Have some Taiyō and Madara sketches that I had laying around for too long. Kishimoto really shouldn't have been so vague about Madara's childhood, because now I'm making it up and it lead me to creating a whole backstory for an oc because I just needed Madara to be a mama's boy.
It's also very funny to me that they look so similar... I wonder if Tajima sometimes thinks about how, perhaps, Taiyō just cloned herself.
i’m sure this is definitely what you were looking for. yeah? yeahhhh.
third person, ren's perspecitve. top male mc with a cock and balls. explicit depiction of rape and fox boy torture. this is for the tops.
"Stop fucking squirming, you little brat."
The new toy growled above Ren, his dark eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed in something close to hate, something Ren hadn't seen in a very long time.
His hands were restrained at the small of his back with a biting cable toy, and his elbows were currently being tied together with the same. Ren often felt hopeless and weak, smaller than the rest of the world and easy to boss around, but he hadn't felt this hopeless in a long time.
He clamped his trembling jaw shut and did his best not to squirm even when the restraints were pulled tighter and tighter still, but his breathing hitched in his delicate throat with each painful notch of the plastic biting into his pale skin.
"Master likes to play with you, huh?" The toy asked, the final zip tie in place, and his knee pinning Ren's tail still underneath him. "Likes to do it in front of me like I'll have any fucking reaction to it."
A whimper bubbled up from his raw throat and spilt over his trembling lips, and he couldn't help but stare up at the man towering over him.
He was probably only a few inches taller than Ren, but he felt like he was twice his size and with the bravado to match, and his intense expression made him feel like he was an animal about to feel the teeth of a predator on his throat.
Ren had to have been a pro at taking abuse and pain at this point, and he didn't feel ready for this.
"Please.. " His voice was hoarse and pained, tears clinging to his eyelashes as he tried to shift under the crushing weight pinning him down. "Please don't be like him, you're nothing like him-"
Ren was cut up by a sharp punch to the back of his head, making the world spin, and his forehead immediately collided with the concrete floor of the basement.
"Nghh...uh..."
"You think your master is gonna give a fuck when I give you back to him like this?" The toy growled, and Ren suddenly felt the weight of his body on the back of his thighs, with a firm hand curled around his tail, hoisting up his backside painfully.
"AH-!" Ren cried out weakly, tensing up his entire body as his tail thrashed to and fro. "STOP, STOP!"
He couldn't get away, no matter how hard he tried, and, in spite of his loud protests, he hated how his body was just too eager to respond to this treatment, how quickly it was starting to enjoy the humiliation and pain, like Pavlov's fucked up, little dog.
He was now gaining a good understanding of why Strade had kept this one.
"STOP...stop, STOP-!" He continued to cry, thick tears trailing down his cheeks as his buttocks were pried apart and a dry tip was pressed between them.
He knew that his protests were going to be ignored, no matter how hard he screamed, but it felt better to scream, to cry, to beg for mercy and compassion, than it did to lie down and take the abuse that was given to him.
Maybe that was the reason people did this to him, that insistence to keep screaming no matter what. Because he was to blame for all of this, of course, not everyone else, never anyone else but him.
"NO- PLEASE, STOP!" Ren let out an undignified, guttural cry as the toy's cock pressed deeper inside of him, eyes wide staring at the floor and tears flowing freely down his reddened, pain-stricken face. Begging and sobbing were of no use to him now, but he did it anyway. "PLEASE, GHHHhhh, S-Strade's gonna be really fucking mad at us-!"
"Do you think I give a shit about that?" The toy huffed against his ear, pressing his chest against Ren's back and forcing his writhing body down onto the ground.
It can't have been comfortable to fuck a dry hole, no matter how loose and bruised it was (and it totally was, Ren was self-concious about just how bad it looked sometimes when Strade was especially rough with him), but he kept going.
"He can kill me for all I care. At least I'll know I fucked with his property before he did it."
It felt like his brain was turning to mush, his body no longer his own as it trembled and twitched and squirmed and spasmed from the pressure inside of him.
It was just pain, pain, pain, pain.
He couldn't speak proper words. He couldn't think of anything at all. All he could do was gasp for air and try feebly to squirm away, only to be shoved to the floor and be forced to take even more.
"You sound like a fucking girl," He purred, almost seductively, teeth biting at his ears, flat on the top of his head, as he started a pace of brutal thrusts inside of him. "You like me taking a turn, baby? Am I better than your master?"
"Please... " Ren's voice broke on a weak whimper, as the twisting pain was being turned into sickeningly sweet pleasure, and the realisation of its source was almost as horrible as the situation itself. He was bleeding, which made the entrance easier. "... I... c'take it. I-It's too much, stop-"
Ren was in tears, and he was almost thankful that his face was pressed into the filthy floor, just so nobody could see those tears and his shame. But the sick, perverse part of him, a part of him that he hated, couldn't stop rocking back against his invader's cock, begging for more, begging to play the part of the toy that he always was and always would be.
He was made for this.
He wanted to be alone.
He wanted to die.
"That's it, Rennie," The voice praised, the tone close to gentle even if the thrusts were nothing of the sort, pulsing, deep, hot, and infinitely painful. "Just take it like a good boy. You're my property. You're my pet now."
Ren gasped, a pitiful sound, before biting down on his lip to try and muffle an embarrassing mewl when a particular thrust grazed against someplace good inside him (even if he doubted that he even still had those parts.) White hot pleasure wormed its way up his spine and penetrated his brain through the haze of pain, like an act of rape in and of itself, and he hated himself for it.
He hated this. He hated this. He hated this.
He didn't want this. He didn't want this. He didn't want this.
His mind was racing, and he could only manage to croak out one pleading word on repeat over and over and over.
"Please... p-please... please..." He groaned, panting hot against the concrete. "Just...get it over with."
"Don't be so cynical on me now, Ren. I'm not gonna be able to cum if you d-"
*THUNK*
A splash of something hot cascaded across Ren's back, and he found himself lying in near silence, save for his own heavy breathing, staring at the floor with half-lidded eyes.
He didn't know whether to be relieved or not from the sudden interjection, but it didn't take long for him to figure out what that hot splash was.
Blood.
He let out a weak, strangled noise, jerking painfully against his hardware store bondage, and trying to crane his neck in an attempt to look behind him, before the body of the new toy sank heavily against his back, pinning him to the ground (his cock still hard and inside of him) as more blood oozed down his neck.
"OH GOD-" Panic crept in quickly, worming its way through his brain and replacing everything close to pleasure with red-hot pain and nerves. He needed to get away from this weighted blanket from Hell, but the dead weight against his back was an obvious hindrance. "GET IT OFF ME, GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF-"
"Calm down," Strade's voice was clear and almost reassuring, as his heavy body descended the last of the stairs to the basement, and an army boot gave the body a hard kick to the side, shoving it away and off of the fox. "He's dead now. You can relax."
"Scheiße, that's what I get for leaving you alone with a client. Hmph...but not your fault, huh, fuchs?"
Started watching Intergalactic (2021) because ✨Natasha O'keeffe✨ (and because I have the attention span of a golden retriever in a pool of tennis balls so I'm watching/rewatching 3 shows at once)
...and while I've just finished episode 1, and her character has spoken less and been muzzled longer than Max in Fury Road, it's safe to say her slaying streak is still going strong
"christmas is so boring." nothing exciting ever happened. the best she could happen was a bunch of drunk high schoolers end up splattered across the ice. thanksgiving was better--fires and burns and family spats that end in neighbors calling 911. "maybe someone will end up loosing fingers on the ice." illy noted hopefully. as if that would be what finally brought her christmas cheer.
"maybe it's just this town..." carroll was kind of a shit hole farm town. it felt so far removed from anything fun about calfornia.
i'm still annoyed (and will be for the foreseeable future) that Kara is now friends with Lena II instead of Lena I. and with Sophie Campbell saying on bluesky that Lena II is 19/20 years old (with Kara being 22), i kind of doubt that Kara will get her relationship with the old Lena back (if anyone even acknowledges that she's a separate character from Lena II at all).
but with that being said, i did like the dynamic between Lena and Kara here! they were cute, and it's just nice to see Kara interact with people she's not directly related to lmao. i loved the little fashion show they did with Kara trying on all her old costumes <3
Kara's characterization is fine, but her personality just feels subdued to me. she could just be more.... more. more snarky, more charismatic, maybe a little more aggressive—just more intense in general. but i still mostly enjoy how she's written in this book.
overall it's just a lighthearted and entertaining read like the first issue. still really loving the art and the designs of everyone and everything. i'm enjoying all the callbacks and reinventions of various things from Kara's pre-crisis history (obviously), and i'm curious to see if Campbell will bring anything in from post-crisis or the new 52 in future issues (need the Kara and Siobhan friendship back
in conclusion it was cute and i liked it—not much to say! once again look at my beautiful babygirl:
