#tw hostage situation

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (280)

The hero frowned at the villain. “Are you wearing a new perfume?”

The villain shrugged. “I thought I should dress up for the occasion.”

“Of starting a hostage situation in a bank?”

#villain x hero #hero x villain #my prompts #hero prompt #villain prompt #tw hostage situation

[serickswrites]

From a Whisper

Warnings: hostage situation, torture, captivity, emotional manipulation, self sacrifice, bruises, broken bones, blood, wounds, strangulation, choking, unconsciousness

"You look awful," Whumper whispered in Whumpee's ear. Their hot, wet breath tickled Whumpee. "Do you think Caretaker will recognize you?"

Whumpee opened their mouth to reply, but Whumper clamped their hand down on Whumpee's mouth. Whumpee swallowed their retort. There was no point in angering Whumper any further. It was hopeless.

"Look, here they come now," Whumper whispered as they tightened their grip on Whumpee's face. They began with their other hand, to press down on the deep bruise on Whumpee's collar bone. Whumpee wasn't entirely sure something wasn't broken, but with the pressure Whumper put on them, it would surely break. Their screams were muffled as Whumper kept their other hand on Whumpee's mouth.

"Let them go," Caretaker's voice carried across the room.

Whumpee looked up, their vision hazy with pain, their heart falling as they say Caretaker was really there. They had fallen for the bait.

"This is a hostage situation. If you're negotiating for their release, you've got to give me something," Whumper hissed, slowly drawing their hand away from Whumpee's mouth and putting their fingers on Whumpee's throat.

"Don't--" Whumpee started, but Whumper's fingers tightened, cutting off all air Whumpee had.

"Stop hurting them, Whumper. I am here like you asked. Let them go." Caretaker didn't look at Whumpee's face. They only had eyes for Whumper.

"Your presence is not enough, Caretaker. Give me something better. And I'd hurry if I were you, they don't look so good."

Blackness encroached the edge of Whumpee's vision. They sputtered and choked, but couldn't get a breath around Whumper's fingers. They shook their head. Caretaker couldn't give up anything for them.

"I will give you what you want, but you have to let them go first! Whumper!"

Whumper smiled and when they spoke, their voice sounded so far away even though Whumpee knew they were right next to Whumper. "I don't have to do anything. It is you who has to do something."

Whumpee gasped, their lungs burning for air. And still there was nothing. Their knees buckled, but Whumper kept them upright, the grip on their throat tightening.

"Jesus, Whumper! Stop! Stop!"

Whumpee wanted to reassure Caretaker. Wanted to ease the fear they heard in Caretaker's voice. Wanted to comfort Caretaker. But as the sounds began to fade and the darkness began to consume them, Whumpee realized there was nothing they could do to stop either Whumper or Caretaker.

And that was the last thought Whumpee had as they fell into the waiting darkness.

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw captivity #tw torture #tw hostage situation #tw emotional manipulation #tw self sacrifice #tw bruises #tw broken bones #tw blood #tw wounds #tw strangulation #tw choking #tw unconsciousness #whumpuary #whumpuary2024 #day 15/16 #prompt: “you look awful” #prompt: hostage situation #prompt: muffled screams #queue

[caymansgifs]

NELL VERLAQUE as JESSICA WRIGHT (THANKSGIVING)

"I didn't get to tell you what I was thankful for... the service in here."

#cg_thanksgiving #cg_nellverlaque #tw gun #tw guns #tw hostage situation #thanksgiving #thanksgiving movie #thanksgiving 2023 #nell verlaque #jessica wright #thanksgiving jessica #jessica thanksgiving #jess wright #horror #horror gifs #horror films #horror film #horror movie #final girl #final girls

[coldmori]

How many times have you held kel hostage?

#coldmori #{❄️} asks #{❄️} art #{❄️} no spoilers #tw #tw hostage situation #cw #cw hostage situation

[fishedeyelenz]

More Agnes posting. Different phases of her life.

First one how she looked while she was being held captive by Billy in the basement after he killed their parents (which happened years after the incident Billy recounts/relives in the movie).

Second when she kinda got a hold of her life and was studying psychology at university. She wanted to help people who were in similar situations to hers, not realizing she would also need to work with people who remind her a bit too much of her brother. Not a fun time for her :(

Bonus doodle from while I was concepting her. Realized this lady could be her and Billy's mom so I guess here's Mrs. Lenz

#agnes lenz #billy lenz #A bit of a lore dump I guess #tw abuse #Tw hostage situation #tw kidnap mention #my art #Shes still in that awkward phase where i haven't drawn her a lot so her design is inconsistent but oh well

[silvrash-797]

@webhead3345 here's your Pre-LU ask!

Roll for stealth... (pt 1)

Day 17: hostage situation

Part 2 | Part 3

Read on ao3

“Link! Link, can you hear me?!” Riju's panicking voice crackled from Link's slate, and he glanced at his wolf companion before pulling it from his hip.

“Shhh, Riju, I can hear you. What’s the matter?”

“You must come to town, quickly! Buliara's been missing for days,” she sobbed, “I don’t know what to do!”

“It’s okay, Riju, take a deep breath,” Link soothed, and he heard a shuddering breath over their connection. “We’ll be there in just a few minutes, okay?”

“Yes, okay,” another breath, steadier this time, “Please hurry, Link.”

She severed the communication, and Link moved to his clothing inventory, changing into the vai set in a stream of blue light. He navigated to the slate’s map, then glanced down at his companion.

“Ready, Wolfie?” he asked. An affirming bark was all he needed. “Then let’s go.”

Link tapped the screen over the Daqo Chisay shrine, dissolving into a familiar stream of blue light.

Shortly after Link materialized, Wolfie emerged from his own black teleportation portal, shaking out his pelt as his paws settled on the warm sand. Link ran his hand through the thick ruff at his neck as they walked to the town's main entrance, grateful as always for Wolfie's companionship.

They made their way through town to the palace, noticing a subtle tension simmering throughout the population. The strings of tension all gathered at Riju, whom they could see pacing from across the palace.

In just a few great strides, Link placed himself in front of Riju, taking her by the shoulders and meeting her eye. “Rij, you’re scaring everyone. Breathe.”

“Link! You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry.” She took several deep breaths, the tension slowly bleeding from her shoulders as she calmed down.

“Now,” Link said, pulling her down to sit near one of the decorative ponds, smiling as Wolfie laid his head in her lap, “tell me what happened.”

Riju took one last deep breath before holding out a shaking hand. In it was a scrap of distinctive red paper, and Link's stomach sank.

Taking it carefully, he read the words scrawled across its surface.

We have taken your beloved guard hostage. Return the Thunder Helm to our keeping and she may be returned to you.

“The guards found that pinned to the outer wall just before you arrived,” Riju explained.

“I don’t like that wording,” Link chewed on his lip beneath his veil. ���Buliara may be returned if you surrender the Thunder Helm to the Yiga, but there’s no guarantee.”

“That’s what has me so scared,” Riju admitted. “We can’t leave her with them, but the Thunder Helm is our heirloom. At no guarantee…” She took a deep, shaky breath, tears welling in her eyes. “I don’t know what to do, Link.”

Link crouched on the floor, drawing her eyes to his. “I freed Barta the first time. I got the Helm back, too,” he reassured, “Leave this to me. I’ll have Buliara back by this time tomorrow.”

Riju threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. “Thank you, Link,” she whispered. “Please be careful.”

Link stood, nodding, then he and Wolfie made a beeline to the opposite side of town, where they rented one of Frelly's best-trained sand seals. It was still early evening when they left from the northwestern gate, beating an uneventful path towards Karusa Valley and the Yiga hideout.

They arrived at the base of the cliffs dominating the hideout as the moon was rising. Leaving the seal in the shadow of an overhang with some hydromelons, Link changed into his Sheikah stealth set, carefully and silently infiltrating the hideout, Wolfie padding at his side.

Link growled silently as he approached Barta's old cell, seeing it empty. The Yiga must be holding Buliara deeper in the base.

Understandable, but inconvenient.

Cautiously, Link and Wolfie made their way deeper and deeper, winding through corridors, hiding in alcoves, distracting with bananas as necessary until they came at last to a long hallway lined with barred cells. Water dripped somewhere nearby; the air smelled of mildew and rot.

Heart beating heavily in his chest, Link crept down the line of cells, seeing nothing inside until about halfway down – the giant Gerudo warrior was difficult to miss, crammed into a cell made for Hylians.

Link could tell Buliara had been hurt during her capture – large bruises and freshly scabbed over cuts could be seen all over her body, and the fading evidence of a black eye covered half her face. Despite all that, she was awake, glaring at him in distrust until he pulled his mask down, showing his face.

“Link,” she breathed, “why have you come?”

Link pulled the slate from his hip, using the magnesis rune to open the cell door as he responded. “Riju's been worried sick. She asked me to rescue you.” He finished fiddling with the rune and the door swung open on silent hinges. “Can you walk?”

Carefully, she unfolded herself from the cell, emerging into the corridor and stretching before she nodded. “Yes, Link, I can. Sarqso.”

“Don’t thank me just yet – we still have to get out of here…and you’re going to be rather difficult to hide.” He gave her a small, apologetic grin. “Sorry.”

“Do not apologize, little voe. I was not entirely conscious, but I do recall the difficulty I gave the Yiga scum when they imprisoned me. Do you have a plan?”

“Half of one, I think. All we really can do is try to sneak back the way we came. If they catch us, run like mad for the entrance – I left my sand seal at the base of the cliffs outside the hideout, so as long as we can get you out, you can take it back to Gerudo town.”

Buliara looked at him in concern, “And what about you, little voe?”

‘As long as I have my slate I can teleport to the shrine outside of town, I’ll be fine.”

Wolfie suddenly began to growl, staring further into the prison, and Link took that as their cue. “Time to go.”

He began to lead the way back out of the base, and with a lot of luck – and nearly all his bananas as distractions – they made it back to Barta's cell without incident.

“Last room,” he signed as they entered the narrow hallway. Buliara nodded.

FWEEEEEEET!

The piercing whistle stopped them in their tracks. Link's heart jumped into his throat at the deep chuckle of Yiga blademasters, watching as several imposing silhouettes appeared before them in puffs of red paper and smoke. The high cackle of Yiga footsoldiers sounded behind them and Link whirled around, trying to see how many Yiga they were surrounded by.

It was not an encouraging number.

He turned back to the blademasters when one of then spoke. “The Hero of Hyrule,” he sneered, “come to meddle once again.”

He drew his Windcleaver, pointing it at Link's neck. “It wasn’t enough that you murdered our leader? Now you must come and interfere with our prisoners.”

A few taps at his slate and Link was in his Hylian armor set, his own captured windcleaver in hand, held lightly at his side despite its weight. “Let us pass,” he demanded, with much more confidence than he truly felt, “I’ve bested your clan once before, and I will do it again.”

“Not a chance, Hero,” the blademaster hissed, closing ranks with his fellows. “We will eliminate the threat to our Lord Ganon, and be heralded as heroes in our own right!”

Link widened his stance, holding the windcleaver ready to charge, feeling his stamina slowly drain as he fed power to the blade. He consciously held Urbosa’s Fury back, not wanting Buliara or Wolfie to be injured in the close quarters. “You leave me no choice,” he whispered, then turned slightly to make eye contact with his companions. “Buliara, RUN!” he shouted, releasing the charge attack, sending out a massive wave of air that bowled over the blademasters in front of them.

She pushed past him, shouldering the stumbling guards out of the way. Link turned, catching a footsoldier's demon carver on his blade before it could slam into his side.

“Wolfie!” he called, releasing another charge attack to give himself some space, “Go with her! Make sure she gets back okay!”

His companion whined, teeth bared in defiance. A growl rumbled deep in the wolf's throat.

“GO!” Link shouted, switching his Windcleaver for the Master Sword and Hylian shield. “I’ll be fine!” He parried an attack from a vicious sickle, rushing in to press the advantage against the staggering soldier.

He heard Wolfie whine again, but then an affirming bark sounded along with receding pawsteps. Link let the focus of battle – block, thrust, dodge, parry, slash, flurry rush! – sweep over him, until an unseen sickle broke through his guard, carving a long gash across his right bicep.

Instantly, his focus was lost, and he gasped at the crippling numbness spreading across the limb. He tried to raise his shield to parry a demon carver but missed the timing, the weapon coming through and leaving a deep cut across his chest.

Breath coming high and fast, Link tried to keep up with the fight, but the tide had turned out of his favor. Before he knew it, the Master Sword had shattered in his hand, his shield was knocked from his grasp, the slate was torn from his hip, and his arms were pinned tight behind his back as a pair of footsoldiers forced him to his knees.

The sharp tip of a Windcleaver jabbed into the soft skin of his throat, forcing his head up to meet the emotionless glare of a blademaster's mask. “You’re ours now,” he chuckled darkly. “Good night, Hero.”

A sharp impact rang through his brain, and Link knew nothing more than pain.

#SilvrAsh writes #febuwhump #day 17 #pre-LU #botw link #botw riju #lu wolfie #tw hostage situation #will be continued tomorrow

[mythical-illustrator]

It's been a minute but here is another fanart of one of my favorite fanfictions by @staycalmandhugaclone

This is from chapter "Knife to Throat" from Docs Adventures

Doc 99 in a wee bit of trouble, held hostage in front of her boys.

Let me know if I need to tag any warning ⚠️ I missed

Art master list

#star wars #my art #the clone wars #the bad batch #starwars bad batch #fan art #doc 99 #fanfiction fanart #mild violence #tw blo0d #tw hostage situation #emotional scenes #sw clone wars #sw bad batch #star wars oc #tbb oc #star wars fanfiction #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader

[courtneygacha]

Stained Water

Tw: Hostage, holding for ransom, gun, gunshot, falling off a cliff, drowning, major character death

Caretaker ran through the the forest to the cliff where Whumper had disappeared with Whumpee. There was some SWAT Units along with their team following them from behind. “Whumper, don’t move!” They yelled as they reached the end of the woods.

Caretaker immediately pulled their gun out once they saw the sight.

Whumper had Whumpee standing at the edge of the cliff, a gun pointed at them. Whumpee was frozen in place like a statue, while Whumper wore a sick grin. Caretaker’s breath hitched.

“Lower your weapon.” They said.

“You lower yours.” Whumper replied.

“What do you want? What are your demands?” Caretaker said anxiously.

“Cutting right to the chase, are we?” Whumper said, slowly letting down their gun as Caretaker and the team followed. “I want my criminal record wiped clean, as well as 500,000 dollars for my compensation. You know I never intended for it to get this far…” They said, their eyes trailing to Whumpee’s terrified face. “And I want it soon.”

“We can’t give you that right this moment.” Caretaker said. “It’s going to take us a few days.”

“I don’t care how long it takes, just get it to me.” Whumper barked, “I will stand here with them for days if I have to.”

“We can’t ensure this will happen unless Whumpee is given to us safely.”

“You must think I’m stupid, Caretaker. I’m not letting them go until I get proof I’m free.”

“Whumper, I’m serious.” Caretaker said, raising their gun back up to them.

“I’m serious too.” Whumper copied.

“J-Just give them what they want…” Whumpee whispered loud enough for the others to hear. Caretaker could see their hands were shaking and there was tears of fear in their eyes.

“We’ll get it to you as soon as we can, just please-“

Whumper sighed loudly, “This is taking too long!” They exclaimed. Caretaker stomach lurched. They didn’t like where this was going

“I’ll get my pardon from someone else.”

Caretaker noticed it too late; Whumper’s finger moving from the handle to the trigger. They weren’t fast enough, they stuttered with theirs.

BANG.

A hole sprouted in Whumpee’s chest, their eyes fluttered and they toppled backwards off the cliff.

“WHUMPEE, NO!” Caretaker screamed.

Whumpee was barely conscious, but they could feel themselves falling. They had no idea what waited for them at the bottom of the cliff. Whatever it was, it was going to finish them off, that’s for sure.

The air around them suddenly felt cold. Whumpee realized it wasn’t air. There was a lake at the bottom of the cliff. They were sinking, down down down into the waters. Whumpee didn’t try to fight it. Their life disappeared from their body underneath the blood-stained waters that contained them.

Taglist: @whumpy-whump-fanfics @bookbutterfly9 @whumpdreamz @diamond-flavored-whump @whatwhumpcomments @astr0-mj

#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #tw drowning #tw gun #tw gunshot #tw falling #tw major character death #tw hostage situation

[penvisions]

dev spent the night at the er

whelp, spent 8 hours at the er last night for abdominal pain and bleeding from my belly button (??) and it was standing room only, no seats cleared up and no one got taken back to a room the entire time

so i drove to another er this morning to find a line of people out into the entrance way outside (where it's just above freezing) and they had been waiting just to check in for two hours at a desk that was empty

all the urgent cares and clinics around the city require a copayment i don't have enough money in my account for and also don't know if they're going to even see me with the postings they have about being backed up and seeing people that checked in on previous dates they didn't get to

i dunno what to do, y'all but i'm in so much pain and i feel terrible

#dev talks #personal #dev isn't doing too well #tw health #tw medial #tw hospital #tw hostage situation

[serickswrites]

Suggestion: A Hero x Civilian story where Civilian is held at weapon-point by Villain and maybe an awesome fight scene? I just love hostages and standoffs!

Hello @courtneygacha this is a great suggestion! Please enjoy your request.

Warnings: hostage situation, guns, gun point, threat of death, physical violence

Hero’s mouth went dry as they reached the roof top where Villain had demanded to meet. Villain was there. And so was Civilian. Civilian stood completely still as Villain pressed a gun to their temple. “So nice of you to join us, Hero,” Villain smiled as Hero made their presence known.

“Let Civilian go. Your beef is with me.” Hero hoped their voice sounded more confident than they felt. They couldn’t stand for Civilian to be hurt.

“And that is precisely why I have them, Hero. My beef is with you. They’re merely caught in the crossfire. Isn’t that such a shame?” They rubbed their cheek along the top of Civilian’s head. “They are so lovely.”

Civilian desperately tried to catch Hero’s gaze, but Hero couldn’t tear their eyes from Villain’s. “They are. And all the more reason for you to let them go. It’s me you want.”

Villain never broke eye contact with Hero. “Maybe I changed my mind.” They inhaled deeply as they continued to rub their cheek like a cat along Civilian’s head. “Maybe I want them now.”

Before Hero could open their mouth to reply, Civilian rocked their head back and up, smashing their head into Villain’s nose. Villain shrieked with pain as Civilian ducked and Hero charged forward. Civilian rolled away from the melee, as Hero began to pummel Villain. Hero did not relent in their attack on Villain. They couldn’t. Civilian was in danger if they didn’t stop.

But Villain was also just as powerful. Hero initially got a few hits in by surprise before Villain regained their footing to fight back. The two supers fought ferociously as Civilian looked on in horror. Was Hero powerful enough to defeat Villain? Civilian couldn’t stand the thought of Hero being hurt, or even killed, on their behalf. And they couldn’t stand the thought of being trapped with Villain forever.

Hero hurt. Their body ached. Villain was physically more powerful than them. Each hit drained Hero of power, of energy, as pain began to take over. But they couldn’t let Villain win. Wouldn’t let Villain win. And with a final burst of energy, Hero put everything they had into a single punch that connected with Villain’s jaw. Villain collapsed as the punch rendered them unconscious.

Hero sighed with relief as they sank to their knees. Civilian was safe.

“Hero!” Civilian surged forward as Hero slumped over.

“‘M ‘ere,” Hero croaked, barely having the energy to lift their head. “‘M ok.”

“You’re so stupid!” Civilian said as they lifted Hero’s head, kissing them softly and gently. “Why would you take on Villain alone? They are so powerful.”

Hero blinked up at Civilian. “Couldn’t let them hurt you. Couldn’t stand it.”

Civilian smiled. “And I can’t stand to see you hurt. Come on, let’s go home.” Civilian helped Hero rise. They put a hand out to steady Hero as they began to walk.

“That sounds wonderful,” Hero murmured as they leaned on Civilian. They were glad Civilian was made of tougher things than they give Civilian credit for. And they were glad they were able to stop Villain in time.

#serickswrites #writeblr #short writing #tw hostage situation #tw guns #tw gun point #tw threat of death #tw physical violence #hero #civilian #villain #hero x villain #hero x civilian #villain x civilian #hero x villain community #requests #queue

[caymansgifs]

MARILYN BURNS as SALLY HARDESTY (THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE '74)

#cg_tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #the texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #tcm 1974 #marilyn burns #sally hardesty #final girl #70s horror #final girls #horror gifs #horror gifset #tcm gifs #horror #horror films #horror movies #tw blood #tw fake blood #tw hostage situation #tw gore #tw fake gore #tw horror

[fightingdragonswiftyou]

Reading about Kfir Bibas's first birthday, a baby who has spent a quarter of his life as a hostage, while holding my own red-headed baby boy. My heart hurts. Bring them home! Release the hostages!

#israel #hostages #tw hostage situation #bring them home now #no hate allowed on this post this is literally a baby being held hostage

[rueitae]

For @playerappreciationweek 2023, day 6, “Ninja disappearing act!”

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, canon typical violence, hostage situations

Chapter summary: All good things come to an end. Even kidnappings. Player didn’t exactly mean to disappear.

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego 2019 #cs fanfic #player bouchard #Rueitae #tw kidnapping #tw hostage situation #csplayerweek2023

[team-frustration-boss-zakuyamo]

Showing up in your ask box fucking instantly, do NOT break the shell of the Bad Egg, broil or freeze them. Breaking the shell of a living bad egg is exactly what those try to get you to do. They are also extremely invasive here as well, we do not like them. Also they are deadly poisonous don't eat a dead bad egg either. Sorry, please respond when you can because I was not expecting to see weaponized Bad Egg on my dash today. - @made-this-blog-to-poke-my-rival

That's why I am holding those enigma grunts hostage to fix that dammed issue

#pokemon irl #irl pkmn #pkmn irl #high stakes pokereality #tw hostage situation

[thlayli-ra]

I was inspired by a writing prompt on @sinderellanightwolf 's blog and just HAD to write it down. Let me know what you think!

Kissing Request; 42 (Life or Death kisses)

Pairing - Finn Balor/The Shield (Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose)

AU - Police

Rating - Mature (sexual themes)

Contains - M/M, kissing, fondling, hostage situation

Word Count - 2,076 words

The armed men had rushed in around noon taking as many hostages as they could and barricading themselves into a small windowless room. The police had cordoned off the building and surrounding streets but the SWAT teams had been told to hold back for now - there was no clear way inside and they couldn't risk harming the hostages.

And that was where Finn came in. He was considered one of the best hostage crisis negotiators in the state, revered among his peers. Unshakeably cool under pressure with bags of Irish charm, he had faced countless situations like this before and always managed to de-escalate the situation without a single drop of blood spilled.

In fact, the terrorists had asked for him by name.

Having arrived at the scene and been debriefed, Finn pulled on a bulletproof vest, grabbed his headset and made his way under the barrier tape. He was greeted by three officers, all dressed in full riot gear and holding large rifles.

'Agent Balor,' the largest and broadest of the three greeted the Irishman with a firm handshake. 'Officer Reigns. This is Officer Ambrose and Officer Rollins. We'll be your cover out there.'

'Think of us as your personal shield,' Rollins added with a smirk.

'It's comforting to know I have men like you watching my back,' Finn remarked. 'Have they made any demands yet?'

'Nope,' Ambrose shook his head. 'They refuse to talk to anybody but you.'

'Then let's not waste anymore time,' Finn said and walked towards the building, flanked by the three officers. By now, it was rush hour and the area had gathered a large crowd of onlookers watching the proceedings with morbid fascination. Finn ignored their stares and the heat of the mid-summer sun as he turned on his headset.

'Hello? This is Agent Finn Balor, can you hear me?' No response. 'Hello, this is Agent Finn Balor, is there anybody there? Please respond if you can-'

'It's him! It's him!' He heard an excited voice on the other end of his line. 'Is that Agent Balor?'

'Yes, it is.'

'Say something Irish!'

'Ummm, what's the craic?'

A pause. 'Yeah it's definitely him!'

Finn took little notice of the strange behaviour. Gain enough of a reputation in a field such as his and the weirdos inevitably came crawling out of the woodwork. 'Now that we've established it's really me, let's try and work something out, shall we? Some of those people in there have families waiting for them at home. Let's try and get them back in time for supper.'

'Now listen here,' the voice turned aggressive, 'we have our demands and if they're not met, we're gonna open fire and kill every last person here, understand?'

'I understand,' Finn swiped aside any nerves; this was not the time for them.

'Oh, and we have a monitor in here, we're watching the news coverage so we can see you, Agent Balor and everybody else out there with you.'

The hint of a shiver danced up the Irishman's spine. He was glad of the large armed men around him. 'I have no intention of lying or deceiving you. Please, tell me your demands.'

The line went quiet and the sound of muffled voices rustled in the background. The terrorist was conferring with his partner-in-crime. 'Ok, Agent Balor. Our first demand is...' A bead of sweat trickled down Finn's forehead but he paid it no heed as he waited for their response. '...you must go up to that guy beside you and kiss him.'

Finn blinked. 'I... I'm sorry, can you repeat that?'

'Go kiss that guy to your right,' the voice said again, confirming Finn's suspicions. 'Not just a peck either, make it steamy.'

'You... want me to kiss Officer Rollins?' He eyed the officer in question who looked as confused as he did.

'You want us to shoot these people?'

'No, of course I don't, it's just that-?' His eyes met those of Rollins who shouldered his rifle.

'It's life or death here, Agent Balor,' he said, pulling up the visor of his helmet. 'I'll do my duty if you will.'

The Irishman's heart skipped a beat at the dark doe eyes and pretty face staring back at him. There were certainly worse situations he could find himself in 'Ok, fine. I'll do it. Are you watching?'

'Oh yeeeah, we are!'

Finn rolled his eyes as he walked up to Officer Rollins. Put on the spot, the pair awkwardly grasped one another by the shoulders before leaning in. Finn flinched momentarily as Officer Rollins' mouth found his and closed his eyes, the two of them standing rigid with their lips flattened against the others.

'Come on Agent Balor,' the voice in his ear chastised, 'this aint some high school church dance. Use a little tongue.'

Rollins was the first to comply and opened his mouth, his hot breath steaming Finn's skin, masterfully engulfing the Irishman's full lips. The grip on his shoulders tightened and Rollins turned his face, deepening the passionate kiss even more. Finn was left stunned when Rollins' tongue slipped between his lips, the soft caress enough to draw a needy groan from his throat.

'You're obviously enjoying yourself Agent Balor,' the voice teased. 'He must be a very good kisser.'

Finn couldn't deny it; Officer Rollins was a master at his craft. Sensual, sweet and attentive. He could do this for an eternity, locked in his embrace. By the time the officer released the Irishman, his pale skin had turned a deep pink.

It took him a while to find his voice. 'Is... was that enough for you?'

'That was perfection,' the voice on the other end of the line purred.

'Big guy,' another voice sounded, obviously his partner-in-crime. 'Do the big guy next.'

'No, leave him till last. Do the other one first,'

'Yeah, the guy with the really slim waist.'

'So, now you want me to kiss Officer Ambrose?' Finn confirmed, his voice still breathy from his encounter with Rollins.

'Yeah, yeah. Do it.' Ambrose was already making his way towards him, leaving Finn little time to think. 'Wait, take off his helmet, we wanna see his face.'

'Go on,' Ambrose prompted and Finn slipped the black helmet and visor from the man's head. A tangle of sandy blonde curls tumbled loose from his crown, which he flicked back with a jerk of his head and fixed the Irishman with two simmering blue eyes. Finn barely had time to process how gorgeous the officer was before his face was grabbed by two gloved hands and Ambrose shoved his lips onto his.

Compared to Rollins, Ambrose was sloppy and animalistic, all teeth and spittle as he nipped the Irishman's lips over and over. The grip on his face was strong and unyielding, rugged fingers curling into Finn's beard and gripping it tightly so that he could not pull away. Not that he wanted to! As different as Rollins' and Ambrose's styles were, they were as equally addictive. While Rollins' sensuality stole Finn's breath away, Ambrose's roughness kicked up his heart until it pounded against his rib cage, adrenaline flooding his senses.

Biting down one last time, the nip enough to draw a small bead of blood, Ambrose let go with another jerk of his head, shooting the Irishman a lopsided smirk. Smug bastard! Finn stumbled on wobbly legs, resisting the urge to wipe the dampness from his chin.

'Having fun, Agent Balor?' the voice was cackling now, mocking the once cool, composed negotiator. 'We certainly are.'

'Let me guess, you have one more demand?' Finn asked aloud, looking over his shoulder to spy the largest of the three men. 'You want me to kiss Officer Reigns next?'

'You are so clever, Agent Balor,' the voice cheered.

'And if I do this, you will let the hostages go?' Finn pressed.

'Yes, every one, and we will put down our weapons and turn ourselves in.'

'Then I'd best do it, hadn't I?'

Without being instructed, Finn lifted the helmet from Officer Reigns' head, finding to his delight another handsome face, with tanned skin and a strong jaw. His lips looked as delicious as fruit freshly plucked from the bough and Finn wasted no time in capturing them. The larger man parted his lips to let Finn in, wrapping his arms around the Irishman and grasping him firmly.

'Grab his ass!' the voice commanded and before Finn could ask who the order was directed at, Reigns' hands moved to his backside and cupped both pert cheeks in his giant palms. Finn pulled his head back and gasped when large, strong fingers began to knead the tautly muscled flesh, in return hearing something like a tiger's growl rumbling in the pit of the larger man's throat.

Reigns pounced, taking possession of the Irishman's lips once more, sucking them into his warm mouth while his tongue explored them further. Reigns clearly enjoyed being in charge and Finn happily gave his body over to the officer, succumbing to the larger man's raw domination. One hand fell away from his backside to grab a fistful of his short, dark hair, tugging until the Irishman hissed. Reigns had done this before and knew exactly what he was doing - the force on his hair perfectly weighted between pain and rapture. Finn whimpered like an excited puppy.

'Oh Agent Balor, the noises you're making,' the voice whined down his ear. 'You're making us very jealous. We left you the best for last, didn't we?'

Finn couldn't answer; his mouth now belonged to Reigns. He could barely even reciprocate but the officer didn't care. Between the hand in his hair, the hand on his ass and the tongue in his mouth, Reigns was getting enough from the Irishman to satiate his desires.

When he finally pulled away, Finn felt dizzy, as if he'd just been through an out-of-body experience and had abruptly returned to his senses. He swiped a hand through his sweaty hair, reality jarring back into focus when the butt of his palm hit his headset.

'Is that it?' he said, remembering the job at hand. 'Did I meet your demands?'

'Ohhh, that and more, Agent Balor,' the voice sang. 'Look towards the door.'

Finn turned around and was hit with a wave of relief when the double doors to the building opened and a crowd of wide-eyed hostages fled to freedom. At last, the SWAT team rushed inside while the police force attended to the survivors. The line in his ear went dead, replaced by loud static. Removing his headset, he was suddenly hit with the full force of his condition. He was breathless and lightheaded, his lips bruised and his chin dripping. Glancing around at the mass of faces watching him in an almost voyeuristic fashion, he felt as if he was naked. He absentmindedly popped up the collar of his leather jacket in a feeble attempt to hide from their gazes.

'Good job, Agent Balor,' it was Reigns who spoke, Rollins and Ambrose falling in line behind him. They didn't seem fazed by their strange day in the slightest. 'The terrorists have been arrested and not a single hostage hurt. I'd call that a success.'

'Aye, sure,' Finn hushed out through trembling lips.

'Here,' Reigns held out his hand, a card between his two fingers. 'Call any time, if you need mine or...' he glanced back over his shoulder with a sly grin, '..all of our services again.'

'Thanks,' Finn said, taking the card. 'I'll bear that in mind.'

The three men left and Finn stood alone, staring down at the card when he heard his name being called. Turning around, he saw two men in handcuffs being shoved into a police van. 'Thank you, Agent Balor! Until next time!'

'WE LOVE YOU!' the other one hollered before he was wrestled into the van.

Finn shook his head in disbelief. What a day! Now, he'd head back to his office and write up the paperwork. Then it was straight home for a shower (a cold one, preferably) and a beer (even colder). Before walking away, however, he looked down at the card Reigns had given him, rubbing his tattooed hand over his slick chin. He'd be sure to keep this little treasure safe - he had a feeling he'd be needing the boys before long.

Maybe for a personal assignment next time!

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