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Since I've just been exhausted and mentally ill, lemme rattle off about a concept I toil over in my head every week or so.
End of daimyo era x low fantasy, basically set in the transition to the kazoku system and the phasing out of samurai
Aizawa trained many boys and men for the old daimyo's war machine, and ran the strategic shadow corps (espionage/ninja shit). He'd always minded his distance, kept space between himself and the students, never wanted to feel the blow if word got back to him that their unit fell on the battlefield. Any of their deaths were partially his fault for not training them well-enough to survive, but it was also partly his strategies that placed those soldiers where they would perish, too.
It was disgustingly overdone, but Shinsou was different. From the very beginning, eyes like pure purple jade held an old samurai's attention like any other cache of glittering royalties. Dreary and drowsy as that gaze appeared, Shinsou was artfully observant and steel-sharp. He was never the best in the training field, but he wasn't the worst, either, and something about that bothered Aizawa.
So he worked the boy harder, singled him out, took him beyond the walls to dig at the heart of this uncanny mediocrity.
Mostly, they ended up talking.
Some things, Aizawa already knew from the way the boy carried -- orphan, no remarkable family ties, nobody. Other things shocked him. Educated, taught through the generosity of the local shrine with the other war orphans every week with hope to elevate them towards a better life than just some warhound's arrow fodder. And yet, Shinsou was there, right where the Buddhists hadn't wanted him to be.
"Doing nothing isn't going to stop your enemies from burning your village down."
It seemed Shinsou hadn't learned the right lessons from the monks.
Yet, none of it was making sense. If he wanted to be a martyr protecting his people, why be so average? Aizawa's only conclusion was that it was on purpose; this boy was clever as a fox and he was a damn good fighter when he thought he really needed to be.
Aizawa kept prodding.
On mission to a village that was left behind by a small army chasing their enemies back to the borders, he saw a glimpse of what the real reasons were as Shinsou observed the half-scorched village -- collateral, in the way, had to burn the rice so the enemy couldn't have it -- and tugged two frightened, soot-covered children out from under a burned house. Aizawa was just a half-blind old man; he didn't see where Shinsou went when asked.
He was kind of surprised the boy came back after a couple days.
He wasn't surprised that by the time his students "graduated" and got their armor, were released into the world, signed on with their own or with other clans; that Shinsou vanished.
No word of where he'd gone or if he'd hopped on with anyone's army.
He just took his sword and bow and left.
Aizawa had to fight himself not to waste resources tracking the boy down just to sate his interest.
When the wars settled and the daimyo was given a new title, the new government took a hard look at the cogs and grease of their wretched machine and said it was too ugly for their opulent mansions. It was stripped down. Every order Aizawa ignored, every spiteful compliance he knew would harm his own lord, and every bold rebuttal towards his superiors over the years came down harshly on him.
The wording was clear.
Leave before we pin you up for our sins.
Retirement didn't suit him, but it was better than the alternative. So when a letter came in, no pleasantries or apologies or woe-is's, just asking to meet up, Aizawa didn't have much else to do.
He certainly didn't want to admit something stirred in him to see Shinsou's name printed in the boy's own handwriting. Something that stirred more tumultuous upon seeing the young man with eyes like purple jade again.
“I trained you to carry your country’s banner, not wander the roads like a dog.”
hitoshi’s spread out on the desk, held in place by Aizawa’s capture weapon, completely naked and trembling from pleasure. aizawa’a between his thighs and eagerly working on his pink, flushed pussy with his mouth. three of the alpha’s fingers are ruthlessly pumping out of his hole.
he can barely breathe around the smothered moans and whimpers in his throat, can barely hear anything save for the sounds of his heart going wild against his rib cage and the lewd and filthy wet sounds his slick-soaked pussy made as Aizawa slurped up his slick like a dehydrated and starved man.
he’s been on a plateau of pleasure and edged for who knows how long, as aizawa savored him like he was a rare delicacy. their aroused pheromones hung heavy curtains in the air, and anyone passing by would have no misunderstandings as to what was happening behind the closed door.
not that anyone would’ve even cared. it’s hardly a secret hitoshi’s been writhing on aizawa’s cock. their scents have become so deeply entwined it’s the only possible explanation.
aizawa fucking shinsou through his thin, slick-soaked cotton panties because he forgot a condom and shinsou's not on birth control but he got a little bit too into it and tore through them with his dick and sprayed all his hot cum inside the moment he felt shinsou raw for the first time
he couldn't help but fuck him again after, and filling him up again and again as shinsou squirted around him, pussy clenching sporadically as he thrashes underneath aizawa
Teen mom Shinsou who gets that cute permanent flush because he's hot all the time (temperature and horny constantly)
Teen mom Shinsou who somehow makes everyone even thirstier for him in his skirt
Teen mom Shinsou who Aizawa thinks is the most radiant little whore in the world <3
Teen mom Shinsou who will threaten (and just will, period) to go get his new raring needs sated by the next closest schmuck (all of class A PRAYING to be next to Shinsou when that happens) if Aizawa won't give him any whenever he wants 😤😤
And teen mom Shinsou, who everyone expects to be a messy, horrible caregiver, is actually really good parent who loves to dress up their daughter, and makes Aizawa order her all the early-learning toys, and can't wait to start teaching her to read
And teen mom Shinsou who loves to make Aizawa hold her and see him dote all over her and takes so many pictures of his big scary man holding his wittle tiny baby🥹🥹
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⚠️Warnings and tags: domestic violence, A/B/O, alphaxalpha, erasermic
Evenings after school used to be chaotic rushes to bedtime for Hizashi. Shouta wouldn’t go home with him — had punks to hunt — and that worked out fine for the blond alpha roughly half of the time because while Hizashi loved Shouta, too much Shouta got on his nerves ritualistically.
It would start with a broody non-answer about his day, then a bare shrug when asked what he’d like for dinner, then maybe a moody huff or a frustrated stim under the table Hizashi knew the faint tremble off along Shouta’s arm while the blond was trying to power on and talk about upcoming events or whatever was on his radar.
So then Hizashi would just try to be quiet, and the noise in his head would slam into the wall of his mouth and build, build, build until he was practically dizzy and his toes felt staticky from clenching and unclenching his feet in his socks.
If Shouta was in a particularly bad mood, he might snap at Hizashi for stimming too energetically in his silence because the rustle of his clothes as he shook his leg or the tapping of his rings on each other or other surfaces or the scraping of his nail over the zipper of his jacket wasn’t silent; so Hizashi tried to preemptively curb that reaction by dampening himself.
At that point, they didn’t talk much outside of professional contexts, their apartment a war zone at Christmas. Sometimes, it all erupted because Shouta couldn’t handle it anymore than Hizashi could. They couldn’t handle each other’s gradually souring scents or the escalating spice of anger springing off itself and increasing threat velocity as it went. Alphas couldn’t mate off successfully. Hizashi would get so pissed when people fucking told him what to do–
Defeat crawled beneath his skin but he couldn’t swallow it — he couldn’t. Shades of three sets of sneakers on the rooftop burned and tore the seams of his mind. Broken promises cut like glass in his throat and rusted his mouth.
Sometimes, Hizashi threw his rusty daggers at the other alpha’s back and the ceasefire would evaporate in the blast radius. Shouta didn’t words when he was angry, the emotion tangling up all his logic and planning until the only thing that came out of him were brief threats to fuck off and animal warnings of the same color. Yet, it was always Hizashi who threw the first punch, and it was always Hizashi who ended up thrown like a sack of feathers to the floor or against the wall.
Truthfully, it was always Hizashi who started it anyway.
It was also him who would deflect them from breaking bones to biting lips, if Shouta was in a confrontational mood — sometimes he would just turn tail and leave.
Hizashi loved Shouta.
But he couldn’t fucking live with him.
But there was no one else he’d rather sit under the awning at UA and complain about the world with.
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So I'm a bit of a student of.. whatever strikes my fancy in the moment, and my interest in the mythological origins of succubus creatures went pretty deep when writing my one ShinKami story (and people constantly being like "a succubus is just whatever takes dick during sex, that's what the word means" pissing me off because root words have only baseline impacts on how real, living, thinking, stupid, smart, educated, uneducated human beings use those words.
(I would love to babble on about the discourse surrounding the word "xerophytic," for instance, but that's a lot of pedantic, boring nerd shit just to support my own opinion on things that also don't matter outside of this text box.)
So I'm gonna talk about how succubi and incubi work in my fantasy fics!🙏 It'll come back around to shinzawa eventually, as all things do, fear not, but this is my ship, goddamn it, I can steer us into that iceberg if I want to-
Succubus society is matriarchal (not egalitarian), and just like how we can talk broadly of mankind to include literally everyone, it's the same for them but femininity is the default instead of masculinity. However, they are demons, and their sphere, while horny, is based on Domination (maybe I should talk about how demons and spheres of influence work- idkidkidk ask if you want-). The succubi dominate their cross-neolithic-pre-industrial magical society, and will play at surface-level submission if it will get them something they want -- like a meal.
These are powerful lion-dragon ladies after all.
When succubi are born, they are usually born with a shadow -- a twinsie, if you will. That shadow is the incubus, and what he does is basically whatever she tells him to do. They are psychically and spiritually connected, and hunt together. Because succubi are the dominant ones, they just overwrite the will of their incubus until they're more like wild animals or 'cavemen' (think, stunted development). Succubi don't dominate in sex the way incubi do because of their intelligence. Sex is a psychological game of domination for them, whereas its about physical domination for the unadvanced incubi.
The twinsies share sustenance, magic, everything between them but you can bet the succubi are taking more of a 90/10 split on it.
When it comes to hunting, while you might be approached by a single or maybe a couple of succubi alone, there's definitely an incubus nearby ready to help if needed, or he's off stalking prey in the vicinity too.
Sometimes, a succubus is born without a shadow. In their society, these shadowless succubi are considered more spiritually and magically inclined since they won't be sharing resources with a stupid animal all the time. The queen who consumes her shadow during development is going to be one mean, powerful bitch, and she'll be sent to their temples for priestess training. She'll be destined to rule her own city.
On the other side of things, sometimes a shadow comes out of their river of names alone.
These matronless incubi aren't viewed very highly. The succubi look at them like pariahs. He is one who consumed his matron and stole her essence, treacherous from birth.
Without the domineering coddling of a succubus, these rare incubi grow and come to act far differently than others. There is no succubus to help him hunt or to feed him when times are lean or rally her sisters to build a home for him to share. He is alone. He does not stunt like the other incubi, needing to rely on his wit and abilities to live in a world that rejects his existence without his twin
Here, we enter mortal realms.
Humans and elves are largely unconvinced incubi can even survive alone since when a succubus is destroyed, her shadow dies too. It is known that succubi can survive alone and continue on after their incubus is destroyed, but mortal societies have never seen a solo incubus before.
.... but maybe I should talk about all that another time 😈 this is getting super long after all 🤷
Today we're continuing my incubus head-dump, but this time it's even more boring✨💅
I left off mentioning the mortal races don't believe in the existence of lone incubi.
My magical lore tends to be fairly consistent (in terms of how the magic system operates), so let me rattle off about that a second: It's very Naruto -- an integral part of being a living thing in my Magic AUs. The soul is the mana battery; it's just the word they've opted to call the core of power in everyone. That's why you can encounter little critters with magical abilities, why alchemy functions (every living thing has magical properties), how a being can be pulled from world to world. And if you run out of mana, like fully drained-gone, you die. Hence, soul-consuming species -- what the mortal races call demons -- are terrifying both as a concept and in practice.
I basically thought "apex predator for humans" and ran with it, if that helps paint the picture.
Which led to me considering apex predators of apex predators, which we don't have IRL because there's only so far up the food chain you can go before every meal is literally poison from the build up of minerals and chemicals. If you're unaware what I mean, I won't bleed all over this installation with animal facts, but researching how something like vitamin A and mercury travels through the food chain will fill you in. The point being, an apex of apex of apex hunters will have to rely on energy from other sources than flesh.
Uh-huh, souls✨ or in other terms, the raw energy of life itself.
Circling back around to succubi, this doesn't imply they can't eat meat and plants. Omnivorism is inevitably going to be the make-or-break of intelligent species, where the ultimate source of energy is going to be less common than the lesser sources (this is where I might begin to ramble on and bore you about hunter-gatherer societies being primarily vegetarian or subsisting on rats and other small creatures as a meat source rather than big hulking mammoths, but all that is a bit beyond the scope of my stupid little gay demon lore post). I just wanted to plant that point before moving on~
So how do we summon a demon? Well, I mentioned the 'river of names' in the last post and noted demons aren't made through the exchange of genetic material. They accumulate as magical mass; you could think of it as spiritual clumps of binary code slowly building up over time like debris in the ocean until enough pieces come together to make something. These bodies of flowing mana-mass are, to the intelligent demon species', Rivers of Names. The binary coding I reference is their name. That name is a language so primordial it rings with the radiating tones of the universe's first breath. It is literally who they are, what they're made of, and holds influence over how they think, feel, act, etc. Their "nature," you might say.
So you can probably imagine just how important names are to demons.
I call them an etymonomic people. Literally- words govern them. And their -nomics are the threads of their literal beings. If you know a particular demon's nomic, their governing name, you can basically do anything to them. You could even rearrange their nomic, change them into something else, someone else. (Yes, I do also enjoy TES games.)
All kinds of races take part in this nomic manipulation. Transconfiguration is a fairly common concept. Children hiding from parents by turning themselves into one of their stuffed animals to escape chores- tales as old as time.
But so that's why you'll find demons being a little precious about people knowing, you know, who they are. So a lot demons will come up with pseudonyms or will be given a pseudonym by their kin to go by instead of their literal life-code.
Shall I talk about summoning magic...? 🤔mmmmm well, if anyone's read this far, I guess they won't mind a little more babbling-
Summoning works by yoinking a bitch from somewhere else -- not breaking any molds here. You don't need a nomic to summon something, either, you just need to know enough of that species' code to get a member of that species. So enter summoning signs: these are your mathematic formulas- your x equals b minus the square root of b minus c over two-times a (or something 🥴jesus it's been almost long enough to say decades--plural--since I've even thought about the quadratic formula) for yoinking a bitch. So you can trial and error your way to a successful summoning if you know a core formula for what you're trying to summon.
So you got your quadratic formula for yoinking- great, but you want a specific individual. You need both the formula and that individual's etymonomic identity. Like the call centers calling you about a loan you totally took out recently. The demons hate that.
Now, if you get a, say, succubus that you like, you can form a pact with them! Pacts are two-way consensual contacts that gives you the right to star-sixty-nine this lion-dragon person at will, but they will also have the ability to hang up on you/reject your summon if she's busy being a baddie elsewhere; assuming she's strong enough to fight your yoinking.
Alright, you've made it to the bell.
Before I release you for lunch, I just wanted to thank you for spending your precious time here on my stupid do-nothing lore! 😊😊🖤✨
I'll finally get on with the mortal races and how this comes back to shinzawa and how incubi work in the next session~🙂↕️I'm sure there is exactly one person invested in that at this point and its me.
Guys.... Hitoshi is an under ground operative. If this was marvel he'd be a shield agent. He knows how to dress!!! He knows how to honey trap!!!!! Stop making him a gross slouch. Please give me toshi stunting on the hoes pleaseeeee
present mic who has cold hands due to poor circulation and warms his hands by fingering shinsou's pussy right before class
present mic who doesn't wash his hands after he fingers shinsou and shoves those wet fingers in his mouth as his eyes roll back in his head at the taste and unbuckles his belt to stroke his cock
present mic who casually goes through his day with the scent of shinsou's pussy on his fingers and the lingering taste of his slick on his tongue
present mic who will grab shinsou after school and shove his face between his thighs and pocket his panties as he sends shinsou on his way to aizawa
placing his slick sodden panties in the pocket of aizawa's hero costume just to see him press it to his nose and shove it in his mouth
rubbing his pussy only on the forming knot of aizawa's cock just to see him beg to put it in already, "baby, I know you want my knot, just lemme put in in and make you feel good—please!"
shinsou baring his neck to aizawa during training sessions just to see him breakdown in agony as he holds himself back
before they even get together, every heat shinsou had he would sent videos of him riding his heat aids and whining aizawa's name as he squirts
during lunch at school, shinsou will enter the teacher's lounge soaked and needy, scent like sin and make the faculty panic as aizawa ushers him into an empty classroom to take care of him
shinsou who will purposely slick whenever aizawa talks to see his breath hitch and voice stutter before he continues trying to ignore the growing scent of arousal
fucking in the backseat of aizawa's car because shinsou wouldn't stop squirming and pressing his thighs together as aizawa was driving
omega shinsou taking advantage of his status to act horny and scheme his way into getting his favorite hero's mating bite
"accidentally" calling aizawa alpha whenever he gets mad and biting his lip as he flushes and aizawa's stood stock-still, blue-screening and anger fading fast
Omega Shinsou willing to be the evil people told him he was because of his quirk just so he can achieve a better life with a higher standard of living☝️
Attaching unhealthily to Aizawa because he's everything. The picture of an ideal alpha, all big and strong and stoic with only minor anger issues; hairy and tall and dark and handsome; unapproachable and unattainable. But Shinsou knows what's beneath all that constipated alpha walling-off bullshit -- anxiety, fatigue, desperately wishing he didn't have to be the one in charge, too exhausted to even take care of himself properly because he has to give that energy to everyone else.
And Shinsou thinks that's perfect 😍 Aizawa just needs someone else to take command! Shove him back in his place behind them and protect him like a feral animal. Push him back, pin him down, don't worry about what to do with his big worthless alpha dick- Shinsou knows how best to use this 🙂↕️just be quiet, Omega knows best what Omega likes, and isn't that what Alpha wants?
Shinsou will parade Aizawa around on a leash to show who this alpha belongs to, if he has to 😤
He knows how to take care of his man😤😤don't even fight it, Don't Hurt Omega! Isn't Omega cute? Aren't you honored?? be a good Alpha now shushshush 😤😤😤
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honestlyyy the shinzawa blogs i’ve stumbled upon these past few days have made me wanna make my own side blog but idk while i do adore other hcs im just too obsessed w shinsou being an omega and having a pussy ahsjdjfkf i feel it would just be boring to others 😭
WAHHH, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 💖💖💖 AND THANK *YOU* SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!! 🫶
you should totally go for it!!! making this shinzawa blog has been one of the greatest highlights of my year so far and I mostly post about freakass kinks lmao, omega, pussy haver shinsou will always be welcomed here!!! not boring at all!!! BARK BARK BARK
like down bad aizawa having to hold his breath around omega shinsou because he smells SO GOOD and he might break and mate him otherwise!! OMEGA SHINSOU ALWAYS WELCOMED!!! PUSSY HAVER SHINSOU ALWAYS WELCOMED TOO!! THE COMBINATION IS TOO POWERFUL ARGHHH—!!!
@dreamvevo hit us with that pussyqueen Shinsou blog💅 I will springboard with you all day
vern's blog has been the type of cross cultural shinsou chaos we've been needing so I agree their blog slaps: not saying I don't love all our feral freaks here equally, because I absolutely do, but the omega Shinsou content has been lacking 😤 there is 100% a gap open, stake your claim, homie
So I'm a bit of a student of.. whatever strikes my fancy in the moment, and my interest in the mythological origins of succubus creatures went pretty deep when writing my one ShinKami story (and people constantly being like "a succubus is just whatever takes dick during sex, that's what the word means" pissing me off because root words have only baseline impacts on how real, living, thinking, stupid, smart, educated, uneducated human beings use those words.
(I would love to babble on about the discourse surrounding the word "xerophytic," for instance, but that's a lot of pedantic, boring nerd shit just to support my own opinion on things that also don't matter outside of this text box.)
So I'm gonna talk about how succubi and incubi work in my fantasy fics!🙏 It'll come back around to shinzawa eventually, as all things do, fear not, but this is my ship, goddamn it, I can steer us into that iceberg if I want to-
Succubus society is matriarchal (not egalitarian), and just like how we can talk broadly of mankind to include literally everyone, it's the same for them but femininity is the default instead of masculinity. However, they are demons, and their sphere, while horny, is based on Domination (maybe I should talk about how demons and spheres of influence work- idkidkidk ask if you want-). The succubi dominate their cross-neolithic-pre-industrial magical society, and will play at surface-level submission if it will get them something they want -- like a meal.
These are powerful lion-dragon ladies after all.
When succubi are born, they are usually born with a shadow -- a twinsie, if you will. That shadow is the incubus, and what he does is basically whatever she tells him to do. They are psychically and spiritually connected, and hunt together. Because succubi are the dominant ones, they just overwrite the will of their incubus until they're more like wild animals or 'cavemen' (think, stunted development). Succubi don't dominate in sex the way incubi do because of their intelligence. Sex is a psychological game of domination for them, whereas its about physical domination for the unadvanced incubi.
The twinsies share sustenance, magic, everything between them but you can bet the succubi are taking more of a 90/10 split on it.
When it comes to hunting, while you might be approached by a single or maybe a couple of succubi alone, there's definitely an incubus nearby ready to help if needed, or he's off stalking prey in the vicinity too.
Sometimes, a succubus is born without a shadow. In their society, these shadowless succubi are considered more spiritually and magically inclined since they won't be sharing resources with a stupid animal all the time. The queen who consumes her shadow during development is going to be one mean, powerful bitch, and she'll be sent to their temples for priestess training. She'll be destined to rule her own city.
On the other side of things, sometimes a shadow comes out of their river of names alone.
These matronless incubi aren't viewed very highly. The succubi look at them like pariahs. He is one who consumed his matron and stole her essence, treacherous from birth.
Without the domineering coddling of a succubus, these rare incubi grow and come to act far differently than others. There is no succubus to help him hunt or to feed him when times are lean or rally her sisters to build a home for him to share. He is alone. He does not stunt like the other incubi, needing to rely on his wit and abilities to live in a world that rejects his existence without his twin
Here, we enter mortal realms.
Humans and elves are largely unconvinced incubi can even survive alone since when a succubus is destroyed, her shadow dies too. It is known that succubi can survive alone and continue on after their incubus is destroyed, but mortal societies have never seen a solo incubus before.
.... but maybe I should talk about all that another time 😈 this is getting super long after all 🤷
