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What would human peridot go to prison for!?
Trying to figure this out for a tentative fic
I was thinking abt like...illegal experimentation or a cyber attack
W lapjs I genuinely have no idea on what would get her in prison either so ideas would be appreciated
Orange is the last of us
A tlou fic based on orange is the new black
Summary: you are going to prison and you’re new cellmate is abby anderson
Tags: MDNI 18+, prison AU, femme reader, y/n, smut, making out, fingering, oral, dom!abby, angst
Word count: 2,368
Divider @cafekitsune
You never thought in a million years you'd be naked in a cold, lifeless room, squatting and coughing for a police officer. But you guess there's a first for everything right? After you're done humiliating yourself you get dressed in stiff linen scrubs, walk through the metal detector with your belongings the officer gave you, and prepare yourself for your new life for the next 15 months.
“y/n this is where you’re assigned.” the officer says sternly
You look into the cell and no one is there. At least you'll get some alone time to compose yourself before your cell mate comes back. In the meantime you make your bed and get yourself comfortable. All of a sudden you feel a presence standing behind you. You whip around and…
“y/n? Holy shit I can't believe it's you.”
You know that voice and it sends chills down your spine. Abby. Fucking. Anderson. The person who got you into this mess in the first place.
“I don't even wanna look at you right now”
In the back of your mind you were actually relieved she was here. That you knew someone in this shit hole and that you weren't completely alone.
“Oh come on you didn't miss me just a little bit?” she says smugly
You turn around and she's standing in the doorway. She's still as beautiful as the day you met but you don't know if you'll ever forgive her for getting you tied up in the drug smuggling business. She still wears the glasses you helped her pick out all those years ago.
“Ok fine maybe a little”
She walks over to sit next to you on your bed and your hands almost touch. There is still some electricity there even if you deny it.
“So they finally caught up to yeah huh?”
“Yeah thanks to you”
“What does that mean?”
“If it wasn't for you getting me caught up in the drug business shit I wouldn't even be here in the first place.”
“Oh please, I didn't force you to do shit. You could've left whenever you wanted. I didn't make you stay.”
She's not entirely wrong but it does sting a bit. She gives you the rundown about how things work so you're not completely clueless. You only pick up on bits and pieces because you can't stop staring at her piercing blue eyes and the way her top lip curls a bit when she talks. You hate that you find that cute.
“Lights out ladies” the guard yells
The next day you're in the cafeteria. You had to work electrical in the morning and it feels good to sit for a bit.
“Hey hot stuff looking lonely” abby says jokingly
“Shut up” you roll your eyes. A smile creeps at the corner of your mouth.
She sits across from you while eating her lunch
“So how's your first day so far?”
“Exhausting but I guess the routine is good for me. And I at least know one person in here so it makes it less scary.”
“Oh really? Who? Have I met them?” Abby says sarcastically
“Wow jail made you an ass huh?”
“Yeah.” she sighs
You catch a wave of sadness go over her face for a split second but it disappears as quickly as you catched it.
“What does the rest of your day look like?” she asks
“Well I got a couple more hours of work and then I'm free why?”
“I wanna catch up some more, is that a crime?”
“I mean you're in jail right? Was that the crime they got you for? And not smuggling drugs?”
“Now you're being the ass” abby laughs
After work you meet Abby in the chapel like you planned at lunch. Why would she wanna meet in the chapel if none of us are religious? When you walk in, Abby is sitting on the stage waiting for you. The light from the stained glass window behind her illuminates her in an array of colors that accentuate her beauty. She looks the same as the day you met, just a little older.
“Why did you wanna meet in the chapel?” you asked your arms folded across your chest
“Because it's quiet and people usually don't come in here when there's no service.”
Abby pulls you up onto the stage with her muscular arms and her sandy braid falls in front of her face. As she does so you think am I holding this grudge for nothing? Or is Abby only being nice to me to make up for the shit she's done? Either way I don't think I can realistically hold this grudge for the 15 months I'm in here so might as well just play nice with her. It's nice to have someone by my side in this hell hole.
Abby presses a button on her portable radio attached to her hip and it starts playing love somebody by maroon 5.
“God, radio has gone to shit” Abby says and you both laugh
“So how long have you been in here?”
“3 years.” you see a heaviness blanket over her
“Do you know when you're getting out?”
“I think in like 2 years? After the second year here you kinda stop keeping count. It gets depressing.”
You don't egg her on anymore about this. At least she'll be here for the duration of your stay. You sit in silence for a while until Abby breaks it.
“I'm sorry for ratting you out, at the trial. I thought maybe they'd shorten my sentence if I did so. I feel so shitty about it.”
“I'm not gonna lie, I'm still pissed at you for that. But you're lucky I only got 15 months and that I'm not the one to hold grudges.”
She's staring at you with wetness in her eyes. You stare back and you realise she really does feel bad. You thought she was only apologising to make peace. She's sitting closer to you now and she still smells the same. How she still smells like her pine soap in prison is confusing but she must trade for it on the down low. Her smell brings on a wave of nostalgia and comfort and you feel her soft lips against yours. You grab her hair and deepen the kiss and feel her tear drop roll down your cheek. It brings you back to ten years ago. The kiss is now frenzied and hungry. You need her like you need oxygen but Abby breaks the kiss.
“Follow me.” she whispers in your ear. Sending a shiver down your spine.
She leads you under the wide podium just behind you for cover.
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She rips off your shirt and dingy sports bra and cups your breast in her hand. She places kisses all down your neck and jaw.
“Fuck I missed you” she whispers
And a part of you missed her too.
She moves her hand from your breast and cups your cunt outside of your pants. You tilt your head back and stifle your moans. She rubs your clit on the outside of your pants with the heel of her palm. You're already so wet.
“Abby please fuck me.”
“You're begging me?” her voice like velvet
“Yeah” you moan breathly
She kisses you deeply and trails kisses all the way down to your happy trail. She shimmies your pants off.
“Wow you're already so wet for me baby.”
You bite your lip to quiet your moans.
Abby takes two fingers and teases your entrance. She slides one finger in and you squirm at her touch. Then the second finger enters you and you moan. Loud. Abby cups her other hand around your mouth to shut you up so you don't get caught. Abby moves her fingers in a “come here” motion slowly at first. You can feel the pressure build inside you as she goes faster. And faster. She stops and moves her head between your legs.
“You gotta promise me you'll be quiet because I can't reach from down here. One peep and I'm stopping.”
You nod your head and hers dip between your legs. She takes her nose and rubs it across your clit with ease. While her tongue ghosts your vagina, you feel your wetness drip down her face and it turns you on even more.
“Abby I- fuck, I- need you inside me”
“How do you ask?”
“Please abby” you beg
“Atta girl”
She takes her fingers again and enters you while she sucks your clit. You're biting your bottom lip so hard it might be bleeding but you don't care. You grab a handful of her braided hair and it's still as soft as you remember.
“Abby im- im gonna” you moan before you can finish the sentence and you feel your walls tighten around her girthy fingers. Abby laps you up and comes up for a kiss making you taste yourself. Then she kisses your cheek.
“As good as I remember it” Abby kisses you again cupping your face in her hands.
You get dressed and get ready to go to dinner.
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A couple weeks go by and you're really settling into your routine. Prison sucks but it sucks a little less with Abby. You guys are hanging out like no time has passed at all. And even though you're in prison, you’re happy. You didn't realise you weren't happy with your current fiance and he's gonna be pissed that Abby is in here with you. But right now you don't care. You just worry about surviving in here and if Abby by my side means I'll live to see another day then so be it. Sex is just a bonus.
Today though, Abby seemed to be acting a little weird. She was quiet all day and that's not like her. You asked her all day if something was wrong and she would just shrug her shoulders or not look you in the eyes. You let it go because you didnt wanna pester her too much.
Later on that night when it was lights out you finally got your answer.
“They're letting me out early for good behavior.”
You shoot up out of bed and look at her in disbelief. She got you in here in the first place and now she gets to leave early? A part of you resents her for that.
“What the fuck? Why didn't you tell me this? Is this why you were acting weird today?” you say this a little too loud and a girl from a couple bunks over tells you to shut the fuck up.
“I didn’t wanna tell you cause I knew you'd flip your shit”
“What, so you were just gonna leave me and not tell me? You think I wouldnt notice that my bunk mate / girlfriend was fucking missing?”
The silence is deafening
“When are you getting out?” you say defeated
“Tomorrow morning.” she says shyly avoiding eye contact
“TOMORROW MORNING?!?!” I yell
“Will you shut the fuck up already?” the same woman yelled
“You waited till the last fucking second to tell me you’re leaving?”
“Isn't that what you did to me? When I wanted you to come to my mothers funeral you didn't come with me. Instead you left. Broke up with me and left me in a city I barely even knew.”
“Is this like your payback or something? Putting me in this fucking place wasnt enough pay off? Well congrats Abby you win. You win the petty off.”
You sit on the edge of your bed with your head hung between your legs. Now that you think about it, it was a dick move to break up with her while her mother just passed away. You don't know why you did it. Maybe a part of you thought she was lying so you would stay with her? You don't know. But you feel like a piece of shit now.
“I'm sorry I left when I did. You needed me to be there for you when your mom passed and instead I was a dick and broke up with you. Nothing will ever make up for that and you have every right to be mad at me. I deserve it.”
“I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was getting out.”
“Promise you'll still visit or at least write to me?” you lay on your back as a tear rolls down your face
“I promise” abby says flatly
You don't know when but you fell asleep and when you woke up there was a note by your pillow. The bed next to you stripped and empty. You open the note that reads
y/n,
I'm sorry again for not telling you about my release date. The weeks I spent with you were the best weeks of my life in this fucking pit and those are the days I wanna look back on. I'll miss hearing your laugh from down the hall and the way your tongue sticks out when you concentrate when we play jenga. I hope when you get out you'll find me and we can play jenga on the couch and have sex in an actual bed again and not on the chapel floor. I'll write to you as much as I can but I don't think I can visit. I'm afraid if I come back that my release was all a dream and they'll put me back in (which is stupid but it's still a fear of mine). I love you and I never stopped loving you to be honest. Even though you broke my heart.
Talk to you soon,
Abby xoxo
You feel a heaviness on your chest and your eyes begin to sting. You hold the note to your chest while you cry and then tuck the note away under your pillow, wipe away the tears, and start your daily routine.
Pt 2
Tlou fic based on oitnb Summary: after abby got released from prison your resentment builds Tags: prison au, femme reader, y/n, angst Wor
My bean
Prison!Horror(skull)!Sans x Patien!Classic!Sans
Hello, I bring again ship sancest in this case of prison AU
Guys, I tell you that I never find anything, sancest in this type of Au's that's how I am to draw this type, of ships
Mainly, why do prison sans ship them with Mc?
But as I say, I really like sans au s x classic and also bloodyhumor (horror sans x classic sans) I draw this if you are a sansest lover like me ;D
I explain this, a slightly changed version of mine....
here classic, he is not a prisoner, he is a patient, with a disease that is being treated but now he feels a little better, he can walk a little better and eat normally...
And he is a friend of skull, a cannibal prisoner like in original prison...
I'll just say that horror is capable of killing everyone in the prison for being with classic...
Plus they sleep together 😱 (well sometimes)
Prisión su By:@llamagoddessofficial
Classic!sans By:Toby fox
Horror!sans By: sourtapplestudios
Ok Whomst the Fuck had the audacity to write a fucking amazing Spideypool Prison AU for like 16 fucking chapters, and just deleted it off AO3 like there would be no consequences???? Which one of you on this goddamn Hellsite, wrote a fake prison dating to lovers AU, staring side characters such as a beautifully intimidating and eloquent son of a mob boss who loves chess, an entire sect of Nazi prisoners getting murdered in an orchestrated coup, and some of the best characterizations of both Petey and Wade that I've seen!?
Which one of you!??!! Fess up now, I just wanna talk.
Can you pretty please do a prison au with SIM!Tony? Xxx
Hi, I got way too carried away with this and there will definitely be more parts so keep an eye out! This is also my first prompt so thank you! Also, warning there are mentions of rape/non-con so be careful! Part Two is now up!
Peter knew that one day his baby face was going to get him in trouble. He always thought it would be from being in a club, probably drunk, only looking like an 18 year old. He was wrong. Oh so very wrong.
Peter kept his head down and picked up his pace when the guard stabbed him in the back with a baton. He remembered he once dressed in a smaller version of the overalls he was now wearing one Halloween, playing criminal to Uncle Ben’s cop. Peter laughed quietly, under his breath. There was no playing now. He was a criminal. He tightly closed his eyes for a second as he rounded another corner to show more lines of cells. His closed eyes brought no respite, instead it brought to mind the haggard image of Aunt May, so small and weary in the court stands waiting for the verdict. Weary because of him.
He tried to throw the thought away, into a black box never to think about again in the back of his mind, as the inmates started to shout obscenities at him – about him – that caused his stomach to twist and bile to rise in the back of his throat. He hoped he didn’t look at scared as he felt, but he could see how pale his skin looked, how large his eyes wear, in the reflection of the shiny, metal bars. Even if he didn’t look like that, he couldn’t stop the slight shaking of his hands.
The guard shoved him into what looked like a random cell. The door closed with a bang and locked with an unsympathetic click and Peter could hear the guards outside placing bets on how long he would last.
Peter bit his lip and looked at his new cellmate.
The guy was huge, lying on the bottom bunk with his eyes closed. He was tall, his feet almost hanging over the edge of the bed, and with shoulders so wide that Peter felt that he could probably crush him like a nut. Dark hair with an ever so slight wave, neatly trimmed facial hair and pouty lips with slightly tanned skin. He looked about 30, but Peter knew better then to assume age based on looks.
“Are you done yet?” the guy asked, almost politely, without opening his eyes.
Peter couldn’t contain his flinch, God dammit he probably already pissed the guy off. “Y-yeah, sorry,” Peter stuttered.
“Top bunk is mine.”
He wanted to ask why he was lying on what was supposed to be his bunk then, but bit his tongue. He already pissed the guy off by staring at him, it was probably best he kept his questions to himself.
“I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”
The guy opened his eyes. They were blue, icy cold and intense. His gaze swept Peter up and down making him feel oddly exposed in his new overalls and causing goosebumps to settle over his arms (Definitely from fear, not anything else, nope, not at all) before they stopped at his lips. Peter automatically ran his tongue over them and the man’s eyes heated.
“Tell me Pete, how good do you suck cock?”
Peter choked slightly on his own salvia. “Oh, I’m, I’m straight.”
The guy lifted an eyebrow, a cruel smirk curling his lips. “Everyone’s straight in here, Bambi,” he sat up and leaned towards Peter, “doesn’t stop me or anyone else.”
“I have a girlfriend!” Peter shouted a bit too loud, as though to make sure that the very ominous anyone else could also hear.
The man looked unimpressed and then he let loose a mocking chuckle. “Girlfriends. Wives. Doesn’t make a difference in here, Bambi.” He got out of the bunk and he was so much taller standing up. A predator in a cage, and Peter was trapped inside with him. Peter couldn’t help but step back, natural instinct kicking in and telling him that he wouldn’t win in a fight against this man.
Instead of pouncing on him, the guy held out his hand, making the overalls look like a three piece suit. “I’m Tony.”
Peter shook the hand warily, half expecting to be pulled and raped on the bunk beds.
“It’s probably been a long day for you Bambi,” Tony said. “Get some sleep, nobody bothers around here on a night.”
Peter wanted to ask why nobody bothered around here on a night, when he walked in all the men seemed rowdy and ready to fight but now you could probably hear a pin drop. In fact, it seemed that they were the only ones talking.
“Alright,” Peter sighed, almost relieved to be given an order. Tony was probably just joking around. A bit of a laugh at his new cellmate.
Tony leaned in, next to his ear and Peter struggled to keep his composer, now so aware of how much taller, broader, the other man was. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Bambi, but I will fuck you. Goodnight.” He placed a kiss behind Peter’s ear and Peter felt his arms come up in a pathetic attempt to push Tony away. Tony backed away. Peter felt like he could think again.
“You’re not fucking me,” he bit out, aggressively baring his teeth.
Tony smiled. It was a surprising nice smile, all white with no gaps, but all Peter could see was a panther smiling at its prey. “I won’t force you, Bambi. I wouldn’t hurt you that way. But, if you’re a good enough fuck, I’ll protect from the others who won’t be as nearly as nice as me. Stick with me and you’ll be fine.“
“If you won’t force me, then it’s not going to happen. I have a girlfriend who I am very much in love with, and I won’t whore myself out for some protection.” Peter kept his voice firm, even though deep inside something screamed that he would in fact need Tony’s protection.
Tony chuckled again. “I love a good challenge, Bambi.”
Before Peter could think of something clever to say, Tony climbed onto the top bunk bed and was silent. Peter stood still, staring at nothing for a long time, Tony’s even breath the only noise. When he did crawl into bed, it was too hard, too cold, too not home. He barely slept all night.
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The morning came with guards banging on every jail cell door with their batons - every door except their door. After a horrible breakfast of sludge, which he thinks was supposed to be porridge, he was set to work. He was ogled at, groped at, leered at more than ever before but it never went anywhere. The guards were also keeping a close eye around him but Peter didn’t know why. Yeah, he was the new guy, but what did they think was going to happen?
After work, it was shower time. Just great.
Once in the showers, Peter didn’t know which way to turn. His hands were loosely covering his cock in a false sense of prudency, yet he didn’t want to turn his back to anyone. The inmates seemed more disorderly, in a way which they seemed to know that they could get away with anything in here. In the corner, there was a big man with blonde hair forcing his cock down the throat of another dark haired inmate. The guards didn’t seem bothered. Peter tried hard to keep his gaze from wandering that way; he thought he might be sick.
There were a couple of guys eyeing him as he finally started to wash himself. One guy was even roughly stroking his cock as he looked Peter up and down, but no one tried to touch him. Peter would like to think that it was because he was glaring at them but he knew it was because of Tony, who stood near him, his face blank.
Peter glanced at Tony, he didn’t seem interested in what was going on around him. It was this quiet confidence that Tony exudes that made Peter relax. It was a mistake.
He was just about done cleaning himself, just a few soapy suds clinging to his skin when he felt it: a hand on his arse. A big, warm hand that squeezed ever so slightly and broke Peter out of his frozen state.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” he hissed quietly, his head tilted towards Tony. He knew better than to cause a scene, it would only end up with Tony having to prove he was top dog in their little part of the prison and Peter didn’t feel like getting beaten to a plump in the shower.
Tony looked at him calmly, his eyes betraying his mirth at seeing Peter in this situation. “You need everyone to know you’re mine, Bambi, or they might start to get ideas,” he said slowly, his eyes raking up and down Peter’s body, “You don’t want that now, do you?” The question was said mockingly.
Peter glared at him. He hated that Tony was right. A hand on his arse versus being gangbanged in the shower. It was an easy choice to make. It’s not like Tony was going to go any further, a hand on his backside should be enough to let people know that he was under Tony’s protection….right?
So he stood completely still, with a warm hand on his arse and his gaze cast downwards. It was humiliating. Tony’s possessive hand was huge and cupped one of his arse cheeks fully. In this moment, he felt like he belonged to Tony. A pet that he had to keep happy and fed.
When shower time was over, Peter shook off Tony’s hand, dried and got dressed before quickly walking back to the cell. He kept his gaze lowered and out of the corner of his eye he noticed a guard following him. When he got to the cell, the guard stood outside with his back to him. The guard was silent and clearly observing everyone who walked past. Why was there a guard outside his door? Was this normal?
When Tony finally returned (No, Peter was definitely not waiting for him) the guard nodded at Tony and then left. What the fuck? Peter gripped the book he was trying – and failing – to read tighter.
“Relax, bel ragazzo,” Tony smirked.
“What does that mean?”
“Pretty boy.”
“Don’t call me that,” Peter snapped.
“I’ll call you whatever I want bel ragazzo because you are mine.”
Peter felt a surge of helpless anger, but he didn’t do anything because he knew Tony was right. In here, he was Tony’s property. Not to mention that Tony scared him. He was so different from the other inmates, as though he was better than them, and he had seen the way the others had acted around Tony: scared and respectful.
“What did you do?” Peter asked, no longer able to push his curiosity down.
“Excuse me?” Tony sounded almost offended.
“I mean, why are you in here? What did you do?” Peter clarified.
“Went on a killing spree. They found 35 of them.” Tony looked him in the eye.
Peter blinked. “You’re joking, right?” Surely, Peter would remember something like that being on the news.
Tony made a gesture with his hand that could be interpreted either way and climbed onto the top bunk.
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Days passed and Peter settled into something of a boring routine. Not that the routine was his choice, everything he did was controlled by someone else and it was slowly driving him insane. He missed the days where he could just go for a walk because he wanted to. Sometimes, he wanted to throw something, punch someone, just do something uncontrolled to break the regulations. He never understood why there was so much violence in prison until he was there: it was just a way for them to entertain themselves, to break the tension surrounding them.
The other inmates mostly left him alone, but that didn’t stop the stares. He was too damn “pretty” for them to stop and Peter hated it. Hated the way they looked at him, as though they were watching a stripper give them a free show, their eyes always hungry for more. The most fucked up thing was that he had started to become thankful to Tony, to his heavy hand that was always on him in the shower, as it stopped the other guys from trying anything. He knew everyone thought he was Tony’s bitch, he just never expected anyone to call him that to his face.
“I’m not his bitch,” Peter snapped.
Bucky – the guy who he had formed a tentative friendship with, who happened to be the guy who had sucked the blonde guys (Steve’s) cock in the shower – just looked at him with a confused smile.
“Okay then,” Bucky paused for a moment and then looked him in the eye, “His whore then, whatever he calls you when he fucks you.”
“He isn’t fucking me,” Peter said through gritted teeth.
At that Bucky gave him an odd look, as though he just said that pigs can fly, and didn’t respond. Instead, Bucky put down his two cards showing pontoon and they continued their game.
When he went back to his cell later that same day, Tony stood in the middle of it like a brick wall. His arms were crossed, eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed together. Peter paused and his hesitation brought Tony upon him, pushing him up against the wall with his hand around his throat. Peter’s automatically came up, scratching at Tony’s arm, wrist, hand, anything that he could reach until Tony grabbed both of his wrists in his left hand and forced them above his head.
“Do you want me to kill you, hmm? Is that it?” Tony growled out.
“N-no,” Peter choked out as he started to feel light headed from his air being cut off.
This answer didn’t seem to appease Tony, who pressed against him even harder until Peter could feel Tony’s breath on his face.
“Then why are you making me look like a fucking liar?” Tony’s eyes were alight with anger.
“I-I didn’t think- think he would tell anyone,” Peter replied, his eyes going wide as what he had done setting in; if he loosed Tony’s protection – stopped being his “bitch” – then it was going to be open season on him. That is if Tony didn’t kill him first.
At his reply, Tony’s eye seemed to soften. “You’re so naive Bambi. So naive. Never trust anyone Peter, got it?” Tony released his throat but kept his arms up.
Peter gasped for his breath. “Not even you?”, he breathed out, his eyes looking up to meet Tony’s.
Tony leaned in so their noses were brushing against each other in an Eskimo kiss. “Not even me, Bambi. Especially not me.”
“What if I do trust you?” Peter asked, but it felt more like a confession.
Tony smiled, an actual smile that caused wrinkles around his eyes. “If people call you my bitch, my anything, then you say yes. Okay?”
Peter couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t answer the question. “Let me go,” Peter struggled against Tony’s hold but instead of breaking free, he just ended up rubbing himself against Tony, “fuck you!”
“Oh, Bambi, I will,” Tony murmured into his ear, biting the lobe.
Peter hid his whimper with a “Fuck off.” It lacked conviction though.
“I bet you’ll be begging me soon, Bambi, what a pretty sight you’ll make when that happens.” Tony pressed harder against him. His warmth, his weight, his strength, his scent… it was all so overwhelming to Peter’s senses, made him weak in the knees in a strange, disturbing way.
“Never,” Peter sighed in bliss.
Tony moved away. Peter could breathe again.
“Fine. You don’t want my protection, I’ll let the others know that you’re free.” Tony clenched his jaw and turned away, walking over to the bunk bed.
Peter felt his lip quiver at the thought, if he wasn’t under Tony’s protection it wouldn’t be long before he was pushed to his knees in the shower. “Wait, don’t, I-,” Peter didn’t know what else to say.
Tony didn’t respond but his shoulders relaxed.
“Get some sleep, Bambi.”
Peter did what he was told.
Part Two
Prison AU kakashi is severing twelve years and is the current top boss of his cell. He has a 'son' Naruto who just got in and he protects and teaches him the ropes about prison life. His pod husband is tenzo, They go way back when they pulled a couple of heists together when they were out. Kakashi also fools around with one of the prison guards gai on occasions. gai gives how new flip flops, a new blanket and and rame and he gives him a handy at the blind spot of the prison yard
ok this is AMAZING!
Kakashi and Tenzo do a lot of heists together, stealing from banks and big corporations and redistributing the money. Of course, this is still highly frowned upon by the law so when Kakashi is caught by the cops during a heist gone really wrong where someone actually shot Tenzo, and Kakashi refused to leave his side, well... ya. He goes to jail.
He’s told if he changes his attitude and tries to make ammends he can be out in 5-10 years on good behaviour. But he doesn’t feel bad at all. He really doesn’t understand how anyone can see so much money being horded while people starve as a good thing
this of course leads to Gai maybe possibly falling in love with the guy, but he refuses to admit it. Espeshally because Kakashi will not take shit in prision. One guy decides to try and show his strength by ‘owning’ Kakashi in his first week, and ends up getting tossed against a wall and breaking his nose. and that’s only the start. Kakashi almost murders him for trying to touch him when he said no, and he’s more than happy to teach anyone else how to do it.
Naruto is brand new and Kakashi instantly recognizes that people are going to try and pick on him, which he’s not ok with so he takes a protective role over the kid and starts teaching him how to deal with assholes.
Gai of course doesn’t agree with Kakashi’s methods, but he’s also maybe starting to realize that Kakashi isn’t so bad. This man is swee and kind if you show him respect and kindness, but if you try to hurt him or those close to him he will go into kill mode.
Tenzo of course adores Kakashi. They work together and they’re a damn good team but he still feels a little bad because Kakashi got caught because he recused to leave his side when he was injured. He’s not jelouse that Kakashi has a thing with Gai at all because Gai genuinly seems to like Kakashi and isn’t trying to use him because he has power over him, and Kakashi seem’s genuinly interested in him.
A LOT of people asked about Lucio being thrown in prison LOL
practicando musculitos con OC`s del AU de prisión
