I’ve Been Waiting For This…

Here it is~ Jonathan Joestar TF-TG sequence~

I noticed there are quite some with Dio so I thought to give my waifu a chance 😜

In of which Dio has a different strategy for his boat confrontation against Jonathan…

The end is…different than he expected. Turns out the mask turns you into the gender of the blood on the mask.

How convenient 🤭 At least the ending will be happier <33

(Sorry Erina. Lol.)

His whole reason to keep on fighting and living is back and is safe…I’m unwell…

The Contract Seal

Referring to the post from into–the–abyss about the contract seal:

I researched the meaning of the words and its sigils/symbols written in the pentagram. I think it’s pretty interesting, it sounds really familiar.

Abdia: I conjure thee in secret. (Ciel accidentally summons Sebastian; no one knows)

Ballaton: Come forth from thy abode and speak clearly in my speech. (Sebastian speaks English)

Bellony: Put forth thy might and discover unto me the knowledge and power in thy keep. (Ciel uses Sebastian’s power to achieve his goals) Halliy: Answer in the inward silence all of my questions without fail. (Ciel orders Sebastian that he shall never lie) Halliza: Assume and show forth unto me thy form of divine perfection. (Sebastian appears in human form as the perfect butler) Soluzen: Open unto me thy secret door and fulfill me of my purpose. (Sebastian shall help Ciel to obtain his revenge)

In a way, the contract seal visibly holds all the conditions of the contract between Ciel and Sebastian.

There are two main differences between Sebastian’s contract seal and the original pentagram of Solomon:

One is the ring/chain/circle around the pentacle of Sebastian’s seal (that remarkably resembles Undertaker’s scars but that’s another story). It could symbolize the bond/chain between master and servant. And the other is that Sebastian’s seal is turned upside down. Originally, a pentagram with a single point projecting upwards was a Christian symbol for the five senses and protected against evil. Conversely, a reversed pentagram (like Sebastian’s) is associated with evil and occultism.

So what could this mean? The way the contract works in both stories (Solomon’s and Kuro) is pretty similar. The master who holds the contract has power over the demon. Therefore, both seals look almost alike. In the story of Solomon the demon was forced into servitude by the boy who threw the ring (that had been given to Solomon after he had prayed to God) at him. In Kuro, however, Sebastian appeared of his own will after Ciel had lost faith in God and practically forced Ciel to make a contract with him (seeing that Ciel had no other choice (than death) at this point). Maybe this difference is symbolized by the reversed pentagram.

HE LOOKS SO MAJESTICCCCCCC THANK YOU SO SOS OS MUCH FOR THISSSSSS

Omega so chubby…….well fed baby…..the way he looks at her….AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

momma hunter for @inkyclone99 !! thank you for commissioning me 🫶💕💕

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Stone Ocean OP2

Hunter BadBatch. The utter bi king, beautiful and graceful, with his canon lovers~

Pulled Asajj Ventress (spread legs for her) and Shep Hazard (being an attractive single dad)

(Don’t worry about Quinlan, he joins in the fun time to time 😉)

Anywaysssss pulling my ship agendas with Challengers redraw

The only good straight Hunter ship plus his endgame, trust 🫶

Mpreg Hunter. Any ship. Any of choice. Just Pregnant!Hunter. Smut. Mom smut. Anything.

You challenged me to make Rex/Mpreg!Hunter hot and then I went and wrote 1600 words of pussy worship.... oops?

Rex doesn’t make it to Pabu very often. There are a lot of reasons for that, dangerous ones that seem to crop up around every corner these days. He knows his presence could bring trouble, and he wants to protect those boys and girl as much as he possibly can. But when Echo is insistent about bringing him along for Pabu’s version of Life Day—a day of celebration and sunlight and not a blaster in sight—he can’t say no. Life Day indeed. No one thought to warn him.

All of them are tanned and smiling, even Crosshair has gained a golden hue to his skin. But Hunter? Hunter is glowing. His hair is a little longer now, tied back into a half knot. His skin gleams with vitality and the way his middle is swollen and round makes Rex’s mouth run dry. He wants to rub his hands all over that bump. Wants to feel that little life inside move around. Wants to hang onto this moment for as long as Hunter will let him.

“So, which one?” Rex corners the sergeant after a nice meal out on the beach. He knows he is being impulsive, but he can’t hold the words back.

Hunter doesn’t pretend to not understand the question, “Don’t know. Don’t think it matters too much.” He is relaxed, happy, like this is the kind of question he is used to answering by now.

Rex tilts his head in agreement. This place and these people are a sedative to the nervous energy he always seems to carry around, and it is far too easy to imagine what it would be like to have a more permanent stake in it. “May I?”

That gets him a raised eyebrow but a gentle smile and nod too. Rex gently places one and then the other hand over Hunter’s gravid belly. His skin is warm under Rex’s palm and very quickly he feels a firm push against it, a solid little thump. He looks up at Hunter in amazement.

“She likes you.”

“She?”

Hunter shrugs. He is noncommittal but not unkind.

“What about her mama?” Rex’s eyes meet Hunter’s. They haven’t had these kinds of conversations too often, but he knows which words to use and which to swallow. He’s been well trained for it, same as Hunter. The Batch had offered their bed to him every now and again but he’d never taken them up on the offer. Now all he wanted to do was lay Hunter down on the nearest soft surface and show him just how amazing he really was.

It is Hunter’s turn to be amazed. “He likes you pretty well too.”

It was the answer Rex was hoping for, but hearing it still sends his pulse racing. He looks around, eager to make good on promises unspoken, greedy for what he missed out on this last year.

“Good. C’mon.” He’s careful as he grabs Hunter’s hand and pulls him into the house. He doesn’t miss the way the rest of the Batch smile knowingly.

Hunter is already stripping his shirt off by the time Rex has the door closed behind them. His chest is broader than Rex remembers, skin taut and tan over muscles that catch the evening light. Rex wants to worship at this altar, this impossible creature who he can’t believe is his for the taking. He grabs Hunter by the waist, kisses him hard and deep, feeling the way he melts and gives in to it.

“Rex,” Hunter gasps when he pulls back for air. “You—fuck.” Hunter lets himself be guided to the bed, fingers already working on his pants, but Rex is faster. Rex is determined. Rex wants to see and taste and experience every inch of him.

“Let me,” Rex growls, eyes blazing with a hunger that matches his voice, and he is peeling Hunter open, layer by layer, until every inch of him is splayed out and waiting, all for him. Rex pauses to take in the sight, to let it burn into his memory. Hunter’s skin is glistening with a sheen of warmth, his muscles making shadows in the dim room as he sprawls open. “So kriffing hot.” Rex descends on him with reverence and abandon, lips and hands moving over skin that is impossibly soft and hot under his touch.

He is all-consuming, applying his mouth to every inch of skin he can reach, feeling Hunter shiver and yield. Kissing and nipping at his pulse until it beats quick and sure beneath his lips. He wants to devour and savor him, wants to map him out with his tongue. He works his way down to his chest, teasing and tasting, finding those sensitive brown buds and giving one a tentative lick. That earns him a throaty gasp, a delicious sound that spurs him on. He licks again, more deliberate this time, and the gasp turns to a glorious moan as the lick becomes a gentle, insistent suck. Hunter arches into it, fingers kneading Rex’s shoulders, pulling him closer. Rex uses his hand to play with its twin, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, feeling Hunter’s body twitch and tremble beneath him. He switches sides, eager for more of those sounds, eager for all of it.

Hunter is making a noise he didn’t even know he could make, something between a whimper and a growl, and Rex is undone by it.He trails lower, tongue painting a path down Hunter’s belly, lingering at the line where skin stretches taut over his rounded middle. Rex nuzzles against it, kisses it, marvels at its fullness. “So beautiful,” he murmurs.

Hunter is panting now, eyes dark and wild, wanting and wanting and wanting. Rex can’t get enough of it, can’t get enough of him. He works his way lower, kissing a trail down to Hunter’s hips, his thighs, until he is right there.

Rex takes a moment to drink it all in, every detail of Hunter spread out before him. He is a feast, more than Rex ever imagined, and Rex wants to gorge himself on it. This is a memory he will keep forever, a sight that will haunt him when he’s off fighting battles, a sight he never dreamed he would be lucky enough to see in the first place. He presses his lips to Hunter’s inner thigh, then again, closer this time. He lets his breath fan over Hunter’s pussy. He can’t help the way his own hips grind involuntarily against the bed as he takes Hunter in like this.

“Kriff!” Hunter’s hips squirm and Rex can’t hold back a small smug smile. He is going to take his time, make Hunter feel this for days. With deliberate slowness, he runs two fingers up the outside of Hunter’s lips. Just a soft tease that makes Hunter whine in a way Rex will remember for the rest of his life, tattooed onto his mind. He wants to hear that sound every time he closes his eyes. He parts those slick folds gently, still running his fingers up and down, avoiding the tiny cock that he can see firming up. He takes each labia in turn, savoring the softness, and using his thumb and two fingers runs a gentle massaging stroke up and down before he touches deeper inside. Hunter’s breath catches and Rex knows that for once in his life, he is the one calling the shots. He is going to take Hunter apart, piece by piece, slowly and thoroughly.

“Reeeeex!”

The pleading cry only spurs him on, and he resumes teasing. He wants to keep Hunter on this edge for as long as he can stand it. The inner pink portion calls to him and the clean salty scent makes his mouth water. He lets himself have the tiniest of tastes, a quick, feather-light flick of his tongue before pulling back to drink in the reaction. Hunter’s hips buck and Rex is amazed at how sensitive he is, how much Rex can affect him.

Hunter is panting, voice catching, delirious with the teases. “Please,” he begs.

Rex wants to make a permanent home in that voice, that desperate begging voice. He gives another soft lick, then another, then another, until Hunter’s cries are coming in waves and his entire body is trembling with it. His mouth is everywhere, everywhere but where Hunter wants it most, and he has to hold Hunter’s hips down to keep him still enough not to buck right off the bed. When Hunter is finally keening and breathless, Rex lets his mouth close over the tiny cock and just holds it there, inhaling against Hunter’s skin, until Hunter makes a frustrated noise that has Rex nearly undone. Rex lets his breath ghost over him again, pulling back and then moving in closer, the warmth of it just kissing the edge of where Hunter needs it. He wants to hear every sound, watch every twitch, draw every single reaction out.

Rex can barely stand it himself, the way his dick is straining against his pants almost painfully, but he isn’t going to rush. He wants to savor it, savor Hunter. He flicks his tongue again and this time doesn’t stop, watches Hunter writhe as he slowly, slowly drags his tongue up and down the length of him. Rex is breathless with it, rutting against the bed to keep his own sanity. Hunter cries out again, half-sob, half-gasp, and Rex knows he will never get enough of that sound. He laps at Hunter’s glistening slick, tongue moving with more insistence now, more pressure, and Hunter’s hips buck again, his entire body tensing and quaking with it.

Rex knows he’s going to have to hear Hunter beg for it a thousand more times before he’s satisfied.

Scans of the pictures of Uchikawa Reo as Ciel Phantomhive and Furukawa Yuta as Sebastian Michaelis from the visual book of Kuroshitsuji Musical “Tango on the Campania”. . Scans from my own visual book. Please, always credit the artists, the musical and my tumblr if sharing. Thank you.

New year, new stuff coming up soon

For now grab this silly thing 😝

Yes I got myself very hooked with DanDaDan and I LOVE all of the characters

Ofc I got inspired to make something silly with it

So here it is. DanDaDan Bad Batch (plus one Black Butler, check pinned) AU…AKA, the AU where Tech looses his cock and balls and Hunter is a gyaru

AJSHSJSBAJ THANK YOU

All that you mentioned plus my god that body. That waist was made to be held

That nice ass to be pounded…imagine wasting that gosh…

Let Hunter be a pillow princess ✊✨🎀

(Lol randomly recommended to me I saw my pfp and got a jumpscare ajsbsbbssbbs)

Maybe I should write Hunter getting to bottom for once.

*looks at Crosshair*

Never mind.