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bsdawgz · 20 days

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「 ✦ Behave ✦ 」 Bungo Stray Dogs, Armed Detective Agency: Atsushi Nakajima

a/n: (soft) dom!atsushi won the poll <3 thank u everyone for ur support on my fics! every like and esp follows + reblogs count sm and i rly luv when u interact wit me, send me msgs and stuff like that, it means sm to me that u enjoy my work :3 and idk if u will come back to read this anon but if u do, i hope u enjoy it <3

genre: da nasty

content warning: f!reader. MDNI! (soft) dom!atsushi. reader is a bit of a brat. bondage (handcuffs). fingering. orgasm denial. praise (lots of it). atsushi calls you "good girl." ;)

summary: it's about time atsushi taught you to follow the rules.

no one would ever expect it.

– of course not.

the ada's sweet, blushing jinko was rushing through his paperwork all day today, so eager to get to your apartment tonight. what could he say? he just wanted to see you so badly.

he wanted to see that cute, embarrassed face of yours.

he wanted to cuff your hands behind your back and fuck you –

kunikida, for example, would never expect it.

his coworker stopped him right in his tracks while he was halfway out the door, hitting him with that unanswerable question: "where could YOU possibly be off to in such a hurry?" just as soon as he was about to leave. all atsushi could do was clutch his phone to his chest anxiously and hope kunikida didn't have the slightest suspicion about the sort of things atsushi might enjoy doing on his days off.

someone like kunikida would never understand it – no one at the ada would, really.

atsushi isn't nearly as clever as dazai or ranpo, nor is he indispensable like yosano, or strong like kenji. the bedroom is the only place he doesn't have to be anyone but himself. he doesn't need to prove his usefulness to you – between the sheets, there is no power struggle. you submit to him completely. you want him to take control.

and he'll take it – he'll take it over and over again.

by the time he reaches your apartment, it's already night. your place is is small but cozy, tucked away in a neighborhood a train ride away from yokohama, somewhere where there's not as much violent crime. you're laying on the rug on your bedroom floor, wearing nothing but his shirt and your panties, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. that's just like you to pay him no mind – to ignore him and feign innocence after playing such a dirty trick, knowing that you were probably on his mind for hours before. as he sets his bag on the bedside table, you barely move to acknowledge him, instead pleasantly thinking about how worked up and annoyed he must be at your blatant display of nonchalance.

"oh, you're here."

you turn over on your back, glancing up at him. there's that sweet face of yours. you're batting your eyelashes up at him like you hadn't done a thing at all, and now your shirt is riding up your thighs and ruching up the sides of your stomach. you know every weakness of his and exactly how to play them to your advantage. he rolls his eyes, kneeling down beside you. "yeah, i'm here."

snatching your phone from your hand, he tosses it on the bed in annoyance, and the first thing he does is scold you. "that wasn't very nice, you know, sending those videos during work. kunikida could have saw."

a frown forming on your face at his frustration, you pout at him. "did you not like them?"

you're too good at convincing him to forgive you – as if he were ever mad at you in the first place. his expression softens at your disappointed voice. you beam as he relents, pulling you into his lap and playing with the strands of your hair. "of course i did," he mutters as you relax into his gentle touch. "i liked them too much.

– but you know it's against the rules to touch yourself like that without me."

of course –

breaking the rules always meant punishment – and you'd be lying if you said this wasn't exactly what you wanted in the first place.

getting up from his position, you wait patiently as atsushi shuffles through the box hidden under your bed for the pair of cuffs saved exactly for punishments. you hear the quiet clinking of metal behind you, then feel atsushi's hands smoothing down your shoulders. "do you remember your safe-word?" he asks, and you nod, repeating it back to him.

"that's my girl..." he murmurs. his voice is a honeyed whisper in your ear, thick with desire and dripping with such sweetness as you feel him begin to adjust the restraints around your wrists from behind you. "just tell me if you want to stop, okay?" the leather is smooth against your skin but worn and slightly frayed, the cuffs already fit perfectly to your wrists from using them on you nights before. your back arches as you feel him tug on the restraints to test them, honey already collecting between your thighs at the anticipation of being touched by him.

you hear the quiet click of metal as he hooks the cuffs together. "is it comfortable?" he asks, his voice as gentle as always, and you feel his fingers intertwine with yours lovingly. you nod obediently, then melt into his touch as his hands brush through your hair, as his lips travel down your neck and your shoulder in a series of delicate kisses that you sigh into. you ache to kiss him back, to run your fingers through his silver hair, but the restraints hold you in place. all you can do is turn your body to slightly face him and hope he gets the message that you want more, that you want him to kiss you again as you tip your chin toward him, as you lean into his touch behind you.

you feel his hands grasping your waist, just slightly toying with the hem of your shirt. "you'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" – and he's brushing the underside of his thumb across your lips, gazing expectantly into your innocent eyes. nothing there but complete devotion. you nod, then his fingers are reaching elsewhere – between your thighs – and you're trembling with desire as you feel them hook under the waistband and peel the garment between your legs. "you're so wet already.

don't worry. i'll take care of you."

his fingertips are rough, calloused from all the fights he's been in, but his nails are perfectly trimmed, and he knows just where to touch you. the reassurances he murmurs into your neck make you pliant, and you spread your legs wider for him as he runs his fingers along the side of your thigh, teasing you with gentle brushes while his other hand grabs the swell of your breast. "pretty baby," he coos, and you turn your cheek toward him to gaze into his longing eyes. "you should have just waited for me to come home."

slowly dipping inside of you, you watch as your arousal drips from his fingertips. "baby, you're so wet... look," he sighs, lips soft against your earlobe. he's right – you're soaking, and the evidence is all there, the thin string of wetness webbing between his fingers as he pulls them between your legs. you gasp softly, half from embarrassment of just how wet he's made you already, and the other half from the feeling of a second finger being eased inside of you. you feel him smile behind you, grasping your waist tighter, "you can take it, baby, just like you take me. just stretch a little more."

then, he pulls his fingers out of you, and you hear the slick sound of them slipping out of you so easily. "but you want me here most, right?" he teases, his voice a low whisper in your ear, and you feel those skillful fingers of his encircling your pulsing clit – the place that he knows always makes you moan the loudest – and you nod desperately, hips chasing after his touch as you feel his fingers move farther and farther away.

"not yet, baby. not yet" –

and you obey.

you whine for him, beg for him, plead for him,

until his fingers seek you once more, until he brings you to the edge only to snatch it away over and over again.

when he can't take more of your begging, he unclasps you from your restraints, kisses up your inner thigh, gazes into your eyes lovingly and showers you with endless praises. then, pulling you into his arms, he bends you over your pillow, runs his hands up and down your body like you're a doll before taking you over and over until you've had your fill –

"that's my good girl," he whispers, kissing up and down your spine. "now you know to behave, right?"

author ps: i didn't write about the aftercare, but any bdsm scene should always ALWAYS include aftercare. + ofc atsushi would give u the best aftercare ever <3

#BSDAWGZ #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd smut #atsushi smut #atsushi x reader #dom!atsushi #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs smut

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weepingchronicles · 1 month

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yandere azula x reader headcanons this could be read as either romantic or platonic, whatever you wish! tw: yandere, violence, mentions of death, torture, manipulative and controlling behavior, degradation (also maybe a smidge of yandere aang??)

when I say you are fucked if you have this girl yandere for you, you are FUCKED

you are one of the last remaining air nomads, except for aang who is unknown to the world right now and presumed dead

the troubling part is that you have no bending abilities, you were practically raised in the fire nation belonging to azula

you have no spirituality connecting you to your tribe because you know nothing about your culture thus making it hard for you to bend

fire lord ozai had gifted you to azula to keep as a pet basically, only after ensuring you were not the avatar.

growing up with azula has its moments..

azula treats you as bad as zuko, perhaps even worse. she regularly mocks your deceased parents and tribe and knowingly withholds info on your culture in order to keep you dependent on her

you're also not allowed to speak to anyone but azula or a higher rank person.

once ty lee tried to play a game with you since you're both naturally agile people, the outcome was your hair almost catching on fire

as a result, you grew up very fearful of azula but naïve of any outside influence.

the only bright side in your childhood was that you got to keep your life while your parents didn't, and that you somewhat live safely in the palace.

azula likes to keep you on a tight leash, metaphorically (although she wouldn't be against actually doing so-) she has you sleep in your obviously smaller room just across from hers

she doesn't worry about you ever escaping because she has engrained in you that it's impossible, and why bother when you have no family to turn back to, except her? where you get fed pretty well, have a good place to sleep, etc

of course she doesn't mention how she likes to torture you daily

most torture games with azula are psychological, she likes to see you be manipulated to her side and cry but knowing no one else can do that but her

but sometimes her games do get violent

one time she handcuffs your hand to a table, and plays pinfinger on you, enjoying your expression as she pretends to "slip up" and accidentally cut you.

she never majorly hurts you though, she doesn't want her pet to be broken!

you may be thinking that azula doesn't even care for reader! she sees her as only a pet

while that is half true, she cares for you probably more than her own father.

when aang hears one of his last remaining relatives is being held captive, he has no other choice but to save you

when you're greeted by a 12 year old boy who is claiming to be your family and the avatar, you are wary. azula has always said your family is dead, wiped out so how can this be?

it doesn't take much to convince you though after he says he can help you escape.

together you fly away on aang's glider, and for once you feel hope and freedom.

when azula finds out you've been taken by the avatar, she practically breaks

the only thing that stops her from breaking havoc across the nation, is her dad appointing her to capture the avatar

oh she'll capture him alright, and make sure no one puts their hands on you again.

#platonic yandere #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #atla #yandere atla #avatar the last airbender #yandere avatar the last airbender #yandere azula #princess azula #atla azula

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onyxbird · 10 months

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OK, turns out I'm not done way overanalyzing the hospital scene from "The Nigerian Job." But in the interests of not continuing to spam the poor stranger who touched off that conversation, I'll dump the new overanalysis into its own post. @trivalentlinks @wolves-in-the-world

As I've been thinking about this, I'm just fascinated by what the setup seems to imply about their choices here:

1. Nate and Hardison are both handcuffed to hospital beds--Nate unconscious, Hardison apparently only still on the bed because he doesn't know how get himself out of handcuffs.

2. Parker is free of her cuffs and pacing. (She gets handcuffed to the bed after feigning nausea to lure the doctors in.) Her dialog implies she has already formulated a plan for getting at least herself out (that will be ruined if Eliot kills someone).

3. Eliot is sitting in a chair, handcuffed to the arm. Going off of other Hollywood hospital scenes, I assume Eliot being in a chair reflects both being very minimally injured and some off-screen grifting on his part. He'd want to be cuffed to the relatively light-and-compact chair instead of a bed, since he could maneuver and fight without necessarily having to get the cuffs off first, which would be consistent with his assertion that "I can take these cops"--he's got an escape plan, too.

The dialog also indicates that 1) they have been in the hospital with Nate unconscious for at least 20 minutes (because that's how long ago they were fingerprinted) and 2) everyone else has been conscious since before getting brought to the hospital (Parker: "Cops and firemen got there just as we were waking up.").

So, all three of them sat there for at least 20 minutes waiting for Nate to wake up, knowing their time before their identities were uncovered was ticking away, and none of them just ditched the others and left.

Eliot and Parker both had exit plans that were plausible given their skills displayed in the rest of the series--Eliot almost certainly could have gotten the jump on the cops immediately guarding them, probably using the chair as a weapon, gotten the handcuff keys from them if necessary, and plowed his way through any remaining resistance; Parker could have found an openable window or a vent system or a route through a drop ceiling or something to sneak out. Eliot had even more of an advantage that his "roommate" was unconscious--Parker and Hardison wouldn't have known he was abandoning them until they heard him fighting the cops, and that would have been too late for them to ruin his plan by eliminating the element of surprise.

Like, part of me wants to say I'm probably reading too much into this--the writers needed the rest of them to still be there when Nate woke up or it would break the story... but that "problem" only exists because they chose to knock Nate out for 20+ minutes*. If the team was supposed to still be hostile and in every-man-for-himself mode, then all they would have had to do would be have Nate wake up with the others and them all start bickering as soon as the cops leave earshot.

They waited for Nate. The dialog didn't suggest that they were waiting for Nate to make the plan--maybe they wanted to make sure everyone made it out; maybe they just wanted to make sure Nate was OK, but either way they all stuck around for 20 minutes when it probably wasn't in their personal best interests in terms of escape and 2/3 had exit plans already. They may not trust each other yet, but they do seem to have decided to make sure everyone's accounted for before they split up.

*I'm going to ignore the fact that Nate probably has some serious brain injury if he was unconscious for 20+ minutes because Leverage clearly works on Hollywood harmless knock-out logic.

#the nigerian job #leverage #leverage overanalysis

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dairy-farmer · 12 days

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You know? Seeing all these Breeder Asks makes me want to give it a go >.>

You know what seems to be the Universe's version of the Oak tree? As in a Being both willing and able to breed with fuckin EVERYTHING? Humans. Know what's really REALLY Heroic? Saving a species from Extinction.

Too some? Lois Lane is legitimately a greater hero then her husband. She's the mother of the next generation of Kryptonians, a race that otherwise would have died with Clark.

It's? A big universe. Doesn't have to be an entire Race. The extinction of X planet. Y people. Last of their kind. How utterly hopeless they would feel. Unable to bring their people BACK. And THEN? This MIRACLE of a Race? Compatible dispite being from galaxies away?

You could SAVE YOUR PEOPLE.

They're your HERO.

One(1) space adventure gone funky. Suddenly young justice is... uuuuuuuh.... Space? In Space, definitely. Yep. Lots of stars. Very lost.

Fuck.

They're looking for a Lantern. Someone who could direct them home. Find The Last Scion of (unpronounceable)! Under heavy fire by the people who wiped his people out. The save him! Do a Heroics! Wooo!

Dock on his much bigger, but strangely empty ship. Tragic backstory: unlocked. Is Space Superman. He totally can help them find a Lantern though. Neat.

Everyone but Robin heads to bed. S.S. is tragically hot and has Cool Technology. They get talking. He eventually mentions, tragically, how he will never see his babies brooded. They just need to be incubated, huh? Couple weeks? Then get pushed out?

....you got a Machine to finish hatching um?

............hypothetically, HOW many are we talking here?

Because Robin? A hero. This guy is alone. Last of his kind. And... TECHNICALLY... Robin... COULD fix that. In the time frame they're talking. Technically. But he wants specifics.

And S.S.? Drops his god damned control pad in shock and heart breaking awe. Choked up hope at the impossible, dangled right in front of him. R-really? In a soft teary whisper. Fallen to his knees like Robin has offered him salvation in his despair, the terrible darkness of his life.

Well shit. Yeah, really. Now Robin DEFINITELY has to do it. He can handle it, probably. And it means EVERYTHING to this guy. Let's ball.

So before his teammates can, rightfully, talk him out of what's probably a stupid idea. He follows S.S. back to his quarters. Pulls his pants off. And loses his virginity to the most worshipful tentacle fucking known to man. Gets beads stuffed into him until he feels like he'll burst. Deep where they can't fall out, heavy and growing in his gut.

Pregnant.

It's... it's AMAZING. The new sensations. The way S.S. hovers and flutters around him like he's the most precious thing that's ever lived. Being treated like someone precious. The center of his world as his gut swells. Feeling everything shift and press. And when they come OUT?

Thick orbs, one after another. Feeling like they won't END. Grinding against everything good and popping out of his poor abused hole. He cums and cums. Feels so EMPTY once it's done.

Of course, his teammates are LIVID at S.S.. Won't let him NEAR Tim once the brood is out. Bundle him off to the Lantern and tattle. Meaning Tim has to sit in a Lantern health office before they can go home. But...

Tim learned something about himself.

Makes a note if it.

And eventually? Whoop! Weeee're in space again! Damn it. At least this merchant vessel is headed in the right direction, huh guys? Everyone makes new friends!

Tim meets another Last of Their Kind. Their babies are tiny masses of shape-shifting tentacles. Tim says Bet. Learns a lot about their culture, flat on his back, as the babies are Fed inside him via fucking. Births a healthy brood so hard he passes out from the pleasure. Last one has to wriggle its way free on their own.

Kon is gonna tear his hair out. Space is trying to Lewd his team mate. This is two for two! No space for Timmy!

Next time they get yeeted by Heroic Shenanigans into space? Him and Bart basicly handcuff themselves to Tim's side. No babies this time!

There are babies.

A birdman puts an egg in him. Tim feels like a Kiwi. Can't stop rubbing his swollen belly. Kon tries to rip the wings off said bird man and make him EAT THEM. Bart is busy stretching Tim so nothing tears when it's time to push. It feels like being fisted.

The Birdmans father takes responsibility for his grandchild AND child's seduction of Tim. Flys them back to earth on the condition Kon stop trying to kill his idiot son.

Young Justice holds an intervention. Tim you have a problem.

Tim does NOT. Tim has a KINK thank you very much!

THATS NOT BETTER. They argue.

No one believes them, when they try to warn others. The PRUDISH Bat child? Who are you trying to fool they scoff, time and again. Then others end up in Space with Tim. And when they come BACK?

They very much Believe Them Now(tm).

Tim is traumatizing the Heroic community and Saving dying Races Left And Right. Is a SAINT and CELEBRITY. There are Space Newsletters and lovingly penned reviews. 10/10 would fuck again. Fantastic surrogate and would Mate Up in an instant, if their teammates didn't try to kill me.

NONE of the other Bats are aware of this. No one wants to be the one to tell them.

Eventually, someone IS going to be saved by Superman in space, hear his story, go "oh that's so sad! But don't worry! We TOTALLY know how you can fix that! See there's this AMAZING guy on the planet Earth called-"

And it's going to be DELIGHTFUL~~☆

-🐼🐼🐼

😭😭😭😭😭 i'm dying at superman being in space, saving someone, spilling out his woes because bruce has put a cap on the amount of times he can bring up being the last of his kind a week, and getting told there's someone on earth that can birth the revival of his race and learns its TIM!!!

also the thought of tim's team almost pulling their hair out over the fact that their teammate keeps getting knocked up with alien babies! and they try their best to be vigilant but they can't be on every space mission. so they corner tim's team that he's being sent out with and they warn them "do NOT let him get pregnant out there again he keeps doing that shit thinking it'll be alright and won't STOP". and all other capes know about the strightlaced robin, the 'lets get down to business' robin and they don't really believe tim's friends. they think they're just exaggerating. but then tim is humming and round with some last of their kind alien following them around like a puppy because robin is pregnant, he's pregnant and how the FUCK are they going to explain to batman how badly they fucked up?

but it's fine. robin gives birth and they try to cope with their near heart attacks and they decide not to say shit about it because it worked out! until it doesn't because it keeps happening and they don't know how to stop it this kid keeps fucking and getting knocked up and giving birth to tentacle monsters and little eldritch horrors.

giving birth is like his default diplomatic strategy and they HATE that it works so well.

when clark comes back he's so awkward around tim because all he thinks about is the endless amount of stories he's been told about how he's a perfect little incubator and surrogate and how he heals well and gives birth to healthy broods.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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deathbxnny · 10 months

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YQ's Mother Requestor Anon here! I think you're already expecting some angst request so here's the currently first one! Mother!Reader almost gets assassinated because let's be honest, someone would dare try to harm Jing Yuan's reputation and who would be better than his pregnant partner? Don't worry though, Yanqing manages to apprehend the assassin and in turn Jing Yuan apprehends Yanqing for his own good bc the poor boy is FURIOUS and probably would unalive the assassin if let go...

And oh yeah, Reader and the baby survive!

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A/N: I absolutely love this idea, Anon! You're once more showing me how creative my dear followers are and I love it haha! Also sorry for the wait, you probably know how busy things are by now lol-

Content: Fluff, established relationships, mentions of pregnancy, failed assassination attempts, mentions of battles, Jing Yuan being a menace, hurt/comfort, turns into a crackfic by the end, sfw

Reader is reffered to as Yanqing's mother and is pregnant!

((Not fully proofread))

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You knew, that it was too risky to go out on your own. It's why Jing Yuan always had guards surrounding you at all times or at least keep Yanqing with you, whenever he had nothing better to do. You were not only the generals esteemed lover, but also carrying his child, which made you even more important than you already were.

But alas, you also wanted some time to yourself as well, which event led you to finally sneaking off, when no one was looking. You were quite proud of it too, as you giggled to yourself about your small victory. You knew, that you'd get in trouble once Jing Yuan finds out. But could he really blame you? You couldn't remember the last time you took a walk on your own and whilst you understood why, a nice break was also good at times. Even if it made you completely vulnerable to people, that wanted to rid you and your child from the world, in order to weaken the generals resolve.

An assassin attacked you out of nowhere, practically missing you by an inch, as you cried out in fear and stumbled back. He tried slashing at you again with a knife, relentless and heartless with his attacks, when he was blocked from doing so by some familiar swords. You gasped, turning your head to see your son, who was practically fuming in rage.

He had come back early today and quickly hunted you down, after he noticed you gone. He didn't want his mother and future sibling to get hurt after all. And to see someone trying to hurt them made him blind with rage. He took down the assassin quickly, practically threatening his own life now, when he was suddenly peeled off him by some panicking cloud knights. Jing Yuan helped you up with worry in his eyes, though you knew, that you'd get a scolding later.

As the assassin got apprehended and taken away, Yanqing was suddenly put into handcuffs as well. He was shocked and appalled by this, angrily asking his general what he was doing. The older man claimed that it was for his own good, lest he tries to rightfully kill the assassin himself. But at the little smug smirk on his mentor's face, Yanqing knew that he found the sight of him like this funny.

As he was dragged away cursing and screaming, you couldn't help but swoon over Jing Yuan coming to "help" you and your children, which however was cut off by a stern look from the man. He took you home swiftly afterwards and made a medic check up on you just in case.

As for Yanqing? It took suspiciously long for him to finally be released and when he was, Jing Yuan got a good kick to his knees, which brought him down long enough for the boy to run away with his own smug smirk.

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A/N: I genuinely hope that this is coherent, because the word exhausted doesn't even begin to describe how I'm feeling...

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr yanqing #hsr yanqing x reader #hsr

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 1 year

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"[jake] following the little rules so that no one notices you breaking the big ones." This might be a silly question but are you able to elaborate / give examples? I'm having trouble recalling this as a thing that happens, probably just because it's a concept that's never been on my radar when i've read the series.

One example that always stands out to me is how Jake introduces himself to the American military in #53:

"General Doubleday," I said. "My name is Jake." Three big, burly MP's were on me before I could yell. They knocked me onto my back, twisted me over on my face, and slapped handcuffs on me... "No, sir, I'm not," I grated with my cheek pressed hard onto a pencil and a crumpled map. "But chances are some of the people in this room are." ...I sighed. The MP's hustled me from the room, down a hallway to a bare, overlit room furnished with a chair and a sink and a cot and a steel door with a feeding slot in it. They threw me in, not at all gently. I was a prisoner. Three minutes later, I demorphed in front of General Doubleday again.

Just... the fact that Jake takes the time to learn the Sam Doubleday's name, and title, and then uses that or "sir" every time he addresses him. The way that he lets himself get dragged away three times, each time politely waiting to be tossed into a cell before he morphs back to dragonfly and heads back to the war room. And this is how Jake infiltrates the USAF to perform a military coup: he asks nicely, and doesn't take "no" for an answer.

We see Jake being careful to learn and use military titles in #46, in #18 and #52. It's also "Aunt Naomi" while he's asking her nicely to remain calm as he kidnaps her and her daughters (#49). It's "Commander Gonrod" while he's taking command away from Gonrod by force (#38). So on. Part of the reason he rejects titles is that he respects titles.

Same goes for how Jake, more than any of the others, moves missions so he can make family obligations (#11, #13, #27), remembers birthdays (MM1), compliments his parents' cooking (#16, #31), and cares more about hurting their feelings than getting in trouble (#4, #47). He tears his family apart in the end, but along the way he's almost never late for dinner.

And, if I can be more controversial: we see the same principle in how the Animorphs make decisions. Tobias notes it the most (because of course) but there are several times when Jake calling a vote or waiting for volunteers is more of a formality than anything: "Jake made a face I see too often... He hadn't wanted to single me out, make me go on what might be a suicidal mission. He'd waited till I could volunteer" (#33). Or "I didn't want to have to sit down and explain it all to them... Jake would wait and listen calmly, and would judge... I didn't want them to decide what I felt" (#23). Jake calls for votes on most decisions — but Jake always casts a vote, often first. And Jake knows that Marco and often Rachel support him no matter what, and he knows that Ax will abstain. So whatever Jake wants is usually how the vote ends up going, and that's not a coincidence. He's asking for input from the others, that much is real, but he's not likely to be talked out of making up his mind.

#animorphs #jake berenson #tiger mommy #animorphs spoilers #(kind of)

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dckweed · 2 years

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Hopper x f reader smut where hopper arrest the reader (maybe for speeding or something) and the reader seduces him and fucks him to get out of it. (Hopper uses handcuffs and degrades the reader)

ahh yes, thank you for re-asking i had the whole thing written and i was trying to change the gif bc i didn't like what i had and instead of deleting the gif i deleted the whole fucking post and didn't have it backed up.

anyways sorry this took so long but im definitely on my hopper shit today lmao ;)

warnings: MINORS DO NOT OPEN! please use condoms, this is for fictional pleasure only. public sex, use of handcuffs, slight degradation, a lot of hop doing some man handling bc let's face it, that's a man that knows how to handle shit. y'all are gonna die at the end.

"..PLEASE OFFICER, IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO?.." jim hopper x female!reader

you knew you were speeding okay, but it was a country back road that was generally the road less traveled and okay maybe you weren't really in such a rush that you needed to be doing eighty-five miles an hour in a fifty-five zone, but fuck you'd be lying to yourself if you said that you didn't want be caught right now.

It was that time of the day where you knew that your favorite police officer, infact the sexiest police officer would be patrolling the road, watching for people breaking the speed limits. It was generally kids that sped through here, and they were typically few and far between so you weren't worried about what would happen if someone potentially saw you if your plan actually worked.

And if someone did see? Who cares, they would probably be too intimidated to spread rumors around town anyway once they saw who was involved.

It wasn't more than a couple moments later when you rounded a bend in the road, and you could see his car just up ahead in a small roadside clearing. You smirked to yourself, pushing the pedal down farther, urging your sporty little two seater car to go faster. She doesn't disappoint and by the time you blow past him the speedometer says you're pushing one hundred and fifteen.

You cant help but grin to yourself, you glance behind you in the rear view mirror, he pulling out at top speed, the rear end swaying from the force of how hard he hit rhe gas pedal how fast it's trying to move. You see his lights flip on and you start to slow down, using your turn signal to let him know you were pulling off into a deserted part of the road, slowly coming to a stop.

You put your car in park, and roll down the window, turning off the ignition. You hear his door slam and can practically feel him stomping over to you, quickly you make sure you look okay.

"Do you know how fucking fast you were goin?" He asks, hands cocked in his hips, that half annoyed, half angry edge to his voice that just turns you on. You can't help but rub your thighs together at the sound as you look up at him, admiring the way his uniform clings tightly to his large biceps.

You look up at him, a coy smile on your red painted lips. You shrug, pushing your tits together and up in the process as you lean towards him, poking your head slightly out of the window. "I'm sorry, Chief," You say, giving him a small innocent pout. "she handles so smoothly I didn't realize how hard i was riding the pedal.." It was the honest truth, it really was that smooth of a ride. You wouldn't lie if there wasn't a hint of a sultry tone to your voice as you spoke, hoping that he would catch on to your flirting.

The man sighs, running his hand over his face, though you notice a change in his demeanor as he looks at you. "Step out of the car Miss," He says, beckoning you out and you try oh so hard to contain your excitement. You open the car door and swing your legs out, your high heeled feet hitting the ground as you push yourself to a stand position, straightening out the short skirt that ridden up just enough to let him know that you didn't have any panties on. You swear you hear him groan.

"Am i in trouble, sir?" You ask, leaning forward just enough to give him that sweet, sweet peek at your cleavage, ready to pop out of the too small blouse you wore.

"I'm afraid so," He says, stepping towards you, a serious look on his face as he brings out his ticket pad. He's in front of you now, his tall shadow overbearing you, you look up at him, head cocked to the side, your bottom lip caught ever so slightly between your teeth. "you've been a bit naughty, and naught girls get tickets, don't they?" His voice is husky, thick with the emotion of the moment and god does it turn you on farther.

You pout, reaching your hand out to give his bicep a light touch, bringing it to a nice squeeze as you speak. "Please, officer, is there anything I could do to get out of it?" You ask, again, allowing your tits to almost spill out of your shirt as you show them off, clenching your thighs together to get the least bit of friction you can in that moment, because fuck if Jim Hopper didn't get you going, you didn't know what did. "Anything at all?"

He sucks in a sharp breath as your hand starts trailing downward, your eyes following it. You can just make out the outline of his hard cock through his pants, and god it takes everything in you not to drop to your knees and suck him off right then and there.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back, miss," He says, voice low. "you're under arrest for being such a needy little whore that you're willing to fuck me to get out of a speeding ticket." He turns you around as he speaks, forcing you to bend down over the trunk of your car as you hear his handcuffs. Within moments they're around you, his stiff cock pressing against you from inside of his pants as he uses his pelvis to keep your in place, his hands going to pat you down as he tightens the cuffs. His hands linger in certain places, squeezing your hips gently before making their way up and around to your front, gripping your shirt and pulling it down to expose your tits, you hiss as your nipples hit the cool surface of your car.

"Fuck, if you be a good little whore, maybe ill give you what you want, okay?" He says and you already being putty in his large hands just nod vigorously. He chuckles, his hand going to your ass, squeezing nice and tight before giving it a rough slap, the skirt having rode up all the way in this position. You feel him press harder against you and you can't help the moan that escapes, or the way that you press right back against him, begging him to do something at this point.

"Tell me what you want, naughty girl," You hear him say as he loosens his zipper just enough to pull his cock out. You feel it hit your ass cheek and just barely ghost over your glistening pussy that's just out there for the world to see, waiting for him. "you want your chief to fuck the bad right out of you, hm? Right here on the side of the road over the back of your car like the whore you fucking are?"

You moan loudly, moving your ass around, trying to touch him with your pussy. He lands a harsh blow to the skin, leaving you stinging but still begging for more. "Fuck, Chief, yes I want you to fuck me right here, just like this.. please.." You say, knowing that that was what he was waiting for.

"Well, if you think it will help." You hear him say before pushing himself inside of you, you take him all the way to the base in one go, both of you moaning at the sensation. You were so wet it was dripping down your legs at this point, and fuck if you weren't already in the edge of cuming. You would never understand how he could do this to you, but fuck you loved it. "Fuck, pussy so fucking tight for me, my own personal whore, huh?"

You nod, a moan coming out as he starts moving, a steady, sharp pace coming out. "Fuck, fuck.." You chant out, feeling your car rocking back and forth under the two of you, you moan loudly as he shifts you ever so slightly and you feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix, he keeps you there, moving to more punishing pace as he continues to hit that spot, you can't even moan at this point everything is coming out in short, shaking breaths.

You try to move your hands, reaching for any part of him that you can touch but he pushes them back down, grabbing a handful of your ass at the same time. "Bad girls don't get to fucking touch!" He growls into your ear. "I can feel how fucking tight you are around me, such a hungry little whore you can't even hold out for me huh? Gonna cum right now on my fucking cock aren't you?"

"oh..sh-ahut-fuck.." You manage to grunt out, half of it inaudible and broken up by each thrust into your already over stimulated pussy but fuck it felt good, your orgasm washed over you within seconds and you felt your self clench around him so tight that you heard him give a loud groan, his hips stuttering as he cums without meaning to, your pussy squeezing it out of him, milking him as he thrust slowly into you. "Such a fucking whore that you milked my fucking cock..good fucking girl.." You hear him say, breathless as he gives one last slap to your ass, squeezing once more before pulling out of you.

He helps you stand with a chuckle after he zips his cock back into his pants. "That was.. spontaneous of you, love." He says, kissing your neck and shoulder before kissing your lips. "Holy shit I don't think you've made me cum like that before."

You laugh, turning around to face him as he takes off the cuffs. "Well, Chief, guess we know what we're doing tonight huh?" You tease, stuffing your boobs back into your top. You lean up to give him a kiss. "I'll see you at dinner, don't be late!" You say, he gives you one last kiss and another squeeze to the ass before watching you get back into your car and drive off, obeying the speed limits this time. You didn't think you could handle another round like that this quickly.

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A New Enemy Has Entered The Arena

The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping | Cont'd from Part 6

Content: disabled whumpee, trans whumpee, tied up/handcuffs, (brief) dissociation, noncon partial undressing, noncon touch, attempted noncon

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Except from: The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping; a self-help guide for villains and bounty-hunters Dr. Vaughn Verhulst

["Make them fear the wrath of god, then remind them the only god they should fear is you."]

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“So, this is the capture, huh?” The new voice drawled. Despite the exhaustion and the agony lacing throughout every part of his body, Stan's managed a look up at the new situation. Directly into a pair of steel blue eyes that made his breath stutter. “Not much to look at, huh?”

Stan scooted backward, but Deeby seemed to beat him to the same idea, stepping in front of the man and completely blocking him from view.

“There's no way you're the one doing the pickup. What are you doing here?”

The new man tried to side-step Deeby. “Don't worry, I'm not trying to interrupt your smooch-fest, just wanna make sure you aren't breaking our new toy–”

Deeby stepped in front of the man again, the man barely stopping short of crashing directly into him, just long enough for Stan to gather his scattered bearings and realize there was a new person here and all the distinct possibilities of what that meant for him.

And suddenly he felt lightheaded again.

“Dude…”

“What.” Deeby insisted slowly. “Are you doing here?”

This new guy… honestly, not much to look at himself, from what Stan saw. He couldn't have been too much older than Stan, fluffy light brown hair, an accent he couldn't quite place, but… probably European? He also wasn't wearing any sort of mask or anything to hide his face, which was only vaguely concerning, Stan decided to believe. Not to mention, this new guy had been wearing a knit sweater vest? It looked soft. Stan almost had to remind himself that the guy must be a threat, just like Deeby, or why would he even be here?

He just looked so corporate.

“I told you, checking on the capture, getting some intel. Making sure you didn't crap up the very simple plan, or kill him. It’s a real concern with you, I'm sure you understand.”

The man tried to side-step Deeby once again, and once again the mercenary blocked him. Stan started to scoot back away from the two, his ankle chain softly clanking as it dragged across the floor. Whatever was going on between them, he wanted no part of it.

“He's secure. And alive. Not fatally wounded, and will continue to stay that way.” Deeby stated. “You can leave now.”

Sweater-vest ventured an exaggerated glance over Deeby's shoulder, just barely giving Stan another view of his steel-colored eyes. Something about them made his heart skip a beat.

“You sure about that, big man? Kid doesn't seem to be doing so hot.

“Yup.” Deeby didn't even entertain a glance back. “Buh-bye now.”

Stan could practically hear the eye-roll that accompanied the groan that Sweater-vest let out. “Well excuse me for not trusting you as far as I can throw you. Look, I'm not just here to mess with you, I'm here on Lana's orders. She wants you to call her.”

Stan stopped scooting dead, an icy coldness surging through his chest, a sudden darkness swirling around his head. Lana. That sounded like a real name. Why was this man using real names? Deeby didn't use a real name, he was very dead set on that! Why was this new man using real names?! Real names were bad why was he using real names–?!

Deeby also stiffened at the name. He hand clenched for just a fraction of a second. Then he shook his head and brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Why didn't she just call me instead of sending your sorry ass to deliver the message?” Deeby finally seemed to settle on.

Sweater-vest's eyes flicked over Deeby, up and down, before an unnerving grin spread across his face. “I know something you don't know~” he sang slowly, like some sort of horror movie villain.

“You planning on telling me? Or you just gonna stand there like a skin-walker.” Deeby look just about ready to blow.

“Soon as I verify the little super lives up to our wildest hopes and dreams.”

“Y’know, technically we’re supposed to be on the same side.”

The man sidestepped Deeby one last time, and this time, the mercenary just let him pass by. Stan shrank back as the piercing gaze of Sweater-vest appraised him, looking him up and down as he slowly walked closer.

“A bit worse for wear, no?” Sweater-vest noted, almost to himself.

“Yeah, little shit tried to escape. Got pretty far too, he's stronger than I thought. Got me right–” Then he noticed Stan had backed up halfway across the room instead of stayingin place on the floor right behind him. And sighed. “Kinda a wuss though…”

“Die.” Stan growled, scowling at the mercenary even as he clutched his knees to his chest.

“Oooooh” Sweater-vest cooed, and Stan nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized how close the man had gotten to him. “Feisty little guy, huh?”

Stan kicked out at him and skittered back, only to realize he was almost out of room to skitter. So he reluctantly stood his ground. Well, sat his ground. “Get away from me!”

“He's mostly talk,” Deeby called again. “Mostly…”

Stan barely even registered what Deeby said. His vision completely tunneled on Sweater-vest as he slowly advanced on Stan, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Dang, Dick Biscuits, you really got a handle of him, don’t you?” Sweater-vest's eyes never once left Stan's. “Leashed and collared, like a little puppy dog… “

Stans cheeks turned a bright red. He glared at the man as hard as he could, jaw clenched so hard it could have broken, because honestly, how dare he?!

Deeby sighed, like he'd rather be anywhere but where he was now. Stan could relate.

“Yeah… It's necessary.”

“Oh, I agree wholeheartedly.”

The man crouched directly in front of the trembling Stan. “Hi,” he said softly, disarmingly, giving Stan just the slightest tilt of the head. “My name's Vaughn, its–”

“Christ man, would you cut it out with the names!” Deeby yelled, causing the both of the smaller men to jump as he marched over. Stan reflexively curled up into a little ball, gut swirling with a new and terrifying form of dread and suddenly very aware of his restraints once more, while Sweater-vest–... Vaughn… sprung up to face down Deeby.

As much as Stan was absolutely terrified of Deeby, he had to admit he agreed with the bounty hunter on this one. The way Sweater-vest threw out names like that felt… Dangerous. On a visceral level. He hugged his legs closer to his chest.

“Why?” Sweater-vest taunted. “It's not like he's gonna live to tell anyone.”

“Nothing's ever 100% with these things,” he growled. “Unless you want to get fifty to life here as well. You'd be doing me a huge favor, honestly, and bring Lana down with you while you’re at it. But leave me out of it.”

Sweater-vest hummed, considering. Glanced Deeby up and down. Then scoffed. “Don't you have an important phone call to get to, Deeby? I’d hate to have to tell Lana that her least favorite ex disobeyed her direct orders and needs to be dealt with.”

The mercenary stared down Sweater-vest. The intensity of it almost entranced Stan, it seemed to go on for an eternity. Then, finally, Deeby let out a small grunt, and took a slow, deep breath.

“Stan!” he yelled. Stan nearly yelped. “If he tries anything, kill him, he deserves it. And you.” he turned his attention right back to Sweater-vest before Stan could stutter out some sort of question or affirmation. “Don't fuck with him.”

“Aw, so protective, falling in love already?”

“I'll be back in a few, don't try anything!” He yelled as he made his way toward the door. Then, only slightly under his breath, “Pinche pendejo.”

The smile on Sweater-vest's face immediately dropped and he whirled around.

“Krijg de tering, vuile teringleier!”

The door slammed shut, the crack of metal against metal deafening in the sudden silence. And they were alone. Together.

Stan stared at the floor and clenched his fists, trying to calm his racing nerves. Did his best to keep his breathing even. Be still, not show weakness while also not challenging the man he was now alone with. He never thought he would ever actually miss Deeby's presence. But here they were.

“Brute.” Sweater-vest seethed under his breath as he sauntered back over to Stan. “Should've just put him out of his misery years ago, swear to God.”

Then his demeanor completely shifted once more as he stood over Stan. More professional, more cold, more demanding.

“Anyway, stand up, let me get a look at you.”

“Are you ‘The Guy?’” Stan blurted out before he had time to even realize he was doing it. Anything to break the sudden unbearable tension.

Sweater-vest tilted his head with a raised eyebrow and a small laugh. “The Guy?”

“Yeah…” Wow, suddenly he wished he never said anything. “The uh, the guy. You know the guy…” Stan's voice wavered as the man scrunch his nose at him. As if Stan was speaking an entirely different language. “Like. Like the guy. The guy who, uh, who…”

He took a deep breath, and blurted out “The boss guy who had me kidnapped!”

A brief pause. The man stared at him.

“No,” he snorted. “No, I'm not ‘the guy’, as you so eloquently put it. And your ‘guy’ is actually a lady, the lovely Ms. Lana who I mentioned earlier. And I'm Dr. Vaughn Verhulst, you can call me Vaughn. Pleasure to meet you.”

Stan shrank into himself slightly. “Oh…”

Again with the names. They made his skin crawl, like tiny ants crawling up and down his arms. The full name this time too, Dr. Verhulst. And Lana. Where had he heard that name before? Lana...

Stan didn't have time to ponder the question, though, as the man surged forward and reached down toward Stan's vulnerable neck, and Stan screeched and jolted back trying to get away.

But the man was surprisingly fast for a guy who could be mistaken for an office drone.

“Alright now, stand up.”

Then suddenly Stan was choking as the two fingers looped under his collar and dragged him upward, squeezing Stan's windpipe fully shut with Stan gasping and clutching at the collar trying to free himself and allow his body the sweet air it so desperately begged for the whole short distance up. And when he was finally standing and the collar loosened just slightly, Stan coughed and wheezed and tried to double over on himself to lessen the pain, if only the man wasn't still holding him straight up by the collar. He finally managed to get his own fingers under the collar just enough to pull it away from flush against his throat, his body shifting from world-shaking coughs and gasps for air to shuddering wheezes and shivers, and only then did he realize that Vaughn’s other hand wasn't just sitting idly by. No, instead it settled on his arms and ribcage, pressing into the tender bruised flesh that marred his entire body.

He felt a sudden sharp pain at his side and twitched away from it, only for a steadying hand to fall on straight onto another bruise on his waist and press in, clutch at it, holding him in place and sending jolts throughout his entire body that made him dizzy. All the breath left his body. He froze.

“What– What're you–?... Stop, let go…” It felt almost taboo to break the sudden stillness. He tried to pull away, but the grip on his collar just tightened, knuckles pressing harder into his neck as Sweater-vest continued to press into his side.

“Shhhhhh, dropje. Just let me do my work.”

“Your work?...” The hand pressed into his broken rib, and Stan yelped out and shoved the offending hand away from the tender area.

“STOP! Stop touching me! Stop!” Stan cried. This was too much. What was even happening here?

Vaughn's dark gaze fixed on the place that had made Stan cry out, calculating, jaw set. Stan withdrew into himself sightly before he remembered himself, and stared defiantly right back. Then the gaze drifted slightly lower, softening with an almost mischievous smile and a low hum before he finally, finally, looked Stan square in the eyes.

“Take your shirt off.”

Stan's heart turned to ice.

“WHAT?! No! You’re insane!”

Stan managed to rip free of his grip and launch backwards, only for his back to slam directly into the wall. Damn it. He saw stars, and the world rocked around him.

He pressed into it regardless, held his cuffed hands up in front of his torso as some sort of measly defense. “Get– Get away from me! I'm not taking my shirt off! You're crazy, get away!”

He scowled, then reached into his pocket with a deep sigh. A glint of steel gleamed in the light as Vaughn pull out a pair of very sharp-looking scissors and waved them lazily at Stan's chest.

“You are.” Sweater-vest stated simply. “I'm a doctor, dropje, I have to take a look at your body, make sure that ass didn't leave any lasting damage. You worry too much.”

Sweater-vest suddenly went to reach around his arms and get at the top button of his shirt, and Stan slapped them away, earning himself a glare from the man as he stepped closer once more and boxed him in completely.

“Stan… Schatje…” he spoke lowly, voice sickeningly sweet. The scissors drifted so close to his throat. “I'm going to make this so simple for you, yeah? I'm cutting your shirt off now. If you make things difficult, then your shirt won't be the only thing cut, got it?”

Stan squeezed his eyes shut and tried to become so small. Small enough that the threat wouldn't see him anymore and he could run away and never have to deal with it again. This was insane. This was insane, right? This guy was insane!

“No, no, no, no, no, don't, get away from me, get away from me.” He tried to inject as much hissing venom as possible into the words, but they still didn't come out much above a squeaking, shaky whisper.

Vaughn reached for his top button, and though Stan pressed into the wall as much as he could, arms up and ready to strike at any moment, this time his fingers weren't stopped from undoing the top button. Then continuing down from there. Then he gently grabbed Stan's wrists and moved them downward and continued unfastening, all the way down until the front of his shirt was completely open, the cool air giving Stan goosebumps.

“Oh.” Vaughn said, almost to himself, running his finger over the strap of Stan's chest binder. “I didn't realize you were transgender, Stan.”

The swirling mass of thoughts in Stan’s head finally meet the one overwhelming his gut and crashing down upon him, breaking the fragile spell keeping him paralyzed.

“DEEBY! HELP!!” Stan cried out, loud as he possibly could. As if Deeby would ever help him. As if he would save him. All Stan knew was that in that very moment, he would prefer the physically abusive mercenary a hundred times over this guy, the guy who looked at him like a lion at an antelope, the man who feigned kindness, whose smile seemed just a bit too perfect, who made weird cryptic comments and who threw names around as if it didn't matter whether or not Stan knew them. As if Stan would never live to escape. As if the horrors Stan would endure were cursed to echo the walls in which they occurred, never to be heard by another soul.

“Oh calm down, Stanny, he's not going to come save you.” Vaughn dismissed, quickly pulling down the sleeve of his shirt and cutting it open down the seam, the quick repetitive snip snip snip of the scissors filling the room completely. Stan's weak attempts to slap away the scissors or otherwise stop his disrobing were all but brushed off by the ‘doctor.’ A quick but very intentional blade to the neck was all he needed to freeze Stan up and allow him to continue.

Very soon, Vaughn had the shredded fabric that used to make up Stan's shirt sprawled across the floor at their feet. Stan didn't even feel the coolness of the room goosebumping his skin anymore, not with the burning red in his cheeks and the again wandering hands of Sweater-vest to keep him unbearably warm.

He could scarcely breathe. His brain started to feel farther and farther away from his body. His hair was standing on end, shivers running throughout his entire body making him twitch. And he wondered if he should even put in the effort to ground himself. Maybe it would be easier if he was far, far away for all of this anyway.

“It's not like I care, Stan. It doesn't matter to me. I'll even let you keep your chest binder thing on, if that’d make you more comfortable... Hey.”

He snapped a few times in front of Stan's eyes, and Stan despairingly snapped back to reality. So close too. Just for Sweater-vest to smile his weird creepy smile at him. There was no way to misconstrue the malicious gleam in his eyes, the one that made Stan's own eyes go wide and his breath halt entirely as he stared into them. His other hand was on Stan's back now. He was practically holding Stan in a facsimile of a hug. Pressing in his lower back. Lower. Just a bit too low for comfort.

“I'm serious, I can work with that,” he reassured, hand now dipping under Stan's waistband, and before Stan could react, he pulled the captive in close to him, pressing his pelvis securely into Stan's lower stomach while brushing to closed blades of the scissors along Stan's jawline and up his cheek. “It's not what I was expecting, but it doesn't change what I'm going to do to you.”

And that's when Stan pulled back and punched him square in the jaw.

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Day Three: Skillful Dirtbag!Lorne (This was borne from a conversation on Discord with @trainofcommand that they no doubt don't remember - but this is dedicated to them. Enjoy!)

Evan was enjoying this way too much. The cop - Sheppard, he'd introduced himself as - and the dude in the corner who remained nameless getting more and more frustrated with each question that remained unanswered.

I mean, Evan thought, inwardly smirking, why did these fuckers deserve answers anyway?

"This isn't your first time in here, Lorne. Just spill why you were hanging around the building and we may let off with a light moment with the fellas at county." Sheppard was pissed, spreading his hands across the steel table and almost growling.

In another world, Evan would find it hot - hell, he did find it hot, but repressed, stubble-ravaged men were always worth a good time - and he smiles, bright like a diamond towards the dude in the corner.

"He looks like a Man in Black, he'd probably know."

"You were in a secured area, Mr. Lorne. Caught on the cameras trying to break into a restricted facility. That's a federal offence." The Man in Black spoke, moving forward from the wall and into the light. He's not an ugly man but not a hugely handsome one either, but he's got a gravitas about him that even Evan can't deny as being attractive.

Evan laughs. "My, my, two hot men interrogating me? What did I do to deserve such a wonderful Saturday night? This is better than sucking some dude off in an alley - which, I might add, is something I do skilfully."

"And we needed that information, why?" sighed Sheppard, moving back from the table to begin pacing. Got him now, Evan thinks, and he rolls his back into the uncomfortable chair.

"This would be kinkier with handcuffs, guys."

"Answer the questions and I'm sure we can assure you're someone's bitch in county."

"Now, now, Mysterious Man," Evan tsked, wide-eyed and faux shocked, "is that anyway for a government man to speak?"

"Answer the fucking question!" The bang on the table from Sheppard's hands doesn't even cause Evan to shrink. This ain't my first rodeo, and he leans even further back into the chair.

"What are you guys hiding in that place, anyway?"

"Need to know."

"I need to know, so -" Evan spread his hands in a shrug. "go ahead and I might tell you who hired me to go sniffin'."

"This is fruitless, Sheppard," the Man in Black sighed, visibly frustrated finally and Evan feels a spike of nasty glee. "Just - he's good, real good, but I don't know about sending him through."

"He's a fucking scumbag of a criminal," Sheppard sneers, pacing resuming. "Do you want that on your -"

"Need to know, Sheppard, and he hasn't earned it yet."

Ah, so there was something hinky about that place, Evan thinks, pondering, churning - something that could pay big if he played his cards right, and for once, he smiles at a cop genuinely.

"I'll tell you what. I'll fuck you if you fuck me, capisce? Gimme what I want if I give you what, tit for tat and all that -" he waves his hands - "bullshit".

Sheppard and the Man in Black exchange looks. "He is skilled in…well, he'd be a good way of infiltrating some of our more frustrating areas," the Man in Black hedges.

Sheppard smiles, and Evan feels a shock of something at the bared teeth. "Let's hope you're ready, princess."

"Oh, I am, Detective Sheppard. I'm always ready."

#audiolettertober fic #stargate atlantis #evan lorne #sga vegas #vegasverse #dirtbag!lorne is so fun to write #(I'm StrangerClegane ana on the server btw LMAO awkward tagging a person out of the blue hiiiiiiii)#and yes i listened to sisters of mercy while writing

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claudemblems · 9 months

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Could you do a Reno X reader where the reader is like a law breaker

Sure, I can do that! A reminder that I've only played Final Fantasy VII Remake so that's all I have to go off of haha

Also to anyone reading, I'm not taking requests, but I decided to go ahead and write this one. Please be sure to read my pinned for further updates! Hope you enjoy 💖

Partners in Crime | Reno - Final Fantasy VII Remake

You break the law, and Reno enforces it. There's absolutely nothing strange about this picture, is there?

If it were anyone else, Reno would have had the culprit in handcuffs by now, resorting to some helpful "negotiation" tactics to extract information out of them.

Lucky for you, you're Reno's lover, and that also means you have the protection of the Turks. As long as you don't try to pull a fast one on Shinra, Reno can just pretend you don't have a warrant out for your arrest...

Is it a good look for Shinra to have a criminal involved with them? Maybe not, but they've participated in much worse, so just be glad you're not on their watchlist.

However, that doesn't mean Tseng won't keep a watchful eye on you. Many times he's urged Reno to reconsider who he "seduces", but it's a lost cause. Reno dates whoever he wants. If other people don't like it, that's their problem.

He also has to admit, he quite likes the thrill of the chase. Literally, in this sense. He's had to help you escape from crops and other criminals more times than he can count. But his aggravation eventually gives way to excitement. What are they gonna do, attempt to lock up one of the Turks? He'd like to see them try!

It's a familiar scene: you and Reno speeding away from a clearly angry gang on a motorcycle--one of theirs that you stole, of course. You'd been up in arms with their leader who had kept ruining potential money-making opportunities for you. So, to get revenge, you'd ripped his favorite hundred thousand dollar watch right off his hand, stealing his personalized bike for good measure.

"You're insane," Reno sneered, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep himself steady. "When I agreed to go with you to 'settle some business,' I didn't think that meant making enemies with a well-known crime lord!"

"I just surprise you every day, huh?" you grinned, revving the bike for good measure. "That's why you cant get enough of me."

"Maybe I could stand to get a little less of you," he mumbled, but you felt his body shift closer to yours. "What you're doing is incredibly dangerous. I hope that realization hasn't escaped your head."

"But isn't your work dangerous, too? What's the difference?"

"I...I know what I'm doing. I can handle my work."

"Are you saying I can't handle things on my own?"

"No, that's not--! Look, would you listen to me the one time I'm trying to snap some sense into you? You could get killed out here. Shinra may have your back, but the rest of Midgar doesn't."

You went quiet for a moment, contemplating his words. If he wasn't in such a bad mood, you would have kept teasing him. But clearly he was worried--worried about you. And you knew better than to take Reno of the Turk's concern for granted.

"I'll be safe," you promised, turning your head to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "We still have lots of dates to go on, so I should probably make it out of here in one piece, right?"

"Hah, finally you're starting to sound reasonable." He pushed himself closer against your back, letting his breath hit your ear. "What would I do if my darling wasn't able to kiss me goodnight anymore?"

Your face flushed at his words, hands struggling to keep a steady grip on the handlebars. "Now is not the right time to flirt with me, darling."

"Hmph. Maybe it'll teach you a good lesson. If you'd listen to me more, you might get rewarded for it."

A yelp escaped Reno's throat as you did a quick wheelie with the bike, and you laughed knowing he must have glaring at the back of your head.

"Disobedience doesn't get rewarded."

"Maybe not, but perhaps I'd like the punishment better."

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starwalker03 · 4 months

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If it’s not a spoiler, how would the WMLP cast react if the Justice League tried to arrest them? Separately as individuals not as a group.

haha emotionally!

Wally would be expecting it. he'd probably cry and have a panic attack but he'd expect it. he thinks he deserves it. if it was anyone but Barry he'd go quietly but be a little cold and angry because like he just wants to stay with Dick and try and fix himself and this would not be helping. if it was Barry tho he'd probably just start apologising for everything and otherwise go quietly.

Artemis would be absolutely pissed. it's the biggest annoyane and the heroes are just getting in her way and she has more important things to worry about. also so do they, like she can't really be that high on the priority list come on! she starts swearing at whoever is arresting her but she won't fully try to escape because that's just gonna cause even more trouble, y'know? but she'll try and remove handcuffs or anything and just stand there yelling at them to piss off.

The thing with M'Gaan is she wouldn't be arrested as herself but under a persona. so she'd just start acting. might even flirt with whatever hero it is to get out o fit. if it was in a situation where she can reveal her powers she'd just blast through their brains as a means of knocking them unconscious (but not like. the full brain blast that leaves people catatonic). she'd be the least emotional probably, she's mostly just dealing with the turmoil of "why am I trying to escape when that just means going back to Bee?" and then the following spiral of "who am I now and why have I allowed myself to become this? Is this what I want?"

Kaldur would have a panic attack. like. very simply that's what's happening because there'd be so many thoughts and emotions all at once that his brain would just shut down. so either it overwhelms him or alternatively he completely dissociates and that's almost worse because he's just watching everything happen around him unable to do anything because his mind fogs over. and then he panics about whether he can control his magic. he wouldn't think he deserves it like Wally does, but he wouldn't exactly fight it. He's been a prisoner for ten years already so what's the difference, y'know?

Conner is a bit similar to Wally in that he thinks he deserves it and would still be upset about it. I think whetehr or not he actually cried would depend on who was arresting him and how they were doing it. But he'd go along with it. He'd just spend hours asking to see Clark and hoping beyond anything that he could fix things. I think mostly he'd get upset if there were cameras. he'd be pissed about that. he doesn't want recordings of it all over the internet and he definitely doesn't want to run the risk that that's how Clark, Lois or anyone else he cares about finds out.

Dick is the same reaction as Artemis dialed to a thousand. absolute anger. the difference is as soon as he breaks out he'd bolting. he refuses to let them catch him, they're gonna have to claw him down kicking and screaming. he is swearing and screaming and punching and kicking and it doesn't matter who it is. they're getting a boot to the chest.

#dc comics #fanfiction #dick grayson #young justice #with morality like a polynomial #wmlp #angst #wally west #conner kent #artemis crock #m'gann m'orzz #kaldur'ahm

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okay but i'm SO into the idea of the corinthian showing up in 1989 and having fun with his maker's poor sad little kicked puppy of a human. or hey, showing up sometime after 1889 when hob's still hurting over dream storming out! i absolutely think they should have sex, the more fucked up the better, but also. also. imagine if hob wakes up the next morning to find himself locked into a cock cage, if not a more elaborate belt. the corinthian's still there, because he didn't want to miss hob waking up and realizing what's happened. hob's cuffed to the bed -- just to make sure he doesn't get any ideas when he wakes up -- but those the corinthian's going to leave the keys for. a little work and a little contortion and hob should be able to get himself out no problem.

the cage, though. he explains that the cage is magic, hob isn't going to be able to pick the lock or break it or anything like that, it'll only open when the corinthian wants it open. he's got stuff to do, but he'll come by every once in a while to play with his pretty new toy. and if hob's very, very good, maybe he'll be allowed to come.

he never lets hob come. he shows up every few years, drags hob off somewhere, fucks him for a few days straight, and leaves again. and hob could get himself free if he really wanted to -- it wouldn't be fun, but he knows by now that he can heal from anything, he could get the cage off if he really wanted. but he just... doesn't. he likes being owned. and yeah, maybe he's latching on to a new constant now that he's lost his stranger. but he thinks so much about the next time the corinthian's going to show up, spends so many nights fucking himself on whatever he can while he thinks about what the corinthian might do to him the next time he comes by, and he's that much more turned on by the way his poor caged cock aches and leaks helplessly.

the corinthian teases him plenty about what a fucked up little slut he is for liking this as much as he does. but it's clear to hob that the corinthian's getting fond of him, he's a little sweeter to hob every time he comes by -- at least, when he's not fucking hob dry to make him scream properly.

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Asdfgjl once again the long term chastity has me by the throat <333

Cori is so mean, but deep down, he knows that Hob wants this. To be owned, marked and possessed by someone more powerful than himself. For the Corinthian, looking at Hob is like looking in a mirror.

And Hob knows it's fucked up, but he likes it. Likes that he has to be a good, chaste little toy until master gets back. And Cori likes his toy to be willing, so he's happy to give Hob an incentive or two. Kisses and cuddles, long drawn out massages that hurt so good and probably break a rib or two, maybe even a fancy dinner.

They're not dating. No way! Cori is torturing this pathetic immortal man (consensually). So what if Hob moans so sweetly, calls him master and daddy and darling, and once or twice, love. It’s all good fun.

So what if Hob buys himself a pair of handcuffs that match his cage, and chains himself up while he rides a dildo and imagines that it's Cori inside him. It's stress relief. Nothing more.

The Corinthian keeps telling himself that this is the last time. He'll leave Hob locked up abs alone forever, after this time. Just. One more night with Hob in his lap, in his bed, on his cock.

Sure, Cori. Just one more.

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #hobrinthian #nsft

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"Come back to bed."

Hey Navy! Thank you for the request/inspiration! I decided to situate this in the Normal universe, cause I love that fic, and Steve being all cute and domestic for once. So here’s Steve and Reader waking up together. Also this is another classic case of: "Shit, this was meant to be a drabble!" People probably don't have to have read Normal to understand this cause it's not a huge impact on the story, but here's a link anyway.

Decided to call this little fic Early Morning, aka: Reader realises how much she loves waking up beside Steve Kemp.

As dawn breaks over the forest, the world is peaceful. In the cabin, Y/N and Steve lay in bed together, fast asleep. All the excitement, pain, and fear of the past few days are gone, and everything is serene. Instinctively, Steve scoots closer to Y/N, his arm wrapping around her waist protectively. Or perhaps the reason why Steve wants to be so close to her is because he wants to make up for lost time and show her how much he loves her, even while she sleeps.

The pair continue to sleep for a little while longer, until the sound of birds chirping cuts through Y/N's sleep, and she wakes up with a groan. Stupid birds. She turns around, a whispered “Good morning!” leaving her lips. Once she realises that Steve is still asleep beside her, she quickly shuts her mouth. Y/N stares over at Steve as the sunlight illuminates his body, and a smile crosses her lips. This is only the third day that she's woken up beside Steve Kemp, and already, she's sure that it’s one of her favourite things in the entire world. There are no prison officers and no asshole coworkers to put a stop to them. It's just the two of them, finally together after so long.

Yet, Y/N still makes sure to gently run her finger along Steve's cheek, checking that he's real, and that she's not dreaming. That she won't wake up and be back home, her new and happy life over before it even began. Steve stirs a little at her touch, but continues to sleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Y/N sighs happily. It's still real. She knows she should stop worrying and just enjoy this moment of tranquillity, but after the rollercoaster the past few weeks have been, what with being betrayed by Nick Fowler and then having a serial killer admitting his love for her and taking her away so they can finally be together, Y/N's learned to expect the unexpected in her life.

But she doesn't need to worry about Nick anymore, or anyone else. It's just her and Steve now. Always and forever, just like he said. And spending eternity with Steve Kemp sounds like a dream come true. Even though it's still a little weird to have him right beside her when only a few days ago, he was in a bright orange jumpsuit and handcuffs, and she was ordered to stay away from him for safety. Now, though, he looks calm and at peace. And Y/N finds herself falling even more in love. Being here with Steve by her side, and them both sharing each other's space and doing the usual couple things that they missed out on feels right, and it feels like home. In that moment, Y/N knows that she could stay by his side forever.

However, life has other plans, including a busy day for Y/N. So, she needs to get up, despite how little she wants to. And so, tries her best to wriggle out of Steve's grasp without awakening him.

"Mmm...nooo." Steve murmurs. The sound of his voice makes her jump, but the deep baritone tone in it also makes her shudder. God, how is this man so attractive? Steve grabs her wrist, gently trying to pull her back to bed and into his embrace once more. "Come back to bed." His fingers brush against her skin, and she giggles. Y/N wonders if she'll ever get used to the sensation of Steve touching her skin, and if it'll stop sending sparks through her entire body. In all honesty, she hopes it never does.

"Steve, let go! I have to see Jenna about a job, remember? I won't be gone that long, I promise." Y/N leans down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. When she pulls away, Steve grins, pulling her in for another, hungrier kiss, one that she readily accepts.

"Ohhh no. Jenna can wait." Gently, Steve pulls her again, and Y/N falls back onto the bed. Steve's arms wrap around her. "I've been waiting months to touch and kiss you like this, and now I can. Sorry, but I am not letting go of my chance." He murmurs. He grins, flipping her over so that he's on top of her.

"Steve, I love you, but I really have to-" Y/N laughs, but she's cut off by Steve peppering kisses all over her face and neck. As Steve's lips brush against her skin, Y/N bites her lip to stop her sounds of pleasure from escaping. God, he really knows all the right spots. Steve chuckles at the sound of her subdued moan, knowing he's convinced her to stay. Not that she needed much convincing anyway. Y/N and Steve's lips meet once again, and Steve slips his tongue in. As the kiss deepens, all thoughts Y/N has of being busy disappear, replaced by thoughts of her and Steve's new life together.

Always and forever.

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