covered your body as you saw toji's eyes were focusing solely on you, when you turned your head to look at the time - six in the morning, - you quickly ran to the 'gumi's room, pretending you weren't stalking.

does it count as stalking? toji should lock the door, you were just.. staring as he was exercising.

the next time he asked you to count his push-ups. you were happy. you nodded as the response, counting, as toji suddenly ask a question.

'lay on my back, y/n.'

you barely answered: 'yes, daddy.' again, you nodded uncertainly, afraid to make the slightest movement. can he hold you? but you wanted to feel his strong body more than anything else, and besides - he's your boss, you have to obey him.

you did as you told: first, you sat on his butt, then you lay down on his back with your stomach. surprisingly, he bent his arms faster, like you were a feather.

'one hundred, mr. fushiguro.'

you get on the floor, kinda upset leaving his body.

'you are so easy, have you eaten? i'll order us some food, you should eat more.'

the 'compliment' that toji had addressed to you made you blushed, as you found yourself smiling, looking at his face. you show by the gesture sigh 'okay', left the room.

'and it's toji, for you.'

you had murmured his name in the nights when you were closed as now, masturbating your little clit, pronouncing his name.

'toji.'

he suggested you move in with him because it was difficult to get to his house - he lived far from the city and transportation didn't go to the place.

'toji~'

you purred the boss's name, as the orgasm with a tremble covered your body, leaving you desperate to quell his name in your hand. you were thinking that the owner of the name is sleeping like his son is, therefore you could please your needs.

he was awakened as hell - being a sorcerer killer giving him the opportunity to sneak up on the victim quietly. especially to the mere human like you, who haven't got any curse energy or a good ear to overhear as he's jerking his cock, listening how you're cumming.

a kind of 'we're even' when you peeked at him.

the thing you didn't know is - toji always had peeked on you. in the shower, in the kitchen when you're wearing those fucking tiny shorts or when you just-just have awakened, aimlessly stretching your arms above the head, exposing your breasts as your top went up.

always.

now you are thinking about his massive cock is filling the former empty pussy, thrusting harder when your harsh and resounding voice caresses his ears - a delight to 'em.

the squelches are filling the game room, as you put your legs around his torso, making him bend over towards your face and kiss you.

in this position he could kiss your peachy lips, demolishing the coil in your stomach by his cock.

as soon as you started to rock your hips towards his cock, he momentary started to fuck you mercilessly, feeling as you're dragging nails through his back - he wants to find in the morning a dozen of red stripes dotted on his broad back.

he moves on your neck, like a habit of marking your conspicuous collarbones with hickeys and bites, dragging your teeth across your shoulders, leaving through the way bites or kisses, groaned at your skin.

his back as a bare canvas and your fingers are brushed with which you skillfully paint indecipherable red patterns.

your hole is constricting as toji started to fuck you brainless, grabbing your thighs, leaving a trail of half-moons there, driving the cock all the way in, balls slapping against your ass, prompting squelches that echo around the room.

thanks, megumi had never see as his father fucks the babysitter. megumi once called you mom, but you explained that you ain't his mom, in the response, you heard:

'but my dada [dad] said i can call you my mom'

you saw as toji smiles, waiting for your answer. then you have begun to know each other as partners. toji had known you're gonna the perfect mom and wifey.

'megumi will wake up soon.'

'i will take care of him.'

he kissed your lips before distracted himself from your lips to rock your uterus hard. you're both at your limit, feeling the breath becoming short and the heart beginning to pound frantically - soon the both of you will reach your orgasm.

he put your arm on the tummy, entering as far as it goes, as you felt his cock protrude. he murmured softly through gritted teeth: 'i'm here, baby.'

toji tossed his hand back, when the strands have finally covered his view of you, staring at your cute facial emotions as you're closing your eyes tight, shrinking the hole, milking his cock to cover walls in the white hue.

'cum with me, doll, cum, cum, cum-'

you have come first, creating a ring around his base, sucking out his sperm. his groaning filled the whole room as he fills your walls with his semen. the cock still pulsing in your hole that has been squeezing.

he bent your body over, making you lay down on his chest with the cock inside. your heart beats frantically in your chest as you both try to regain your breath. you squeeze his cock once more, feeling your joined fluid oozing slightly from your hole.

he put his hand behind his head, the other holding your waist. your body trembles slightly in a post-orgasmic state - toji is ready for round two, you can see it in his smug face.

'my good girl, you are my little girl'

you kissed his chest, moving towards his lips, wiggling hips to tease your lover.

'say it again, toji.'

'that you're my pretty little girl or that i love you so much, which one?'

you like hearing toji saying he loves you, kiss your palms and one finger on which he wants to wear a ring that will bind you by the bonds of marriage.

he's certain right now - he had found his family. his wife. he gently kisses your face, as if afraid to scare you off, pulling out his flaccid cock, to bring you as soon as it possible to his face, letting you sit on his stomach.

you run your hands over his strong shoulders, giggling - how he will explain that scratches to megumi? he ran his pads over your tired body, touching you lightly on your oozing crotch.

'love, we should take a bath.'

'not before i dot your body with kisses'

he again bent you over on your stomach, kissing the back of the shoulders, slowly coming down on your butt. as an apology, he grabbed your butt softly, leaving on the red butt-cheeks kisses.

he might be a psycho while spanking you, although always making out with kisses through all your body.

'megumi is probably have woken up, toji~'

'lay down here, princess, i will take care of our son'

he pulled on his sweatpants as he left the room. sex with him at times like this - is exhausting. you didn't notice how he covered you with a sheet before feeding his son. megumi asked him where you are, but toji answered him in a manly way:

'she's resting now after having s-, after playing, 'gumi'

'playin'? why i didn't play?'

he only sighed as he helped his son to eat. a childish question that he could have answered, but he didn't.

when you woke up, you found out toji's head between your legs as he licked you. you didn't try to push him away, you just spread your legs wide.

'you're awake now, baby.'

he kissed your inner thigh, wrapping his teeth around your clit, not biting it, just feeling how tender it is.

'toji, where's megumi?'

you literally jumped out of bed if it wasn't for his hand on your knee. he kisses your hole, clearly hearing you purr.

'baby, he's playing in the garden. focus on the euphoric feeling.'

regardless of still being tired from the spicy hours, you gave yourself to his tongue, allowing him to bring you one more orgasm before you will walk to the megumi to say good morning.

the only thing better than toji's tongue - his thick cock.

you had enough for a few minutes, lavishing his mouth with liquid. he chuckled, licking up all the drops, moving closer to your face to give you a morning kiss.

'good morning, little one.'

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i'm sorry again for the mistakes and the long oneshot, maybe, you don't like big ones and i should make drabbles? it must a drabble, tho. okay, 0.3 notes [because i know it's huge, and you love drabble rather than os] and i'll write abt dilf satoru gojo?

↳ back to the main master list.

[battlemastercoffeeco]

For more angst: does fennec ever get body dysmorphia bc of her stomach? Like she knows she’s not what she’s used to be, she doesn’t look the same, can’t even eat the same— she’s confident most of the time but sometimes late at night her partners find her staring at a mirror with a cold look on her face when she should be in bed

this ask got me all up in the feels, man 🥲 also got me thinking:

thus far, Paz is probably the only one who doesn't have some level of dysmorphia

like, we've got a trans character here; he has days where his body doesn't feel quite right tho for the most part he's gotten past that and is comfortable and happy with it

we have Fennec, who was modded (it was to save her life, but it was still non-consensual body modification). she passed out, probably expected to not wake up, then next thing she's got mechanical guts and all the complications that come with

we have Boba, who has lost his reflection, not just to time but to damage. he looks in the mirror and no longer see his father (if we're honest, that was always going to happen if he got older that Jango lived to be. but he could still see the similarities, maybe subconsciously pretended it was how his buir aged, too)

this was a really good ask, and definitely a topic I will be revisiting again bc its very relevant to Fennec's own bundle of angst (something i am obviously weak for 😆)

anyway, writing that idk how I feel abt yet below the cut 😕 I may scrap it entirely, or at least rewrite. def add more and more depth if I keep it.

"'shuh be'in beh..." Din says as he leans against the doorframe to the fresher. Fennec's eyes shift to his reflection into he mirror; sleep-mussed hair, face creased from being smushed into sheets or pillows or skin, eyes more shut than open. Din's arms are folded loosely, keeping himself contained and balanced upright rather than hiding, defensive.

The pose barely hides the age-faded scars on his chest, angled almost like echoes of his armor. Fennec's eyes trace them--so familiar and foreign.

"'s weird, huh?"

The words drag Fennec's gaze back up to meet brown eyes, more open now. Analyzing her, even half awake.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, glancing away. Her eyes catch on her own reflection again.

Din's sigh is soft and then arms are wrapping around Fennec, a chin settling on her shoulder.

"'s'kay," he mutters, head tipping against Fennec's. "I forget sometimes, too."

It's late. Din is still asleep enough he might not remember this conversation come morning. Fennec allows herself to settle into his arms, tilt her head against his cheek, almost a nuzzle. "How?"

"Mmh," is all she gets at first; the arms around her tighten, drawing her closer to the strong chest at her back as a cold nose tucks into her neck. A kitten lick, snuffling. A crackling, unpracticed purr.

"'s'like... a dream, I think," Din says, tone considering as his nose shifts up into Fennec's hair. She almost fits under his chin, like a child seeking comfort. Almost. "Sometimes... doesn't feel real. Like... like 'spect a'see s'mthn'else, still. Brain f'gets... body changes. Scars, wrinkles... changes." His shoulders barely shift, but she knows it's a shrug. "Y'r body'sa--a thing. Ship. Don' notice the dents 'til you do, 'n then s'all y'see. Flaws, faults. Self image... s'diff'nt n'a 'flection."

NOTE: this is NOT equating any dysphoria Din feels/felt to Fennec's non-con body modding. it's someone who has experienced brain-body dissonance to someone in the middle of working thru the same, and is reflective of some of my own experience. no one has the same experience, so if you personally feel differently, that's fine! you're welcome to discuss it in the notes, even. but don't come at me over this. this is me writing what I know from my own experience with both dysmorphia and dysphoria.

[minijenn]

Yesss thanks! 😆 Alright so no. 91 and 73 Sora and Riku (either Keys or not, doesn't matter haha). And no.33 Keys Sora and Xehanort/young xehanort/( any nort really xD) to Sora

91. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” & 73. “I will take all the pain if it means you’ll smile.”

He falls apart in Riku’s arms, strong and sturdy and steadying as they are, for what feels like the hundredth time that day alone. It’s the first time they’ve been alone since their fateful fight on the beach and Sora can only manage to shake the horrific thought of what happened there, what he did out of his mind as long as he reminds himself that Riku invited him into his arms willingly. That Riku forgave him. 

If only he could forgive himself. 

“You’re shaking again,” Riku notes, his voice soft and sad as he presses his hand tighter against the small of his back. “Are you cold?”

Sora shakes his head, his face still tucked against Riku’s chest all the while. If anything, he’s as warm as can be, or at least his body is. His heart feels like it has for the past several weeks, like it’s been turned to ice that’s on the constant verge of shattering to pieces at any given moment. “No,” he mutters, deciding that he should be honest. It’s not like he really has that much to lie about anymore anyway. “I… I’m scared…”

“Scared,” Riku repeats thoughtfully but the sympathy in his voice is clear. “Of what?”

“O-of what might happen… t-tomorrow…” Of the momentous battle that’s to take place tomorrow, one that could cost him much more than his freedom if the guardians of light lost. “I-I don’t want them to… I-I don’t want to be one of them!” he sobs, clutching the back of Riku’s jacket tighter in his hands. He’s barely even thinking about how his claws might be tearing through it as his mind races with untold fear for his future. “I don’t want to lose myself! I-I don’t want them to take me away from you! Please, Riku…” he begs brokenly. “Please, I-I can’t-”

“I know,” Riku quietly comforts his hysterical weeping, running a gentle hand through his now-white hair. “I know… I promise, Sora, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Not tomorrow, or ever. I’ll find a way to free you from this, from them. I won’t rest until I do.”

Sora doesn’t know what to say in response to such a solemn, earnest vow, so instead, he simply glances up, tears streaking his face as his mournful golden eyes meet Riku’s calming teal ones. “Y-you mean it?” he whispers, the thought of freedom alone largely being too good to be true, too far out of his reach to ever obtain again. 

“I do,” Riku smiles, a careful hand perched under his chin to keep him looking upward. Sora can’t help but guiltily note that even with the dark, damming scar now marring his features, he’s still just as handsome as he’s ever been. “Sora, I… I want you to know that if I could, I would take away every bit of pain you’re feeling right now and put it on myself… even if all it would do is make you smile.”

Surprisingly, Sora smirks at this, his former fear forgotten as he lets out a short, genuine snort of a laugh. “No offense,” he chuckles and the very sound of it alone warms Riku’s heart beyond measure. “But that was kinda corny, Riku.”

“Well,” Riku returns his laugh, pulling him even closer than he already is and refusing to let go. Regardless of whatever twisted plans the Organization might have in mind for him otherwise. “At least it worked.” 

***

33. “You can run away but I will always find you.”

The dark corridor disintegrates into nothingness behind him as he collapses to his knees, weak from summoning it and even weaker from going through it unprotected as he did. Trips through the shadowy portals usually make him nauseous at best and outright sick at most and this time it seems he’s being particularly punished for his panicked haste in using one. His claws dig into the soil, his vision bleary to the point that he can’t even tell what kind of world he’s ended up in as he heaves violently. He can’t tell if it’s a blessing or a curse when nothing comes out. 

His head is pounding, his heart aching, but at least he’s alone. As far as Sora is concerned, any spare moment of solitude is a fortunate one, one where he doesn’t have to contend with his foes or run from his friends. It’s a moment of rest, reprieve from the chase that has him as the sole target on both sides. A chase that he longs for an end to, but doesn’t expect one anytime soon. After all, it hardly seems like luck is on his side anymore, so why should he expect any differently now?

Still, he sits in that solitude for a moment, closing his eyes as his darkness-damaged body finally starts to calm itself down. The sounds of a peaceful forest fill his ears and he nearly lets himself relax along with it. At least until he hears a single set of footsteps falling behind him, his chest wrenching in unspeakable agony the moment they do. 

“I must say, I’m impressed with you, Sora,” Xehanort says and under the master’s oppressive grip on his heart, Sora isn’t even capable of turning back to face him. As a result, he begins to walk slowly around him, circling the boy as if he’s his prey. Which, by all accounts, he is. “I didn’t think you would be able to keep this little ‘game’ of cat-and-mouse going for as long as you have, between either us or the guardians of light. And yet-” Sora is trembling, his mind begging him to move, to run, to escape from this wicked man at all costs, and his body refusing all the while. “Here we are.”

Xehanort slips a single finger under his chin, forcing his gaze upward so he can meet the master’s cold, cunning smirk. He looks amused, almost, by the suffering his unexpected visit is causing his hapless young vessel, and Sora finds himself hating the old man even more for it. On top of an already very long list of reasons he has to hate him, that is. “Well?” Xehanort asks, arcing an expectant eyebrow down at him, as if he was an unruly student that needed lecturing about good behavior. “Have you anything to say for yourself?”

Sora takes in a deep, shaky breath as a bit of the weight lifts off his chest. Xehanort just granted him his ability to speak back, and he’s not about to waste the opportunity. “Y-yeah,” he begins, his voice tight, yet rigid as he fixes his master with an icy glare. “Leave… me… alone…” His words are pointed, perforated, and he makes sure there’s an edge behind them to show just how tired he is of this treatment, just how much he would fight against Xehanort’s suffocating hold over him… if only he actually could.

The smile fades from the elderly master’s face as he reaches down and tightly grips the collar of Sora’s shirt, abruptly yanking him upward. His body is still limp and immobile, and a newfound wave of stark fear washes over him as Xehanort pulls him close, a fierce, warning scowl on his face all the while. “Never,” he hisses and a spiking chill runs down Sora’s spine when he does. “Clearly, you still fail to understand exactly what is happening to you, boy. You are my thirteenth vessel, whether you wish to be or not. Your heart is mine. You can resist and run away as much as you’d like, but mark my words, I will always find you.” 

With that horrific threat issued, Xehanort drops him, allowing him to collapse weakly to the ground at his feet. Sora barely resists the urge to sob in relief as he notices the master summon a dark corridor to take his leave, one that he apparently has no intentions of dragging him through. At least, not as long as there are still lost Keys to be found. 

“Your body, your mind, your heart, everything you are, belongs solely to me,” Xehanort reminds him coldly before he goes. He clenches his fist, and Sora has no idea how, but the action forces him to fall into a submissive bow, a testament to just how little control he has over anything in his life anymore. “Don’t forget that, my thirteenth.”

“Y-yes, Master…” The words are drawn out of his mouth completely against his will, his head still frozen in low reverence for a master he has no desire to serve. A master he has no choice but to serve all the same. 

He only barely has enough autonomy to glance up to catch the satisfied smile Xehanort sends him before he disappears into the darkness. A smile that haunts Sora every bit as much as what his master had said: the stern assurance that there was no escape for him from the dark, demented fate Xehanort had in store for him. Not anymore. 

(ohohoho a two for one deal huh? I couldn’t resist either of these so ya know i had to go with both. The first one for angsty but soft Soriku hours and the second one BC I just like writing them angsty confrontations between the corrupting hero and the protagonist. Its pretty funny that in Keys so far, Sora has never encountered Master Xehanort himself except for in dreams and nightmares and such. That’s boutta change in the not too far off future though hmhmhmhmh ;) 

Prompts are open, send away! 

[technovillain]

want to ramble a little abt my design choices soooo.... long bullet points under the cut.

DESIGN NOTES:

Augustus: he has anisocoria as a result of whatever eye trauma caused the scars, thought he could use another layer (even without the ringleader jacket, which btw I looooove it and the cape for Dona from the concept art they're sooo good) so I added a long uneven vest inspired by some photos of traditional Romani clothing I found, same for the details I added on the boots, fingerless arm warmer thing to mirror Frazie, black nails bc I said so!

Donatella: made her hair a little lumpier, made her eyes more square, gave her some pretty gold earrings :], upgraded her eyebrows because the kids certainly couldnt be getting eyebrow genes from their dad. cleft chin that mirrors the one I added to Dion, changed her body type a little bit with the shoulders/chest to bridge the gap between the memory vaults and canon design, green arm tie also to mirror Dion's, made the skirt more asymmetrical

Dion: eye makeup!!! a little blue eyeshadow like his mom and a little graphic liner that he had in one of his concept designs, purple eyes because I think at least one of the kids should have gotten that from Augustus, made the vest collar more of a dynamic shape, added a big safety pin bc I feel like his canon design is missing one where almost everybody else has at least one

Frazie: altered skin tone to be closer to Augustus, got rid of her two pigtails in favor of just her bushy curly hair (mostly bc I always forget that isn't how it canonically is), used asymmetry with the leg/arm warmers to represent her rebellious nature, as well as her waterdrop earrings (with water being a forbidden concept for the family), traded her skirt for a flared shirt and athletic shorts because I see her circus specialty as contortion and it feels a little more moveable

Mirtala: shrunk her head and eyes. bc it's the biggest proportional thing that bothers me in the whole game (let it be known that I love canon Mirtala's face and I do think it's better than the one I did her), made her hair lean even more into the butterfly shape with the bottom ponytails (which also mirror Frazie's long straight ponytail), put back her little silk butterfly wings and her skirt that were there pretty far into development.... idk why they removed them before release but I loved them! Gave her blue/green heterochromia because I couldn't pick which color I liked better but the different eyes mirror Augustus' too.

Queepie: eyes more square, made his body a little bigger so you can see his outfit clearer, his outfit has less patches and holes because the family makes sure they keep the baby warm and taken care of the most!! his cape is probably a baby blanket/comfort item, he doesn't wear his overalls right to try and "look cool"

I love thinking about genetics when it comes to what traits they pass on.... like

Purple eyes come from Augustus, blue eyes are a Donatella trait, green eyes are from Marona.

Marona's skin was more brown-toned, Augustus' is orange-y. Donatella's is yellow.

Augustus and Donatella both have rectangular/squared noses, passed down to Queepie and Dion. Frazie's nose is less prominent and I think would be closer to Marona's. Raz's is like a more square version of Marona's, and Mirtala's is like a longer version of it, which adds up.

Augustus seems to be the origin of the red hair in the Aquato kids, but Marona didn't have red hair, so it is possible that Lazarus had reddish hair or it was just a recessive trait from both sides of the Aquato parents.

alt design takes for the aquatos!!