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[divyasharma1998]

Tips to Choose the Right Brush Cutter for Your Landscaping Needs

Brush cutters are adaptable instruments made to easily handle dense undergrowth and difficult vegetation. Whether you are clearing large tracts of land for horticulture or farming, or if you have a backyard garden or commercial lawn, choosing the correct grass cutting machine is essential for getting efficient and effective results. Here are the important aspects to think about when selecting a brush cutter for your particular needs and the surroundings.

Engine Power

When choosing a brush cutter, one of the first things to take into account is the engine power. Engine power is commonly expressed in cubic centimeters (cc) or horsepower (HP). When it comes to light- to medium-sized chores like cutting grass and little weeds, a brush cutter with less horsepower (around 25cc to 35cc or 1 hp) is sufficient. To get more cutting power and economy, choose a brush cutter with a larger horsepower (over 35cc or 2 hp or more) for more demanding jobs like clearing dense brush or saplings.

Cutting Width

A brush cutter's cutting width tells the area of vegetation it can remove in a single pass. The cutting widths of brush cutters range from 8 inches for small versions to more than 12 to 15 inches for heavy-duty equipment. Select a cutting width based on your demands and the size of the areas you will be working on. Narrower cutting widths help provide more precision and movability when cutting around obstructions and confined places, while larger cutting widths are best for swiftly covering large areas with less obstruction. However, the most ideal brush cutter width is 12 inches offered by all Honda cutters, this helps fulfill the need for both narrower and wider areas of land. 

Terrain

The type of machine required for a given task depends on the terrain on which the brush cutter will be used. When working on plain, unobstructed terrain, a regular handheld vertical brush cutting machine will suffice. However, it is important to take into consideration a brush cutter with features like 360-degree movability or a stabile handle, and an overhead cam cylinder or a backpack brushcutter that is portable and easy to carry and gives control for hard or uneven terrain, such as slopes, ditches, or rocky terrain.

Choosing a brush cutter with a powerful engine and heavy-duty cutting blade attachments like one from the Honda Grass Cutting Machine range helps to adequately manage the challenging conditions in densely vegetated or highly wooded areas.

Fuel Type

There are two types of brush cutters: gas-powered and electric-powered. Once that runs on gas are perfect for long-term use in distant locations because they have longer runtimes and better mobility. On the other hand, electronic brush cutters emit no emissions, need less maintenance, and are quieter and lightweight. Honda bush cutting machine runs on petrol and gives all these combined benefits and is a good fit for smaller properties or environmentally sensitive places where noise and pollution are a concern. Also, they are great for heavy-duty tasks because they have greater cutting power than any other cutter. 

Brand Reputation and Warranty

It's essential for homeowners, farmers, or commercial land owners to select a trustworthy brand while you purchase a brush cutter, one that is recognised for manufacturing sturdy, high-quality agricultural equipment like the Honda India Power Products Limited. It has been the leading manufacturer of power products with cutting-edge technology and environment-friendly products. It has been serving 5 million customers in India. Buying a brush cutter from Honda with a thorough guarantee of 2 years will give you more assurance and defense against any flaws or problems.

An effective brush cutter is important for keeping your outdoor area tidy, regardless of the size of landscaping tasks or how much overgrowth you need to remove. There are many criteria that need to be carefully considered when choosing the best brush cutter, such as engine power, cutting width, terrain, fuel type, ergonomics, and brand. Select a brush cutter from Honda at a reasonable Brush Cutter Price that satisfies your needs and provides the best performance.

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[agritech22]

[hansolz-moved]

this is the last thing i'll say but honestly, to me this situation is just another glaring example of how hybe's greed has poisoned the entire kpop industry. like, seriously, the way they’re running things is insane and it’s honestly destroying what once made kpop special.

hybe's unchecked dominance has become a poison in the industry. they’ve not only swallowed up smaller companies but have also monopolized platforms and resources, leaving a massive footprint that stifles diversity and creativity. remember when kpop felt like this vibrant, diverse world full of different sounds and styles? now it’s just a hybe-centric machine, churning out cookie-cutter idols and soulless hits, all for the sake of squeezing every last cent from fans.

it’s not just about the music anymore—it’s about the bottom line. and hybe’s obsession with profit has shifted the focus entirely. their approach seems to be about creating a product rather than nurturing genuine talent, and it’s showing. we’ve got groups and artists who are more brand assets than actual musicians, and the whole industry is losing its soul.

and let’s talk about their grasping at every single opportunity to make money. it's overcharging for albums, it's the insanely priced concert tickets, hybe has set a new standard for squeezing fans dry. it’s not just about supporting your favorite artists anymore; it’s about participating in a system designed to extract as much as possible.

the rise of hybe has shifted the entire narrative of k-pop. we used to see variety and innovation, but now it’s all about the same glossy, over-polished products with no room for real experimentation. it’s like they’ve drained the life out of the industry, leaving us with this homogenized, corporate-driven shell of what kpop used to be.

when i'm talking about how kpop isn’t the same, it’s not just nostalgia talking. it’s about how a single company’s greed has changed the entire landscape. and honestly, it’s a shame. we’ve watched as the heart and soul of kpop has been slowly eroded by hybe’s relentless pursuit of power and money.

and let’s not forget the utter lack of accountability for idols, especially the biggest names in hybe’s roster. it’s almost as if these idols are untouchable, the way their fans clear searches, flood the socials with ‘__ we love you’ and ‘apologize to __’ posts is maddening. why are these grown adults are allowed to hide behind their fanbase and evade any real responsibility?

it’s a disturbing trend where serious issues are brushed aside because the fans are doing the dirty work of cleaning up their mess. idols can act without consequences, knowing that their fanbase, and if not their fanbase, their company will do everything in their power to shield them from backlash. the lack of accountability is staggering—these idols can get away with anything because their fanbase’s loyalty means they never face the repercussions of their actions.

at the end of the day... it’s okay to criticize and question the things we love. because if we don’t, we’re just letting this monster ruin everything we cherish.

[zombiekillerbiceps]

The First, Good Birthday

Note: this was so sweet and romantic to write. /I am ignoring resi6 and it's existence it's supposed to be fluff just work with me here/

Content: 2.3k, 18+, SFW, slight angst, fluff, mentions of drugs (a joint) and alcohol, between re2 and 4, Leon x Reader, gn reader, no y/n.

Reader gives Leon his best birthday yet.

"That is... The saddest fucking story anyone's ever told me," you say, genuinely shocked.

"No, no, it was great cause the socks were really well made," Leon insisted, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah, Jesus, I wouldn't celebrate my birthday either."

Leon snorted his amusement, raising his eyebrows as if to say I told you so.

What he told you was that he never really got to celebrate his birthday in his foster home. It was usually half-forgotten and rushed, gifted things likely found around the house or picked up at the gas station with the price tag still on it. The best birthday he ever had as a child was his 13th birthday. His foster parents had just gotten a huge donation, which meant he got fun necessities like... An electric tooth brush and good, wool socks.

"What about your best birthday as an adult?" You ask, hoping the story will lighten the mood. You expect some drunken, coming-of-age quest that you can make fun of him for later.

"My 18th birthday," he says. "I aged out of foster care. It was my first day in my own apartment and I went out and got a steak dinner."

"With friends?" You ask.

He doesn't answer.

"Babe, with friends, right?"

Still no answer.

"You understand we have to throw you the best birthday anyone's ever been thrown, right?"

-

When his birthday rolled around, you really did go all out, right from the minute you woke up. You made pancakes using the dinosaur-cookie cutters you were gifted as a gag one year. They were metal, and you definitely burned yourself a few times trying to flip the flap jacks. But, the result was vaguely dinosaur shaped pancakes that were too thick to cook through fully. So, that was... good.

When Leon finally padded out to the kitchen, he found you running your hand under cold water, butter burning in the pan, and a Jurassic Park-level dinosaur pancake massacre as the pancakes lost their shape and broke apart under their own weight.

He rushed over to turn off the stovetop. He pulled the spitting, smoking butter pan off the element and moved towards the sink where you were leaning, quickly avoided disaster, and put the pan on a different element. He was then at your side assessing the burn.

"I'm fine, really, I get worse burns at work," you tell him.

"What were you even trying to do?"

"I don't know, make you a cute breakfast."

His eyes drift over to the graveyard of dismembered dinosaurs.

"Nothing says cute like uh. Shapes."

"They were triceratops," you inform him as matter-of-factly as possible. "And a T-Rex."

He laughs, a surprised bark of laughter that makes the burned hands and messy counters worth it. His eyes squint up and he throws his head back as he laughs. His hair falls out of his face and catches the early afternoon light, illuminating him like a halo, and for a moment you just appreciate how beautiful he is.

"Why don't we just go out for breakfast?" He offers.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," you agree.

The two of you wind up at your favourite local coffee shop. It was a bit expensive, but their lattes truly were something special. Plus, their breakfast sandwiches were better than the under-cooked flour waiting for you at home. You take the morning slowly, sipping coffee on a warm patio, watching the world go by.

"Alright, what time is it?" You ask, stretching your arms above your head. Leon checks his phone.

"Noon," he tells you. "Have something else planned?"

"Not until later," you say. "I thought we could hit that independent book store down the street."

"When you said this was going to be my best birthday ever, I really expected more fanfare," he teased you.

"Can it, or I'm getting the socks."

He laughed with you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you walked. It was a beautiful day out. Bright sun, clear skies, and a cool enough breeze to fend off the heat. Leon smiled easily, his body relaxed for once. Even if it wasn't a big, flashy birthday, you thought that giving him an afternoon where he could just relax with you was good enough.

The bookstore was inside an old house. Doors were taken off hinges so former kitchens and bedrooms could be turned into the Paranormal Mystery and Erotic Thriller sections. Bookcases overflowed with worn paperbacks, books cluttered half-open across tables, and novels spiraled up the staircase until there was hardly enough room to go up and down. A kindly old woman manned the check out counter with her bespeckled face buried in an Agatha Christie mystery. Her wife, a sturdier old woman rearranged a stack of scientific non-fiction. A big golden lab with a white muzzle laid on the porch and happily thumped his tail in greeting, licking Leon's hand as he passed. A fluffy, one-eyed cat stretched out across an open copy of Moby Dick like she was reading it.

You and Leon took your time picking through books, occasionally picking one up and dramatically reading the back or a choice passage to one another. You got to learn a lot about him. He liked poetry books, but pretended he didn't. He hated thrillers. He was interested in architecture, hovering around their section for longer than you anticipated, but you didn't mind. Least surprising was his love of classics.

In the end, you two left the store with only a few books. One by Trevor and Chamberlain titled Eastern European Castles and their Effect on the New American Rich, as well as a copy of Don Quixote, and an annotated pocket poetry book from the 1800's that you pretended not to see. You wouldn't judge him for it, but if he wanted to keep his love of poetry secret, you'd let him.

"This was a really nice birthday," Leon said, kissing your temple as the two of you left the bookstore feeling undeniably a little dusty.

"Was? It's not over yet!"

You insisted on getting some food that you could eat while walking on your way home. Dinner wouldn't be until late. You settled on vegetable kebabs and fresh squeezed lemonade.

"Go shower," you told him almost as soon as you got home.

"Are you planning on joining me?" He asked, hands playfully pulling at your hips. You blushed, giggling while you swatted him away.

"I've got a few more things to do. Hurry up, we don't want to be late."

You cleaned up the kitchen and sent off a few, final texts verifying everyone would be there. You prepped up a few things for dinner, and then since there was still time, you hopped in the shower with Leon for just a few minutes. Not long enough to do anything fun, but you cherished the quiet intimacy of washing his back and shoulders for him. Kissing the freshly clean skin when you were done.

The next hour or so happened in a blur of responding to texts and getting ready and playfully teasing Leon about the upcoming night he knew nothing about. Finally, wearing accidentally matching black button ups, you and Leon left the house. He insisted on taking the motor cycle. And he insisted on taking the scenic route, meaning he showed up late to his own birthday party.

The venue was a semi-upscale whisky bar. It struck a balance between modernism and industrialism, giving it a cool (but kind of snotty) vibe. You led him in by the hand. When the door swung open, you were greeted by a live jazz band and, almost immediately, a cheering chorus of voices.

Most of Leon's coworkers leaned over at the bar, raising their glasses in greeting of him. Leon left you to greet them, grinning and laughing with them immediately. One of them raised a glass to you, and you gave a lazy two finger salute back.

"Hey! Kennedy!" Emerging from the bathroom was an absolute behemoth of a man, Chris Redfield.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Leon cried. The two hugged tightly, patting each other on the back the way men did. Not too many men could make Leon look small, but Chris sure did.

A feminine hand gently touched Leon's back, and you watched him light up for the third time that night as he recognized Claire. Leon wrapped her up in a hug that lifted her off the ground. You smiled to yourself, watching as the three of them immediately get swept up in reminiscing. Leon's coworkers surrounded them, loudly talking and joking amongst themselves.

It was about an hour before another woman joined Leon at the bar, earning a surprised cry from Leon and his coworkers.

"Hunnigan!? Who got you to leave the house?!" One of them asked. Hunnigan shrugged, then tilted her head over to where you sat, half watching the party and half listening to the band. Leon beamed at you from across the room and you instantly got butterflies.

You got a text about twenty minutes later.

Meet us outside.

You approached the crowd to take Leon by the hand. He immediately turned and kissed you so passionately it took your breath away. You stepped away from him to a wave of oooooohs. In front of all his friends? Embarassing. And flattering.

"One more present," you tell him. He looks at you like he doesn't believe you.

"What more could you possibly give me?"

"Well, Hunnigan is the one that pulled this one together. You owe her big time. C'mon." You led him outside by the hand.

The cool night air was a welcome reprieve. You didn't realize how warm the bar was until you stepped into the night. Waiting outside was a nameless suit in front of a rich black car. He held a letter.

You gestured for Leon to take it. He did, cautiously, his eyes quickly serious and observant. You didn't miss how his hand hovered over his empty hip. You wondered if he was even aware of doing it. When he took the letter, the suit got back into the car and they drove off.

Leon read the letter. Then again. Then again. Tears started to well in his eyes and your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Babe, I'm so sorry, I thought it would be a nice-" he cut you off with a crushing hug. He buried his face into your shoulder and held you until your hands went numb.

"I don't know how you pulled this off," he said. "But, thank you."

You kissed him on the cheek and separated yourself from him.

"Why don't I go get Claire?" You offered. He smiled at you, and you took that as good enough.

You went back inside to get Claire. Leon showed her the letter, and her eyes widened, looking between it and Leon in disbelief.

"A letter from Sherry?" She asked. Leon nodded, and you headed back inside to let the two have a private moment.

You took the opportunity to get to know Leon's friends. Hunnigan complained about his attitude, his friends told embarrassing stories about him, and Chris alternated between praising Leon and solidifying some sibling-like rivalry between them.

Leon and Claire eventually came back in smelling like good weed. You assumed Claire brought a joint with her, as she was known to do at parties. All of you drank and chatted and joked. Laughter came often and in great, thunderous roars. At one point Leon dragged you onto the dancefloor, and when he got tired, Claire happily took his place.

-

Chris received a text from Jill and had to excuse himself to "tend to the missus." His leaving signaled the beginning of the end, and slowly the party thinned out until it was just you and Leon again. You two decided to walk home, too intoxicated to drive.

You two chatted the whole way home, gossiping about this person and that event. Leon was practically bursting with energy. His stomach growled and you had to soothe him with promises of one last present.

"Hey," he stopped in front of the door of your shared home. He took your face in his hands, gratitude plain on his face. "Thank you for tonight. Especially Sherry's letter, I have no idea how you-"

"Again, Hunnigan. I think I owe her a life debt now."

"You." Leon insisted. "You had the idea. You made it happen. You made everything happen tonight, and I don't know how to thank you."

"It's a birthday party, you don't have to thank me."

He kissed you, slow and gentle. He held you close in his arms while he did. You felt how much he loved you then, maybe more than any other kiss he'd ever given you. Eventually he pulled away, the affection in the softness of his gaze making him look like a younger, more hopeful man.

"One more present," you insisted.

You lead him inside the house and set him up in front of the TV while you cooked dinner. It went off without any of the prior disasters, luckily. Then you set up the table with the fanciest tableware you had. When you called Leon in, he could only chuckle in disbelief.

"One fancy steak dinner for one Monsieur Kennedy," you announced with quiet bravado, pouring a glass of Malbec.

He sat down at one end. You sat at the other. The two of you were starving and the meal went down pretty quickly, but not unsavoured. When you were done, Leon took your hand in his.

"A nice steak dinner shared with the love of your life," you said, gesturing with your free hand. The dying candle light warmed Leon's complexion, capturing his blonde hair in an orange glow. The flame danced in his blue eyes. He looked at you with nothing but love and appreciation. He looked beautiful. "Happy 25th birthday, my love."

-

[beigehearts]

This is a random smut post I was thinking about… was debating posting this on my main since I haven’t been on in so long or on my private account… but anyway.

Two heroes unlikely to be friends, find a shared interest that brings them to work closely together. Had you only noticed the signs sooner, you wouldn’t be in this position. Aren’t you supposed to be a great villain?

Yan!Hawks/Reader/Yan!All Might

CW: violence, murder, animal death, blood, PTSD, gore, drugging, stalking, noncon, breeding, double penetration, size kink, knotting, forced pregnancy (mentioned)

The quirk to pull things from thin air, something not many have inherited. But it’s not like you’re magically creating things, you’re simply pulling items from different points in time and space for whenever and whatever you need. You imagine it as your backpack sort of, it took a long time to expand the size of your magical backpack but you managed to turn it almost into an endless void.

“The villain is here!” A cop yells out and is followed by the pounding of armored footsteps. You have about twenty seconds before they reach you. Todays mission? Freeing a high security prisoner for a high price. Why? You don’t know, and you don’t care. You do a job and get paid.

You touch your pointer and thumb together and feel out the timeline to see who has a thumb print for the lock. No typical guards have it but… the warden does. You pull a pair of bolt cutters from your backpack and find the wardens location, which is in the downstairs office. With a quick snip and a yell that you can hear through the floors, you now have the key to the lock.

You pull the thumb from your backpack and press it against the lock, blood and all. It beeps and turns green, and the door opens up. A monster lays in the corner with a collar and shackles, staring up at you with a blood thirsty grin. You toss the thumb to the monster and it gobbles up the flesh in one bite. You pry off the locks with the jaws of life you have in your backpack and lean down low to the furry ear to whisper,

“Go get ‘em’ Fido.”

With no hesitation the monster jumps to attention, and sprints from the dark cell. Men and women scream as they’re mauled and ripped apart limb by limb. Bullets ricochet off of the creatures fur and fires back at the officers, turning the prison into a giant blood bath.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pick it up, “He’s headed your way. Just having a snack first.” You answer with.

There’s a small chuckle on the other side of the phone, “Very well. I’m depositing the other half of your pay into your account now. Exactly fifty million dollars, and fifty cents.”

“Pleasure doing with business with you.” The line clicks and you drop the phone on the ground, standing up and crushing it beneath your boot heel. There can be no evidence.

You lean down once more and grab the SIM card, pulling out a pair of scissors and snipping it up into pieces.

After your long day you headed home to your luxury apartment and your favorite being in the world, your dog. He’s a big Doberman who always greets you at the door and always wants to cuddle. And on cue, you hear him whimpering before you even enter your apartment. The moment you open the door he starts wagging his butt in the air and drooling everywhere. He follows you around the apartment as you decompress and get ready for bed.

He waits outside of the bathroom door as you shower and brush your teeth, watches you obediently as you pour food in his bowl, and lays down next to you once you settle in bed. The same routine you do every single night. You wrap an arm around him after setting your phone on the nightstand and let out a sigh. You know you’ll never get a peaceful sleep with the horrors that replay in your head every time you close your eyes… but at least you know you’ll get a safe sleep with your beloved Doberman, Kevin.

Your eyes shut, and it begins again, the never ending nightmare. Faces that have been torn apart, blown apart, and pounded in stare back at you. All of the people you’ve murdered with your bare hands. Their eyes judge you in a seething way. When you shut your eyes it’s like where ring another labyrinth with more and more of them. Each time they get closer and closer. If you try to hold your eyes open they force themselves shut as if you have no control. Each time their gazes grow closer.

Until finally, one stands face to face with you. He bends his neck down so that he can get a better look, his eyelids have been burned off and no longer shut, making his gaze that much more intense. His hair has been ripped out at the roots and you remember the man you first murdered. The man who killed your baby sister. While looking at his battered remains of a face strikes terror in you, it also reignites the rage you had once felt.

He leans in closer and the stench of blood assaults your senses. It’s so heavy, the smell of so much iron makes you nauseous. No wait… this isn’t a smell you’re imaging. It’s real.

You jolt up in your bed and sweat trickles down your barely clothed body. Glancing down you notice that your tank top and panties are drenched in sweat. But that smell is what’s worse than this feeling of being on fire. Quickly you move to rest a hand on Kevin but your hand meets the comforters instead. Where did he go?

The bedroom door is wide open, and you never leave that door open. In the doorway is Kevin’s chain collar, only visible by the moonlight between the curtains. It’s as if the collar has been placed there purposefully, to taunt you. The smell was so overwhelming you hadn’t realized that its eerily quiet, so much so that you can hear your own heartbeat. You reach for your phone on the nightstand but that doesn’t seem to be in its place either.

Fuck, you’re going to have to go out there. All you can do is find something to protect yourself. You’re a well trained and skilled fighter so why are you so scared right now? You stand from your bed quietly and reach into your backpack, grabbing a pistol with a silencer on it, already loaded. You’d be an idiot if you weren’t prepared while being in the line of work you are.

You hold it straight out, arm slightly bent, finger on the trigger and ready to fire. You approach the door and peek around the corner to look in the hall. No one’s in the hall and all of the bedroom doors are shut. As you tip toe through the hall and out the stairs that overlook your living room, the stench of blood gets stronger.

Taking your first step down the stairs you make sure to disperse your wait as evenly as possible to avoid making noise. But your efforts are futile when your toes step in something thick, wet, and warm. You slip down the stairs and tumble all the way to the bottom until your back collided with the wall and knocks all of the air from your lungs.

Still holding the gun tightly you gasp for air and try to focus your gaze through the haze and dizziness. The back of your head and your entire spine screams in pain but you can’t just lay here. You try to stand up, slipping in the process but managing to get to your feet. Why is there so much of this liquid in the floor? You bring your hand to your face to examine the liquid… why is there so much blood in your home?

You reposition so you can shoot on sight now and walk more carefully. There’s nobody here, and not a single sound to guid you… only a blood trail leading you to the dining room. Turning the corner you see something worse than any nightmare you’ve ever had.

Laying on the table, is Kevin. But you don’t even need to check if he’s alive, because he’s been disemboweled. His intestines trails from his stomach and onto the ground, organs slowly slipping out on a blood trail. What absolute monster would touch your dog? What fucking monster? You’re going to have their head on a pla-

There’s only the sound of a tiny gust of wind from behind you, but you’re far too slow to turn around and face it. Two large arms wrap around you, joined by a pair of large red wings. In less than the blink of an eye, you’re sitting on the couch, held against your assailant. One of your assailants.

Before you can even try to lift your hand with the pistol, the man’s hand grips yours tightly until you hear something crack. But you’d never give the satisfaction of screaming, and instead, drop the gun. It’s not like you don’t have more.

You begin moving your fingers to press your thumb and pointer together but he’s still faster. His large hand grips your thumb, tugging on it loud with a loud popping sound. In less than thirty second he had effectively dislocated the thumb that controls your quirk in its entirety. Not even police had figured that out yet… these assailants have done their research.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when a large shadow envelops you. You look up, feeling your heart pound when you see who has taken part in the ambush of your home. “You are mighty intelligent. I have to give it you.” His voice is deep with a bass that resonates in your chest.

Voice trembling, you manage, “Why are you here All Might?”

He chuckles and leans down on one knee, still managing to be a good half a foot taller than you and he whispers, “Did you not hear me on the news? I said I’d be coming for you, the shadow of the night.”

He stands back up and your gaze follows, he sighs and crosses his arms, “I never thought I’d have such a hard time just finding a villain. You take a lot of precaution in hiding your identity. And your operations are so fast, that you’re just a shadow in the night…”

The man holding you who had been so quiet you’d almost forgotten he was, leans in close and whispers, “You underestimated how fast a hawk can be.”

The pounding in your chest starts up again and finally your fight or flight response kicks in. Adrenaline rushes through your veins and you quickly try to find a solution. With adrenaline pumping you won’t feel pain, so you’ll just force yourself to touch your thumb to your finger.

You smash your hand into the side of your thigh, pressing the tips of your fingers together and producing a knife. The only weapon that can get you out of a situation like this. You dig the blade deep into the hero’s thigh and he hisses out in pain, not budging. Once you manage to get your blade out you go in for another stab but you’re stopped in your tracks.

A large hand grabs your wrist and the other grips your pointer finger and thumb in one hand, you’re unable to even think about pulling out another weapon because the gaze of all might puts your body into so much panic that you freeze.

“You can pull out all the weapons you want.” His voice gets lower, “You’ll never be able to escape us.” In just a moment, he quickly pulls your thumb and finger all the way back, there’s a loud crack and with every single millimeter of those bones broken, you can’t help but let out a cry.

You’ve never felt something so painful. To have a gunshot wound is one thing, but to have every single spot in multiple bones completely shattered is something unimaginable. It’s as if they’ve been ground into a dust.

“Obviously she isn’t going to behave, she stabbed me for fucks sake.” Hawks says to the larger man as you waver in and out of consciousness.

“I guess you’re right, and she’ll probably wake up pretty quickly if she passes out like this.”

With the okay now, the man holding you quickly grabs a plastic baggy with a cloth in it, pulls it out and presses it firmly against your nose and mouth, with your one free and you try to rip his hand off of you but with your useless fingers waving around like limp sausages, it’s no use.

The drugs the cloth has been doused in kicks in not too long after, engulfing you in a warm sleep, one without nightmares.

Head is pounding… body searing in pain… and you can’t feel your fingers. You peel your eyes open that have been crusted shut and analyze your surroundings. You’re on a strangely large bed with large comforters on top of you. The large windows have tape over them so you can’t see in or out. There’s a television mounted on the wall with a small plain couch facing it. This room seems fairly nice at first glance.

Ignoring the pain in your body, you lift your arm from the sheets and look to examine your fingers. They’ve been completely bandaged along with the rest of your hand and wrist. They did take a pretty bad blow. While you could unwrap them and force yourself to press your fingers together, you’re a bit scared to see what they look like since you can’t even feel them.

Standing up right now seems unimaginable, probably the pain from falling down the stairs that you were to adrenaline filled to feel. The remote is laying next to you on the comforter and with your good hand you turn on the television. It’s set to the news and you set the remote back down to listen. It’s five days since the attack according to the corner of the screen.

While watching television seems like the dumbest thing you could be doing right now… what else are you supposed to do? You can’t walk, and you can’t use your quirk… you’re basically defenseless.

“Mr. All Might sir! There has been an incredible drop in crime for the past few days. Some say that you’ve even apprehended The Shadow! Is it true?” The reports all quiet down to hear the hero’s answer. The camera focuses on his face and you notice a dark flint in his eyes that you’ve never noticed before. While you may be a villain it doesn’t mean you didn’t admire heroes. You’ve seen All Might plenty of times on tv but never noticed this darkness behind his eyes.

The hero breaks the silence with a loud guffaw, “We have not apprehended The Shadow! The Shadow must be scared after seeing my most recent showdown!”

Another reporter chimes in, “Do you have anything to say to the infamous Shadow?”

All Might takes a moment to think, and averts his gaze straight into the camera. With the darkness you had saw in his eyes now dripping into his voice he says, “Wherever you run, wherever you hide. I will find you.”

There’s a small thud on the bed next to you and you practically jump out of your skin. Sitting there, so casually and relaxed, is the man who killed your dog, restrained you, and chloroformed you.

“Finally awake? I was starting to get worried, you’ve been out for days birdy~.” The man pulls his legs up on the bed and turns to face you, “You can’t worry us like that. Okay?” He coos in such a charming way that it almost makes you want to say okay.

“Get lost chicken.” You bite back.

He chuckles and places his finger on your lips, pushing at them as if he’s enjoying it. “I know you’re probably confused, but you’ll understand in time.”

You bite at his finger and with his lightening quick speed he grabs you by your cheeks, fingers digging into your flesh and leaving you unable to talk.

“Maybe I should have elaborated. You’ll understand your place. You’ll understand that you’re nothing more than our brainless wife.”

Wife? Did he say wife? Your eyes go wide and you stare at the winged man in horror. They aren’t going to put you in prison, you’re already in it. This is their fucked up game of house isn’t it? It’s always the men with power who have these fucked up fantasies.

“You figured it out already? You’re pretty smart… I was hoping you’d play dumb a little longer.” He sighs and his bruising grip on your face loosens. “That’s alright, soon enough you’ll be too dumb to understand anything.”

His hand drops form your face and down to your chest. Pulling at the t-shirt that they must have put on you. You ball your left hand up into a tight fist and throw the hardest punch you can muster into the side of his head. But your punch never lands, he grips your fist tightly, and you begin panicking, not wanting to repeat last night.

Hawks furrows his brows and presses your hand into the bed, “I’m going to do you a favor, and keep this hand in tact. I won’t be so kind next time.”

He lifts the pressure off of your hand and sits back on his heels. He shakes his head and another sickening smile stretches on his face, “You’re probably hungry huh? I’ll go make you some breakfast.” He jumps up from the bed and as he leaves he calls out, “Call me Keigo by the way!”

Psychopath. This man is an actual psychopath.

Two more days passed before anything eventful happened. You spent the days laying in bed, eating when given a meal, enduring small talk when he began to threaten you, and sleeping with no dreams at all.

According to the small clock on the nightstand it’s 1:03am. The front door opens and shuts quietly, as if not trying to disturb anyone. There’s some shuffling from the entrance, to the kitchen, and then to your door. You shut your eyes and listen closely as the door to your room opens.

Footsteps approach your bed, but Hawks has heavier footsteps so it can’t be him. You feel your bed sink besides you and a hand begins to pet your hair. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been home princess. I’ve been working on some hard cases lately.”

This voice is deep but so kind and gentle. You open your eyes and see a lanky but tall man with deep sunken eyes looking back at you. “Who are you?”

He chuckles and rests his hand on the side of your face, “I know I look different right now, but you’re smart.”

You analyze him closely and keep finding yourself looking at his eyes. They’re so blue, a deep beautiful blue. “All Might?” You ask, but this time you don’t feel terror gripping your body.

“See? I told you that you’re smart. Oh my smart little princess, how have you been?” He lifts your from your spot as if you weight nothing and sets you down on his lap, cradling you as if you’re a child.

“Oh uh… my body hurts.” You mutter. Still on guard, but knowing that fighting him will help nothing if it really is All Might.

He smiled weekly and places a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry darling. I had to make sure you would be good and come home with us.”

Come home with us? Your theory of this being them playing house is confirmed. You shake your head and place your battered hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly. “All Might can I as-“

“My name is Toshinori, call me Toshi.” He interrupts, still smiling.

“Ah, okay Toshi…” you take a deep breath, “Why did you bring me here? How did you bring me here?”

He nods and pulls you back to his chest, preventing you from pushing back, “Of course Princess.”

He repositions do that he’s laying down and you’re resting on his chest, his arms holding you to him tightly but not painfully.

“Never had I ever seen any crimes committed so gracefully. It’s as if someone could teleport into these high security building or you could appear from the shadows. That’s why I gave you that nickname.” He hums and one of his hands lowers to you waist, gripping it roughly but still not painfully. “I couldn’t even find you on CCTV. So I studied your crimes and while I was in the middle of it, someone approached me. He told me that he had also been searching for you, and he was going to go crazy if he couldn’t apprehend the shadow. I’ve never seen him so riled up about something work related. And never in a million years did I expect him to come to me for help.”

He massaged circles into your waist and his other hands plays with your hair. “For months we studied you and your varying patterns. And after finally applying the pattern to the right crime, you fell right into our trap. That entire building was lined wall to wall with cameras. Not only that, Keigo was there.”

For months they had tailed you and you had no idea? I’m the many years you’ve been in this line of work, no one has ever even gotten a sniff of you before. “He took photos as you set that mutant monster free. The one that has murdered more than two thousand people. He had been waiting in the only air vent on top, with his phone camera recording, and eyes watching.”

To know that he had been there, in arms reach, terrifies you.

“It took us so long to figured out where you lived. Because after you did your job, it’s as if you turned into thin air. Keigo said you left the room, and then you were no where to be found. But of course we already knew where you lived by then. One of your exes had loose lips after we cut off his ears.” He chuckles, “Oh man he sure did sing.”

They both must be completely insane. Is it the pressure of being a hero? Or something they were born with? Regardless, these men are completely insane.

“After we finally got our first glimpse of you, we both fell in love. Though to say we already hadn’t fallen in love by the true beauty of your work would be a lie.” He moves his hand from your hair to your cheek, caressing it gently once again, “We’re just so happy you’re finally ours.”

Over time they became more and more affections with only Toshinori to tell Keigo when he’s gone too far. Over time you’ve slowly been fighting this reality that crushes you, yelling at you to just obey. Over time, you have not regained any feeling in your fingers. You have not bothered to use your quirk because the idea of looking at your fingers nauseates you. You don’t even look when they change the bandages.

While the days now seem to be routine, this one would change that monotony. You drag yourself from bed, and into the shower, as you do each and every morning. You brush your teeth and your hair and get dressed. Keigo and Toshinori bought you some makeup since they noticed you always wore it during your missions. Sometimes you wear it and sometimes you don’t. Today you just put mascara and gloss on.

You walk back to your bedroom and stop when in the doorway when you see your bed. The pillows have been rearranged and seemingly multiplied, arranged messily into something resembling a nest. What are they up to this time? They’ve given you multiple presents and surprised to try and cheer you up so this must be one of them.

You walk into the kitchen and Toshinori is standing in a t shirt and sweat pants and a pink frilly apron. He’s cooking something that smells delicious and before sitting down at the island you glance at the front door. You had tried to escape… once. For miles all that surrounds you is forest. No sign of civilization anywhere, and you always seem to end up back at the house. Neither of the heroes even chased you out, they just waited at the door until you tired yourself out and came inside. They forced you to bathe and then cuddled with you on the couch, watching Netflix.

You sit down on the stool and take a sip of the hot coffee and Toshinori had prepared. “Goodmorning Princess, how’d you sleep? Any nightmares?”

Now that you think about it, you haven’t had a single nightmare since you moved in. How would he know about that? It doesn’t matter. They already know you better than you know yourself. “No nightmares… I’m just hungry.”

The sound of wings flapping makes me turn my attention to one of the other bedrooms where Hawks comes out bleary eyes in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He enters the kitchen and places a kiss on my forehead before sitting down.

Toshinori scoffs and pours him a cup of coffee. “Could you at least put on some pants?”

Hawks shakes his head, “Nope! You scared our wife is gonna like me more?”

Toshinori pauses but continues plating some omeletes, scones, and assorted fruits. “Not at all, no one wants to see your eggs popping out of your boxers is all.”

Keigo looks down and his face flushes red and he quickly readjusts. “Ah shut up already. I’m hungry.”

You all eat together on the couch and watch some Sunday morning cartoons, their attempt at a regular family weekend.

Out of nowhere your head begins to pound, and you curl over gripping it while moaning. Unbeknownst to you, the two men share a look before tending to you.

Toshinori rubs your back soothingly, “What’s wrong princess?”

Keigo grabs one of your hands in his and kisses the back of it, “Does your head hurt birdy?”

Toshinori nods, “It must be, go get the medicine from the bathroom.”

You groan and Toshinori picks you up and takes you to your bedroom, laying you down gently on the plush bed. Somehow the bed is more comfortable with all of these pillows, you thought it would be lumpy.

Keigo comes in and sits you up a little bit and signals you to open your mouth. You do as your told and he places two pills on your tongue. He helps you wash it down with a glass of water from your nightstand. “Alright birdy why don’t you rest for a bit.”

“If you need anything just call for us okay?” You can barely cling onto his words before passing out without even being able to put up a struggle.

Your whole body aches. It’s as if you’re burning up and your sweat drenches your body. It’s as if there’s fire stemming from your stomach, it’s unbearable. You sit up, ignoring everything in your body begging you to lay down again. You shuffle your legs and there’s a loud wet sound. Looking down you realize not only are you covered in sweat but whatever this slick was that’s pouring from your panties.

It’s the middle of the night now, you slept all day. You turn your head to the door which is slightly ajar, and even darker in the hallway. You would think living with two heroes would provide you with a sense of security especially at night. But it’s nothing like that.

You climb over the pillow mountain and stand up, legs shaking and body trembling. The sweat doesn’t let up, still pouring from your skin. You step out of the room and can hear rain pounding on the roof, followed by the sound of booming thunder. Finally after trailing your hand across the wall you find the thermostat, hoping to turn it down. It’s already at 65… why are you so damn hot?

You struggle towards the bathroom and lean on the sink for support. You open up the medicine cabinet and look through it for some fever reducing medicine. Advil… vitamin C… Heat inducer? You pull the bottle from the cabinet and examine the label.

Heat Inducer for animal morphs

Not made for consumption of beings that are more than 60% human

One drop under the tongue to induce heat for breeding sessions

Had they given you a heat inducer? You’re nowhere close to an animal morph, there’s no telling what it could do to you. You keep looking through the cabinet, desperate for anything to relieve this pain. All you find is a bottle of sleeping tranquilizer pills, making you realize this situation was even more dangerous than you thought.

“Oh Birdy, you should be in bed resting. Unless you’re ready?” He asks with a grin on his face.

“You’re a fucking psychopath.” You spit.

He chortles and shakes his head, “Oh darling, wasn’t that obvious?” He closes the gap with one step and grabs you by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder.

He marches back towards your bedroom but not before making a stop. He knocks on the door it Toshinori’s bedroom and calls out teasingly, “Our little birdy is ready!”

Fuck, you need to get out of this situation fast. You begin unwrapping your numb fingers frantically but squeal when you feel a sharp slap against your pussy.

“You’re so wet birdy! I can’t wait to fill you up.” He picks up his pace and you hurry on unwrapping your fingers. Finally you manage to get it off when you’re thrown across the room and onto the bed.

As Keigo approaches you you grab your finger and thumb with your other hand press then together. Nothing happens. You begin slamming them together, surely rebreaking the bones but you can’t help it as you feel your only hope slip away.

Keigo hovers over you and presses his lips against your ear, “He destroyed all the nerves connecting your fingers to your hand… you’ll never have a quirk again.”

Your body freezes and heart skips a beat. What? This was their plan all along? To strip you of the one thing that gave you power in this world? Every day you realize something worse and worse about them.

Keigo presses his hand flat against your pussy and you scramble to grab it and pry it off. He doesn’t budge, his finger rubbing slowly against your clit, relieving your pain momentarily.

You know the effects of heat, it overwhelms your body until the only thing to take away the feeling happens, sex, and being knotted. You arent going to let this drug take over all of your inhibitions.

You reach one hand up to the back of his head and throw your head forward, head butting him and leaving you with blood dripping down your face. You’re dizzy but still able to gather yourself. Keigo is laying on his side, rubbing his head and groaning.

With perfect timing someone else enters the room. A man you’ve seen every day but something has changed. The lanky man approaches you, and without a word he wraps a hand around your neck and press you back down into the bed. With his other hand he slaps your hard and you even feel your consciousness waver.

He grite his teeth and places a finger under the strap of your panties. “Is that any way to treat your husbands?”

In one fluid motion he rips off your panties and pulls your legs on his shoulders, burying his face in your warmth. Your hands shoot down to his head, gripping his hair, pulling at it and begging.

His long tongue prods at your hole and you buck your hips despite holding back. His tongue trails up to your clit and begins pushing it around with the slick he gathered from your hole. It’s like this burning sensation increases where he touches but soothes every pain in your body.

Two fingers punch your nipples and you squeak, bringing one hand to your mouth to stop your moans. Keigo looks bored as he pinches and pulls at your nipple, “Toshi’, I wanna fuck her already.”

Toshinori lifts his head momentarily, “All right all right, let me just prep her a little okay.”

Before you have time to process their words Toshinori’s tongue is back to torturing your clit. Two long slender finger begins prodding at your hole and you squeal out, “No! Don’t!”

Keigo laughs, “We all know that’s not what you really mean.” He leans down and his mouth latches onto one of your nipples sucking and leaving you shivering. You’ve never felt a pleasure like this before.

The two fingers you had almost forgotten about thrust inside of you without warning, scissoring and poking at your walls. Your hand can’t contain your moan and it echoes throughout the room. He continues fucking you with his fingers and licking and nipping at your clit. That mixed with the sensation of your sore nipples being played with you can’t contain yourself. Your back arches off of the bed and you let out a loud, high pitched moan.

Despite your obvious orgasm, the men don’t let up, in fact they get hungrier. Toshinori pushes Keigo off of you and flips you over with your ass in the air.

“Hey! It’s my turn! I didn’t get to taste her yet!” Keigo barks at Toshinori.

“Fine, but don’t… fuck her yet okay?” The lanky man begrudgingly agrees.

Keigo takes Toshinori’s position and you don’t have time to move with their speed. Keigo lowers his head and stretches his tongue to lick your clit from behind. Your fists grip the sheets and you bury your face in a pillow to hide the lewd sounds you’re making.

His tongue trails up and pokes at your hole, but it doesn’t stop there. It keeps going up until it makes contact with your asshole. You buck forward but two firm hands on your shoulders stop you. You look up see Toshinori on his knees in front of you, “Why don’t you suck on something to help ease the pain?”

You’re not given much of an option, Toshinori pulls out his dick and you find yourself fearful again. This time at the sheer length of his dick, “Don’t worry, just suck the tip okay?”

He presses the tip of his dick in your mouth forcefully and at the same time Keigo presses a finger into your tight add hole and another in your needy pussy.

You try to cry out but the vibrations excite Toshinori more, pressing his dick a little further into your mouth. The taste isn’t great but for some reason right now it addictive, you lick the underside of his shaft and he shivers, pressing his dick back until it presses the back of your throat. Normally you would have thrown up on the spot but with this drug in your system it’s like there’s no resistance at all.

Toshinori begins fucking your face violently while holding your head up by a fistful of hair. Behind you Keigo moves both of his fingers to your asshole, thrusting them in and out, stretching you in a new glorious way.

“Toshi finish up. She’s ready.” Keigo calls out from behind you, removing his fingers and slapping your push again.

The slap holes you forward and Toshinori begins pressing your face all the way into his pubes, leaving you unable to breathe. You thrash around but his pounding doesn’t stop and you feel yourself begin to black out.

Toshinori holds your face against his pubes and his dick twitches in your mouth, and you can feel his hot cum sliding down your throat. He pulls you off of him quickly and flips you over so you’re between his legs, head resting on his chest.

“You’re such a good girl for daddy. It’s time for your present.” He kisses the top of your head and your thoughts become hazy.

Keigo sits between your legs and you feel something heavy slap your pussy a few times. Each time you flinch but can’t find it in yourself to move. You glance down and see Toshinori smiling innocently with his hand gripping his thick dick. It’s curved and far longer than any man should be allowed to have. Putting that in someone would break them.

He slides it between your folds and it dawns on you, he’s going to put that thing in you. You jump up and cling to Toshinori, “Please don’t, please! Its- it will break me!”

They both laugh and Toshinori pets your head, “It’ll just be a tight fit at first that’s all.”

You beg Toshinori to not let Keigo impale you but instead he reassures you that you’ll be fine and holds you against his chest so Keigo can fuck you.

“P-please Kei’… Dont.” You whimper.

Keigo smiled and places a hand on your face gently, “Birdy… You’re mine now. You don’t have a choice.”

He thrusts his dick inside of your pussy, not warning you, and not caring that you’re flailing and crying. The stretch from his girth is so painful but he doesn’t even give you time to adjust, just starts fucking you like an animal.

“Keigo be gentle.” Toshinori protests.

Between heavy breaths and not stopping his thrusting he retorts, “You haven’t felt her yet. So stop talking.”

The pain slowly melts into an overwhelming pleasure. Your screams turn into moans of ecstasy and you can feel drool drip from your lips as you bob around on Keigo’s dick like nothing but a tiny doll. Toshinori reached his hand between the two of you and rubs your clit, not needing lube as your slick has gotten everywhere by now. He rubs tantalizingly slow circles, bringing you close to orgasm but ripping it away when he stops suddenly.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Keigo mutters.

Toshinori begins rubbing circles more vigorously on your clit and you begin to spasm, every muscle in your body freaking out. Keigo grips your waist, nails digging into your sides and wings shivering. Your walls tighten and contract around him, forcing the cum out of him.

His cock literally expands inside of you, sending you into another mini orgasm while being completely overly sensitive. Toshinori keeps rubbing circles and with his other hand he tugs at your nipple.

You can feel it forming. The knot. He keeps trying to thrust but as the knot gets bigger he can only manage small ruts. Then it happens, it all releases inside of you, your walls squeezing and sucking the cum from his dick. He groans as his dick goes back to normal size, and your belly expands, showing just how much cum he fucked into you.

He falls backwards and wipes some sweat off of his forehead, “Give me a few minutes Toshi.”

Toshi nods and you assume it’s over. There’s no way they expect your body to handle anything else. But at the same time, the moment he pulled his dick out of you this burning painful feeling returned. Toshinori lifts you carefully and turns you so that you’re facing him.

“Alright princess, I’ll try to be gentle.” He holds your limp body over his dick, slowly sitting you on top of it.

“Too much… too much- Toshi.” You mumble.

“Oh I know princess but you’re being so good!” He coos.

He lowers you on his dick and just the tip stretches you more than Keigo did. He moves slowly but each time you recover from the pain of the last inch, the pain of the next inch creeps in. About half way down his dick he sighs, “This is never going to work, I’m sorry princess.”

Expecting him to lift you off you sigh in relief, but you couldn’t be anymore wrong. He pulls you down forcefully onto the rest of his dick and you find yourself screaming again with a sore throat.

“Hah, and you told me to go easy on her.” Keigo laughs from behind you.

“At least I’m giving her time to get used to it.” Toshinori holds you down on him firmly, your squirming will never get you out of this position.

Gently he lifts you up by two inches, and cruelly he slams you back down. He does it over and over and no words can escape you, only animalistic sounds of ecstasy and desperation.

From behind you Keigo had gathered himself together, dick already painfully hard from seeing his fellow husband fuck the shit out of you. He lined himself up from behind you and takes on the role Toshinori did before.

He begins playing with your clit and sucking on your neck, leaving you with bruises and bloody bite marks. But right now, everything feels like ecstasy, even teeth sinking into your skin. You’re too busy trying not to cum to feel Keigo lining his dick up against your asshole. It’s sopping wet with the slick from your pussy.

He places it perfectly so that when Toshinori brought you back down his length again, you’d have his dick in your ass too. Electrifying pain shoots you your spin and you fall limp against Toshinori’s chest. Neither of them spare you any kindness, thrusting deep inside of you, Toshinori fucking Keigo’s cum even deeper in your pussy.

But just as it happened with the rest of your pain, the pain of having your asshole and pussy stretched at the same time becomes pleasurable. The men bounce you on their dicks in sync, fucking you fast and hard, gripping different parts of your body and leaving you bruised.

You can feel another tidal wave of an orgasm coming over your body and Toshinori grunts out, “Fuck I’m so sorry princess I can’t help myself.”

Before you can interpret his words, there’s a poof sound and a cloud of smoke. Instantly your pussy walls begin to stretch, until you’re sure you’re going to tear in half. It stays stagnant inside of you, his dick now too big to even move if he didn’t want to pull Keigo out of you. You can feel the veins in his dick pulsating and pressing against your walls, a new kind of pleasure that no person should ever be exposed to.

“Fuck Toshi. Warning please! You’re practically crushing my dick!” Keigo yells out.

“Sorry Keigo, I couldn’t help it.” Toshinori says somewhat ashamed.

“Fuck I’m cumming again.” Keigo’s hands falls to your waist and he sits up more so he can thrust you on his dick and Toshinori’s dick.

Your head falls back onto Keigo’s shoulder, unable to catch your breath as your fucked so violently in a way that satisfies you endlessly.

It happens again, the knot starts forming. Toshinori groans as the knot presses against his dick through your walls. His dick stretches inside of you, heating up and releasing.

Suddenly, Toshinori reaches over you and grabs Keigo by his face, “Get the fuck off of her. It’s my turn.”

Hearing the hunger In Toshinori’s voice, Keigo pulls himself from inside of you and stands up to put his sweatpants back on. Toshinori pulls his pulsating length from inside of you, and grabs your by your hair. He throws you down on your stomach but you can’t even sit up before he pushes his hand on the back of your neck and lifts your ass up with his other.

“Try and lift your head and fuck you until you break.” His words scare you, because you know he’s not bluffing.

He lifts his hand from the back of your neck and presses his thumb into the whole of your pussy, managing to hold in the cum. His dick lines up with your asshole and you know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

He presses in the tip, forcing your legs to quiver. It’s one thing to have his dick stretch inside of you, but another to have it penetrate you at this size, he presses it in slowly, ignoring your whimpers until he’s all the way down to the base. It’s instant, his hips snap forward and he begins fucking your asshole, stretching you until you finally notice the bulge in your stomach. You don’t even have to look, you can feel it.

Somehow the idea that you’re being penetrated by this huge man turns you on more. And you start moaning as he claims your ass. It doesn’t take long for his violent thrusts to slow down and his dick to start twitching erratically. His cum is just as hot as before, filling you up even more than he had before. He pulls his dick out of you but still doesn’t give you the chance to rest.

He grabs your ankles and lifts you up by them, “Sorry princess, gotta plug you up and we don’t want to leak anything.”

Your head is so numb that nothing he says registers with you. Keigo walks back into the room with two plugs in hand. Toshinori pulls your legs apart and Keigo pushes the plugs inside of you, earning one last moan from your abused body.

Toshinori sets you down in the bed and pulls your back against him. “Oh you were so good princess. You did so well today.”

Keigo lays down next to the both of you and rests a hand on your hip, “And tomorrow birdy, we’re gonna tie your legs up in the air, and fill you with our seed whenever we feel like it.”

“You don’t have to be so crass.” Toshinori grumbled at Keigo.

Keigo chuckles, “Why? She’s gonna love it. Our beautiful little birdy is going to be pregnant with our child, all nice and chubby with big swollen tits. Doesn’t that sound great?”

You’re drifting to sleep but you can feel Toshinori’s boner forming once again, “Yeah, it will be great.”

[firewolf-pyro]

Ughhhh I’m so frustrated with my job right now

. I have been trying to get them to train me in as a manager for a good few months now with them humming and hawing about “yeah maybe,” and “oh there could be an opening at this location” then promising that I’d be trained on at that location then backpedaling in that. I’ve been shown how to do everything from cashiering, selling animals, Picking orders, animal counts and stock counts, animal maintenance in quarantine and new arrivals rooms, fish care galore and have been shown how to access and prints out any number of papers the pet care staff need along with ordering supplies and have been shown how to go about the safe for change orders for the registers but STILL it feels like their dragging their feat about actually training me on. And NOW corporate decides now is a good time to step on the stores toes even MORE via cutting hours for the staff of which are there for your PARTIME ONLY ACCEPTING BULLSHIT status ANYWAYS!!! I’m sosooooo frustrated over this all it didn’t help that they had 4 other store managers from OUTSIDE locations come to the store today and “help” our location while also tearing into what tiny contributions the rest of my coworkers left about the bagging station to make it feel friendly and livable for us! No cute sketches on display or little doodles by the other coworkers about fish and other pets like now it’s gonna be brick and mortar boring bland bullshit who do they think they are? Why do they think it’s okay to be the way that they are????!!

Not to mention the hellish training we have to go through and the monthly videos what job makes you do monthly videos? Quizzes at the end? I’m frustrated and angry over the feat dragging and the “veg assured” treatment of the animals not to mention the vet we have attached to our store and I can’t leave an actual review because I don’t want to be out of a job but Aaauuggh !!!! Bettas in cups!!! When we have open tanks!!!! Beardies and leopards housed as multiples!!!! Hamsters housed as multiples!!! Selling CONURES of all birds at the prices they are?!!!

Not to mention the PEOPLE you have to deal with there? The regular customers who think it’s all on you? YOU as a member of the STAFF???!! As if we have ANY communication with ANYONE higher than our store manager? Bro I haven’t even talked face to face a full conversation with our LAST district manager!!!! I wouldn’t even KNOW how to get in contact with HR!!! And what if I did? Brought up the complaints who fucking cares? It would be brushed off and ignored like the reviews I see buried under “teehee my ╲╲╲┏╮┏╮╲╲╲╲╲╲╲╲╲ ╲╲╭┛┻┛┻╮╲╲╲╲╲╭━╮ ▅━╯▋┈▋┈┃╲╲╲╲╲╰╮┃ ┣━━━━━╯╰━━━━━╮┃┃ ╰━━━━┓┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┗╯┃ ╲╲╲╲╲┃┏┓┏━┳┳┓┏━╯ ╲╲╲╲╲┗┛┗┛╲┗┛┗┛╲╲ likes it there” five star reviews.

I’m so angry!!! I’m trying so hard I work so hard and I get “maybe here let’s talk about something else” sort of attitude! And I can’t bring it up with anyone because I’ll either get forced to leave or the person I confide in leaves! So many store managers have left and so many of the other managers above me have also left and I’m thinking I might have to too if this doesn’t go through.

How much longer do I wait? How much longer do I tolerate this until I leave? I’m so frustrated!!! Cooly cutter AUGH nonsense- follow the other locations via visuals bull!!! I’m so fricken done but I can’t be done!!!

Someone please help me.

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Hello, I like your takes about fem mello and matt, do you think a fem matt will be a spy/informant that delivers crucial information to Mello, and would use several disguises so as to not be recognised? Do you also think she might pretend to be stupid and not now anything so as to fool her enemies?

K:- Hey. Sorry for the wait. Hope you are welll.

Female Spy Matt could do whatever you feel like. Personally, I don't feel that playing airhead would be something that comes naturally easy to her after being third in Whammy's school of becoming Batman, but then again, the idea of troll Matt sounds funny, and could work. 

Fictional spy work is a lot more high stakes glamorous then IRL information gathering, which is mostly tedious work. Like watching security tapes until you find the event you are looking for. Even with fast forward, it still takes awhile, and can be pretty boring. 

Wonder if Matt went to Whammies in this AU, as it sounds like it could be a Gallagher Girls crossover.

E:-Great now I got Matt ripping off a fake wig as she getting far far away while on the phone with Mello, in my brain. Need to write. 

K:- you're inspired to write?

E:-I would be glad to write a mini scene for that!

K:- Wow! That's awesome. 

E:-

""-The bottles jump and rattle as the maid pushes through the thick carpet. Muttering under her breath as it gets stuck, pushing through until she finally reaches the room that needed to be serviced for another party from the guest. Getting to the door, she smooths down her gray faded uniform, using the sheen of the nameplate Candlewoods Suite to fix her hair. Brushing back brown bangs, she clears her throat as she knocks loudly on the heavy wooden doors.

"Room Service!"

Heavy footsteps come, and she stands up a bit straighter. The door rips open revealing a large man with cool shades of tinted true blue, pulling his shade down his eyes roam over her form, an unimpressed tsk leaves him.-""

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We never changed Matt and Mellos names right?

K:- Nope. They work as gender neutral names.

E:-

""- "About time, here," the maid scrambles to catch the bag of clothes he tossed," needs to be washed. Get the room ready by tonight and host another party…"

She begins to pull her cart in as the man continues speaking to her in those tones she used to hear through doors, snapping his fingers as he walks out the door. His expensive shoes snag on the way," Fuck! These better not get scuffed!"

"Sorry! It was an accident!" She said scrambling to pull it over, careful to make sure her pile of sheets and towels don't spill. The guest grunts, as he checks his shoes, the maid glances around the room as she leans back from his glare.

"Do your job right," he snaps before leaving, his phone in hand, he leaves completely shutting the door behind him as he complains on the other side of his cell phone. The maid waits, listening his loud voice fade as he leaves the hall and to the elevator. Even as the man's voice is muted, she waits by the door, ear pressed against the cool wood. Hearing nothing she sighs, and pulls away, feeling an itch for a cigarette.

"Finally," she breathes rubbing her neck, she rolls her eyes remembering the guy's attitude," a real prince charming that one."

No guards upstairs– security is lax, she notices, his entourage would be waiting for him below. It's still early morning, four hours max.

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The room was a mess, bottles of champagne everywhere, sheets on the ground and knowing what the staff despises seeing, shimmery glitter in the carpet. If she leans back she could see the bathroom is a mess and she can't even begin to start..So she doesn't. Pulling off the sheets and towels from her cart she finds the cases of wires and small little cameras needed.

Her foot kicks aside plastic flutes on the carpet.

The guest had made a lot of enemies. The maid pulls out paintings and uses a small cutter and begins to dig in. Real big ones willing to pay a good price for dirt, and Mello had connections to make.

So here she was, loyal best friend, MVP, getting to work. Whatever this guy did wasn't her concern, all that matters is funds are refilled and what has their foot nudging into the underground. If there was anything that stuck to her back Whammy's, information was priceless. Hacking into things and getting their hands to make laughing gangs go quiet, and faces go red in all types of shades she ever saw. Give her a laptop and she can find anything, what sucks when you need more of the juicer parts, you're going to have to get in to do that yourself.

She makes quick work, finding spots where she can hide microphones, removing panels of mirrors of aesthetic design for more discreet shots. Feeling under the wood for hollow spaces she hides more as she needs. Her laptop sat on the newly made bed with fresh sheets, multi screens of windows open making sure everything worked.

---

K:- you write a nice spy piece, Eclipse. Good sense of intrigue. 

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Blueberry Lemon Scones

Of course! Here’s a basic recipe for Blueberry Lemon Scones

Ingredients for Blueberry Lemon Scones:

2 cups all-purpose flour

1/3 cup granulated sugar

1 tablespoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

Half a cup of chilled, unsalted butter, divided into little pieces

1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries

Zest of 1 lemon

2/3 cup milk (plus extra for brushing)

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 tablespoon lemon juice

Instructions for Blueberry Lemon Scones:

Preheat the oven to 400°F, or 200°C. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

In a large mixing basin, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt.

Combine the dry ingredients with the chilled, chopped butter. Until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs, cut the butter into the flour with a pastry cutter or your fingers.

Add the lemon zest and blueberries and fold gently.

Combine the milk, lemon juice, and vanilla extract in another basin.

Pour the wet ingredients into the well created in the middle of the dry ingredients. Mix until barely incorporated. Keep in mind that the dough should be somewhat sticky and avoid overmixing it.

After transferring the dough to a floured board, give it a few gentles kneads until it comes together. Roll the dough into a circle that is roughly 2.5 cm (1 inch) thick.

Make eight wedges out of the circular using a sharp knife. Leaving room between each scone, place the wedges on the baking sheet that has been prepared.

Drizzle a bit more milk over the scones’ tops.

The scones should be baked for 15 to 18 minutes, or until golden brown.

Before serving, let the scones cool for a few minutes on a wire rack.

Optional: For extra sweetness, you can spread a simple glaze made of powdered sugar and a small amount of lemon juice over the scones once they have cooled.

Enjoy your homemade Blueberry Lemon Scones!

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The Significance of Agriculture Equipment in India

India's agriculture sector is diverse and complex, encompassing a wide range of crops and practices. Whether you are a smallholder farmer or part of a large agribusiness, the right agriculture equipment can make a world of difference. Here's why agriculture equipment is crucial in India:

Enhanced Productivity: Modern agriculture equipment significantly boosts productivity, allowing farmers to produce more with less manual labor.

Time Efficiency: Farming equipment saves time, enabling farmers to focus on multiple tasks and achieve higher crop yields.

Cost Efficiency: By reducing labor costs and increasing output, agriculture equipment contributes to cost-efficiency, benefiting both farmers and consumers.

Sustainability: Many modern farming equipment and techniques are designed to be environmentally friendly, reducing the environmental impact of agriculture.

Precision Agriculture: Equipment like precision seeders and harvesters enables precise planting and harvesting, optimizing resource utilization.

Vinglob Greentech: Pioneering Agriculture Equipment Manufacturers in India

Vinglob Greentech is a name synonymous with innovation, quality, and reliability in the field of agriculture equipment manufacturing. Here's why they are the preferred choice for farmers and gardeners across India:

Wide Range of Equipment: Vinglob Greentech offers an extensive range of agriculture equipment, catering to diverse farming and gardening needs. Whether you're cultivating crops, tending to a garden, or managing a sprawling farm, they have the right tools for you.

Innovative Solutions: The company is committed to staying at the forefront of agricultural technology. They continuously innovate and adapt their equipment to meet the evolving needs of Indian farmers.

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Dedicated Customer Support: Vinglob Greentech is not just about selling equipment; they are committed to providing comprehensive support to their customers. From product selection to after-sales service, they are there every step of the way.

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Vinglob Greentech's product portfolio spans a wide spectrum of agriculture and gardening equipment. Here are some of their key offerings:

Tractors and Tillers: Vinglob Greentech manufactures a range of tractors and tillers, from compact models suitable for small farms to powerful tractors for large-scale agriculture.

Seeders and Planters: Their precision seeders and planters ensure accurate and efficient planting, reducing seed wastage and optimizing crop yield.

Harvesters: The company offers a variety of harvesters for different crops, making the harvesting process faster and more efficient.

Irrigation Equipment:Vinglob Greentech provides a range of irrigation solutions, including drip irrigation systems, sprinklers, and pumps, to ensure optimal water management.

Garden Tools: For gardening enthusiasts, they offer a selection of garden tools and equipment, including lawnmowers, hedge trimmers, and more.

Cultivators and Ploughs: Their cultivators and ploughs are designed to prepare the soil for planting, ensuring a healthy and productive crop.

Embrace Modern Agriculture with Vinglob Greentech

As India's agriculture sector continues to evolve, embracing modern farming and gardening practices becomes increasingly important. Vinglob Greentech empowers farmers and gardeners with high-quality, innovative agriculture equipment that enhances productivity, sustainability, and profitability.

Whether you're a traditional farmer looking to modernize your operations or a gardening enthusiast seeking efficient tools, Vinglob Greentech has you covered. Contact them today to explore their wide range of agriculture and gardening equipment and embark on a journey towards more productive and sustainable farming and gardening practices. Elevate your agricultural endeavors with Vinglob Greentech, your trusted partner in agriculture equipment manufacturing in India.

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How to Find Reliable Brush Cutter Suppliers in India: A Step-by-Step Guide

Brush cutters are tools that are used to maintain agricultural gardens, fields and landscapes. It is a gardening tool that has a rotating blade which cuts thick grass, foliage and even small trees. The instrument is handheld or could be attached to a harness. 

Step-by-step guide to finding a reliable brush cutter supplier

You need to first define what your requirements are to select the best brush cutter supplier in India. This could include details of the power source, the cutting width and the use that you will be putting the brush cutter to. Make sure to know what your specific needs are which will help you to narrow down your choices. It will help you to identify the supplier who can meet your expectations.

You can now go online and search for online resources to learn about the various brush cutter supplier in India. An internet search will throw up a list of reputed suppliers. Scan through the companies and look for positive reviews. What kind of product offerings do they have and how is their online presence? Make sure that you pay close attention to the customer feedback so you can gauge the satisfaction of the previous customers.

Check the credibility of the company. You should verify this to understand the reputation of the suppliers. Check their certifications and see what kind of industry affiliations they have. Suppliers who are ISO-certified should be selected. Or they should be members of some trade association and should have a track record of supplying quality products. Do not deal with unregistered or unverified suppliers as it could lead to fraud.

Now that you have narrowed down your choices look for recommendations of the suppliers from trusted sources. You can ask some agricultural experts or fellow farmers who have been using brush cutters. Enquire about their experience and after-sales support if they have used the services of the same company that you shortlisted. If you can get some personal recommendations then it is highly valuable and can let you make a more confident choice.

Compare the products and the prices once you shortlist the potential suppliers. Make sure that you check the specifications, product offerings and the process to understand the best value for money. The warranty coverage, brand reputation and other features should be looked into. Take quotes from various suppliers and negotiate the price so you get a competitive deal and also do not compromise on quality.

Assess what kind of customer service the supplier provides. What is their pre-sales assistance, how do they share the product information and what kind of after-sales support will they provide? You can contact the suppliers by email or phone and see how prompt they are to answer your queries. You should always choose a supplier who keeps customer satisfaction as his top priority.

Check the warranty and the service policies of the company. Review the terms and conditions. The supplier should offer enough coverage and support in case of any malfunction or defect. They should offer prompt servicing and you should also have access to genuine spare parts through them.

Before you finalise the purchase make sure that you read and then sign the contract. The supplier should offer secure payment and prompt delivery. This should be as per the terms agreed on. Bank transfers and online payment gateways through reputed platforms should always be preferred.

Conclusion

Finding a reliable brush cutter supplier in India is not easy. This is because of the numerous options available in the market. Here we have walked you through the steps that can help you in identifying the best brush cutter supplier. You need one who is trustworthy like Royal Kissan Agro. They offer quality products at competitive prices and has good after-sales and customer service.

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Revolutionize your gardening routine with our Brush Cutter Machine, now available for purchase online at unbeatable prices. Elevate your gardening experience by effortlessly browsing and buying top-quality brush cutters from the comfort of your home.

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Ditch the Cord, Embrace the Clean: A Deep Dive into the Eureka Forbes Cordless Zerobend Z10 Vacuum Cleaner

Are you tired of tripping over the endless cord of your traditional vacuum cleaner? Do you long for the freedom to clean every nook and cranny without restriction? Well, say hello to your new best friend – the Eureka Forbes Cordless Zerobend Z10. This sleek and powerful machine promises to revolutionize your cleaning routine, and in this blog, we'll take a deep dive into its features, performance, and whether it lives up to the hype.

First Impressions:

The Zerobend Z10 certainly makes a stylish statement. Available in a sleek black finish, it boasts a lightweight and ergonomic design that's comfortable to hold even during extended cleaning sessions. The docking station adds a touch of convenience, neatly storing the machine and its accessories when not in use.

Performance Powerhouse:

But looks are just the beginning. The Zerobend Z10 packs a punch when it comes to cleaning power. It delivers 22 kPa suction in turbo mode, making it effective on both hard floors and carpets. The ZeroBend technology allows you to clean under furniture and low areas without bending, which is a major back-saver.

Tech-Savvy Features:

This isn't just your average vacuum cleaner. The Zerobend Z10 comes loaded with tech-savvy features that make cleaning a breeze. The LED display keeps you informed about battery level and suction mode, while the multi-floor cleaning brush automatically adjusts to different surfaces.

Additional Perks:

Long runtime: Enjoy up to 40 minutes of cleaning time in eco mode, perfect for quick cleanups.

4-stage cyclonic filtration: Say goodbye to dust bunnies and allergens! The multi-stage filtration system ensures clean air is released back into the room.

Easy to clean: The dust bin is detachable and washable, making maintenance a breeze.

Versatile accessories: Crevice tool, upholstery brush, and floor nozzle - the Zerobend Z10 is equipped to tackle every cleaning challenge.

Who is it for?

Cord-cutters: If you're tired of wrestling with cords, the Zerobend Z10 is a game-changer.

Back pain sufferers: The ZeroBend technology makes cleaning comfortable and pain-free.

Pet owners: The powerful suction tackles pet hair with ease.

Tech enthusiasts: The smart features and LED display provide an extra layer of convenience.

Busy households: The long runtime and quick charging make it perfect for everyday cleaning.

Final Thoughts:

If you're looking for a high-performance, convenient, and stylish vacuum cleaner, the Eureka Forbes Cordless Zerobend Z10 is a top contender. Its innovative features, powerful suction, and sleek design make it a worthwhile investment for your home. Ditch the cord, embrace the clean, and experience the future of vacuuming with the Zerobend Z10.

I hope this blog has given you a comprehensive overview of the Eureka Forbes Cordless Zerobend Z10 Vacuum Cleaner. Feel free to leave a comment below with your own thoughts or questions! Buy at Poorvika Online for the Best Price.