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Shinzawaduster where Aizawa has trained Shinsou as in canon but flat out refuses to take him on in an internship, trying to ‚protect‘ him or something. Shinsou hasn‘t really listened over being petulant.
(Real reason being Aizawa has eyes and noticed the way Shinsou would look at him if not very obviously flaunting that tight little body of his around in the gym, hoping for a rise out of him. And he‘s not going to touch one of his students, no matter how pretty he is when he is actively hounding an older man down for cock.)
So yeah uh… we just pretend Knuckleduster is not a vigilante and can in fact take up interns. Shinsou choosing him of course. Because if he can‘t have his hot teacher he‘ll take the next best; which is also a teacher (lite) and with muscles that could snap him in half.
KD doesn‘t have the same silly hangups as Aizawa does.
Aizawa full on pausing and staring first class in the morning when Shinsou looks flushed and dewy and 🤌freshly fucked🤌 with a smarmy little smirk on his face.
Aizawa being his own worst enemy at every single turn. Can not believe that this hyper sexual, needy teen would turn around and offer that peach up to the next best guy. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT WOULD HAPPEN???
Certainly not Aizawa who rather punishes himself with lone showers, fucking his own fist against the tiles and thinking about Hitoshi's rosy mouth and flushed cheeks after a training session.
And now KNUCKLEDUSTER of all people gets to have that. the THOUGHT of this huge brute bending over Hitoshi and trying to make it fit one terribly fat inch at a time.
He tries to rationalize it into 'he is just angry that someone would take advantage of one of his precious students' but in reality it's jealousy and he can't bear the thought of Shinsou going on his knees for KD while he probably thrones on a garbage can and gets drunk on beer, trying to tell his VERY IMPRESSIONABLE intern that it is part of his training...
(Oguro does say something along those lines. Shinsou sees right through that ofc but he realizes he kind of likes them dumb so it only gets him hotter.)
⚠️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.
Shinzawaduster where Aizawa has trained Shinsou as in canon but flat out refuses to take him on in an internship, trying to ‚protect‘ him or something. Shinsou hasn‘t really listened over being petulant.
(Real reason being Aizawa has eyes and noticed the way Shinsou would look at him if not very obviously flaunting that tight little body of his around in the gym, hoping for a rise out of him. And he‘s not going to touch one of his students, no matter how pretty he is when he is actively hounding an older man down for cock.)
So yeah uh… we just pretend Knuckleduster is not a vigilante and can in fact take up interns. Shinsou choosing him of course. Because if he can‘t have his hot teacher he‘ll take the next best; which is also a teacher (lite) and with muscles that could snap him in half.
KD doesn‘t have the same silly hangups as Aizawa does.
Aizawa full on pausing and staring first class in the morning when Shinsou looks flushed and dewy and 🤌freshly fucked🤌 with a smarmy little smirk on his face.
Penny/Everyone – Part 2/2 – CNC/rapeplay; vaginal sex; anal sex; forced; slapping; spitting; choking – Penny is such a good and willing victim.
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They’re doing it up at the bathhouse because it is easy clean up and at night nobody can hear her scream. And scream she does. Shane’s ears are ringing by the time Kent grabs her by the throat and chokes her until she’s mute, her eyes huge and tears already streaming down her cheeks.
Shane takes a little step forward then, unsure if maybe her drunk ramblings had really just been that. Maybe he unleashed a horde of wolves onto an unsuspecting rabbit – until he sees her taking a swiping lick at Kent’s retreating fingers, mouth opening all on its own before any of the guys could tell her to open her ‘fucking mouth cunt’.
She wants this. Penny really truly and honestly wants this, and Shane is just standing off to the side and watches like the most miserable cuck in the universe.
‘Cause he isn’t allowed to use his dick, obviously. He’s just a cocksleeve – just like Penny is becoming now. An even better one, obviously; because she got more holes to violate.
Penny’s pussy is shaved completely and kind of fascinating to look at. Maybe it’s because it’s so small and naked, or because most of these guys haven’t seen an actual cunt in ages, but they’re all rounding on her and just watching while Penny is still a bit delirious and trying to catch her breath after getting choked.
Like it’s some form of ritual, one after another gathers saliva and spits onto her pussy. Her legs twitch weakly every time she hears the gross retching. She lifts her hands to try and do… something, but Gunther and Kent are quick to react, stepping onto her wrists and crushing them against the ground like they’ve done a million times to Shane when he had to be fucked into the mood.
Linus spreads her legs and slaps his cock against her mound. That gets Penny to wake up out of her stupor. Her voice is hoarse now and doesn’t bounce off the walls of the bathhouse quite that egregiously as she starts begging them not to.
Shane shuffles closer. He needs a better look. He needs to see how Linus rubs his short, fat cock against her chubby pussy lips, nudging his tip against her clit over and over until her hips hitch up and she practically offers her hole.
He doesn’t expect her eyes to land on him; or for her to start begging him to help her. Shane stares back with his mouth slightly agape, fingers creeping over toward his fly. Nobody had told him that he could not get off to watching them rape her, and nobody says anything as he pulls out his dick.
The look of shock and betrayal on Penny’s face is hotter than he would ever have imagined.
She throws her head back when Linus enters her, her throat swelling and flushing with a cry that’s lodged in there somewhere. He pushes in dry, of course, because he wants her to feel it. It’s only made worse by the fact that he’s smiling at her, looking like the sweetest grandpa as he ruts into her pussy and forces her to take the insane girth that he’s sporting.
When Penny starts screaming again, Kent leans down and plasters his hand across her nose and mouth until her face goes a little blue and she finally calms down again.
She’s a lot more agreeable after that. Stops struggling so much. Reaches for their cocks. Sucks on their balls when Gunther squats above her face to offer them up to her and smear his genitals across her sweaty, tear stained features.
The more they rut into her, the wetter the sounds are getting. She’s practically leaking around them, her cunt swollen and flushed in her excitement, clit standing proud for them to pinch and abuse with little slaps so she’d squeal like a pig.
Eventually they turn her around; get her on all fours so Gunther can grab her by the hair and hold her head still as he fucks her throat hard enough to get his freshly tongue-washed balls slapping against her chin.
She does a good job of sucking dick, too; her eyes glassy and tears still occasionally dripping down her brick red cheeks as she tries to suck despite Gunther’s pace being far too quick.
And then Kent takes up position behind her. He spreads her cheeks and eyes the starfish of her hole, rubbing a thumb across it a few times.
It gets Penny to tense up, her eyes going wide as a spooked colt’s as she realizes what is about to happen.
In Shane’s mind Kent is being exceptionally gentle about it because he does spit on her back door a few times and lets Linus chip in some moisture as well before he starts to cram fuck his cock into her struggling body.
She reaches back, wildly slapping at whatever she can find while Gunther holds her head now tight, cock lodged as deep as it will go.
Kent catches her hand and twists it up her back until she calms down. Shane wonders if he should tell them to be a bit more gentle with her. She’s a woman, after all; she’s more delicate and this is her first time getting accosted by a bunch of guys, but he’s quiet because he can see how there is a long string of slick dripping from her overeager cunt and actually he is a bit afraid he might draw their attention on him instead.
It’s hot to witness her getting raped in the ass; it’s hot to watch her hole go red and swollen, clinging to the shaft reaming it and just giving up on trying to squeeze it back out altogether.
His cock is in his hand, strangled by him unable to focus on two things at once, mouth hanging open, ears filled with both the sound of her throat clicking wet around Gunther deep dicking her and not letting her come up for air, as well as Kent grunting low in his throat whenever he manages to bottom out.
It’s a bit of a surprise for everyone involved when at some point, Penny suddenly folds into herself like a house of cards. They’ve underestimated the time they cut off her air, so Gunther pulls back, strings of saliva and precum still stretching between her mouth and his dick.
Kent pulls out too, but only to admire her gaping asshole for a moment before rolling her onto his back and squeezing his dick right back in. Shane feels a little short of breath himself, watching them casually continue to rape her ragdoll body.
He’s got her legs up and thrown over one of his shoulders to make the entry into her backdoor tighter once again, and when that isn’t enough to wake her from her unconsciousness, Linus slaps her cheeks a few times until she blinks awake, disoriented and afraid.
Penny breaks out into tears when she realizes what’s happening. Linus throws his leg across her chest, nearly sitting his ass down on her tits and offers her his cock. Her mouth opens immediately despite her sniffles, sucking him down her greedy throat.
She comes at one point; her whole body going taut and shaking like she has a seizure. She’s even squirting for them; she’s that much of a whore. She forgets all about playing hard to get, crawling from one cock to the next, nosing it like an animal to try and get another rise out of them. Saying Please and Thank you when they slap her around; going so far as to offering up her swollen cheeks.
Shane peers into her eyes when the guys finally call it a night. She is there, but not really. She looks completely out of it and absolutely elated, dripping cum from her holes that they’ve fucked without protection.
Ok ok ok so since we are on the topic of a/b/o headcanons, especially Shinzawa, I want to humbly throw my own thoughts into the ring.
mainly because I'm a big fiend for dominant/big guys getting topped by smaller ones. And also because I like bitching. And pussies.
So!
in A/B/O settings, everybody having a dick and pussy as a default and it basically shakes out to what your hormonal balance is as to how developed something is. So someone presenting as an Alpha would have a much more developed dick as opposed to an Omega.
can be changed up over time depending on the strength of the hormones inside the body (->bitching :) ... but also trans people having the time of their lives)
because the thought of big Alphas with the cutest little unused cunts is making me feral :) in that vein, I would think all testicles are internal, which is definitely sad, but might be an evil I am willing to take. Still undecided on that one, though. Might also be just a spur of the moment decision.
That is all to say: I need Omega Hitoshi to be a bit dominant and a bit feral and a bit mean on principle. He's done being trampled upon due to his Quirk. He's going to make the people around him respect him.
Aizawa sensei already does but he's cute and Hitoshi wants him so he might as well take :) sensei is so much bigger he could deffo get out of it if he wanted to. So obviously he's into getting pinned down by pretty little Omega and getting pretty little Omega cock rutted against his pretty little Alpha cunt. mmh hm hm
Penny/Everyone – Part ½ – CNC/rapeplay; vaginal sex; anal sex; forced; slapping; watersports – Penny has a question and doesn't know she's come to the perfect person to ask it.
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“I mean it’s just… it’s not fair, you know?!” Penny leans forward when Gus throws the corner she and Shane are sitting in a worried look. She lowers her voice, but the petulant whine in it is still apparent, which is kind of inspiring in and off itself in Shane’s opinion. “It’s just-” she repeats but this time her voice is dipped lower.
He watches her warily. He hadn’t known she is this much of a light weight; not with her mother being the Pam. But he has to admit that it’s also a bit funny watching her lose her inhibitions.
She’s so close to him now that he can smell the gentle floral perfume she must put on in the mornings when she gets ready to take care of the kids. Ready to be a productive member of society.
“It’s just that there are so many cocks in this town and I don’t get any of them,” she suddenly says with such vehemence that it takes Shane a second or two to fully grasp what she said. His eyes snap to her; narrowing.
Is this… some kind of joke? Is she making fun of him? What is this? But no, she’s just flushed from alcohol, strands of hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks, eyes huge and a little glassy but very intense as she reaches out and grabs his forearm.
“There are so many cocks and I don’t get any of them,” she repeats once more.
He licks his lips, fingers drumming against his own beer. “But… you want them?” he asks slowly, carefully. Trying to figure out what the fuck it is they’re doing here.
“Fuck yeah,” she whispers so explosively that Shane surreptitiously turns to peer around. See if anybody sees or hears the same shit he is. Nobody is paying them any attention, thankfully; it’s a slow night. Nobody but Gus who is polishing glasses and just staring at them, his eyes heavy lidded.
Makes Shane feel unsafe.
Makes him feel horny.
He turns back toward Penny, insides growing hotter by the second, cock wanting to sit up and take notice. Her face is pinched and sincere. They’re both grown up in this town; he thinks they might be considered friends. Probably enough in her mind that she would tell him this. Her fingers are fever hot on his arm and she’s still having a grip on him to not let him get away.
That alone turns him on and that’s fucked up right? That he’s been Pavlov’d into needing to be held down to get off?
And it’s like Penny has a direct goddamn hot wire into Shane’s brain because she says the most insane thing that could come out of her lovely little mouth: “You think I’m rape-able?”
He fists his beer harder, jerking it up to his ash dry mouth while eying Penny’s expression. She’s not even looking at him. Just looks pensive and is pouting like a brat that has gotten her way way too many times.
“The fuck are you saying?” he asks finally when he swallowed his beer and thinks that he hasn’t hallucinated her saying that.
“Just,” she says, voice thankfully quiet this time around. “That I really wanna be held down. Like against my will. Someone to force themselves on me, you know? Really let me know my place. Just… you know. Get raped.”
Shane does know. Fuck. He does know, but he is quiet and just staring at her, horrified and fascinated in equal measure by the absolute filth that is spilling out from her. He’s never heard her so much as swear, much less… this. Penny continues unhindered, unaware of his thoughts: “I want to like… struggle, and I want them to make it hurt. I want them to…” Her face gets less animated suddenly; almost a mask, as if someone had snapped their fingers and put her under hypnosis, glassy stare a hundred miles wide: “I want them to make me bleed on their cocks and slap me when I start to cry. Like really… really slap me.”
She lifts her hand in trance and puts it against her cheek, flushed with excitement and alcohol. She bites her lip. For a second she actually looks close to tears, lifting her watery gaze up to Shane. “I just want to feel desired. It’s been a year since I had my last cock, Shane.”
She says that with a petulant edge to her voice, diffusing the severity of her mood swing from before. Penny looks dreamy; like she is describing her perfect date with Prince Charming instead of wanting to get brutally raped in some nasty alley or something.
She sighs and swallows the last of her beer before putting her chin in her hand. The other one is still on Shane’s forearm, now slowly petting him there. She looks so deep in thought; miles away while Shane is stewing in his own juice, sitting there, wondering if this is some kind of fucked up post alcohol-binge dream.
Maybe he’s dying in the gutter somewhere and this is the best his eroding brain can come up with.
Fuck he is hard.
He thrusts his other hand beneath the table and cups his cock against his thigh. Everything feels hot and slick; pre dribbling liberally because he’s always been a wet and messy fuck. He doesn’t think Penny even registers he is touching himself to her fantasies, but he can feel Gus’ heavy stare penetrating the back of his skull.
It’s like a promise and that makes him nauseous and excited all in one.
Penny sighs again and swivels her gaze toward him. She does it in a way that looks laborious; like she has to really focus on making herself move like a normal human being. She looks at him with the saddest doe-eyes and asks once more: “Do you think I’m rape-able, Shane?”
He licks his lips, the little hairs on his body standing on edge, insides twisting up tight and needy. Should he encourage this? Once he opens that particular pandora’s box, he is certain that nobody will close it again.
Those nasty fucks will hunt her down and fuck her whenever they damn well please.
He stares at Penny’s face, looking so pretty and lovely with her wet lips bitten and swollen and her cheeks flushed with excitement. A few strands of hair still sticking to her sweaty skin. She looks fucked already. But…
She could look raped, too. He tries to imagine her face with her lip split and sluggishly bleeding; with her cheeks swollen, maybe starting to turn a bit bruised from getting slapped around.
With her eyes overflowing with tears, as she begs the guys to stop – and they aren’t doing it. They won’t listen to a word she says. Would she hate Shane afterwards? Would she try to go to the police? Would she figure out that now she’s in their net and she won’t be able to leave town without permission? Without a chaperone? Without spreading her legs and paying for the privilege?
“Yeah,” he finally rasps, blood pulsing hot and overwhelming through his veins. “I think you are.” He swallows thickly, voice cracking: “Very rape-able.”
omega hitoshi asking midnight for lessons in seduction and sensuality — better to be a honeytrap for his quirk responses, though he’ll keep his taunts in his little toolbox — and decides to practice on his classmates and random people, and, most importantly, shouta, an alpha
an alpha whose patience is a thin, thin, thin frayed rope just about to collapse every day he watches hitoshi flirt and bashfully smile, big doe eyes wide and enthralling, lavender and patchouli scent tantalizing as it seeps through the uniforms’ scent-neutralizing fabrics
it’s only the fact hitoshi has kept it to words and sweet smiles that shouta hasn’t gone on a complete feral rampage and claiming the little tease then and there in the hallway, for everyone to see, to know, just who this beautiful, frustrating omega belongs to
then midnight introduces the power of touch and scent
and when shouta witnesses some random worthless alpha crowding his omega, touching his omega, and his omega peering up at them through his eyelashes, face flushed and smile sweet, an echo of victory in those lavender eyes
shouta snaps
before hitoshi’s even aware of the demon he’s unleashed into the general public (and into his den), the omega is whimpering and writhing as shouta’s thick cock ruthlessly pumps into his wet, aching pussy, mating gland swollen and buzzing from shouta’s alpha-venom and pheromones
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sorry if this is rusty ahdjdjd this is my first time writing shinzawa outside of a private rp server ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
FIRST OF ALL, THIS IS SO GOOD!! MY EYES ARE BLESS, MY CROPS WATERED, OP I LOVE THIS!! 💖💖💖 🙌 OMEGA SHINSOU MY BELOVED!!
AND AIZAWA MAULING HIM IN PUBLIC!! IN FRONT OF EVERYONE—STAKING HIS CLAIM RIGHT THEN AND THERE, FUCK YESS!! PUBLIC SEX AND HE BITES HIM??? OHHHH ABSOLUTELY 💯 ALPHA VENOM OHH MY GOD
AND MIDNIGHT BEING THE ONE TO TEACH HIM THE ROPES OF SEDUCTION AND IMMEDIATELY USING THAT ON AIZAWA, I AM ON MY KNEES
AND YESS SHOUTA HONESTLY HAD NO CHOICE. EVERYONE KNOWS NOT TO GO AFTER AN ALPHA’S OMEGA AND IF THEY DO BRACE YOURSELF FOR CONSEQUENCES SO ITS NOT THAT SURPRISING
CUE NEDZU ALREADY HAVING THE CLEAN UP AND PR SWEEP READY cause it’s totally a coincident that alpha’s dead body showed up two weeks later shouta had nothing to do with it he was cuddling his omega in their nest officer
AND ALPHA VENOM IS A LIL MECHANIC I ALWAYS PUT IN MY OMEGAVERSE ; BASICALLY DEPENDENT ON THE GLAND IT CAN TRIGGER A MATE BOND, A PACK BOND, SUBMISSION AND/OR GROUNDING BXS IF YOURE FERAL. FOR THE BONDS ITS LIKE IT SEEPS INTO YOUR DNA AND ENTWINES YOU SOUL-DEEP TO THE ALPHA
FOR BETAS, THEIR SALIVA HAS HEALING PROPERTIES AND CAN INDUCE A CALMING SORT OF HIGH STATE. THEY CAN HEAL SMALL INJURIES BY LICKING THEM (A HILARIOUS IMAGE I KNOW), AND SCIENCE HAS MADE IT SO THEY CAN EXTRACT THE SPECIFIC CHEMICAL COMPOUNDS INVOLVED AND CREATE SUPER EFFECTIVE HEALING SALVES. SO THERES ALSO A SYNTHETIC DRUG BASED ON IT KNOWN AS SERENITY AND ITS UIGHLY ADDICTIFE
FOR OMEGAS, TOUCH AND SCENT ARE SOOTHING, CAN INDUCE A SENSE OF SAFETY COMFORT AND BELONGING AND VERY USEFUL IN KEEPING FERAL PACKMATES GROUNDED ENOUGH TO NOT TEAR DOWNTOWN TO SHREDS . CAN ALSO LULL SOMEONE TO SLEEP
A treat! A treat! It isn't even Halloween or my birthday! 😩
Everyone having something a lil special going on in their mouths is a nice addition for the lore book✨
In mine, they synthesize the core components of dynamic scents because everyone is to patch up in public but, of course, certain types of people can't handle being mistaken for someone below their station so faux-a/b/o pheromones that are just the barest idea of an alpha/beta/omega. Not enough to upset anyone but enough that your business partners won't mistake you for some beta secretary 💅 Obvi, alpha falsies are the most common but the others exist too, and trans folks use them more often than tiny macho men and, like, spies needing to go undercover (✿◡‿◡)
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 🤷
Uuhhh sorry but I‘m actually kind of obsessed with this now 👀👀👀 that‘s such a fun concept omg. Love that twin aspect?? Love that they‘re both domineering but in different flavors… love that there are variants where only 1 exists and they have vastly different connotations.
Hanzo/Tentacles – Part 2/2 – cis!Hanzo; virgin!Hanzo; nipple play; oviposition; mind break; drugging –Hanzo is always such a thankful victim.
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It’s overstimulating, to say the least. Hanzo had not thought that being touched like that would set fireworks off in his belly. As he hangs there in the tentacles and feels more and more how helpless he is against doing anything at all other than feel, it begins to occur to him that maybe… just maybe, he has been severely touch starved.
There is no other reasoning in his mind for why he would react like this. Why he would whimper at the slow cup of a tentacle beneath his pecs. The creature somehow manages to squeeze them as if they were breasts, two more tentacles coming up to lightly rub across his nipples and set them aflame in an all too mind numbingly wonderful way.
His cock has long since taken the memo that it should warm up to the gentle ministrations of the cosmic horror. It has filled out all without Hanzo needing to do anything, standing proud and flushed, the tip having pushed from the hood almost on its own. A very dexterous tentacle is wrapped around his shaft, the silky tip having wriggled its way between his glans and the foreskin, rolling around it until halted by Hanzo’s frenulum.
The creature seems fascinated by it. As soon as his hood has been pushed down and all those fine little skin folds have appeared, that same tiny tentacle tip is starting to rub against them until he can feel it down into his toes.
He can move his limbs, but he is hyper aware of each and every nerve ending because somehow it appears that getting his nipples plucked and suckled by one of the many orifices has that connected to his perineum which begins to ache all too sweetly for attention.
Has he said it out loud? Or maybe the creature can hear his thoughts, because it slowly lets go of his equally aching testicles and instead rubs up behind them, pressing against his perineum and making Hanzo see stars. He throws his head back, mouth open on a wet gasp once again. The fuzzy feeling doesn’t leave his brain or his limbs.
The tentacle between his cheeks slides further down, toys with the tight virgin clench of his hole and sends even more sensation steam rolling up into his stomach. It feels like a punch; but even deeper. Even more breath taking.
Has father mishandled him, maybe? Has he been remiss in not only cleaning his living weapon but also keeping it in good use?
Maybe that is why Genji is allowed so much more leeway these days? Father must have recognized that Hanzo is severely lacking. That a mere strong hand about his throat would render him into a whining mess, seeking more contact, more attention, more love by whoever it is that managed to touch him.
The creature begins to push inside and a whimpery whine slithers from his throat. Unbecoming of the heir of the Shimada. He is not bringing honor to his name or his ancestors. He is helpless in the wake of the incessant pressure filling him. He bears down on sheer instinct, trying to push the intrusion right back out of his struggling, confused, virgin body, but that seems to only excite the monster more.
The movement of its tentacles grows faster; they flick across the desperately hardened peaks of his nipples and send shockwaves of lust through his body to collide against the shore of his inexperience.
He is pummeled and battered from all sides and there is no gentle voice whispering in his ear to calm himself. Nothing to shush him and tell him that it is alright. That he will live through this. That he will be taken care of. That he might get taken apart, but he will also be put together again.
Or maybe there is. The silence has its own personality; cushioning in Hanzo’s throaty, desperate exclaims as he is filled and filled and filled. Is this what sex feels like? Maybe it is just a shadow of the real thing? How would he know? Maybe the creatures is exceptionally gentle and careful and Hanzo is reacting way too much; makes a fool of himself when he doesn’t have to; but his nerve endings are hot and overstimulated and he feels like his belly is bulging with how much tentacle has already been crammed into his pathetically struggling insides.
The wave is growing; a fat ball filled with water sitting low in his abdomen and making him feel like he is about to split wide open. He’s drooling, tongue hanging out of his mouth and he can’t do anything about it, focused on his burning virgin rim stretched around the slick tentacle wriggling this way and that way… trying to make more room for… for…
“Ah-” It’s less a cry and more a whimper when he feels the first stretch entering him. His brain feels foggy still, delirious; soft and submissive; no protest coming from him even though he knows with startling clarity that it is an egg filling him. And another one. And another still. Deposited inside his body for safe keeping.
He can feel how pleased the monster is by how well he is taking it. How soft his muscles become, receptive for its love and care.
The tentacle wrapped around his cock is holding him in a secure and tight grip; the one pressing against his perineum is rubbing back-and-forth in tiny loving movements. Does it love him? Truly? Or maybe it’s just the poison that it has filled his body with making him believe everything he needs to believe to remain calm.
Let himself be deflowered by a cosmic horror and filled with its eggs. His stomach is swelling. He can feel it. He can feel it like the orgasm that is brewing, making him even more dumb, even more needy.
His little excursions with his own hand are nothing in comparison to this: feeling his hole wrenched wide open, hearing the wet squelch of the creature fucking him and depositing eggs and slick in equal measures.
It’s nothing in comparison to having his prostate pressed from the inside and the outside and explode in a firework of colors and distorted noises, cum shooting in an arc from his desperately flushed erection, only to vanish into the darkness below.
More tentacles come up. Pet his body. Wipe the sweat off his brow. One slides against his cheek, then into his open, panting mouth to play with his tongue.
Is that its form of a kiss? Tears form in the corners of his eyes thinking that this creature had taken that from him as well. His insides feel hot and mushy just like his head. He is cradled and held, but also still filled with tentacle until apparently it deems the chance for him to expel the sensitive cargo as non existent.
By that time, Hanzo feels changed. There’s affection blooming in his chest. He is exhausted but fulfilled, limbs shaky as a newborn fawns as he is lifted up high and gently put outside the mine shaft right back into the forest. Naked and covered in the marks of the monster’s lust; thick slick dripping from his red, swollen hole. No longer a virgin.
Already craving a new filling.
He is on all fours, one arm curling about his swollen stomach, cradling the eggs. He’s pregnant now. A… mother.
Hanzo blinks slowly. He misses his monstrous lover; wants to turn right back around and throw himself back into the abyss – but he can feel it gently brushing up against his mind, urging him to get up. Get back to his family.
LOOK I LOVE SHINZAWA DON'T GET ME WRONG BUT I WOULD LOVE IF SHINSOU RODE MIC'S FACE JUST TO KEEP HIM QUIET!!!
or shinsou with muzzle trauma muzzling hizashi because otherwise he'd be way to loud, so it's just strangled moans as shinsou rides his dick
or having shinsou deciding mic's an easier target and seducing him instead! like "yes sensei you are my favorite hero, can I intern with you one day?" COULD YOU IMAGINE!??! IF THAT WAS CANON INSTEAD?!?
"teach me how to use my voice, sensei" BARK BARK BARK
Have you considered Sojiro, in trying to get a measure of his son’s capabilities as an heir, demands that Hanzo demonstrates by fucking Genji. But Sojiro is so unimpressed by the display that he takes matters into his own hands and mounts up behind Hanzo (who’s still desperately trying to fuck Genji) and shows him how it’s done. Sets the pace. Cue Hanzo losing his mind and Genji, fairly squished underneath them both, having a great time.
Love the thought of Hanzo being so bad at fucking. It‘s like 90% the reason he becomes a pillow princess; he‘s too much of a quick shot and rabbit humps. Probably whines the whole time too.
Sojiro asks him later if he‘s learned his lesson and Hanzo swears he did but actually he‘s still v bad at it and also just wants his hole stretched on dick. Daddy‘s dick, preferably.
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