#jailbird au

[agent-phoenix-secret-acc]

[There’s an orange, fluffy cat wandering around. The cat has a sign tied loosely around his neck that says, “I’m Wires! I like to chew on things! Don’t leave me alone with important cords!” The sign is written in a familiar glittery purple.] - ( @agentwraith This is a short rp request because your Phoenix really needs some kitty cuddles! Feel free to ignore it or not answer right away if you don’t have the enegry! /gen)

*Phoenix woke up startled when the cat jumped up onto his hospital bed. He rubbed his eyes as he pushed himself up, confused, before realising that there was a cat right on his lap. He gasped, and slowly reached forward, grabbing the the cat and pulling it close against his chest, burying his face between it's ears. He noticed the sign, and giggled upon reading over it. It was the first time he had done that in weeks...*

"Aww...! Y-You're just l-like me...!"

*He exclaimed softly, his voice hoarse due to its lack of use. He stared into the cat's eyes, smiling softly. His smile faded a bit.*

"B-But now I-I've got t-to make a c-choice...s-should I l-let you g-go and never go n-near you...? O-Or should I k-keep you w-with me a-and hide you f-from the others...? I d-don't want a-another Goldie on m-my hands..."

*Phoenix was conflicted. He loved the cat already, but knew it would get hurt if seen around him. He would decide when he's out of the medical ward. For now, the kitty's staying in his arms...*

[Heya @agentwraith! I hope this is good :)

Phoenix really loved and appreciates the orange cat you sent over, but he's afraid that the other agents who still hate him might hurt it, just like what happened with Goldie. But anyways I hope this rp goes well! It's my first btw, so I'll try my best :D]

[bisquicklite]

Still thinking about that reblog about Gridania and I'm having Thoughts about my Keeper wol and the delightful AU where I sent her to prison.

Why'd she go to prison? She cut off a man's cock.

Why'd she cut off his cock? Because he was a woodwailer and an arsehole and he tried to attack her sister.

(Not to mention leading the local authorities on a manhunt for a few weeks after the incident, causing trouble and chaos in her wake. But it was long enough for her remaining family to leave the Black Shroud and resettled elsewhere, allowing them to escape any reprisals.

She's arrested, but the whole thing is a mess because because one of the moons was actively falling. A mess which leads to her being, quite literally, thrown in a hole and forgotten about for five years.)

"You cut off one man's cock, and suddenly that's what you're known for." - Osha Qhantari, Warrior of Light, Champion of Eorzea

She spends ARR out on some kind of special probation. Legally she is not allowed to used conjury as a rule of said probation (she was formerly practicing a sort of white magic that had been passed down through her family). She stumbles into a position with the Scions. At this point she is less an adventurer than a criminal in an experimental rehabilitation scheme. Her killing Primals isn't heroics, its glorified community service.

Then after she has successfully stopped the Garlean invasion, destroyed the Ultima Weapon, and everyone agrees the day is saved; Osha is arrested again. Again she is imprisoned, this time in Thanalan. The reasons given vary but boil down to the powers that be claiming that she is far too dangerous to be left free to roam, especially as her probation officer is thoroughly out of commission due to injuries.

Osha resigns herself to imprisonment; without a fight or struggle or wild goose chase or further injuries to Allied forces.

"Right now, they're waiting with bated breath for me to turn around and bare my teeth. They're watching for the moment that I snap and become the feral, dangerous mad woman Gridania has painted me as. So, yes, I am going to sit in my prison cell and I am going to behave. I will play the part of tamed guard dog so that, maybe, one day they'll let me out for longer than it takes to kill their problems. The moment I show them otherwise will just confirm their suspicions and serve as reason for me to never see the light of day again... Besides, I hardly have the right to complain. The accommodations are far better this time. I have a window." -Osha Qhantari

[animamii]

lockedup!toji lovessss receiving letters from you. 💌

"Fushiguro, you got mail," one of the corrections officers would knock on his open cell door. Toji always had this smirk tugging at his lips when the guard said those words. Although it was only a mask for the thrum he felt in his heart. He would always be handed a nice little stack of letters, all from you. The envelopes would be different colors, pinks and reds and purples. You'd really put a lot of effort into these [mostly love] letters. Even going as far as buying the cutest stamps you could find. He would never admit it out loud—he'd rather choke— but Toji loves when you put those cute little Hello Kitty stamps on the letters. Toji didn’t seem like the type to care for stuff like that, but those letters? Oh, they meant everything.

His name would be written in your cute handwriting, Toji Fushiguro with a little heart next to it. Flipping over the letter, you'd alway put a cute sticker over the seal. Or a heart if you couldn't find a sticker you'd like. He never rushed to open them, though; instead, he’d take his time, flipping through the envelopes, savoring the sight of your adorable scribbles. Toji loved the scent of them, always smelling like the spritz of perfume you'd put on the paper (thank you for the idea, Grease). He loved it just as much as the lipstick kisses you'd put on every blank space of the envelope and letter. Even if you weren't much of a lipstick user, you made sure to keep some different shades in stock so you can send Toji kisses through the mail.

It was the highlight of his day, pulling open the envelope with a rare softness in his usually rough hands. Always being ever so careful not to rip the envelope or the sticker you so thoughtfully sealed it with. He’d sit on the edge of his cot, back resting against the cold cement wall, eyes scanning over your handwriting. Every curve of your letters, every word you wrote, he soaked in every little thing. You wrote about every little thing; what you ate, what you listened to, what you watched. Your little girlish gossip. Toji preferred to read multiple pages of you rambling on about whatever came to your pretty little head. Made him feel like he was with you again, sitting there babbling to him like you always did.

After reading through one of your letters for the first time, Toji would lean back, holding the paper loosely in his hand, a rare softness washing over his sharp features. His lips would curl faintly at the edges, almost like he could hear your voice through the words on the page. He’d trace over your little doodles in the corners—the hearts, the smiley faces, even the exaggerated stick figure versions of you and him. Toji wasn’t a sentimental man by nature, but these small things? They clawed their way into the part of his chest he thought was hardened long ago. Sometimes, the other inmates would glance his way, curious about what kept the infamous Fushiguro so quiet. He’d shoot them a glare that said, Mind your own damn business. No one dared ask questions.

Toji had a little ritual for your letters. After reading through them, he’d carefully fold them, put it back in its respective envelope, and tuck them into his pillowcase. It wasn’t much, but it kept them close to him, right where he could feel that connection even when he wasn’t holding the paper. Later, when the lights dimmed and the prison settled into its eerie quiet, he’d pull one out again, holding it under the faint glow of the moonlight seeping through the bars. It didn’t matter if it was the same letter he read last week or one you’d just sent—it still carried that same warmth.

"Y’know," he muttered to himself one night, voice low enough not to carry. "You’re making me soft, sweetheart." But he didn’t really mind. Those letters gave him something to look forward to, something worth counting down the days for.

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y'all I wanna write more drabbles like thiss. Also I'm thinking... maybe some letters from Toji himself? Or from reader? both?? o.O lemme know bebecitas I wanna write what y'all wanna read!! xoxo

taglist ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ @psoycy (aka my favee)

[vampiredrooling]

Bow Wow!⛓️‍💥

Epic Monster AU moment done in @cubscoutemporio’s sketchbook 😈

[flowerbloom-arts]

i love ur au ^_^ can u do snake plz

Ch'ya, dude!

[ivormybeloved]

Okay but Reggie actually considering killing Jeb for wool but backpedals immediately when Milo goes from pissed to on the verge of tears

[jabberwockyreferences]

Dropping some Oz City AU jailbirds before I sleep- goodnight ^^

[smibberz]

[rwby-confess]

Aight you want Rare Pairs? Death's WhiteRose. My ot3. Ruby/Weiss/Young Maria Calavera. I have people refuse to draw art of them because it's 'problematic' ignoring that it's almost always a Maria was born later au.

Maria gets two people who don't care about her name she can trust to watch her back (cause clearly silver eye warriors have to worry about salem trying to kill them so in that they can be united).

Ruby gets a slightly older S.eves mentor, Weiss gets people who care about her for her, and Whiterose get a more battle hardened battle bae who will teach them how to fight to survive.

Ruby and Maria are gremlins off the field and help Weiss relax as Weiss helps keep the two of them on track.

Weiss supports, and fights at range. Ruby can do either, but Maria is the close combat master between them.

Their songs are all counterpoints of each other (using Grimm Reaper as Maria's songs), they have complimentary colors, and Maria is absolutely the type to make them talk things out when the going gets tough.

Each of them is missing a parent, at least one rather, and they're all very very lonely people, and the idea of them finding companionship in each other is great.

If maria was young in canon I do have to admit I don't know if I'd ship Ruby with Weiss, or Maria more, but thankfully with fanfic I don't have to make such a choice.

#2 jailbirds

I feel like this gets slept on because it's a m/f ship. I have no honest idea why people ship Robyn with winter instead because Qrow outside of Ruby and Yang is the only person to show interest in who Qrow is as a person.

Clover usually just ignored Qrow's semblance or feelings because he didn't HAVE to deal with the side effects of Qrow's semblance, but Robyn, did, and does.

She stays regardless. On the plane when Clover got up and was about to arrest Qrow, Robyn literally goes straight to the nuclear option of 'i will murder you if you try to arrest this man'.

She, and Qrow are both headstrong people, but Qrow has shown he's willing to listen to her, and she to him. She talked him down from wanting to murder Ironwood, he clearly values and listens to her.

She built him a monument to his niece, and they have complimentary fighting styles (she can fight out of range of his semblance ala Ruby in the Tyrian fight). They're both the sort of fighter who learns the same way.

When the chance to escape happens the first thing they do is make sure the other is alright.

Time, and time again she has had to deal with his semblance (hey plane crash, tyrian escaping, getting arrested and so on), and the bad luck it brings, and time and time again she has consistently chosen to be there for Qrow, and treat him like a person and not his semblance.

Imagine Qrow having a bad day, and then Robyn just gently takes his hand, and tells him he is more than his semblance, and he's a great person worth getting to know, and she's not leaving, and then her hands glow green.

Just god man, but not let's ship Robyn and Winter because it's two women who never interact but are both from Atlas. Gag me.

I have more, but eh flooding your ask enough as is.

Confession #110

[agent-phoenix-secret-acc]

do you have any pets?

⚠️CW⚠️

I used to! But not anymore...

I used to have this lovely pet goldfish. A lovely lil guy. His name was Goldie. I remember I used to keep him in a little aquarium on my desk. I had stolen him while on a mission.

The reason I no longer have him is because one day (pre-death engine), he just disappeared. I looked everywhere for him. Had he jumped out of his tank somehow? Flopped around and died? I was scared and upset cuz I couldn't find him. It was sad, but he was just gone. I got over it after a day or two, though upset, I had work to do.

The thing is, a week later, one of the other agents walked into my office, smiling smugly, holding a plate with a tiny, cooked fish inside...

[ikoarts]

The Seagull and the Jailbird

After a plot-gone-wrong splits up a group of thieves, and leaves the young delinquent, Sonny, in the hands of the police, Edward, as usual, makes it his mission to help the boy find his footing and to mould him into an upstanding member of society. Suddenly in an odd position where he is given a chance to change and to live the life he's always wanted, rather than the one he was born into, Sonny is now facing one of the biggest challenges yet - freedom.

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Very excited to start posting this, it's been awhile in the works! The first chapter of my TTTE fic, The Seagull and the Jailbird <3

If you like angst, dadward, cosy vibes, and Sonny actually getting some much needed backstory, this one's for you! Hope you enjoy!

[animamii]

Kiss Me Thru The Phone | Toji Fushiguro

Toji's been locked up for too long and misses his pretty girl deeply.

Was listening to Kiss Me Thru The Phone by Soulja Boy, which was always my go to song for my irl jailbird cougarrrr. But Toji is better so it's his song now c;

warnings; smut, duh. phone sex.

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This is a collect call from Tokyo Correctional Facility from

"Toji Fushiguro," his voice raspy and nonchalant as always, a stark contrast to the excitement bubbling inside you.

If you accept the charges, please press 1.

Like second nature you instantly press one. 'This phone call will be recorded and subject to monitoring...' the autonomous voice instructs. The line clicks, a soft trill signaling the connection, and then a faint beeping tone echoes through your receiver. Your heart pounds in anticipation, your grip on the phone tightening as the line goes silent for just a beat too long. A beeping tone goes off, and your heart beats heavily.

"Hey princess," Toji's voice, low and gravelly, rolls through the phone. A smile instantaneously forms on your face, it's been a while since you had spoken to Toji on the phone. His ass was always getting thrown into ad seg for one reason or another.

"Hi baby," your voice is soft and sweet, and Toji feels his heart swelling as he finally hears your voice in what feels like forever. No matter how hardened life makes him, hearing your voice always makes him melt.

“Damn, it’s good to hear you,” he mutters, his tone a little softer now. "They threw my ass in the hole cause some fuckface wanted to try and take the box of Honeybuns from the package you sent me last week."

"Of course they did," you reply with a light laugh, shaking your head. "You can't go a month without stirring up trouble, can you?"

"It's not my fault," Toji defends, the familiar cockiness in his voice making your stomach flutter. "You send me the good shit, princess. You think I'm gonna let some punk get his hands on my Honeybuns?"

You bite your lip to suppress a giggle, imagining him in his element, standing tall and intimidating, defending your care package like his life depended on it. "Well, at least now I know how much you appreciate my efforts."

"Appreciate?" Toji scoffs playfully. "Baby, I worship the ground you walk on for those packages. You should see these guys. They're practically drooling over the stuff you send me. It’s like I’m a king in here."

"Aweee babyyyy," you coo, biting your lip as your cheeks heat up. Toji always knew just what to say to make you feel giddy like a young girl in love for the first time. "Just for that I'll send you something extra special next week."

Toji lets out a low chuckle, the sound deep and raspy, sending a warm shiver down your spine. "You’re too good to me, princess. You’ve got me spoiled," he says, and though his tone is teasing, there’s a genuine softness beneath his words.

"Someone’s gotta take care of you," you reply, your voice playful but full of affection. "You’re lucky I love you enough to deal with all this drama."

"Lucky doesn’t even cover it," Toji mutters, his voice dropping an octave. "I don’t deserve you, but I’m not letting you go. Ever."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, the weight of his sincerity making your chest tighten. "You don’t have to," you whisper. "I’m not going anywhere, Toji."

"Good," he says firmly, the possessiveness in his tone sending a rush of heat through you. "Cause when I get out of here, you’re mine. Completely. No one else gets a second of your time."

"You already have me," you say softly, the vulnerability in your voice making him pause.

"I know," he murmurs after a moment, his tone unusually tender. "And that’s the only thing keeping me sane in this place. Knowing I’ve got you waiting for me on the other side."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them away, refusing to let the sadness take over. "I’ll always be here, baby. No matter how long it takes."

"Enough about me though," he tries to change the subject, hearing the vulnerability in your voice. He hates knowing you're missing him like that, especially when he can't do anything about it. "How’s my pretty girl?” he asks, his voice dropping to that lower, huskier tone that always makes your stomach flutter.

“I’m okay,” you reply, leaning back against the couch as you let yourself sink into his voice. “But I’d be better if you were here.”

A low chuckle rumbles through the phone. “Trust me, princess, I’d do anything to be there with you right now.” Toji looks around his surroundings, the dreary cement walls and identical cell doors that go on and on. He leans against the divider that separates all the phones, metal phone wire feeling cool against his arm. It's late at night, most of the prisoners already in their cells asleep. Toji was lucky enough to know someone on the inside, getting the privilege to have late night calls with you, getting as much privacy as he could get. A single guard supervises him haphazardly.

The thought of him—of his rough hands on your skin, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered all the things he wanted to do to you—makes heat pool low in your belly. The distance between you feels unbearable, but his voice keeps you grounded, tethered to the connection you share.

“What are you wearing?” he asks suddenly, his tone playful but suggestive.

“Toji,” you laugh, your cheeks flushing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m serious,” he replies, his voice darkening with desire. “I need a little something to keep me going while I’m stuck in here.”

You glance down at your oversized t-shirt, wearing nothing but that and some panties. biting your lip as a grin creeps onto your face. “Nothing special,” you tease. “Just your t-shirt, the one I stole from you.”

"Just my shirt? Nothing else?" He clears his throat with a grunt, looking around to make sure nobody else could hear. Although let's face it, he wouldn't care regardless.

"Mmm that and some panties of course. Like I always wear to bed," you respond, playing with the hem of your shirt mindlessly. The shirt itself wafted of Toji's musky scent, piney with a dash of smoke and a hint of jasmine.

"What panties?" Toji tries to imagine you, all pretty and barefaced, ready for bed in one of his shirts that swallow your frame. No bra, the outline of your nipples showing through the soft fabric. The bottom of your ass poking out from under his shirt.

"The frilly lacy baby pink pair you got me from Victoria's Secret," pulling up your shirt just enough to see the panties you wear, Toji being oh so familiar with the pair. "You know, the ones I wore when we went to that fancy Brazilian steak house, and you made me keep them on as you fucked me in the bathroom?"

He groans softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Damn, you know what that does to me, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” you reply, your voice light but filled with heat. Toji started this little game, but you could play it better.

"Fuck I miss you princess," his voice is gravelly, needy as he bites his lip.

"I miss you too baby," your lip curls into a sweet smile, words sounding like sugar.

"No, like I really miss you," Toji looks down at the scratchy sweatpants he's forced to wear, seeing the bulge he now adorns getting bigger and bigger as he paints an image of your pretty self.

"Oh?"

"Wanna help me out ma?" The raspiness of his sultry voice has you weak in the knees and you could almost perfectly picture the wolfish grin he was wearing.

"Toji I don't know..." Feeling bashful, your teeth tug at your lip as you contemplate. Sure you've mailed him pretty pictures with way to much cleavage, some in revealing outfits and "bathing suits", but never have you ever had phone sex with him while he's been locked up.

"C'mon mama, I really need you right now. Miss you so much. Miss your gorgeous face. Miss your cute smile. That pretty pussy of yours." At this point he was rock hard, erection now prominent even in those baggy sweatpants.

"Aren't you in public right now, love?" Raising an eyebrow, you try to imagine Toji as he's in a corner of the public area, standing next to one of the phones that's stuck to the wall.

"Relax princess, it's already past curfew. I got special phone privileges courtesy of Shiu. Pays to know people inside," he clicks his tongue proudly, his smirk almost audible.

"Mmm okay, if you say so baby," sinking down more into the couch, obliging with a tint of pink on your cheeks.

"That's my girl." There's a slight pause, then a rustling sound as Toji leans closer to the phone. "Now, put the phone on speaker so I can hear every little thing, okay princess?"

"Okay, Toji." Turning on speakerphone, you set the phone on the arm of the couch right next to where your head rests. So, what do you want me to do first, baby?" you ask, your voice tinged with playfulness and a hint of arousal.

Toji's chuckle is low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. "Well, for starters... tell me exactly what you're wearing."

You bite your lip, glancing down at yourself before responding, "Like I said earlier, just your old shirt and that pair of baby pink lace panties. Nothing else."

His mind was so foggy with lust and need that he had forgot he asked you that, causing that hard predicament that sits in his pants. "Oh, right. That pretty pink pair that I like to slide to the side and fuck you in."

Your breathing hitches, the heat pooling in your core at his words. Toji’s voice, low and laden with want, is enough to make your body respond instantly. You shift slightly, your thighs squeezing together as the familiar ache begins to build.

“You remember everything, don’t you?” you tease, though your voice comes out softer than you intended.

“How could I forget?” he rasps, his tone sending a delicious shiver down your spine. “You looked so fucking good in them. Still do, I bet. Are they wet yet, princess?” Toji reels his memories, thinking of your legs spread open, showing that cute little damp patch of arousal that would soak through the frilly material.

Your cheeks flush crimson, his bluntness never failing to catch you off guard. “Maybe,” you admit shyly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs approvingly. “Touch yourself for me, baby. I wanna hear those sweet little sounds you make when you think of me.” A hand goes into his sweats, palming himself through his boxers. It didn't bother him in the slightest that anyone could see. His perfect girl was on the line, moaning and mewling just for him and he wanted—no needed—to get off to you.

“Toji,” you breathe out, the warmth spreading through your chest and settling low in your belly. You hesitate for just a moment before letting your hand slip beneath the hem of your shirt, your fingertips brushing against the lace of your panties. “I miss you,” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly.

“Fuck, I miss you too,” he groans, the sound of his restraint evident in his tone. “Keep going, princess. Tell me what you’re doing.”

Your hand slips beneath the lace, your fingers dipping into the slick heat between your thighs. “I’m... I’m touching myself,” you confess, your voice trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.

“Good girl,” Toji growls, his words like a low purr that rumbles through the receiver. “You know how much I love hearing you, baby. Don’t hold back. Let me hear those pretty little moans.”

Your free hand clutches at the couch cushion as your fingers begin to move in slow, deliberate circles. The sound of Toji’s breathing, heavy and uneven, fills your ear and fuels the fire building inside you. Closing your eyes, you imagine it's him hovering over you, fingers teasing your clit just how he always does.

“Toji,” you whimper, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“That’s it, princess,” he encourages, his voice thick with need. “Keep saying my name. Let me know how good it feels.”

You close your eyes, letting his voice guide you as your movements grow more insistent. “I wish you were here; my fingers can't do what yours do,” you whisper, your words shaky as the pleasure builds. “I need you so bad, Toji.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he groans, the sound of rustling fabric on his end letting you know he’s just as affected as you are. “I’d do anything to have you under me right now. To feel how tight you’d squeeze me when I’m deep inside you.” His hand finally snakes its way inside his boxers, his calloused finger soothing his aching red tip. Palm wrapped around the top, squeezing it in imitation of your tight walls.

"That's all I can think about, Toji," soft, needy whimpers leave your throat, "Having my legs on your shoulders as you break me off. Hitting that one spot deep inside me that always gets me creaming on your cock." Flashbacks of Toji's large hands holding you down, fucking into you as he forces you to watch, that frothy white ring around the base of his dick forming as juice splatter from his impact.

"Yeah, princess?" Toji groans, his voice dipping even lower, roughened by his own need. "You always know how to rile me up, don’t you? Keep talking, tell me exactly how you'd want me to fuck you."

You bite your lip, the weight of his words sending a fresh wave of heat through your core. "I’d want it slow at first," your fingers circle your clit agonizingly slow. Almost torturous like Toji does. "You’d tease me," you murmur, your voice catching as your fingers dip lower. "Make me beg for it, wouldn’t you? Make me tell you how much I need it, need you."

"Fuck," Toji growls, his breathing heavy in your ear. His hand strokes himself in sync with your words, his rough palm sliding over his length as he imagines you beneath him, squirming, needy, desperate. "I’d make you wait, baby. You know I love hearing you beg for me, hearing that pretty little voice say my name."

A shaky whimper escapes your lips, the sound almost too loud in the stillness of your living room. "I’d be so wet for you," you whisper, voice trembling as your fingers circle faster, dipping between your folds to gather more of your slickness. "You wouldn’t even have to ask, Toji. I’d be ready for you the second you touched me."

"Shit," he groans, gripping himself tighter as he pictures it. "You’d be dripping down your thighs, wouldn’t you? Making a fucking mess of yourself while you wait for me to fill you up."

"Yes," you gasp, your back arching against the couch as your body reacts to his words. Your free hand clutches at the fabric of his shirt, grounding yourself in his scent, his voice, the memory of his touch. "I need you so bad, Toji. I need to feel you stretching me out, filling me up until I can't take it anymore."

"Dip those pretty little fingers of yours inside your pussy, princess. Imagine it's me curling them and hitting that soft spot in ya," he grunts, trying to imagine the feeling of your tiny hole enveloping his large fingers.

You let out a soft moan, obeying his request, slipping two fingers into your warmth. The wet sound fills the quiet of the room, mixing with his heavy breathing on the line.

“I... I’m doing it, Toji,” you manage between hitched breaths. “It’s not the same... I can’t stretch myself like you do.”

“Fucking hell,” he growls, his hand pumping faster now, imagining the way your body clings to him when he’s buried inside you. “Tell me how it feels, princess. I need to hear everything.”

Your cheeks flush, the embarrassment drowned out by the heat curling in your belly. “It feels... good, but not enough. I can’t reach as deep as you, baby. I need you here. I need your fingers, your cock... all of you.”

“Shit, keep talking like that, and I’m gonna cum before you do,” he groans, his voice thick with frustration and longing. His strokes become erratic, the image of you—the sounds you're making—driving him closer to the edge. “I’d have you spread out under me right now, pretty legs shaking while I fuck you open. You’d take me so well, wouldn’t you?”

“Uh huh~,” you whimper, arching into your touch, fingers moving faster as you imagine him over you, his broad shoulders, the weight of his body pressing you down. “I’d take you so good... like I always do. I’d make such a mess for you.”

“You’d be dripping all over my cock, wouldn’t you? So tight, so perfect for me,” he rasps, his voice hitching slightly as his own hand works faster. You can hear the faint rustle of fabric, the wet sound of his strokes, and it sends a thrill through you, knowing he’s as close to the edge as you are.

“Toji, I’m so close,” you whine, your voice trembling with the mounting pleasure.

“Good girl,” he groans, his tone commanding but filled with adoration. “Let it go, princess. Cum for me. I wanna hear those pretty sounds when you fall apart for me.”

His words push you over the edge, a broken cry escaping your lips as your body tenses and then releases, waves of pleasure crashing through you. Toji’s name spills from your mouth in a litany, each moan sweeter than the last.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice a low growl as he follows you over the edge, his own release ripping through him. You can hear his breaths, heavy and uneven, as he murmurs your name like a prayer.

For a moment, the two of you are silent, the only sounds the soft hum of the line and your shared breaths as you come down from the high.

“I needed that,” Toji finally mutters, his voice lighter now, the teasing edge creeping back in. "Been so pent up, jerking off to those pretty pictures you mail me like I'm a horny teenager."

You laugh softly, trying to imagine a sexually frustrated Toji hunched over your selfies trying to get himself off. “You’re insatiable, Toji.”

“For you? Always,” he replies, the warmth in his voice making your chest tighten with affection. "I miss being able to bend you over and fuck you wherever and whenever I want."

"Mmmm, I miss that too, baby," you hum, walking to the sink to wash your arousal-stained fingers. "Miss having my man with me all the time. Gets so lonely without my lover."

"I fucking love you, you know that?" Toji murmurs after a beat, his voice softer now, filled with an almost boyish sincerity.

A smile tugs at your lips, your heart swelling at his words. "I love you too, Toji," you reply, your voice tender.

The automated voice interrupts the moment, announcing that the call will end in one minute. Your chest tightens at the reminder, and you clutch the phone, wishing you could hold onto him just a little longer.

“You better be ready for me when I get out,” he says, his tone turning serious, almost possessive. “I’m not wasting a single second. First thing I’m doing is coming straight to you, and you’re not leaving my bed for days.”

"I'll be counting down the days, baby," a honeyed mewl leaves your lips, feeling light and airy still from your orgasm. "Until then... Behave yourself Toji Fushiguro."

He chuckles, the sound low and rich, and you can practically hear the grin in his voice. "No promises, princess," he teases. "But I’ll try. For you. Now before it hangs up, kiss me through the phone, baby."

Your heart squeezes at his request, the playful yet sincere edge in his voice making your chest ache with longing. Pressing the phone closer to your lips, you whisper, "Mwah," letting it carry all the tenderness you can muster.

A low hum of approval comes through the line. "Mmm, that’s what I like to hear," he drawls, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I’ll be dreaming about that one, princess."

The automated voice chimes in again, colder this time, signaling the end of the call in mere seconds. "I love you," you blurt out, the words rushing out like a lifeline.

"I love you more," he says firmly, the weight of his promise grounding you. "Be good for me, princess. I’ll be home before you know it."

The line clicks dead before you can respond, the abrupt silence leaving an ache in its wake. You lower the phone slowly, staring at the screen as if willing it to light up again with his name. His words replay in your head. You could hold it down for him, he'll be home before you know it.

[peachymilkandcream]

Jailbird|Part 2|Levi x Evelyn AU

WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, forced exhibitionism, sexual coercion, blackmail, misogyny, sex trafficking, orgy, forced threesomes, ffm, cuckquean, etc.

NOTE: All mentioned AOT characters are timeskip age

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Evelyn held her tray close to her chest, nerves suddenly overtaking her. It was like high school all over again, the new girl in school who knew no one and was afraid to approach them. Tables of other women crowded the stark and bare lunchroom, each of them eyeing her up like she was a fresh piece of meat to be butchered. Its like they knew she was scared, that she wasn't as tough as these other women here. This would be a long two years.

The only empty spot was at the end of a table near the corner, the group already occupying it huddled together in a group so Evelyn could sit in relative peace.

As she sat, she couldn't help but naturally eavesdrop on the conversation already happening.

"So? Your turn." One inmate asked another.

"Who else? The only man here is the warden, and he's pretty hot."

They are a few nods and murmurs of agreement. "Him and maybe Annie or Mikasa, they've got the same personality."

"So you're into authority huh?"

The woman blushes while the others laugh, making some crude jokes at her expense. It was clear what they were talking about, and Evelyn could feel her cheeks heating up at their words. She was surprised that so many of these women were willing to offer themselves to Levi considering how he was. She would never be caught dead wanting to sleep with a man like that considering what he believed, didn't matter if he was the only man here, the last man on earth even! Evelyn had managed to get through life without succumbing to anyone, she could definitely get through two years, especially when the man was so vile.

"What about you?" One of them nods towards Evelyn, nudging her slightly to get her attention. This isn't how she had hoped to find friends, especially since she had a clearly different opinion of the warden they were all enamored with.

"I-" She bites her lip, hesitating. "I haven't really been here long, I don't have my eye on anyone yet."

They seem surprised. "Really? Usually you newbies are all over the warden's dick."

Evelyn resisted the urge to grimace and gag, she didn't want to gain enemies so quickly. "I haven't gotten a chance to get a good look at him yet-" The lie was quick and hasty, and she hoped they didn't see through it.

Thankfully they seem to accept it, nodding in agreement. "Fair enough, but if you're interested, rumor has it that he's open to whipping it out if you're pretty enough."

Now she looked away to make sure that they didn't see the revulsion in her face. It didn't entirely surprise her either, he seemed like the type of guy who would fuck anything that had a pulse. Perhaps there was a reason that he was the only man here, with such a shit attitude the lack of competition probably fueled his fragile ego.

"Thanks for the heads up." Evelyn returned to her meal, hoping to avoid any more embarrassing questions. However she couldn't ignore the one woman at the head of the table giving her glares. It was as if she was sizing her up, determining what kind of woman Evelyn was and how to rip her down.

She shivered and quickly looked away. The last thing she wanted was to get on her bad side.

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Levi had taken his usual tour of the grounds, making sure that his reign as supreme was still secured among the inmates. He was the one who set the tone of the prison and made the rules, all of these weak and pathetic women were under his iron grip and would submit or break.

Which he usually didn't have a problem with, until Evelyn.

Something about her pissed him off, the way that she stared him down, like she was judging him for something he had done. Levi had done a lot, but the last thing he wanted was to be reminded of it, especially by a woman. A woman's job was to bend over, not act morally superior. That was his job.

He had seen her today, seen how she squirmed and writhed under the pressure of her peers, she already knew there was a hierarchy, a food chain, and she was on the bottom. Without friends, she'd be eaten alive. He couldn't wait to watch the aftermath, watch her broken down and beaten into a shell that only he could glue back together. It had happened before, it would happen again. A vicious cycle that awaited any that had been unfortunate enough to be transferred here. Evelyn would be no different, sooner or later she would crumble.

As he opened the door to his office a wide grin came to his face. "Petra, you're not supposed to be wandering around without a guard."

She smiled, knowing where she ranked with him among her fellow inmates. "No one was looking, besides, they all know I'm your favorite, and they want to keep you happy, right?"

He hummed in agreement, shutting the door and locking it behind him. "Favorite, perhaps. Obedient, most definitely. I enjoy it when a woman knows what her place is and how to please me. It seems you've learned that lesson long ago."

Petra smiles wider and walks closer to him, the zipper on her jumpsuit slowly trailing down. "Of course, I'm surprised these other girls haven't gotten the memo yet."

"Most have, the new ones always need a good reminder." He places his hands on her hips, gripping them possessively. "Which reminds me, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Oh? I'm honored."

"Don't flatter yourself. One of the new transfers, Evelyn, I'll get you her number."

Petra frowned. "What of her?"

"She's taken up the habit of being arrogant and insulting. I'd like for you to deal with it."

Now her expression brightens. "Really? And what do I get in return?"

"Nothing, I give you enough special privileges. And besides, I know you'll enjoy it."

She shrugs. "Can't blame a girl for trying."

Levi smirked again. "Enough talking, bend over and put that cunt to good use."

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

I don’t know why but I suddenly can’t stop thinking about Irida and Her choices in Ounce of Prevention. Feel free to just ignore this if you’re still planning to update it someday, absolutely no pressure, but I’m just so curious as to where her arc would have taken her.

Thanks for infecting my brain btw, genuinely.

OH YEAH OK THIS IS FUN! uh. i don't wanna say i'm Not gonna update oop ever again but we are firmly in the malev mines rn and all my writing energy is going to other projects, lol. and yeah regardless of whether i do go back to it or not, it would probably still be fun to yap rn about the stuff i had plotted out!!

(contd. PLA character rambing + OOP spoilers(???) under the cut)

so irida's arc is, probably obviously, kind of inextricably tied up with adaman's. they both develop as mirrors of each other. like, they do not get along as people because they have been arguing nonstop for years, BUT, by the same token, they have been fighting for years & so know each other really well, on a surface "i can predict your next words with almost perfect accuracy" way. and the rift crisis in OOP is, even moreso than in canon, the impetus for them to finally work out their differences and bond and etc.

and in irida's case this means, like. she is someone who is and has been under enormous pressure to Be A Good Leader. not just for her people, but for The Pearl Clan as an entity, as a body of tradition and faith. she has to do everything right, make all the right calls, be wise and just and worthy of sinnoh's faith in her. as a consequence she second-guesses herself constantly, and tends to fall back on the guidance of those she views as more experienced than herself... whiiiich is what led directly to her agreeing to imprison ingo. rip. so her arc is abt her recognizing that actually, she can't be a perfect leader all on her own, that trying to force herself into this individualism just leads to her unconsciously trusting the wrong people and getting others hurt.

and like i said, this whole coming to terms with her flaws happens parallel to adaman's own arc, bc they were going to be traveling around together for the next solid chunk of the fic (i decided to split all the PLA fetchquests between parties, so adaman and irida were going to be plate collecting.) which also means that she's forced to recognize that while adaman is very bad at holding to formality and tradition, and weak on the spiritual side of leadership, he is legitimately very good at managing his people. (likewise, adaman has to recognize that despite irida's youth and lack of confidence, her knowledge of hisui and the clans is deep & she's good at managing that side of things.)

the ultimate resolution of this in the very sketchy outline i have that far was that it comes to light that the clans were formerly one single entity that underwent a fracturing in the last rift crisis, and after all the Character Growth™ (on the part of the leaders and also just sort of everyone in hisui generally), they decide to reunify the clans bc they've realized they are much better leaders as a pair than they are apart. BUT like i said that was a very sketchy outline so it could have changed along the way, who knows !

[ivormybeloved]

Haha. Will Wood

[powertaco]

Resident RWBY 4 - Wallhacks

The team uses lateral thinking to help save some time. More names are added to the MIA list. Sadly none are Jaune.