#theodore bagwell x reader

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine T-Bag thinking you’re tastier than any pastry he’s had.

“Well hey there, cherry pie.” T-Bag said, approaching you. You were new on the kitchen staff, and had hurried out of the kitchen to give some help to the servers who were dealing with a rather boisterous inmate.

‘Keep your chin down, no eye contact, don’t react to them,’ You reminded yourself of the rules. They weren’t just the rules from the warden, but the rules that you lived by every second that you were in this place. Not all the men were bad, but there were certain ones you avoided.

Like this guy.

“Why don’t you come on this side of the counter and let me see how dessert tastes,” He licked his lips. Were he not a criminal, a disgusting one at that, you might even have found him handsome. But knowing what you knew - you didn’t look at him at all, but just switched a nearly empty tray of potatoes with a full, freshly made batch.

You didn’t look back as you walked away, but you could feel T-Bag’s eyes on you. He acted like this everytime he saw you - like it was some sort of game.

If only he knew how much it affected you.

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Teddy Bear/Theodore Bagwell

⚠️DISCLAIMER - IN MY HEAD AND IN MY FIXS HE IS NOT A RAPIST OR PEDO AND THIS IS BECAUSE I WOULD DO HORRIBLY SLUTTY THINGS TO HIM IF GIVEN THE CHANCE AND I NEED TO GET MY HORNINESS OUT SOMEHOW AND THERE IS NO CONTENT FOR THIS MAN. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I AM THIRSTY. THIS MAN MAKES ME FERAL.⚠️

Summary: You started sleeping in T-Bag's room because you needed him for comfort. You continued because you needed him for... something else.

Warnings: SMUT. Mentions of violence, PTSD.

...

The first time you slept in T-Bag's room was because you needed him. You were hard to read, you learned to be in prison. You maintained a level of secrecy designed to ensure your weaknesses could not be found. You watched more than you did, listened more than you spoke, and generally tried to make sure that you had a good read on those around you even if they knew nothing of you. It was how you operated.

When Gretchen took you... it was brutality like you had never seen. You tried to avoid looking at the ugly scars on your back, you slept with a gun beside you and a knife under your pillow. You hated the feeling of anything touching your wrists after being shackled for so long. Death would have been a dream locked up under her watch.

When you and LJ were handed over you isolated for days, only opening the door to your room in the compound when Michael or Sarah left food outside for you. When you and T-Bag broke into a charity event to steal the SCYLA card you thought for sure Gretchen had found you once again and you grabbed him and yanked him into a storage closet with you. In the cramped dark closet with a confused T-Bag you began to panic, gripping his arms until you're knuckles turned white. It took him a moment to understand what was happening. Slowly he wrapped his arms around you, running his hand through your hair and pressing your face into his neck. He hushed you, mumbling in your ear that it wasn't Gretchen, she was dead.

"Teddy's got you, sweetheart. Nobody is ever going to hurt you again, I'm here now."

It was that night that you knocked on T-Bag's door for the first time. You had laid in your bed tossing and turning for hours. If it was only an inability to sleep you would have just laid in bed, but it was also a suffocating feeling of paranoia. You felt like she was there with you.

You werent sure why it was him you needed, you suspected it was because he was the only one who had seen you panic like that. You had never been held by Sarah or Sucre or Alex or anyone else. You had never spoke more than what was necessary to any of them. You hadnt to T-Bag either, but you enjoyed his company. He made you crack a smile with his stupid one liners and witty comebacks.

You were half expecting T-Bag to be asleep. You jumped a bit when he opened the door, hair tousled and eyes half closed. He was wearing a tank top and boxers and took a moment to realize it was you standing outside his door.

"What a surprise. What can I do for you, Señorita?"

You weren't quite sure what to say. "I don't want to be alone," You admitted, chewing on your lip.

To your surprise, T-Bag didn't wink or make a suggestive comment, he simply stepped aside, motioning for you to enter.

You walked into his room, perching on the side of his bed. It was cold in his room, your legs and arms becoming littered with gooseflesh under your shorts and t shirt.

T-Bag laid down beside you, holding open the blanket for you to lay down with him. "You want to talk? Or just cuddle with Teddy?"

The childish language and third person referencing should have irritated you, but honestly, it was comforting. He seemed genuine, in his own T-Bag kind of way. So, you laid down beside him, facing away. You pulled one arm around you and laid your head over his other arm, just above his prosthetic. "Well now, making yourself comfortable, huh?"

You smiled, glad he couldn't see it. "What, is your arm gonna go numb?"

T-Bag chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck. You hoped he didn't notice you shudder.

"I s'pose not."

You slept a bit that night, feeling warm and protected. You disappeared before he woke up.

...

The second time you slept in his bed was a few nights later. You went to him earlier that night, this time he greeted you with a smile and guided you in with his arm around you.

You did the same thing the next night, and the next, and a few more times. The difference was how late you stayed into the morning.

He never tried anything with you, never even initiated. He did wake up with a stiff cock in his shorts a few times, but most men did. He usually just rolled over. It was odd, seeing T-Bag be so careful with you. He'd always made comments before, and still did during the day - but not at night, not when you came to him in need.

...

This night was different. You needed Teddy to sleep, now. He referred to himself as Teddy Bear teasingly, but he was right. You needed his comfort, his warmth. And now, you needed something else.

You were completely naked under a large t shirt tonight. Your heart beat fast as you walked down the hallway. Your hair was down, your skin smooth from being freshly shaved and lotioned.

You knocked on the door, as always, and were greeted by a smiling Teddy, as always.

"I was beginning to worry you weren't coming, Sugar. I was getting a little tired."

You said nothing as you climbed in bed with him and waited to feel his warmth behind you. He settled in, onw arm under your head, one tucked around your waist, his face buried in your neck. He breathed in deeply, "You smell sweet," he mumbled. "It's nice."

"Thanks," You let your hand drop down to Teddy's, running your fingers over his wrist, "mind if I turn off the light?"

"'Course not."

You planned this, of course. Leaned up you made sure to stretch extra far, your shirt riding up under Teddy's hand and leaving it laying on your bare hip. You felt Teddy's fingers stiffen, realizing your shorts weren't under your shirt like they always were, nor were your underwear.

His voice lowered in your ear, hand locked onto your hip. "I think you forgot something, Miss Y/N."

"Did I forget anything else?"

Teddy didn't move at first, almost waiting for you to take it back. Slowly, his fingertips moved up your side, under your shirt, and up to your bare breasts. He sucked in a slow, deep breath as his hand finally came to softly squeeze your breast. He fondled your breast a few more times before moving to your nipple. He growled into your neck when you shifted to an angle that allowed him to touch your other breast.

"Y/N," his tone was strained, like it was physically difficult for him to get the words out, "If you're backing out you gotta do it now, darlin'."

You slowly moved his hand from under your shirt and sat up beside him. You watched him close his eyes, taking several controlled breaths. He laid on his back, rubbing his face with his hands. If you were a cruel woman, you'd let him suffer. Instead, you smiled softly to yourself and lifted your shirt over your head, dropping over Teddy's face.

In the time it took him to fumble with the shirt you pulled out the stiff cock peeking from the hole in his boxers and got on all fours, making a show of your ass and arching your back.

Teddy let out a low groan when he saw you, on all fours beside him, eyes sparkling with a naughty smirk as you licked the red tip of his cock. His eyes were frighteningly dark now, that tongue of his peaking out on his lip and his hand fisted in the blanket.

You took a few inches of him into your mouth, using your hand to stroke what you weren't sure you could fit. Teddy let his head fall back on his pillow, low groans and curses falling from his lips as you sucked. He looked up every once in a while, he needed to take in the view he had of your breasts just grazing the mattress and your ass in the air.

It took a lot of willpower, but after a few moments Teddy put two fingers under your chin and gently pushed your head up and off of his cock. He sat up, pulled off his tank top, lifted his hips, and tossed off his shorts. Then he laid back on the bed, shimmying down into the mattress, and grinned at you. His tongue darted out onto his lip - that tongue thing drove you crazy.

"C'mon over, darlin'. Sit down, give Teddy a taste."

You felt a shiver run down your body at the thought. You felt a bit insecure, but there was no way you'd be turning down that offer. You swung a leg over him and faced the wall, a knee on either side of his head. His eyes glinted up at you as he grabbed your hips and tugged you down onto his mouth.

You let your head fall back as he started on you. He kept his prosthetic arm locked onto your waist and he lowered his other hand behind you, playing with himself as he ate. His tongue was everything you'd dreamed it would be. It went deeply into your cunt a few times, then came back and circled around your clit. He nibbled and sucked and licked as you rocked a bit on his face, desperate for more of whatever the hell he was doing to you. One of your hands was pressed against the wall, the other scratching lightly at his scalp. He moaned against you, still rubbing himself behind you.

It was a slow building orgasm, the heat in your lower belly growing and your body beginning to tingle. You were trying your best to keep the volume down, the last thing you needed was everyone making fun of you two come morning, but the closer you got to cumming the harder silence became. You felt your thighs beginning to shake around his head, and you tried to raise up and catch a break, afraid you would cry out. Teddy's arm roughly yanked you back down, locking around your hip. He released his cock, bringing his hand up to smack your ass, scolding you for pulling away. Then, he reached up and pushed two fingers into you, still sucking on your clit. Your whole body began to quake as he gently massaged the inside of your cunt. He chuckled as you froze, body completely rigid as you fell over the edge. You covered your own mouth with your hand, letting out a choked cry and continuing to rock on his face. He withdrew his fingers and became more gentle with his licking, easing you through your orgasm until you were trembling over him. On shaking legs you rose up off of him, shuddering as he pressed one more kiss to your clit. You plopped down beside him, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. He sat up, pushing your hair behind your ear and leaning in, almost kissing you.

"You taste as good as you look, pretty girl." He leaned in a little closer, brushing his lips against yours. You were too impatient to wait, pressing your lips against his mouth, still wet from you. He reached up and cradled the back of your head in his hand, rubbing circles in the spot behind your ear. You held his face in your hands, heart racing. You kissed for a few moments, soft moans leaving your mouth into his. He began speaking between kisses, unable to keep the smile from his face. "You know how hard it was keeping my hands to myself, Miss Y/N?"

He settled between your legs, the tip of his dick brushing up against your inner thigh. "Sleeping next to you every night? That ass up against me? I swear I could hear that pretty pussy calling my name."

He laid against you, propped up on his elbows, still kissing you as he spoke, "This ain't gonna be the last time, darlin'. I'm gonna need to taste you again, and I'm gonna need to feel you again."

You reached down between you, rubbing him against your wet pussy.

"That's my good girl," he growled, pushing himself into you slowly. "I told you your Teddy Bear was gonna take of you."

You let out a whine. You hadnt noticed the slight curve in Teddy's dick, but you did now. It was rubbing against that delicious spot that his fingers had found earlier, sending shudders and heat through your body every time he hit it. Teddy fucked you in slow, deep, controlled thrusts. He nuzzled his head against your neck, sucking on your skin and mumbling dirty things. Your nails dug into his back and your legs locked around his waist as you tried to muffle your cries.

"Aw now baby don't go holding it in. Let everybody out there hear Teddy make you feel good. Make sure they know you're mine now. All mine, Miss Y/N. That pussy is too good to be anyone else's. You belong with me."

His works were a mixture of sexy and sweet. You felt like he might really mean them. You hoped he meant them.

You let out a pathetic whine as he pulled out of you and he chuckled, shaking loose from your hold and sitting back on his knees. He motioned for you to sit up as well, and then for you to turn around. You sat on your knees, once again facing the wall. Teddy settled behind you, kissing your neck and holding you around the waist with his prosthetic arm. His other hand brought his cock to your pussy from behind, and you arched your back, laying your head on his shoulder. Teddy chuckled, "What a good fucking girl sticking that big ass out for her Teddy Bear."

He pushed in much faster this time now that you had grown accustomed to his size. You cried out as he began thrusting into you much harder and faster, his hand coming up to grip around your throat. He applied enough pressure to give you little pinpricks in your vision, but not enough to hurt you. Teddy would never hurt you.

"You take this big dick so good," he grunted in your ear, his voiced sounding strained now. "Is all this for me? Hm? Who's are you?"

"Yours, yours Teddy," You choked out, inhibited by both his hand and his dick.

"That's my pretty girl. All for me, all Teddy's."

He released your neck and waist and you fell forward on all fours, once again arching your back for him. He hit a new spot now, and you knew you wouldn't last long.

"Fuck, darlin'. Ain't no view of you I don't like." Teddy smacked your ass, still thrusting into you almost too deep to handle. "In fact you look so damn good right now I don't think I'm gonna be able to handle it much longer. Where you want me?"

"Inside," You moaned. You'd get a Plan B tomorrow...

"Dirty, dirty girl," he groaned. "Just look at that pretty pussy grippin' Teddy's big dick. You're gonna take it all, pretty girl. I'm gonna fill you up."

Teddy's filthy mouth was sending your mind spinning, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You arched into him just a little more until he hit the spot you needed, and then it hit you like a train. You couldn't keep this cry in, your body once again trembling. You felt your pussy pulse around his cock and your slick ran down your inner thighs. Teddy gave a strangled groan behind you, not expecting your pussy to grip him the way it did. You felt his dick stiffen and then twitch inside of you, hot cum filling you. He continued thrusting into you, his hand rubbing your ass. His moans and groans sent shivers through you - you loved a man that made a little noise. When he finally slowly pulled out he sat back, spreading your pussy open with his hand.

"Push out for me, darlin'."

You did, blushing when you felt a river of his cum gush out of you and down your thighs. Teddy let out a long moan watching it, and then delivered your ass one more good smack. "Too fuckn' good, pretty girl."

After a moment you fell onto your side, body still tingling and pussy swollen. Teddy got off the bed, leaning down and pressing another slow kiss to your lips before taking your hands and pulling you off the bed. You whined when you stood. You were exhausted now.

"You hush now," he scolded playfully. "C'mon."

You did not follow him to the door, raising an eyebrow when he turned around to look at you.

"Well we gotta shower off now, darlin'. We made a mess of ourselves."

"We're naked, Teddy."

He scoffed, opening the door. "Nobody's awake right now, pretty girl. And if they are, they're fuckin' too."

He walked out, leaving the door open behind him. You hesitated for a moment, but you were all sweaty and sticky... and you didn't want to pass up the opportunity to see Teddy all wet and dripping...

You followed behind him, trying to be quiet and hoping nobody saw you, shiny with sweat, red ass from Teddy's smacks, flushed face and messy hair and wet tracks leading from your pussy down you legs. You sprinted down the hallway and to the bathroom where Teddy had already turned on the shower and stepped in. You locked the door behind you and joined him.

Teddy was really a very sexy man. Strong, but not too muscular. His face was so sharp and dark and his eyes just seemed to radiate power. He had a little bit of chest hair, and now that you were looking, his cock was pretty impressive even soft.

He was already covered in soap, so he handed off the bottle and wash cloth to you. You flushed a bit as you washed yourself, noticing Teddy leaned against the shower wall with his arms crossing and his bottom lip in his teeth as he watched the soap cascade down your body. After you had cleaned off, he held his arms out to you, wrapping you in his tight embrace. His prosthetic arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you tightly against him. You let your head rest against his chest and he leaned his on yours. With his hand he gently massaged the back of your neck.

"I'm going to take care of you, pretty girl. You're all mine. Nobody's ever going to hurt you again."

You pulled back a bit, gently touching his face and pulling him into another deep kiss. You smiled against his lips when you felt his cock twitch against you.

...

When you made it back to Teddy's bed, laying on his chest while he played with your hair, you replayed the whole night in your mind over and over. You would probably replay it forever.

"You know what, Miss Y/N?"

"What, Teddy?"

"I think you spend an awful lot of time walking back and forth between our rooms - and I spend an awful lot of time waiting for you. It'd save us both a lot of energy if you just stayed with me."

"You asking me to move in, Teddy?"

He smiled, gently taking your chin in his hand and pulling you in for a soft kiss. "I am. I can keep you safe and satisfied much easier if you're always by my side. You know I'll take good care of you. You're my pretty girl."

You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks flush once again. "And after this is all over?"

Teddy softly touched the side of your face, "I'm thinking a nice, warm beach. You and me. We can make a good life somewhere close to the ocean. Far away from all of this foolishness."

You pressed one more kiss against his lips, then laid your head back on his chest.

"I like that idea."

Just you and your Teddy Bear.

[nikki-sixxs-jack-bottle]

Bound By Desire

John Abruzzi x reader

The cold, heavy metal doors to Fox River Penitentiary slid open with a loud buzz. Y/N’s shoes making ‘clink’ sounds on the metal floor as she signed herself in to the visiting room. She had called earlier in the week, setting up a time to come see John Abruzzi. The mob boss who had at one time, been seen as notorious for what he did.

One of the guards guided Y/N to a circular cafeteria table sitting in the far left corner of the room. As she stripped of her jacket and sat down, her nails went straight to the table and started tapping, her nervousness starting to show through.

A loud buzzing signaled the inmates walkway door opening, y/n’s head whipping up to see John walk through the door. A sigh left her as she pushed herself off the table and stood.

“John, oh god” y/n cried, her hands shooting out to wrap around John’s shoulders as he approached her. “I’ve missed you so much”.

“"Baby," John murmured, his voice a low, rough rumble in her ear. "Fuck, I've missed you. Missed this." As his hand slid down to cup her ass.

Y/n gasped, pulling away, not wanting John to get in trouble for any more touching than was allowed.

"I've missed you too," she whispered, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "So much."

John's eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that thrilled her. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he spoke. "Not as much as I've missed you, baby. Lying in that fucking cot at night, remembering the way you feel, the way you taste, the way you scream my name when you come on my cock..." His voice dropped to a low growl, sending shivers through y/n’s body.

Her cheeks flushed red, doing a double take around the room again to see several visitors and inmates eyes on them.

Y/n pulled back, “John, why don’t we get to that conjugal visit before we run out of time” she whispered, waving one of the guards over to them.

“I got you want you wanted, so show me to where I want to go” John said to the guard. The guard then took John by the arm, walking them up down a hallway to the last room on their left.

The guard stopped in front of a heavy door, unlocked it with a series of clanks and clicks, and pushed it open to reveal a small, sparsely furnished room.

“You’ve got an hour” the guard spoke as John ushered y/n inside with a hand on her back. Now from inside they could hear the locks clicking back into their places.

“Alone at last baby. It’s been too long” John groaned, his hands trailing down her body and grabbing at her legs, lifting them up to wrap around his waist.

Y/n slid her arms around John’s neck, and leaned in to kiss him, taking in the scratches from his beard he had grown since she last saw him. Fingers grasping into his hair that had been shorter last time as well. John took a couple steps forward before hitting the bed and setting y/n down in the middle of it.

“John, I..I need it. I need you, so bad” y/n groaned as he pushed her back onto the bed and leaned over her.

"Shhh, baby, I know," John murmured against her throat, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "I know exactly what you need. And I'm going to give it to you. Over and over again”.

John’s form was like a canopy to y/n, towering over her and making her feel tiny compared to him. He reached back and pulled off his prison-issued button up, next came the white waffle-knit long sleeve. John’s hands then reached forward and crept under y/n’s shirt, pulling it up her body and over her head leaving her laced bra on full display.

John's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, his cock throbbing almost painfully against the front of his pants as he took in what he hadn’t seen in weeks.

“Fuck, baby” John growled, his voice rough with desire. "You're so goddamn beautiful. The most perfect fucking thing I've ever seen." He leaned down, his mouth hot and wet against the valley between her breasts as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down her skin.

Once he reached the end, John brought his hands up to unbutton her jeans and slide the denim down her legs, taking her matching lace panties down as well.

Next came y/n’s bra, John’s rough hands reaching behind her back to unclasp it as y/n’s hands ran down the expanse of John’s back, feeling the muscle he had worked on again since being in prison.

As John dipped his head down to go between y/n’s knees, they quickly made eye contact and a wicked smile grew across his face right before he dove in.

“Fuck, baby, you're so wet," John groaned, his voice a low, rough rumble against her inner thigh. "So fucking wet and ready for me."

Without warning, John's mouth was on her, his tongue parting her slick folds and delving deep inside. Y/n nearly screamed at the sudden sensation, her back arching off the bed as pleasure exploded through her. John's tongue was relentless, stroking and thrusting and swirling, hitting every sensitive spot she had.

Oh god, John!" Heaven panted, her fingers fisting in his hair, holding him to her as she ground her hips against his face. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" She was already so close, on the edge of an orgasm.

Just as y/n felt herself teetering on the brink, ready to shatter into a million pieces, John focused his attention on her aching clit. He sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue.

“John!” Y/n yelled, squirt flooding John's mouth and chin as he worked her through her high, not letting up until she collapsed back into the bed.

Y/n’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her skin flushed and slick with a sheen of sweat. John crawled up her body, his eyes dark and hungry as he took in her debauched state. He licked his lips, tasting her essence on his tongue, and a slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

"Fuck, baby, that was so goddamn sexy," John murmured, his voice a low, rough rumble. "Watching you come apart on my tongue, feeling you gush all over my face...I could get used to that view." He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.

Please, John," she whimpered against his lips, her nails raking down his back. "I need you. I can't wait any longer”. She reached between their bodies, fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants, desperate to free his cock.

John groaned into her mouth, his hips rocking forward as she finally got his pants open and shoved them down his thighs. His cock sprang free, long, thick and hard, the swollen head already leaking with pre-cum.

Fuck, baby” John hissed, his hips jerking into her touch. "Your hand feels so fucking good, but I need to be inside you. I need to feel your tight little cunt squeezing my cock." He reached down, pushing her hand away, and notched the broad head of his erection against her entrance. With one hard thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, filling her to the brim.

Y/n cried out, her back arching off the bed as he stretched her impossibly full. She was still sensitive from her orgasm, her walls clenched and fluttered around him, trying to adjust to his size.

John groaned, his face contorting with pleasure as her tight heat engulfed him. "Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good," he panted. He withdrew until just the tip remained inside her before slamming forward and burying himself balls-deep once more, the cross dangling around his neck swinging back and forth harshly.

He set a hard, fast pace, pounding into her relentlessly as the narrow bed creaked and shook beneath them. The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of their moans and cries of pleasure echoing.

“Harder, John, please” y/n whimpered, her nails dragging down his back, leaving red welts in their path as she pulled him harder against her.

John snarled, a feral sound of pure male aggression, and complied with her demand. He hooked his arms under her knees, nearly bending her in half as he loomed over her, his cock driving into her harder and deeper than before. The new angle allowed him to hit that secret spot deep inside her with every thrust.

She could feel another orgasm building, could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core as he pounded her into the mattress. "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!"

John's rhythm started to falter, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "Fuck, y/n, I'm gonna...I'm gonna come," he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Come with me, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock when I fill you up”.

His words, filthy and raw with desire, were all it took to send y/n hurtling over the edge once more. Her orgasm crashed through her, her cunt clamping down on John's pistoning cock like a vice as she screamed his name. The feeling of her coming apart beneath him, her walls milking his cock, was too much for John to resist. With a hoarse shout of her name, he buried himself to the hilt one last time and came.

They collapsed together, John's weight pressing y/n into the thin mattress as they both struggled to catch their breath. He rolled to the side, pulling her with him, and cradled her against his chest, his arms wrapped around her possessively.

Y/n could feel his heart pounding against her cheek, could feel the sweat cooling on his skin, and she knew she never wanted to leave his arms. In that moment, she knew he needed to get out of that hell hole, and soon.

[fichtner-fics]

My Hero (Alex Mahone)

Request: Can you do a Alex mahone x reader where she's his wife, adn he saves her from T-bag something like that?

Warnings: spoilers from 4x21, bad language, abuse, mention of rape, (basically I should mention T-Bag himself as a factor to be warned about), anxiety attack, crying

A/N: Of course I’ve written this based on 4x21, the episode called Rates of Exhange. And, to be honest I’m quite happy with this one. Not exactly the first part (some lines I’ve borrowed in whole from the serie😬), but the ending! I hope you’ll like it too! ✨

Sorry for it took so long (meaning here every request I’m indebted to you with), but I’m so so thankful for your patience and request and feedbacks ofc!! 

[gifs are not mine; I can’t get over how they complete each other😆]

Basically, the whole team minus T-Bag and myself was out on the field, trying to fight against Krantz and Michael’s mother at the same time. It turned out that it wasn’t just a coincidence that we were the ones left alone in our temporary flat. Because what we all had no idea about was me being the bait and the motivation for them to be successful – or at least in Krantz’s opinion and give the Scylla to him.

I was so naïve, believing T-Bag could ever be capable of a complete turnaround. He was so co-operative in the past weeks, so generous, so helpful… of course he had a hidden motivation back then, too, he always had. But it wasn’t at least me dead or the Scylla in Krantz’s hands.

I realized that it’s going to be not so okay, when the General phoned Michael, giving him an ultimate. Of course, it turned out shortly that there weren’t going to happen any bargain at all, and finally Kratz threw me in front of Theodore just like that. He left us alone in the flat, letting him (even urging him) to do anything he liked with me.

I was shaking, trembling all my body while T-Bag pushed me leaning to the door. I couldn’t see any solution what could save my life or get me out of here. I needed Mahone, only him. I truly desired to cry out his name, but I knew I had to stay focused and calm as long as I could. So, I just let him to handcuff me to the handle.

“Theodore, I promise you, if you let me go, I will stand by your side at the court. I’ll tell them you saved my life. Even Alex will be so grateful… just take me back to him” I started pleading desperately, but with a fairly strong voice. I couldn’t help but wincing when he suddenly stepped close in front of me, with his face inches from mine.

“You know, all these past times, I’ve always been so… so jealous! You get what I mean, right? Look at you, precious little girl” his eyes nearly scanned me through as he stopped for a moment, disgustingly licking his lips, “being married to that… dull, fuddy-duddy policeman. Don’t ya really think I won’t have myself a little fun, when it’s only the two of us?”

“I know that you don’t have the best relationship with Alex” I said immediately. I felt I had to talk, unless he would touch me or do even worse things to me. “But if you let me go, if you take me back to him, he won’t be ungrateful, trust me.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna hurt you. I wanna hurt him. And unfortunately, the only thing which can be hurtful for him is you being hurt. But don’t worry. You’ll be returned in one piece. Only in a little… used… piece” he winked at me, and my stomach flipped.

“Please, Teddy” I whispered. All my strengthen flew away in a second. My thoughts were rattling in my head, I was panting, sweating. He decided to walk past me, and as he took a few steps, he sniffed my neck. Cold, disgusted feeling ran down my spine, but I relieved when I couldn’t see him, even if it lasted only for few minutes.

Suddenly I felt the warmth of his body behind myself. He uncuffed me for a brief moment, only to separate my two arms, and cuffing them back to the two sides of the door so I faced him forward. I tried to fight him, but my weakness could do so little against his manly strength.

“We’re gonna finish sooner than you would recognise, my dear” he whispered straight in my ears, before stepping a bit further from me. My panting, heavy breathing echoed in the small room. I tried to detach myself from the situation. I started a mantra inside. Alex will come soon. Alex will save me. I must be strong just until then.

“Oh, look at that” Theodore smirked suddenly. At first, I hadn’t even had any idea, what could he see. I glimpsed at my trembling hand, and realized, just when he spoke again. “Look. At. That. What a beautiful wedding ring. Well, you know, it’s actually so good to see that Mahone has feelings too. But tell me, my dear little bird, has he been man enough to… go there?” he asked in a low voice, husky by the suppressed desire. He moved his hip and if I weren’t lucky enough to be able to back a few inches, our skin would join.

His eyes jumped back and forth between mines and my lips. My stomach was spinning, and I truly fought not to burst in tears. Somehow, I managed to strengthen my voice to retort.

“Alexander’s more a man than you could ever hope to be” I breathed through my teeth, managing myself to look him straight into the eyes.

“That was mean” he said in a pitying voice, backing a step. “I wonder if you’d be so harsh if you knew how long I’ve waited for this. Our little shared private moments. You wouldn’t behave like this, am I right?”

I didn’t answer, only turned my head as sideways as I could.

“What if we… take this off?” he teased. “As I see, this is only distracting you. I’m afraid you won’t enjoy… me… enough if it keeps disturbing you” he said, and after that he truly pulled the thing off.

“You can take my ring, but you never can make me relish anything you do” I said suddenly, even surprising myself with the strength of my voice. “You’re a disgusting human being, and if you’ve ever wondered why nobody loves you, let me enlighten some things. You’re incapable of love, Theodore Bagwell. Not with your body, not in your mind. Every touch of you is filled with brutality, violence, and you’re nothing but a filthy rapist who…”

I could continue, using even stronger and uglier words, but he slapped me so strong I banged my head in the glass, and if it wasn’t for my handcuffs, I would surely fall to the ground. “Listen here carefully” he hissed. I could barely hear him because of the blood rushing through my veins so loudly after the hit. “Now I’m going to show you, how functional and tender I can be.”

I heard the zipper of his pants opening, but I wasn’t strong enough to prepare for the next minutes. I couldn’t even open my eyes, only relying on my hearing. But instead of feeling fingers pressing on my neck or hands ripping my clothes off (as I imagined the next things would be) … I heard a crash. A crash like when you break something wooden. Steps, shouting, skin slaps skin. Alex’s voice. Alex’s voice!

I forced myself to open my eyes. It was Mahone, who searched for something around T-Bag. He was lying on the floor with a closed eye and a ripped eyebrow. Just in the same second, Sucré rushed into the room.

“Get this pig out of my sight” Alex hissed to him just before he could get surprised by the unconscious Theodore Bagwell. Mahone’s voice echoed firmly in the frozen air. Fernando nodded quietly, while Alex stood up and turned all his attention to me. “I’m here, Y/N” he stated, while his shaking hands found the closure of the handcuff, put the key into it and freed me. “Are you hurt? Are you bleeding?” he kept asking.

I couldn’t talk, not yet. When my loved one freed my hands, he immediately pulled me close to him, as I burst in tears. Luckily, he kept me by holding my waist, otherwise I would fall to the ground. All the suppressed tension surfaced, and all I was capable of was crying, unstoppably.

“Can you put your arm around my neck?” Mahone asked me softly. “I’ll take you out of here.”

I did as he asked, simply let him to carry me anywhere he’d like. Honestly, those few minutes are just blind spots in my mind. All I can remember is his strong arms holding me, tears leaving burning trails on my cheeks, the spicy, aromatic and so familiar scent of Alex’s fragrancy, and his soft tone whispering my ears: “I love you. I love you so much, and nobody could hurt you, ever.”

He found a bedroom empty which we could chose as a temporary shelter. Alex carefully placed me on the sheets, then sat in front of me. My sobbing subsided as I slowly realized that he is the one holding my hand, he is the one breathing with me, and if this is so, nothing else matters.

“Y/N, please tell me just one thing” he asked as he wiped the tears under my eyes. “Did he touch you? Even with one finger?”

“No” I breathed so quietly I wasn’t even sure if I said out lout. “No, he was just… playing” I added. Then I realized, what else happened, and the tears which just disappeared a second ago fogged my sight again. “But Alex, he took my ring” I looked into his eyes scared. “He took it off my finger, but I didn’t see his hands and I have no idea what he did with it.”

“It’s okay” he smiled, lifting my chin up. “You’re fine, and I don’t care anything else.”

As I was fighting with guilt and Alex just wanted to pull me close. When I leant to his chest, he placed a long kiss on my forehead.

“Can you forgive me?” he whispered suddenly. I furrowed my brows, but he continued before I could ask what he meant. “I let this monster… to be alone with you, to do anything to you… and if it wasn’t for Michael, he would have done anything.”

“It’s not your fault, Alex” I ensured him, hugging his chest even closely. “You couldn’t have known. It was a part of their sick game” I continued with slightly breaking voice. “You’re my hero. Truly.”

I felt him taking a deep breath, but the silence remained still. Before any of us could speak again, we heard the door opening. I snapped, stood up frightened, but it was just Sucré smiling shyly.

“I bet this is yours” he said and came inside to place some tiny in Mahone’s hand. He nodded happily and wide smile started to form on his lips, but I was too dizzy yet to realize what is that.

When Fernando left us alone, he looked at me and offered his palm for me as he would ask something.

“Show me your hand.”

I did as he asked, placed my hand upon his, realizing what did our friend find. Alex put the not-so-long-lost ringlet on my finger, just as he did back at our wedding.

All kind of feelings were swirling in my head, but there were two eternally sure thing. Alex by my side and his undying love for me.

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine T-Bag being impressed by you and your sassy remarks.

Being on the run from the law was hard, especially when you were bunched in with a group of criminals who had just escaped a penitentiary. You don’t even know how you got yourself in this situation but you were roped in by Michael Scofield who needed your help for some unknown reason.

That didn’t mean that you were going to be as friendly and easy to get along with as you would have been if you were actually living a normal life.

“Great, you found her.” You said, rolling your eyes at Michael and Scofield. “Are all of these rainbow kisses and unicorn-sticker positivity words going to get us out of this mess though?”

T-Bag, one of the few who amused you despite being a little bit creepy, pointed at you. “Oh, I like that.”

“Am I supposed to be impressed by you liking me? Because let’s be honest, I’m the only one here who is likeable.” You said, groaning, wanting to be out of this mess.

Requested by: @phoenix-storm

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine T-Bag interrupting your breakfast.

It was your usual routine to get breakfast by yourself on a Sunday morning, to escape the sounds of your everyday life and quiet your mind. Just have some time to yourself. The waitress at the diner knew you well enough to only come around to bring your order and refill your drink, and no interrupt while you read the paper or played with your phone. It was your version of me time.

But your morning wasn’t as peaceful as you had hoped that it would be.

The bell above the door jangled, and you ignored it as you often did. You weren’t expecting anyone - why would you be looking at the door? Footsteps echoed on the tiled floors, a shadow went over the fake flowers that were on the wall and then the squelching sound of the vinyl booth as someone slid in across from you. You looked up from the paper to see who had dared to come and bother you, and you were greeted by a stranger who was smiling at you.

“This seat taken?” He said, his voice thick with a southern drawl, His hands rested on the table and you noticed that one was certainly not like the other. He had an air of danger to him.

“I guess it is now.” You said, going back to your newspaper and tapped your fingers against the table.

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing eating alone.”

“Waiting for Prince Charming.” You said, sighing dramatically, avoiding eye contact. “Do you have a troll under that overcoat that would draw him in?”

“No, I don’t.” He said, then called to the waitress to bring him eggs and bacon. “But I do have a proposition for you, involving some uh - some good money.” He licked his lips. “And all I’m asking for is your discretion.”

Requested by: Anonymous

[truefandemonium]

AHHHHHH

Imagine T-Bag thinking you’re tastier than any pastry he’s had.

“Well hey there, cherry pie.” T-Bag said, approaching you. You were new on the kitchen staff, and had hurried out of the kitchen to give some help to the servers who were dealing with a rather boisterous inmate.

‘Keep your chin down, no eye contact, don’t react to them,’ You reminded yourself of the rules. They weren’t just the rules from the warden, but the rules that you lived by every second that you were in this place. Not all the men were bad, but there were certain ones you avoided.

Like this guy.

“Why don’t you come on this side of the counter and let me see how dessert tastes,” He licked his lips. Were he not a criminal, a disgusting one at that, you might even have found him handsome. But knowing what you knew - you didn’t look at him at all, but just switched a nearly empty tray of potatoes with a full, freshly made batch.

You didn’t look back as you walked away, but you could feel T-Bag’s eyes on you. He acted like this everytime he saw you - like it was some sort of game.

If only he knew how much it affected you.