bakerstreet | Shut up or the bird bites the big one

[No: blood, maiming, heavy violence/gore.
Yes: dub-con, non-con, corruption, stockholm, non-human.]

[Anything not on my NSFW "no" kink list is pretty much a go. List can be found here

Edited 2025-02-10 19:10 (UTC)

[Prefs/kinks in journal, maybes are all good here.]

(OoC: Any particular scenarios you’d like?)

[Maybe some kind of brainwashing-induced noncon?]

(OoC: That works? Want Ellen to be the brainwashed or Mail?)

[ooc: Thinking Ellen if you're down.]

( Info + prefs. That should give you a broad idea of what's on the table here, but if you're unsure about anything, just ask! )

[Let’s freakin GO fam I’m down for basically everything he’s into on his kink list so 👀👌

I know we discussed servant AU on plurk and I’m here for that if we wanna go that route. Idk like. Something something minute singularity something something separated via rayshift something something unexpected hostile servant??? If you’ve got something in mind already I’ll gladly let you write a starter whenever you have time (no rush, natch, I know you’ve got obligations today) otherwise I can do something to get us kicked off, just let me know how much buildup you want to actually thread out/how in medias res you want to start things.]

( Yeah that's pretty much what I had in mind, haha. In my experience, it's best to start in media res with these kinds of threads. Do you have anything specific you'd like to do here? )

[I am here to be a springboard for Aurelien being Aurelien and all that entails. Like that feels such like a cop-out to say but truly GO OFF MY LIEGE. JUST FUCK ME/MASH UP and I’ll surely be able to roll with it.

I guess if I had preferences, I just don’t want it to turn into, like. Abjectly miserable torture porn. I want her to have a bad~~/good~~ time but I don’t want to utterly break her or whatever. Maybe have her even get something out of it too, even if it’s embarrassing to her to admit to enjoying it.

That said, If things get saucy instead of just terrible, it’d be interesting to play with the fact that Mash has basically no experience with that kind of thing. BABY’S FIRST HORNY THOUGHTS/FEELINGS??? Humiliation and learning and excitement and shame all in one. I think with dub-con (which would probably require a less hostile first meeting?) you’re gonna get more of an indignant flustered Mash and with non- you’re gonna get more direct pushback, so it’s whichever you’re more into playing with.

God that’s a lot of words I don’t know if that actually answered the question at all???

Edit:
Me: /be trying to sleep
My brain: what if she finds out she’s kind of into it. What if she’s …a mashochist
Me: for fucks sake ]

Edited (Sorry I had to inflict this joke on someone else) 2025-02-11 07:49 (UTC)

( lmao??

Anyway, some broad ideas off the top of my head:

Aurelien playing essentially some kind of catch-and-release game with Mash, where he messes with her a bit and then lets her go so he can have fun tracking and cornering her again later.
If Aurelien holds Mash captive, there are a number of directions I could take that: Aurelien using her as a lure for someone else, Aurelien using her as a source of pain or blood for some kind of evil ritual, even Aurelien trying to force her to participate in the torture of a third party (and punishing her when she presumably refuses??).
I'm also totally up for a less hostile meeting; one of the key themes of Aurelien's character is his narrative position as a "hero" being at odds with his true character. So we could play around with that, with Aurelien being on the same side of the plot conflict as Chaldea.

I'm trying to not get too into the weeds with the Singularity's plot, but I could. It's probably only really necessary for the last one, so just let me know what appeals to you most. )

[Tumbles back in here hello sorry work has been so much

Damn dude these all rule??? I wanna do all of them sometime!? Three sounds very intriguing to kick things off with but I also I feel bad making you potentially do that extra plot legwork?? orz|| so like, feel free to hmu on discord or plurk to scheme if I can help with the heavy lifting at all!

Or we can legit just keep it as broad as possible to start with and fill in as necessary (if necessary) as we go?

But if you/we rotate it around a bit and it seems like a hassle, I’m totes good with either of the others as well! If you held me at gunpoint and made me pick between those two I think id say one but man you have made it a difficult choice.]

Oh no the problem is that it's actually extremely easy to draw on Wrath Of The Righteous for some kind of Singularity plotline. It's an adventure path with apocalyptic stakes, with a fairly detailed summary of what happens to the world in the event that the player characters fail in its climactic battle.

The basic¹ pitch here is that an evil sorceress opened a planar rift to the demon dimension, which multiple demon lords have naturally seized upon as an opportunity to mount a violent incursion the human world. The AP's bad end sees a major expansion of that rift ("the Worldwound"), consuming not only the nation that had originally been holding back the demonic forces but several other nations surrounding it.

Anyway, all of this is fairly easy to drop into real world Europe, both because Mendev is one of the most Generic Fantasy Europe nations in Pathfinder's setting, and because the AP itself uses a lot of Christian imagery in depicting this conflict. The offensives Mendev leads against the demonic forces are called Crusades, and the two most prominent demon lords in the conflict are Deskari (the Lord of Locusts, whose central gimmick revolves around classic plague-of-insect armageddon imagery and also whose most iconic minions are the human-faced locusts from Revelation) and Baphomet (self-explanatory). Something something Hellmouth motif from Anglo-Saxon Christian art, something something syncretism with the Tomb of Orcas, okay we've cracked it. ♥

As for Aurelien's role, he comes from a nation that exists under the protection of a deity corrupted by Lovecraftian(-flavored) forces. Seems like a reasonable location to mount up a resistance from! While that arrangement has existed for thousands of years in Pathfinder canon, for the purposes of this scenario it's probably better to say a pact was formed recently, in response to events that occurred before Chaldea's arrival; I can go squint at mythos canon for a while to pick out a real mythos entity that could serve a similar function, or we can just leave it as Zon-Kuthon for simplicity, but either way it's easy enough to nod toward FGO's Foreigner stuff here.

Uhhh what else... Aurelien can either be a Counterforce-summoned Servant who has assumed control of the safe zone, or it can be one of those things where there's a regular guy who can fight on the same level as Servants for plot reasons². Whatever works better for you. I don't know, is there anything you would like to add or need clarified??

¹ For certain definitions of basic, I guess.
² Frankly, WOTR's dogshit powerscaling could support this easily.

Edited 2025-02-16 22:27 (UTC)

[Oh word??? Well then fuck yeah FUCK YEAH LET’S GO!!! I’m totally here for it if you’re interested in that route and don’t mind taking the lead there.

My only big concern would be screwing things up on my end due to lack of WotR familiarity but Mash wouldn’t have all the details anyway cause Chaldea rarely has much of any detail going into a minute singularity these days to the point they’re even lampshading it constantly :’) so it’s? fine probably?? JUST FORGIVE ME IN ADVANCE FOR ANY MISSTEPS AND WE’LL BE GOOD TO GO.

I’m fine with leaving Zon-Kuthon as is but if you wanted to dig up some other equivalent I won’t stop you. The world is our oyster. I think counterforce servant might be a little more interesting? But I can roll with either.

Hype!]

( Honestly, don't worry about familiarity; I figured we'd just use it as a foundation to bolt real world mythological or historical concepts onto as needed. Feel free to throw in any background details that strike your fancy.

Counterforce Servant is fine! It might not matter much, but would you prefer him as a Saber or Alterego?

In any case, it is once again Monday, so I'll be unavailable for the rest of the night. Feel free to leave whatever here for me to peruse later. )

[ ooc; still setting things up, but any interest in another pathfinder/wotr oc? angelkin paladin of iomedae, so goody two shoes. a corruption arc could be fun and with how aasimar are often targets of the slave trade, we could even go down that rode with some stockholm syndrome. ]

( Oh hell yeah hell yeah, I'd love to. ♥ Playing around with Nidal's anti-aasimar stuff sounds good to me! Do you have any additional backstory stuff you'd like to plot out or discuss? )

[*rolling up sleeves* Let’s go sickos. Open to gen depravity as well as ship/smut stuff and down for both people who want to try and match his freak and people who want to straight get freaked on.

Legit the only hard “No”s kink-wise I can think of at the moment are scat/watersports/lactation and fisting. Soft no to extreme guro/outright snuff (but I could possibly be persuaded, given Beryl is who he is.)

You can read about Beryl here but be aware it contains spoilers for F/GO LB6. TL;DR: a skillful serial killer and mage with a fondness for torture and a very broken sense of “love.”

If you’ve got something in mind and aren’t sure, please feel free to fly it past me first! Open to canonmates, crosscanon/medium, and OCs.]

[kinklist here! my no list is pretty small (make sure to use the + to expand stuff), so i'm willing to discuss a lot of stuff. i'd prefer to avoid anything too nonconsensual on toki's part (dubcon and being on the receiving end are fine) but otherwise let's get weird and wild! some big faves for right now are forced transformation, petplay (can of course be dark or cute), and corruption, but i can roll with a lot.]

[Interested in Huaisang as the submissive/receiving partner for kidnapping, prisoner, tribute, dub-con, non-con. No bathroom stuff, body horror, or heavy violence.

Can AU easily into other canons or modern, Huaisang translates well into any setting as the spoiled younger son of a nobleman/wealthy businessman. Also available in rule63 version.]

( I'm far more interested in playing out mental/emotional turmoil than physical torture, though I'm absolutely open to hurting Claire physically for the sake of The Plot. Obligatory mention that a Sylar would be swell. A few ideas:

- Claire being manipulated to do bad things, maybe some kind of evolved human/mutant activism gone horribly wrong where it turns into a domination over humans thing rather than just equal rights?
- Kidnapped and held captive, experimented on. Her literal worst fear. Tested to see how long she can go without food/sleep. I'm mostly looking to play out her rescue and the aftermath of this, or the actual captivity with more of a focus on her psychological torment.
- Something incesty? Something with Peter Petrelli, or otherwise maybe a step-parent or step-sibling situation. Just realizing they have inappropriate feelings for each other and it gets complicated and twisted.

Also open to other ideas as long as they're not too gory. )

[I'm a sucker for dark AUs on either side of the board. Down for all kinds of aus, really. Torture and blood and gore and dubcon and noncon and people who believe themselves to be less-than-people who get used as such and lay it on meeeeee.]

It's not a happy thought (though he has so few of those these days), that he wishes anyone else were housed on this floor with him. Any of the gang who got released under various stipulations would be best, but at this rate, Clint would take any of the other imprisoned inhabitants of the Raft to talk with. Someone else to share air with.

Not the circulating silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic steps of guards doing their rounds. They don't talk to him; they never talk to him. He's worried they've been ordered specifically not to, but that could just be a general rule of the Raft. They barely look at him, just enough to see he's still there and not dead or dying. And then they leave again, and it's just him alone with his very unhappy thoughts.

Until Tony arrives. Like a balm. That's the intention. Someone who talks to him! Pays him excruciating attention. Tries to touch him. Absolutely smothers him in his Tony-ness, drowns him in all the attention he could want, and god, he doesn't want it. Not now, when he's starting to understand just how far gone Tony is. For him. For what they had, once upon a time.

Tony's too used to getting what he wants. Having it all crumble apart around him was perhaps some kind of straw that broke Rhodey's back. (Clint had been...unkind about that.) He doesn't know. He doesn't know how this started going so fucking wrong.

His own back goes ramrod straight when he hears someone who is definitely not a guard coming.

Tony strides through the doors, chatting loudly with the pair of guards flanking him. He's all smiles as he talks about about the weather, superheroing, his latest donation for the Raft and all the good work they were doing. The guards stop about halfway into the room, when Tony's attention turns to Clint; they promptly turn around and leave, presumably to wait on the other side of the door.

"Heyyy," he says, smile wide as he strides up to the glass fearlessly, almost like the guards he was talking to were never there. "How's my little jailbird doin'?" He asks with a tilt of his head, like he actually might care about the answer. He might have cared, once upon a time. "You look a bit tense." A beat. "Relax; it's just me," he tries, like there isn't a notably predatory look in Tony's eyes.

He wants to believe that someone's planning a jailbreak for him. That Steve's out there, drawing up plans with Natasha, maybe with Sam in tow since he's seen the inside, just waiting for the right moment. That they haven't sprung him yet just means...well, it's a super-super-max prison, for super types of people, in the middle of the fucking water.

At least he's not strapped up like Wanda was. He could use a little of her magic to peel back the roof like a tin can. Would be nice.

Any day now.

"Yeah," and he can't manage to even fake a smile right now. "Just you. Only ever you. What, you can't bribe the higher ups to let anyone else come visit? Only their favorite donor?"

Tony forces out a humorless laugh. "What? I'm not good enough for you anymore?" It comes out meaner, less funny, than he means for it to. Obviously not, Tony. He ran off so many times you had to keep him in one place. Which, well. That's why Clint's still locked up even though Tony was willing to let every one of those other weirdos and losers and traitors walk free.

He walks up to the very reinforced plexiglass and knocks on it softly with a knuckle. "Clint, really don't think I'm being that unreasonable here." It was really for his sake, after all. Considering the last time he ran off on Tony it sort of ended with New York getting invaded by aliens after a solid 20-something years had passed, this is really just a very necessary precautionary measure. Safety net. Security blanket, even. A way to make sure Clint doesn't get himself involved with something stupid again.

He ignores that the stupid thing in question was technically joining SHIELD, which is technically the only reason Tony ever got to see him again. "You've kinda proven you're a flight risk." Once. Many, many years ago. Which Tony really should have gotten over by now.

Clint has begun to understand that an unhappy Tony makes for an unhappier time for him. It makes something squirm in his stomach, hearing a certain tone and seeing a certain look out of Tony. It reminds him of Howard, actually. Only twisted into something arguably worse.

"You let me out of here, I can show you how reasonable I can be." That sounds vaguely like a threat. Maybe because it is. Clint refocuses himself, fingers flexing along the edge of his bunk as he breathes in, relaxes as he lets it go. "I'll forgive you." There. Better. "Let this whole thing pass like water under a bridge. Maybe we can even start again. That's what you want, anyway, right?"

But that's not really it, is it. After New York, that was their sort of starting again, except Tony had been weird about it, and Clint wasn't hung up on their past the same way. Could they start again and find a way back to how they were when they were kids, but something better? Maybe. Maybe. Probably not after this, though. What Tony wants is a continuation, picking up where they left off.

He's a fucking flight risk, after all. Can't give him the chance to disappear back into the world.

"Or do you want to keep me in here in my own little birdcage?"

Tony's quiet for a stretch. "I don't want to, no," he says carefully, too aware of not promising something he isn't actually willing to give. But what he doesn't say is Clint can't really be trusted to not cut and run. The thought alone makes his heart race uncomfortably.

"But I know you'd just use your newfound freedom to meet up with Rogers, and Barnes." And the rest of them, too, probably. Tony sighs deeply and leans his forehead against the glass wall of the cell. "You just want to leave me alone. Again."

And maybe some of that is Tony's fault, sure. He probably could have hunted harder after he gained control of Stark Industries. Could have ignored Stane telling him to make this or that weapon and used his resources to find Clint back in 90-something. Probably. But he didn't, so now he's just been trying to cling since happenstance (fate?) brought them back together.

"Gosh, can't imagine why I'd want to go meet up with friends and teammates after a stint in the pokey." Clint manages to keep himself from rolling his eyes. That's a move he knows wouldn't end very well. The snark at least is something Tony should be used to.

"Wish we weren't on different sides of the debate," is what he eventually says, softer, in theory kinder. "Rogers made a call. I answered it. I wasn't there to fight you specifically. You were just on the other side was all." If Tony had made a call instead, first, would Clint have answered it?

But Tony is a business man. Now. Wasn't when he was young, had the mantle unexpectedly thrust upon him, and then a lot of shit happened from there. But he is one now. Maybe he should treat this like some kind of business arrangement. Gotta know what's on the table first. "What's it gonna take for you to open the door to my cage?"

The snark makes Tony levy a steely gaze in Clint's direction, but he makes no comment directly responding to that part. He liked the snark, he'd always liked the snark. He's trying like hell to not get annoyed by the snark currently. Just like he's trying to not get annoyed by how simple the decision seemed to Clint, to just- To just leave like that.

Tony hopes the irritation doesn't show on his face, at the very least. (It does, it definitely does.)

At the question, though, that all fades into a somewhat pleasant smile. "Simple: Love and trust." A quick beat of silence goes by while Tony seems to consider something. "In fact, you know what-" He snaps his fingers twice, and the door opens a moment later. Without hesitation or caution, he strides into the cell. "See? I'm really not trying to keep you here."

But the arc reactor on his chest indicates he doesn't really trust that easily. At least, not anymore.

There was a time when Tony wasn't intimidating. And, in a fair one on one fight, Clint knows he'd win. But that's not going to happen. Tony's moods are fickle, volatile, and if he doesn't start being real careful, he might never actually leave.

Like now. Like this. Tony gets the door opened like it's nothing, and Clint gets to his feet. Alarm and trepidation and--a trap.

Because that's a trap if he ever saw one. It might be easy to muscle past Tony and out the door. And then what? This is part of that trust he's going on about. Trusting him not to take the opportunity when it presents itself. (And, hell, where would he even go after? He has no way off.)

His eyes dart from Tony to the open space behind him a few times. But Clint doesn't move.

"You're just trying to keep me where you know where I am."

"Exactly." Tony looks like the cat who got the cream, smirk wide, eyes glittering under fluorescent lights. "Exactly, you got it." Until he can trust Clint to stay put, he's not going anywhere. The fact there's no move to escape, not even a twitch in the direction of the door, gives Tony some faith that maybe there was actually something to this idea.

He'll never admit it, but he had his doubts this would, well... Work. He made the necessary calls to free everyone else that was locked up in the Raft, after all. He just- Stopped before he got to Cap's team's last member. It wasn't in an emotional, petulant rage, but it was hardly an entirely logical conclusion to reach either. It made sense - your bird keeps flying off, you clip its wings - but it wasn't logical.

Tony leans against the door frame, arms folded over his arc reactor. "Glad you're starting to realize my logic, here."

Tony being right there by the door doesn't help. The cells are small spaces as it is, but just leaning there, if Clint wasn't careful he could bump Tony off on the way out. If Tony played fair--

And when is the last time in Tony's entire life that he played fair?

He does move, eventually, but only to in theory put himself a little bit further away. To the back wall, where he leans himself. Right down to the crossed arms, like a mirror. So now Clint feels even more like a trapped beast wanting to pace the bars of his cage.

"So what now? You wanna reminisce about old times? Not like you to get stuck in the past; you're a futurist. You look ahead. What's on the horizon?"

"Well, I'd like to let you out." It almost sounds like a promise. "Eventually." That part certainly was.

Tony takes a few slow steps into the cell. He's hardly an imposing figure like this, he knows it, and he's stepping into a very enclosed space with someone who helped bury him under a bunch of cars a few weeks ago. If he's truly scared of that fact, though, it doesn't show on his expression. Maybe it's because he honestly believes love conquers all, or maybe it's just because of the newest arc reactor model sitting in the middle of his chest, housing an uncountable number of nanites. They were quick, impossibly so. If Clint did try anything, he'd be in his armor before anything bad could happen.

"But I'm hardly opposed to nostalgia." He says quietly as he takes a few more steps closer. It's almost like he's trying to soothe a cornered animal. He supposes he kind of is. "Why? You wanna rehash what a dick my father was?" A beat. "I'm sure my therapist -" that he doesn't actually have "- would love that."

Tony keeps closing distance. Keeps getting into his space. Once upon a time, he would've pounced on the opportunity, pounced on Tony, had a real fun time about it. These days...these days, he doesn't know what to expect. It sets him on edge, hairs on the back of his neck raised. There's a tension in Clint's jaw, but he tries not to show his discomfort otherwise.

"I didn't bring up your dad," he points out with a little furrow of his brow, a wry twist of his mouth. "Sounds like maybe you got a couple issues left to work out about that with your doc." That Tony 100% does not have. "Unless you've got someone else who needs punching on your behalf."

Tony only looks shocked at the backtalk for an instant before he responds, nice and slow and measured and calm. "I can think of a few people." Cap for one. Barnes for another. He knows Clint's not offering that. He knows Clint would never. "Don't think you'd go for it this time, though..." He murmurs a second later.

The cell's door remains wide open behind Tony, like he's not in the slightest bit nervous about an escape attempt.

He keeps closing in, like there's not tension thick enough to cut with a knife (or a nanoblade) between them, slowly stalking closer, until Tony can reach out and gently put a hand on Clint's chest, up near his shoulder. "C'mon." His voice is soft, pleading. "I know you miss this. Miss us." There's something akin to begging in Tony's voice; please miss this, please miss us. Because he knows it'll make everything that comes next so much easier.

Tony slowly leans in for a kiss, gripping Clint's shoulder to keep him from pulling back.

Hey, what's a friendly punch between friends? Not that what he'd done to Howard was at all friendly. Clint's a little less angry these days. Less feral.

The thing Tony just doesn't seem to understand is that--he does miss this. Does miss them.

Not enough to have gone back. Not enough to go back and apologize and hey maybe we can try again. He'd run off and then ended up with his own life, and Tony got stuck with his, and it's just crazy random happenstance that their paths collided again. And Tony had been so weird about it, and Clint seemed to be the only one of them to recognize they were different people now. Not wild teenagers making it up as they go. Maybe they could start again, but it would be a starting over, not jumping right back in as if that part of their lives had been hanging in a limbo of pause and finally hitting the play button again.

What he misses is what they were. Which is not what they are now. He's pretty sure Tony won't want to hear that.

So in spite of the tension, in spite of the way he does want to pull back, actually, Clint allows the kiss to happen. Lets himself, for just a fleeting moment, get swept up in the sensation. Pretend like it's fine. Like he's all of sixteen again fumbling around on a couch in a fancy Cambridge apartment. His arms uncross, hands unclench. One snakes up to fit at Tony's jaw. So does the other, because Tony is going slow, and Clint decides what needs to happen is going fast.

His body shifts, pivots, flips their positions to pin Tony to the wall, and his hands soften the blow enough to not make to slam Tony's head back too hard--but hopes it's hard enough for him to render him dizzy.

For just enough time for Clint to push off and bolt for the door.

It isn't freedom. He knows it. He knows it, how there's floors of guards and security to get to, and even past that, there's the water, but he's resourceful, resilient. There has to be a boat or a helicopter or something he can steal, if only he's good enough--

The back of his head thunks gently against the back of the cell's plexiglass wall, and Tony's a bit lost in the sensation. Finally, finally, he's getting what he wants- And then the whole thing stops in a split second and Tony is left slumped against the wall, blinking stupidly, for a solid several seconds.

Ah. So that's the game they were playing.

Tch. He was annoyed, yes, incredibly so, but Tony has to admit Clint's resourcefulness has always been a little annoying when it wasn't insanely helpful and a boon to the Avengers, after all. So- Maybe this was just- Energy he'd have to redirect. Like getting a dog a plushy to destroy instead of the couch. It was fine. He could make it fine.

Tony presses the arc reactor in the middle of his chest, two quick taps. Instantly, the nanites swim over his form, interlocking and attaching to each other to create his armor. He kicks his feet up and flies at Clint. He's halfway to the door when Tony catches him, scooping him up in absurdly strong metal arms. He does a quick midair turn so Tony's feet hit the door with a loud, metallic thunk. He figures that's probably better than slamming Clint into the door full force at - he quickly glances at his speedometer - 100 kmh. It leaves a sizable dent in the door.

He'd have to pay to get that repaired. Oh well. "You cannot possibly think that was gonna work." His voice distorter can't hide the irritated amusement in Tony's voice. Like the escape attempt was truly ridiculous. Maybe even insulting to someone with a worse sense of humor.

Look.

Shut up.

There is, in fact, the tiniest bit of him grateful that Tony decided to take the brunt of the impact and not just flatten his man into indiscernible paste on the door. And he hates that glimmer of gratefulness, because fuck it, that's the least Tony could do.

Speaking of energy in need of redirecting, Clint can't just be limp in stupid metal arms. He thrashes for a few desperate moments, legs kicking, hands pushing, until the caged animal in his chest gives up the ghost about it. Fine. Next time, don't be nice about Tony's thick skull.

"Worth a shot," he pants. Was it? Well, now he's got a better idea of Tony's reaction times. He'll have to be mindful of the armor. It's attached to Tony's chest, but on the outside, so it isn't like he'd be pulling a plug on something Tony needs... "Kiss was nice. Should do it again sometime, yeah?"

Tony lets himself scoff into a chuckle as he walks them both back over to the cell's door. Yeah, fine, it was sort of funny. He could see the amusing part of it all. He wasn't insulted by it or anything. That would be crazy, a bridge too far even at this point. When he sets Clint down on the floor again, directly in front of the cell's open door, it's with pointed gentleness. See? He's not doing this to be cruel, it's all just- Quite unfortunate, really. That he has to do this.

Because he does.

He does have to do this.

"Kiss was nice..." But as much as he wants to take the helmet down, make that sometime nice and soon, Tony doesn't. Just hovers, blocking Clint's path between the door back to captivity, and the dented door out to freedom. He might not be in a fighting stance at the moment, but he looks ready for a struggle or another sprint, and makes no moves to remove the armor.

After a long pause, Tony gestures at the cell. "Just- Don't make me drag you back in there." Because he really does not want to do all that right now. Hardly establishes trust, to either of them.

[ hard no: anything involving bathroom stuff, disembowelment, amputation, or death. ]

(Some likes: noncon, dubcon, fuck or die, age gap + power imbalance [Gavin is 36 and a detective; younger or older characters are great, with the latter maybe being some sort of superior to him], incest [cross-generational especially, e.g. parent/child, uncle-aunt-etc/niece-nephew-etc, Gavin/grandparent], kidnap/captivity/Stockholm syndrome, jealousy/possessiveness/obsession. Kink list is here, for some more ideas. The “maybe” section is fine for this meme.

Limits: death is fine with discussion, but please no loss of limbs for Gavin.

Gavin is an asshole who hates androids, and he has zero character development in canon. I’m still figuring out what pairing dynamics I like for him in particular, but: characters he can be possessive/jealous over, and/or who will be possessive/jealous over him. Hate/enemies/annoyance to love. Insistent characters who can tolerate him being a horrible person [and potentially helping him be less of an asshole]. Toxic/abusive relationships.)

[ f/f only, kink list here. my ONLY actual issue with noncon is that w here would blow herself up in that scenario, so if you're good with the worst ending, more power to ya. i love toxic shit so the darker and messier the better ay.

more info & prefs here. oc & cross-everything welcome ]

Shut up or the bird bites the big one

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Reno || Final Fantasy VII Franchise || OTA (m/m for shipping preferred)

Popful Mail | Popful Mail | OTA

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oh boy. time to make you immediately regret the question

Joke’s on you, I am fascinated by this shit!!!

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Beryl Gut | Fate/Grand Order | OTA

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Ren Amamiya | Persona 5 Royal | OTA (canon)

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