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the question is now do you think rengoku fucks or gets fucked. personally i am a big fan of him getting fucked because you know he would be sooo sweet to his top, telling them exactly how to fuck him and how theyāre doing such a good job. however i can also see him being a really good top and making his bottom cum so much just with his mouth before his dick ever leaves his pants
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What an excellent question š I feel like no matter what, he will *stare* at his partner the whole time and freak them out lol
Heās also super loud and unrepentant. Doesnāt give a fuck if anybody hears him singing his partnerās praises either by being v vocal about loving how tight they are or by talking about/making sure they know he loves what theyāre doing to him.
But in my lil heart of hearts I absolutely want him to be a bottom (except for when he fucks his dad š) and ride the trio right there in the train car. Mmhh hmhm
I've been thinking about this some more and realized I never mentioned his oral skills but you are absolutely correct he's definitely fucking shit up just with his throat.
I bet he hums a lot simply because he's always so happy to have something against his tongue/down his throat. His mouth is scorching hot. His throat is grippy as hell.
always laps all the cum up because he genuinely things it's delicious.
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Warning: Genji gets fucked by animals. They're all overwatch-ified, so not really real life animals despite them having normal names. Still animals, tho, so be aware of that.
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Hanzo sits down on his armchair and just stares at the blank, black screen in front of him. He feels nervous and then he feels embarrassed about feeling nervous. He clutches his hands together in his lap and tries to stop them from trembling and from sweating. He tries to stop them from doing too much, even though he is alone in his room and everything is private and actually, he can do whatever the Hell he wants nowadays.
Itās different to know that and to feel that, though. He knows that he is no child anymore. But he feels that his father is right behind him, breathing into his ear and wondering about where he went wrong for Hanzo to want this so bad.
He shakes his head, eyes closed, breath stuttering in his chest before he forces himself to breathe slow and deep. He turns the video on and is glued to the screen the moment it shows the pretty face of LĆŗcio.
Hanzo is not that big intoā¦ anything, really, but he knows that face, at least. Cute dimples, warm brown eyes, a gorgeous smile. Heād know him even if that face werenāt on quite a few drinks and snacks and adverts for cow facilities; after all, he and Genji have been fast friends for a while now. And Genji likes to keep him up to date with what is happening in his life.
Case in point: this video.
āHey there! Hanzo, right? Haha Iām just kidding! Genjiās been talking nonstop about you, actually. I think we have to meet one of these days, yeah? Go out. Drink something. Have fun.ā
Hanzo is just staring. He wonders what Genjiās continued interest with him is. Is he feeling some sense of familial obligation to stay in touch? Doubtful. Is he trying to rub his perfect life into Hanzoās wounds? ā¦ maybe?
LĆŗcio keeps talking but Hanzo has zoned out briefly, only to snap back at attention once the camera moves. Itās clearly LĆŗcioās phone that he is holding, directing his own little movie, it seems. Starring Genji ā and a type of camel, of all things. They got him strapped beneath its belly, keeping him constantly speared on cock.
LĆŗcio zooms in ā but on its tail; long and snake-like, reaching between its hind legs and touching the human there like it needs to constantly make sure that he is still there.
āHeās working with Junkertown camels today, actually! They got some wild animals over there, you know that? Like look at that tail, itās been going nonstop! Actually, itās taken a while for it to even start penetration because it kept just touching him with that thingā¦
āAnyway! You see that contraption? They custom made it for him. Heās been strapped in there for the whole damn day. His lover is a good sport about it, though. Just goes about his business while fucking Genji full.
āActually, heās not there for his own breeding, you know? Not today. Theyāre just collecting the semenā¦ got a few loads out of this guy already. Heās very inspired by our Genji-boy.ā
Hanzo thrusts his hands between his thighs and clenches them together, sitting slightly leaning forward to the screen, eyes immediately locked on it. He can hear the soft crunch of LĆŗcioās footsteps as he gets closer. He shows Genjiās face, flushed red and wet with sweat, mouth hanging lax as he hangs there, helplessly strapped to a creatureās belly. His hair is darker than usual, sticking at odd angles from rubbing it against the camelās chest.
āDoinā real good work there, Genji-baby,ā LĆŗcio sing-songs and it only sounds a little bit teasing and condescending. Hanzo immediately feels heat swamping his gut, his ears growing warm alongside that.
He canāt help it, he tells himself. Heās been conditioned to it. He just reacts to this tone of voice, even if he actively tries not to. He feels himself against his own wrists, warm and interested, cock starting to fill out despite himself.
Genji is smiling briefly but heās not saying anything. Just a moment later, his face goes lax once more, brows twitching as he focuses on the feeling of camel cock spearing into him over and over again. Heās panting like heās run a marathon. In fact, Hanzo doesnāt think heās ever seen him work this hard. He looks like he needs something to drink and LĆŗcio comments on that after just a second.
āIām his spotter today. Or whatever they call it. Make sure he stays hydrated and all that. I think they said theyāll take him off soon? This species seems to be really enduring.ā
The camera trembles as LĆŗcio roots around somewhere. A moment later he thrusts a bottle with a straw hanging out of it toward Genji who gratefully catches it between his lips and starts suckling ā before the Junkertown camel suddenly starts walking away. Just a couple of steps toward a bit of grass that it noses against while LĆŗcio calmly follows along with the camera.
āDude, Hanzoā¦ can I call you dude? Dude, you know this is actually crazy. Itās been going like this the whole day. I wouldnāt even think itās actually fucking him if it werenāt forā¦ yāknowā¦ā
The camera shifts and gets closer to Genjiās abdomen. Now Hanzo can see the wet, brick-red part of camel cock that keeps moving; ostensibly thrusting without the camel needing to hunch its hips. Thereās clear droplets of pre-cum continuously dripping to the dusty ground where they get soaked up eagerly. A little pan of the camera shows that there is quite a trail left behind already.
The snake like tail appears again, touching Genjiās thighs, then his ass, then wriggling between. Through the speakers, Hanzo can hear Genjiās muffled sob; he sounds overwhelmed and like this is all teetering so much on too much that he canāt help the desperate little groan in the back of his throat because he wants that so bad.
Heās not gotten used properly since father has passed away. Heās not gotten slapped around and held down and gotten choked on cock. He thinks he would love this. Getting fucked by something that cares so wonderfully little about him that it keeps moving about, keeps eating, keeps having its own day while pumping him full of load after load until his stomach is so swollen that it aches.
But he canāt. He canāt. He can never do and be what Genji does and is. He canāt just go after his heart. There is an old family business to run ā and Hanzo doesnāt know what he is if he canāt cling to that.
LĆŗcioās voice is audible again. āThis one really likes to stick its tail right alongside its dick. I dunno if thatās just a general breeding thing they do or if itās just really excited about Genjiās cunt! Hehe. You know, they said that this one is still a juvenile. Maybe Genjiās his first and heās just figuring shit out. Weāve all been there, right?
āAnyway! So today your cute liāl bro not getting bred. Heās only there for some semen collection so they can try and breed the few other Junkertown camels that are still around. In a bit, theyāll unstrap him and flush him out and get him ready for tomorrow. Cause tomorrow heāll definitely get knocked up ā by some lions! Exciting, right?ā
Hanzo makes a soft, pained sound in the back of his throat, because yes. It is.
Luckily, there are a lot more video files waiting for him.
the question is now do you think rengoku fucks or gets fucked. personally i am a big fan of him getting fucked because you know he would be sooo sweet to his top, telling them exactly how to fuck him and how theyāre doing such a good job. however i can also see him being a really good top and making his bottom cum so much just with his mouth before his dick ever leaves his pants
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What an excellent question š I feel like no matter what, he will *stare* at his partner the whole time and freak them out lol
Heās also super loud and unrepentant. Doesnāt give a fuck if anybody hears him singing his partnerās praises either by being v vocal about loving how tight they are or by talking about/making sure they know he loves what theyāre doing to him.
But in my lil heart of hearts I absolutely want him to be a bottom (except for when he fucks his dad š) and ride the trio right there in the train car. Mmhh hmhm
Still on that feral Omega ressource guarding their Alpha bullshitā¦ want the class A Omegas to just topple one after the other into heat like a domino effect and when Aizawa comes shuffling in because everybodyās been complaining about the noise in the dorm he basically isnāt allowed to leave premises again :ā)
Shinsou is just going to weasel into Aizawa's life, be such a devoted little caretaker as an excuse to constantly be in Aizawa's vicinity, be as in the way as possible and probably learning farmer things like how onions actually make more onions or when to plant sweet potatoes or something; "helping" but mostly sitting around staring all moony-eyed at his man
It would just be routine things eventually, and Shinsou would probably start being slightly less pushy as the enamored, lusty honeymoon phase wore off. Maybe he'd start bringing books to read and Aizawa would miss the constant attention and be forced to initiate conversation (he can't be neurotypical and casual about it, so the books act as an excuse to talk to Hitoshi~)
And Shinsou slowly understanding how time-consuming farm work is and realizing Aizawa isn't going to be as ever-present and unemployed as Shinsou is, ie couldn't just ask Aizawa to fix stuff in his house because look at all the work he already has to do! He wouldn't be able to swing by until, like, dark anyway! So he starts asking how to do things himself and Aizawa's awkward caveman brain is so slow to eventually pry into Shinsou's business-- like sweating because he wants to know so he could offer to help but not wanting to be nosy or intrusive in Shinsou's private affairs, not understanding at all that that's exactly what Shinsou wantsšāāļø
So whenever Aizawa fully loads the audacity to ask, Shinsou is stoked to have his big strong man making time to fix his shitty house and make the lights work in the bathroom. Probably says something like "it's a date!" when they make plans on the time Aizawa can come over to help, and makes a cute dinner, sets the table, lights candles, the whole shebang. Aizawa will absolutely not react to this, so Shinsou will end up taking it as him expecting that and therefore, they are on the same page and are dating now
Shinsou's forceful enough to never have to mention it directly. Aizawa won't get why Shinsou is demanding to be driven into town to get drinks, but he thinks Shinsou is pretty and wants to be nice to him so he does it š¤· Doesn't understand why Shinsou is asking him to help pick clothes, will still offer to buy things for him at the store anyway
They'd eventually just spend so much time together that Aizawa will buck up the nerve to ask Shinsou on a date, all nervous and pink and awkward.
And Shinsou will be so excited that Aizawa initiated for the first time (probably right on time because he wants to get in those overalls so bad-).
Neither of them will know any better until they start discussing their anniversary or maybe in one jarring meeting with acquaintances asking to know how long they'd been seeing each other š„“š„“š„“
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Shoto gets revenge against his father by becoming the most open slut in the hero landscape. Heās strong enough to be a top ranked hero. He openly offers villains a free lay if they turn themselves in. Heās powerful enough that he advertises his address everywhere. Shoto secretly records every encounter. He leaks any public āarrestsā.
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Immediately obsessed with the thought of Shoutoās autistic ass deciding this is the best and most sane course of action and even more obsessed with the thought that Endeavor would be more upset about losing his clients than about Shouto being an unrepentant whore on main.
Shouto sucking Knuckleduster off (wild feat, btw) and not only letting him take pics but actively encouraging him to send them to his dad and Enji absolutely *fuming*.
Cause you know KD will be an asshole about it and gloat how he found a new and tighter pussy to plow.
We all know the shimada boys go crazy for daddy's cock but would they be good boys and serve mommy's pussy? First mommy and daddy fucking to show the boys how it's done. Then each boy sucking on mama's tits while Sojiro eats her out. One boy eating her pussy while the other eats her ass and she grinds back and forth telling them how good they are for mommy.
Or Genji fucking her pussy while Sojiro fucks Hanzo's. Telling her boy he can pump his cum deep in her pussy
Mama fingering her eldests cunt and cooing at how adorable hanzo looks when he squirts. Her rubbing her clit against Hanzo's, whispering praise as their juices mix with little squelching noises
Her getting knocked up with genji's child at the same time Hanzo's knocked up with Sojiro's. Their hormones all over the place, laying on their sides, playing with each other's fat milky tits while getting their swollen, sensitive cunts pounded, fingered and even fisted, their bladders not being able to hold so they squirt and piss in equal measure.
You are so correct š I love the thought of these boys not having been safe for a minute in their sad lil lives.
Just constantly getting molested by mommy and daddy. Incest babies galore because mommy and daddy ate both absolutely nasty and Genji and Hanzo have been groomed to the extreme.
Also v much like the mental image of Hanzo and his mother being these heavily pregnant sows mmhh hmmm
The big strong boys building a little cat palace catio for their three cats
Spend their entire weekend doing it because they love those divas
Farmer'sWifeShinsou acting pathetic like he hasn't learned how to use power tools by now and making his broody long-suffering Big Guy TM get up close to him and hold his hands steady to use the drill
Shinsou is half an audacity away from verbally going āoh teehee Iām too weak to hold this big heavy tool :('
Luckily his Big Guy is a people pleaser. Or more like a prettylittlefarmwife pleaser š always has one eye on Shinsou and what heās up to so he wonāt kill himself accidentally.
It kind of helps that somehow he ends up with Shinsouās ass pressing into his crotch š¤š¤š¤ very odd but heāll take it.
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The pain rips up Viktorās spine like a spasm. He nearly bites his tongue clenching his jaw and trying to remain quiet, but it becomes a herculean task that he canāt follow through when Finn moves back by an inch or so and then rams in even deeper.
āFuck, youāre dry,ā he hears him grunt in the darkness that keeps blotting out his vision. There are large black dots swimming around as his crotch feels like it is on fire, his entrance stretched around the ruthless intrusion.
āGonnaā¦ change! That! Soon!ā Each strained word is accompanied by a new rut into Viktorās body, a new wave of pain and humiliation filling him up more than any food ever could. His stomach flips in on itself, sour bile climbing the back of his throat, and yetā¦ and yet he feels a confused electric zip going from his clit into his belly; like it is crawling into his painful, burning cunt and settling into his womb.
Tears fill his eyes. This canāt be happening. He canāt be getting off on this. He turns his head to the side, little wheezing gasps eking out of his throat despite it feeling like it is being gripped by a humongous fist.
Finn pulls back again, then thrusts forward. It feels like he is attempting to saw Viktor right through the middle. Maybe he is already spearing through his belly and coming out the other side? He canāt make himself look, his arms lax at his sides despite his sympathetic nervous system screaming at him.
It becomesā¦ better. Through the cacophony of sound that Viktor isnāt sure is just in his head or caused by the Mer in the tank, he can feel how the motions become easier and more tolerable. Just like Finn declared, he changed it, and the warm prickle in Viktorās cunt reappears tenfold, easing up into his tender, aching pussy and settling both at his womb and his clit until tears fill his eyes because he is certain he is seconds away from coming on his rapistās cock.
Viktor is not a particularly tall man, unlike his new husband. Finnās cock knocks up against his cervix, each nudge making the throbbing behind his eyes that much worse until it feels like his head is going to explode, or his eyes are going to pop right out of his skull.
His abdomen feels swollen like a balloon, the sensation somehow mingling with everything else into an overload of feelings that he can not parse.
āThere you goā¦ shitā¦ thatās the stuffā¦ā Finnās head is hanging low, his hair dangling down and tickling Viktorās sternum. He stares at it and almost wants to touch, but his hands remain right where he put them after Finnās heavy handed threat.
āVirgin cunts are the best,ā Finn sighs and lifts his head again. His eyes are closed, though he looks absolutely blissful.
Viktor just stares. There are no real thoughts going around his head anymore; just him watching as Finn shifts around and gets himself more comfortable, kneeling up and pulling Viktor into his lap like he is nothing but a toy for him to play with.
Itās an uncomfortable position, his hips higher than his shoulders, but he remains quiet now that the friction and burn has settled into something much more manageable.
Maybe he really did cum. He must have gotten so excited from this that he got this wet, easing the way until he can audibly hear the slick shlk, shlk, shlk of Finn fucking him and dragging his swollen erection through his capitulating channel.
Itās not hurting anymore. Every time Finn bottoms out, an electric kind of pleasure shoots up higher into his womb. At one point it seems to overflow and instead slide down into his legs until he dazedly curls his toes.
His heart is pounding in his ears. Or maybe it is the Mer. Or maybe it is Finnās own heart as he all but covers Viktor with his body, barely bracing himself on his forearms as he keeps him beneath his body, making his knobby spine roll as his hips are lifted even higher and he barely even pulls out anymore.
Itās just an inward motion; rutting in, in, in, kissing up to Viktorās womb and forcing little āahā¦ ah!... ah!ās out of him as the dull ache flares up once more and becomes progressively worse. His abdomen feels sore. Itās crawling into his belly. He feels swollen and gutted at the same time. Like his core is missing.
āF-F-Finn-!ā he gargles, that cotton-y nothing feeling getting replaced by a vague sense of dread and panic. āFinn-ā
āYes,ā Finn gasps, hips bucking once, pressing tight and intimate against Viktorās battered cervix, then stills completely. Blessedly. āBeg me for it,ā he gasps above him. Viktor is slowly reaching up, hands trembling, arms feeling like noodles even though heās done nothing but lie there the whole time.
He does not claw at Finnās sweat slick skin; only grabs at him, desperate for some human connection, mouth open and panting as he fights the nausea clawing at the back of his throat.
āPl-ease,ā he gets out but is interrupted once more. He feels Finnās cock pulsing inside is swollen passage. It seems to become even bigger.
āBeg me to breed you up. Say that youāre going to be a good girl and that you want to carry my child.ā
He pulls back slowly, everything so slick and perfect, the glide soft as silk and Viktorās insides going haywire because he canāt decide if heās feeling pleasure or pain and it is fucking with his head. He is grabbing at Finnās sides, trying to hold on but either Finn is too sweaty, or Viktorās palms are because he keeps sliding right off of him.
His mouth is so dry and he has to swallow a few times before he can finally get out what he wanted to say: āPlease stop.ā
Finnās eyes glint. Or maybe it is the light catching on his jaw when he jerks his head a little to the side. He seems surprised about Viktorās plea, but eventually his lids go heavy once more and his cheeks twitch as he slowly kneels up and, to Viktorās immense relief, pulls out.
Finally.
He inhales in relief.
āYou know this will happen again, do you not?ā Finn asks him in a low voice. Viktor can see his arm moving as he grabs a hold of himself and begins to masturbate.
Viktor stares up at him.
āThis will happen again. Over and over. Until you become pregnant.ā He seems so pleased with himself, leaning forward again, bracing himself with one hand above Viktorās head as he strips his cock with the other, faster, more desperate, teeth gritting so his words are garbled and barely recognizable: āUntil you beg me to come inside you!ā
Viktor feels a hot splatter against his belly and looks down. He stares at Finnās blood-covered cock, the mess quickly spreading across his fist, then down at his own belly when he gets marked like an animal; stripe after stripe hitting first his belly button, then his sternum, then all the way up to his throat.
He clenches his eyes shut, afraid heāll get some in there, but it stops before that can happen. His legs twitch when Finn wipes the last few droplets against his mound before he is finally done with a deep sigh.
āThere you go. Good talk.ā
He just pants for a few moments, gathering his strength, then moves to get off the bed. Viktor mutely watches him cleaning himself and getting dressed again. Before he leaves, he pauses and turns, watching Viktor on the bed with an odd, solemn expression.
āI will get you some books so you can entertain yourself whenever I am not here. If you behave, you can tell me some preferences and I might follow suit.ā
He drags a clean hand through his hair, making sure it sits right as it cascades down one side of his skull.
āIāll tame you yet,ā he promises Viktor in a low voice, then turns on his heel and moves out of the room completely, the sound of the key in the lock sounding incredibly loud now that there is complete silence filling the space.
Slowly, Viktor sits up. He stares down at the mess between his legs, the sheets soaked with blood, then up toward the creature that has stopped banging against the glass and is just floating there, face looking crestfallen as he presses his human hands against the barrier.
They stare at each other, but Viktor is starting to feel woozy, so he slowly lies back down. He stares at the ceiling of his new prison, his whole body throbbing. He blinks once, twice, then falls asleep without noticing.
okay but have you considered city boy shinsou and farmer aizawaā shinsou going to the countryside for a vacation or something and seeing this sweaty, giant man working the fields: immediately wet.
bringing him lemonade when it's hot out and wiping his sweat with a towel, shinsou's soft hands "accidentally" brushing against aizawa and, "what's a pretty thing like him doing around here?" shiiiit.
ajkfhki you're so true, the rightest a person has ever been š«” brilliant, a genius even
City boy Shinsou escaping to the countryside and has no idea how to do anything and has killed every plant he's ever owned besides the succulents because they aren't offended if he forgets to water them for a week or two, but by god he can't handle living like sardines in the city with all the people and noise; and he needs more than a box he can barely move around in to live in, even if the electricity is only hooked up to the kitchen and there's no hot water in the teetering-on-the-edge-of-condemned piece of shit house he bought for literal pennies.
Then one morning, he's on his balcony being happy and unemployed and sees this giant sweaty man in the field down the hill from him. Immediately decides "that's gonna be my husbandšāāļø" and takes all of his unemployed energy to initiate Plan Farmer's Wife.
Shouta will be baffled by all this attention by the new pretty thing up on the hill. Maybe city people are friendlier than he'd been led to believe? Shinsou and his delicate officeboy hands sure are touchy. Maybe it's just a weird city thing. Can't lie and say having someone dote on him and bring him food and drink isn't nice, so he definitely can't tell Shinsou to go away, no way.
!!! And then Shinsou desperate for more attention asks to help around the farm-*squeeing*
Shouta behind him, all big and hot, helping him hold the hoe correctly to till the ground-- helping the hoe with the hoe, one might say--
Office worker Shinsou who just wants to be a trophy wife jut actually will also settle for taking care of his sexy barely-not-caveman husband who mostly grunts at him as communication š„¹š„¹š„¹
Shinsou referring to Aizawa as "the six-foot tall man who lives in my house."
Treats Aizawa like a cryptid: Don't look directly in the eyes (frightens the 'tism), rarely perceived (is practically nocturnal), don't react to the presence (doesn't want to interrupt or get in the way), leave offerings (will just starve without snacks so as to not disrupt the house when awake at ungodly hours or make a mess)
Does all the handyman work, and building and fixing, and painting, and only occasionally lights things on fire unintentionally
Lights things on fire intentionally quite often
Aizawa extracting eggs from a broody hen and pulling out a kitten. Scolding their barn cat when she comes up demanding to know what he's doing with her child. "Beverly is NOT a good babysitter! She is a terrible mother!"
Has mastered the practice of planting with the lunar cycles and is a whole encyclopedia on anything edible or toxic in their immediate vicinity
Does the most to maintain all the weird plants Shinsou finds/orders because Shinsou kinda just likes the concept of gardening and sucks at taking care of the plants afterward
I really, really dig your Beta A/B/O fic, it's super unique and I love the worldbuilding in it! (I actually think I like it more than traditional A/B/O, it feels safer(?) almost. The structure of the world feels more balanced.) Betas are truly underutilized in the A/B/O fandom space in general. I love the way Aizawa seems to find Betas more secure than the other counter parts and how it stems from his childhood of abuse and being parentified at such a young age. The way that plays into the dynamic of Shinsou who is fully grown now and ready to switch the caretaking aspect on its head, it gets me giggling how befuddled Aizawa is by it every time. "Oh, my former mentee who I took care of wants to now take care of me? Mind blown! Quick, someone give me space, I need to have a mental breakdown first!" Just a really fun way to flip their relationship dynamic and societal power structure! I also really like the aspect of Shinsou not really knowing stuff that are considered common knowledge to Alphas and Omegas, what a fun detail to put! Maybe he never gave it much thought or was never really taught it because it never could apply to him, right? And I love the difference between more traditional vs modern courting you put in! That's so fun! The way their ID's play with each other and change how they interact makes me swoon, they have no right being that romantic! Gives me a heart attack everytime!
Your dystopia A/B/O series is a banger, too! The worldbuilding you put in there is chef's kiss! And I enjoy how heats are considered painful if you're not paired with someone. Don't get me wrong, I like the whole aspect of heats being a "sexy" topic in fics but the take of heats being actually very painful is very cool to me, but maybe it's because I view it with the lens of how a period cycle is. The A/B/O trope mixed with an almost marriage law trope but darker in a dystopian setting is super enjoyable. Especially because your writing lends itself to the characters by having the world they live in affect every aspect of the way they act around gender and sex norms. I found Yamada a very intriguing topic throught the series, in the first part of the series he's sort of like the ghost haunting Aizawa through the first fic, and when you meet him you can tell he's way more comfortable or at least garnered a little bit of peace with the situation that they were all put in. At least, more than Aizawa. Shinsou, too, seemed more comfortable with his dynamic in life but is very self aware about the position he was put it, it made me wonder if Yamada's peace with it also formed a little from the privilege he has in the world as an alpha. He took much more liberties than Aizawa and Shinsou combined when sex was brought into the equation. It really made me crave his POV more because I was almost questioning his motivations throughout the story. Well, at least until we got to the ending. Already love the next part and the way Hitoshi's pregnancy effect the dynamics between all of them, or how it effects them more considering they can't keep their hands off him already! Also Nezu being so sly made me giggle, love that rat bastard.
No pressure at all to update or write! Just wanted to take the time to tell you how much I appreciate your stories and how good of a writer you are! I hope you're taking care of yourself and that you have a wonderful day you amazing human being! ā¤ļø
My (I guess) Betaverse ABO was something I wanted to do for a long time, but I wasn't sure how much fun it would be for others without all the extra animalistic aspects that I think makes Omegaverse ABO so appealing. So I added some of those aspects back in and explained them to make sense of betas, and then I had more ideas about how a world like that might operate tenuously with their social stalemates. The plot is, honestly, really fun for me buuuut I feel like I need to focus more on the relationship since I've consigned it to public viewing -- I write so much as it is, and I'm pretty sure people only follow me for the smutš
For Plum Whiskey, a lot of the ideas that show up in it are sort of stitched together from all over the greater internet omegaverse. I've been there for most omegaverse generations/trends over the years, there are no original ideas anymore, yadda yadda. But PW is more of a passion project. I wrote it in a really dark place, then I deleted it in darker place, and eventually put it back up because things just keep getting worse and Plum Whiskey is my little rebellion. It's lightly political and I don't really hide that about it. I think I would probably rewrite it entirely at this stage but I've already reposted it once so-
I meant to have more oneshots to capitalize on Yamada and his relationship to both Aizawa and Shinsou separately since PW is Shinzawa-centric, but I haven't gotten around to it yet. I hadn't even meant to start the second part so soon, but there was a lot going on in my country at the time (well there's still a lot going on but it's harder to write racism and war into my horny omegaverse story than gender-based systemic oppression). The goal is for Aizawa and Yamada to take up the same amount of space, even if there's less of it because it's a very Hitoshi-centric piece. (And, if it isn't obvious, the whole thing is already written in shorthand so the only reason you haven't seen it yet is because I can't seem to get myself together to write properly.)
It's every writer's dream to find people who interact with their words this much š„¹ I'm glad to have given you what was surely hours of content to pass the time with. I'm always blown away by strangers taking time out of their day to write to me at all, but this especially must've been a good chunk of free time for you. I appreciate your minutes (and probably hours for all the reading you've done)! <3
Thank you! And if you ever have questions or concerns, always feel free to ask on either platform. I'm obnoxiously chatty and verbose, as you can see.
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Like if that ask didnāt sell you on it, I dunno what will??? Like their writing and world building isā¦ SO good. Addicting. I read the Plum Whiskey series twice and Iām honestly due for a third read because it makes me feral.
Holy fuck at first glance, I thought that leather daddy Doom Slayer pic was Roadhog š„µš„µš„µ and now I'm *SALIVATING* at the idea of those two collosal daddies rubbing their big sweaty hairy leather clad bodies together... Can you imagine how incredible they must smell!? The heat, their sweat, their thick scents mingling, the leather?!?! DO YOU SEE THE VISION š¦š¦š¦
I SEE IT I SEE YOUR VISION BECAUSE AT FIRST GLANCE I THOUGHT IT WAS ROADIE TOOOOO
that body shape seriously makes me unhinged idk idk I just want to sit on their bellies and watch them breathe oooffff
Hog and fat Doom Slayer moving together like tectonic plates. Don't get caught in between, they grind you into mush.
I wonder who would smell more... somehow I think Doom Slayer. Roadhog seems like he bathes a lot and DS seems like he stays for weeks in his armor and just cultivates that reek in there.
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Trans Genji desperate for Hanzoās attention. Hanzo is so focused on getting everything ready to be the heir. Hanzo is unable to find a bride. He keeps rejecting each candidate. Genji one night takes matters into his own hands. Sneaks into Hanzoās room. While his brother is asleep Genji slowly gets him hard. Hanzo wakes up to Genji riding him.
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ooohohooo I like this reversal!!!
Hanzo low key not taking a bride because he's so focused on his lil brother but doesn't want to admit it to himself until he wakes up to getting raped by Genji.
Of course he tries to buck him off but that's just a challenge Genji accepts gladly, holding on and wrestling with Hanzo and talking about how much he wants to get knocked up by him. Yandere Genji basically. Hanzo getting desperate when he realizes that yeaaah he's not wearing a condom and Genji obvi isn't using any protection because he's fucked in the head and everybody knows it.
Jayce/Viktor ā MerJayce ā rape tw; amputation tw; voyeurism/exhibitionism; transphobia/intentional misgendering; trans Viktor; mer Jayce; arranged marriage; breeding kink ā Things keep getting worse and worse...
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Finnās thumbs move, dragging against the skin on both sides of Viktorās pussy and opening his labia up once more. What shy pleasure Viktor has felt before has vanished somewhere between getting his leg crushed and Finn talking about his parents in such a disrespectful way.
Thankfully, his husband seems done talking for now. He is just breathing heavily and staring at the dark red stop sign of Viktorās cunt, shifting his knees apart until Viktorās legs are hooked above his thighs, the motion reawakening a shadow of the glass shard feeling from before.
He feels like something got damaged from the rough treatment, but he canāt stop to check right now. It also makes him remember that he doesnāt have his cane with him at the moment. Finn had taken it with a press of his cold jaw to Viktorās forehead and told him that he would get it back after the reception. It simply would ruin the pictures otherwise, yes?
He canāt believe how naive he had been. He had known how disgusting Finn was at heart and still he had believedā¦
Viktorās attention snaps back to the present, back to his husband, when he feels the hot press of a fat crown dragging through his folds. He lifts his head despite himself, chin hitting his collarbones, eyes staring through the halfdark of the room as Finn drags his erection along his cunt, the swollen head appearing above the furry mound of his pubis, then disappearing again.
Every time it drags up to the apex and nudges Viktorās clit, he feels a little jolt of excitement spearing into his belly and crawling into his womb. His knees twitch, fingers curling into loose fists as he slowly moves his elbows down toward his ribcage again.
His breath comes in fast, wet bursts. He feels like his eyes are bugging out of his skull every time Finn lets his cock slide low enough to nudge against his opening. Thereās so much conflicting emotions in his body that he has trouble making heads or tails of it. On the one hand, it does feel nice whenever Finn gently touches his clit. On the other hand he wants to retch whenever he touches his hole, even if it is just the threat of putting something inside him.
THUMP
Viktorās gaze slides past Finnās trim waist and toward the back of the room. The Mer has his forearms pressed against the glass, his eyes huge and intense in his face, thick brows furrowed in a stormy expression of fury.
THUMP
As Viktor watches, the Mer rears back, then throws himself back against the glass; forearms and tentacles hitting it at the same time. Viktor can watch the whole pane wobble and starts to think for the first time that maybe it is not glass at all. No regular one, at the very least.
The Mer rears back for another smash against his tank, but the third heavy impact is drowned out by Viktorās attention zeroing in on Finn the moment his crown starts to fill his clenching, dry opening.
It burns.
There is no higher brain function that Viktor employs for his reaction; itās all his sympathetic nervous system that has his arms flail and then shoot forward, fingers curled into claws to rip and maim just to make his attacker back off again.
However.
Finn is prepared for it. He even smiles ā Viktor can tell despite the metal jaw. Itās just a tic in his cheek, his dark eyes growing heavy as he peers down at Viktor while gathering his flailing arms up like theyāre nothing. As if Viktor were nothing but an uncoordinated child throwing a tantrum.
Finnās expression isā¦ it is not violent or hateful and maybe that makes it all the more scary. He looks a little annoyed. Almost tired. Bored. That is what he looks like as he pushes Viktorās forearms together and grips his skinny wrists in just one of his hands.
Sympathetic nervous system is going haywire. It doesnāt allow for any higher brain function, only pushes Viktor to keep struggling and keep trying to get away while the big fever hot presence against his pussy stays and fills him and is completely unflinching.
At least Finnās bored expression lifts marginally, expression tightening as he leans forward, hovering above Viktor and staring down at him.
āViktor. Listen to me.ā
Viktor shakes his head, but his fight does die down slowly, chest heaving, brain aching. He hates himself in that moment. Unadulterated hatred; because he is clever. He knows he is. And yet he canāt think his way out of this. He canāt do anything. Heās just lying there and allowing Finn to overpower him and it is all his own fault because he canāt do this.
āGood girl. Nice and calm.ā Finn reaches out with the hand holding Viktorās arms, forcing him to fold them up against his chest so he can extend a single finger and brush that against Viktorās cheek.
āIāve gone through a lot of trouble to have this moment. Iāve dealt with your filthy fucking parents. Iāve thrown money at them ā and you ā so they would finally put their signatures on all the papers. I own you,ā he pokes Viktorās cheek with his extended finger, āand it is only by the grace of my good fucking heart that I still take care of them now. I might decide otherwise, you know. If some little bitch got precious about her goddamn cunt and starts to be even more difficult than she already is. For example.ā
Finn rolls his hips; a tiny nudge, really, but Viktor can feel the burn of it ricocheting up into his belly. His body tries to clench down and push him back out, his fingers curling and uncurling as Finn stares down at him and the Mer pounds against his tank, and everything combines into a cacophony of sounds and feelings inside his chest that makes him feel nauseous.
Finnās voice drops a register and becomes so soft and gentle as he curls his finger and instead of poking, brushes the back of his knuckle gently along Viktorās prominent cheekbone.
āWill you be good?ā
Viktorās cheek twitches and he just mutely stares up at Finn who huffs, sounding honestly amused.
āRemember that every misfortune that befalls your parents from this point forwardā¦ is solely resting on your miserable little shoulders. Every hit. Every kick. Every mean spirited little fuck up will take money directly out of their coffers. Soā¦ let me ask you again. Will you be good?ā
Viktorās throat is dry. He hates Finn. But he hates himself even more in this moment for being such a helpless little victim. All that intelligenceā¦ for what? For nothing.
For absolutely nothing.
He nods slowly and feels pathetic for the burst of hope that warms his chest upon seeing how pleased his husband is with that response.
Maybe he will have mercy. Maybe he will realize that this isnāt the way. Viktor is compliant. He is not going to fight. So maybe-
Finn lets go of Viktorās hands; slowly, carefully, gauging whether he will try to fight again like a wild little animal he is attempting to rescue ā only to grasp him around his bony hips and then force himself home.
