#here’s three times his arm got Fucked Up™️

[spacebags]

What a cursed right arm

[agirlcandream84]

we need more hc!!!! they're amazing!!!! what about bf!frank when you're mad at him/you two have a fight??? 🤭🤭🤭

Truth is, I'm sorta never not thinking about a next batch of headcanons and you kinda read my mind with the theme! Except I'm thinking of all the times Frank has been mad at YOU.

Times When Boyfriend!Frank Has Been Mad At You

Well, of course, that time your car broke down and his reaction to finding out.

One of the times Frank got mad at you was actually before you even really started dating but that didn't mean Frank wasn't already in deep and when he discovered you hired a Task Rabbit to haul out some old dresser out of your apartment -- he was stompin' down the hall in three steps asking "who's this jerk?" and when you told him he gave you an incredulous look going on about how a "pretty girl like you can't invite some random asshole into your apartment. Gonna get yourself killed like that" before he has you sit in the living room while he tells the confused man that he's got it from here and hauls the damn thing out himself.

Ok so we already know about that time that some dude on a crowded subway car rubbed his junk up against you while you were both smashed in during rush hour but did I mention that you failed to disclose that information to Frank for a week before he overheard your sister ask you if you saw the guy who "rubbed his junk into your ass" again since it last happened. You hear Frank mutter "what the fuck" from the other room before he appears in the doorway and says "Sweetheart, can I talk to you for second?" as he nods his head in the direction of the bedroom. Of course you try to deflect but he's insistent and that's when Frank launches into 1) a check to make sure you're ok and 2) when he's confirmed that you are ok, a lecture about withholding this from him. You try to tell him that you didn't want to make a "big thing" about it because it sadly happens to a lot of women and this only enrages Frank more and he's suddenly mad at All Men™️ for being disgusting assholes and obviously theres very little subway in your future.

Frank somehow got retroactively mad at you for walking home drunk from bars dozens of times in your younger days, before he even knew you. You were telling him stories of your partying days, chuckling at your disregard for good decision making, when you see the smile slide off his face and his signature scowl settles in while he crosses his arms over his chest. "Now hang on a minute sweetheart -- I don't like this shit. You coulda gotten hurt," and you're all "No Frank, I know now, I just--" but he cuts you off, his mind already decided on the next course of action-- self defense classes, taught by yours truly. Your eyes couldn't roll further back in your head but he just says "roll 'em all you want doll-- this ain't negotiable"

There was only one time Frank actually yelled at you -- like he was MAD mad -- and that's when you had gone in search of a cool thrift shop you'd heard about on Tik Tok but walked up to the place and it was inside of an enormous and decidedly creepy warehouse with no particular signage. The address looked right but this place looked all wrong. Against your own better judgement, you went in searching for the shop but it was just endless dark hallways and unmarked doors and the faint sound of men's laughter somewhere in the building. Your heart pounding in your chest, you started to feel incredibly unsafe. You probably weren't in any real danger but the vibes felt so wrong and it was the first time in your life you felt genuine fear. Like the kind that made you think you made a very bad mistake. You finally decided to turn back around and called Frank to come pick you up, bursting into tears. Of course he was there in a flash and vert pissed that you ignored your own instincts. "Your gut tells you to get out, you get out! Jesus Christ sweetheart, I know I taught you better than that." He's right and you know he's right so you're just a hiccuping mess, mad at yourself for being an idiot. Frank can't see you so upset for long so he's quickly tugging you into his chest and murmuring on the top of your head, "S'alright sweetheart. Just gotta listen to your instincts. M'not mad, alright?"

Also that time you accidentally spilled bleach on his favorite hoodie. He was just plain ol' pissed at that.

[wrestletotheground]

pierced - ross macdonald x reader

cw: 18+ minors dni!!! smut, sub ross (ik I'm losing the run of myself), established relationship, nipple piercings, sexual tension, sending nudes, ab riding, unprotected sex

a/n: the long awaited Nipple Piercing Gf Fic™️ is here at last 🥳 this took way too long to be this mid but enjoy whores <3 (esp anon who requested this months ago oops)

wc: 2.8k

~

today is the day. you're finally seeing ross after 3 weeks of him being away on tour. he's arranged to have you flown in to one of the shows and to spend a few days with him and the band.

as you walk through the arrival gates of the airport, you're instantly met with three familiar faces. george, matty and ross are standing watching the door, waiting for you. as soon as they see you their faces light up. of course you run straight to ross, who's walking towards you with his arms out holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. he embraces you in his arms, both of you gushing about how much you missed each other while your face is buried in his chest.

you pull away after a few moments and take the flowers, your heart melting at the gesture, to greet the others. matty brings you in for a hug, a sleepy smile on his face as he exclaims how they've all been dying to see you.

george does the same, and when you step back he's the first to notice the new piercings poking through your t-shirt. he looks up at you, a knowing look in his eyes and a smirk pulling at his mouth. 'oh he's going to lose his mind', he says quietly with a grin. you giggle and hit his arm lightly, then make your way over to ross again.

that's when he catches sight of them. he's been staring at you ever since you approached him but now his eyes are instantly drawn to the metal balls of your nipple piercings showing through the cotton of your baby tee. his jaw practically hits the floor before his face catches up with his brains and he looks back up at you, wide eyed. you smile innocently as he looks away, rubbing his lip with his hand and smiling to himself in an attempt to hide how flustered he's getting. 'what?' you cock your head to the side, acting oblivious.

'baby.. did you..' his gaze flicks back down as he speaks, staring in disbelief. 'I got them done the day after you left, thought you'd like a little surprise after being away for so long,' you say. 'fucking hell,' he mutters, his face flushed. he adjusts his jeans not-so subtly and shifts his stance, clearly getting worked up over the jewelry.

'you like them?' you ask with a smirk. 'do i like them?? darling if it wasn't frowned upon to fuck you in public i'd know what they taste like already'. you glance over at the others who are most definitely in earshot of the unfiltered sentence that's just left your boyfriend's mouth but it's not like they haven't heard worse from the two of you before anyway.

'right lovebirds, off we go. this car's not gonna drive itself,' george states, flicking his keys in his hand before setting off towards the car park. him and matty lead the way with you and ross following closely, just far enough behind so you can both talk properly.

the entire walk ross has you on his arm, every so often leaning in to whisper vulgar promises of the things he's gonna do to you once you're alone later. your other hand grips onto the bouquet tightly as your whole body burns with desire for him already, and you've only just arrived. this is going to be a long day.

~

the four of you are settled and on the road when matty explains the plan for the day to you. 'so we're going straight to the venue for sound check, then out for dinner with everyone, then it's showtiiime baby'. ross's eyes widen and his head snaps towards the front of the car. 'wait a minute, what? I thought we were going back to the hotel first,' he says, trying to hide the desparation in his tone as he looks over at you.

'no time, sorry mate I know you've missed her but it'll have to wait til later,' matty replies, throwing you a wink in the rear view mirror. 'right fuck off,' he laughs, covering his face and hanging his head in exaggerated shame. you stifle a giggle, grabbing hold of his hand that's resting on the middle seat.

the rest of the car ride is simmering with tension between you and ross. although you're acting casual with the other two in the front seats, you can't help the pulsing ache that's building in your core, worsening every time you catch the glint in his eyes as you're talking.

~

sound check goes pretty well, and it's great to be reunited with the rest of the band and crew that you've missed from last time you were on tour with them. well, except for the fact ross keeps getting distracted by you, messing up bass lines that have been purely muscle memory for years every time he glances over to the edge of the stage where you're sitting chatting with carly. every time you catch his eye you give him a smile and an encouraging nod to let him know you're listening to him play.

as sound check finishes, everyone agrees that they don't want to go anywhere too fancy to eat, and that's how you find yourself in the booth in the corner of a local retro style diner. ross is involved in nearly every conversation you're a part of, completely enamoured by you as usual. you're in the middle of a conversation with him, polly and john about their spotify wrapped when you excuse yourself to the bathroom, leaving the three of them talking amongst themselves.

you lock the cubicle door behind you when an idea springs to mind. you sit on the closed toilet lid and take your phone out of your pocket. you open the camera, lifting the hem of your tshirt up to your neck and leaving your whole chest on display. you cover one of your tits with your open palm, making sure to have the nipple on show through your spread fingers. you snap a few pictures and then flick through them quickly to find the best one that shows off every curve just right. you open your chats with ross and hit send without a second thought.

ross's phone buzzes on the table and when he checks to see the picture in his inbox he nearly chokes on his drink. he rushes to hide his phone under the table, earning strange glances from a few of the others, which quickly dissipate into the back of his mind when he turns down his brightness and enlarges the picture. his pants suddenly feel too tight, and he's fighting the urge to run into the bathroom and bend you over the sink there and then, make you scream for him. he clicks the phone off and shoves it into his back pocket, clearing his throat to cover the desperate groan that lingers in his throat.

you saunter back over to the table with your boyfriend's flustered gaze watching you the whole way. he leans in close to you as soon as you're sat. 'you're killing me, love,' he whispers. 'oh baby, it'd be no fun if i wasn't, you know that,' you reply in a hushed tone, planting your hand on his thigh as you take a sip of your diet coke.

~

the concert goes pretty well, except for the fact that ross is distracted by the thought of you the whole time, standing side stage watching and waiting for him.

he's never been more thankful for the fact he plays bass so low as it covers the achingly obvious bulge in his trousers that's there practically the whole two hours they're performing.

~

the rest of the guys had gone out for drinks after the show, but you and ross literally couldn't wait a second longer than necessary to be alone.

after an excruciating elevator ride alongside a tired, unassuming businessman, you finally get to your hotel room. he's fumbling with the key as you wait impatiently beside him, already shivering at the thought of his touch.

he finally gets the key to work and barges through the door, barely having a chance to slam it behind the two of you and flick on the light before he has you pinned against the wall, kissing and grabbing at you like a starved man. his mouth melts against yours, his taste almost overwhelming.

your jacket falls to the floor behind you, giving him a full view of your hardened nipples through the tshirt again. 'get this off darling, need to see you,' he mumbles, already dizzy at the feeling of you against him at last.

you oblige, making a bit of a show out of it just to tease him even more. you fling it onto the floor behind you and he nearly falls to his knees at the sight. literally. he gets on his knees in front of you so that the piercings are at eye level with him, utterly enraptured by you. 'fuck,' he mumbles, before burying his face in your chest, moving around to swipe his tongue over the place he's been dying to taste all day.

you grab his head and pull him further into you, the pressure making your head spin. your head rolls back and all you can hear are your own sugary sweet moans and the wet noises of his mouth working it's magic on you.

'get on the bed, need to be on you,' you say through stuttered breaths. he moans into your tit, reluctantly moving his head back up to yours and dragging you over until he falls onto the bed with you between his legs.

you immediately pull his top off, throwing it off somewhere behind him. you watch the way his necklace bounces onto his chest and nearly fold at the sight of him. then without warning you pull down your trousers and practically jump onto him, pushing him down onto his back. his eyes flash with darkness, muttering under his breath as he drinks in your body greedily. you shuffle down to undo his pant zipper, a hungry look plastered across your face. after some fumbling and a nod of approval from him, you manage to get his jeans and briefs off, leaving him fully undressed and achingly hard.

the second you're back on top of him he pulls your neck down to meet his lips in a bruising kiss, practically devouring each other.

the sudden contact of your spread cunt with his skin makes you gasp, he's real, he's there. much as you tried over the past few weeks, your hand has been a weak replacement for him, for the way your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces of euphoria.

you hook your finger under his chain, tugging it towards you with just enough force to make the gold metal dig into the back of his neck, forcing him to strain up towards you.

'are you gonna be a good boy and let me get off first or do you want me to make you beg for it?' you're practically mewling to him, tilting your head back and looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

'yes- ah- fuck- please love, use me- mfh,' he whines, biting his lip as you roll your hips back, your ass pressing against his aching cock.

you start to grind slowly on his lower stomach, feeling the muscles tighten and contract with every breath. his belly has always been one of your favourite parts of him, and you make sure he knows it.

'fuck, i've missed you baby, missed this,' you moan, the friction hitting just right as he arches up into you ever so slightly.

he grabs a strong hold of your hips, guiding your movements and gaping up at you. 'that feel good?' he asks shyly. 'so fucking good, you've- mmh- no idea.' that's clearly exactly what he needed to hear, you can feel his cock jumping at your words, tipping off your lower back.

you can feel your slick spreading down further by the second as you near your peak, nearly reaching your thighs.

he pulls you closer onto him, desperate to please you as he rocks your pussy over him. 'god, I'm gonna cum, you feel so good, fuck.' you study his face, in a state of hazy disbelief over how hot he is, and your stomach tightens rapidly when you hit a certain angle. 'right there- keep going- ughhhh GOD ross.'

your orgasm washes over you in waves as your eyes roll into your head, trying to keep your shaky figure from falling onto him as you ride out your high. his fingertips dig into your sides and his eyes glaze over with lust, fixated on your every move. 'you're so fucking beautiful falling apart on me like that,' he whispers. 'you're fucking perfect, I love you,' you reply, smashing your mouth against his again, messier this time.

the hairs that litter his lower stomach are soaked, covered in you. just below that his cock is leaking and swollen, looking like he could cum right there and then untouched, and the sight alone makes your mouth water.

'since you've been so good for me, what do you want?' you ask, running a hand down his face and around the back of his neck.

'you, fuck, ride me, please' he stutters, chest rising and falling rapidly under you. as though any inhibitions have been wiped from his brain.

he's so desperate it's honestly cute. it's rare that he's so submissive but you're relishing in the power rushing to your head.

's'that what you want baby?' he nods his head quickly and his hips lift into you subconsciously, desperately. you rise up on your knees and shuffle backwards, lining him up with your dripping entrance.

he's barely inside you and he's already straining and groaning, his face turning red as he tries his best to hold out for you. you start moving up and down with fervor, greedily chasing your own high again. you can tell neither of you are going to last long with the fact you've been apart for so much time.

his eyes are drawn to the piercings again and he looks up at you pleadingly. you lean forward, starting to circle your hips as he dips his head down to take one in his mouth. your eyes roll back as the feeling of his tongue circling your sensitive nipples sends electricity shooting through you. 'fuck, knew you'd love it baby,' you moan, your hand running through his hair, tugging lightly every time he hits just right. his thighs tremble under you as you continue your unrelenting pace.

'being so fucking good for me,' you say, just to tease him even more. his eyebrows wrinkle and you can feel his movements getting less and less controlled, signalling that he's close.

'please, can I cum, please, mmh, need it,' he whines. his grip on your waist tightens as he pleads, teeth digging into his lip so hard you think it might bleed.

you lean down, never slowing your pace, and whisper in his ear.

'let go. cum for me, pretty boy'

his brain all but shuts down as his climax instantly crashes over him. unrestrained curses and groans fall from his raw red lips as his warmth pulses inside you. his hips buck off the mattress, burying his cock deeper inside you than before. the look on his face, eyes creased in ecstasy and jaw slack in pleasure is what tips you over the edge. with a final roll of your hips into him, the band inside you snaps. fireworks dance across your vision, crying out as you grip onto his shoulders, practically convulsing.

'fuckkkfuckfuck thank you, thank you,' he whimpers, eyes blown out with lust as he stares at you in awe. you finally let yourself collapse onto him, completely exhausted. his chest heaves under you as both of you catch your breath.

you prop your chin up on his chest, faces inches apart, letting comfortable silence envelop the two of you. his cheeks heat up, as if the realisation is dawning of just how submissive he's been. 'did you like that baby?' you ask. 'fuck, I loved it, you need to do that more often,' he laughs.

you sit up suddenly when you feel something dripping out of you slowly, and giggle at his reaction. his jaw is dropped, eyes focused on your core before he blinks and comes to. 'god, sorry- I just- right, let's get cleaned up,' he says, leaning up on his elbows. you press a kiss to his forehead to which he smiles, before following you up into the bathroom.

~

[vigilvntes]

A Little Company – Adrian Chase x Reader

A/N: this is a prequel to I got so fucking romantic, I apologise (which you can find on my masterlist!!) like this is quite literally just a fic of how vigilante and shadow from that fic met. you don't have to read the other fic, like at all! it's totally optional! but vigilante!reader x adrian is my favourite thing, and i have SO many ideas for this concept, including a direct follow on from this fic so if you want it?! let me know?!

feel free to send me fic/headcanon requests !!!

likes and rbs are appreciated <3

W/C: 4k+

Warnings: language, violence (use of knives, guns etc), mentions of kidnapping, vigilante being a Weird Little Guy™️

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“Hey, what're you doing?”

You don't panic. Instead, you drop your sniper from your shoulder quickly, cringing slightly when it hits the concrete of the rooftop. You stand up and twist your body, stepping away from the edge of the rooftop to press a gun up to the masked forehead of your interruptor. It seems he had the same idea, as his gun is firmly pressed against the black leather of your mask before you can even blink.

“Who the fuck are you?” You hiss.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“I asked first, motherfucker! I swear you better tell me who you are and why the fuck you're here or I won't hesitate to pull the trigger.” You threaten, gripping your gun tighter. Your finger brushes over the trigger. A warning.

“Maybe I won't hesitate either.” He retorts.

“Then. Don't.”

The two of you stare at each other for a few moments. Well, you assume he's staring right back at you, the red visor covering his eyes makes it hard to tell. Eventually, he lets out a quiet sigh, “Fuck. Fine.” He raises his gun-free hand, showing you that he's somewhat surrendered. “You're fuckin’ hardcore.”

“Tell me who you are.” You demand. He may have relented pretty quickly, but he has one last chance to explain who he is before you decide it's not worth the trouble and blow his brains out.

“Vigilante.”

“Vigilante?” You scoff. It has to be the most stupid, on the nose name you've ever heard.

“Yeah.” He shrugs. “My friends call me Vig. But we're not friends, so you can't call me that.”

Yeah, no shit, you think.

“And let me guess, you're a vigilante?” You mock, fighting back the urge to laugh with all of your strength. You feel slightly bad when you notice his shoulders sink. But then you remember that he interrupted your mission, and then you feel slightly less bad about it.

‘Vigilante’ drops the gun from your forehead. “Yeah, and what about it? I bet your name isn't any better!” He sounds genuinely offended.

You return the favour and drop your arm. “Really? Because I don't think it can get any worse than ‘Vigilante’. I mean, that's so uncreative, man. And it's a shame, because I'm actually really digging the suit.”

He visibly tenses, “Oh. You like my suit?” His hands pat at the utility belt sitting on his waist and the coloured stripes on his chest. “I made it myself.” He tells you, sounding almost shy about it. You can hear the smile in his voice, though.

“Yeah. It's really cool, actually. I like the visor. Does it… do anything?”

Vigilante tucks his gun back into his belt, swaying on his heels slightly. “Nah. I mean, I wear glasses so… it's a prescription visor. That's all it does. Helps me see.”

You can't fight off the giggle that escapes from your throat, so you allow it. Just this once. “Your visor is prescription?! Dude, you have to be shitting me.”

He breathes out a laugh, “Yeah. It was a pain in the ass to get a hold of. I almost exposed my secret identity, like, three times.”

You nod, somewhat sympathetic to his situation. “Yeah, I can imagine.” You know all about almost exposing your secret identity. Having multiple black leather masks delivered to your house every month is probably a cause for concern. You're sure your delivery service, and even your neighbours, either think you're a murderer (which isn't exactly untrue) or a dominatrix.

“Uh, your suit is cool, too. It's… fitting. Not in that way, though. I just mean that… It suits you! Not that I would really know since I haven't seen your face and we've only just met. It's also fitting in the other way, just in case you were wondering. It hugs your body just right.” He nods once, an affirmation of his words before he awkwardly folds his arms across his chest. You just stare at him for a few moments.

You're not sure why you're talking to him, or why you're allowing him to overstay his welcome like this (not that you'd given him a warm welcome anyway). Anyone else would have been dead at your feet within minutes if they pulled a gun on you like he did. But Vigilante is… surprisingly charming. There's an awkwardness about him, but the charm is definitely there. Not to mention he's made you laugh. Sure, you were laughing at him more than with him, but it's still a point in his favour.

You shake your head, stopping your own thoughts before they wander any further. You still have a mission to complete. “Well, it's been nice talking to you. I have to, uh… Get back to it.” You tell him, using your thumb to gesture over your shoulder.

“Yeah. Yeah. Cool.” Vigilante nods at you, giving you a thumbs up before nervously scratching at the back of his neck.

“Cool…” You say under your breath. You turn your attention away from him and pick up your sniper, hoisting it back over your shoulder again. You hear no footsteps, but you assume he's gone. Maybe he's just light on his feet.

So, you kneel down at the edge of the rooftop and look through the scope. A wave of relief rushes through your body when you see that the men you had been tailing through Evergreen all night, the bastards who currently have a young woman tied up in the trunk of their car, are still standing outside of the abandoned building across the street. They're still waiting for their contact to arrive. They're still an easy target. If you shot one of them right now, and the other ran, you're confident in your ability to take him down before he could even make it halfway down the street. You take a deep breath to steady yourself and set your sights perfectly, just two seconds away from pulling the trigger. And then—

“So what are we doing?”

You drop your rifle for the second time tonight, your shot once again ruined by fucking Vigilante. When you turn your head, you see him knelt down beside you, observing the scene. Shaking your head incredulously, you scoff, “We are not doing anything. I— Why are you still here?” He's well and truly overstayed his welcome, and you're getting pissed off.

“I don't know. Figured I could help.” He mumbles, shrugging his shoulders casually.

“I don't need your help.” You spit back.

“In my defence, I never said you needed my help. Maybe I just wanna help? I can be your backup. Not— Not that you need backup. I'm sure you can handle it on your own. But those guys look tough— Not that you're not tough, either. I just don't really have anything to do tonight. My buddy’s banging a girl he met at a bar last night and—...”

A harsh sigh from you cuts him off. “Those guys have a woman in the trunk of their car. I don't know who she is, but I can only assume they're planning to sell her or kill her. I found out about their plans earlier tonight from a contact of mine but I couldn't stop them from taking her in time. So I’m stopping them now. Satisfied?” You give him a pointed look.

He nods, and your gaze lingers on him for a moment longer before you go back to looking down the scope, lining up your aim.

“Hey, you never told me your name.”

“Vigilante…” Your voice is low. A warning. This is a race against time and you can't allow yourself to be distracted like this for much longer. If the girl was taken inside, your job would get a whole lot harder. You want to avoid that, if possible.

A quiet, “Sorry.”

Sighing for what feels like the hundredth time, you mumble, “Shadow. You can call me Shadow.”

“Shadow?!” He exclaims suddenly, making you jump slightly. You can only hope he didn't catch that.

“Yeah…?”

“You ripped on me for Vigilante and your name is Shadow?!”

You look over at him, your mouth agape, “Are you kidding me?! Shadow is a fucking cool name! It's simple and effective!”

It's Vigilante’s turn to laugh now, and boy is he rubbing it in. He leans back on his heels, his hands clutching at his stomach. “And let me guess, you're called Shadow because you kill in the shadows?” He mocks, throwing his head back as he laughs.

“Oh, I'll be killing you in the shadows if you don't shut the fuck up.” You threaten. If looks could kill, Vigilante would be dead ten times over. Oh, how you wish looks could kill.

“I just don't understand how you could possibly think that ‘Shadow’ is a cooler name than Vigilante.”

You roll your eyes, glancing back down the scope, “I don't understand why you th– Fuck.”

“What is it?”

The men are gone. The car is, to your relief, still parked up outside of the building. You can only assume the woman is in there with them, and their contact has arrived. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fucking FUCK. The last thing you wanted was for them to move their business inside.

Your job just got a lot harder.

You stand up quickly (your sniper hitting the ground for the third time), sheathing your knife and pointing it at Vigilante. He lets out an ‘oh fuck’ as he scrambles backwards, away from the knife that's currently a mere ten centimetres away from his face.

“I could fucking kill you. Right here, right now.” You hiss, venom laced into your tone. You're seeing red. It's tempting to just plunge the knife right into his skull.

“Me?! Why me?!” He squeaks out, looking up at you from the ground.

“Because you fucking distracted me! If you weren't here then I could've had this whole thing finished by now!” You want to scream in frustration. This is just one of the many reasons why you always work alone. Why you don't see the point or the appeal in having a partner anymore. Alone, you're completely in control. You don't have to look out for anyone else, and there's less opportunity for distraction. “I should've killed you the minute I saw you, because now I'm paying the price for being nice. I should kill you right now…” You pause, your breathing heavy and angry, nostrils flaring as you curse yourself internally for what you're about to say. “But I won't. Because I could use some help.”

He's silent for a moment, then he carefully asks, “You… You want me to help you?”

You roll your eyes and shove your knife back into its holster, “Yes.”

“Y–You need my help?” He stutters over his words, and if you were in any other situation, you might have found it kind of cute. Unfortunately for both of you, you're not.

“I don't need your help. I can handle myself. What I said is that I could use your help. It'd be useful to me.” You pat your body down quickly, accounting for all of your weapons. Gun number one? Check. Gun number two? Check. Knives? Check. Extra ammo? Check. You'll come back for the sniper. “And if you ask me to repeat myself for a third time, I'm gonna change my mind.” And I might just kick you right off the rooftop.

You don't even give him a chance to ask again, because you're already halfway across the rooftop, making your way to the shaky ladders you climbed to get up there earlier in the night. It's only when you turn your body and carefully place your foot on the top step, hands gripping the rusty bars, that you realise he isn't following you. He's just staring at you from where you left him on the hard concrete. “Well? Are you coming?” You demand a final answer.

“Fuck yeah, I am.” He mumbles, picking up his gun before scrambling to his feet and following you.

You both scale down the ladder, quickly descending until your feet hit the ground. That's when you start to panic, just a little bit. You prefer to be on higher ground, to have some kind of territorial advantage over your targets. It's not that you're bad at ground work, you just like to keep your hands as clean as possible. Literally.

Vigilante joins you on the ground, and the two of you get moving. You make your way around the building you'd been perched on only minutes ago, pressing your body against the wall on the corner when you reach the street, hiding yourselves in the shadows.

It's quiet. Buzzing streetlights and Vigilante’s quiet breathing is the only thing you can hear. Your own racing heartbeat, too. But you want to forget about the anxiety that's burrowed itself into the pit of your stomach. You can see the abandoned building. It's directly across the street from you, and the door is closed. You'll have to find your own way in. A window that you can shimmy through or another door around the back with a lock you can quietly pick at. Then you'll have to figure out how to not cause a commotion. You'll have to be stealthy, making a point to not—

“This kinda feels like a date.” Vigilante’s voice throws you off, ruins your concentration. You take your eyes off of the building and glance up at him with narrowed eyes, brows furrowed under your mask. He continues, “The more I think about it, this kinda is a date.”

“How is this a date?” You ask, bewildered because never in your life would you take rescuing a girl from a group of kidnappers to be a date.

“I don't know. I mean, this whole situation is kinda romantic, if you think about it. It could be classed as a date.” He shrugs.

"Romantic? Really?"

"Yeah. When you pulled the knife on me it was, like, the hottest thing I've ever seen. I honestly thought you were gonna kill me, but you didn't. And now I get to think about that moment forever. That's romance."

Vigilante has stunned you into silence. You can only stare up at him, mouth agape as he looks down at you. You're hoping he'll burst into laughter, and tell you that his warped idea of romance is just a joke. That he's just playing around. But he doesn't, so you just tell him, "This is not a date. I don't even know who you are.”

“Uh, yeah. You do. I’m Vigilante.” He tells you, sounding ever so slightly offended that you might have forgotten his name in the twenty minutes you've known him.

“That's not what I meant. I don't know who you really are. And you don't know who I am.”

Vigilante scoffs, “That's so irrelevant. Our alter-egos know each other and they could totally date. Like in those spy movies. The ones where the main characters hate each other but they're forced to work together under their alter-egos and eventually they fall madly in love.” He lets out a sigh that almost sounds… dreamy. As if he believes that this scenario is going to play out exactly that way.

You're hellbent on telling him otherwise. “This isn't a date. There's gonna be no falling madly in love, or whatever. You ruined my plan, and now you're helping me. And when we're finished here, we go our separate ways. That's the end of this story.”

Unfortunately, you and Vigilante make a pretty good team.

You were so hoping he'd be useless. That you had an excuse to never want to see him again after tonight. But you soon found out that he's smart, strategic. Capable. As soon as the two of you entered the building, he was focused and driven. That quirky persona he had before was no more. Vigilante was more than happy to take the lead for you; he snuck up behind the fuckers who kidnapped the woman and drove his knife into their skulls with precision and an alarming amount of stealth, holding his hand over their mouths until he was sure they weren't breathing anymore.

You didn't mind this arrangement, the less literal blood on your hands, the better.

Eventually, the two of you come to a halt outside of a small room right at the back of the building. You press your ear up against the wooden door, cursing when you hear a male voice coming from inside followed by muffled whimpers and cries.

“She's in there. With the contact.” You whisper to Vigilante. The guys you'd been tailing through Evergreen are already dead, lying in a puddle of their own blood near the entrance. You can only assume the fucker they were planning to sell the girl to is the owner of the voice.

“Want me to go in and fuck him up?” He whispers back.

You think about it for a moment. These guys have been pissing you off all night. You've been through a lot of trouble to save this girl. Of course, you don't mind. If it means she's safe, that's all that matters to you. But you would like to get the final blow. So, you reply, “No. I got this.”

Slowly, you take your knife out of your holster, and before you can even think about talking yourself out of it, you kick the door. It swings open violently, hitting the wall with a loud crash and you're sure you broke at least one of the hinges. Who cares? It's not like the building’s going to be used for anything other than criminal activity.

The man inside lets out a loud and confused ‘what the fuc–', but you move too quickly for him. You kick in his knees before he can even think about turning around or creating his own plan of attack. He's on his knees, wide-eyed and panicked, and you have one arm wrapped around his neck to hold him in place while the other holds your knife, pressing against the tender, stubbly skin of his neck.

He's younger than you expected him to be. When you heard the woman was being sold to a contact, you expected him to be some sick freak in his mid 50s. But no, he's probably younger than you; and given the way he's thrashing around in your hold, he's probably more inexperienced than you.

He's working for someone, and you'll find a way to get it out of him.

The woman is in the corner, watching the scene with wide eyes and muffled screams coming from her duct taped mouth. You give her a slow nod, trying to reassure her that you're not here to kill her. That you're on her side and you will get her out of here. She seems to calm down ever so slightly.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. P–Please don't kill me. I–I’ll do anything. Anything you want. You can have the girl. You can have whatever you want. Money? Do you want money? I–I can pay you! Please I— I have kids.” The man begs, his voice shaking.

“Ew. Why would we want your kids?” Vigilante asks from behind you, and the sudden appearance of a second voice only makes him panic more.

You can't help but roll your eyes at his squirming and pleading. “Why did you take her?” You ask.

“I– I don't know. I don't know anything. I swear!” He tells you.

Of course you don't believe that, so you press your knife against his neck harder, nicking at the skin, making sure you draw some blood. He lets out a sob, and in response Vigilante lets out a quiet laugh. “I don't believe you. Why did you take her?” You ask again.

“I– I don't know. I– I was just told to collect her. I think she– She tried to sell us out. Boss wanted to–”

“Boss?” You ask slowly. So he is working for someone.

“Oh fuck. I'm fucking dead. He's gonna kill me. He's gonna fucking KILL ME.”

Vigilante approaches now, kneeling down in front of the man. He places a hand on his shoulder, a reassuring gesture. “Buddy, no. He's not gonna kill you. You don't have to worry about that.” For a moment you're confused. You didn't take Vigilante to be the sympathetic type. But then he says, “Because we're gonna kill you first.”

Ah. That makes more sense.

“Who are you working for?” You tighten your grip on his neck, your knife pressing into his skin harder. If you have to kill him before you find anything out, you will; you'd just prefer to get at least something from him. He stays quiet, only whimpering and sobbing quietly to himself. “Look, you're as good as dead anyway. You might as well tell me which asshole you're working for.”

A moment more of silence. You're just about to drag your knife across his throat when he shouts, “Scorpion! I'm working for Scorpion! The girl– She– The girl was gonna sell us out! She has information on us– I don't– I don't know how she got it! Fuck, I don't even know who she is!”

“Fuck.” You hiss. Of course it's Scorpion.

“Scorpion? Who the fuck is Scorpion?” Vigilante asks, glancing up at you.

You just shake your head and screw your eyes shut, slashing at the man’s throat quickly. It's a deep cut, and the blood flows from the wound like a waterfall. He lets out a strangled yell, gurgling and choking on his own blood before you push his body to the floor. He stills after a few moments.

“Check the body.” You tell Vigilante, and he obliges, reaching into the pockets of the man you just killed. You make your way over to the woman quickly, shoving your knife back into its holster.

She panics as you approach her, pressing her back against the wall. She whimpers and writhes in her restraints, and you can't blame her. If you were a witness to what she just saw, you'd probably be afraid of yourself too. But you kneel down in front of her, and tell her gently, “You're gonna be okay. You're safe now.” You take out your pocket knife slowly, and her eyes widen. “I'm just gonna use this to cut your restraints, okay? Then we’ll get you out of here.”

She seems to calm down a little, and you take the opportunity to cut the duct tape around her mouth, peeling it carefully until she takes a deep, frantic breath through her mouth.

“Hey, Shadow?” Vigilante calls from behind you, and you glance over your shoulder at him as he stands over the body, inspecting the wallet he found. “This guy’s name was Robert Robertson. How fucking lame is that? You know, I think we did him a favour. Who wants to live with a name like Robert Robertson?”

“Oh, his parents hated him.”

You go back to cutting the rope restraints around the her wrists and ankles as she watches you, breathing shakily everytime the metal brushes against her skin. You offer her quiet apologies. Eventually, she's free, and you stand up, offering her a hand.

She doesn't take it. Instead, she asks you in a small, scared voice, “You're not gonna kill me, right?”

“No. Of course not.” You reassure her.

She's not convinced by your words. She looks at you with pleading eyes, and then her gaze flicks behind you, prompting you to turn around. You see Vigilante standing just a few metres away from you, flipping his knife in the air and catching it. You scoff, “Dude, can you put that thing away? You're freaking her out.”

“Sorry.” He mumbled, tucking his knife back into its holster, kicking his feet like a scolded puppy dog.

“We're not gonna kill you. I promise.” You tell her, offering your hand again. This time, she takes it, allowing you to pull her up to her feet. She stumbles almost instantly in her exhaustion, every muscle in her body aching and sore; you catch her, calling out to Vigilante.

He picks her up, and the three of you make your way out of the building and into the street.

It doesn't take long for your contact, Erica, to arrive. The woman is reluctant to leave you, insisting that you should come with her for protection. It takes around ten minutes for you to convince her that she'll be safe without you; that you trust Erica and she'll be taken somewhere safe.

You wave her off, and not long after you find yourself back on the rooftop with Vigilante.

“So… Scorpion. Who's that?” He asks, sitting down beside you as you pack your rifle and other miscellaneous weapons into your grey duffel bag.

“How long have you been doing… this? Like, how long have you been Vigilante?”

He shrugs, “Maybe five or six years.”

“And you've never had any run-ins with Scorpion or his men?” You ask, and he shakes his head in response. Lucky bastard. “He runs the biggest underground black market for illegal weapons in Washington. He chose Evergreen as his base for operations because it's relatively quiet. I mean, who would expect something like that to be happening here? He's been on my radar for… a while. And I’m on his.”

“You've met him?”

You take a deep breath, a few moments decide your course of action. You could tell the truth, or you could lie. Lying seems like to be the most appealing option. "No. I haven't met him. But I've made sure to be a pain in his ass, for sure. He probably knows about me."

You stand up and sling your bag over your shoulder before he can respond, making it clear that you're not interested in carrying on this conversation. You barely know him, and you don't feel it's necessary to reveal everything to him. “Anyway. Thanks for tonight. For helping me out. Even though it was kinda your fault that I needed help. It was… fun. I guess.” Fun? Did you seriously just say that?”

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” He apologises, sheepish. "I had fun too. Just in case you were wondering."

A silence falls over the two of you, allowing some time for you to collect your thoughts. You meant it when you said that it'd be fun, and that freaks you out. It's been a while since you've spent time with anyone outside of your workplace. Having friends means having baggage, something that others can use as leverage; that's something you can't really afford to have.

“So… Is there any way that I could, like… contact you?” He asks, kicking his leg back and forth nervously, his shoe scuffing against the concrete.

“You… You want to contact me?”

Vigilante shrugs, “Yeah. I don't know about you, but I think we made a pretty good team. Unless you disagree. Then I think it was awful and we should go our separate ways and never do it again.”

“N-no. I think… Yeah. I agree.” You stutter. You fucking STUTTERED. How dare your voice betray you like this? You want to grab your own shoulders and shake yourself. Scream ‘THIS ISN’T YOU’. You've proven to yourself time and time again that you're ruthless. That you don't need anyone's help, or anyone to look out for you. Yet here you are, agreeing that you and Vigilante did make a pretty awesome team, and that maybe you'd be open to meeting with him again. What the fuck is wrong with you? You're truly fucked.

Still, you pull out your burner phone and hand it over to Vigilante, “You can just… y’know, put your number into there.”

So he does just that, handing your phone back to you. “So, you'll text me? Or.. call me? Whichever you prefer. I know some people prefer to text because it's less pressure–...”

“I'll text you.” You assure him, giving him a quick nod before making your way to the ladders, wondering what the fuck just happened and when you'd decided to start being friendly with random Vigilante’s. Especially Vigilante’s that are literally called Vigilante.

You still think it's a dumb name, but that does nothing to wipe the stupid grin off your lips as you make your way home.

[craftycheetah]

Vigil

A/n: Another collab with my tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap.

Tags:pro hero AU, rivals with benefits, bdsm

CW: male masturbation, sexual fantasies, Dom/Sub dynamics, bondage,face slapping, pussy spanking, hate sex(kind of, can be seen as dub-con its really not tho), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, aftercare, pet names(bunny), choking, aftercare

WC: 8.9k

Taglist: @shibuyawardnetwork @hanayanetwork @planetonet @http-404-error-unknown

Shinsou wants to either die or sleep. Whichever comes first.

He trudges into his apartment just at the break of Dawn after the longest night patrol ever—seriously, fuck this shit.

He drops his duffel bag, takes off his shirt, and collapses onto the couch for those precious three hours a night of sleep.

It feels like he only just fell asleep when he hears his phone beep. He feels his fucking eyeballs clench when he fishes the phone out of his pocket and squints at the name.

“Fuck” he answers it, “Hello?”

‘Briefing in thirty minutes,’ Aizawa says plainly, then hangs up.

Shinsou has a mini tantrum and flails so hard that he falls onto the hardwood floor. But he has to get up eventually and go to this stupid meeting.

“Morning Shinsou,” a sidekick greets

“Don’t perceive me,” Shinsou growls, gripping his patent black and purple MindJack™️ thermos so hard he’s sure it’s cracked.

He marches right up to the elevator, punches the top floor button a few times out of frustration, and chugs his black coffee.

The briefing has already started, so he just slinks into the seat next to some random young hero and watches the slideshow.

“What’d I miss?” He whispers to the guy

“Just something quick, some villains and vigilantes we’ve got to keep an eye out for.”

Shinsou nods half listening and already falling asleep with his head in his hand.

Aizawa presses the remote again, and the following figure comes into view. Some cute chick with long braids and a mildly annoyed expression standing on top of a big building with a silver baseball bat.

‘She’s cute. I’d hit that,’ Shinsou thinks.

He doesn’t realize everyone is looking at him weird

“What did you just say?” Aizawa cocks a brow

Wait, did he say that out loud?

The guy next to him is trying so hard to hold in his laugh

“Uhhhh, I thought we were playing smash or pass,” Shinsou laughs nervously

Aizawa just shakes his head and mutters a quiet ‘idiot’ before turning back to the presentation

Shinsou buries his face in his hands, “I’m so tired.”

The guy next to him leans over, “Not gonna lie, I’d hit that too.”

“Please leave me alone.”

Aizawa keeps him behind after the briefing, slapping the folder on the table.

“So….smash or pass?”

Shinsou resists flipping him off, “Look, I’m exhausted because someone didn’t let me sleep after an all-nighter.”

“That’s crazy, anyway, since you’re so keen on hitting her, you’re assigned to bring her in. She usually operates downtown. Good luck”

“What’s her quirk?” Shinsou asks while looking through the folder.

“We’re not sure yet. But she’s skilled in hand to hand so be careful.”

“How hard could it be?”

And now here he is, sitting on top of some cafe with a warm coffee in his hand and his voice modulation mask around his neck.

“Fuck I need a nap,” he groans before sipping the coffee, “Needs more sugar.” He says, even though there’re already ten packets in there.

It’s a slow Saturday. He’s watching people down below go about their day. He’s even caught a few walks of shame.

“Must be fucking nice,” he mumbles when he sees one girl holding up her sparkly dress with one arm and her shoes under the other. She had a good night.

He hasn’t been laid in over a year, and it’s starting to get to him.

Stupid hero work.

The sound of police sirens tore him away from his coffee as police cars raced towards a bank maybe two blocks from him. Yet, nobody besides him noticed a figure jumping from rooftop to rooftop away from the scene.

Using his capture weapon, he swung from his spot above the cafe after the hooded figure. Landing on the rooftop they just leaped on, Hitoshi shot his capture weapon at the thief. “Stop!” he growls, wishing to get this over with so he could go get some sleep.

Staring at the villain, he noticed them wave their hands as the weapon missed them completely and fell to the floor, not responding to Hitoshi's movements. What the hell?!

“So this is the hero supposed to catch me? Guess robbing a bank does draw attention.”

“Save it for jail, Villain.”

“How can you catch me without any handcuffs or a weapon, ‘hero’?”

Turning around, you grin wickedly as Hitoshi recognizes you from the debriefing.

“Catch you around,” you snicker before jumping off the roof.

“Wait!” he shouts, running after you, and looking at the alleyway, only to see no trace of you. 

“What the fuck?” Shinsou groans. There’s no way you disappeared into fucking thin air. Maybe that’s your quirk?

He picks up his scarf and examines it. Why didn’t it work on you before? It was as if it just…gave up.”

He scratches his neck and realizes his mask is still around it. So he forgot to use his quirk…..

“I just want to fucking sleep!” He yells into the air before stomping away to finish his patrol.

*

The following Monday, he’s on evening patrol with the same over-sweetened coffee order. Monday nights are usually quieter, with people resting up for work the next day. Well, they would be calmer if he didn’t have a partner as loud as a foghorn.

“I’m so frickin’ excited to  be in this part of town!” Tetsu beams, knocking his knuckles together, “Usually I’m stuck with Red but wow I can’t believe I’m with you. You’re so cool, bro. And the view up here is awesome!”

“Mhm. Thanks. Let’s just be a little quieter. I kinda got a headache.”

“Oh yeah, right. No problem!” 

It lasts all of two minutes before Tetsutetsu starts rambling on about something that makes Shinsou’s eye twitch. He could just use his quirk, but that would be a dick move, so he endures. Scanning the streets below, he notices a hooded figure walking away from a jewelry store. The items in their open duffel bag shimmered in the light before dashing as the alarms went off.

“Oooh, first catch of the night!” Tetsu grins, hardening his skin and jumping off the roof towards the figure that appeared on the roof, two buildings over. “Let's go!”

“Be careful—fucking idiot,” Shinsou scoffs, running after him.

Shinsou unravels his scarf and launches the end at you, but just like the other day, it misses you completely and falls flat to the ground, refusing to move.

“What the hell?” He tugs it, but it doesn’t budge, “How are they doing that?”

“I don't know what's wrong with your scarf, but we'll stop them with good old-fashioned brute force!”

As Tetsu slammed into the concrete roof, you jumped onto the next building, tripping over your feet and nearly falling.

“Gotcha,” Tetsu smirks, getting ready to jump at you, skin silver and hardened. You hold your hand out, and he freezes mid-air.

“Wha—what’s going on?” He stammers as he flails helplessly. “Mindjack?!”

Shinsou watches from afar as you flick your wrist, and Tetsu is tossed at him. He manages to jump out of the way before he gets crushed. Staring at Tetsu and your outstretched hand, his eyes are wide as saucers as Tetsutetsu gets up and starts swinging at him. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know?!” Tetsu yells back, still swinging, “I can’t move my body, it’s like….I’m not in charge of it.”

You wave two fingers, and he kicks at Shinsou, managing to just nudge his ribs.

Shinsou thinks through the options of what your quirk could be and how he could stop it. You didn’t do it to him, so what makes Tetsu so unique? He glances at your moving hands, then at Tetsu, who’s still bright silver. Maybe—

“I'm sorry for this Real Steel.”

“Sorry for w—” his eyes go white.

“Turn off your quirk.”

Tetsutetsu goes back to his regular lightly tanned self. As Shinsou expected, he falls to the floor, no longer being controlled.

“Dammit,” you whisper. 

“I’ve figured you out!” Shinsou yells at you. “Not so tough now!”

Rolling your eyes beneath your mask, you flip him off before running towards the other rooftops and jumping into an alley. Shinsou chases after you, but when he looks down, you’re already gone.

“Fuck!” He tugs his hair in frustration. “How the hell does she keep doing that?!”

He goes back to a dazed Tetsutetsu, “Hey, you okay?”

“I think so, your quirk is super weird bro. It’s like everything—”

“Goes purple and white, yeah I know. Whatever. Can we get back to patrol so I can just get some sleep?!”

“You don’t have to yell at me,” Tetsu mutters.

“Listen, I haven’t slept in three days, three! And now Aizawa won’t let me until I catch fucking metal woman over here who, apparently, is some fucking Houdini and just disappears into thin air,” he presses the communicator in his ear, “Eraserhead? Her quirk is metal control. There, now it’s registered. Can I go sleep now?”

‘Roger that,’ Aizawa’s voice sounds in his ear, ‘I’m assuming you caught her then?’

Shinsou punches the air a few times, “Negative. She got away.”

‘You know what that means then’ The static stops crackling, indicating Aizawa was offline.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m seriously going to kill him.” Shinsou groans and picks up his scarf, “Let’s go.”

“Roger that!” Tetsu springs up, already feeling better.

“Where do you and Red get all this fucking energy?” 

“Cause life is the best booster shot.”

“……..ok.”

*

“Good morning, MindJack!” A sidekick greets Shinsou when he enters the agency, “You look…….how are you?”

“Exhausted,” he grits out, stepping into the elevator and punching the top floor button.

When it opens, Aizawa is already waiting for him in the hallway.

“Morning,” he nods.

Shinsou just walks past him.

“Someone had a long night.”

“Oh? Oh! ‘Long night’, he says, the same person who’s been making me bust my ass for the past week. I’m living off 3 hours of sleep, sugar, and cheap coffee.”

“You get used to it, kid.”

“Don’t fucking call me kid, I’m a grown-ass twenty-two-year-old man.”

“Who still sleeps in cat boxers and Mr. Snoozy the bear.”

“Fuck you da—Eraserhead. He doesn’t sleep on my bed anymore.”

“Uh-huh. Anyway, got a new side mission for you.”

“Finally! What is it?”

Aizawa holds up a yellow folder, “Undercover at Lilac Gardens. Some villains have been spotted going in there a few times so I want you to investigate tonight.”

“Lilac Gardens huh? Sounds cute. I’ll check it out.”

After a long day of paperwork, Shinsou gets ready to go to the Lilac Garden on the other side of town. He tries his best to look inconspicuous in his leather jacket, black band t-shirt, dark ripped jeans, and a black beanie to hide his bright hair.

The outside is dark, with the name in purple neon lights on the front. He pushes the door open and immediately regrets it.

“Fuck me,” he sighs wearily and walks in. The name does not match the interior. It’s seedy as hell and crawling with villains. Maybe he should’ve brought backup.

He walks up to the bar, tugging his black mask down.

“Whaddya want?” The bartender asks, putting her hand on her hip.

That voice. It can't be. Looking up at the bartender, he hid the shock behind his eyes as he looked at the woman he’d been hunting for the past week.

“Dude, I don’t have all night,” you tell him, “Order or get the fuck out.”

He squints and scans the options on the shelves behind you, “Rum and coke. Aren’t you supposed to check I.D before serving customers?”

“Ew, you a cop or something? ”

The clamoring of the bar stops to a standstill as they await his response, your piercing glare the only thing in front of him.

“Nope. Just….new to this side of town.” 

Much to his relief, the regular ambiance returns.

“... right. Rum and coke.”

He exhales when you turn around and start making the drink, waving your fingers to float the spoons and tumblers.

“Neat trick,” He comments, “What’s your quirk?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” you put the drink in front of him, “Not a good idea here.”

“Seems like I should be, considering I'm arresting you after your shift,” he whispers low enough for you to hear.

You squint, looking him over, “Ah fuck, you found me. Try anything funny and everyone in here will skin you alive.”

Shinsou takes the drink and sniffs it, “You’re not slick, what’s in here?”

You shrug, “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you.”

He puts the drink aside. “I don't trust you. Did you poison it?”

“Maybe. Now, you can stay here and do whatever it is you're supposed to do or get out.”

“As long as I catch you, I finish two missions at the same time and I finally get to sleep.”

“Damn they’re putting you through the wringer, huh? You look dead. Tragic.”

He rolls his eyes, “Can I have an actual drink?”

“I don’t serve narcs. You want a drink, the toilets are filled with piss by now, enjoy.”

“God, you’re a bitch.”

“You flatter me,” you faux swoon, “I did some research on you, y’know? Pro Hero MindJack. Lame ass name by the way.”

“So you know I could make you walk out of here handcuffed with no resistance?”

“Why haven’t you?”

That’s a good question. Why hasn't he used his quirk on the girl before him? Maybe he wanted to chase her and arrest her the ‘old-fashioned way’, or perhaps it was something else.

“Also, can’t use metal, dumbass.” You wiggle your finger at a spoon on the counter, and it twists into a curled ball, “That scarf of yours has some kind of alloy in it. Imagine my fucking surprise when I found that out.”

“So….. you had no idea that would work and just went for it?”

You shrug and move from behind the counter to pack up some glasses from the tables, then come back.

“So how long have you been doing this?”

“Bartending? About three years now.” You say while loading the dishwasher.

“And petty crimes?”

“A year. Bartending wasn’t cutting it.”

“Is it interesting? Any stories to tell?”

“Like I warned you earlier, quit asking questions. It won't end well.”

“I’m trying to fit in.”

“Ugh,” you put a pint glass down and spray something pale yellow and fizzy from the nozzle into it, “Here, drink this and shut up.”

“What is it?”

“Ginger Ale.”

Hitoshi sniffs, then sips, wincing at the tang from the bubbles, “Wow, tastes like medicine.”

“Ginger ale is used as ‘medicine’ in some cultures. Great for sore throats which I’m sure you have considering your quirk and all.”

Looking at the glass, Hitoshi raised his hand to grab it and tilted his head back, sleeve falling towards his elbow, revealing a sea and a venomous cobra inked onto his left arm and the words ‘don't talk to me’ on his neck in big black letters.

You reach out and lightly poke his bobbing Adam’s apple. He snorts and chokes, drawing a few stares from some patrons.

“What was that for?!” He hisses, wiping his nose with his jacket sleeve.

“No reason, just felt like it,” you laugh. “Worth it though considering you’re planning on arresting me.”

Oh right…. That’s still supposed to happen.

Rolling his eyes, he gives you a sliver of a smile when he hears your laugh. Fuck, that's adorable. Adorable? She's a villain. You can't fall in love with a villain. Right?

“Anyway MindFuck, my shift is almost over. So you wanna catch me outside or cause a scene here and risk it all?”

He glances around at the numerous villains whose faces he’d always seen in folders and on screens.

“Outside works,” he settles.

“Good choice.”

A little while later, another girl comes in to relieve you of your duties. You take off your apron and hand it to her before stepping out from behind the bar. 

“Alright, the safest place for you to work is the roof so—“ you point to the ceiling and quickly disappear into the back room.

Hitoshi drops a couple of bills on the counter and rushes outside, looking up at the roof.

“Better hurry up, MindFuck!” You yell down at him.

“It’s MindJack!” He yells back.

“Probably shouldn’t be saying it out loud like that in front of the bar, stupid.” Your face backs out of view.

“Dammit.” He unravels the scarf around his neck and shoots it towards a nearby lampost, the end wrapping itself around the hanger. Landing on it, he jumps towards the roof and lands on his feet like a cat. 

“Flashy,” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“Are you going to come quietly?”

“Kind of impossible. Don’t you think so?”

He registers the joke and blushes, “I hate you.”

“Damn, my feelings,” You fake hurt and put your hands over your heart, “Anyway, to make it easy for you, I won’t fuck with your scarf. Can’t guarantee you'll beat me though.”

“Hmph. We’ll see. So any more rules?” He asks, thinking he could use his quirk on you, “Before you try to run can I ask you something?”

You stay quiet.

“No response? You were so chatty earlier.

You shrug.

“Yup, you’re the worst.”

You turn on your heel and stand on the edge of the roof. Shinsou steps forward, waiting for your next move.

Turning around, you wink at him before jumping off the ledge and rolling onto the next roof of the building next door. “Catch me if you can MindFreak.”

“Oh, now you talk!” He chases after you.

Grinning wickedly, you keep running, occasionally bending metal out of your way and moving a pipe just before Hitoshi manages to get where you once were.

“How the fuck are you so fast?!” He pants, launching his weapon and instead snagging a piece of pipe you toss at him, “This is destruction of public property y’know?!”

“Not my problem, troll doll!”

Stopping for a moment, Hitoshi glared at your retreating figure before shooting his scarf at the closest thing near you to swing on. Troll doll?! Seriously! 

The cat and mouse game continues. You easily dodge his weapon as both of you run across the roofs.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Shinsou grunts, his lungs on fire. He sees his opening when you reach the end of your path and stare down at the busy street, the other ledge too far to jump to.

“Fuck, my back,” he wheezes quietly and catches his breath, “Okay, end of the line, sweetheart. Come with me, you're under arrest. There's nowhere to run.”

You scan through your options, then turn to stare at him and pout before shrugging and holding your hands up in surrender.

Shinsou hesitates. No way you’re giving up that easily, but he’s too tired to care right now. 

“I’m kinda sad it’s got to end like this,” you say, “I’ll see you around.”

“Wait….what?”

You wave your hand, and his scarf wraps around his arms and torso, pulling him to the ground.

“Oh come on!” He writhes on the floor, “Forgot about that.”

You walk up and look down at him, a smile on your face, “You a little tied up?”

“Thought you said you won’t fuck with my scarf?”

“I lied.” 

You clench your fist, and the scarf tightens around him, “That should hold you for a while. I’ll see ya around.” You walk away from him.

Shinsou wiggles some more, trying to get loose, “You can’t leave me here! Come back. I need to take you in.”

A loose end of his scarf hooks over his mouth, effectively silencing him. Your upside-down face comes into view, “You talk way too much, dude.”

He glares up at you, thick brows furrowed deeply.

“Anyway, this was fun. Maybe we can do this again sometime. Buuuutttt since you wasted my time—“  you squat and start rummaging through his jacket pockets, pulling out his wallet. You open it and scoff, “Really? Nothing? Fucking broke ass. Oooh, who’s this?” You look at the small photo of a tired-looking dark-haired man standing with Shinsou, “Cute, is he your dad? I’d totally bang him.”

He protests and tries to sit up, but you put your boot on his chest and continue tossing the contents onto the floor, only pocketing a few coins. Stealing his beanie, you wink as you step backward away from his tied-up figure.

You throw the wallet on the ground next to him, “Alright, bye MindFuck! See ya around.”

Shinsou tries to yell at you, but the gag around his mouth muffles it. You jump down out of view, and he hears your footsteps running off. He relaxes and stares up at the night sky, wishing he was dead.

Minutes later, he feels the scarf loosen snug for him to get free and stand up. He gathers up his wallet and stuffs it back in his pocket before pulling out his phone. A few taps later and he sees the blinking purple spot. It was a dumb move to steal his beanie, considering he had a tracker in it in case something were to happen to him. But boy, is he grateful you did.

“Gotcha.” He smirks at the screen.

Groaning to himself, he takes out his earbuds, jumps off of the building towards the alley, and walks towards the street. Making his way towards the bus stop, a squeaky voice calls out to him. 

“Mommy! Look! It's MindJack!”

“That's right, it is.” The tired woman tells her child.

“Can I have your au-autagaph? I’m your biggest fan!”

Hitoshi smiles tiredly. “Sure kid. What's your name?”

“Kaede.”

“Nice to meet you Kaede. What should I sign?”

Kaede jumps up and down before getting a crude crayon drawing he made of himself and Hitoshi from his little backpack. “Sign this, peez?”

Nodding, he takes out a pen from his utility belt and writes right underneath the purple drawing of him:

‘To Kaede,

My number one fan and future hero.

-MindJack’

Kaede smiles eagerly, hugging Hitoshi's thigh before putting the drawing in his backpack.

“Tank you,” he giggles before running towards his mother, who nods and smiles at Hitoshi.

Hitoshi waves tiredly before stepping into the bus, putting his mask over the lower half of his face, and rides home.

After about twenty minutes, Hitoshi face plants onto his bed, groaning loudly out of exhaustion and stress.

This is all her fucking fault! I swear the next time I see her, I'm gonna—

An image of you on your knees, between his thighs with your eyes rolled back flashes in his mind. No. He shouldn't, but he was so stressed out.

“I just need a shower, Yeah that’s it.” He begrudgingly gets out of bed and strips down to his boxers, tossing his clothes into the already full hamper.

Another image of smooth brown skin tied with black rope flashes behind his eyes.

“No! We’re not doing this!” He yells into the empty apartment.

He takes off his boxers and steps into the shower, letting the almost scalding water run over him.

Sighing gently as the hot water ran over him, he couldn't stop thinking about you despite the self-declaration he had just made. Your laugh, the way your hands move while you’re using your quirk, your pretty face. Everything. 

Maybe the exhaustion is finally catching up to him because Hitoshi didn't know when it started. Still, he slowly wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself to the thought of you on his bed, tied up in a harness made from his scarf at his mercy. The thoughts of you screaming his name mixed with moans and pleas of “faster! Harder!” flooded his senses as he stroked faster before eventually painting his charcoal black shower walls a murky white.

Okay, no big deal, he just jacked off to the thought of having sex with a villain….

That’s normal, right?

He watches the white disappear down the drain and quickly finishes up the shower. He’s still plagued by the thoughts even after he crawls into bed and shuts his eyes to get ready for the few hours he’s going to sleep.

He thinks of how satisfying it’ll be when he finally gets you and takes you into custody. He can almost see the smug look on your face disappear into mild annoyance or maybe fear? Would you struggle? God, he hopes you will just so he can tie you up some more.

“…….dammit!” He hisses and kicks the sheets off when he 

suddenly feels too warm. He lays on the bed spread-eagle and stares at the ceiling, forcefully willing himself to go to sleep to no avail.

“I hate her,” he mumbles as he shoves his hands down his boxers and grips himself, stroking it to full hardness, “I hate her.”

He shuts his eyes and thinks of you tied up in front of him, arms behind your back and legs open and bound in a frog tie.

‘You got me,’ fantasy you mocking him, unable to close her legs because of the intricate rope holding them open, ‘Whatcha gonna do now, MindFuck?”

Shinsou fists himself to the thought of fucking you in that same position, his scarf around your neck tight enough to keep you still but not too tight.

Are you a crier or screamer?

A creamer or a squirter?

Do you shake and shiver when you come and gasp his name?

He hopes it’s all of the above. He really does. Not that he’d find out anyway.

The Shinsou in the fantasy pulls out and paints your skin with streaks of white just as he cums in real life, staining his boxers and hand. Maybe you’d let him finish inside to avoid this mess.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his body suddenly too heavy to do anything. He looks at his messy hand and cringes, “This is so fucking dumb.”

*

“Shinsou….Shinsou? Hitoshi!”

Shinsou snorts awake, lifting his head from the desk to look at Aizawa, “Huh?”

“Sleeping on the job? Thought I raised you better.”

Shinsou yawns loudly, “I’m fucking exhausted. You had me infiltrate a villain's bar without telling me last night.”

“All part of the job kid, you didn’t submit any intel though. Why?”

“I didn’t…..get anything interesting. They drink, eat, and shoot the breeze. I’d wait a while before you try to sting it, I think they were on to me.”

Aizawa hums, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it. What about metal quirk girl? Any news?”

Shinsou swallows dryly, “……no. Nothing yet.”

“That’s too bad, all the best. Hizashi is making your fave tonight, kushikatsu. I’ll leave it in your apartment.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Shinsou smiles.

Aizawa pats his head before leaving the office. As soon as he’s gone, Shinsou pulls out his phone and opens the tracking app, watching the purple dot move around. He’s approximated where you live, but he’s not sure what to do yet. A sting or a solo mission?

He’s already made his decision.

You clutch your phone to your ear while you unlock your apartment door, listening to your sister ramble about her day.

‘—I’m still not allowed to use my quirk, though,” you hear her pout.

“Damn, that’s too bad. I bet it’s pretty powerful now,” you smile and shut the door behind you.

‘I can bend forks now!’

“That’s great, soon you’ll be just like me,”

You flick the light on and put your backpack down on the small table you eat at and start rummaging through the fridge.

“Yeah, I just got home from work so I’m about to eat. So I’ll call you later. Love you, byeeeee.” You pop open the Tupperware and plate the leftovers, putting them in the microwave.

As you wait, you make a realization. Where’s Whiskey? He always greets you when you come home and purrs as loud as a truck. The window isn’t open, so he couldn’t have snuck out.

Before you can turn, you feel your hands get tied behind your back, immobilizing your fingers and wrists. You’re yanked onto the floor, hitting your head on the hardwood.

“Jesus, fuck that hurt!” You groan, looking at the ceiling.

A head of purple hair comes into view, “Boo.”

You frown up at him, “How did you find me?”

“I have my ways,” he watches you struggle a bit in the scarf, “Don't bother trying to control it. I switched to silk.”

“Ugh, dammit.” You roll onto your side, “Where’s my cat?”

“In your room with some catnip.”

“So what now? You take me in and I get locked up? Mission accomplished I guess.” You sigh.

“Mmmm, not exactly.” Shinsou yanks you to your feet, “I thought I’d do a little interrogation.”

He pulls you to the small couch and seats you down while he sits on the coffee table in front of you, knees spread, “So why do you do it?”

“What?”

“Robbery. Petty crimes.”

You chuckle, “Some of us have needs that a nine to five can’t fulfill.”

“But you still stay in this dingy ass apartment.”

“Hey, it’s not much but it’s my home.”

Shinsou hums, clearly annoyed, “I can’t fucking stand you, y'know.”

“Feelings mutual, MindFuck. Just take me away already if that’s what you wanna do.”

Shinsou squints, “Tell me who you steal for.”

“I’m not—“ your mind goes blank; the only thing filling it is purple and white smoke.

“Mhm, tell me why you steal.”

“My sister is in school in America so I pay for her tuition with the stuff I steal,” you explain in a monotone voice.

“Where are your parents? Tell me.”

“Dead. Villain attack five years ago.”

Shinsou’s jaw tenses and he lets you go. You gasp loudly and double over, dry heaving, “Wha—what was th-that?”

“My quirk. Takes some time to get used to. It’s kinda jarring not being in control of your body,” Shinsou drawls, “So…your sister huh?”

He sees the worry on your face, “Don’t talk about her. She doesn’t know anything.”

“Mhm.” He thinks for a second, “I’m not arresting you.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope.”

“…..why?”

“I feel like….it wouldn’t be right. I know what it’s like to be alone, believe me. I’m not taking you in.”

You give him a once over, “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”

He shrugs, “No catch. Like I said I’m not the one who's gonna arrest you but I’ve been assigned to you so as long as I’m on your ass, no one will come looking for you.”

You relax a little, “I see. Okay, whatever. Is that all?”

Shinsou smirks, “Nope. You fucked up my sleep schedule for a week and a half, I deserve compensation.”

“You are broke. I could give you a quarter of what I get from my heists if it's money you want.”

Looking down at you, tied up and struggling in his scarf, spurred him to move closer. “Mmm, not exactly.”

“So what do you want from me?”

“One, for you to take three days a week off so I can finally fucking sleep. And two, payment for the sleep you stole from me.”

“But you don't want money….”

“There are other ways to pay, sweetheart.”

“H—No.”

“You don't even know what I was gonna suggest.”

“I’ve dealt with enough skeezy people to know what you mean. I’m not fucking you. I’d rather go to jail.”

“First off, I'm not that bad. Second of all, it's either this or I leave and call another hero to take you away. What about your sister and poor little Whiskey?”

“Shut up…”

“Whiskey would probably get thrown into the streets and your sister would get tossed out of school. What would happen to them then?”

“I said shut up!”

“Look, I can make it enjoyable for both of us. Blow off some steam. Whaddya say?” He holds his hand out.

“Really?” You stare at it.

“I’m not untying you until you say yes. And don’t try anything cause I have a friend who’ll be alerted if anything happens to me.”

“Ugh, you and your limp dick can go fuck off.”

“Wrong answer.”

“…fine.”

“What was that?”

“I said okay.”

“Good girl.”

Feeling your brain reboot for a second, you stare at him as he starts to untie you.

“W-What did you call me?”

“I said you're a good girl.” Seems like she has a praise kink. Noted.

Reaching into his backpack, he pulls out a small paper packet and another separate sheet, “Alright, let’s go over some things. Basic Dom/Sub etiquette.”

“I’m not a bottom.”

“You are with me. Like I said, basic etiquette. Hard limits, safe words, all the normal stuff.”

You take the paper and go over the list with a small box next to each item, “There are a bunch of options.”

“Always need to be thorough.”

You go over a few times, “I mean….all this is fine just don’t….piss or shit on me. And no blood.”

“Cool. So sign the bottom there and we have a deal.”

You hold your hand out, and a pen flies into it. You sign your name and hand it back to him, “There, I signed your dumb contract. Now leave.”

Placing the papers back in his bag, he shakes his head and smirks at you. “Not yet. You owe me. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Hitoshi got up, making his way towards your bedroom to pick up Whiskey, move him out of the room, and clean up the bed.

When he left the living room, you got up and stuck your tongue at the corner he passed. Stupid hero. Who the hell does he think he is?! 

You pick up Whiskey, your brown and white shorthair who wobbled in a few minutes after Hitoshi left,  from the ground, the poor kitty on a catnip high, “Ugh, my poor baby. You’re conked out. Did the mean man get you high?”

Scratching underneath his neck. You kiss his forehead before putting him down on the counter for him to ride out his high.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay on the couch?” Hitoshi growls into your ear.

“Holy fucking shit! When did you get here?” you shout.

“Language, bunny.”

“Bunny?”

“You’re always running around, and your ears twitch like a bunny’s when you’re annoyed. So yeah, you’re my little bunny.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn around as he cages you between him and the counter.

“Don’t give me attitude, Bunny.”

“Or what?”

Hitoshi pulls you into a soft yet passionate kiss, cut short by you slapping him and pushing him away. Chuckling quietly, he touches his cheek, lilac hues glaring at you. Before you could blink, his hand was wrapped around your throat, his thumb and index finger pressing above your pulse point. “Try that shit again, bunny, and this won’t end well for you.”

Breath hitching at the motion, your eyes roll back at the unexpected pressure on your neck, a very dull heat forming between your thighs.

“Oh, does my bunny like this?” He taunts.

You wheeze when his grip tightens. Your hand grips his sturdy wrist, but it doesn’t budge.

“You do, considering you’re squirming. It’s cute. Keep doing it,” Hitoshi orders.

You want to stop just to spite him, but the arched eyebrow and the piercing gaze he gives you stop you from doing otherwise.

“When I tell you something, you do it, understand?”

Nodding frantically, you gasp as Hitoshi scoffs and slaps you.

“Hey!” You protest, cheek stinging.

“Use your words, bunny.”

“Asshole,” you huff.

Increasing the grip on your neck, he glared at you as your eyes crossed a bit. “Look at you, gettin’ off on this. Try again, bunny. What do you say?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good bunny. Now follow me. I’m not done with you yet.”

You’re jerked back when he lets your neck go. What the fuck was that?

“I won’t ask again, Bunny.”

Staring at him, you try to catch your breath before yelping as his scarf shoots at you and wraps itself around you before Hitoshi drags you along the floor towards your bedroom.

“Goddamn, you’re such a fucking brat. You’re lucky I like brats.”

“Hooray for me,” you mumble, words dripping in sarcasm.

“Keep using that sharp tongue of yours, and I’ll gag you, ya little shit.”

After he turned around, you stuck your tongue out at him. Furby head ass bitch…

Plopping you on the bed, you stared at him cross-armed as he smirked at you. “Quit lookin’ at me like that!”

Hitoshi grinned. “You never said quirk usage was a no for you.”

You stay quiet, still glaring at him.

“We had a deal.”

“Ugh, fine. Just—“ your eyes white out.

“Strip,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” you drone.

Stripping off your shirt and leggings, you stand before him in a violet lace bra and black lace underwear.

“Heh. Cute. I didn’t say stop. Keep going.”

Palming himself over his pants as he watches you unclip your bra from the back, slide it down your arms, and drop it onto the floor. Shimmying your underwear down your cocoa skinned thighs, you stand before him, waiting for his next order.

“Other way, bunny,” he says, twirling his finger around, stopping his movements. “Hand me a rope from my bag.”

Reaching into the bag, you pick out a yellow rope, and you mindlessly hand it to him as he examines it. “Nice color choice. Now stay still. Hands behind your back.”

You turn around and stay as still as a statue following his command. He ties the rope into a box tie, wrapping it around your forearms, shoulders, wrists, and breasts, squeezing them and smirking as you let out a shudder. 

“Sit on the bed. On your knees, bunny,” Hitoshi smirks. “Don’t hurt yourself, though.”

Carefully lowering yourself, you sit on your knees as Hitoshi puts your legs in a frog tie.

“Good bunny, you look so good like this. You should see yourself.”

You gasp and regain control of your body, feeling the tug of the rope on your skin.

“What the fuck? What is this?” You try to move your hands, but they’re secure behind you, “Why am I not surprised you’re into this kind of shit?”

“Such a foul mouth, my feisty little bunny.”  He coos, reaching out to squeeze your cheeks together in a pout, “What are your safewords?”

“Huh?”

He lets your face go, “Safewords. What do you say if you want me to stop or slow down?”

You stare blankly at him, “I don’t have any. Never needed them before.”

“Do you know what the traffic light system is?”

“Kind of.”

“Red means stop everything. Yellow means slow down or wait, and green means keep going. Got it?”

“I guess. It seems easy enough to remember.”

“So, what’s your color now?”

“Uh, green?”

“Green, what?”

“Green, sir.”

“Good bunny.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, softly gripping your face, smiling when you kiss back tentatively. 

Placing a hand on your neck, he cups the side of your face while letting the other trail down your body, resting on your thigh. Flinching gently when he feels your teeth nip his tongue that he tries to force into your mouth, he pulls away as you look up at him with a smirk.

“Brat,” he growls, popping you in the face with one hand and slapping your folds with the other. “Behave, bunny.”

“Ngh,” you groan when his hand harshly slaps your pussy, the sting making you jolt on the bed.

“Feels good?” He teases, smacking you again until you’re squirming.

“No!”

“Then why’re you getting wet?” He presses two fingers to your hole and feels the slick there.

“I…” you whine as his thumb toys with your clit while pressing his fingers against your opening.

“Answer the question, bunny~.”

You laugh breathily, “That’s how pussies work, dumbass. What, you a fucking virgin or you’ve never gotten a girl wet before?”

Your mocking laugh is cut off when he smacks you across the face again, hard enough for your cheek to burn.

“Ow! Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir,” you whimper.

“Good, you’re learning. What’s your color?”

“….green.”

“You need to be sure.”

“Green, fucking hell!” You snap at him, “Just get it over with already.”

“You’re not enjoying yourself?”

You look away briefly, face warm, “I am. Can you just…..tie my hair back? It’s getting annoying.”

Hitoshi nods, cutting a spare piece of rope and using it as a makeshift hair tie for your braids.”Better, bunny?”

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praises, “But you still need to be punished for that mouth of yours and for the ten days of sleep you stole from me.”

“What?! No that wasn’t my fault!” “Yes, it was. I was assigned to you, and now you’re part of my caseload so, yes, it is.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Removing his shirt, capture weapon, and undershirt, he chuckled as you gaped at his chiseled body covered in the most random tattoos.

“Take a photo. It’ll last longer,” Hitoshi snickers, booping your nose, watching it twitch from the sensation. “You really are a bunny.”

Looking away as your face grew much hotter, you tried focusing on something else in the room, only for him to tilt your head up, forcing your gaze back on him. “Eyes on me, little bunny.”

Nodding at his instructions, his eyes softened momentarily before removing his black cargo pants, revealing jet black boxers with gray cats on them.

“Cat boxers? Really?” you snicker as he grumbles.

“Oh, shut up,” he snaps.

You bite your lip to stifle your laughter, “Sorry, sir.”

“It’s alright. Now,” he huffs, adjusting himself to sit you at the head of the bed while he maneuvered, lying flat on your sheets on his stomach. “Be a good bunny, and pay me what you owe.”

Squirming against the binds which held you, you felt your skin flush against as Hitoshi’s face got close to your folds. Playfully blowing on your clit, he chuckles as you jolt slightly. His lilac pools catch your brown ones for a moment before winking and focusing on your clit, licking around and beneath the bud. Pulling away, he kept licking and occasionally sucking until he pulled away, licking a stripe from your opening up to your clit. “Having fun, bunny?”

Whining softly, you looked up at your bedframe, trying to think of anything else until his tongue slipped inside as his thumb rubbed harshly at your bud.

“Fuck!” you shout and try to close your legs but the rope holds them far apart.

His laughter vibrated against your folds as he pulled away, tongue toying with your folds as his pointer finger inched its way inside you, curving itself against your g-spot, gently pumping in and out of you.

“MindJack!”

“Call me Shinsou or sir, Bunny.”

“Fuck, sir, please!” you cry out. “Don’t stop!”

Hitoshi smirked at your pleas. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll listen to you this time.”

Pumping his finger faster, he slowly pushes in a second, steadily lapping at your clit as he pushes both digits at a rapid speed, relishing in the sounds of your soft sighs and moans. Gasping at the knot forming in your stomach, you whimpered loudly, arching your lower half into Hitoshi’s touch. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”

Hitoshi pulls away just as you announce your impending orgasm. “W-What?”

“That’s one.”

Hitoshi stole four more orgasms from you with just his tongue and fingers. 

“What’s your color?” He asks, caressing your tired thigh  Panting heavily, you stared at him, whimpering as he pulled away from your folds, his lips glossy with your essence, “G-green”

Lightly fondling your breasts, he teases one nipple, softly biting the flesh of the other. Pulling away when you try to get some friction from the sheets, he grips the elbow of the rope tied between your neck and breasts, pulling you close to him in a seated position.

“You don’t get to cum, unless I say so, bunny.”

“Yes, sir,” you shudder.

Gripping the binds tightly, he removed his boxers, revealing another tattoo that says: Taste the Rainbow on both his thighs with arrows pointing toward his bulge. Jesus fuck, he’s big.  “Now, I’m finally gonna put good use to that sharp tongue of yours. Open wide, little bunny.”

Looking up at him, you sigh softly before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as he groans at the look before him. Finally got this brat right where I fucking want her. 

Resting the weight of his dick on your tongue, he stroked it gently before gripping the ponytail he made for you earlier. “Suck, bunny.”

Taking him into your mouth, you hum gently as Hitoshi hisses at the sensation.

“Such a, fuck, slutty, bratty bunny I have. Your mouth feels so good. Just like that,” he grunts.

Looking down at you, he grips the ponytail he made, he grips the base, hand covering it and the back of your neck.

“Stay still, bunny. Just, lemme use your throat.”

Moving your head a little faster, Hitoshi starts using your mouth as a fleshlight, ignoring the sounds of you gagging quietly. He presses all the way in so your nose is brushing the short purple pubes on his crotch.

“Look at me,” he mutters then groans when your teary eyes focus on his own. Your tongue snakes along the underside of his shaft, teasing the veins winding along the bottom. The action makes thick strings of spit and precum drool down your chin and chest but the weight of his dick in your mouth is so satisfying, you can’t help but moan around it and rock your hips trying to get some friction from the sheets.

“Fuck, almost there bunny. Oh, shit!” he gasps and pulls out of your mouth, stroking his dick over your face until the first spurt of cum hits your nose. You open your mouth for the rest, the tang landing on your lips and taste buds. Licking away what you could, Hitoshi pants heavily while you catch your breath, “Ugh, drink more water.”

“You try getting any work done with barely any sleep,” he grumbles back, “Coffee is all I have.”

“Uh-huh. Are we done?” You ask, still upset and would right from being edged and the rope is still digging into your skin.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna come, then? I could just leave you here, all tied up.”

“No! No wait! Please, sir. I want you to. I wanna cum.” You squirm.

“Mhm,” he hums nonchalantly, “Do you deserve it?”

“I—“ you hesitate, “Yes?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

You try to kick your feet but they’re held tight to your thighs, “Yes! I’m sure. You can’t leave me like this, please! Shinsou, fuck me. Ruin me. Um, yellow.”

“Woah, hey, calm down,” he rubs your shoulders, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m just…. really horny right now and you’re killing me over here.”

“Breathe, bunny,” he coos.

“(Y/n),” you mumble.

“What?”

“That’s my name. You can call me (Y/n).”

“Beautiful name for my beautiful bunny. 

“You’re so fucking cringe,” you chuckle.

“Shut up, you like it,” he smirks.

“Nope, still can’t stand you.”

“You sure about that,” he chuckles, pulling you up to look at him.

“Very,” you smirk leaning in.

Neither one of you remember who initiated the kiss but it was sloppy, messy, and yet somehow so romantically passionate, it would make your teeth rot at how sweet it was. 

Pushing you down onto your back, Hitoshi pulled away, looking down at your flustered form. “You said you wanted me to ruin you, right Bunny? I’ll ruin you, alright.”

Feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach, Hitoshi dipped his head, nipping at your jaw with a grin before starting on a hickey near your pulse point, grinning at the soft moan you gave.

“You clean?”

“Kind of too late to ask since you already stuck your tongue in there,” you muse, “Yeah, I am.”

Continuing his hickeys, his hands trailed down your body, groping at your breasts before fondling your cheeks.

Tapping himself against your clit, he shuddered as he slowly ran himself along your entrance before slowly pushing in with a deep groan. “Fuck, bunny,” he sighs as you pant from the initial stretch. “You’re so tight.”

After a minute or two of getting used to him, you nodded your head, giving him the okay to start moving.

Moaning as he starts thrusting, you gasp when he starts hitting that spot inside you while toying with your clit.

“Fuck, Shinsou, please!”

“Tell me what you want, bunny.”

“Choke me,” you mewl.

“Oh?” he hums, gripping your throat just as he thrusts back in, steadily increasing and relieving the pressure in tune with his thrusts. “Little bunny wants to see stars, hmm? I can do that. Be a good girl and take it and I’ll make you see the whole. damn. galaxy.”

Crying out at his statement, you felt your eyes roll back as the edges of your vision slowly turned black. “Fuck, sir, please. I’m close. Wanna cum! Wanna cum so bad.”

“You deserve it, bunny, go ahead. Make a mess on my cock, sweetheart.”

The rapid thrusts mixed with the stimulation pushed you right over the edge. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you shout, coming down from your high.

But he doesn’t stop. He’s still keeping the same cruel pace and you’re starting to curl into yourself from overstimulation but the rope keeps you spread out.

Shinsou gropes your framed chest, pinching one nipple and smacking the other a few times.

He watches his dick move in and out of you, white cream collecting at the base and staining his pubes.

He throws his head back and groans, “Fuck I needed this. Your pussy’s fucking amazing.”

He shoves himself nice and deep at the last word. 

“Shit!” You shout when you feel his tip push your poor cervix, “That hurts!”

“You know how to make it stop,” he squeezes your throat again to hear you wheeze out a curse. His free hand moves from your hip to smack you across the face again, “You’re so goddamn annoying,” he grunts.

You frowned at him, lips swollen and parted, “You too, sir.”

He chokes you again, gritting his teeth when he feels you clench around him and your pussy fluttering wildly.

Your body jerks and shakes when you cum again, high-pitched moans of his leaving your lips.

Hitoshi, not too far behind, pulled out, finishing on your stomach. “Goddamn, that was…”

“Amazing,” you slur.

“You okay, Bunny?”

You hum and sigh loudly, eyes fluttering closed.

Shinsou gets to work untying your hands and legs. You groan in relief when you can finally control your limbs and curl up on the bed, hugging your shoulders.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He tells you in a soft voice, rubbing your thigh.

“Mm.” You respond sleepily.

He leaves to check your bathroom for a washcloth to clean you up with. He runs it under warm water and comes back to wipe you down.

“I feel like a baby getting their diaper changed,” you smile tiredly as he cleans between your legs, “Now I see why they shit all the time.”

Shinsou chuckles and cleans himself up too, “You did great,”

“Mm,” you hum and reach over for the oversized shirt you sleep in, “I’m gonna have a crick in my neck for days because of you.”

Shinsou puts on his pants, “You good?”

“I’m great,” you wave dismissively,covering yourself with your blanket, “You using the front door or window?”

“Window,” he pulls on the rest of his clothes and picks out the pamphlet from earlier, “If this is gonna be a consistent thing,I really need you to go over these so I know your limits.”

“Ugh,” you groan,rubbing your face, “Like I said,just don’t piss or shit on me and I’m cool.”

“Still,this is a binding for both of us so just check the boxes. I’ll come by and pick it up when I have time.”

You yawn and mumble something along the lines of a positive response, shutting your eyes.

Shinsou leaves the papers on your nightstand, packs up his stuff and makes his way to the living area.

Whiskey meows at him from the ground, green eyes stuck in a hard glare.

“Sorry little buddy. It was necessary.” Shinsou reaches down to scratch his ear before opening the window and climbing out onto the fire escape. Just as he shuts it, his phone pings with a message from Aizawa asking how his patrol was going.

Shinsou takes out an energy drink from his backpack and texts back a simple ‘fine’ before hopping up onto the roof to continue his patrol.

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[average-drawer]

FANFICTION FOR YOU HUNGRY DEGENERATES

I had a pet frog named Sloth (I did not decide on that name my family chose without me) so I know how frogs work

Dave was slowly walking in the shadows behind Jack. He blended in pretty well, as he mostly wore darker colors. Jack knew he was there without looking. He knew Dave always followed him home. Of course, he didn't like this, but also he was so used to it that he didn't care anymore.

A frog jumped on Dave's arm. Wet and slimy. He would have tossed it off of his arm if he were Jack, but Dave, being Dave, didn't. He stood unmoving for a moment before gently lifting the frog off his arm and into his hands. It was (I am just choosing a random color and pattern) green, like frogs usually are, but with an orange underbelly. Woah, frog. He knew a lot about frogs. He just liked them. Not for any particular reason, he just liked em.

He started going down the sidewalk again, heading to Jack's house. He had memorized the route after going there so many times. He would either sleep in his dumpster near Jack's house or he would follow Jack and sleep there. Most of the time it was the latter. Dave knew that he needed to give this frog a house quickly. Luckily, he was already an impatient person, and with Jack way ahead of him now, he could safely almost run until he found Jack.

~♡Lazy ass time skip brought to you by Steven's beautiful existance♡~

Finally, Dave was here and Jack was in his room. Jack walked like he had all the time in the world, which is infuriating for a fast walker, stalker, and someone who is holding a frog in their hands, which is Dave is all three of. He looked around. He couldn't just place the frog on the Sex Couch™️. He had to get it a container. So, for the meantime he put it in an upside down bowl on a plate with some water on it. He searched and searched until he found a goldfish bowl looking thing. It was big enough for the frog and tall enough for it to not jump out. But the bowl needed a cover. Plastic wrap, maybe? With holes, of course.

He set up the bowl and put some dirt and a stick in it. Dave knew it had to be humid, so he covered everything with water. The bowl was complete. The frog will probably be fine with no food until morning. He gently put the frog in and put the plastic wrap on. He grinned wider. Dave motherfuckin Miller has a frog! He watched the frog intently for God knows how long before he remembered Jack. This frog was so intrestingnto him that he forgot about his Old Sport. Wow. He left the frog to go sleep with Jack (I can't find any other words for this PLEASE) instead. He crawled into bed and squeezed his Tangerine, making a squeaky toy sound. A little while layer Dave fell asleep, all limbs wrapped around his Sportsy.

Jack woke up to the familiar noise of loud snoring and the feeling of Dave's almost inescapable hold on him. And the noise of croaking. What the fuck is croaking? He attempted to leave Dave's grip without waking him, and succeeded. He got up and went into the kitchen, where he found a frog croaking like its life depended on it on the counter. "Good lord..." Jack mumbled, staring at the frog. He picked up the bowl, unlocked and opened the front door, put it outside, and went back inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. Not like it mattered, Dave would kill any intruders in Jack's home in a heartbeat. He went back to bed and slept for 2 more hours, before his horrible alarm went off, making him and Dave get up for another god awful day of work.

[fostopia]

hi............. if you are up to it i would very much like hearing about your ocs

** 11/20/23 edit: IM USING THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO POST THIS

* Funfact! I only remembered about this ask now because my friend asked me about the same ocs and it came to mind so I’m picking the old draft back up

Anon you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into

Fun fact about me dear readers I have over 278 oc’s (11/20 edit: now 347) and counting all are fully developed too. However, we’re gonna focus on the ones I posted previously

The ask to make my day OKAY

BACKGROUND

Was on a whiteboard with a bud and he made the joke about throwing a baby he was holding, I told him to do it and drew ‘C supports baby throwing’ which lead to the "#cforpresident" hashtag being drawn by him. This silly little thing promptly dissolved into a full fledged au because none of us are capable of being normal

There’s three universes sorta associated with this au, and there’s no actual name to it— it just.. exists.

PRESIDENT C

The first version of this character in this AU, C (no real name here, just C) is the President [It’s sorta unconfirmed what the fuck he’s the president of but we kept making the joke of him being POTUS so maybe the canon world in this is just… our irl world.] My man’s Vice President is unconfirmed because my bud Sarah who ‘ran against me’ swapped to swat last second so.. guess there is no Vice President. C had a husband (Ace), got married before he entered office and got unlucky cause his spouse is fucking dead. He’s sorta just tired of this shit™️. In this world monster begins aren’t rare but they’re not exactly accepted, even more so if you look dangerous. C is a shapeshifter with his default look replacing his head with a ball of black matter; it’s an odd substance, as it gives off a look of a black hole but you could literally shove your hand into his face and bam your arm is in a weird kind of pocket dimension (this can only occur when he allows it though, so don’t try it you’ll punch the President.)

His other look, however, is much more human but simultaneously is used far less. That look is defaulted to a demon, and although he can change aspects none are permanently and he’ll always revert back to the demon look Oh yeah President C is morally good but he has cannibalized a vampire-bat shifter so, sometimes his morals are off.

His backstory is pretty sparse, I don’t have any ideas for his family life before presidency; he just showed up running for President and gained popularity real fast. He’s very advanced with his shapeshifting, he can use it to become people and even objects or full animals. His main team consists of Orin, the swat captain, and Sarah, who’s a rank below Orin. Sarah’s very responsible and very underpaid while Orin is horrible irresponsible and uses Sarah’s payment on Panda Express. President doesn’t let that slide when he finds out; but otherwise he has a good connection with them both.

TYRANT C

This one was a ‘what-if’ personality/role swap of the President C au; instead of being the morally good, demon presidents— Tyrant C (still just C here) is the morally corrupted, sheep president. Just like President, he’s a shapeshifter with the base for being the black matter head one; however he generally uses the humanoid sheep one more often as a way to seem more innocent and harmless— like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

He’s fuuucked up, his whole point is gaining power and he’s lucky that the force that follows him is so loyal. In this one he had a husband as well, Zander (Ace’s alternate universe self), however the two married purely for tax benefits, the fact that it would help C’s campaign to be a queer president. They were a tragic case of right time, wrong person. Although both of them had truly loved each other to an extent (C didn’t know what love felt like so he hasn’t realized at the time while Zander was constantly bouncing between love and hate) both of them kept fighting. Tyrant was the one to act first but trust me, if Zander had lived longer, he might’ve killed Tyrant first.

He gets away with it because corrupt fucker, however he quickly finds that he needs somebody else to fill in for the spot that Zander had earlier; somebody to bounce ideas off of— and who better to than his SWAT captain, Orin. Orin is a huge simp. He’s actually responsible here however Sarah’s personality doesn’t swap and instead she just doesn’t like Tyrant too much. So, Tyrant decides to seduce Orin to get him wrapped around his finger because really; if he’s got the swat captain he’s got the power of his team too… yeah no, he falls in love on accident. Then he’s forced to acknowledge that this is what love feels like.

He’s a lot less good with his shapeshifting; only able to shift between his void matter and the goat one with even that taking to much energy as he wasn’t able to use them as he grew. He’s a man cut off from the world, however not from sorrow and guilt the same way President did.

Tyrant’s meant to be much more complex than President; his backstory includes shit like abuse from parental figures, cult shit, and with him having been raised with so much negativity he’s completely convinced that this is how everything has to be. Violence and evil have always been his normal; he was a kid groomed into a mindset that never left until he felt something beyond anger for the first time. He’s fucked up, he’s done some real horrible shit, but he doesn’t know that being good is on the table. He’s at a point where learning to grow won’t do anything to reverse years of trauma and anger. Tyrant has regrets he can never voice due to his nailed in beliefs, he will never be able to fully accept that he had loved Zander, that the king sized bed in his home feels too empty. He can’t acknowledge the way he makes two cups off coffee sometimes, one just the way his fiancé used to drink his. He can never come to terms with the fact that he regretted killing him. He can never accept that he misses his parent despite their abuse, that deep down he wishes he were still their little boy oh so willing to help mom and dad out with their ‘buisness’. Tyrant wants to, really, he does. However, some people aren’t capable of accepting that reality. He grew up within a world that called him a monster, and he was merely giving back what they had started.

[otaku-dragon-lover]

Close Encounters of the 10th Kind…

Ed 10 AU: It's the night of November the 6th, 1983. In different universe, it would be just another night for Eddie. Here however, that isn't the case, and fate has swung in a very different direction. As round of experimenting with the Watch runs into the night, he finds that something is lurking within the forest.

And it has him in it's sights.

Trigger warnings: Strong Language, Referenced Period-Typical… Issues (idk how else to put it, 80s bs is a thing™️ in this, unfortunately)

Part 1 is here

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa-!"

A loud crash broke the relative silence, a few birds scattering in freight due to the sound. Their terrified squawks and shrieks creating a cacophony, one that disrupted the peace of night.

Eddie groaned as he slid to the ground, collapsing in a heap at the base of the tree he'd run into.

If one were to look at him, however, he certainly wouldn't look like himself.

He currently appeared to be an odd-looking Velociraptor, though he was taller than a human. Clutched beneath two-toed feet were a pair of black orbs. Stretching out from his tailbone was a long black tail, with five blue stripes racing down it. His arms were long, with a spike extending from his elbows. At the end of them hands that ended with three fingers, covered by bulky black claws. On his head was a black cone-like helmet, a protective visor with blue markings pulled over his face.

This didn't last, however, as suddenly the visor slid upwards. This revealed a blue face with green eyes, black lips, and stripes that ran under and between his eyes.

He was wearing a black jumpsuit/turtleneck hybrid, with a sleeveless jean vest sitting over it. The grey and black symbol of the Watch sat on his chest, standing out against the dark color surrounding it.

Eddie got up with a grimace, pushing himself off the ground with a heave.

"Ow… why does using super speed have to be so hard?!" The augmented teen whined, his voice now raspy.

It had been a little over a week since he found the Watch, and all he had were questions with no answers. In that time, he'd done his best to pretend that nothing had happened.

Which - he would like to add - was really fucking hard.

Especially the day after, when he nearly had a heart attack upon seeing the Watch on his wrist, since he'd thought it was all a dream. It was only after he'd woken up more, and his brain wasn't clouded by sleep that he remembered what had happened.

And then he was slapped across the face by the fact that, much to his utter horror, the fire he had caused was all over the news.

Thankfully, no one had been hurt, and it seemed like the blaze was being blamed on a "satellite" that had crashed nearby. Eddie knew for a fact that wasn't what happened, but, well he couldn't exactly tell anyone that.

He'd also been forced to lie to his uncle, who had asked if he'd seen anything. Which, y'know, it sucked major ass that he had to do that, but like, what else could he do??? He couldn't just say "oh yeah, any alien watch got stuck to my wrist last night. Weird right?".

He was pretty sure that'd be a one-way ticket to the looney bin.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day, that was when he showed off the Watch to his uncle. Now granted, he didn't tell him where it really came from, instead he just told Wayne that he'd bought a cool-looking watch.

Ever since then, he's been trying to figure out what this thing can do. Since y'know, it was kinda stuck to his wrist.

The answer was: a lot.

There were at least ten… creatures? Monsters? Aliens???? inside of it. Eddie had tested out (including the fire one and the one he was right now) five of those ten, leaving the most inhuman ones to be delt with later.

So, here he was: screwing around in a clearing near Mirkwood, one that (if he wasn't mistaken) more than likely used to be a campsite? Just going off of the abandoned picnic tables, and the (honestly pretty old) trash that was buried in the overgrown grass.

Huh, wonder what happened to it?

"Though really," He mused as he rubbed his head, whacking an old beer can with his tail as he walked, "that just makes it easier for me. 'Least it means I don't get spotted, anyway."

And wasn't that a mortifying thought? Christ, people didn't like anyone who played D&D, how the hell would they react if they saw him like this?!

Well, he knew the answer to that.

"Pitchforks and torches~!" He sang in a oddly cheery tone, taking a seat at one of the picnic tables (albeit awkwardly).

All he had to do now, was wait for the Watch to time-out. After that he'd probably head home, looking at how late it already was.

That being said… with all he did know about it, he still had no idea what he was going to do with the device. He couldn't take it off, obviously, so what to do?

A thought popped into his head, but he immediately brushed it off. It was something so absolutely stupid given who he was to Hawkins at large, he was honestly surprised he thought of it at all.

But then… why did it enchant him like a Siren?

'You could be a hero.'

A hero, hah! As if this place would accept him as a hero, especially seeing as some of these guys (like the one he was right now) didn't conform to "social norms". Whatever the hell that should mean.

'Heroes have secret identities,' The traitorous part of his mind whispered, 'why shouldn't you?'

He gritted his teeth, tail thrashing in reaction to his emotions, 'I can't. Everyone would know it's me like, instantly!'

Although… he did look different between forms, and most of the guys he's used so far have different voices to his own. The only outlier so far was that weird, blob-like guy, who's voice sounded like his over a radio.

He still didn't know what that one did.

Plus, he didn't have to use his actual name. What superhero did that, anyway? He'd been thinking about making nicknames for the creatures anyway, since having to specify every time was a bit… well it was a pain in the ass.

…Maybe he could do-?

The sound of a twig snapping brought his thoughts to a screeching halt.

Eddie leapt to his feet in an (almost literal) instant, his eyes narrowing as he attempted to see into the darkness.

Oh Christ what is he gonna do?! This place was supposed to be abandoned, deserted, vacant! So why the fuck was someone here?!

"…Uh, who's there?! Show yourself!?" The teen didn't think his current voice could raise and crack in such a way, but apparently it could. Fun.

His panicked words didn't elicit a response at first, a dead silence hanging over the clearing. Soon however, there was loud rustling and snapping as foliage was (assumedly) stepped on and shoved.

It was then that the Watch decided to make itself known, by speaking.

"Warning," A robotic male voice droned, scaring the life out of the teen as it continued, "unidentified extra-dimensional lifeform detected. Caution is advised."

Wait… this thing can talk?!

He glanced down at the watchface on his chest, about to snark at it before the… extra-dimension-whatsit started moving again.

Eddie tensed with every sound, the noise gradually growing closer until it stopped at the treeline.

More silence followed.

Finally, the thing stalking him revealed itself, stepping into the clearing slowly.

He kinda wished it didn't.

It was fucking huge, and would tower over him if it stood up fully. It had these long and thin limbs, looking like it had lost a fight with a taffy machine. It… didn't have a face, from what he could see, the head being slightly long but barren of any features. What was really weird (outside of well, everything else) was it's skin: it was soaking wet, like it had taken a nose-dive into a lake and hadn't dried off.

He stepped back at the sight of the thing, eyes wide as he took it's appearance in, his tail and back pressing against the picnic table behind him.

The thing hissed, an awful noise that raked against his ears. It's face shifted and moved in ways that no normal thing should.

Oh fucking hell this thing was horrifying. They way it moved, the way it looked, the sounds it made. It was like some abomination crawled up from hell, something no living thing should ever have to see.

But, that did raise the question: why was it here? What even was it?

Of course, these are all questions that the metalhead asked himself after his brain started functioning again.

The Watch beeped, the face flashing red as his time ran out, "Hostile entity confirmed." It spoke again, uncaring towards his distress, "Transformation time limit has almost been reached, retreat is highly suggested."

"No shit!" Eddie wanted to shout at the device, his panic only increasing. Instead, his mouth stayed stubbornly shut, his body frozen as he watched the thing.

Then it hissed, shifting as it stood to it's full height, and oh fucking hell was it big. It stood on two legs and damn-near dwarfed him, he… really didn't wanna know how big it'd look if he was normal right now.

The thing then let out a loud shriek, it's face moving in a way that… shouldn't be possible. He couldn't tell exactly what it was doing, since it was too dark out, but something told him he really didn't want to know. Either way, he could see the front of it's face peel open, it almost reminded him of a flower, weirdly enough.

Moving on, it was only as the thing suddenly lunged forward, that his body started moving again. He zipped out of the way quickly, letting the thing crash into the table he was sitting at. Loud snapping and cracking followed as the picnic table collapsed, the… monster screeching as it landed.

Eddie's heart pounded, staring at the thing with wide eyes, "Jesus Christ…!"

The Monster climbed out of the wreck, snarling as it locked "eyes" with the teen.

'Oh hell no.'

Before the thing could leap at him again, he did the one thing his mind was screaming for him to do.

He ran.

---------------

By the time he made it back to the trailer park, he was exhausted, confused, and scared. The Watch had given out about a block or two away, which while still pretty bad, wasn't nearly as horrible as it could've been.

He would know, those scenarios are floating about stubbornly in his mind, nagging at him incessantly as he approached his uncle's trailer.

Thankfully, the front door was still unlocked. Wayne probably kept it that way, not wanting to lock him out of his only real shelter. That, or the man had simply forgotten to secure the thing.

Either way, Eddie sure wasn't complaining as he pushed the front door open.

He ignored the howling gale of questions as he stepped inside, shutting the door with his foot. He also ignored it as he trudged towards his bedroom, only half-noticing that Wayne was fast asleep on the living room couch.

It was only once he was in his room, and the door was shut that it hit him.

He flicked on the lights before falling onto his bed with a groan, the tension in his body releasing the instant he hit the mattress.

That didn't mean his brain relaxed, quite the opposite. Now that he was (relatively) safe, his mind was going a mile a minute.

So… there's a monster lurking in the woods, apparently. One that was a very very big asshole, and attacked things on sight. It didn't have any eyes (that he saw), but could somehow see? How does that work?

He… he had a feeling this thing wasn't normal, like - something that isn't part of the "Hawkins Lore". He wasn't a hundred percent sure, but he sure as hell wouldn't forget hearing about something like… well that.

…He was gonna need a damn library, wasn't he?

Whatever it was, it's dangerous, that much was obvious. It definitely wouldn't have any problems with attacking innocent people - which, honestly, typical monster shit right there.

Despite this, he ran. Eddie ran like a fucking coward, he used super speed to do it, for Christ's sake!

Some "hero" he was, eh?

Moving from one brick wall to another; the Watch could apparently speak??? It sounded like someone talking over the radio, but it was definitely the Watch that was talking. It… it honestly reminded him of the Star Trek computers, if that made any sense.

It was yet another mystery to throw onto the pile, he guessed. Which, yeah - great because that's what he needs right now: more fucking questions!

He kicked his shoes off with a sigh, standing up before going to his light switch and turning it off. He then returned to his bed, rooting himself under the blanket as drowsiness overcame him.

Little did he know, that the next morning would begin the town of Hawkins'decent into madness…

[cherrycreamsicle]

SEP AU DETAILS I AM GRABBING THEM GRABBING THEMMMM!!

Man you're really twisting my arm here /J

My Au is called All Lost is Found and I'm gonna put the shit under a cut because I just know it's gonna be eight miles long :)

SO BASICALLY! Barry Drax had a series of prototype mystic supersoldiers he was trying to work on before he actually mutated his "real" super soldiers (the turtles). He goes through 26 unsuccessful mutations (ie. The subject dies before the mutation can be completed) before finally landing a win with Subject 27.

27 lives two years in Draxums lab before the mutagen is perfected via dubiously ethical experiments done on him until Lou Jitsu and the Turtles are brought into the lab. Action scene proceeds as normal EXCEPT! 27 is present and attempts to rescue the freshly cooked baby mutants. Lou Jitsu manages to get all of em except Raph, who is picked up by 27 before the lab explodes.

27 and Raph are homeless for a while before being picked up by the hidden city equivalent of social services and placed in a home. Their moms adore them, give them names, they basically grow up normal kids (except for 27, now named Vincent like da van gogh, who has knowledge™️ of the before times).

The reason it's called all lost is found is because the kick off of the AU is Raph (also called Ellie) coming home to find her moms and brother missing and their house basically burned to nothing. She's gotta. She's gotta. Find the lost haha.

The other three turtles are essentially raised about the same, except Splinter is very up front with them about their missing sibling, though they're pretty positive she's dead. Ellie also believes that the other three are dead cuz Vincent didn't think they made it out alive. ANYWAY. Leo and Donnie co-lead somewhat responsibly and they're a little more. Focused and? Idk not dedicated but interested in training n such. So they've got some skills especially in stealth cuz its just the three of them without their big strong tank yknow?

So basically it's Ellie trying to figure out where the fuck her family went and why they disappeared and also her reuniting with her long lost family.

I might make it a fic orrrrr maybe a comic? Prolly a fic with accompanying images and pictures but yeah! That's the basics of the au. Although everything is mapped out in the ol noggin so if you have more specific questions I'd be happy to give em an answer ^_^

[its-your-mind]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“Oh, Martin saw Jon be a complete mess of a human being and thought I can fix him and that was the reason his crush started”

you fools. you absolute circus clowns. you avatars of pure silliness.

Martin is EXACTLY as unhinged as Jon even before they ever meet each other, and becomes even more so after we meet him. Behold:

List of Reasons why Martin Kartin Blackwood is just as (if not more) unhinged than his avatar-of-all-evil-knowledge-boyfriend:

in order to get a job, he lied on his CV. Not too bad, fuck academic elitism, etc, but this man. claimed to have a very specific degree in a very specific field. and then he got hired. because of that degree

and no one noticed. for ten whole years.

(except the head of the institute, which doesn’t count bc he’s an evil mind reading bastard)

Also claimed to be like ten years older than he really was (him and jon share this unhinged fun fact which is fuckin wild)

ALSO also didn’t have a middle name so just kinda. gave himself a middle initial. for funsies.

let a dog into a building bc it tricked him with its cute face

but also carried out a con for months on an avatar of an evil fear god by just. frowning and nodding.

could have been an avatar of manipulation and control, instead decided to be in love. icon.

actually, could have been an avatar of three different fear gods. said no thanks I will be in love instead ty

boss is specifically an asshole to him. decides to fall in love anyway.

had to be told to put his hands in his pockets so he would stop touching plastic explosives

wanted to kill an old man bc one time that old man kind of threatened to throw him off a rollercoaster

after being trapped in his flat for three weeks by a bug lady, brought a jar full of her bugs with him back to work to prove a point

willing to damn an unknowable number of other realities

met himself. he was an asshole. to himself.

“sorry elias I can’t hear you there’s a door in the way”

decided with no evidence that he was going to take his bf on a hiking trip and figure out a way to shove the fear gods back into their little box

has dreams of making out with his bf over their ex-boss’s corpse

“Hey, Elias! J o n a h M a g n u s !!!!! …. OI DICKHEAD”

big strong rowing arms

(that’s not unhinged i just wanted everyone to remember that martin has big strong arms good for rowing and giving hugs)

thinks tea is cure to all emotional ills

certainly has a large fun patterned jumper collection at home

also advocates that he and his bf “get their murder on”

stole a possibly evil tape recorder to record poetry bc lo-fi vibes

spent several months talking to tape recorders more than humans

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6,854 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

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Help I’m late to the party re: cryptic Rusty Quill Magnus Archives news and don’t know how to catch up!

You have come to the right place! Here I will summarize The Bullshit™️ with time stamps where able. I will also update this post when new things come to light.

Let’s go one day at a time!

10 October

Rusty Quill Twitter and Instagrams post UNPROMPTED, UNEXPLAINED eyes

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7,837 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

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tma fandom for the past year and a half: the ambiguity of the ending was so beautiful, I love that we just Don’t Know what happened to them. Horror tragedy is a heart-wrenching but also amazing genre.

tma fans today: mARTIN? Martin my beloved bby boy?? Is here???? Is aliVe??? THANK FUCK THIS IS WHAT I WANTED ALL ALONG now where is my jarchivist whom I love so dearly rusty quill if you keep him from me I will never forgive you

11,420 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

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I did not have “tumblr book club forms and reads a classic horror novel delivered via email; immediately begins to roast and fall in love with protagonist” on my 2022 bingo card, but I have to say I am enjoying myself immensely

18,645 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I feel like neil gaiman’s regular presence on this hellsite is like… an unintentional secret that we all have. I never question it, and yet it’s just like… on your right you will see the queer podcast fandom. on the left you will see author of coraline and good omens and the sandman. yeah he’s here. yeah sometimes he’ll appear in your notes or respond to a shitpost when you least expect it. it’s fine.

30,370 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

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okay okay so I suddenly had a creative outburst and now I have way too many headcanon requests to send to you but I'll do one after the other, so I'm starting with this because it's wonderful (I'm sorry but you're getting all the romantic requests here, it's your fault for befriending me, I am such a hopeless romantic at heart):

dating sir lancelot! and like specifically sir lancelot after like, the end of season three. because when I was hunting for gifs this morning, I got one of like the scene where he's wearing that red shirt and walking to merlin and then merlin stains arthur's shirt and he's like "I'm sure you'll find a way to get that out" and I CRIED that scene is so beautiful because it could be him, it could be his happiness, that's the life he's always dreamt of and he gets ripped from it in the span of a year and I hATE THAT

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

These are going to be as much for me as they are for you lol

Dating Lancelot would include...

First things first: you've never seen anyone as nervous as Lancelot was the day he asked you out. Poor guy was a bright red, stuttering mess. It was kind of adorable.

Actually, Lancelot gets flustered easily in general.

You called him “Lance” once, very affectionately, and when you got no reaction, you turned around to see him bright fucking red. So naturally, you keep calling him by that nickname, do you have any idea how cute he looks?

That red shirt he’s wearing in the gif? It’s yours now. You don’t even steal it, he just lets you borrow it once because you’re cold and then decides it looks much better on you so he tells you to keep it.

He loves it when you play with his hair. It’s the fastest way to get him to fall asleep after a long day (when it’s longer, he’ll shyly ask you to brush it).

Okay, now for some Angsty Times™️: Lancelot has been through some shit. His entire village, including his family, was slaughtered before his eyes when he was just a child. And even though it happened a long time ago, he still has nightmares about it.

He’ll wake up soaked in sweat, gasping for fresh air to try and forget the scent of fire and blood. He always tries his best to be quiet, but you always wake up -almost as if you can feel his distress.

Some nights are better than others. Some nights he manages to shake his nightmare off by simply holding your hand and talking with you. Some nights he won’t talk at all, and he certainly won’t go back to sleep. In case of the latter, he wants you to go back to sleep, but you won’t leave him to deal with this on his own.

Alright, that was Angsty Times™️, please tune in next time for more!

For someone who flusters so easily, Lancelot is a very physically affectionate person. Once he knows you’re fine with it, he’s always touching you in some way: his arm around your shoulders, his hand in yours,… it’s a reassurance, to him, that you’re there.

Gwaine gives both of you the “hurt them and I’ll kill you” speech. While the two of you were standing next to each other. Just randomly came up to you and went “Lancelot, if you ever hurt (Y/N), I will kill you with my bare hands. (Y/N), if you ever hurt Lancelot, I will kill you with my bare hands.” Then he just walked off. You and Lancelot still laugh about it.

Since Lancelot isn’t just a knight, but a Knight of the Round Table, he’s often needed when things go south. They’re Camelot’s first line of defence, a beacon of hope for all those who needed. And while you couldn’t be more proud, you worry -regardless of whether or not you’re a knight yourself.

It happens painfully often that Lancelot returns home injured because he was protecting someone else. Being protective, being a shield for those who don’t have one, is what defines him.

And even though you scold him for not being more careful, you aren’t angry. How could you be, when he’s doing nothing other than being the man you love?

Lancelot is also a sneaky little shit when he wants to be. Expect to be tugged into corridors for a quick or not so quick kiss.

And on that topic, he loves surprising you. Loves sneaking up behind you, just so he can wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. If it’s been a while since he last saw you, he’ll literally pick you up and spin you around until he gets dizzy and almost crashed you both into a wall.

Okay, that’s about all that comes to mind right now, but I hope you liked them!!

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PROCRASTINATE IN P1NK

Y’all I’m three weeks behind on hw so today I read a shitton of fic instead of catching up. I’ve been screaming about a couple of these throughout the day but I want to consolidated & attempt to form a coherent thought b/c I’ve been in all caps amazeface mode all day. Here it goes -- 

Unresting Death - Anon, Part of Blackcest Fest 

One of my favorite *themes* in *anything* is the inability to distinguish reality from fantasy. I *love* horror. I’m known to go to the theater to watch horror flicks by myself without issue, but throw me a Haunting @ Hill House Mind Fuck™️ and I won’t sleep for days. & psychologically fucked characters, ahem Hannibal, love them. The end of the this fic had me screaming. 

For Sale by Owner: Rose Weasley-Granger’s Virginity - @vukovich

This fic is part of FUCK HIS DAD fest. What’s funny is that it reminded me of that Bible verse -- “He is the stone which was rejected by you, the builders, but which became the chief corner stone.” Except it’s Rose and she fucked his dad. Watching her become the chief ass corner stone is glorious. Especially because she’s the thirstiest character you’ve ever read. The pining is also magnificent, as well as the characterizations of the extended family. Molly Weasley takes the cake, and the little ritual she shows Rose is just empowering as all hell. And don’t even get me started on the fabulous one-liners in this fic. Just go read it, kids.

The Best Kept Secrets - @danni-the-puff

I’ve screamed about this fic incoherently in three separate posts, so this is my attempt at being a sane person. I hate Hinny with a passion (no judgement if it’s your ship, it’s just not mine). Yet I read this Hinny because I figured it wasn’t endgame. Though the writing had me doubting it at times, the journey that the characters go through in the process to endgame Snarry is beautifully handled. There’s so much growth, and so many tough lessons learned that only *one* character gets to profit off of lol (well maybe two... ) Also, I don’t read cheating in fics, it hurts my little heart. But this fucking fic was incredible. The cheating wasn’t gratuitous, it was handled in a way where you condemn it but it’s not bitter/sour if that makes sense. It’s a sad face instead of a gut-punch, which is what infidelity usually feels like for me. Anywayyyyy the emotional complexity in this fic is next level. It has so much heart, and it’s hot as fuck. Looking back, my heart feels so good at having met these characters and how things turned out for them. You walk away having fallen in love with them all and happy with where they landed. Highly highly highly recommend.

Extra Credit - Other Things I Read This Week Because I Enjoy The Anxiety of Working On a Deadline, Apparently

After (I’ll Never Let You Go) - @famoustruth

I don’t usually read T or G fics 😉, but the premise pulled me in and I fell in love. The characterization is spot-on, it’s so well written you can *see* it and *feel* it. Overall, it’s sweet like candy and you’ll love it.

Keep Swinging Your Bat My Way - @veelawings

Dron Call Me Daddy Fest entry by Veelawings. Need I say more? I’ve been waiting for some sort of post to go around about this fic on Tumblr so I can scream about it but I haven’t seen it. So here I am, being the change I want to see in the world. This fic is fire. Ron is fire. It’s less than 1K of locker room sex perfection that is v much worth your time. 

Crawl Back Into Your Open Arms - @academicdisasterfic​

Grab the tissues, y’all. This fic resonated with me on a visceral level as someone who fell for “projects” back in the day. (I just cringed typing that sentence) So Part 5 was just gorgeous to me, I just *ached* for Draco. There’s this sentence where he says he’s a bad person when he’s in love, and I felt that deep in my bones. I knew Rooney would give me that happy ending but still bawled my eyes out when I got it. There’s so much heart in this fic, can’t recommend it enough.

Look at all the coherent sentences I wrote!!!!! If you read this far, high five!!!! I’m gonna go do my hw now 😘 maybe