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artificial-transmutations · 2 months

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Going Green

"Microtransactions!"

Charles looked around the board members.

"Micro. Transactions. Have you ever heard of that? Anyone?"

Slowly, heads nodded.

"Oh, good! So, you *have* heard of them. Does anyone care to explain to me then why our games barely have any? In fact, I have yet to see *any* microtransaction revenue from our latest release."

"But Sir, 'Orcs and Morcs' is a single player game - and not for a mobile platform, too. It doesn't even have an online connection. It would be highly unusual."

Charles M. Anderson cut the engineer up with a gesture. He didn't even know the other man's name, which wasn't too unusual. Even though he was the CEO of GreenGames for six months now, he didn't bother to learn his subordinates names until they proved useful. And this unnamed engineer could be happy if he still had a job after this meeting.

"I don't care about your techno-babble. Microtransactions is where the money is, so I want them in our products. *All* our products. And make sure to make them mandatory for any progress, too."

Charles usually talked about "Releases" and "Products". To him, video games were just a product like any other. Of course *he* didn't play any of those silly games, games were for children and losers. He only cared for the numbers, the graphs and revenues.

"What about the backlash? I mean, I understand that you want to generate more revenue, but GreenGames is known for providing high quality games that *don't* try to rip their customers off."

"So?"

"So, this could be bad publicity for us. Really bad."

Charles looked around the table and noticed most of the other board members nodding.

"Listen up, everyone. I think there is some misunderstanding here. You think that I care about our customers. I really don't, as long as they continue to buy our products. There is no such thing as bad publicity. So, I don't tell you how to draw your silly ogres and you don't try to meddle in the business aspect of the company, okay?"

Even though the inflection suggested a question, it was perfectly clear that it was neither a question nor a request. Again, heads nodded and tried to avoid eye contact. Good. Respect was very important for a leader.

One woman spoke up. Charles suspected her to be some lead writer or something.

"It's orcs, Sir."

Charles blinked. "What are you trying to say?"

"You said ogres, but our games are about orcs. That is our thing, we make games about orcs."

"There is no difference between orcs, ogres, unicorns and all that whimsy stuff. Leave me alone with your fantasy crap."

"But there is another thing. You are responsible for the story of our products?"

The woman agreed with a careful: "Yes, Sir?"

Charles looked her straight in the eye. "It has come to my attention that there are certain woke elements in our products. As a story writer, I expect you to take care of that."

"What... do you mean by woke? And by taking care of that?"

Charles sighed. Why was everyone so incompetent?

"Apparently, there is same-sex smut in our products, some even have pronouns. That crap needs to disappear asap. It is 'go woke go broke', after all."

The writer woman looked at Charles incredulously. "But Sir! Same-Sex romances are a well-accepted part of the industry for *decades* now. And it's not like the player has to engage in that, too. It's just an option - an option we actually received much praise for in the past. And about the pronouns... It's just a setting that influences some dialogues on how the player character is referred to. Again, it is perfectly possible to play as a straight green cis male if that's what you want to do."

Charles shook his head, his voice now dangerously low. "One more word of that, miss, and you can start looking for a new job. 84% of our customer base is male, and male customers want to see boobs, that's a fact. I won't tolerate wasting company resources on pacifying some noisy minority and alienating our main audience."

"But sir!" the writer woman objected.

Charles' look silenced her.

"One more word and you're out. We'll find another writer. Someone who does the job and keeps their mouth shut. This meeting is over. I expect results end of next week."

Nobody dared to speak up when everybody left the meeting room, and Charles returned to his office. What a productive meeting.

Just as he turned to his computer to check today's KPIs, he noticed a new email.

From: Employee Council

To: Charles M. Anderson

Subject: Going Green

Body:

Dear Mr. Anderson,

we here at GreenGames would like to take the opportunity to point out some concerns about your leadership role.

We have noticed a disturbing development since your takeover and would like to remind you of the values we stand for at GreenGames. We like creating games, and we identify with the work we do. Our players are important to us, and we strife to be open and accessible for everyone. Just like the protagonists in our games, we have honor and use our strengths to better the world. You in particular should be the living embodiment of this ideal. Please take this chance to re-think your methods and decisions and "go green" for real.

Sincerely,

The Employee Council.

Charles was outraged. How dared those subordinates criticizing him? He reached for his phone, ready to phone his secretary to find out who this "Employee Council" was but was interrupted by a ripping sound.

The right arm of his expensive suit jacket had ripped at the shoulder, which was unusual. He would have to have a stern talk with the tailor. Charles stood up and took off his jacket - or at least, he tried to. It was like the piece of clothing was way too small all of a sudden. He finally managed to get out of it, but only with several more rips in the fabric. Charles loosened his tie. He was sweating like mad, and when he looked down on himself, he was in utter disarray. His shirt looked like it was several numbers too small and as he was watching, one button after the other flew off with an audible "pling", exposing his torso underneath.

But was it really his torso? Not only was it *bigger*, it also looked way *hairier*. Charles had never been a man with much body hair, but now, he looked down on a stomach that was showing visible abs covered with a dense treasure trail of dark hairs. They continued upwards where they met with a true forest of curly dark hair that covered the slabs of pecs that were still growing as Charles watched.

He had to loosen his tie again before taking it off entirely. All of his clothes felt constricting, so, he peeled himself out of his shirt, too. His expensive watch was interrupting his growth painfully, but Charles was too occupied to notice, let alone care. With a dull cracking noise, the leather strap broke, and the watch flew across the room, hitting the opposite wall.

As Charles continued to grow, the chair underneath him creaked, but, again, he had other things to worry about. His lower body was still covered by his dress pants and shoes, but that was getting tight, too. His shoes especially were getting painful, and it was a relief when the front broke, exposing large muscular feet and toes. His pants were filled to the brim with heavy, muscled legs now, but there was another region where the capacity had been reached. His groin formed an obscene bulge. That alone would have probably fit - barely - but it was accompanied by an unusual feeling. Charles didn't *mind* his extreme change. In fact, the hyper masculine body turned him on, even. He watched as a dick print became clearly visible outlined against his groin, as his cock grew hard. It pulsed, once, and Charles felt a spurt of precum soak into his boxer shorts. A wet patch became apparent as the liquid seeped through his pants - all from a single spurt. His dick pulsed again, and Charles' head began to swim. The air in the room was thick with sweat and testosterone by now, and Charles groaned from arousal. Man, what would he give for a nice firm manly ass right now, giving him a lap dance.

Wait, what? Manly ass?

But it was true! Every time, Charles tried to think about sexy girls, but all that came to mind were men. Burly, hairy men, twinkish shaved men, green-skinned ogre-man. No, not ogres, he corrected himself. Orcs.

As he thought this word, his dick pulsed again and made Charles almost cry out from arousal. He couldn't restrain himself anymore. He *ripped* apart his dress pants and lowered his boxer shorts that looked like a pair of briefs on his massive body now, releasing a gigantic stiff rod and a matching set of heavy balls - along with a whole cloud of manly, musky smell that made Charles even hornier than before.

He closed his gigantic hand around his shaft and moved it up and down, in a slow, barely constrained motion. He had almost come by that one stroke, so horny was his mind. Fascinatedly, he watched as his cock and balls took on a deep, green color. It looked almost like a cucumber, or the penis of the incredible hulk. Or... an orc. As he moved his strong hand up and down again, the green started to spread in all directions.

Yes! There was no doubt: He was becoming a big, strong, sexy orc! Charles let all restraints fall away and started pumping in earnest now. With each stroke, the green spread, until his entire torso was of a rich green color. His head felt a pressure as his facial structure reformed, and his ears grew long and pointy. His hair lost darkened and grew out into a wild mohawk-like hairstyle. At the same time, a black beard sprouted around his entire jaw, underlining his masculinity.

Meanwhile, the green had swept across his arms and legs, quickly eliminating any leftover pink spots. The green color looked incredibly hot under the coat of dense, manly hair, and Charles felt himself getting closer. He grunted with each stroke like an animal and where his muscular green body touched the furniture or his executive chair, it left a film of manly sweat. Finally, he felt a short bit of pain on his ears and nipples, as small metal piercings appeared there: Short studs in his ears and small rings in his nipples.

That sent him over the edge. With a final bellow, he came, mightily. His large green balls contracted and his massive cock spew cum everywhere: All over his stomach, his chest, his furniture, even his face!

Charr panted in the afterglow of his orgasm. He was the epitome of virility and although he had just cummed all over his office, his mind kept creeping back to sexy guys again. He would be able to go again, soon - but that had to wait a bit. He used the remains of his suit to clean up a bit (although it was still clearly visible and smellable what happened here), stuffed his mighty tool into the cum-stained underwear and reached for the phone.

"Please send the board to my office, I want to issue an honorable apology, and announce our new strategy." He rumbled with his new, low voice. After a moment of consideration, he added: "And please send someone to install our games on my PC."

He rubbed his hands. This would usher in a whole new era for GreenGames - with the greenest possible CEO.

I have the feeling that a lot of companies could benefit greatly from a bit of a greener leadership!

#male transformation #muscle transformation #straight to gay #orc #musk

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cherryredstars · 8 months

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HI COULD YOU DO ONE WHERE ITS LIKE THE SCHOOLGIRL ONE BUT THE GIRL IS A PUNK AND SHES MEAN TO HIM AND HE ENDS UP LOVING HER ATTITUDE AND ONE ONE DAY THEY DO IT UNDER THE BLEACHERS DURING A GAME

or you know something like that

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Punk!femreader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with No Plot, Fingering, Penetrative Sex, Slight Exhibition

Summary: He can shut your mouth for you.

Word Count: 451 (Barely Edited)

To put it simply, Miguel thought you were a fucking bitch.

He couldn't help the nasty scowl that covered his face whenever he saw you. He became horribly familiar with the gleam of your piercings and the sound of your loud music through your headphones. He absolutely hated the perfectly smudged makeup on your face and your funky clothes that fit your body just right.

He hates that snarky mouth of yours, always making it a point to mock and pick a fight with him. Always throwing shit at his head during class to get him riled up. Stealing his cigarettes when you think he's not looking. You're completely infuriating and equally as hot. He won't go out and tell the whole world that he fucks his fist to the idea of shutting you up with his cock, but he won't deny it either.

But you always seem to make a raging fire burn in him. One so hot that he's coming to his breaking point. He's warned you to knock it off, that he doesn't give a shit for your delinquent behavior. Its not his fault that you didn't listen, that you thought it was some fun game.

So, no, he doesn't feel bad. He doesn't feel bad when he corners you in the middle of the third quarter behind the bleachers. He doesn't feel bad when he does nothing but stuff your tight cunt with two thick fingers, rapidly pushing them in and out of you as a form of bullshit preparation for his dick. It's not his fault when you're nothing but a withering mess against him, hitting his shoulder as a way to get out all that brutal pleasure.

Your thighs tremble and shake, your hand desperately coming down to grip his wrist as you beg for him to slow down while pressing your hips more towards him. You're practically a babbling mess for him, tears beginning to form at the corner of your eyes. Your high pitched whimpers getting drowned out by the cheering and marching band, making Miguel curious with how much he can get away with without anyone finding out.

It took no time for him to pull his fingers out, watching the creamy liquid that connected them before replacing them with his leaking cock. Your walls welcomed him eagerly, molding to the shape of his length. He groans deeply into your ear, thrusting hard into you. Your moans start up again, clawing at his back as hiccuped moans leave your mouth.

A cocky smile spread over Miguel's face, watching your makeup smear more with tears before biting at the shiny metal planted to your lip, "What's wrong babe? Got nothing else to say?"

Sorry that this is super short, I have so many to go through and so little time.

Take this visual as an apology: Miguel and reader in this post

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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Anakin smiling at your crying face and praising you "good girl" "you're doing do well" 🙈

send me anakin thoughts/requests please !!

this post is 18+, minors dni.

yeah the thing is i have a huge thing for dacryphilia to the point where i almost always include tears in smut but then i remember wait shit that isn't normal and i need to warn people about that so this is just a safe haven for me thank you <3

it's most likely after a lot of overstim or edging, he gets off on having enough power over you to literally bring you to tears as you babble his name and beg him for something to work with, please. or just to let you cum, he might not even be teasing you he's just edging you so goddamn much that you're going to cum whether he likes it or not and you really don't want him to be upset with you for cumming earlier than you were supposed to.

but the thing is he's not trying to be all sadistic-controlling-boyfriend type deal (at least.. not always.. we'll discuss that later if you're into it..)

he is just in awe of you. he's so force-sensitive that he can literally feel your veins pumping and thrumming with arousal, with hot, fiery, desperate, mind-blowing lust and it's only turning him on more. he aches to feel you like this, he presses his face against your skin just to feel the rush of your blood through your veins as you writhe and squirm and beg for him to let you cum. he sticks his tongue out and licks a stripe up your back to feel the heat of your skin beneath his tongue, and if you let him he'll sink his teeth into you. he doesn't care what part of your body he burrows into, although he's particularly partial to the left side of your chest so that he can ram his face up against your beating heart and feel how elevated its rhythm is, all because of him. he takes pride in being able to work you up this much, and he's absolutely awestruck that you work so perfectly with him. because this, the way that your body practically sings with desperation, with lust, with arousal, has only been, and will only be because of him. you're his, you're clearly a gift for him from the force itself, and he takes his time to appreciate that gift every time he's able to, even if it means accidentally driving you to tears of frustration/desperation.

when he notices the crystalline tear tracks down your cheeks he croons sympathetically, though the awestruck smile never leaves his face as he reaches out to wipe a bead of the liquid off of your face.

"it's alright, sweetheart," he'll hum, one hand on your stomach to better connect himself with the divinity of your body and the bond he shares with you, "it's alright, you're doing incredible. you're incredible, I- I love you."

his words, though sweet as they are, probably don't help much if you're just trying to get off. they only make your chest convulse with more sobs, your body begging for a release, and if you clutch at his arm with the tips of your nails digging into his skin, and beg him, 'please, ani, please, I need to- please, I need to cum! please,' he'll give you that sweet smile of his, eyes shining with wonder and infatuation as he finally gives in.

'I love you' he'll pledge in a languid murmur to your body, mind, and soul as he captures your spit-soaked lips in his plump pink ones. his muscled arms keep him hovering over you as he finally pushes his cock into your aching hole, and he won't let you out of the kiss for the entire time, unless he's pulling back to look you dead in the eyes and drink up your attention and affection and love. this is genuinely a spiritual experience for him, he is the living force and he's never felt a closer connection to it than when he's fucking into your drooling hole.

he'll properly kiss away all of your tears after more stream down your cheeks at the feeling of your intense orgasm, then he'll lick his lips and kiss you all over again like he hasn't just licked out every inch of your mouth. sex with him is absolutely never mediocre, he makes sure of it.

anyways if you're not into divine filth yeah he likes controlling your orgasms and making you cry <3 it's a total power trip, an ego boost, and one thing we know about The Chosen One is that he's never going to walk away from the chance to drain power out of whoever will give it to him.

if you give it to him (and triple-check that you know your safeword) he'll spread you out over the bed, tell you that under no circumstances are you allowed to touch yourself, then get off on the control he feels as he plays with you. he'll tweak your nipples in his tightly pinched fingers, he'll lick long, languid stripes up your slit without ever pushing his tongue past your entrance, or palm your bulging cock through your underwear without ever letting his skin touch yours. he purposefully works you up just to the brink of an orgasm and then full stops, sits back, and admires his handywork. you're trembling, itching with the urge to touch yourself and relieve the stifling pressure down south, but he wants to know how long you'll last under his penetrating gaze. he watches you like you're his prey, with hunger in his eyes that lets you know he's not going to put you out of your misery too soon; he can wait to sink his teeth into you until you break first. he'll stand there staring at you and you'll just feel so small and pathetic under his gaze, tears spilling down your cheeks as you beg and plead and bargain for him to give you what he wants.

the head rush of power he gets from this is insane. it means that when you finally beg hard enough, or he can tell that you're not going to last much longer no matter how hard you try, he's going to fuck you like an animal. he's going to pounce and tear into you, teeth biting at your lips and hips jackhammering against your own in a pace that nearly breaks the bed. it's messy and feral and hot and heavy and overwhelming and he'll lick the tears right off of your cheeks as you wail his name because you can't think of anything else while he pounds you into the mattress.

and another: overstimulation.

there's absolutely nothing anakin finds sexier than driving you to the brink of fucking madness. setting your skin on fire and holding a vibrator in your hole while you wriggle and squirm and plead with him that you just need to be allowed to cum, please. but he's not going to let you, because he knows you're stronger than that, and you're just impatient. he'll press it even further against your sweet spot and watch with a twisted grin as you burst into tears, bucking your hips desperately up against it chasing a high you know you're not allowed to indulge yet. he'll wait until you surge forwards, clamoring into his lap all sweaty and slick and desperate as you sob against his face or chest that you need him to let you cum, now, please! then all he has to do is take his cock out (insanely hard, he's lucky he has good restraint) and lower you right down onto it, let your tears soak into his skin as he shoves his tongue down your throat <3

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sadhornyygirl · 11 months

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Overstimulation

Just the sight of him looming over you, panting and whispering absolute filth, was enough to make you squirt all over him. He grits his teeth as you come again, meeting your palms against his chest to push him away, crying and babbling about how you need him to slow down.

-You can take it, he snaps, grabbing her wrists in his hand to pin them above her head.

The change in angle gives him new leverage to sink his cock into the deepest parts of you. The way his eyes roll back in his head is enough to have your own cock throbbing.

He looks down between their joined bodies, licking his lips at the sight of her cream and slick, making an absolute mess on his cock. Threads of his cum connect to his skin every time he pulls back—the sight alone can drive him over the edge.

-You're so messy, he growls, slamming his hips into you to press the leaking head of his cock against your sensitive cervix. His body locks up with the pain it causes, but you don't tell him to stop, instead his mouth drops open as your pussy starts vibrating around him once more.

- Are you going to come again?bYou shake your head desperately,

-Please Michael, please…fuck… I'm so close!

He sneers and rolls his eyes at your needy pleas for more, but still circles his hips to perfectly rub against your clit - effectively pushing you over the edge for the 5th time. His whole body shudders as you come, arching his back before letting out a lewd, pathetic little squeal.

He doesn't even realize its transient until you're wriggling around his cock, enchanting his hips and thighs with your cum. He hisses as the force makes his cock snap free against his will. You're writhing and sobbing against the ruined sheets – looking like a little goddess.

As he tries to sink his cock back inside you, your incessantly makes it difficult.

-Stop moving! he growls, slamming hard into her consideration.

You whimper, clenching your thighs together as you pathetically squeeze nothing with the impact. He snorts in squib, finally letting go of your wrists to force your thighs apart, curling you up in a mating press.

With a quick movement of his hips, he forced his cock back into the slick, hot mess of her pussy with a satisfied growl. You sob as he bumps into your clit, causing your thighs to spasm in his grip. His gaze is suspended and there's a small smile on his lips as he penetrates your sensitive mouth, only fucking you harder when he notices the little tears in your eyes as you look at him.

Despite the almost sadistic torment he puts his body through, you still stare at him as he hangs the moon and stars across the night sky. The sight makes his heart flutter, but he can't afford to go all soft on you - now, he's a man on a mission.

And that mission is to make a complete and filthy mess of you, his beautiful little girlfriend.

His body falls more and more limp, letting him fuck however he wants. After all, you know he's going to make you come over and over again no matter what you do.

He thinks you're so beautiful, the way his watery eyes flutter helplessly as he hits every memorized sweet spot inside your perfect pussy. His hips arch mindlessly, meeting his thrusts as best they can in the pinned position he's in.

-You're so filthy, he murmurs, eyes fixed on her tolerant cunt engulfing every thick inch of his cock.

-Making a mess like a whore. No matter how many times you've come…you still want more, he laughs,

-Can you never get enough, you greedy bitch? You shake your head, reaching out to grab his forearms desperately:

-No! I always want you, Michael! I l-love how good you fuck me... and make me come.

He laughs, narrowing his eyes.

-Oh really? Well, little one, he grumbles, opening his thighs before adjusting his posture,

-Guess I'm going to have to fuck every orgasm you had then, huh?

#michael myers imagine #slasher smut #michael myers smut #michael myers x reader #michael myers

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jadestormcloud2 · 4 months

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I babble a little about Hazbin Hotel

The first 4 episodes of Hazbin Hotel are up on Amazon Prime. I've gotten through the first 3 so far and I'm pretty much enjoying them.

The story is interesting & the songs are amazing. I'm enjoying meeting more of the Overlords (some very interesting character designs there). My biggest issue has just been adapting to the new voices because they almost all seemed so different to me.

Charlie's voice is great. Fits her perfectly, I think, and is one where I hardly noticed the change. Angeldust's voice sounded a little off to me initially, but not too bad and I'm enjoying his character. I like Niffty- she's completely unhinged. And I actually like Sir Pentious' voice & mannerisms more now than in the pilot.

Voices I'm still working on:

Alastor's voice still doesn't have the same kick for me as it did in the pilot. Seems flatter somehow. Maybe less radio effects? Maybe it's just the different voice actor. When re-watching the pilot, I still find myself so fascinated whenever he speaks, but in the new episodes, it's like he's lacking something.

With Vaggie's and Husk's voices it's mainly me knowing the actors from elsewhere and trying to connect them to the Hazbin characters instead of just hearing them as "Keith David" and "Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn 99" whenever they speak.

Also, I thought Brandon Rogers as Katie Killjoy was an unusual choice. That was probably the biggest (& my least favorite) of the voice changes.

Anyway, I hear the next ep starts to get heavier, so I look forward to seeing where it goes. And if you haven't watched yet, you should check it out.

#Hazbin Hotel

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tinytinybumblebee · 1 year

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Hello! I'm back again with baby Bill!! (i'm sorry if it's annoying you with how many hcs I have 😭😭) And it's more stuff with regressor Bill and Joel! :D

So, one day tiny Joel and Bill are both playing happily together (with Frank and Tess supervision :>), babbling on about different cars and whatnot. But Bill's starting to get sleepy... (i swear tiny Bill would be such a sleepy baby boy, like he would only be awake for 1 - 2 hours before he's ready for a nap, when Joel can stay awake for like 4 or so hours) and he's just slowly rolling his cars, trying to understand what nonsense Joel is talking about, and his eyes fluttering a bit.

Frank notices this and goes over to the two and to just lightly tell Bill that its naptime, and honestly, Bill loves naptime, it's just so peaceful for him and he gets to curl up next to Frankie so- :]

Joel on the other hand, just gives a big ol whine and shakes his head, wrapping his arms around tiny Bill and being like 'no no!! no naptime! billy don' need it! my billy!! >:(((' while Bill is just drifting off and has his head leaned on Joel's XDD

Frank reassures tiny Joel that his lil guy needs a nap, 'cuz his much smaller than Joel and lil guys like Bill are constantly tired from playing so much! Joel just shakes his head again and tightly holds onto his lil brother, annnnd Bill is just trying to keep himself awake, and starts to drool a bit from how tired he is XDD

Frank sighs a bit, just patting Joel's head and looking over to Tess for help XDDD And ofc Tess just comes over and just tells her lil Jo-Jo that Bill is gonna need all that rest, or he's gonna get all cranky and sad!! And Joel doesn't like that his lil bro might get sad if he's up for too long... so he agrees that Bill has a nap... as long as he gets to stay with Joel XDDD

Both carers agree, not wanting Joel to start a tantrum by him not being close to his lil brother XDD So, Frank just grabs a big quilt blanket (that him and big Bill made a while back :>), and places it over the two tiny boys, and puts a binky in Bill's mouth so he can actually rest. And he does!! And now he's all cuddled up to Joel, who's quietly playing with his cars, cuz he doesn't want to wake up Bill and get him all fussy.

'He's really latched on to Jo, huh?' Tess says, chuckling a bit at the little guys. Frank gives a sigh, nodding a bit, but he smiles, relieved that Bill wasn't too fussy with not being able to sleep in bed.

'I guess so, it's like they just connected somehow...' Frank (probably) says, kinda amazed that Bill would be so up to having Joel as his friend (when we all know Joel and Bill both being big, they would both just pretend to hate each other and stuff XDD) but then again, it is tiny Bill so...

'Well, little's find other somehow little's, so.' Tess shrugs, ruffling Joel's hair a bit. And Frank just nods along, watching his lil man just sleeping peacefully beside Joel :D

(And that's how Joel became Bill's big brother XDD also Bill's nickname for Joel would be like 'Jo-Jo' or 'Jo' and Joel's would be 'Billy' or 'Bubba' :>)

Oh my goodness never apologize!!!!!! Receiving your mail has been the highlight of my day aaaa🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖💖!!!!

Joel not wanting Bill to leave is ADORABLE- he wants his lil brother to staaaay!! He's the only one who understands toy cars like him All while Bill is basically nodding off the entire time xD

Thankfully Joel understands fairly well when it comes to not wanting his sib to be sad/fussy without sleep! He doesn't like seeing Billy upset, so as long as he gets to stay close to him while Bill sleeps, Joel's a happy camper!

Oh my gosh- a biiig quilt Frank and Bill had worked on one winter to keep themselves busy! It's probably a nice yellow with blue patches/trimming- perfectly cozy for naptime and play time ;w;

It's definitely a bit of a surprise to Frank how close the two tiny ones have gotten (he was ready for Bill to cling to him anytime tiny Joel was there!) But when Tess mentions how tiny ones always seem to sorta magnetize towards one another/find eachother, it sorta makes sense♡

And aaaaa💖💖💖💖🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #tlou #bill and frank #joel miller

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infipretty · 2 years

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Hiii , love I wanna participate in your game . The option I choose is 005 . For my Future Spouse. Initials :- S.P .

Here's your exchange :-

For first impression , I'm seeing your future spouse sees you as a mysterious , secretive individual who doesn't like to reveal their secrets even to the family members . I'm getting visions of night time . Preferably a bar or a restaurant. That day you'll look more vibrant yet distant . Like you are in your own world . Your fs sees you as a dreamer . They holds you as a fairy . They want to know you more . Their first thought will be of you having bf or something. Because in no way you could be single right?? They wanna be your friend first . Getting that trust first then maybe slowly proceed to a deeper connection. I'm sensing a youthful vibe from them . They themselves don't trust anybody that easily and surely don't do relationship. But you will caught their eye . Because you seem different to them . Okay , you could be skeptical or shy about meeting new people . So you'll try to not make yourself notice ?? But my friend you surely will caught their eye 😉 .

A possible moodboard for you :-

Thank you for your time and energy 💖

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Hey @alaezasmystery ! <3 Thankyou for joining my game and the exchange.

Feedback - Damn I don't know about him but youu described me so aptly for the most part! Literally. I have heard that we might meet during night time at some event so I know you got that right. Overall, I'd say this reading resonates a whole lot. 10/10. Loved it. Thankyou!

「 𝟎𝟎𝟓 - Your Future spouse's first impression of you in their words 」

♡ Cards Pulled : Queen of swords, Ace of wands Rx, Page of Swords, Knight of Swords and Strength.

You stood across the room from me, babbling and laughing about something with you gal pals. Our eyes met for a second and then you looked away nonchalantly, unknowingly. But I knew I felt something in that moment. Something caught my attention in that moment, and I found myself returning to it over and over again, trying to figure out what it was that caught our brief eye contact in the depths of my memory. Was it the way you looked like nothing happened, or the way you laughed and smiled while talking to your friends? Was it the way your hair was neatly done and yet falling almost perfectly on your face, or was it the way you held that glass in your hand? Was it how fierce you looked that night, or was it confidence that you radiated? I'm still not sure what it was, but that moment captivated me. Entire of me. I was standing there hoping that you'd look at me again, maybe our eyes will meet again and I will get my answer. I felt something in my stomach, what do they call it? The butterflies? Yea something like that and I found myself smiling over nothing like a goddamn fool. How cliché does this sound but you see, it's entirely true. That night I was enchanted by you. A weird urge started to build in me, I wanted to talk to you so bad. I wanted to look in those pretty eyes of yours and hear you smile but all of it seemed so nonsensical to me at that time. How can a random girl with whom I'm not even acquainted can make me feel this way but you did and you still do. As much as I wanted to come over and interrupt your little chat with your friends, I couldn't gather the energy to do so. I'm not usually good with emotions but that night I exactly knew what I was feeling - hope, nervousness and admiration. I tried to sneak glances the whole time, your energy kept calling to me. You looked so pretty as if you were dressed up by the fairies and your goddamn smile had me on my knees. I didn't think you'd be interested in me at all, as much as I was attracted to you that day, I was also lowkey intimidated. I am so glad that things worked out the way they did and how my first impression of you will always remain special to me.

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braincoins · 4 years

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Betrayal

Who’s ready for heavy meta?

META. not METAL.

Too bad.

Spoilers for Netflix’s “Castlevania” up through season 3!! Ye be warned!

So, Crazy Eyes McFucko (aka “Prior Sala”) actually brings up a theory I’ve heard of before: that Lucifer is in Hell as part of God’s plan. Crazy Eyes takes it in his own direction of course, but that part, at least, is not new.

The idea is that, if God is perfect and omniscient and ineffable and all that shit, then He not only knew that Lucifer would rise up, but that He, in fact, needed him to do so. That the revolt of the angels, the war, and the Fallen were necessary in order to create Hell. Similarly, Jesus didn’t just know Judas was going to betray Him because He’s THE CHRIST and foresaw it and all that; Judas’s betrayal was necessary in order for Jesus to fulfill His destiny and His Father’s plan. (Abraham’s willingness to sacrifice Isaac coming back around hardcore here when God sends His “only begotten son” to Earth so that He can ultimately be sacrificed.)

There’s this idea here that betrayal is, to some extent, necessary as part of the Greater Good. That without it, you don’t have the balance to secure a stable system - Hell balancing out Heaven, like the shadow cast by a light; Judas’s very human nature and his own sins leading to Jesus’s sacrifice on the cross to save us from those sins.

We see Good ol’ Drac in Hell... with Lisa. He’s reunited with her, and why? Because his son betrayed him. His son wouldn’t have done it if Dracula hadn’t gone mad and decided to kill the entire human race just because the Church killed Lisa. And this was while she was trying to convince her husband that humans aren’t all bad. In a sense, humankind betrayed Lisa and then Alucard betrayed Dracula. And now they can be together. (Albeit in Hell, which honestly seems to be the only place anyone in this show goes when they die.)

Remember when Lisa first walked up to Dracula’s castle. The miles of impaled skeletons she had to walk through just to reach his door? I don’t think those were just “enemies.” Maybe it’s just my true crime-lovin’ ass, but think about it: you gotta drag someone out there, impale them on the stake - which is difficult - then set it up and hammer it into the ground. Sure, this is probably all easier if you’re a vampire (or dhampir, but I’ll get back to Adrien in a sec), but this is still a hell of a lot of effort. And if you start closest to the castle and go out from there, eventually, you have to drag all that shit - the impaled corpse-on-a-stick and whatnot - all the way to the end of that miles-long line.That’s WORK. That’s EFFORT, when it would just be easier to drink them dry, tear them apart, and burn the bodies. Doing all of this impalement shit means it’s personal.

Those aren’t just any ol’ enemies of Drac’s - those are people who betrayed him. People whose betrayal hurt him, and he wanted them there not only as a warning to others of what happens when you do that shit, but as a reminder to himself. “Remember when I trusted this person? See how that turned out.” And Lisa walked past all those betrayals and straight into the castle and got Dracula to trust her and love her.

And now we have Alucard, and the trust he put in Taka and Sumi. How vulnerable he made himself to them, and... look how that turned out. And now he has to see them EVERY SINGLE TIME he goes in and out of the castle EVERY SINGLE DAY. The reminder to himself not to trust anymore. Not to let himself be betrayed.

Of everyone in the regular cast, Dracula and Trevor are the ones most inured to betrayal, but I’d say that, in a sense, Trevor was worse off than Drac was. Because that long ass line of impaled betrayers speaks to how often Dracula opened himself up to someone, to how many people hurt him. Trevor shut himself off once his family died, turned his back on humanity to the point that he was even ready to let Dracula’s hordes just devour them until he met Sypha and the Speakers.

And now that he’s opening himself up to someone - Sypha - he’s afraid and unsure of what the fuck is going to happen to him. Trevor had one big massive betrayal early on in his life, and he doesn’t know how to handle more. In a way, Adrien and his lawn ornaments is almost better, because at least it’s some way of dealing with it. I don’t know if Trevor could handle another betrayal; he might just crack and cut himself off forever. (If Sypha let him.)

The end of season 3 is one big lesson in betrayal - Sypha’s fun adventure times are over, Alucard is now nursing a wounded heart as well as loneliness, and Trevor’s the only one who feels like he’s back on solid ground. Shit-covered, piss-soaked ground, but solid nonetheless, to him.

I could mention Hector in here, but, honestly? He’s an idiot and he lets himself get played constantly. He actually did pretty well for himself, all things considered: he’s gonna get a nice place to live, be fed very well, etc. He’s still someone’s pet, but at least he’ll be a pampered pet this time.

And Isaac? We hear him say it himself, more than once: he keeps trying to trust humans again, getting betrayed, getting angry, swearing he won’t do it anymore... and then it happens all over again. Like Dracula, only Isaac focuses on punishing himself for the betrayals.

Season 3 is all about betrayal. The last episode is even called “Abandon hope,” but... that’s the thing. If you abandon hope, you end up like Trevor, slapping his own reflection and calling himself an idiot for falling in love. Betrayal hurts like nothing else because it is, by definition, so personal, but it is in continuing to love, continuing to try, continuing to hope that, next time, it won’t end like that, that we learn and grow, that we eventually find love, that we establish a balance for ourselves and bring good into the world.

You have to hope despite the betrayal.

You have to keep going past the memories of everyone who’s hurt you. And you have to let love and hope in (and take its cloak, offer it some tea, where are your manners?!).

So.

Here’s hoping we get a season 4, huh? ^_^

#meta #Castlevania s3 spoilers #look it's babbly and doesn't all connect perfectly #but I had to get it out

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dilucsbimbo · 3 years

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sakusa's little breeding bitch.

includes dom! sakusa, daddy kink, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, sakusa literally fucking you stupid, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, ass slapping, implications of being fucked unconscious, omi is such a tease :( & slight cockwarming at the end i think!

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18+ content minors dni. all characters are aged up 23+.

"c-can't daddy," you babble, drool spilling onto the pillow you as you have the side of your face pressed into the mattress. your boyfriend was always so rough, huh?

but it's not like you're the angel here, either. no, you clearly asked for this, didn't you?

"you want me to start cumming inside you?" sakusa almost chokes on the water he was previously so thirsty for, the surprised look on his face making you even more excited for what's to come—if he says yes to your request.

"yes, omi, please." you beg, rushing to close the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his neck. out of habit, his arms instinctively move along with your body as you connect your arms around his neck, moving his hands to hold your waist tightly.

"wanna be my lil breeding bitch?" the switch inside of him flips, and you could physically feel your legs weaken at the change in his voice.

you nod, and he feels it since the side of your head was pressed against his cheek, but he moves his head at the crook of your neck, burying his nose into it while his arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you closer.

"wanna hear you say it," his voice comes out muffles, but you hear it clearly.

"please breed me daddy,"

that was all that it took for you to get what you want: face down, ass up, back arched lewdly as your boyfriend abuses your aching cunt. your pussy felt hot from all the abuse, but the way his pelvis bone kept kitting your clit made all of it worth it.

"can't," you want, repeating yourself. sakusa ignores yoou, keeping his hands gripped onto your hips to prevent you from escaping. you're left with no choice but to take every single one of his cervix bruising thrusts, and you're addicted to the way your toes curl and your hips jump whenever his cock locks with your cervix.

"oh?" your boyfriend chuckles, feeling the way your cunt starts to clench around him in a messy pattern, signaling the approach of your high. "again? oh, baby, how are you gonna last?" he laughs.

you're not the only one who came more than once already. your boyfriend is on his third and while you're surely on your sixth, you don't see the end any time soon.

"had, hah, daddy, daddy!" you cry, gripping onto the bedsheets for dear life, grinding your messy cunt against him as he continues to help you reach your end. "daddy, 'm cummin'!!" you sob, body trembling as you reach your peak, all while he doesn't slow down on his thrusts.

your eyes widen as he keeps going, showing absolutely no mercy towards you. "don't care." he says, eyes trained on the way your pussy was taking all of him in, ass bouncing at the impact of your hips meeting his. "just keep cumming," he encourages, and you cry, the stimulation starting to become too much.

as you're about to internally thank whatever higher entity exists for the fact that his fingers aren't anywhere near your clit, you let out a squeal in interruption to your own thoughts when you feel one of his hands leave your hips, reaching around to touch your wet folds.

he dips his middle finger into the mess, lubricating the tip of his finger bringing it up higher to your clit. he starts to rub messy circles on it, and you begin to thrash.

because he only has one hand left to grip you down unlike before where he had two, it was kind of difficult to keep you from moving too much, but sakusa is an athlete. he's strong whether you like it or not, so after a few minutes of quietly struggling, he was able to pin you down perfectly like before as if he was using two hands.

"i can't stop," you pant, tears shamelessly spilling from your eyes, blurring your vision as if it wasn't already hazy from the way you were being fucked stupid.

"can't stop what, hm?" sakusa leans down, lips trailing up your back, and you can't help the shivers that run up your spine.

"can't—fuck—can't stop cumming!" you cry, cunt creaming around his cock and sakusa hisses from the feeling of your pussy tightening around him a little too hard.

"you asked for this," sakusa says, leaning back and removing his finger from your clit to give you a break from the intense stimulation, although he continues his brutal thrusts to chase for his own high. "you'll take it like a good girl right?" he asks, but you already look so fucked out that sakusa doubts you heard him.

sakusa furrows an eyebrow, raising a hand only to land it back down on your ass cheek. not too hard but not too soft either, and it seems to get you out of your fucked out state—for now, at least.

"hey, don't go fallin' asleep on me." sakusa warns. "unless you're fine with me fucking you unconscious, then i suggest you keep your pretty eyes open, yeah?" he lands another smack, and you squeal from the impact and the feeling of his cock grazing a sweet spot inside of your walls. the sudden mix of pain and pleasure given to you had you cumming in an instant.

the area where you and sakusa connect is so fucking wet and messy but neither of you care. despite sakusa's germaphobia, when it comes to sex, he'd much prefer if you're squirting and making a mess whether it be on his fingers or his cock. hey, even better, maybe even his mouth!

"gonna—" you pause, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he keeps his thrusts in the same pace, not letting you take a break. "g-gonna make a m-mess!" you cry out, turning your head so your face was fully pressed onto the pillow.

as sakusa snaps his hips one more time, the knot in you breaks forcefully, causing your cum to start seeping out of your cunt. your wails are muffled by the pillow, but sakusa found that so hot.

daddy's fucking you so good you're making so much loud noise that you have to hide it? you're so cute.

sakusa stops thrusting and pants, wanting to feel you squirt around him. he feels your cunt clenching weakly from the lack of energy you have left in your body. sakusa chokes as one particular squeeze from your warm cunt had him cumming like a teenage virgin.

the pleasure was so overwhelming compared to the rest of his orgasms that sakusa had to shut his eyes, a hiss leaving his mouth, and hands gripping both sides of your hips tighter while his upper body curves so that his chest meets your back and his face falls to rest beside your head, his sweaty chin resting on your shoulder.

you can hear his ragged breaths as he cums hard inside of you, and with the way he's trembling and groaning, you can tell that it's the end for him too.

"thought you were gonna fuck me unconscious," the words come out of you in pants, and you turn your head to face him. he chuckles in response, chest heaving in sync with yours.

"next time, baby." he jokes back, but you have a feeling that he isn't joking. he leans closer to connect his lips with yours while the two of you are still connected, his cock warming up your cute little breeding cunt that's filled to the brim and seeping with nothing but his cum.

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kaitsawamura · 3 years

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would you like to stay forever?

SUMMARY⎮ Sparring with Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro in his private gym at his home doesn't seem like a bad idea if you don't count the fact that you really, really like him.

STATS⎮ minors do not interact, 18+ ⎮ Rating: M (for mature) ⎮ WC: 5525 ⎮ Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader ⎮ Tags: Aged Up Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Sparring, Smut, Fluff, Age/Experience Gap (if you really squint) ⎮ AO3

NOTES⎮ Thanks to @spacelabrathor for listening to me scream about this and to @some-kindofgnome for fueling my Kiri fever dreams. Yes, that title is based on a Mulan quote. This whole fic was based on THIS POST and Kirishima seemed like the perfect character for this pwp. Hope y'all enjoy! (Also please for the love of God, click on the banner to see in HD if you’re on mobile, it looks so much better lol)

It was Saturday and even though you’re on your way to becoming a Pro Hero, you can think of several things you’d rather be doing with your one day off than going to Kirishima Eijiro’s house to spar. But here you are pulling into his driveway, going over combat moves in your head as if your life depended on it. They weren’t really serving their purpose which was to distract yourself. Kiri had offered up his personal gym, encouraged you to stop by with one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing the back of his neck as if he was nervous.

A couple of his friends had already taken him up on the offer. You were the only one he’d offered who hadn’t come over yet. He had texted you a couple of weeks later saying he was starting to take it personally… and then immediately texted with a laughing emoji just to clarify he was only giving you a hard time. It brings a smile to your face now as you remember it. Yesterday he had also clarified it would just be the two of you if you were self-conscious sparring in front of other people. You’d have the whole place to yourselves. Like that should mean something. Which it did. It does , you realize with butterflies growing in your stomach. Kiri doesn’t need to know that though.

The two of you had been toeing around something since you had been hired at Fatgum’s Agency a year ago. Neither of you had made a move. Kirishima, the Red Riot, was a big Pro Hero and while you took pride in your quirk, it didn’t hold a coin to some of the others you’d come in contact with. It had surprised you when Toyomitsu had brought you on. But he had mumbled something about “liking your spunk” and that he thought a teleportation quirk would be a useful one to add to his agency. The first day you had shown up, Kiri had immediately caught your eye. Not for the obvious reasons. Obvious reasons being the fact that he was climbing the Pro Hero charts or the fact that he had a dynamically interesting quirk or that at twenty-five he was already built like a brickhouse.

Those were all valid reasons, yes, but what had pulled you in was his smile and his genuine interest in you outside of your quirk. But he was just like that you had quickly discovered. He knew everyone’s coffee order and what they liked for lunch. He knew when to push and when to back off. He knew when to talk and when to listen , knew when he still had a lesson to learn. The kids flocked to him. Even now you’re still entirely convinced that’s actually his quirk, getting people to like him. It’s not a difficult thing to do though.

Your brain stutters back to the present when a text notification pings from your cell phone as you sit in Kiri’s driveway, picking at non-existent lint on your gym shorts. The cute ones you’re still convincing yourself were your only clean pair and that’s the only reason you wore them.

KIRI : i saw u pull up, u gonna come in or what 😂

Had he been waiting for you to get there? You tapped out a quick response, one that hid the little flip in your stomach at the thought: creeper, you were watching for me lmao

Response bubbles immediately flash on your phone screen but you’re angling out of your car and shutting the door before he can reply.

Somehow, this house fits Kiri perfectly. It isn’t big. You had seen pictures of other top-ranking Pros’ houses. Enji Todoroki’s house, for example, was fucking ridiculous. But even without a massive floor plan, Kiri’s house is nicer than any you’d been in for some time. Clean, straight lines and lots of windows. In fact, you can see straight through the floor-to-ceiling windows out to his backyard when you reach the front door. Is that a pool ? Kiri had tons of fun showing pictures at the agency; it was a well-deserved investment for his already multiple years of service as a Pro. The pictures hadn’t done the place justice though.

Kiri comes to the door, throwing it wide open with a huge grin that shows off his sharp teeth. You ignore the way your mouth goes dry as he drags you in, babbling on like an excited little kid at you actually coming.

“I really thought you were gonna back out! I mean, that would have been fine, of course. I just can’t see the point of having the whole place to myself all the time.” He’s irresistibly cute, walking around showing you the living room and the kitchen and pointing out to the backyard where, yes, there is indeed a pool. “You can come over any time and use that too if you want!” You thank him, warmth pooling in your stomach at how incredibly nice he is.

“Uh, we should probably get in the gym. I have… stuff to do later,” you finish lamely. You don’t have anything to do later but very quickly you’re realizing how far out of your depth you are here. The familiar beginnings of the head over heels fall is washing over you in steady waves. But you’re coworkers and the thought of coming to work every day and having to see his adorable face and not doing anything about it is almost making you nauseous.

“Oh, yeah, it’s just down the hallway,” he rumbles, leading the way and you follow trying and failing miserably to calm the nerves flashing through your veins. You’re here alone with Kiri , the man you’ve been crushing on since you’d started working with him a year ago. And now your stupid brain isn’t just thinking about what it would feel like to run your tongue along his teeth or how his hands would feel between your legs. No, your stupid brain is thinking about what Kiri looks like when he first opens his eyes in the morning.

Your one-track mind is not getting any help, especially when Kiri walks through the doorway of the gym addition and immediately proceeds to pull his shirt up and over his shoulders and tosses it to the side. Shit. His back muscles ripple with the movement and when he turns to face you, it’s heart-wrenchingly obvious that he has no idea the effect he’s having on you. He has to know . Doesn’t he? From your end, it seems wildly obvious that someone as good-looking as him should know .

You glance around, eternally grateful for the fact that the gym is also attractive. Floor to ceiling windows span two of the walls here as well and there’s a large set of French doors leading out to the yard. You find yourself actually in awe when you get a better look at the landscaping. It’s so green . There’s a small patch of lawn but the rest is just artfully arranged native flora and fauna. Violets, tulips. Huge hosta plants. And cherry trees heavy with their signature sakura blossoms.

“Kiri, it’s beautiful!” He comes to stand beside you, looking out the French doors as well.

“You like it? I guess it is pretty nice, huh?” You glance up at him, your chest expanding on a lurch looking at his smile. You’d never noticed before but he has a light dusting of freckles across his nose.

“Yeah, really nice.” You look out again, letting the silence grow until it feels like the most comfortable thing in the world. After what seems like an eternity Kiri clears his throat, rocking back on the balls of his feet. “What are you thinking for today?” The question leaves your lips and you’re immediately regretting it; your stomach flips again when Kiri looks at you like you’re prey.

“Close combat, hand-to-hand combat. You did mention a while ago you wanted to strengthen that, right?” You throw your head back, rolling your eyes, and groan. The two of you make your way to the center of the mat.

“Yeah, I mean, I’d be scared to take me on too,” Kiri says, large hands on even larger hips. He isn’t as tall as some of the other heroes at six foot three inches but he’s wide , thick. You know for a fact you couldn’t wrap your arms around his waist and have your hands meet. He’s wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. The sharpened points of his canines are out and on prominent display. Famous last words you think as a snarl erupts on your face.

“I’m not scared , Kiri. I just don’t want to wear you out . You’re a Pro Hero. You’re on the job a lot more than I am. Plus, you’re getting kind of old. Is that a little gray I see coming in?” Kiri bares his teeth even more but it’s not lost on you that he quickly reaches up to rake his fingers through his hair. There isn’t any gray, obviously , but the thought has Red Riot distracted. Distracted enough that when you plant your feet and your fist connects with his face, your knuckles hit skin and not the reinforced rock of his quirk.

“ Shit.” Kiri takes a step back, reaching up to cradle his jaw. His tongue swipes out to lick at the blood on his bottom lip. His vermillion eyes find yours and if you didn’t work with him on a regular basis, you would have felt fear at this moment. You know he wouldn’t hurt you but even now, a thrill races through your veins like electricity. He looks as if he’s going to devour you. You take your own step back, readying your quirk, reaching out to it as your fists hold their position in front of your body. A dark chuckle spills from his chest as Kiri calls on his own quirk.

Now it was your turn to be distracted; you had always been fascinated by Kiri’s quirk, the way his body looked when it hardened up. The ripples of muscle still visible under the toughened skin. The divots and ridges and how they mapped their way across his shoulders and chest and abdomen. You knew how it felt to the touch in fake combat. The Fatgum heroes all took pride in maintaining a healthy routine; sparring was a common workout that was previously done at a local public gym. You wonder absently what it would feel like to touch him slow and at the moment. When you could give extra attention with extra time.

Kiri closes the space between the two of you at the moment your mind strays and you barely are able to teleport out of the way to avoid him crashing into you. You try to take a swipe at him as you materialize from in front of him to behind but this time he’s ready for you and he’s using his quirk. Instead of moving out of the way, he plants his feet and allows your punch to hit. Pain radiates up through your fingers and wrist. It always irritated you that you had to prepare yourself to strike Kiri when he was using his quirk. Otherwise, you’d be in for a whole lot of hurt every time you landed a punch.

Teleportation is a pretty handy quirk. It gives you a pretty good advantage the more you work on your close combat skills. The trick with Kiri was to keep going at him until he ran out of energy. You hadn’t gotten to that point yet; your quirk had its limits as well. You were only two years out of UA, Kiri was out by seven. His strength was already fairly unmatched; sparring with him was always good practice. You relish the thought of the day you can win a sparring session without tapping out. It surges through you like pure energy.

You teleport to stand in front of him again, shifting your weight into your hips and up through your right hook. This time your fist connects with Kiri’s side and he lets out a small grunt. Your fingers don’t hurt so bad this time and by the time Kiri is retaliating, you jump back a few feet. He hmms, a sound that reverberates from his chest.

“That’s all well and good but how do you expect to do anything if you jump that far away?” He lunges forward at a running start, leaping at the last second, sending his gloved fist into your stomach. You were fast, but still not always fast enough. You double over, the air rushing from your lungs and your pre-workout protein smoothie threatening to exit back the way it went in. Sweat is already beading on your brow and sliding under your tank top. You take a few breaths through your nose when an idea pops into your head; you stay bent over. “Hey, I didn’t hit you that hard. You good?”

Kiri comes to stand in front of you, leaving him vulnerable. He can’t see your smirk until it’s too late. You wail on him, using some of the basic combos he’s taught you before today. Satisfaction rolls through you when he actually takes a step back. But then he puts his arms up in front of him, clenching his abdomen and bending inward to protect his core. He drops just a fraction and before you realize what’s happening, he’s swiping his leg out to push through yours. You watch in slow motion as you see his laughing face then the ceiling of the gym as you flip and land on your back.

If you thought you were out of breath before… “Fuuu-.” It’s a wheeze that feels like it’s ripping your chest open. You’re seeing stars. Kiri stands over you, hands on his hips again. You stare at his face; the hero has his hair pulled back into a bun. You snort, rolling your eyes. Why does he still look so fucking good? The sweat has caused some of the pieces falling out of his hair tie to curl. His hair has curl to it? You’ve never noticed before, considering he always gels it into spikes. You like the curl. “Are you--are you gonna help me up, or what?” It was still painful to talk.

Kiri tilts his head to the side, just slightly, and crosses his arms. “I’m thinking not. Last time I let down my guard you got those good combos in.” You stare in stunned silence, sitting up so you’re supported by your elbows. Kiri shifts slightly and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s backing up to… get a better view.

“Is that any way to treat your student, Red Riot?” You know you get under his skin when he clicks his tongue against his teeth and holds out a hand with a begrudging eye roll. He pulls you up with ease, quickly enough that you almost lose your balance, swaying into his space. You look up, eyes moving back and forth between his.

He draws in a breath and drags his bottom lip between his teeth. “First of all,” he says as he places his hands on your upper arms, “I’m not your teacher. I’m not that much older than you. Secondly,” he mutters as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “our relationship isn’t that formal is it?” He’s so fucking close. This is getting dangerous. Dangerous because Kiri is within kissing distance. Dangerous because this gentle side of him is making you lose more breath than falling on your ass. Dangerous because the thought of Kiri taking you on the floor right now is almost too much to bear.

So you fall back on what you’re here to do. Fight. You flash him a wicked smile before rallying your quirk and teleporting a few feet away. His hand is still raised in mid-air and when his head whips to look in your direction, his crimson eyes are narrowed and his nostrils are flared. He laughs and rolls his neck, dancing on his toes.

“Okay. I see. I’m not gonna go easy on you, you know?” You snort and put your fists up in front of you again.

“As if you were going easy on me before, Kiri. Bring it on.” He smiles, the sharp points of his teeth enough to make your thoughts swerve again before you bring them under control. “Bring it on,” you whisper more to yourself as you brace for the fight.

Two hours later, you feel the strain in your muscles. Your quirk is running low on reserves and you know you won’t be able to use it much more. Kiri looks like he hasn’t wasted a breath but you can see he’s getting tired in the way his feet don’t move as sharply. And if the length of time he’s using his quirk is any indication to his state of mind, you know the two of you will be calling it a day soon. But you’re also both stubborn. And you’re dying to get one more good move in on him.

The cockiness the two of you had at the beginning of the sparring session hasn’t gone away but has burned hot into determination. No more smiles, only clear-headed concentration. The two of you are an arm's length from each other, throwing various punches and switching quickly between using your quirks and not. You’re breathing hard, sweat gathering at your brow as you throw another right hook that Kiri easily blocks.

“Get out of your head. You can be too predictable sometimes.” He doesn’t mean for it to come across as rude but the words strike a match to a guttering fire. You bare your own teeth at Kiri even though they aren’t sharp and probably don’t look nearly as threatening but it helps you feel powerful nonetheless. You drop without a second thought, lowering to your palms and sweeping your leg out in front of you in a wide arc. A grin spreads across your face when your calf meets Kiri’s ankle. He’s too physically dense for this move to work if he had seen it coming. But he doesn’t. And his solid 220 pounds of muscle falls hard.

You allow yourself the satisfaction of the moment for only a split second; Kiri’s recovery time is much shorter than yours so it isn’t long before he’s scrambling forward. He goes straight for your wrists to subdue you but with a smirk, you realize in his haste he’s put himself in the perfect position for you to possibly gain the upper hand. You scoot up away from him just enough to drag his arm forward and swing your legs around his neck. Then you elevate your hips and lock your core.

It’s over from there as you squeeze with every last ounce of strength left in your body. It doesn’t take long for him to tap out. You release as soon as you feel his loose hand tap your arm; he collapses over you and you’re too tired to move away or push him off. Now his breathing is rough and you feel a surge of pride. You reach up and place your hand on his head where his bun has come undone; he’s so heavy but it doesn’t feel bad. In fact, the feel of Kirishima resting his head and upper chest on your stomach is feeling nothing short of good . He’s still between your legs and suddenly the air is crackling with a new kind of energy when you gently comb your fingers through his hair.

He rises up, his hands on either side of you. His hips rest between your legs; the mingled heat radiating from both of you is almost more than you can take but there is no way you’re going to move anywhere. He leans forward, so close you can see the flecks of burnt orange in his eyes. If you moved forward just a little, you could close that space between you. He leans down more, his mouth right next to the shell of your ear.

“Maybe not always predictable. You did good today. Probably some of the best fighting I’ve seen from you so far. Keep it up.” He grunts, a shift of his hips allowing the curve of his cock to brush against your clothed sex through his gym shorts. He stiffens in what you think might be embarrassment. “Shit, sorry, let me just, uh--” The stuttering mess he becomes right before your eyes makes something lurch in your chest; you reach for his face without thinking.

“Kiri,” you whisper, rolling your own hips against his. His cheeks are burning a shade of red almost as vibrant as his hair. You bring up your other hand, holding his face between them and bringing him down to settle over you once more. Your lips meet his; he seems to war with himself for just a moment. A suspended second in time. But then he gives in, slipping his tongue against yours in a delicious sliding vision of what’s coming.

He reaches between you to slip his hand under your tank top; his hand is big and nearly encompasses your side. But it’s warm and gentle. Gentle. Who would have guessed that Red Riot could be so fucking gentle? But he is and when his hand moves lower to slide below the hem of your shorts, you give yourself to him with no reservations. His middle finger passes through the mess of your sex; a hissed breath rattles through his chest as your back arches on a ragged groan.

“ Shit. You’re so wet .” He slides his finger back and forth, gathering your slick on the thick digit. He takes his hand away and you mewl. “Can I?” He asks breathlessly as he hooks his hands on the hem of your shorts. You nod, eyes half-lidded. He pulls them down along with your underwear and the way he looks at you, at what’s between your legs, you don’t even have the wherewithal to feel self-conscious. Adoration. It’s the only word you can think of and it makes you wonder if you’d made a mistake waiting so long.

He’s on his knees when he takes your legs and drapes them on either side of his hips; this time he doesn’t hesitate in slipping his finger into your cunt. You nearly see stars just from that and if one finger is any indication, you’re in for it. Slowly, he adds another, his hand pumping into you in a steady rhythm. You’re grabbing for the ground, grabbing for him as a strangled noise pushes from your throat. He reaches out with his other hand to splay it across your sternum and it’s the only thing anchoring you as he adds the third finger before scooting down to put his mouth on your clit.

“ Kiri,” you keen, shoving your hips into his touch, frantically scrabbling for his wrist that’s on your chest just to have something to hold on to. He’s done this before, he’s had to. He’s too good. Too fucking good. Already there’s coiling in your gut as incomprehensible words tumble from your mouth. “Shit. Shit. Kiri I’m--I’m gonna--” He rumbles approvingly against your clit; the vibrations send you closer and closer to the edge and when it crests, your back arches near pain as you cry out, your voice echoing in the gym. It’s deep, roaring through all of your limbs but Kiri keeps going, fingers still pumping, tongue still swirling around your sensitive nub.

Another orgasm breaks over you sharp and quick and the overstimulation has your legs quaking as your arousal gushes over Kiri’s hand and tongue. But then he’s moving again, and you’re blearily aware that he’s shoving his own shorts and boxers past his hips to free his cock. You stare as it bounces back to sit near the planes of his stomach; it’s already leaking steadily with precum. Kiri looks back at you and when your eyes meet, you dart your tongue out between your lips to wet them. Another time, maybe.

Kiri leans forward to lift you up and the closer you get you can barely see any red in his eyes; his pupils are blown, his nostrils flared as he lifts you like you weigh nothing . He could snap you like a twig. But he won’t. You know without a doubt this is the safest you’ve ever felt, even as he lowers you slowly over his cock and it does feel like you’re being split .

“ Fuuuck…” You wrap your legs around him, your mouth dropped open, your hands gripping his shoulders. You try not to dig your nails in but it’s almost impossible with how you’re being filled. You knew Kiri was big but this was almost too much. His forehead drops to yours as he pants. But he’s not moving, won’t move until you tell him to. It makes your heart ache and your cunt floods, drunk on the affection thrumming through your veins. You roll your hips experimentally and the friction is bliss. “Oh fuck, ohfuck.” You move again, pushing yourself up and back down, listening to the hitch in his breathing. “ Kiri, please, ” you whisper. Those words… they’re enough.

Kirishima grips you by the hips, his fingers splayed and digging into the flesh; it’ll leave bruises and the knowledge cracks through you like electricity. Let him leave marks. Let him leave them everywhere. He’s moving you up and down his cock, grunting, mumbling. “Tell me, Kiri, tell me.” His eyes meet yours again and his own mouth drops open.

“Fuck, you’re so good. S’ tight. Jesus, I-- ” Kiri moves his hands from your hips to support you as he lays you down on the floor of the gym. The idea should be questionable but it’s not, it’s fucking not and you can’t concentrate on any other thoughts when Kiri grabs your wrists and pins them gently above your head with one hand while the other comes back to your hip. He thrusts into you at a brutal pace but… it feels like home and you think in that moment as your cunt begins to seize around his cock that you would give up forever to continue touching him.

“Yes, Kiri, yes. Right there, right--shit yesyes yes. ” He pistons up, the veins of his cock rubbing just right and when he releases the grip on your hands, they’re moving to wrap around him on instinct. He’s planting kisses along your jaw, mouthing up to your lips and back down to graze his teeth over your pulse point. “Do it, fuckin’ do it, let them know ‘m yours, ” you slur and when he bites down you crash over the edge on a groan that’s really more of a scream. Everything goes black but you're cradling him to you as his movements become more erratic. The snapping of his hips is getting sloppier by the second and a steady growl punches from his lungs with each breath. “Cum, Kirishima, cum inside me.”

He’s never heard those words before and it lights a fire in his veins. His head is buzzing and then he can’t hear anything as his cock releases and he’s spurting searing hot ropes of cum into your cunt. He goes until you’ve milked every last drop from him and he’d be lying if he said his world didn't suddenly feel whole. Finally, his body settles and his chest drops to yours. Everything slowly bleeds back into focus and somehow, everything seems more colorful than it did moments before. You’re still clinging to him.

“Kiri. Kiri, babe, I can’t breathe,” you say and he slowly rises, taking in your blissed-out expression. Your eyes can barely stay open, your cheeks are flushed. He backs up to see his handiwork on display, hyper-focused on the trail of the mingling cum dripping from the mess of your sex. But you’re smiling. Lazy and tired, completely at ease. “Wanna take a shower?” When you nod he doesn’t hesitate in standing to kick his underwear and shorts the rest of the way off his legs and then he’s grabbing you, scooping you into his arms and against his chest. He pads out of the gym and across the hall to his bathroom where he deposits you on your feet, only after he’s sure you can stand and only long enough to turn the shower head-on.

He puts his hand under the water, waiting for it to get warm. Steam billows from behind the glass door when he’s turning back to you to remove your tank top and your sports bra. Thank god you chose the front-closure one today; you didn’t think either one of you wanted to struggle to get one up over your head right now. When your breasts spill out of the high-impact fabric, you notice with tender amusement that his cock is half-hard again. His eyes go dark again and he leans in for a kiss. But it's slow and sweet.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful," he whispers. He ignores his arousal, ushering you into the stream of water. Your care is the only thing that matters to him right now. The heat slides across your body, and when Kirishima steps up behind you and begins soaping up your shoulders, it feels like heaven .

You take turns washing each other until you’re both blissed out in a different kind of way and the only thing either one of you can think about is sleep. But the afterglow is fading and doubt is creeping in. When you step out of the water, you stand awkwardly as Kiri hands you a towel. “You okay?” He’s actually concerned and you can’t put your finger on why you’re so fucking grateful for it.

“Yea, just tired. I should, uh, probably get going.” Kiri freezes and you think you’ve said something wrong, already crossed a line. Your brain is like a broken record as the stomach-curdling image of having to see him at the agency flashes across your eyes in vivid detail. But then he’s stepping into your space and pulling you in for a hug. A hug.

“Don’t go,” he whispers into the crown of your head and it has you smiling like an idiot against his chest. His skin smells clean and warm with a hint of spice. You bury your face further in as you nod against him. Then he’s leading you to his room, to the king-sized bed. He peels back the comforter and the white sheets and pulls you in beside him. Your back is against him and he hooks his foot around your ankles, bringing you even closer.

He doesn’t say anything more, just lets out a huge sigh as he wraps his arm around you. The last thing you notice before your eyes flutter shut is how your heartbeats are thumping at the same steady rhythm.

Late afternoon sunlight slants in Kirishima’s bedroom window, creating interesting patterns across his blanket. It’s pushed towards the end of the bed, your legs intertwined and tangled in the sheets. He’s still dozing, his breathing not quite that of someone sleeping but not of a person fully awake. You reach out to cup his cheek, stroke above his eyebrows, caress his lips with your thumb. A contented sigh leaves his chest as he grabs your hand and kisses your wrist. His eyes are open now and he watches you. You smile at him, snuggling closer, not wanting the moment to end.

“Hey,” he says quietly, suddenly serious. “I just want you to know, I don’t do this all the time. I mean, I’ve been with other people before but I don’t… I don’t really hook up .” Things start clicking into place as you realize what he’s trying to get across. He just fucked you stupid in his personal gym and somehow he looks bashful. And because you love it, you’re not going to help him along. You just watch, biting your lip to keep from giggling. “I just. I guess what I’m trying to say is I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. And normally I would have wined and dined you first but... Well. Here we are. Would you like to stay for dinner?”

That’s the last straw; your laughter comes bubbling out of you and Kiri is leaning back to look at you with a quizzical expression on his face. “Is something funny?” That just makes you laugh a little harder but the confused look he’s wearing has you leaning in to press your lips against his.

“I’ve liked you from the first day I met you, Kiri. I’ll one-up your offer and tell you that I might like to stay forever.” A grin rips across his face and your heart blooms with warmth and affection. The world seems full of possibilities but none of them matter except for the possibility laying right in front of you.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima eijiro #kirishima eijirou #pro hero kirishima #red riot #kirishima smut #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #kaitsuki writes #oh my god i had such brain block #writing this one #because i get too in my head writing smut #BUT i hope everyone still enjoys #we stan kiri in this house

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justplainwhump · 2 years

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A Chance

This is for @whumpawoman Angstpril, prompts Exhaustion and Left Behind. Set in Ira's story, several months after Gemma and Mark, and a few weeks before she will meet Dami for the first time.

Cw BBU, pet whump, very briefly referenced forced prostitution, vaguely referenced noncon and the whole messed up WRU/BBU system. But this, well - this is a rescue.

At 34, Poppy DeMarco felt too old for her job. There were days that went alright, sure, but lately, the bad days prevailed and it grew harder and harder to unwind at night.

Today was a particularly bad day.

The case was routine, pimping and prostitution, some college kid wanting to make a quick buck by producing porn of his romantic WRU pet and selling her out to his most loyal followers.

And as always with these business majors, he'd been ridiculously amateurish. Felt invincible, even now, when two of her colleagues guided him into a police car. Thankfully, the car door slamming shut cut off his babble about his dad's connections, about how they'd all get disciplinary hearings, and everything he'd done was legal. Spoilt asshole.

"Gotta loooove frat boys," her colleague Rosa mumbled next to her. "Can't believe I've dated one back in the day."

"Mmh." Poppy only half listened, focus set on the white-haired girl kneeling next to the huge bed, dressed in nothing but a white leather collar and some... thing of translucent white lace. Position 2. All pliant. She hadn't moved during the entire operation. "Show me your wrist, dear?"

She obeyed without hesitation, even though her dark eyes were wide with fear, and her shoulders trembled, dry leaves in the wind. "Good girl," Poppy said, sickening routine using WRU's conditioning herself, and she could almost see the relief in the girl's posture. Gingerly, she held the girl's wrist in her own hand, careful to avoid the bruises coiled around her arms, while she scanned her code.

"805609," the girl mumbled. "Designation romantic."

"Right," Poppy confirmed and nodded at Rosa. "Legally registered to a Adam Summers, the man himself. Third owner already."

"She's so young." Rosa's voice was flat.

Poppy sighed. "They all are, aren't they?"

"Still." Rosa shuddered. "Makes you wonder, doesn't it?"

"Don't. Only makes our job harder." Poppy let go off the girl's hand, but she didn't draw back. Instead, she inched closer, looking up at her from under long lashes. "I'll be good," she said, voice melodic and the tiniest bit hoarse, perfectly seductive, yet still seeming natural. "Please, don't send me back. Please... let me be good." She reached for Poppy's forearm, graciously, and her whole body followed the movement.

Poppy had tried to learn that sort of elegance in her dancing class, back when she thought she could actually have a private life. She'd failed.

What did they do to you to make you like this?

No. Poppy was going to listen to her own advice. Don't think about it.

"It's okay, darling," she said, gingerly brushing off the girl's arm. It was scarred, under the bruises. The girl was scarred everywhere. Cuts, mostly. Burn marks. Something that looked like lashes, across her flat stomach and on her thighs. Poppy didn't even want to think about how her back looked like. She just felt tired. "We'll take care of you." The words tasted like ash on her tongue. They wouldn't. They'd follow protocol, and protocol said to bring her back to WRU, who'd make arrangements with the owner; either keep her there until he'd come back from prison at horrendous day rates, or refurbish and resell.

The kid faced at least a year in jail. Probably more, given the scale of his productions. He'd never pay the upkeep for a pet. He'd resell. She'd be a discount. She'd never look like the virgin every prospective wanted.

"What's your name?" Poppy didn't even know why she asked, she hated herself as soon as the words were out. It wasn't even like she could have a name of her own. It had been taken from her, like everything had.

"Ira." She looked up again, a shy smile on her face. "Ira Winters."

Of course, she remembered. Summers had advertised with the name he'd given her. He'd made the girl a porn star, after all. Poppy's stomach turned.

Rosa's thoughts seemed to go in the same direction. "Have you seen these... clips he made of her?"

"What I had to."

"Mh. Me too."

They both looked at the half naked girl in silence. It took some minutes, before Poppy spoke to Rosa again.

"People disappear in the system, often enough, you know."

"Mh. Pets, especially," Rosa confirmed.

"Nobody bats an eye. And Frat Boy won't miss her, where he's going."

The girl - Ira - glanced at them, gaze shifting from one to the other. Careful. Knowing. "He is...," she whispered. "He is my owner, but I... uhm. I won't miss him either."

"She's fucking bright," Rosa mumbled under her breath. "You think she'd stand a chance?"

Poppy swallowed, pushed her hands deep into her pockets. Did she? Pets were made to be dependent on their owners, Romantics most of them. Being third hand helped, though, it seemed. The last pets she'd worked with would've begged to go to prison alongside their owners. This one, Ira, was a lot further, it seemed. She might have been over that bond - but her past was so clearly imprinted on her skin, she'd always carry it with her.

"I don't know," she admitted. "But she sure as hell deserves one."

#bbu #pet whump #lady whump #rescue #ira white #poppy demarco #wawangstpril #left behind #exhaustion #referenced forced prostitution #implied noncon

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fragmentwitch · 3 years

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Pondering Eua and Re:Unanswered Questions

Me after finishing Gou:

I have several questions but I will spend most of this post trying to answer just one.

If a new rule allows Rika and Satoko to transfer to the same new fragment after dying, did she really keep track of which Rika since that was made only after the Chandelier death?

Is Gou Rika Matsuribayashi Rika? Or Chandelier Rika? If the Rika she gets in her happy ending isn't her actual original Rika, could this be the cost Eua might have vaguely warned about and not actually the loops bleeding into people's memories?

Is Satoko a piece of Lambdadelta along with Vier/LD3105/Mitsuyo and Eua a piece of Featherine's? And not actually Lambdatoko? Or is Ryukishi just trolling with having Eua babble nonsense (Thinking Emoji)

Where/when will the Logic Error occur?

I used to believe the error was in the original series going off the VERY VAGUE statement about the beginning and end being connected. Never has there ever been a perfectly airtight idea of what the real Logic Error is though, and the new mechanics shown by Gou really makes my brain hurt.

Are Hanyuu and Eua the same person? Are Eua and FEATHERINE the same person?

I continue to have hope Hanyuu doesn't get retconned into being a Big Bad Evil Demon Lady named Eua, despite mounting implications that suggest otherwise. I had originally been led to believe Hanyuu was a piece that was left to roam the game board by her Game Master: given that she's been part of the Hinamizawa world for 1k years I wondered for a bit if she was a Witch that somehow lost her memory. Kotohogushi is a bit dubious on the canonicity so I have to remind myself the translation about Hanyuu coming from a line of 'alien' like people transferring their consciousness from another dimension with a grain of salt.

But Eua looks so much like Featherine I've been rewatching her scenes lately and thinking... this line I really keep thinking about:

What did Eua mean by this? She phrases it like there is someone/something of a higher power than even herself.

In terms of ranking, Lambda described Aurora higher than Voyagers/Witches. She was one step below THE Creator (supposedly there is a typo where there is actually just One Creator and Aurora is merely a Witch with a comparable power to a creator but idk Japanese so cant verify this).

From the way she worded things, she isn't talking to Satoko exclusively: she's talking about Vier, LD3105, and Mitsuyo. Referencing that it took hundreds of millions of loops for Eua and Satoko to meet 'once more'. Surely this can't mean Rika's looping merely referring to Hanyuu and Satoko; that sort of looping sounds beyond 100 years' worth.

Could it be that Eua is a self-aware god piece referring to all the various Expies in the WTCverse as being the same person at the heart of things? Possibly... but let's remember that Featherine lost her memory when her device was damaged; Lambda described it as one severe enough to alter her memory, appearance, and personality. It happened once, and Featherine would likely be extremely guarded against letting it happen again. How it happened is one more mystery.

Back to Eua: when Satoko asks her to 'alter' the rules of the game, and she acts like it's no biggie, then this carries heavy implications of being the Game Master/Territory Lord. If she was merely a piece, no amount of self-awareness would make her capable of altering the actual rules on a whim would it?

There's also this line she spoke to Satoko in episode 18ish: "The horn that granted the cat power was damaged, but mine is not."

Note that she says horn singular. Not plural. She doesn't say "mine are not" and confirms Rika was given the looping ability by something external. Yet she doesn't assign it a name (Hanyuu), just refers to it as an object. Which might be a hint as to how Featherine might create piece Witches: her device might be a way of transferring loop power with more permanence that gets around a 'sponsorship' which can be withdrawn at the Witch's discretion.

Also recall that when Satoko touches the Oyashiro statue (whose arm is intact but has a hollow head), it shatters on the upper part and only one horn falls out onto the floor. Not a horseshoe shaped device like Featherine's. It's also black, while Eua's is all white. Yet Hanyuu's horns are still with one chunk missing and colored black. Eua also mentions she isn't supposed to even have a name, in fact, her meeting with Satoko seems almost by 'chance' (she speaks like Satoko summoned her to the fragment in this manner). Hanyuu's full real name is given in a chapter that is dubiously semi-canon, so Ryukishi might elect to leave it out of Gou, but her husband Riku Furude gave her the nickname 'Hanyuu'. (Which still contains the character for Feather)

These observations are making me consider the possibility that Hanyuu and Eua are separate personas of a singular entity: The smooth horn belongs to Eua while the broken one belongs to Hanyuu. Black and White; a contrast between the kind demon mother who feels Rika's pain and lived on the gameboard & the demon who relishes in tormenting humans, too above to be part of the gameboard herself.

So, that leads us to the million dollar question: who is the entity if we put both horns together? Do we get Featherine Augustus Aurora? Or the Oyashiro living in this reverse-world Hinamizawa and hiding inside the actual statue? (Seriously is there a corpse in there? Wtf)

Or are these two halves of a GM making a tug of war for control over the Higurashi Catbox via their loopers? Now THAT is a mindblower if true.

We got our answer that Takano forfeited her villain role before Gou actually began so that may explain why the legend of Oyashiro is told deceptively 'wrong', but how does one account for the unbroken statue with a removeable head... could we potentially get a fragment in Sotsu where Satoko doesn't break the arm off it as a child and thus it affects all the loops afterwards? Hmm.

Either way we haven't actually caught up to GOU chronologically speaking, so until Sotsu comes out, there's no way to tell for sure if Eua and Hanyuu are one and the same or if they are actually two halves of a whole. But I will be a happy camper if this crackpot theory turns out to be right. Usually I'm wrong though. Lol

But now I'll definitely see about cooking up a diagram or something if we can actually make a branching map of the different Rikas to figure out which one is Gou Rika.

#higurashi gou #featherine augustus aurora #higurashi #hanyuu furude #eua #eua (higurashi)#featherine #oyashiro sama #theories

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lavendertwilight89 · 4 years

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Making Amends

Got an ask like forever ago whooooops for a Sess, Inu, and Kag relationship building one from @inuyashaloverforever

I think it will be two parts but here was a good place to end it for now to give something for her to enjoy and keep her wanting more bahahahaahaha

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Inuyasha and Kagome had been mated for about six moons when Kagome noticed some distinct changes in herself. She felt like her hearing had heightened—she could hear people approaching far above what she had used to. It wasn’t as strong as Inuyasha’s, but even he thought it had grown stronger.

Her sense of smell almost grew better. Or worse. Honestly, she felt like the latter. Especially when she found out she was pregnant. That particular change was her least favorite. More often than she liked, she wound up sick and confined in the house making Inuyasha cook dinner at Sango’s or Kaede’s.

At night, she even noticed a difference with her eyesight. It came in handy when a certain half-demon wanted to make love by the Sacred Tree; not that she was ever opposed to that. It was comforting that even after all those years, they found such comfort in the place where they first met.

Since her first missed bleeding, Sesshomaru had started coming around more and more. Kagome knew from Inuyasha that he had been more present in the village since Rin was left with Kaede. Something that had surprised Kagome since she knew how protective he was of the little girl. But now, it had become like the village was his second home.

While Inuyasha had reservations about Sesshomaru, he had become accepting of his brother and the added protection he offered. Only a few times had the village been attacked in the past three years the jewel had been destroyed, but when they did show up, they meant business. Sesshomaru had stayed near Kagome, keeping her and the demon away from each other. Inuyasha finished it off quickly knowing Kagome was safe.

One afternoon while Inuyasha was working in the forest with some villagers who needed more trees for wood, she felt Sesshomaru’s presence nearby.

She hesitated to call out to him as she stepped out of the hut but decided to test the new waters of the relationship he seemed like he was starting to want, “Brother?”

She heard a quiet scoff but he emerged from the tree line, not annoyed oddly enough, but still fairly unemotional.

“Would you like to join me for tea?” she offered hopeful he would accept the invitation.

“...As you wish,” he said as he made his way towards her.

She stepped back into her hut and poured them both a fresh cup. They sat in silence. To say it was awkward was an understatement. What does one say to a daiyoukai? Small talk was likely out--but with her nerves that was all she could currently think of--Stupid! Think of something!!

“Calm your nerves, miko.”

“Sorry,” she exhaled. “I just, uh, don’t want to bore you or annoy you with small talk but I’m told I babble when I’m nervous. Just something I’ve always done. You should ask Inuyasha about our journey to find the jewel shards. I mean--”

“No need to hide who you are. You are mated to my idiot brother. You are now family.”

“You consider Inuyasha family?” she exclaimed softly.

“He is the second son of the Inu-no-Taisho. He aided in the destruction of Naraku. He unlocked the full power and form of Tessaiga. One cannot overlook such accomplishments.”

Leave it to Sesshomaru to look at this as a logical thing rather than an emotional thing. Well… that actually made her question things. Inuyasha only knew the basics about his heritage and what Myouga had taught him. His instincts were what guided him in other areas, though he couldn’t quite tell her why they demanded certain things than others.

“Sesshomaru… forgive me if this is a rude question but uhm… do demons… have feelings?”

He stared at her impassively. Whoops. Wrong questions?

“I-I-I mean obviously you feel things! God that was a stuid question--what I meant was--uh--how do I put this??”

“Priestess,” he said as if he was exasperated.

“Right, right, we’re family. I can be myself, hahahaa,” she laughed nervously. When she returned to the feudal era to be with Inuyasha, never once in a million years would she have thought she would be sitting having tea with Sesshomaru.

“Demons feel things differently than humans,” he offered. She was surprised he answered.

“What… uhm… what do you mean by differently?”

“Are these questions revolving around your mate? Or demons in general?”

“No; Inuyasha and I are able to communicate our feelings perfectly fine. This is more of a… question for you and other demons. Uhm, I guess I,uh, also am wondering about his instincts. He doesn't’ always know why they tell him things. Myouga only knows so much about inuyoukai.”

“Do you not house the kit? His scent fills the house. He could have likely explained this to you.”

“Uh, yes, but Shippo is so young. And honestly I’d feel odd asking those kinds of questions to my son.”

“So you’d prefer to ask your ‘brother’?” It was more of a statement than a question but she responded with a nod. “Very well… yes. Demons feel. The emotions are a bit different than in comparison to mortals but overall, similar. Demons become devoted to their partners. It is what human’s refer to as love. When demons decide to mate, it is not a passing or fleeting feeling like some humans often choose to do. Our instincts can sense who would be the most compatible mate and slowly our devotion grows into adoration, or love. It can often be more intense than what humans feel. While a mortal man may defend his family, he could not summon a baser instinct to save the family. Demons will sacrifice themselves by summoning their baser self. Hence why our father died for Inuyasha’s human mother. He was gravely injured but refused to allow her to come to harm.”

“Does… Inuyasha know that?”

“Instinctually, his demon state would take control if you or your pup were in danger.”

“I meant about your father and his mother.”

“No. At least, I have not told him as much.”

“Why… uh, why tell me then? Why not share with him?”

“Our relationship is strained.”

“Why not uhm… un-strain it then?” she prompted.

“The wounds I have once inflicted are not so easily overturned, miko.”

“Kagome. Or sister. But no title references; as you said, we are family.”

“Indeed… little sister.”

“Inuyasha, while he’s still gruff on the surface, has learned to forgive. Trust. I think if you talked to him things would change.”

“Perhaps you are correct.”

“Then you’ll consider trying to mend your relationship?”

“In time… Kagome.”

She smiled at the use of her name. “I will also speak with my mate. I’m sure he’ll want our pup to have as much family that he can,” she added stroking her swollen abdomen. She was already showing at four months in and slightly suspected the possibility of multiple pups but until Inuyasha confirmed it or Sesshomaru corrected her, she would refer to the fetus as a singular entity.

“Pups, you mean.” Whelp. That confirmed that theory.

“I had a sneaking suspicion there were two in there. Inuyasha always got weird when we talked about the pup--well pups,” she corrected.

“Likely fearing you’d subdue him after only being mated for ten moons and already whelped you with multiple pups.”

Oh. My. Gods. Sesshomaru was joking. He was joking with her!!! Yes it was an accurate statement but she could tell her had added just a flare of humor! She giggled in response.

“Is there another reason you’d want to stay? Not that I don’t want you to--I love Rin. She’s become an important part of our pack we made and I know she’s very important to you as well. I’d love for you to join us--not saying you’re not family--or not pack--I mean--”

“Sister…” he looked at her out of the corner of her eye that held a slight glint of laughter.

“Right-right sorry. Pregnancy has made my nerves worse,” she laughed.

“The pups deserve their heritage… as does my brother. He deserves to be trained further. As you do you, sister. After mating, I know you experienced changes.”

“Yes,” she bit her lip. “Myouga was only able to tell us so much since your lord father passed before he could fully mate Inuyasha’s mother.”

“Indeed. The bond you share is allowing your auras to merge. It happens between mortals and demons. It was unexpected to occur between Inuyasha and yourself, miko. But he only continues to grow stronger… something he must credit to you.”

“Thank you for that Sesshomaru. I’m sure you can say the same about Rin.”

“Hn.”

She smiled knowing that was as much as she was going to get from the daiyoukai on the subject. Rin was fourteen and a handful. Suitors were coming and going like mad and she refused them all. Kagome held her suspicions as to why and obviously Sesshomaru was going to neither deny nor confirm her thoughts. But the fact he had grown more caring to Inuyasha, saved him from his demon state, spared Kohaku, hunted down Naraku, and gave up the fight to claim Tessaiga for himself all for the little girl was a dead give away.

“May I ask something else?”

“If you must,” Sesshomaru said impassively.

“Does scent have anything to do with a demon finding the mate?”

“Yes. It is what lures a demon to begin to try and court their mate forming the connection. It is where devotion begins.”

“I see…” She pondered if that was why Sesshomaru kept Rin with him to even begin with.

About to add more to the conversion, she sensed her mate returning. Sesshomaru obviously did as well as he made to stand but Kagome waved her hand down to keep him seated.

“Now would be a perfect time as any to start mending those bridges, Sesshomaru. Please, stay?” she asked kindly.

For the first time in… EVER she swore she saw the great dog demon look uncomfortable. SESSHOMARU. UNCOMFORTABLE. WHAT WAS HAPPENING?!!?

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Inuyasha said without much gruff as he pushed back the mat as he entered the hut.

Sesshomaru stared at his brother with a hint of annoyance. Kagome sighed and realized it would be harder than she anticipated for them to work out their issues. Sesshomaru was willing to try… he also may have made it clear to her that Inuyasha would do anything for her--or at least his demon side would.

“Inuyasha, why don’t you come sit down and join us?” she asked, trying to add a twinkle to her eye to entice her mate.

He glared at her but huffed as he complied with her request. He took up position behind her and pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her and brushed her abdomen lovingly while he rumbled out a low growl. She looked back and him rolling her eyes. Dominance. Obviously a dog-demon thing. Though it was odd, Sesshomaru did not growl in return, he merely looked on. He just observed them as they sat in front of him. Did he want a mate? Did he want family?

“Inuyasha, Sesshomaru and I were just talking about demonic traits and how they relate to human things. He also said he could explain the changes going on because of our mate bond,” she said, nuzzling his neck. Her plot to butter him up seemed to be working as he seemed to relax little by little.

“Why?”

“It was just conversation. You know how I babble,” she laughed cheerily pressing a kiss to his chin.

“I know what you’re doing,” he rumbled softly into her ear.

“It’s working so I’m going to keep doing it,” she purred in return.

“Fine… what do you want?”

“I think you two should talk about your relationship.”

“WHAT?!?!” he bellowed.

“I can leave the room if you’d prefer to talk in private,” she offered cheekily. His arms tightened around her and he growled making her giggle.

“If you’re done,” Sesshomaru prompted annoyed at the displays of affection. Inuyasha and her were a little more touchy-feely than they had ever been previously. Well ever. But since she returned through the well, it was almost like they had to--it was the only way to feel whole and safe.

“While demons are more expressive in their mate bonds, I do not need to see a full grown dog drool over his mate like a juvenile.”

Kagome blushed madly while Inuyasha scoffed, “Alright ya bastard… Why are you here?”

“Kagome offered tea.”

Inuyasha’s eyebrow raised in skepticism, “And you thought, ‘What the hell? Why not! Not like I’ve said more than ten words to my brother in the past five years that didn’t involve dying or trying to run him through with a sword’!”

“Inuyasha,” Kagome warned.

“What?! That’s a fair question!”

“It is, little sister. After much thought, I thought we should try to mend our bridges. Rebuild the family. Our Pack… Especially because you are expanding your own.”

“Why care now? You had your chance hundreds of years ago--why now?”

“Because you have proven yourself, idiot. You have proven to be far more powerful than our father. I… was wrong. I was angry our father chose you over me. Is that what you’d like to hear?”

Kagome gasped while Inuyasha was able to keep his composure aside from his eyes expanding. The bastard actually admitted in an offhanded way he was wrong? That he had hated him because he was upset over their old man saving him? His mother always told him the story of his father’s death. He never took Sesshomaru’s feelings into account.

“I, uh…” Inuyasha trailed off uncomfortably.

Sesshomaru began to rise and head for the door but stopped before he left the reed mat to turn back and lock eyes with them, “I would like to correct my mistakes with your pups. They should not grow up without the knowledge of our inuyoukai heritage.” He swiftly left without another word.

“Well…?” Kagome asked pensively to her mate.

“...Thank you,” he said as he kissed her forehead.

“I’m so glad that you’re willing to give this a shot,” Kagome nuzzled her face into his neck. “I’m happy our children will be able to be close to one of their uncles.”

He tensed, “Fuck, he told you.”

“Before you start, I’m not mad. I’m actually excited! We’re going to have twins! Twin brothers that will grow up together and love each other.”

“I’m still saying ‘sisters’ wench,” he said, smirking as he tilted her to lay down upon the floor before kissing down her neck, making her giggle in response. He apparently was very pleased with the arrangement and owed her many ‘thank-yous’.

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