#omniscient oc

[singswan-springswan]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Jason Todd & Original Female Character(s), Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s) Series: Part 17 of Stowaway Summary:

Jason has a sudden itching case of the vibes. There's only one person he can think to share it with.

[areuwu]

Kim Dokja’s Love!

A repost from my twitter!

For the full story, you can purchase the full pdf on my ko-fi!

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[sleepyminty]

The ‘plain-looking character who is VERY MUCH SOMETHING to the narrative’ alignment chart

Here’s a very bad example

[battleslippers]

putting my oc twice because i have free will

[auuwmk]

don't raise your pitchforks at me but yoo joonghyuk is technically doksoo's love child if you think about it

[skylar-325]

i see far too much of myself in this idiot

[yhksweep]

hsy's editor

random stuff + ocs

[miraneko19]

"Peak shounen" this, "epic battles/romance" that, I cant look for recs like this anymore. My brain and its wants are so specific. It wants things to get OBSESSED with. I dont care if the show is great or if it's barely even that good. If there's something in there that has gotten people obsessed with it, be it the world or the characters (but being attached to the characters is a must for me) I want it. I want it now. My brain won't watch things that are just "really good" rn I need something lovably stupid to happen in the series that makes me laugh and turns my brain into a frothing BLENDER

[fandomzwriterk]

Haven’t watched Arcane YET… but I think this takes place slightly before/during season 2 (also will be a full series after I finish the show. This is just an impression I get from an outside viewer.)

Viktor x [*******]!Reader

Inspired by Out There by Nathan Sharp/Natewantstobattle/Neito Han)

Warnings: none, just swearing (at least just in this part of the series)

Reader || Jayce || Viktor || Heimerdinger || Mel

“Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space”

Jayce’s voice echoed around the room as he spoke with Heimerdinger about what to do next with what they learned about Hextech. Viktor, lost in thought, scribbled on the drawing board as Jayce rambled on and on.

“You work too much Viktor. You need rest. When was the last time you slept in an actual bed?”

Viktor’s mind wandered, staring at the chalkboard thinking about the equation in front of him. He didn’t even hear nor notice his mentor and peer talking to him.

“Viktor!”

“Hm? Oh sorry Jayce I was just thinking.”

“You think too much.”

“As do you boy.”

“I… okay. I can’t disagree.”

Viktor went back to the board, his eyes scanning over a small writing with an arrow pointing to a mechanic on something he was designing. Jayce nodded to Heimerdinger, who had his mind set and left both men to think and reflect on themselves. He shook his head as he left. Oh boy was he grateful and also not grateful for both of these inventors.

“Gonna tell me what you’re working on?”

“I honestly don’t know what it is myself. It came to me in a dream.”

“What was it about?”

Jayce sat at the edge of the table, one leg folded over the other as he crossed his arms and settled to listen to whatever Viktor had to say. His amber eyes focused on his colleague and best friend, someone he considered close to him.

“I barely remember the details. It was brief, just a mere few seconds and haven’t had the vision since then.”

“That was three weeks ago. Not even a single moment you remember?”

Viktor shook his head, brows furrowed as he thought over and over about this thing was in front of him on the board.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something and-“

The Hextech core whirled with power, purple and gold energy swirling around the core as it shook violently, about to break off of its stand and fly into the wall.

“Viktor…”

The core shot off its stand, flying out the window and sailing up, prompting Jayce to chase after it, slamming into the door and falling into the hallway as the light of the core could be seen from every window in Piltover.

“Don’t let it get away!” Jayce shouted as he picked himself up from the floor, standing up after a few slips and bolting for the stairs

Viktor wasn’t far behind him, crutch right next to him and the door, slamming the door behind both of them as Viktor started falling behind his partner.

“Jayce wait!”

His pleas went unanswered, Jayce speeding up the stairs like his life depended on it. Viktor struggled, but he wasn’t that far behind his friend. The core continued to fly up and up towards the sky of Piltover, prompting both men to start running faster as best they could.

“Jayce? What are you-“

Jayce finally reached the final floor, feet almost sliding across the floor as he came to a halt in the entrance to the council room. Viktor made it a few seconds behind him, Heimerdinger following both men as well.

“What is it doing?”

The core pulsed with energy, hovering over the center of the room as purple, white, and gold light filled the room. It started to expand, parts drifting away from each other as it began to shake violently once more.

“Get down!”

Jayce and Viktor went flying across the room as the core blew apart and lit the room up with blinding light, both men lying prone on the ground as the building shook and the walls began to crack. The core shattered as it hit the floor, just a few feet away from Viktor as Jayce lay stunned on the ground. Viktor struggled to his feet, barely able to register what just happened to the core. As the light began to dim, Viktor rubbed his eyes, just barely able to see now as the room went back to its original self.

“What in the world?”

It took about 30 seconds for Viktor to realize what he was staring at. There, in the center of the room surrounded by pieces of the core, lay a young woman with long hair and bruised skin. Cuts and scars lined her body, her white and gold dress torn to almost shreds as she lay there half unconscious.

“Viktor! Help Jayce while I help her.”

Viktor slowly made his way to Jayce, who could barely sit up as he clutched the side of his head, seeming to try and ground himself back into the real world.

“Come on. Up you go.”

Viktor pulled Jayce up to stand by the back of his coat, Jayce seeming to finally awaken fully as Viktor helped him stand straight.

“Who in the name of Zaun is that?”

“Why are you asking me?”

The woman lay on the floor, body half battered as if she fled from war within the core itself. Golden metallic patterns of what looked liked stars on her skin went from her hands to her neck, thin lines connecting each dot between each other.

“What just happened up-“

Mel froze, her body did not dare step into the council room. Something told her this was very wrong.

“Jayce, you and Viktor get her to the medical ward. She doesn’t seem to have any major injuries. Heimerdinger and I will let the council know.”

Jayce picked up the woman, carrying her bridal style, and made his way towards the medical wing as Viktor kept his eyes on the girl as they both walked.

“How did that even happen?”

“I guess there’s more to Hextech that we don’t know about.”

“Well yes but a person appearing out of thin air? That doesn’t seem plausible nor a part of the hypothetical equation we made.”

“This is something for us to study Viktor. We must know more about who she is and how she got here. There has to be an answer.”

“You’re putting your study above the woman who’s injured in your arms? That seems out of character even for you. You’re the man who always wants to save Piltover and its people, no matter the cost. You just want to study her like a project. She’s human too Jayce.”

“You’re telling me you’re not intrigued?”

“Well I don’t want to treat her like a project.”

“I’m not saying I’m going to do that I-“

“You mean you want to pretend that she’s some equation that you want to figure out and see if it betters the people.”

“You make me sound arrogant.”

“Well you’re worried more about the research than her health.”

To be continued!!! (After I finish the show… whenever that’ll be)

[kairolan]

[observer-of-lifetimes]

Lore!!!( lowkey kinda dry and weird) This thing was not beta read , so yeah I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense 💀 you can ask if there are parts that are confusing , and if there’s any grammar issues PLEASE TELL ME

@kim-deadja you asked to be tagged , so yeah I hope you like it!

Would you like to listen to the story of the constellation,”Observer of lifetimes”?

They were once a child , just like everyone else, after all , we all start from scratch .

They were a very … silent , timid , never speaking up unless told to ,but they knew enough to want for equality. However, they could never act upon their wishes , having been too weak from the start.

That desire would lead them to their inevitable “end”

From a young age , it was already noticeable, that child was an observer.

Petty fights , all the way to bugs walking on the ground , they observed them slowly making their way back home through the blades of grass.

They weren’t a very noticeable individual, so they were surprised that someone had come up to them , and asked if they wanted to be friends.

They looked at the girl , before smiling , and responded with a yes , having thought that no one would be their friend because they’re so silent.

If they had continued being like this , they would’ve lived a wonderful life .

However , fate decided otherwise .

All trials come to an end , just like adulthood and innocence , when that child grew to 17 , the scenarios began .

{ The trial for the world , “Eiennoheiwa” has reached its end. }

[ The first scenario has begun ]

They stood there frozen in place , staring at the timer going from ten minutes , to nine , then to eight.

They thought it unfair , that they had to repent for something they never agreed to.

Nobody wanted this , they thought.

They would eventually learn that fate was never fair .

Then , the girl who had asked to be their friend all those years ago , asked them something .

“ will you kill me? I know you’ll probably say no but I won’t judge you for it , I’d understand .” She has looked at them with such a soft look , one that held no mirth , only acceptance.

They only stared at their friend, one who had stayed with them since elementary school, and with no hesitation, said,

[ How could I ever kill you? ]

They never truly wanted to kill them .

If anything they would have given everything to her , if she had just asked for it . 

After all , she was the first and only one to ever approach them . To never judge them , and to actually bother with understanding their thought process .

She smiled , looking down before looking back up with a neutral  expression ¨ I knew you'd say that . However , we´re the only two living organisms here . ¨

She sighed before looking at them , her eyes holding only numbness and acceptance . ¨ If anyone has to die , i won't let it happen to you first . It's the least I can do . ¨

A gentle hand patted their head , scratching their scalp soothingly . As they processed her words , a glass bottle was swung towards their neck , taking advantage of their confusion .

Eyes widening , acting on instinct  , they flinched and quickly threw a punch , a loud resounding crack filled the room , before a thump and then it was silent .

When they finally came back to their senses , their vision cleared to reveal their friend , hair splayed out on the floor soaked with blood , with more pooling around . A soft smile was on their lips as those lifeless eyes looked unblinkingly at the ceiling . 

Hands trembling , they fell to their knees , seeing their friend's neck snapped at an unnatural angle, slowly cradling them to their chest , they shook her gently .

[ Incarnation, “E■ K■■■■■■” Has killed incarnation , “ Jìsì Liánhuā” and has therefore passed the scenario.]

[ ¨ Liánhuā ? ¨ ]

A soft voice asked their companion , hoping for an answer , even though they already heard the message . 

No answer . 

Tears gently streamed down their cheeks  , as they felt the warmth from her body slowly start leaving her , being a cold lifeless corpse , no trace of the life that used to inhabit her body . 

Sobs wrecked their body , even if she had told them that it was okay to kill her , that she'd understand , that she would never judge them .

[ It didn't take away from the fact that they killed her ]

As they kneeled down on the floor , letting the blood of their friend stain the fabric of their shirt and pants , they tried to find out what had they done to deserve this . They held their friend's hand , now cold . When they couldn't find a single thing that they'd done wrong , they were enraged at how unfair fate could be .

Filled with emotion , not in their right mind , they rashly chose the constellation , ¨ Scale of Equality ¨ As their sponsor . 

They should've waited .

Unfortunately it was too late . 

[ Incarnation , “ E■ K■n s ■ ■ ■” has gotten the stigma , “ Flames of Equality ” ]

When they tested it out , they realized that it required their blood in order to activate the stigma . However , the flames could both destroy everything in the vicinity  and heal at the same time .

¨ Everything requires an equal , your blood is the equal in return for the stigma . ¨ The constellation had told them . 

They nodded before thinking ,

[ That makes sense ] 

But it still didn't take away the pain of their blade tearing through the palm of their hand . 

Overtime , they came across a group of people , they were not cautious , in fact they were friendly , taking them in with no resistance and staying with them as they talked around a fire and fought with them as a team . They soon allowed themselves to lower their guard and began to talk with them as if they were old companions . 

However the lingering feeling of not being able to protect them wouldn't go away . 

So , driven by a determination to protect their companions ,

[ Driven by a fear of losing their companions ]

They had recklessly tore through buildings , were quick to wet their blade with blood to activate their stigma, and did not hesitate to end someone's life , even if the issue could be resolved peacefully .

In their eyes , even the smallest threat could kill them all .

They did not see the fear in their companions' eyes when they returned covered in blood .

And then  grew too comfortable.

When one of their companions grew sick , they quickly offered to go outside to search for medicinal herbs . 

When they returned they saw the place bathed in dismantled limbs and traces of blood . 

¨ ■?¨ They asked .

No answer . 

When they saw the remains of their companions strewed about all over the place , they lost it .

[ Didn’t you feel that shiver up your spine?]

[ Didn’t you feel like somebody nearby with malicious intent?]

[ Didn’t you feel eye on you? ]

[WHYDIDNTICOMEBACKWHYDIDNTITRYHEALTHEMWHYDIDILOWERMYGUARDWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYW WH Y W HY W HY WH Y W H Y W H Y]

They let out a gut wrenching scream , sobbing as they fell down and clenched their fists , tears streaming down their face as they mourned the loss of the people that cared for them when they were at their worst . 

They stayed there . 

Even when they were drenched by the rain .

Even when their stomach yelled at them for food .

Even when the weather tried to push them away . 

They stayed there . 

They stayed there for a month , digging through the soil to clear out a space for the remains of their friends . Slowly carving out the headstones for them ,  they stared  at their hands , ones that were used to hold on to people . 

When they finally finished , they kneeled down . 

[ I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you ] 

[ Im sorry that I didn't try . ] 

[ I'm sorry I didn't come back sooner ] 

…

[I'm sorry for everything ]

With a heavy heart , they looked up at the sky , watching the constellations shine brightly , and they narrow their eyes in contempt as they realized , 

[ We´ re just entertainment to them .]

And so they faced the other direction and looked at their sponsor . 

{ Incarnation , ¨    E ■ K ■ ■■■■■¨ Is looking at their  sponsor , ¨ Scale of equality ¨ ]

They still didn't learn their lesson .

They acted upon their desires again , wanting an equal to their companions death , to somehow become stronger to ensure this would never happen again.

They had begged for the constellation to help them prevent another loss all because they could not see the bigger picture, to help them see all possibilities of what could happen.

The constellation , having grown attached to the mortal , granted their wish , sacrificing most of their probability .

At first , they could not see a thing .

When they asked their constellation what was happening, they had replied with a weak , shaky response.

[ “ For each lifetime you live , you will gain a pair of “eyes” , they will help you “see” the path you want to take , and observe your companions .” ]

They were first grateful , but then they realized it was a curse.

They soon realized that they were effectively immortal .

They didn’t think much of it at first , they only realized they didn’t age , as they felt their hands .

But then they lived for a century , which was considered a lifetime , it was akin to a broken mirror when they first gained their “eyes”.

They felt their mental state slowly become strained as they struggled to comprehend the new way of seeing ,clutching their head .

In addition to their regular sight ,They saw another view , one eye that was observing their friend , and one eye seeing the possibilities for their actions , yet it only saw one other possible outcome .

But that wasn’t enough , the people they wanted to save died .

So they said ,

[ I’ll try again . I can’t fail this time. ]

When they had lived for another century , the scenarios still weren’t finished , and so their companions died again . In return , they lived for another lifetime , making more relationships, thinking they could perhaps save them that time.

[ I’ll try again , this time I can’t fail .]

And when they had lived 10 lifetimes , the possibilities of their choices and the view of the other eyes were already putting too much strain on the mental and physical limits of their vessel.

But they still persisted through the pain.

[ I… I’ll try again . I won’t fail again , it’s not possible , right? ]

[ I’ll keep going , I’ll succeed eventually. ] [ I’ll keep trying ]

[ I’ll keep trying ]

[ I’ll keep trying ]

[ They keep dying .]

It was the 142nd lifetime they had lived through when that thought appeared .

At that time , they finally managed to guide their companions through worst part of the scenarios .

Or so they thought .

Now, the seed of doubt had begun to grow in their mind , slowly taking root in their mind as they progressed through centuries

…

Insanity was something hard to avoid when you keep seeing your companions die , over and over again , but they still tried . They still persisted . They gained over a thousand pairs of “eyes” , enduring the pain of seeing through each and every one of them .

[ I’ll …… try again. ]

….

[Againagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagainagain ag ain a gai n aga in a g ain a g a in a g a i n ]

… [ I’ ll tr y ag ai-]

{ Do you really want to keep going through this cycle ? }

A small part of them , selfish part of them , thought that .

And that was what broke the camels back.

[ I cant keep going on. ]

And so , after witnessing another death , they fell down and sat there , asking why were they so weak . Why were they so utterly useless that they could never prevent the death of their friends.

They finally accepted that they could not thwart death , for it would come when it wanted to , that destiny was never fair and never will be .

Then , when their constellation had stopped responding to their questions , when they had thousands of eyes, , when they had lived a life of eternity and death , they asked their constellation one last question .

One thing had bothered them the most in all those millennia, was that they could always hear the voices of the ones they lost , telling them of the possible outcomes of each and every situation.When they gained another eye it was the color of the eye of the person they lost.

And so , they asked with a numb soul ,

“ What are these “eyes” made out of? Why can I hear the voices of people I’ve lost long ago?”

The constellation was silent , before responding,

[ “Your “eyes” are made out of the souls of people you’ve lost . They are there to help you find a way through your eternal journey , and to help you observe the people you what to keep safe .” ]

[ ” Dear child , I’m sorry .” ]

They did not hear how weak their constellation’s voice was.

They stare at the constellation, before watching them slowly crumble into dust , having exhausted their probability, just for their incarceration. The star that they were so used to seeing shine , faded away and the sky became dark.

Then , all of those emotions they hid away from the world , locking them up into the deepest depths of their soul , poured out .

The regret , sorrow , grief, rage , sadness, and pain they tried to keep contained flowed out , gathering in their eyes as a form of tears , they dropped down to their knees , sobbing and clutching at the ground , wailing as they finally realized they were now alone in this never ending cycle of life and death.

{ The incarnation , “ E■ K■■■■■■ ” has become a constellation due to abnormal circumstances. }

{ Cause :

1 . The incarnation , “ Ei Kansoku” had exhausted their constellation, “ Scale of Equality ” probability , therefore being the person will killed the constellation Effect:

2 . Due to the wishes of the constellation , “Scale of equality” , the incarnation , “ Ei Kansoku ”has now inherited multiple stories , reaching the requirements for a constellation. }

{ Your modifier, is “Sca le o f eq a u li t -” }

{ ERROR }

One thing about them , was that they never truly longed for equality, they only ever wanted to observe , to never get involved because it would always drag them and others into terrible situations, they knew that now.

They only noticed now , that whenever they got involved , they had only brought the death of their friends.

As a result , they promised to never interfere with another life again . For the mortals own good .

They resolved to always be an obs■rver.

Not to balance a scale.

{ E■ Ka n s ■ku’s “■■” is Eq au l it——-}

{ ERROR }

{ Due to the repeated offense of the rules in the star stream , E■ Kansoku has been given an another end. }

Their constellation truly loved them , but instead bestowed a curse upon them.

{ Ei Kansoku’s “■■” is “ Cursed observance” }

{ Ei Kansoku’s Constellation title is “Observer of lifetimes” }

Now , they kneel down on the thin barrier separating them from the lifetimes below , sighing in regret as they accept their fate .

They watched for eons . They offered soft words of encouragement to incarnations , watching the life and death of their lifetime . However they would never truly go down there to intervene.

While they watched , their eyes observed too , being a sentient creature , after all they were souls . Unable to convince themselves to keep them locked up , they allowed the souls of the dead to look at who they wanted to observe .

While they had resolved to never intervene with something’s fate , their “eyes” did not . Time to time , when they found someone particularly intriguing, they would follow them , observing , and bestow small blessings upon them , taking out bits and pieces of the constellations probability.

They asked for permission, but there were times where they were particularly defiant , and just blessed incarnations without consent , but they didn’t mind , they owed it to souls to let them live the life they wanted.

They watched everything , and nothing all at once , for they were connected. They found no reason to restrict the souls, for they had already taken eons of what could’ve been peace for them , and instead used them as a tool without realizing.

Millions of years passed , and the constellation slowly became numb , observing the cycle of life and death of lifetimes .

But then , Earth had ended its trial .

Their “eyes” accumulated around that channel , and soon they were drawn in observing the incarnations lifetimes.

Watching the incarnations , they realized they grew attached .

[ I want to see them continue . I want to see them live. ]

They pressed their lips together , clenching their fists , before sighing .

[ Perhaps…. Maybe…. I’ll indulge myself and intervene with the incarnations once again]

The story of the incarnation, “Ei Kansoku “ has not been completed, but all of it has been told .

Dear reader , thank you .

AN: THIS SHIT HAD ME UP FOR HOURS EVEN THOUGH IT WASNT ALL THAT LONG . I deleted too many paragraphs….. I should’ve been revising documents but meh . It’s okay . Overtime is a thing! Anyways , thank you for reading this , I really hope you enjoyed reading this crap . No this isn’t read by anyone else . So yeah .

[singswan-springswan]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jason Todd & Original Female Character(s), Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s) Series: Part 11 of Stowaway Summary:

League training dictates that Jason be able to navigate to a safehouse under any amount of consciousness, even when high on blood loss. So how did he end up here?

[insomniphic]

Little magma doodles I did with friend

@blackkatdraws2

+ non-Magma doodles of Talia and Narry

[sleepyminty]

Character who manipulate the narrative to delete their entire existence from the plot my beloved

[tifellatki]

Happy spooky Month 🎃

[cherrybunniesposts]

MINDBOUND

After learning that a dangerous weapons dealer may be in cahoots with the League of Villains, Aizawa knows he can't let this man walk free. Aizawa follows him into the League of Villians lair, but what happens when the beloved pro hero is captured by the very man he was supposed to hunt?

Author's note: hi lovelies! this post features Aizawa×older!male reader. This is a one-shot, and likely will not be expanded further. Reader is alluded to being an older wealthy gentleman with his hands in dirty deals, but not directly part of the League of Villians himself. POV alternates between Aizawa, Reader, and third person. Thank you to @princeasimdiya12 for requesting this! ♡

Content Warning: kidnapping, restraints, dub con, chastity cages, hypnosis, male squirting, degradation,use of vibrators, overstimulation, male n!pple play, shoe riding, abuse of power. Manipulation, implications of master/slave BDSM dynamics towards the end.

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"oh? what's this?"

Aizawa lets out a startled grunt as a large hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling the hero's head back in one easy movement. The hold was demeaning; making him feel as though he was no better than a small kitten being grabbed by the scruff of their neck in correction.

Relying on honed instincts as he tries to get clear eye contact with the man currently holding him by the neck, his quirk is rendered ineffective as his vision was blurred at the edges. He could faintly make out key features like dark slicked back hair, a grey suit and ruby red tie, and a hooked nose- and yet his eyes were lazy and unfocused, as if trying to peer through smudged lenses of glass.

When Aizawa had been tipped off that the older gentlemen in a suit and carrying a metal briefcase may have direct involvement with the League of Villians, he had been quick to act. The League of Villians were powerful enough individually with their quirks, but if human weaponry was involved in their upcoming plans, he feared what would happen to innocent citizens if this rumored deal was successful. However, the man seemed to have caught wind of the pro hero on his tails and had set a trap instead. Slinking back in the shadows and waiting until the hero was distracted by toga and two face arguing - taking advantage of his window of opportunity.

"Don't you pro heroes learn? Little heros shouldn't stick their noses where they don't belong."

Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he once again attempted eye contact with the older gentleman, needing to get the upper hand in this situation. Instead of the intended effect, his vision blurs further and his limbs begin to feel weighed down as if being dragged under water. Who was this man, and why was his quirk not working on him?

"Not to worry though, a pet can always learn new tricks with the right teachings. Let's see how handsome you'll look on your knees."

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The wealthy gentleman reclines in his loveseat across from the slumped over hero, tapping his finger on his glass of whiskey patiently. After watching the pro hero collapse to the ground, it had been easy to load Aizawa into his car and bring him back to his home office. He had been reluctant to do so but had eventually settled on restraining the pro hero's wrists with rope and covering his eyes with the ruby tie he had slipped off of his own neck. Until he was confident that the hero had been lulled into full submission of the mind, this would have to suffice for now.

A sharp inhale of air guides his attention away from his glass just quick enough for him to watch as Aizawa slowly sits up, trying to get his bearings. He knew the man's back likely ached from the way he had been bent sideways for so long and his wrists were pinned together but what was most important was Aizawa's current mind state- disoriented and groggy enough to leave him relaxed, making him malleable to bend to his will.

He leans forward and slips one curled finger under the ruby toned tie to remove it, gently shushing the younger man when Aizawa flinches away at the touch. He leans back and patiently folds up his tie once more; seeming amused when Aizawa's eyes glow red from the activation of his quirk. He could see the pro hero was already trying to twist out of the rope restraints around his wrists but he makes no move to correct Aizawa just yet, allowing the younger man to learn on his own that these knots would not be undone so easily.

"Don't bother, your quirk is useless on me. Some of us weren't blessed with quirks like you. For people like me,we have to learn how to rely on other weapons to gain power in this world."

A scoff slips from Aizawa's lips, his wrists continuing to twist back and forth inside the restraints.

"is that what I am for you then? Another weapon to brand and then sell on the black market?"

The man's lips curl up into an amused smirk, his body leaning forward to rest a hand on the pro hero's knee.

"Amusing idea, but not quite. I have a more..personal use for you, pet."

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"Relax your mind, pet. You are safe with me. Let your mind empty, and focus only on my words."

The younger man's eyelids flutter closed as he listened to the other man, willing his mind to empty. He had already accepted the fact he wouldn't be able to get out of these restraints anytime soon, and he was beginning to lose hope. While this older man was quirkless he was not powerless completely- the soothing drawl of his voice slipping into his ears and wiggling into his brain, infecting his every thought. The man knew how to spin every word to his charm and every touch to his benefit and to Aizawa's own humiliation, it was working on him.

"Very good, pet. You have nothing to fear. You are in very capable hands. Forget about being Eraser head, forget about being a teacher. Your life will be so much simpler, once you have an Open Mind."

The other man adjusts Aizawa on his lap, continuing to stroke his thigh soothingly. It had taken a bit of cooing on his part before Aizawa was willing to actually allow this but his continued patience had succeeded- and the younger man's calm behavior was being rewarded with gentle pets. He presses a soft kiss to Aizawa's temple before sliding his free hand up, rubbing his side.

"I can take care of you pet, you just need to trust me. Let me take care of all your needs, little hero. Keep an Open Mind, pet. Lift your hips."

Aizawa pushes his hips up, watching as the older man easily tugged down his pants and let them drop to the ground. His boxers were quick to come next, and yet the expected shame he assumed would come never follows.

"Open Mind.. i wish for you to spit on my hand, pet"

The connection between the phrase "open mind" and the following command was already beginning to link in Aizawa's brain, the results of the other man's hypnosis. He dips his head down and spits a glob of saliva into the other man's palm, groaning when he rewards his behavior with a few pumps of his now slick fist around his length. Each of the other man's movements were steady and calculated, always maintaining control at every moment. Aizawa was his to play with, and he would not let the younger man learn that his authority could be questioned.

The rough skin of the other man's hand on his embarrassingly hard length felt satisfying- the drag of rough skin and the slippery texture of his saliva acting as lube making his eyes roll back. He grunts as he rocks his hips up, fucking his length into the older man's fist over and over again. He grits his teeth each time the other man squeezes his length or lightly smacks the tip of his length against his belly, smearing sticky pre cum onto his skin in thin strings.

"Feels good, doesn't it pet? This is what you needed- what you'll always need from now on."

Aizawa grits his teeth at the other man's words and in a momentary lapse in judgement to try and save the withering remains of his pride, he snaps out the first response that comes to mind.

"I don't need shit from you, old pervert."

The other man tuts lightly at Aizawa's words; pulling his hand away from his throbbing length with a deep sigh. The younger man chokes down a reluctant whine when the much needed friction is taken away, his hips bucking up into the air before going still once more.

"Hmm, perhaps you haven't fully learned your place just yet, pet. Pets who speak out of turn don't get what they want."

The other man leans over, pulling out a small box hidden under his desk. He pulls the lid off, revealing a plethora of toys ranging from whips to ball gags- assorted items that had Aizawa instantly regretting his earlier words.

The younger man is forced to watch as the other man pulls out a small silver contraption of interlinked metal coils- a cock cage. The other man secures the cage into place, watching the younger man jolt at the sensation of cool metal wrapped around his heated skin. Aizawa naively assumes that was the extent of the toys that would be used on him- only to cry out in surprise when a buzzing vibrator is pressed against the small opening at the tip of the cage, pressed directly against his slit.

The younger man's eyes bug open in alarm before his back curls up, letting out a drawn out groan as he's worked over the edge mercilessly. The buzzing sounds echo in the room for only a few brief moments before he keens loudly and pushes his hips up- thick globs of cum spraying out and splattering onto the office wood floor.

The older man chuckles in amusement at just how pathetic the scene had been, finding it equal parts endearing and arousing. He holds the vibrator in place for a few more moments, only satisfied when the other man's body starts to violently jerk, and his squirt joins his previous load on the wooden flooring.

He finally clicks the vibrator off and sets the toy down onto his coffee table in front of them, one patient hand rubbing Aizawa as he shivers through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Without giving the younger man any more recovery time he curls his hand around Aizawa's jaw, shaking his head slightly to get him to focus.

"Open Mind, pet. I Wish for you to kneel at my feet."

The older man watches as Aizawa's blissed out form slides off of his lap, grunting as he moves to stand. He slides down onto his knees, moving until he was straddling the other man's right leg. He lets out a shaky exhale as he tried to ease the tremors wracking through his body, his mind thoroughly guided into submission following the intense pleasure he had been subjected to. His previous attitude had slipped away in favor of letting his mind remain empty of any more thoughts- his brain feeling as if it had been stuffed with cotton as he awaits the next command.

"I Wish...for you to grind against my hand, pet. Let's see how messy you can get for me."

The other man carefully twisted off the very tip of the cock cage, leaving the metal contraption locked around the rest of the younger man's length. He gives a few lazy rubs of his knuckles against Aizawa's slit before instead curling his pointer finger around his tip and using the pad of his thumb to rub his frenulum; seeming amused at the hero's responding low whine.

"Please..need it..."

The other man continued to keep his pointer finger and thumb curled into a small circle shape, stroking up and down at a leisurely pace. His cheek rested in his other palm as he stared down at Aizawa's face, finding his fucked out expression amusing. It was clear the younger man was completely out of his element with experiences he had never tried before and he found it endearing how easy it was to make the pro hero a puddle. The thought of keeping the pro hero all to himself was sounding more and more tempting- he wouldn't mind having such a pretty toy kept safe in his home rather than running around playing hero or training useless brats with quirks. He slips his fingers away from his tip and when Aizawa lets out a keening whine in protest he flicks the tip with his middle finger, watching a few droplets of the younger man's previous load splatter onto his slacks from the impact.

"don't forget your place, pet. Your pleasure is solely mine to decide when you can indulge. Everything you'll ever have will be because of me."

The pro hero's face scrunched up into ecstasy, his ears ringing as his eyes squeezed shut. This felt nothing like the occasional times he had curled his own hand around his length in an attempt to release built up tension- and he had no clue that orgasms could feel this euphoric. Everything felt simpler when he could trust only in the older man's words, taking it as gospel truth. He was so lost to the sensations he didnt even realize that another orgasm had been pulled from his body, his length twitches and bobs periodically as he cums into the other man's cupped palm. He hisses weakly when the weak twitches of his hips earns a thumb rubbing against his leaking slit from the other man, forced to have his third orgasm drawn out as his body curls forward and his cheek squishes against his knee.

"Doesn't this feel better? no thoughts, no responsibilities. Life can be so simple for you, pet. All you have to do is stay with me."

The older gentleman croons to him while carefully cleaning up the mess still cupped in his palm, finally pulling away and giving Aizawa the opportunity to catch his breath. It was a small mercy for the pro hero to gather up his strength once more, and his previous obedience is rewarded with light strokes of his fingertips through his hair.

Aizawa's body had been slumped forward too long for the older man's patience after 2 minutes, and he was desperate to watch the trembling hero come undone again and again until Aizawa would only know that heavenly pleasure he alone could provide. He slides his hand down to Aizawa's chest and captures the right bud between two fingers, pinching with a light pressure. His tone never changes but the look in his eyes makes it clear to Aizawa that obedience was expected, and nothing less. Aizawa's recovery period was over and the older gentlemen had no intention of allowing him further pampering.

"I didn't tell you to stop yet, pet. I Wish..for you to grind against my shoe, give me one more pretty orgasm."

Aizawa's hips rock forward once more in a mindless jittery pace, forced to ride through the waves of overstimulation wracking through his body. It felt strange to continue on like this even after coming thrice as his own previous sexual encounters never stretched this long, and the test of his stamina was brutal. The cool metal against his length felt agonizing when grinding down against a leather shoe like this, yet his mind and body were at war, and his body was forced to endure more in favor of appeasing the command from his new puppet master.

His chest heaved with weak pants for air and his head dipped down, jaw slack and tongue hanging out of his mouth. Everything felt overwhelmingly addictive- the lines between pain and pleasure blurring until he couldn't imagine having one without the other- and his hands grip onto the older man's grey slacks before cumming again with a shaky cry. Thin ribbons of his seed splatter onto the laces and pointed tips of the older man's leather shoes, leaving behind milky puddles as evidence of his weakness.

"very good, pet. You're learning just as quickly as I had hoped."

The reassurance from the older gentleman hardly rings in the pro hero's ears, the static buzz in his mind making it too hard to focus. His mouth was bone dry now and his weeping tip sagged against the laces of the older man's boots, desperate for even more of that jaw clenching pleasure. Aizawa attempts to force his aching limbs into action, his thighs trembling, only for the movement to be stopped by two fingers curling under his chin and tipping his head up.

"oh no, don't bother moving, pet. I'm never letting you go. I can't lose my favorite toy now, can i?"