#jail au

[elsweetheart]

okay, so. the jail au.

everybody knows that i’m a good girl, officer!

of course, me and @seattlesellie were rambling abt this for like an hour straight and i just had to share some of the little thoughts we came up with because it makes my brain go brrrr ok !!

going back to my roots with girly fem reader !! reader is a lil strap tease, ellie is a loser, and abby is big and scary 🎀

♡ so you find yourself in jail. the reason behind your imprisonment is up to u ok idk !!!

♡ ellie being the corrupt officer who sneaks you in contraband bc poor girly you can’t seem to last without your ‘stupid MAC lipliner’ or rose quartz or whatever it is you have ellie sneaking in.

♡ meeting her in the storage closet for your usual rendezvous, giggling and tugging at her uniform as she swats your hands away, huffing.

♡ “seriously? do you know how hard it is to sneak this shit in? you better hide that good, ‘cus if you get caught m’not saving your ass from Abby.”

♡ abby, of course is the no nonsense prison warden.

♡ the thing about ellie, is she hardly lays down the law. she’s a fucking loser, infact the only reason she lets you get away with so much and got herself caught up in this whole contraband situation is because she quite literally couldn’t resist a pretty girl batting her lashes up at her and caved. it’s pathetic really, but you think she looks super cute under the dim lights of the storage closet, hoping the lack of lighting is enough to hide the blush across her freckled cheeks (it’s not.)

♡ with ellie being a loser, comes ellie being a perv. “gonna have to hide that real good, okay? can’t get caught.” she’s muttering, stuffing the things you’d requested from her down your bra, really getting in there to make sure it’s hidden, of course.

♡ meanwhile, you can’t seem to keep your hands off her — absolutely adoring the thrill of your dirty little secret, feeling special knowing she doesn’t do this for anyone else. she clears her throat when you kiss her on the cheek and grab at her handcuffs. “ooh, can you use these on me?” you flutter making her tsk, flustered and shooing you away despite the burning in her cunt. “those—those are for making arrests okay, shit— y’so handsy.”

♡ maybe if she’s feeling brave enough one day she’ll put you on your knees as payback and hurriedly use your face to get off. maybe. she daydreams about that a lot.

♡ anyway, she’s forever complaining about your ridiculous requests for her to sneak in— and then fulfilling your request within the next few days.

♡ “ellie, i need buttons.” she sighs. “why.” “i’m making a plushie.” the next day she has buttons in her hand.

♡ again, she’d hate for you to get caught — so she’s stuffing the plastic bag of buttons down your prison pants into your underwear before retying the string on your pants and patting over your pussy where she stuffed the bag. “keep that safe. got it? ‘told you, you don’t wanna be on the other end of abby.”

♡ but oh, you did.

♡ how you adored seeing how far you could push it with the big blonde buff prison warden. it started off as you relentlessly asking her dumb flirty questions until she was grabbing you by the cheeks, towering over you and telling you to “get back to your cell.”

♡ but you were unstoppable, always making sure to give her a show in the shower room when she’d be in there on her watch shift. you were starting to think she was trading shifts just to be in there when you were. she’d always stand by the sinks with her arms crossed and eyes narrowed, walkie-talkie on her hip only accenting her toned body. you’d be across from her, shower cubicle door open, hands sliding up and down your body — seeing how long she’d let you slide your hand between your legs and rub your clit until she’d tell you to “cut it out, you’re wasting hot water.” though, you could see the way she shifted her thighs, and her cheeks would go the cutest shade of dusty pink.

♡ abby doing your cell checks was always scary, always just narrowly missing your hiding spots where you’d shove all the things ellie brought you. “you hiding anything in here ma’am?” she’d eye you as you shake your head innocently, watching her pull your blankets up and shake them. “why do i not believe you? little minx like you, always up to something.”

♡ you nearly let a smirk slip, nearly — but instead widen your eyes until they were doe like, looking up at her as she closes in on you, trying to figure you out. “me? no, i’m a good girl. i’d never do that, abby.”

♡ you’d continue to stare up at her as she takes a long look, raking her eyes down your body before back up to your gaze. “thats officer anderson to you.” before departing, never quite giving you what you want.

♡ until, she keeps catching you with officer williams. and it makes her jealous. because obviously, you’re her little prison slut. only hers.

♡ you stand by ellie in the cafeteria for a little too long, talking to eachother under your breath and sparing side glances. abby watches, before deciding to make an example out of you and grabbing you by the scruff of the neck and dragging you back to your cell where you’re out of everyone’s vision, growling something about “stop fraternising with the officers.”

♡ she nudges you back into your cell and is in disbelief at you holding back a mischievous smile when you turn around to face her where she stands in the doorway. “you’re an officer…?” you challenge, batting your lashes. she eyes you hungrily, breathing heavily for a moment before lowly muttering an “other officers.” leaving you with a victorious smile when she storms off.

♡ and then one day she catches you, really catches you. you’re waiting for ellie in the storage closet for an exchange of goods, and when the door opens and closes, you turn around with a smile — only to come face to face with abby. poor ellie was off on prison bus duty, assigned conveniently by none other than officer anderson.

♡ “what’s going on in here, hm? what have you been up to?” her finger stroking the walkie talkie on her leg. your smile fades, caught and your brows furrow — blinking up at her waiting for some kind of punishment. “a little birdie told me you had a thing for officers sneaking in things they shouldn’t, that true?” she knocks your chin up when you look down, attempting to evade her dark gaze.

♡ “i don’t know what you’re—” “you know, everyone breaks the rules sometimes. even a warden like me.” she steps closer, backing you against the wall making you gasp lightly as something light falls off the shelf behind you. she grabs your wrist, bringing your fingers to her crotch, a hard plastic cock bulged beneath her pants. you whimper, because it feels huge. “yeah, see. i can be sneaky too. maybe you can continue keeping that slutty mouth closed, and i’ll keep my mouth shut about your little meet ups with officer williams. we got a deal?” she pushes into you more, a shelf digging into your back and covered cock pushing up against your crotch making you let out a shaky breath.

♡ “i can — i can keep a secret.” “yeah? huh. maybe i misjudged you. maybe you are a good girl.”

♡ and when you show up all weak legged, bruised and hot faced to meet with ellie the next day for your rescheduled pick up — she has a million questions, brows frowning in not so subtle jealousy and pouting.

♡ “so what, i bring you your shit for months and you just let the first warden who comes in here fuck? that shit is so unfair.” she complains, barely trying to shrug you off when you run your hands up her toned arms and rest them on her shoulders.

♡ “lemme make it up to you, show you how grateful i am, els.” she let’s you kiss her for a minute, melting a little at the way you suck on her bottom lip before pulling away and fixing her uniform after your grabby hands had skewed it. “just— take your shit and get lost. i’ll see you in the cafeteria.”

♡ but she can’t stay mad at your cute little face. especially when you’re sooo sweet to her, and let her take her anger out on you in the next closet meet up with her fingers.

#jail au #prison au #ellabs x reader #ellie x reader x abby #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams x reader

[abbatoirablaze]

Locked Up, Chapter 18

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: angst, blackmail, coercion, noncon relationship, mentions of murder, smut/unprotected sex, jealousy.

“We’ll keep you safe, doll!” Bucky moaned.  Your hips faltered and your rhythm fell as your orgasm washed over you.  Your back arched and your chest pressed against his as your toes curled.  Your thighs spasmed on either side of his as your core clenched around his cock.

“JAMES!”

“Baby!” He moaned as his cock twitched violently inside of his girlfriend’s core, “oh, FUCK!”

“Shh!” you whimpered, your hand falling over his mouth in an attempt to stifle his moans while he emptied himself inside of you.  You tried to lift yourself off of his cock but failed, impaling yourself yet again on his thick length, “oh, god….Ja-James…we have to be quiet.”

He muttered something against your hand, and you giggled, your entire body feeling sensitive from the warmth spreading in your lower stomach.  You removed your hand, letting it wrap back around his shoulders as you sat still on his lap, “god you’re amazing.”

“You feel like heaven…every time, baby…”

“We-we shouldn’t do this every time we have a session!” you gasped, trying to catch your breath, “James…we shouldn’t h-“

“Do you have sex with Everett every time?”

“Yes…”

“Balance between us!” he reminded you, as he leaned forward.  You nodded, your lips pressing against his. 

The three of you had an agreement since the riots just a few months ago.  You were secretly in a relationship with the both of them, and had agreed that whatever you did with one of them you would do to the other. 

“Curtis gets out in a year…” you reminded him, “What do I do then?”

Bucky frowned, his hands trailing up and down his girlfriend’s thighs, “what do you want me to say, doll?”

“H-how can I remain ‘even,’ with the two of you if he’s outside and you’ll never be on the outside?” you asked.

“I’ll get out eventually, doll.  Don’t you worry.  I’ll get out…and when I do…we’re disappearing…just like Hansen did with his girl…”

“But Curtis…”

“We won’t have to worry about it,” he muttered softly.  His eyes met yours once more, and it felt like he was staring deep into the depths of your soul, “just promise me that you’ll love me no matter what…”

“O-of course, James…”

“Promise me…”

“I promise,” you sighed, “I’ll love you no matter what.”

He smiled, leaning up once more to catch your lips with his.

The red lights lit up the hallway. 

Your heart felt like it was in your throat. 

You knew what was coming. 

“Did you think that I would let those animals touch you?”

A chill ran down your spine as you turned, seeing his angry face. 

“S-Steve…”

“Bunny, you belong to me!”

You went to scream, but he was on you in a second. 

No longer did he look like the charming mafioso, but instead his corpse was coming after you.  His face was bashed in, brain matter leaking all over your white top. 

“It’s your fault I’m dead, you rotten whore!”

You fought with all of your might against him, but he just wouldn’t let go.

“Baby…”

“LET ME GO!” You screamed, fighting against his arms, and how they pinned you to the floor, “LET ME GO!”

With a scream, you jolted from your desk. 

The warden stood in front of you, his brow raised, “doctor…”

“I-I’m sorry,” You whimpered, pushing yourself into a seated position. You looked down, straightening out your blouse, and checking for any signs that your dream wasn’t just a dream.  He narrowed his eyes at you, “I-I’m sorry.”

“Have you been falling asleep in your office a lot?” he questioned, “I only ask, because this is the second appointment that you’ve missed this week.  Your door was originally locked, so I had the guards check to see if your car was still here.  When they looked at the tapes, you never left your office after your appointment with inmate Everett.”

“I-I was just tired!” you lied.

“Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, “well…for good measure I had the guards go throw him in solitary until I could have a locksmith get here…”

Your eyes widened, “Curtis is in solitary?”

“Curious that you call an inmate by their first name doctor…” Tony hummed.

“Curious that you’re willing to throw an inmate into solitary with no reason or burden of proof.”

He chuckled as he sat down in the chair that the inmates usually sat in, “I think you’ll realize that these men are locked up, doctor.  The burden of proof is theirs and theirs alone.  I was being civilized in checking up on you and making sure that animal didn’t kill you.”

“The guards came and picked him up.  They have him bolted to the floor, despite the fact that he’s not aggressive with women!” you growled, “the guards talked to me while they unlocked him.  Why not talk to them if you wanted to ensure that he didn’t kill me?”

He shrugged, “well then…maybe I just wanted to punish him.”

“And why would you do that?” you taunted, “what reason do you have to punish an inmate who’s done nothing wrong?”

“Who said I was punishing him?” he asked, his eyes flickering to yours as he asked the question.

You felt like your heart stopped mid-beat, “What?”

“I said, who said I was punishing him?” Tony repeated, “who said that I wasn’t simply punishing you?”

“WH-why would you use an inmate to punish me?”

“Depends?” he asked, his gaze focusing on even the smallest of micro reactions from you, “Why would you be fucking the inmates?”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me.”

“I-I’m not-“

“Cut the bullshit.  I know you’re fucking the inmates,” he spat, “Drysdale told me that you were screwing around with Jensen before he got shanked, and then you tried to screw around with him.  He turned it down when he realized that your cunt belonged to Rogers…”

“I wasn’t-“

“Oh shut up,” he said dismissively cutting you off, “Rogers is dead now, and yet you still walked around like you were little miss innocent.  So I started tracking your appointments.  And I noticed that you were cancelling ones scheduled after inmate Everett.  I went a little further back, and during the first few appointments with him, the guards said you rejected him being bolted down…”

You paled. 

He smirked, “mandatory policy changes are a real wrench in your bucket, aren’t they?”

Your stomach turned.

For the past few weeks, the guards had refused you when you said that Curtis didn’t need to be bolted to the floor. 

And for a while, you had wondered why.  They had allowed it even after the riots, but they just attributed it to Tony’s rule changes once he ‘got settled.’

“What are you going to do to me?” you asked. 

You knew that nothing good could come of it.  Legally speaking, you could lose your job.  Your license to practice could be revoked. 

It would be the death of your career.

Even if he couldn’t prove it at a trial when he fired you.  The accusation alone would make sure that you never got hired again. 

His eyes flickered over your body and you felt your stomach turning even more.

You’d seen that look before, and on more than one occasion. 

You’d remembered him looking at you like that the first day he came to the prison, and had been introduced to the staff. 

“I think you know what happens next!” he said softly, the most devious of smirks perching itself on his face.

“Y-you’re married…and I’m-“

“I didn’t ask for your analysis of it all, doctor!” he grunted, leaning back into the chair, “just…do to me what you do to Everet…and maybe I make a call to solitary…maybe I stop them from beating the hell out of him…maybe they beat him within an inch of his life instead of ending it!”

You felt yourself freeze, “What did you say?”

“Do you really want me to repeat that?” he smirked.

“Y-you wouldn’t kill an inmate!” you said quickly, “you would-“

“Try me!” he growled, cutting you off.  You felt worry coating every once of your soul as you looked at him.  The tears that built within you pricked the corners of your eyes. 

“Curtis didn’t do-“

“Curtis is getting the shit beat out of him, doc…do you really want to waste your time?” he asked, pulling the cell phone from his pocket, “You know…Magda doesn’t like him much to begin with.  I wonder how long he has with him, Officer Tyler, and Officer Salazar making sure he’s…docile.”

“Please!” you begged softly.

He wiggled his cell phone in the air and looked at you, “do what you were made to do then, doc…take care of me.”

You raised on shaky legs as he unlocked the phone. 

“T-tell them to stop first…”

“I’ll tell them to stop when you earn it!” he grunted, playing with the phone.

You took a shaky step towards him, your heels clicking hollowly on the ground beneath you.  You felt the acidity from your stomach working its way up your throat as you began to feel sick.

You were being blackmailed. 

Your heels clicked again and you were in front of Tony.  You felt as hollow as the sound your knees made when you fell to them, the sting of your knees against the hard floor barely feeling real.

The quiet of the normally bustling prison made you feel like you were having a moment of déjà vu.

And then the lights turned red.

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @cjand10, @angstylittleb1tch

#locked up #prison au #jail au #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky #curtis everett #snowpiercer au #tony stark #ironman

[fishybehavior]

Has anyone made an au where in crystallized the ninja just, stay in jail??

Like the second part doesn't even happen and the ninja stay in jail for 5 years??

#ninjago #ninjago au #lol #jail au

[computercoke]

Imagine you’re on a jail website searching for pen pals. You’re young, you don’t have many people to talk to, so what’s wrong with pen-paling an inmate? Many girls do it online. Would it be such a sin to do so?

Scrolling through the site you see a face that seems to arise excitement within you.

James Hetfield read on the computer screen along with his date of birth, his eye color, hair color and reference number.

His crime? Tax evasion.

He’s hot. Was all you could think. You bite your lip and press your thighs together.

Scrolling down, you find the address to the jail and details. You click through the terms of service and read through the rules.

Sure enough this would be an opening to a haven in disguise.

#imagine #cokeimagines #james hetfield #metallica #jail au #in love with a criminal #james hetfield x reader

[skyland2703]

Javi/Amelia Prison AU Headcanons

Ft. Me and @kara-night-light and a little bit inspired by The Angel~

Javi is in for something like petty theft. He stole some musical instruments. Max here for 3 months.

Amelia’s put in for Arson

Everyone thinks it’s swapped around and talk about Javi who is in for Arson and Amelia who stole some like girly things (Javi probably stole music shit) anyways they meet and exchange stories etc

Co-Ed Juvie; they’re like 16

They’re also bunk mates

And he’s always humming songs; And she gets annoyed like “DO YOU EVER TAKE A BREAK” but gradually starts to like them.

“What did you do?” “Oh nothing much I stole a few guitars, what about you?” “Arson.” *cue Javi palpitating*

Amelia has been in for awhile and pop pop always visits her

Javi just sits quietly after hearing arson, “Did.., did anyone die…?”

Javi could have gotten bailed by Warden Garcia but he chose to let Javi go to Juvie and never visits him and doesn’t let Izzy visit. He’s ashamed/wants Javi to “grow up” and thinks it would be a nice little trip for him.

Amelia starts bringing him along to visit pop pop and stuff

She’s mildly annoyed with him but likes his presence;

Pop pop is the one who notices it. Pop pop is like “you say you don’t like him yet he's always with you. 👀”

And Javi helps get Amelia on that right track and out of Juvie after he gets out

Javi’s term ends before Amelia’s. Petty theft would be around 3 months. But arson would probably send her in for 3 years

No but once Javi gets out he works with Pop pop because it turns out Amelia was covering for her ex-boyfriend (Ollie)

They work together to get Amelia out of Juvie and to help clear her record

He dumped her after she got into prison. And now she has to brave it through and the best idea was to broadcast what she Was supposedly in for

Pop pop only like suspects because he knows Amelia and knows she wouldn’t go that far but one day when Javi is out and visiting her Amelia admits it to him.

But secretly she’s scared of some of the people in there

Bonus if pop pop lets Javi stay with him after he gets out

Imagine Javi stealing some more shit to go to prison again just to be put back with her

Anyway, Zayto and Aiyon are the police officers who handled Amelia’s case, and Javi gets in touch with them

Izzy is Javi’s sister who isn’t allowed to see him but eventually moves in with him Pop-Pop and Amelia

Once Amelia gets out they’ll be moving in together XD (Sorry couldn’t resist not putting this in here)

Maybe Izzy starts meeting Javi in secret and helps him with the investigation

While Javi is working to get her out other inmates get word that Amelia isn’t as badass as she seems and they like to torment her. Prison violence is one of the biggest problems.

We’ll be adding more, but if anyone got more ideas, feel free to chip in bullets, either in the notes or reblogs~

#kara-night-light #power rangers #amelia jones #power rangers dino fury #dino fury #javi garcia #Javi x Amelia #Javi/Amelia #AU ideas #Headcanons #My headcanons #Jail AU #Prison AU #Javelia #Javelia Headcanons #this might be a fic one day

[autistfanatic]

Vaggies in jail because a racist bitch claims she assaulted her

Shes gotta find a prison wife/husband to protect her from possible dangerous innmates

Officer Morningstar will investigate the case and demand Vaggie re does her trial to prove her innocence. Her mothers a powerful judge.

Angel, Molly, Cherri, Mimzy and Millie look after Vaggie, telling her who to trust, and who to avoid.

Especially one particual cellmate whose out of solitary confinement...

He either wants Vaggie as his prison wife or to eat her....who knows.

#hazbin hotel #jail au #prison au #vivziepop #alastor #vaggie #charlie #lilith #cherri bomb

[xintre]

Prison Romance au:

"What are you in for?"

"For love."

-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-

"And they were inmates."

"Omg they were inmates."

#idk #anyway #lol #sigh #bye #funny i think #jail #au #jail au #prison #prisoner #prison au #love #for love #and they were inmates

[mammutblog]

everyone it’s nightwing daxia dick gongzi <3

#dick grayson #nightwing #batfam #releasing all my art from jail #i keep forgetting to post #wuxia au #my art

[magpie-trinkets]

continuing that "maya tries to contact claire" post, i present you the post-Spirit of Justice follow-up

#post that caters to ME specifically #let me first tag #ghost trick spoilers #lost future spoilers #now that that's out of the way. you know who's on that suitcase ;) #also claire is fucked up by time travel shenanigans so it's possible let's just say #also ghost powers grow and change with time sooooo. let's play with canon #layton “i have a dead girlfriend” and yomiel “i had a dead girlfriend” bisexuals #also yes the whole gang traveled to london they're just strolling around #maya had unfinished business and now that she's more powerful she's BACK #this would take place 7-or-so years after lost future/plvspw so layton is in his mid-forties here. i had to look it so correct me if im not #also yes this is a crossover AU i have rotating in my mind i love the source material and layton's and claire whole thing no shade to that #powerful narrative that made me cry #but with aa and gt magic fuckery we have the technology #also about the jail bit. that's a fic i am writing (one sentence every month) #ghost trick #professor layton #ace attorney #my art #ms paint #GOD. that wall of text is surely something

[pastelpaperplanes]

KOBD for the soul

#my art #thorns and thrones au #transformers #fighting for my life out here I can’t handle it knowing that there were never two bots who were meant for each other more than THEM 🥺🥺🥺 #these have got to be the softest most mushiest things I’ve ever drawn AUG HH #Young Love to Devotion to Married for all ETERNITY #I didn’t add Wildbreak to these and for that I know I should be JAILED but dw I’m still thinking about that stupidly cute baby #KOBD is each other’s world while Wildbreak is their universe ❤️💙🧡 #kobd #tfa knockout #tfa breakdown #transformers animated #maccadam

[extrashortshorts]

your ace otter is so cute i would give him my credit card details without him even having to ask

So...👀👀👀 Anyway

#one piece #words #ace #portgas d ace #do not feed the pirate #i am not going to jail for an internet fraud #so don't give him anything #gif #OP animal AU

[hyolks]

I would love to see more of your fma au!! Maybe more interaction with the boys and mustang or Riza? Maybe some of the other mustang crew members?

mustang frames the picture and puts it in the middle of the office

#fma #fullmetal alchemist #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #edward elric #roy mustang #I'm STILL UNSURE OF THE SYSTEM IN USE SO LIKE.... NOT SURE WHAT TO MAKE HAVOC AND FUERY AND ALL OF THEM BE.... #bc... they still are in mustang's loop.... but how many sheriffs does a town even need #the sheriff in question in this is just some rando lol ed and al were doing something in a nearby town and got into deep shite #mustang memorializing edward elric in jail since ed usually abuses his power as mustang's henchman to avoid being arrested #9k doodles #even tho.... its..... a comic........ #wastelands au

[abbatoirablaze]

Locked Up, Chapter 11

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  violence, attempted sexual assault, murder, mentions of blood and bodily fluids.

Your door was darkened by the shadow of a man. 

The red hue lit up his frame from behind, making the entire moment feel even more terrifying and surreal.  You could feel your own heart kicking in your chest like a bass drum.  It felt so heavy that your entire body shook, and the vibrations trailed up into your throat until you felt like you couldn’t breathe.  Your heart pulsed so loud in your ears, that it only added to the nauseating feeling of dread that encased you.   

His already villainous demeanor was only enhanced by the murderous glow the red held behind him.  It took you a moment to get over the initial fear, and a new one filled you when you realized that his sandy blonde hair was tinged red as well, but it wasn’t because of the light. 

And that’s when you noticed how his orange jumpsuit wasn’t clean either.  It held the same tinge as his hair in some areas. 

The heavy beating of your own heart felt even heavier as his blue green eyes stared through you.  You felt like you were a gazelle in the Serengeti, and he was a lion, waiting to pounce and make you his next meal.

Every single impulse told you to run, sending shocks up and down your body until you felt like the adrenaline was going to send you into a heart attack.  But in your head, you knew that despite the adrenaline, the inmate was blocking your only exit. 

The next moments felt slowed down to an obscene point where you wondered if it was real life, or if you were in a horror film.  It felt like you were about to be the latest victim as he took a few steps into your office, the baton tapping against his thigh with each step. 

“Hey doc!” he purred in a deadly tone.  A shiver ran down your spine, but and your eyes shifted away from his, towards the weapon in his hands. Suddenly you noticed how the baton was wet, and the area that he was tapping had the same tinge. 

And that’s when it hit you.

The metallic smell that made a new shiver run down your spine. 

He must have killed at least one guard. 

The way that his hair and uniform was messed up. It was blood that made his hair slick. It was another man’s life force marrying into the fabric of his jumpsuit.  Your stomach turned and you knew you had paled at your own realization. 

It only caused his smirk to grow as he spoke to you, “well would you look at that, doc...looks like there’s a riot going on out there!  You’re mighty lucky that I’m here to protect ya…ain’t ya?”

You felt a whimper leaving your throat as he turned partially, enough to close the door behind himself so that you were trapped inside the room with him. 

“I-inmate Rogers…please go back to your cell!”

Steve smirked a little bit more, shaking his head at you, “what?  And leave a pretty little thing like you all alone in the middle of something like this?  What kind of prince charming would I be if I let those animals get to you, hmm?  We’re in the middle of a riot after all…I can’t possibly leave you alone to fend for yourself.  What if someone dangerous got to you and tried to harm you?  What kind of gentleman would I be then?  Hmm?  Really, you should be thanking me on how I got to you first!” 

“Inmate Rogers…”

“After all, doc, you’re mine!” he finished swiftly.  Your heart felt like it turned to ice as you realized that it was him who had written the letter.  He was the one that Ransom Drysdale was worried about.  The one that was responsible for making sure inmate Jensen had received a shiv for tasting your sweet nectar, “so…what do you say we take advantage of our alone time together, hmm doc?  I’ve been craving a taste of that sweet little pussy since the first day I laid eyes on you!  I think getting a little taste would be more than nice don’t you?  Generous enough to do that, doc?  You let Jensen taste you for far less…”

As those words fell from his lips, your fight or flight response kicked in and you turned, running towards your bathroom.  But he caught you before you managed to make it to the door, tackling you to your floor. 

“Come on, princess.  Be good for me,” Steve taunted as he crawled up your body.  You screamed, thrashing around; kicking and trying to push him away as you scrambled towards the door, “if you’re good I’ll be so nice to you…I might even let you cum on more than just my mouth.  I’ll fuck that pretty little pussy so good you won’t know what to do with yourself.  You might even make it so that’s all we do on our appointments…come on, doc!”

You screamed, feeling the fabric of your skirt tearing. 

You kicked him hard in the shin and he cursed, your heel hitting him hard. 

“You bitch!” he spat, backhanding you. 

Your head hit the floor hard, nearly knocking you unconscious momentarily. 

Everything felt blurry as you attempted to lift your head a few moments later.   

The world felt all too dark as you shifted, flopping over to feel the weight of Steve against your own body gone. 

You felt around on the ground, trying to find your balance as you scrambled up to your hands and knees.  As your head lifted you saw Steve fighting with another inmate.  With the world still a little fuzzy, you screwed your eyes together, trying to focus on the opposing shapes.  The words prior to now were all just white noise, sounding all too far off from you, despite the close proximity.

“I’ll fucking kill you!” the inmate promised, his fists furiously pounding into Steve’s face. 

Your stomach lurched when you saw the glint of silver mixed with blood and bone.  The sickening crunch of more bones breaking and brain matter splattering against the carpet close to you making your stomach lurch again until you threw up beside yourself. 

The gurgles from a few feet away stopped, and suddenly you found yourself being lifted up bridal style.  You wanted to fight it, especially when you saw the mess of blood that he was wrapped in, but you found yourself frozen as your eyes met his.

His metallic arm was tinged a deep scarlet.  His jumpsuit was only halfway zipped and you saw the mottled, exposed flesh of where the flesh met the mechanics.  He watched you curiously, but you said nothing, instead focusing on the rest of his exposed, firm chest. 

You couldn’t meet his eyes as you whimpered out his name, “B-Barnes…I didn’t-I don’t…he came after me…he-he thinks I belong to him.  He’ll kill you for what you just did.  He-”

“You’re okay, doll…” he grunted huskily as he made his way to you and pulled you into his lap, “he isn’t getting up from what I did.  You’re okay.”

“He-he’ll hurt me, Barnes…”

Bucky sighed as held you close to himself, “Steve won’t hurt you.  I promise!”

“I-he-“

You felt the tears sliding down your cheeks, and the sadness in his own eyes.

“He won’t hurt you, doll!” he promised with finality, “he’ll never come after you again!”

“I-is he dead?” Barnes didn’t answer, and you felt the anxiety building in the pit of your stomach as you found the courage to repeat your question, “is he dead?”

“Yes!” You didn’t know whether to be more afraid of the answer, or the fact that he had no issue in telling you it.  You found yourself wanting to look, but his Vibranium hand angled your face away from the body, “don’t look at him.”

“Why?”

“You got sick when you saw me bashing his brains in,” he said matter-of-factly, “I doubt that you could handle the way that he looks now.”

You didn’t remember throwing up.

You didn’t remember seeing Bucky before he stopped beating Steve’s head in. 

“Is it worse?” you asked nervously, your eyes meeting his once more.

“Yes…but now…I have to get you out of here!” he said firmly, “your office isn’t safe.  You are not safe here!  The inmates are going to start coming for anyone who wasn’t locked up to use in negotiations.  You…guards…administration!”

Just as he turned, you screamed, seeing yet another figure in the doorway.  Barnes’ arms tightened around you and you felt yourself tucking your face into his chest.  You looked up when no one tore you from his arms.  Bucky was glaring at the man as he stepped into the office. 

“Barnes…”

“Everett!”

That’s when Curtis noticed Steves crumpled, mutilated form on the floor, “he come after her?”

“Yeah…” Barnes nodded shortly, “found him trying to tear her skirt off!”

“Put her down!”

“Not a shot in hell, Everett!”

“Don’t get any ideas, Barnes.  I wouldn’t take advantage of the doc.  I’m not an animal,” the mountain of a man grumbled as he undid his jumpsuit and took off the undershirt he’d been wearing beneath it.  He held it out to the pair, “wear this…should cover you well enough.  You’re small!”

“Th-thank you!” you whimpered softly, reaching out to take the shirt from Curtis.  Barnes released you and you slipped the scratchy fabric over yourself.  It reached past your thighs.  Curtis was right.  It did cover you.

“You okay, doc?” Curtis asked softly.  You nodded, unsure on how to answer the question. 

“We have to hole up somewhere safe…” he admitted, his attention turning back to Bucky once he realized that you were safe between the two of them, “now…”

“I think I know just the spot!” Barnes said quickly to the other man.  He looked at you and held out his flesh hand, “think you can trust me and Everett, doc?”

You nodded, taking his hand, “I just don’t want to be hurt!  I-I trust you two…protect me…please.”

“Trust us doc,” Curtis grumbled as he spared you another look, “no one is going to hurt you…not while you’re with us.  We’ll keep you safe!”

Chapter 12

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @cjand10

#locked up #prison au #jail au #marvel au #marvel #steve rogers #the avengers #captain america #dark steve rogers #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky #curtis everett #snowpiercer au #snowpiercer

[fishybehavior]

One last doodle b4 my tablet dies

Dialogue)

Kai: tbh this is better than the last jail I was in

The others: l-last time?!?

Kai: yeah I went to juvie for stealing some food

#ninjago #doodle #doodles #jay ninjago #kai ninjago #zane ninjago #cole ninjago #lloyd ninjago #jail au

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids 👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

[Here's part one or whatever. If I feel like making more I'll make more and/or post it to ao333333.]

💚👻👽👻💚

The world is on fire, and Danny is burning.

The GAV is in shreds; wherever he’s crashed, there’s no way to determine up or down. He’s entombed in wreckage. Everything is on fire and everything burns, and it takes Danny all his strength to peel himself from where he’s contorted around the driver’s seat chair, to drag himself through the twisted metal and shards of glass with nothing but his hands and his tears.

He hurts.

It hurts so badly.

He crawls, because he can’t tell if he has legs or a tail right now, and is too afraid to find out he can’t walk by injuring one of his legs permanently. It’s hard to see through the smoke and the tears. He can’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe even if he wanted to.

There are instincts unique to being dead. Danny can’t tell up or down, and he can’t tell where he is or remember how he got here, but his core tugs him towards somewhere dark. Somewhere cool. Somewhere enclosed, even—even better, so Danny can curl up and sob in peace.

Danny wedges himself into a dark corner, curls himself up as much as he can, and lets himself drop into his core.

*

Something is touching him somethingistouchinghimsomethingistouchinghim—

Danny pops out of his core with a scream. No words. No coherency. Everything hurts, and all he can do is scream.

Someone is touching him. The thing touching him is body-shaped. Human-shaped. Danny screams higher, louder—some part of his hindbrain knows that if he screams for real then there won’t be a human but there will be guts and gore and blood, but Danny’s too tired to scream for real, and too weak. His scream is only enough to send the human sprawling back instead.

More humans take the place of the first. Danny keens, fights back a sob—when another tries to rouse him from his hiding spot with an exposed hand, Danny flashes his teeth.

The human flinches, but doesn’t go away.

Danny feigns a fanged bite. The figure jumps back. Good.

He’s too weak to run. He’s too weak to walk through the walls of his hiding spot and dart away. His visibility flickers—probably how a human found him in the first place. He’s so tired. Everything hurts. But if he looks dangerous and acts dangerous, maybe they’ll leave him alone. They have to leave him alone.

Please, please leave him alone.

They don’t.

There’s something in his face. Danny doesn’t recognize the shape immediately, but eventually something clicks: a loop on a stick is a catchpole. The strangers are trying to capture him.

He’s so afraid of something else around his neck. His whole body racks with shivers. He can’t run. He can’t bite. Please, please, please—

It doesn’t latch to his hand. It latches to his wrist.

Danny is only peripherally aware of being dragged onto his knees, of being dragged into a container. By the time the doors shut in around him, his mind is empty of anything that isn’t fear and pain, pain, pain.

He drops into his core.

*

Danny wakes up in a container.

It’s not the same container. But all containers are the same.

Danny screams. The soundwaves vibrate the glass until it shakes, slamming against the floor until cracks form in the concrete beneath him.

Still, no cracks form in the container. When he wails a second time, there’s no strength behind it. He just sobs.

He’s alone. He’s alone and he’s contained and no one is coming to get him. His transportation is in pieces. He’s injured and he’s scared. He’s so scared. Everything hurts. He wants to hide in his core and he wants to run away and he wants to slither through the wall and he doesn’t have the energy into any of it.

Danny curls up in a corner, hopes he’s left alone—or better, released—and hides.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he hears a click.

…But he hears a click. Danny peeks open an eye.

There’s…food. He thinks it’s food, anyway. Oatmeal? It’s in a bowl and it’s beige and it’s on a tray on the ground.

Danny sniffs. …The last captors hadn’t offered him food. They hadn’t thought he’d had needs, or that they ought to feed him.

It’s a miserable, aching feeling when he thinks this is a step up.

There’s a flimsy plastic spoon on the tray. When Danny jumps on the bowl, devouring the contents as quickly as his body will let him, the spoon goes down the hatch with the gruel.

Danny falls back asleep in the far corner of the container miserable, cold, in pain, and injured. But he falls asleep full.

It’s a luxury to not be hungry.

*

There’s a click.

Danny ignores it. He’s not hungry. He’s sleepy. His body is trying to conserve calories and metabolize new ones. He doesn’t want to wake up.

The oatmeal goes uneaten.

*

There’s a click. Danny’s eyes crack open.

Apparently he’s been asleep for a while, because there are three bowls of uneaten oatmeal on the ground, waiting for him. All are in varying stages of crusting over.

Whatever. Free food. Danny wolfs it down anyway, and tucks himself back into his corner. He’s almost him-shaped again. His human traits are slowly returning, cell by cell, piece by piece. He can almost feel the fractures he knows he’ll have in his legs!

…Wait. Wasn’t his container opaque?

It’s…not anymore. The walls are clear. Danny can see—or, well, until he gets his eyes back, can sort of feel—the room around him, and the trace presences of the beings who occupy it.

It’s a lab. Danny knew it would be, but his core still drops down, down down. He had been praying he’d never see a live specimen lab ever again. He certainly hadn’t wanted to see yet another one from inside the cage.

Humans come and go from the lab. Most are in white coats and pants, but they’re not GIW. Or, well, they’re probably not GIW, anyway, considering that they’ve been feeding him. The guys in white never think of his needs, since they don’t care if he Ends or not. There are monitors that fuzz and warp in his not-vision with details he can’t make out on screen, but knows instinctively that the monitors pertain to him.

And to his capture.

There are some visitors in odd colored suits. They talk. The colorful ones don’t approach him, but they…watch.

No one approaches. Good. Danny will bite them if they do.

With the see-through window, Danny can see the bright-suited blob shove a tray of food through a slot in his container.

It doesn’t fall to the floor, though. There’s a little mechanical thing that brings the oatmeal and flimsy spoon to a safe rest on the steel floor.

…Alright. Bone appetite. Danny’s hungry, and food is food. He pours most of the bowl straight into his stretched mouth and scrapes the rest in with a spoon.

More of his wounds are sealing. Healing. His core doesn’t throb so horribly with pain. The cracks in his soul are smoothing out. With consistent food and rest, Danny will be able to actually mount an escape.

Good. Danny licks the flecks of meal from the edges of his mouth. Good.

When he naps, this time, it’s on purpose.

Soon he’ll be healed enough to leave.

*

The clear window doesn’t go away. Danny’s poor sight doesn’t improve, but he can see people come and go. Danny’s never truly left alone. There is always at least one brightly-colored human around (or one dark, silent human), and an assortment of white-coated scientists milling about.

The clear window lets them see him, presumably. If Danny wants to escape, he’ll have to be careful not to be seen.

Quietly, so quietly. Danny slo-o-o-owly amps up the resonance of his core.

There are cameras. There must be. There are always cameras. Disrupting the electrical flow in and around his container is essential to getting himself out of sight.

The lights flicker. The human milling about all flock to monitors, silent voices coming muffled through the see-though walls of the container. Danny reels in his resonance just a touch—whoops.

But no one is looking.

Something twinges in Danny. Well…no one is looking.

Very, very quietly, Danny peels a relatively safe amount of ectoplasm away from his core. A Danny-shaped shadow forms, and, yeesh, does he really look that bad?

Whatever. There’s no time.

Danny turns himself invisible. He slips through the walls of his container, and leaves the lab to explore the base.

#the JL: uh. what the hell is this #the JL: I guess we can...it looks vaguely humanoid? Should we assume it's sentient? Let's get it to medbay— AH IT'S GONNA BITE ME #JL: Feral Baby Jail. STAT. #another Everyone in DP Is Dead Or Otherwise Inaccessible AU™ #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny phantom #dcu #dcu crossover #cryptid!au #tw injury #tw medical #I guess #There are VERY enthusiastic doctors on hand at all time WAITING to slap a bandaid on him as soon as they figure out communication #in the meantime #allergen friendly nutrient gruel it is baby!

[feralmoonlight]

cowboys are ok I guess @castercassette

#Sun #Moon #Sheriff #Cowboy AU #SB Cowboy AU #Feral Scribbles #THIS BITCH CLOCKS 13 Hours I am die #granted 4 hours were lost #but holy shit #this is the most rendered thing I've drawn in probably 3 years holy shit #pretending i still remember how to do backgrounds #THANK YOU EVERYONE THAT JOINED STREAM AND HUNG OUT it was an absolute blast! #God I love the cowboy au so much. the art. the story. the l o r e. #story for this one is mostly just the boys hassling sheriff YN a little #getting out of jail required a 'casual hostage' for a safe getaway but ya know #it doesn't mean they're gonna cooperate about it #though since they're all together #nothing quite like a sunset joyride while you take your hostage to the dropoff spot #something fun and casual to get them chattin for ol time sake #or something #hard to spend time together when you're on opposite sides of the law after all