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midnight1nk · 3 days ago

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So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

Another week has passed and a brand new episode's out YESSS!!! Yall already know I'm always up for my Saturday Morning Cartoon (TM). Let's see what we got this time—

*dramatic gasp*

......chat, is it arc time? Has the math finally come to this?? (moot, you might've actually called it fr)

(the following is my live reaction:)

That's-a so nice! haha, how can I not love the intro :)

OH Meggy, you good? I certainly didn't expect it to start like this

it kinda reminds me the start of "Enough is Enough" ngl (let's just hope nothing terrible happened)

wait, was the last episode the actual start? Or is it this one? 🤔 Well, either way that was pretty good to bring her job searching back. And seamless from the silly episodes if this one was the start

ah yes, experience.... *job war flashbacks*

"lab rat assistant" and that's the lesson for the day, folks: always read the fine print

LOBOTOMIES?! 😦 we already had one of the Crew go through that, Meggy. Let's not.... we gotta go.... *tiptoe toward the exit*

when I said I love found family, I didn't expect this. welp, E Gadd's her grandpa now 👍

good question :) (<- also said by E Gadd, most likely)

also also *WHEEZE* I shouldn't be laughing and that bit shouldn't be as funny as it should be, but it got me. Dementia -> forget what the test was for, that was good

an awfully large remote, that is

HUH???!?!?

wha... how... huh???? I mean, I know it's E Gadd's inventions and all, but can they actually co-exist?

aw Leggy misses Puzzles, huh

🫵 WOTFI '24 AND MEMEWAVE FLASHBACK

huh? why can't she stand up?

Leggy's stronger?! well, didn't expect that tbh

EMERGENCY MEETING 🚨

ay, the star trio's here!!!

can we just take a second to appreciate this? :)

and it certainly reminds me of a certain AU hmmm

Mario: "That was easy!" You can say that again, dude

4, hun, love you and you're one of my fave characters however uh. you haven't exactly been gentle with Leggy, given the previous times. With kids, oh yeah dad mode. With Leggy, wellll *shrug*

THAT POV THO *WHEEZE*

I'm making a gif outta that

aw 4, you tried

dang, that was pretty good, 3

weakness, huh? *sees the ramen* fair enough (<- is broke college student)

this frame means everything to me:

also the fact 4 does the bare minimum taking care of himself but more concerned for his friends instead......

those handcuffs aren't gonna work, bro

oh hey, Bob! any crimes today :D

she pulled off a Snoopy haha

Mario spacing out for a sec is such a mood

BOOPKIN'S OLD MODEL

waitwaitwait, hang on a second....

purple subtitles? *looks at you* purple?

(eh, I'm sure that's an editing mistake but. purple? 👀)

wha. Puzzles?

DANG 4, that was a pretty good voice impression ngl

alright first off, to get this out of the way: two sides, same coin

and two: very interesting that each 4 and Puzzles have a black and white view of the other, when they're said coin. They share many parallels and probably if circumstances align, they would've come to an understanding. Would they tho? As things stand now, not likely

Honestly, that's reasonable and I love that we're getting to address this for her

a tv station? you don't say 👀

that door's familiar (no, not the boarded-up one in the Castle. From WOTFI '24 arc)

Meggy: "I don't plan on fighting. But I have to do this." Nah, she's right! Leggy's a part of her, she has to deal with this herself

that little animation bit of the star trio taking a step back, it's so silly to me :)

well, same dartboard where Puzzles last left it, just less sharp things

👏👏👏

This, right there, I love it!! Things aren't as black and white, things are left unaddressed. Just as the rest of the Crew has, Meggy went through so much and isn't able to acknowledge it, accept it. Whether the circumstances didn't let her or did it herself intentionally, she's suppressing it. Like she said, this isn't a fight. And I find it interesting that this conversation feels like an adult explaining thing to their child. Not saying that it is, Meggy and Leggy are one of the same, but it is bringing terms into an understanding. Especially with our own conflicts, I'd say this is pretty natural. (<- I'll talk about this more)

🫵 LAWYER MEGGY MENTION (sorry, ace attorney brain go brrrr)

Hmmm, okay. I can already sense a bad feeling about this. She did say she'll consider it tho, that doesn't automatically mean she's all onboard

She's whole again, YAY!!

ofc 4's freaking out about this deal

I feel like this convo is gonna come back somehow

:O This screenshot says a lot

"Fruity personality" Alright, how many of you posted this? Also, the one in the Team who decided to add this, c'mon 'fess up too. Either way, glad we're on the same page and by the end of pride month no less. I mean, it was pretty obvious

also I'm going to be analytical about these charges there in a second

Hold on, is it just me or is Meggy's gasps a bit pitched up like Leggy's? They're the same person, yes, but I still got questions

Wait, did Meggy not know? Definitely knows that Puzzles' in jail but not the sentencing?

And that cut to black is how y'know it's an arc

Congrats to MovArtss for your art being featured at the end credits 🎉 look at the Crew :D

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Well, chat, looks like we're officially entering an arc! Y'know what that means :) a bunch of teasers, theories, and ofc bingo AAAAAAA I'm so hyped!! This was a really episode and while it was short, I very much enjoyed it. Team, as always, incredible work. The writing, dude, oh that was great.

Now, yall remember when I said I had a bad feeling? I could sense that the fandom would have mixed reactions about the end there. It's only natural that I would be aware of it, being my role and all, and I thought I should give my two-cents:

Some aren't happy at the fact that Meggy's getting another arc, others more so at the fact that she would agree to do the deal. I could sense the torches and pitchforks coming for me, but I'll say it: I think this arc is necessary for Meggy.

And some of you might be thinking, "didn't Meggy say in WOTFI '24 that Leggy's gone? Why did they have to bring her back?"

Well, I can only explain it in the only way I know how, through my terms: If you think about it, this is the goop!4 but for Meggy.

Just as 4 has the goo, Leggy never truly left. Leggy is the physical manifestation of her flaw: seeing the good in people and bringing justice. She always had this flaw but it has a form now. While the flaw itself is not a bad thing, it doesn't necessarily mean it's good either. It's learning how to manage it, know when it's right to act upon it. For Meggy tho, this would be the challenge for her. Follow my train of thought here:

(1) Leggy is a side of Meggy she's yet to connect with. The previous times, Meggy and Leggy exactly don't correlate with the other. Meggy's only been able to see some of Leggy's memories, but not the other way around. The switch up between forms only really happens through force, never voluntarily.

(2) According to this episode, only the Meggy part of the whole experienced the harsh stuff and therefore she can't fully move on without Leggy. Like I said before, Meggy's suppressing her trauma whether she does it intentionally or circumstances aren't letting her process it. If her suppression is influencing her flaw to the decisions she makes, Leggy would naturally refuse to accept that Puzzles isn't as good as he seems. Again, Leggy doesn't see Meggy's memories. In order for Meggy as whole to move on, she would have to process her trauma -> challenges her flaw/accept the truth -> Can finally move on. It's why I thought it was good to have a scene of Meggy trying to explain things with Leggy.

(3) Meggy's reaction to Puzzles' sentencing is very interesting to me bc how much did she know before? The basic level is that she knew he was in jail and hoped he would get some help, but to what extent was she aware of the conditions he was in? Did any of the Crew know? That's the question isn't it, huh.

(4, and let's just hope tumblr doesn't shut this post down) Speaking of sentences, I'm assuming the list of charges at the ending were the ones Puzzles was convicted of, as in guilty. Legally, I have to say that I am not a criminal justice lawyer and whatever I say isn't 100% correct. That being said, I'm gonna overanalyze a cartoon when it's absolutely not necessary :D

if my observation isn't correct, a few charges were left out such as kidnapping and second-degree murder. It could be that the court has decided to not go along with these charges due to the lack of evidence or word of the jury. As for the sentencing itself, I truly can't give a number as it depends on factors such as: on the country these crimes were committed, severity of each charge, court proceedings, and the judge themselves. And ofc, no one knows Mushroom Kingdom law (in a digital world where death isn't the same as ours, mind you), so I wouldn't pass by them to give Puzzles in death row. At the very least, he's sentenced to "life in prison".

As silly as the SMG4 universe is, the justice system's pretty iffy (terrible even). Ace Attorney, is that you? No law is perfect but it's really telling that Meggy, someone who learned from said system to become a lawyer, to be shocked at Puzzles sentence. Well, for all we know, her reaction could be that the sentencing doesn't line up with the charges, or she didn't know about the conditions itself. And what exactly happened in the beginning of this episode? She didn't read the fine print. Hmm, it's too early to jump to conclusions.

(5) Meggy, and by extension the Crew, doesn't know what we know. Hell, we don't even know what the Team plans. The Crew doesn't know Puzzles recruited WPNZ and plans to break out in order to execute his revenge plan. We don't even know if Puzzles is in his cell rn. And this is definitely going to be brought back somehow.

Hopefully my train of thought made sense. Now, does her reaction automatically mean Meggy forgives Puzzles? No. Does it mean Puzzles would redeem himself? Not now, at least. I could sense that this arc would touch upon the redemption topic, just as I talked about it in previous posts. Meggy already tried persuading Puzzles to redeem in WOTFI, he refused. It's gonna happen again but with some major consequences.

If I could imagine a scene, here's how I see it: as part of the deal, Lawyer Meggy would meet up with Puzzles. Naturally, he's not going to be happy to see her, WOTFI '24 being some sort of betrayal, and might even be confused why she's here if the Crew seems overjoyed leaving him here. She might explain what her reaction was all about and why she's here with him. This time, there's no WOTFI or super abilities. Face to face, just as civilized and ordinary they can be. Besides, she would have questions of her own and there's no point in fighting to hide the truth now, is there? At a certain time, she might propose a deal that she would review his case in exchange for something from him in return. Perhaps some form of jail therapy or something, whatever it may be that Puzzles wouldn't go after the Crew again. Puzzles could outright refuse but it would be interesting to see him contemplate it and stay silent. Maybe Meggy would ask lastly before leaving, if he had any regrets, and even then he wouldn't answer. Leggy, perhaps optimistic as a voice inside her head, might think Puzzles would accept bc he's good. But they don't know what we know, that Puzzles recruited WPNZ and is all set on revenge. After all, it's on thing to receive help, it's another to accept it. "I have to change" versus "I want to change". He'll break out, his way of refusal, and Meggy might take his decision as final bc it's not like she can force him. Even if she knew what Puzzles went through. Who am I to say? I simply could see this prison breakout being a major turning point for Meggy and confront her trauma. Also having potential to explore more of Puzzles' past.

In short, for the regulars here, this is if redemption talk was explored in an arc, which I'm all for it.

Anyway, all this is why it took a while to get this review out there. Was any of this what the writers intended? Probably not. But I wanted to be careful how to word what I wanted to express, so I hope what I said is understandable. I might talk more about redemption in another post. Regardless, I know not everyone's satisfied with this but please don't go after the writers/Team. The arc just started after all, have a bit of grace for them. As I like to say, LET THEM COOK!! Anyway, that's all from me. I'll see you all on the next one and remember: numbers always go first!!

Welp, looks like writer me got carried away again. Whoops. But wouldn't y'know it? LAWYER MEGGY IS BACK YESSS!! I wished for that to come back for so long 😭 Also unlike Meggy, 4 isn't as willing to face his problems. He ain't even looking at them. As evident, goop!4. His turn will come, I'm sure. Hmm, but now that I think about it. The Crew now knows about Puzzles' hideout, he might need to find a new one if he's gonna be careful with his revenge plan. New building perhaps.....

Really tho, purple subtitles? 🤔

#smg4 #smg4 spoilers #ink reviews #purple..... 🤔#also WHAT?!?!!#(we might actually get things come “full circle :O)

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jamglii · 15 hours ago

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❀ knight in shining armor — yandere

incl /

warn / typical yandere stuff

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yandere!gaurd whod been assigned to you since birth, and sent to you at 13. since you'd met him he was brave, kind, and loyal to a fault.

thinking back on it now you cant think of a single time he'd taken someone elses side.

yandere!gaurd who tries not to be obvious about his feelings, your a princess for GODS sake, there isnt any point in pursuing you.

key word: tries

yandere!gaurd who follows you around like a puppy, he's always at your side and listens and obeys you without second thoughts, no matter how ridiculous.

in early days, when you hadn't exactly warmed up to the thought of a man watching over you 24/7 you'd started to realize two things.

one, he wasn't going anywhere.

two, he was infatuated with your words.

you used this fo your advantage, "come here my knight." you beckoned him and he was thwre within seconds, soft green eyes waiting for you expectantly.

"i want you to go to my mothers room and take my mirror, I've forgotten it and I'm just so tired right now, be a doll and get it for me?" you ask, watching the anxiety pass over hiss cheeks.

knights, even personal ones weren't even allowed in the hallway where the king ans queen stayed, if he was caugut doing this, he'd be killed. but maybe that was your goal.

"but m'lady..." he'd tried to argue but the frown you sprouting gave him a sense of guilt so heavy it override the fear he's felt from breaking the rules.

when he comes back with the mirror, unscathed and alive your so astounded you forget of your previous anger, this knight was nothing ordinary. he was your loyal dog, completely at your mercy. (?)

years passed and his affection only grew, and silently so did yours.

the both of you were 15 when something happened, your knight , listening to your worried cries of never experiencing any real romance before you'd be married off, suggested a solution.

"how about you me?"

you blink, sitting up from your canopy bed to face the broad shoulds sitting in the corner of your room.

"you?"

"yes, how about you and I, well, pretend of course. practice, or just imagine we're together. so that if you are ever–married off, you wouldn't be starved completely of romance, per say." theres a visible and obvious blush on his face, shuldering his neck in ears in a way that makes you see him differently.

"that's a great idea, oh I could kiss you right now!" you spring from your bed, unaware of how your words were affecting him.

"you could...m'lady." he mumbles as you twirl then stop to face him.

"could what?" you lean your ear in his direction, and your knight lifts his eyes immediately. you were still in your pajamas and no matter how innocent his mind always seemed to find a way to fall in the gutter.

"you could kiss me, if you wanted." its soft but you could hear enough.

"being shy now are we, knight?" you laugh, but it doesn't stop your nerves from fraying. you knight doesnt say anything. "charles."

charles swishes his head up faster than you'd ever seen before. you aren't supposed to call him by his name, and vice versa. this was considered a crime.

and yet..."charles." you state again. fuck, he was staring hard.

"y-yes my, p-princess." and he almost screams as you place his warm palms on your hips, soft from the fabric.

"kiss me." charles doesn't disobey, especially not if it's you.

the night you think, is probably the night that caused this and a long trail of other occurrences where you can your knight were closer than ever before.

charles is kissing down your neck, his muscles and arms trapping you under him. his tounge lapping at your side, his hands, warm and wandering.

you don't say anything as he unbuttons your top so many times as he had before.

but this time, he stops. "fuck, i'm sorry." he whispers.

you don't understand, "for what, my love?"

charles doesn't answer.

"for what charlie?" you try again.

"you can't be married unless it's to me. i can't ever let you go." and it's the first time since you'd been in his presnce that you feel scared.

"oh charles..." you stroke his hair, trying to calm your beating heart.

"i love you [Name]." he says again, pulling out a small green tinted needle, kissing your hand.

suddenly your aware of the position charles has you in, vunereable, naked, and trapped.

you don't say it back. "what?" you sob a little.

"I love you." is all you hear before your workd goes black.

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m-e-stanley · 3 days ago

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TOP 3 CHARACTERS I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO IN WEDNESDAY SEASON TWO

3: WEDNESDAY ADDAMS ♠️🔮

As the main character, Wednesday obviously has most of the attention, both in screen time and in plot/story lines. In season one, we saw Wednesday change mostly due to her interactions with Enid. As she said in the episode where Enid returned to their room, she is "more like evolving." I cannot wait to see how this evolved Wednesday fits in at Nevermore where she is no longer the loner everyone fears, but a hero of the school. This is the first time Wednesday willingly returns to a school, and the first time a school has a positive impression of Addams. How the student body perceives her will be much different from season one, and I want to see that too.

And also, a new mystery that she'll definitely be in the middle of. Powers that are glitching. A new principal. Her family, all at/close to Nevermore. Wednesday is about to have a very busy season 2 and I can't wait to see it

And did I forget to mention her fan club?

2) PUGSLEY ADDAMS ⚡

I know what you're thinking. Pugsley?! More than Wednesday?!

Yes. You see, every other version of the Addams family have all centered on them as a family. This one centers on just Wednesday. And yet we barely know anything about Pugsley, her only sibling. We got some Morticia/Gomez history, and even Fester had more screen time than Pugsley. The show is called Wednesday and we know almost nothing about her only sibling that she let loose a bag of Piranhas for?

I want to know more about him. And he knows Wednesday better than everyone else at Nevermore so I know Wednesday won't want him to blab about her so that'll be entertaining to watch😂. Already, in one of the promo videos, she tells him not to even make eye contact without permission😂. Their difference and how it shapes how others see Wednesday, or even the expectations people will have for Pugsley after his sister saved the school. There's so many things that could happen with Pugsley and I can't wait to see.

I watched the Addams Family Movie after watching Wednesday season one and I loved the relationship Wednesday and Pugsley had. They were partners in crime. Selling toxic drinks together after they were thrown out of their homes, throwing a cannon ball and pubert of the rooftop, digging the graves together and all that. I know this is Wednesday, and not the Addams family movie. But I really am looking forward to their relationship now that they are back in the same school. She cares about him. So now Wednesday has three people at Nevermore she cares about. Pugsley, Eugene and Enid. I can't wait to see how these three will interact with Wednesday in this new season.

And did I forget to mention his Fester like electricity powers?!!!

1) ENID SINCLAIR 🩷🐺

The People's Princess, Enid Sinclair. I once made a post on Twitter saying that she was the MVP of season one, and I'll die on that hill. I could go on and on about season one Enid and how she was vital to Wednesday 'evolving', but we're here to talk about season two.

First of all, Enid is now capable of wolfing out. That means we will get to know more about werewolves. And I'm curious to know how this affects her relationship with her family. Will Esther finally get off of Enid's back and actually step up as a mum? Who knows?

Given the aesthetic changes we've seen so far, Enid seems to be coming into herself even more this season. I think finally wolfing out and saving the school will give Enid some more confidence in herself as an outcast. So yeah, I can't wait to see how Enid evolves following the events of season one

And of course, the Addams Family is in town. I really hope we get Enid and the Addams Family interactions

Wednesday and Enid will of course be front and center in this season's madness. And with Wednesday's powers glitching, Enid will probably be even more involved than we thought.

Where Wednesday dwells, trouble dwells. And where there's Wednesday, there is one smiling werewolf who beat a Hyde in her very first transformation.

I hope this season, we get to see more of Enid and her pre Nevermore backstory. I know, there probably won't be any little Enid flashbacks, but maybe mentions of some Enid lore.

Honourable mentions

The Addams Family. Why are they all in nevermore?!!!!!

#wednesday addams #enid sinclair #pugsley addams #wenclair #the addams family #netflix #wednesday netflix #wednesday season 2 #wednesday season two

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rubiatinctorum · 2 years ago

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okay yes we all know prison sucks in real life but my friend in internet YOU chose to play the game where we bet on the forgiveness of fictional singing prisoners like race horses ft. a metagame more bizarre than yugioh's. "there is no solution inside the framework of MILGRAM so inno and guilty voters are all wrong, it's a waste of time because no verdict can help the character" people are SO CLOSE to getting the point and yet. that doesn't preclude you from being able to have something intelligent to say about the characters' situations knowing they're existing within the framework of MILGRAM anyway. If your whole take on a character's position is "they shouldn't be here in the first place, all options suck" you're probably playing the wrong online voting game because without the characters being in MILGRAM there would be no... MILGRAM to play, you know?

Like yes it's very much part of the point, it seems to me, that our actions have consequences and Psychological Torture Prison is Bad. but we can't get them out until the trials are over so are you going to keep pestering us because you don't like the game while we try to maximize ideal results, or are you going to step aside and leave us in peace if you're not going to play the game. If shipping them all off to therapy were an option it would be called THERAPY (with a backwards R) and we all would have done that in trial one.

#rubia speaks #sorry i'm getting a little annoyed with the 'all options are bad except getting amane out of milgram' takes #MILGRAM #sorry to tell you amane is a character in milgram created to be put in milgram and situations. she and the rest of them exist for the story #she's a character she's a tool for the story and this story is MILGRAM you're not gonna fix-it-fic AU your way out of this #can't wait to see how evil and mean this sounds out of context to my MILGRAM-unaware irls on here #the prison is bad whether you're inno or guilty just for having been there THAT'S THE POINT.#the psychological hell of guilty verdict is bad THAT'S THE POINT #these crimes don't feel bad enough for what they go through on the back end THAT'S THE POINT #if you're not going to vote bc nothing matters leave us in peace to our votes because they matter to us

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cosmic-dust-poltergeist · 3 months ago

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Thinking about a forever teen Danny interacting with the batfam.. again lmao

[Pt 2 here]

The first time Danny interacted with a Bat was when he was squatting in what he assumed was an abandoned apartment in crime alley. Spoiler alert; it wasn't abandoned! It was, in fact, Red Hood's safe house.

Danny had been napping on the "surprisingly nice" bed, (The bed being so nice should have tipped him off, but he was so tired, damnit.) when Red Hood enters the room, startling Danny awake. They stare at each other for a minute, since neither expected to see another person there. Danny breaks the moment by diving off the bed, snatching up his backpack, and launching himself out the window he had crawled in from. Danny ignores the cussing and calling for him to wait.

Danny ain't no fool. Just because the world seems to be mostly accepting of metas and aliens, doesn't mean they're accepting of him. They haven't repealed the Ecto-Acts in the last 30 years. He refuses to be a lab rat for some shady government because a "hero" wants to "save" him. He's older than most of these fuckers in spandex, and is technically a king, so they got no authority over him.

"Kid! Come back!" Red Hood is keeping up rather well, but not well enough.

"Eat shit!" Danny shouts back before using his small size to squeeze into a space between 2 run down buildings that can't even count as an alley. Red Hood can't fit by a long shot, so he grapples to the roof, probably hoping to cut Danny off. Unfortunately for Red Hood, Danny isn't going that way or back. No, there's a secret passage entrance Danny throws himself through.

He doesn't like being down there. Too many undead roam the halls and can sense him. He's not sure how to help them and currently can't access the realms to ask Frostbite, so he just gives them some of his ectoplasum and tries to get out before their "Masters" notice him. He feels guilty every time.

But all in all, his first accidental Bat meeting was less than 10 minutes.

The second Bat he "meets" is the stabby new Robin. Danny figured crime alley was a bust, so he'd try one of the nicer areas to not cross paths with Red Hood. Unfortunately, the shady building he decided to sleep in the rafters of got invaded by the Bats a few days later. He's not sure who else was there, but Robin ended up in the same rafters.

They stare at each other for a minute, just taking in the other person who's not supposed to be in these rafters. Robin is clearly sneaking in to bust the owners, and Danny looks like some scruffy homeless kid that was just sleeping.

"What are you doing here?" Robin whispers with a scowl.

"I was sleeping." Danny scowls right back.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"What does it look like? Not all of us have sugar daddies, bird boy."

Was that mean? Yes. Should he act like the 44 year old he technically is? Yeah, but he's frozen at 14. He can be a brat. No one can stop him. And also, this is the second time a Bat has woken him up from a nap, the first time was only a week ago. He's not feeling very mature.

Robin grits his teeth before his com goes off, distracting him, and Danny takes advantage of that, grabs his shit and phases through the wall into the next building.

The third time he meets a Bat is truly his undoing. He got stabbed in front of Nightwing during an attempted mugging. He hates the universe and totally blames Clockwork.

Danny was minding his own business when he got dragged into an alley by 3 drunk men. They're holding knives and trying their best to intimate him.

"Give us all your money."

"Do I look like I have money?" Danny snarks, waving a hand in a "look at me" way. Which, yeah, he's pulling off the homeless kid look really well with how dirty and worn out his clothes. No one in their right mind would look at him and think he has money.

"Hm. Well, if you don't have money, I can think of something else you can give us."

"Yeah, please struggle. It makes it more fun." Well, shit, Danny was not expecting to be grabbed by pedos. Danny bare gets to think about how it'll be good stress relief to break all the bones in their limbs before a tall shadowy figure drops from the roof and lands on the attacker farthest from him. The landing breaks the pedo's leg, his screamings about it are cut off by a sharp punch to the face.

When the shadowy figure straightens and is revealed to be Nightwing, pedo #2 charges him. Between how poorly it goes for him and all the puns and quips Nightwing is making, Danny can't help the giggles that slips out.

"You think this is funny, brat??" Pedo #3 shouts at him.

"Yeah. It's hilarious." Danny maliciously grins at him.

"Why you, just die, whore." And before Danny can question how HE's a whore, he's been stabbed. And it's a pretty good stab if you want to kill someone. It's a jagged downward stab, it nicks his heart and completely fucks up one of his lungs, and the guy even goes the extra step of pulling the knife out. All in all. The perfect stab to kill someone.

Unfortunately for him, Danny isn't just someone. He's already mostly dead, which means while it hurts like a bitch and it's hard to breath, it won't kill him. It does suck he coughs up some blood before he turns off his need to breathe.

Danny ignores the cussing and sounds of Nightwing breaking bones, probably panicking over just seeing "a kid get murdered". And unfortunately, no breathing means no talking in this form. So the poor guy can't be verbally told Danny's fine, and to stop freaking out. Good thing saying something isn't always needed.

Danny lets his eyes turn a glowing bright green before silently stepping to his would-be murderer.

"What?? What the fuck??" Pedo #3 screeches. Danny gives him a blood filled smile before reaching up, grabbing the wrist of the hand holding the knife. He breaks the guy's arm in less than a second, before slamming him into the disgusting alley ground and proceeds to break both of his legs. The way Danny crashed the bones in these limbs means the guy is never going to have full mobility again, but Danny can't even pretend to care. The man targeted what looked like a scrawny 14 year old homeless kid to rape and murder. If anything, Danny is letting him off easy.

"K-kid? Are you okay? What am I saying? Of course not." Nightwing frets and tries to get closer, but Danny is tired of... well everything, so he just turns and books it out of the alley. Danny ignores Nightwing's frantic shouting as he twists and turns out of the man's sight long enough to pull up his invisibility without outing the power. He watches a panicked Nightwing run by before tapping into his flight and taking off to the nearest graveyard. Sitting in the ambient ectoplasum there while drinking what he has left in his thermos will speed up his healing.

He'd so leave this shithole of a city if he could. But Lady Gotham won't let him go and he's positive Clockwork is working with her to keep him there. He doesn't know what they're planning, but he hates it already.

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After the stabbing, Nightwing and the other two must have spilled about him, because he's suddenly dodging Bats everywhere he goes. He starts developing even worse paranoia because they just won't take a hint.

Talking was a no go at first with his healing lung, but running away, swiping claws, biting, and throwing shit at them aren't exactly subtly "Leave Me The Fuck Alone!!" vibes. Once his lung is healed, you can add in cussing, hissing, spitting, and verbally telling them to fuck off. None of it works. It fact, Danny thinks they like the challenge, which is annoying, but slowly becoming amusing.

Though, even just the idea of him starting to enjoy something means the universe has to throw a curve ball. And this one takes the form of a scarecrow attack.

So admittedly, Danny had no idea what fear toxin would do to him, but Joker's toxins didn't do anything to him, so he thought it'd be the same shit. That was a stupid mistake on his part.

He didn't bother holding his breath when helping the Panicked Bats get civilians out of the attack radius. Any mask that was given to him was given to a civilian before he passed them off to someone with an antidote.

But to be fair, the effects of his mistake doesn't hit him til after the fight is over and the civilians are taken care of. It starts with his paranoia raising. He's suddenly eyeing the people and buildings around him. He can FEEL his parents' gaze on him, even though he knows that's impossible, they died because the portal finally blew up and took them and half the town with it. No one who died as humans from it became ghosts, and the people who were already ghosts died a second time. The only reason Danny and Tucker weren't there was because they were gift shopping for Jazz on the other side of town while Sam distracted her. It was one of the worst days of his life. It's tied with the day his parents vivisecting his ghost half and the day the GIW vivisected Vlad and him, and Vlad just straight up died from it in front of him.

That's relevant because Danny starts hallucinating a half melted Sam and Jazz (there were no bodies left behind, but his brain likes to torment him), he can't understand what they're trying to say to him, but there's the unmistakable sound of an ectoblaster echoing in his ear behind him and he... just bolts. The agents that vivisected him launch themselves at him (he doesn't process the "agents" look exactly the same as when he last saw them 24 years ago), but Danny is determined to NEVER be caught again.

He freezes when melted versions of his parents, wearing maniac grins and holding sparking weapons, cut him off. The moment they so much as twitch towards him, he bolts straight through a building using his intangibility.

A tiny part of his brain is trying to reason with him. There's no way anything he's seeing is real. This is what fear toxin is known to do. Stop and evaluate the situation!

But it's drownt out by the fear. And, ancients, is there a lot of fear. It suffocates his logical thoughts and makes him forget how to properly use his powers to escape.

He finds out later, it took the Bats 2 hours to get close enough to give him the antidote and another hour for it to kick in. They honestly thought it didn't work at first, because just like the toxin, the antidote took it's sweet time to work on him.

He crashed out hard once it did, though. Like, he fell unconscious and stopped breathing. It terrified the Bats and took them a minute to realize he's not actually dead. Well, full dead.

He finds out eventually that they originally thought he was a meta, but after all the weirdness he accidentally showed during the cat and mouse chase, they started to wonder if he was an alien. But the whole fear toxin incident convince them he escaped from some shady organization that experimented on him (not untrue) and killed his family. There's still a bet on if he's an alien or not, and that being why he was targeted.

Which is a fair conclusion, between his powers that seemingly make no sense and all his scars from fighting and being experimented on by both his parents And a shady government agency. It's especially fair after he has a major freak out coming to in the Batcave's med bay. The smells and medical equipment setting him off into a massive panic attack that leaves him behaving like a feral cat. He manages to squeeze himself into the small space between the top of the cabinets and the ceiling and growls at anyone so much as peeking into the room.

"Hey, kid. You're alright. You're safe." Nightwing tries and gets hissed at. He'd been trying for about 10 minutes to get him to come down. "Um, guys, maybe someone else should try. This isn't working. I don't think he likes me at all."

Black Bat steps into the room at his plea and waves Nightwing away. Once he's out of the room, she drops to the floor. The move confuses Danny enough to stop growling at her. He stares wide-eyed at her as she just lays full starfish on the floor.

"What are you doing?" He finally asks after 3 full minutes of silently staring at her.

"Laying."

"I see that, but why?"

"You're scared. I'm showing I'm not a threat." Black Bat sounds amused, but not malicious. Danny stares at her for another 2 minutes without blinking once.

"Why am I here?"

"You're scared. We want to help." She makes it sound simple.

"You can't." Danny lets bitterness leak into his voice.

"Why?"

"I'm not human anymore. You can't "help" me."

"I think we can." Danny starts growling again, so she adds. "We have beds and food and can keep whoever is hunting you away."

He pauses his growling again. "You don't even know who I am."

"You're sad, and hurt, and help others before yourself. You're good." Danny frowns at that.

"You're weird." He states before climbing down and sitting near her. She doesn't move a muscle. "You can't help me without getting in trouble with the government."

"Hm?"

"Yeah, I'm not considered a person because of the Anti-Ecto Acts. Anything that uses or needs ectoplasum to survive is considered non-sentient and is to be turned over for experimentation and termination. And anyone caught helping us can be arrested for treason." Danny explains. "I barely escaped when I got caught. My godfather didn't. I hated him. He was mean, controlling, and creepy, but I didn't want him to die."

"I'm sorry."

"My problems are not your problems."

"I disagree." Danny blinks at her, his gaze sharpening when she starts moving her arm farthest from him. She moves slowly, reaching up and hooking her fingers under her mask.

"Wait!" Danny leans forward a hair as if he was about to physically grab her hand to stop her, but jerks himself back. He sounds small when he speaks again. "Are-are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Why??"

"Trust you."

"But WHY? You don't know me."

"I know enough." Is all she says before pulling her mask off. He slams his eyes shut and claps his hands over them for good measure.

"No, you don't!!" He hears her move, sitting up, before gentle hands pull his hands away.

"Yes, I do." She says sweetly. "Look."

Danny peeks at her. She has a bittersweet look on her face that brightens when she sees Danny looking. She's still gently holding his hands, loose enough he can pull away if he truly wants to.

"I'm not as young as I look." She tilts her head at the seemingly random comment. "I'm not actually 14. Not anymore. I'm stuck at when I died."

He hears her, and their eavesdroppers, gasp. It's the first time he's talked about it. But something tells him to tell her (them, if he's acknowledging the eavesdropping Bats).

"My parents were mad scientists that wouldn't be out of place in your rouges gallery." He stares at his and Black Bat's hands. "They were obsessed with ghosts and made a portal to the infinite realm, where "ghosts" live. They failed twice. Once in college, my godfather was hospitalized from the attempt, and the second time they failed, I accidentally turned it while being stupid with friends and died. They didn't notice, too happy their portal was suddenly working... That was 30 years ago."

There's a choking noise from the eavesdroppers.

"If I stay, you're going to be stuck with a freaky kid that doesn't age and can't be killed by the usual methods and has so much PTSD, like a ridiculous amount of PTSD. Are you sure you want to deal with that?"

"Yes." Black Bat doesn't even hesitate. Danny nearly gives himself whiplash from how quickly he looks up at her face. "Can't scare us away."

"It should. I don't even count as human."

"So?"

""So"???"

"Yes. Why should I care?"

"Why should-??? Why wouldn't you???"

"Kid." An unmasked Red Hood stands in the doorway. "This family is full of freaks and mental illness. You'll fit right in."

The statement strikes a nerve, overwhelming him, but Danny doesn't understand what's happening at first, why his lips are trembling, his face feels warm, and his eyes sting. He hasn't felt this sensation in years. But whatever look on his face makes the infamous Red Hood panic.

"Wait! Kid! Don't cry!"

It suddenly clicks with Danny. He's about to cry. But understanding what is happening, doesn't stop it from happening. Fat tears start sliding down his face.

"Dickie! What do I do?? I accidentally made him cry!! You're better wi-" Red Hood cuts himself off when Danny starts laughing. Laughing at how panicked a crimelord is at tears. Laughing at crying. Laughing at the whole absurd situation.

"It's okay." Black Bat says softly. Whether it's to Danny or the panicky Bat is lost to Danny. But no one says anything else til Danny's tears stop and laughter dies down.

"I was Phantom, ya know?" And he hears several people choke. After he was forcibly retired, this ghost half became known as "The First Hero" in a lot of circles. The GIW repressed the fact he was a ghost when people outside of Amity Park found out about the child hero, they didn't want the public angry with them for making him disappear. It didn't work, Tucker leaked everything he could find. Danny doesn't blame him for that. Tucker thinks he's completely dead since the GIW didn't want to admit they lost him and declared him to have Ended in those files. Danny hasn't told him he's "alive" either. Danny can't bring himself to drag Tucker back into the mess that is his life, can't bring himself to contact the man who has made something of his life, has a partner and kids, has mourned and moved on. He just can't do it. "But before I was Phantom, I was Danny Fenton. But now... I'm just Danny."

"Welcome to the family, Danny!" An unmasked Nightwing cheers.

"I thought Phantom had white hair?" Someone says just outside the room. Danny mischievously leans towards Black Bat.

"Close your eyes. This is going to be bright." He whispers. She smiles gamely and closes her eyes. He gets to hear the others yelp when he lets his transformation take over, essentially flashbanging everyone, but Black Bat.

"Wha..?"

"Hair white enough for you?" Danny says, grinning with too many teeth, that are a little too sharp. Black Bat pats the hand she's still holding.

"Pretty." She smiles delighted at him and he feels his face flush bright green.

"Oh! Um.. Thanks?" He takes a deep breath and realizes something. "Now you know my name, so who the hell are all of you?"

"You don't recognize us?"

"No. Am I supposed to?"

"Eh, most people do." Nightwing shrugs.

"Well, I haven't been able to keep up with much in the public zeitgeist. I just periodically check if it's still legal to kill me. Sadly, the answer is "yes" every time, so meh."

"We'll be taking care of that." Red Robin informs him while stepping into the room and frantically typing on a tablet. "I can't believe these stupid things still exist. The Green Lanterns and Justice League Dark are going to have the biggest fit when they see these. The rest of the JL will help dismantle these too. I'll personally get them to destroy these vile laws."

"Oh.. Thanks, I guess. It'll be nice to not be hunted anymore."

"I imagine."

"Okay! Introductions!" Nightwing gets them all back on topic. "I'm Dick Grayson! Batman is Bruce Wayne. Robin is Damian Wayne."

"Tim Drake."

"Cassandra Cain. But call me Cass."

"Jason Todd."

"Wait, wait, wait. I recognize your name! Didn't you- oh, wait, that's insensitive..."

"It's fine. I did, in fact, die, but I got better. We can start a club of undead. We can invite Spoiler. She technically died, too."

"Literally everyone here, besides me has died, Jason." Tim says, not looking away from the tablet.

"Yeah, but Steph is the only one I'd invite. She knows how to have fun."

"Little wing!" Dick whines.

"Timber can be an honorary member, since he's dead inside, a fun chaos gremlin, and ain't a narc."

"Thanks." Tim says dryly while Dick dramatically cries. Cass giggles.

And Danny? He's tired of running. He wants to be able to be the child he's stuck as while getting respect over his knowledge. He wants to be a vigilante and help people again. He wants to finally have a safe place to sleep.

So he decides to give these weirdos a chance.

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ckret2 · 1 year ago

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So a while ago some friends were talking about fans who claim the Same Coin theory is canon. And I made the mistake of saying:

Do you know who also has tons in common with Bill? Mabel. Yet nobody claims Bill reincarnated as Mabel. …wait now I want a "same coin but it's Mabel" AU. Funniest Bill reincarnation option. The all-seeing arsonist is making macaroni glitter art. The omnipotent tyrant is crying because a unicorn called her a bad person.

And then I overthought it for two months.

So—AU where after death, Bill's soul shoots 13 years into the past and reincarnates as Mabel. I'll call it ✨ Sparkly Coin AU ✨

Don't leave yet. Lemme show you why it works. Behold the eerie amount of parallels in their personalities, dialogue, behavior, mannerisms, tastes...

I could have kept going but my attention span ran out. All right, we all on board now? Convinced we could segue from one personality into the other? Great. Now here's why you should be interested: the juicy post-Weirdmageddon angst potential.

As long as a small fringe of the fandom still thinks Weirdmageddon is Mabel's fault, why not amp that up x100 and have some fun with it?

Is everyone sold now? Great. Let's get into the details. I've got 8 more pieces of art under the read more.

So the AU starts the instant Bill dies. Thanks to invoking his deal with the Axolotl—one way to absolve his crime, a different form, a different time—the Axolotl gives him a new shape and shoots him thirteen years into the past. Apparently, the Axolotl thought it would be very funny to stick Bill in the family that defeated him.

Which probably made for a jarring transition.

(It's fine, she's like 10 minutes old, she probably can't even tell who she's looking at. Not being able to tell who she was looking at is what got her into this situation ayyyy)

When Dipper & Mabel come back from Gravity Falls complaining about this triangular jerk Bill, their parents mention that Dipper's name was nearly Bill. See, after they knew they were going to have a boy, one night their mom dreamed about a visitor—some kind of magic pink salamander??—calling her child "BILL." Then at the next sonogram they found out they were having twins, the girl must've been hidden at a weird angle the first time, and they wanted matching names, so they thought, Bill and Bell. But they didn't really like Bell; but eventually they stumbled on Mabel, so to keep the names matching they switched from Bill to Mason. Isn't that the darnedest thing?

(Of course, Mabel and Dipper assume Bill harassed their parents to try to trick them into naming a kid after him. To be a jerk.)

When Bill meets Mabel, he's unaware that she's his future self—Bill's notably bad at doing things like, say, double-checking to see whether he's going to die anytime soon—but like... he can tell something's up.

Naturally, before visiting Gravity Falls, there were echoes of who Mabel used to be—but nothing anyone would be able to identify without context. All her Bill-ish quirks either smoothed out with time (see: how between second grade and fourth grade Mabel went from being the "freak" to the popular girl in class), or else they were accepted by her family as Mabel-ish quirks.

After they meet (and kill) Bill, they have the context to understand some of Mabel's behaviors... and unfortunately, some of Mabel's latent Bill-ness starts surfacing after she's been directly exposed to her prior incarnation.

The part of the Pines family familiar with Bill thinks the worst case scenario is that maybe Bill's survived and is slowly possessing Mabel; but far more likely, they think this is just some weird way of trying to subconsciously process last summer. Mabel doesn't think she's being weird, you guys are being weird, stop giving her weird looks. They get attacked by one triangle and now she can't wear yellow or pick up macrame as a hobby??

(It's not all red flags and uncomfortable triangle imagery, though. When Stan asks her what she'd like as a gift for some important event, she shyly admits that she thinks she's starting to outgrow her plastic gem jewelry and maybe she's old enough to get her first piece of real gold jewelry, if that's not too expensive? And Stan's never been so proud of her. Thirteen years old and already thinking about buying gold!)

But of course, the real fun starts when Mabel finds out.

That's the face of a girl who's just discovered that she tortured her great uncle. Now imagine running into the brother she possessed.

But I've already spent a million words and thirteen images on this post. If enough folks are interested in the AU maybe I'll expand on it later. Let me know what y'all think.

#mabel pines #bill cipher #gravity falls #gravity falls au #gravity falls fanart #sparkly coin au #my art #my writing #(here's that AU I've been taunting y'all with)

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witherby · 6 months ago

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Continuation of the biting baby, y/n as a toddler somehow developed the habit of headbutting people in the gut but not bruce. He still gets bit but aye, he's not alone anymore lmao

(Baby has to be put in air jail almost everyday buy the moment they're out they headbutt the person who placed them in air jail as hard as possible)

(Also just in case people doesn't know what air jail is,u just hold the baby/animal In the air with ur hand)

A pattern is forming. I think you all want Mouse to be a violent baby.

Including me, so —

The Littlest Wayne: Air Jail

"AHH! SHI-AHhhghh sugarhoneyicetea..."

Bruce lifts his eyes from his newspaper and looks at the couch, waiting for the inevitable. Like clockwork a pair of hands shoot into the air, with you as prisoner, and you start complaining and windmilling your limbs. The hands holding you are encased in leather; Jason must have been the victim then.

"Mousey, I'm workin' with two broken ribs and a concussion," the man complains, jostling you for emphasis. You squeal, giggling. "You cannot keep running into me with that thick little noggin at full speed. I felt a third rib crack upon impact. You're killing me. You're killing your brother. I'm gonna die again."

"Wanna!" You insist, back to windmilling. "Down! Jay-Jay, down!"

"No down. You get Air Jail 'till you say sorry and promise not to headbutt me again."

"I sowwy..." You whine, jutting your bottom lip out for emphasis. "Down, p'ease."

"Jesus Christ, the puppy dog eyes are lethal. I — ugh. You gotta say you won't headbutt me anymore. No more headbutt, okay?"

Your eyes start to water. Bruce watches you sink back down, vanishing behind the back of the couch, and snorts into his paper. He lets out a full laugh when Jason cries out a minute later. You've struck again.

"WE HAD A DEAL. Get over here, you're going back to Air Jail."

You shriek with delight, toddling away as fast as your chubby legs will allow. Jason, as injured as he is, actually can't catch up to you before you spot your dad and make the motion for Uppies.

"Daddy!" You cry. Bruce sets the paper aside and scoops you up.

"Are you being naughty?" He asks. You grin and hide your face in his shoulder. "Uh oh. Maybe I'll let Jay put you back in Air Jail — OW?"

He winces and your peals of laughter ring right next to his head. You open your mouth to bite him again, but he's the one to lift you into the air this time. "Daddy! Down!"

"I'm calling the police," Bruce deadpans, dropping into the Batman Voice. "Your rampant string of crime has gone unchecked for too long. Victims are piling up left and right. You've headbutt all your brothers this week, and Uncle Hal, and Titus. How Grandpa is escaping your tyranny is a mystery, but it's time to turn you over to the law."

"No powice, daddy!"

"Yes powice, child."

Bruce stands up and carries you into the day room, lowering you down into an extra tall play pen.

"Time out for five minutes."

You pout and cross your tiny arms, glaring at the ground.

"Don't wike, daddy. Want out."

"Yeah, well Daddy doesn't like getting bitten like a cookie, and your brothers don't like taking your skull to their bodies at high speeds. We want our skin free from bruises and teeth marks."

"Ha-ha," Jason teases from the doorway, pointing at you. "Get got, criminal!"

Your pouting intensifies. You reach out to Jason and make small whining noises.

"Want out. Want Jay-Jay, p'ease! Jay-Jay!"

The smug little smirk fades from Jason quick, turning into something fond and pitying.

"....I mean...c'mon, B, they're three. Five whole minutes?"

Bruce rolls his eyes. "This is why we haven't been able to curb this behavior yet. You can't fall for big eyes and a please every time —"

You hitch a little sob, and like a wet paper bag, Bruce folds.

"Maybe I'm being a tad harsh. They're three years old..."

#batfam x reader #littlest wayne au #jason todd #bruce wayne

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astonmartinii · 1 year ago

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but daddy i love him [guilty as sin part two] | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem sainz!reader

when an unstoppable force (the sainz men when they feel aggrieved) meets an immovable object (charles and y/n)

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: never forget where you came from

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user100: insert cricket noises here

user101: who on your PR team said this was a good idea?

user102: they need to be fired, sorry not sorry

landonorris: i love your dad (tell him to stop beating me at golf)

carlossainz55: if he never lets me win he's definitely never letting you win

landonorris: so unfair i thought i was the third sainz sibling :(

carlossainz55: i'm an only child

landonorris: oh-

user103: i need this man to choke i'm being so serious rn

user104: that's so unbelievably fucked

user105: the fact his dad is probably co-signing this shit is insane that's YOUR DAUGHTER

user106: also someone give lando a lil slap around he's on the wrong side of history on this one

yourusername: scandal does funny things to pride

carlossainz55: if the scandal is betraying your family that's all you

yourusername: if we're talking about betrayal then that's your specialist subject mr. i've cheated on every girl i've ever been with - and while we're on the topic of betrayal, yes i was the one who told them

carlossainz55: i've never cheated why are you stooping to lies?

yourusername: you did it right in front of my face when i was a part of this family

carlossainz55: so you've always been comfortable going behind my back

yourusername: that's the thing, when you're treated like you don't exist by your family you learn that blood is not thicker than water

carlossainz55: i can't wait for charles to cheat on you

yourusername: btw i already called marca, they know any of those allegations from you or dad are false - good luck!

user10: obvs i know they should be doing this in private but MORE DRAMA FOR ME BABY LETS KEEP THIS GOING

user107: thank you for the validation y/n i KNEW THE SHIT STIRRING COMING FROM THAT PAPER WAS THE SAINZ CAMP

user108: and they've got the nerve to be talking about stooping - the call is coming from inside the house

maxverstappen1: ugly twins

carlossainz55: really?

maxverstappen1: i said what i said and i mean what i said

carlossainz55: i would say she's not going to fuck you bro but you really never know with her

maxverstappen1: she would never, homewrecking is a trait only the male sainzs seem to have

user109: OOP

user110: max is a real lestappen queen fighting the battles he knows charles can't

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yourusername: if you know within one glimpse, its legendary

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user114: i love how she goes from fighting her brother in one comment section to just showing off her hot bf

user115: tbf charles does have a face you'd go to war for so i get her

user116: i'd abandon my family for that face

yourusername: finally someone who fucking gets it

charles_leclerc: you made me believe in love at first sight

yourusername: awwwwww you're such a sweet talker the REAL smooth operator

pierregasly: i can verify it was love at first sight cause the man did not SHUT THE FUCK UP about you well... ever

charles_leclerc: is it a crime to love my girlfriend?

pierregasly: apparently!

yourusername: he's too cute to go to jail :(

charles_leclerc: they'd ruin me

yourusername: that's my job 🤨

pierregasly: you keep that to yourselves

user117: does this girl need to shade carlos on every single fucking post... yeah we get it he's the only reason you're relevant but god you reek of desperation

oscarpiastri: is this carlos' burner account?

user118: are the grid just sat around waiting to be tagged in to the fight against carlos?

oscarpiastri: what's he going to do? crash into me? he does that every weekend anyway

user119: uh oh carlos oscar is finally fighting back off track what are you going to do

user120: don't worry i'm sure he'll post a selfie with lando and try the whole carlando shtick to get some more PR points

maxverstappen1: oh this was not the shit slinging post i was hoping for

yourusername: something tells me you're having way too much fun with this

maxverstappen1: yeah you might have been abandoned by your family but have YOU considered that this is letting me express all my mean girl energy off track so i am level-headed on track

maxverstappen1: actually i don't even think i'm being mean tbf

yourusername: i'm glad my suffering could be your therapy

carlossainz55: BOO HOO you're not suffering ... it's something called the consequences of your actions (read: actions being a snakey slut)

yourusername: bro over here acting like i committed fratricide

maxverstappen1: TAP ME IN

maxverstappen1: not this man talking about the consequences of actions. kids, here's a little life lesson: if you spend all your time at your current job talking about how you have a much better job waiting for you and how you're too big for this job and plant stories about your co-workers, you can't be surprised that that same job doesn't want to keep you

carlossainz55: i am better than charles

yourusername: lying is a sin

maxverstappen1: and you're going straight to hell

user121: you guys might be mourning the loss of charlos (whatever the fuck that is) but i'm celebrating the absolute shit ton of LESTAPPEN we're getting

user122: max was like oh my bff is dating charles here's my excuse to be nice about him again

user123: if we're being real here the biggest crime of this whole situation is the fact that charles can't really dig the knife in

user124: @ silvia i have maybe £4.50 and a greggs sausage roll to my name but PLEASE LET CHARLES TAP IN

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f1: f1... the sport that gives you just as much drama off track as we do on track!

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user125: at this point even before the whole carlos ousting his sister i think oscar was about 👌🏻 this close to rocking carlos nascar style we should let him do it

user126: i will personally pay his legal fees tbh

oscarpiastri: i'm only 23 i don't need two F1-related legal cases to my name

yourusername: i've watched legally blonde about ten billion times let me represent you

oscarpiastri: yeah sounds legit

user127: THAT'S IT WE NEED PROXIMITY CHAT IN F1

user128: the way we know there was a shit talking session like no other after this race

maxverstappen1: i don't kiss and tell but well - yes!

user128: okay since this is clearly a safe space... who was there please spill mr. verstappen

maxverstappen1: ME! charles, pierre, oscar, checo, alex and george!

user128: why the fuck were the last two there?

georgerussell63: i was on official GDPA duty 🤓

alexalbon: that's a lie we're just very nosey

yourusername: they're the biggest PTA moms ever don't even lie

georgerussell63: yes i'll make allergy friendly cupcakes for the bake sale but i'll also spit in them and gossip about your cheating husband - sorry about it!

alexalbon: he's not

georgerussell63: i'm not

user129: carlos slagging off y/n but she's really brought the grid together

user130: george and alex being like we do not care about that but we do want the latest scoop

alexalbon: oh don't get it twisted we're firmly team y/n

user131: we even got the f1 admin in on the drama

carlossainz55: she's probably fucking them as well

yourusername: BORING get a new bit babe

carlossainz55: if i see whore i'm going to say whore

yourusername: aren't you still in that damn stewards office?

carlossainz55: tell your little lap dog to keep his front wing away from my car and maybe i wouldn't

oscarpiastri: suck my dick

yourusername: now that's true poetry

user132: oH!

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yourusername: florida !!!!!!!!!!! is one hell of a drug. no seriously what is in the water here i keep picking up these little guys everywhere i go

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user135: she's really like i AM spanish and i will colonise this grid

user136: stealing all the lil cuties for her cause

oscarpiastri: proud to be a part of this weird little circus thing we've got going on

yourusername: oh dibs on ring master

logansargent: i feel like my name is written all over tight rope walking

yourusername: okay yes skinny legend

maxverstappen1: obvs we're a cruelty free circus so no lions but if there were lions, that's me babe

maxverstappen1: SOME people could learn... cough, cough trophy hunters

charles_leclerc: idk i'll just take the one where i can sit there and be pretty

yourusername: and you would be the best at it

oscarpiastri: which one does the least? i'll take that one

user137: bro can we slow the fuck down i was just getting over osc telling carlos to suck his dick now we're talking CIRCUS?

user138: for real couldn't it have at least been cabaret i wanna see ALL of that

charles_leclerc: 🤨

carlossainz55: i think a circus is a perfect way to describe your desperate attempt to stay relevant

yourusername: don't you have a job to go to? oh wait...

carlossainz55: as if i'm threatened by a group with the likes of logan sargent in it

logansargent: bit harsh, i'm a nice guy (unlike some)

yourusername: carlos here's a little bit of a wild thing i'm about to introduce to you.... people have friends?

yourusername: also you WISH you had a face card like logie

carlossainz55: i have friends?

yourusername: no you have PR strategies, there's a difference

carlossainz55: bro learnt the word PR and ran with it

yourusername: tell me one person who would let you crash on their couch?

yourusername: QUICKLY.

fernandoalo_oficial: and don't even think about mentioning me

user139: she hit him with the bianca del rio

user140: OOP and also nando just popping up out of nowhere to diss carlos and never say anything again

charles_leclerc: the drug in question being puppy fever

maxverstappen1: tell me you didn't get a dog

yourusername: boy do i have news for you

carlossainz55: are you trying to baby trap him

yourusername: first woman in history to birth a dog you heard it here first

charles_leclerc: you simply can't be babytrapped when you would literally jump off a bridge if asked to

user141: @myboyfriend TAKE NOTES HONEY ^^^

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charles_leclerc: two kids in one month? someone stop us

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user142: y/n really lost an apartment and a brother and gained about 27 f1 drivers and a dog

user143: glow up of the century some might say

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yourusername: soz it's a coping mechanism

charles_leclerc: and that's okay <3

maxverstappen1: anything to help with that emotional CONSTIPATION

yourusername: have you tried to live with those narcissistic and emotionally unavailable men?

maxverstappen1: you're asking the wrong person that question honey

yourusername: girl are WE good?

maxverstappen1: no

yourusername: BUT THAT'S OKAY

charles_leclerc: not to rain on this parade but i think therapy would really be a positive move here

user144: i feel bad for charles cause i know these hoes are the type to just tell each other EXACTLYYYYY when they make poor decisions

maxverstappen1: true, no smart bitches would let their bff live with THAT man

yourusername: and let their bff constantly chat shit and ruin their image

maxverstappen1: can't ruin my image if i'm spitting FACTS

user145: max will nawt let this go

maxverstappen1: i'll forget you but i'll never forgive the smallest man who ever lived

yourusername: GIRL

maxverstappen1: whoops, one sec. spoiler alert: y/n unleased poetry. trigger warning: c*rlos s*inz

olliebearman: ollie bearman erasure

charles_leclerc: GASP OLLIE I AM SO SORRY

yourusername: no he actually is he's crying

charles_leclerc: it's the pregnancy hormones

olliebearman: it's okay i swear

charles_leclerc: I'M A TERRIBLE FATHER

carlossainz55: i could've told you that for free

olliebearman: why are you in our family buisness

user146: charles is channelling all of his carlos rage through ollie oh my

olliebearman: i am a happy conduit for my father who is in the ferrari PR jail

yourusername: can we send carlos here and throw away the key?

user147: charles is really out there like keep my girl's name out of your mouth cause even the bitch who stole your seat for a weekend is my SON

user148: y/n wasn't joking about with this grid domination

user149: but also i'm glad all of this fun stuff is happening amongst all of the shit that's been thrown at her from her family

oscarpiastri: a leclerc and proud (i race like my dad and throw shade like my mum)

yourusername: the best way to be

charles_leclerc: proud of you, you're such a good dog brother :)

oscarpiastri: i've just learnt to be patient after alpine and lando

yourusername: you still took your shoes being leo's personal bathroom really well

oscarpiastri: he's too cute to be mad at

yourusername

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yourusername: first mother's day with my boys

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user150: gonna enjoy this super wholesome post before... he... ruins it

user151: manifesting a y/n post without that bitter old hag in the comment section

charles_leclerc: the best mother for our fur baby and our miscellaneous other children

yourusername: only the best with you :(

charles_leclerc: ugh i love you so much

yourusername: i love you even more

user152: they're so fucking cute

user153: damn carlos i too would be angry if my baby sister and my teammate outshined my third PR relationship in six months

user154: the sainz family have generational levels of hating, but one does it for good (poetry) and one does it for bad (anything carlos ever says)

oscarpiastri: happiest mother's day to my grid mum! here's to reading them to filth xx

yourusername: OSC!! i always knew you were my favourite aussie

danielricciardo: did my enchante PR mean nothing?

yourusername: i mean i wear it all of the time... but it's osc ...

danielricciardo: true, i broke my hand before i could even think of accidentally hurting him

user155: also babe is looking so unbothered, moisturised and free we need the skin care routine

oscarpiastri: the tears of carlos sainz

yourusername: and cleansing your life of toxic family members

user156: okay clearly oscar was done with the whole "i'm so chill" bit cause since his adoption by charles and y/n he's been non stop on carlos' neck

oscarpiastri: i'm a ride or die for my mum cry about it

maxverstappen1: as the kids would say ... mother is mothering? @olliebearman did i do it right?

charles_leclerc: stop trying to steal my kids

maxverstappen1: BRO I'M TRYING TO COMPLIMENT YOUR GIRLFRIEND

charles_leclerc: that's literally my job 🤨

yourusername: tbf i'll take as many compliments as i can

charles_leclerc: are mine not enough?

yourusername: when you've got a self esteem this low, you gotta take what you can get

charles_leclerc: oh :(

user157: max and y/n fighting over who trauma dumps more about their upbringing

carlossainz55: this bit is very tiring. you'll be a terrible mother and all these people you think are your friends will drop you as soon as they know who you really are.

yourusername: you done?

carlossainz55: as you loveeeee to point out, i don't have much to lose anymore so i really wouldn't test me

yourusername: trying to make me homeless and stealing all of my money wasn't enough?

carlossainz55: charles will know the truth soon enough and you won't have us to come crying to

yourusername: i'll take those chances thank you

user158: hold ON what do you mean stole all her money

yourusername: i was never allowed my own bank account so all my earnings have gone to them!

user159: okay that's it WE RIDE AT DAWN

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note: oh girl life has been BUSY!!! i just got a new job and have been looking desperately for a flat to move out to. also i've had family visiting and going here, there and everywhere. but i hope you enjoy! this was a lil more light-hearted lol (until the end) so enjoy the addition of the leclerc family lore xx

ALSO i wanted to say a massive THANK YOU FOR 6,000 FOLLOWERS love you all <3

note: hiii extra note from me here. first, i will fix this tag list at some point idk why it's not working rn. secondly, i have been made aware by multiple people that there is a series just like this one down to characters and the name of the series on here and i can't lie i'm bummed about it. as i said on the first part (?) this is an idea i've had since the release of TTPD (and people will back me up on this) so it bums me out that there are blatant copies coming out! i'm all for inspiration but sometimes there's a difference between taking inspo and copying especially when my masterlist was posted ages ago and my first part was posted on the 9th of may.... anyways that's all i have to say! enjoy xx

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Glowing (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: The team has been out on a case for about ten days now. You're not with them this time due to your 21st-week pregnancy and doctor's order not to go to the field, and you miss your husband, Spencer, like crazy. When they come back, Spencer can't stop looking at you and your recent baby bump. To say it makes him feral is an understatement, and he wants to show you how marvelous you are despite your insecurities about your changing body.

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: SMUT/18+/MDNI. Spencer and Reader are horny AF. There is a lot of teasing, heated kissing, heavy making out, oral sex, PIV sex, and breeding kink (a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy). Reader has some insecurities about her body.

A/N: This idea was requested a while ago. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get it done. But here it is! Someone asked for horny!future!dad!Spencer? Well, you’re welcome.

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You can't say you are thrilled about staying in Virginia when all of your team is fighting crime on the other side of the country. Not when it has been ten days since they are gone. Not when you haven't seen your husband that long because he happens to work on the same team.

It's not that you had another option, though. Considering you are almost in your 21st week of pregnancy, your doctor advised you to take it slow on the job. That means being on the field miles away from home became a big no, and this time, you had to settle for nightly phone calls and daily texts with Spencer.

So it doesn't surprise anyone to see the happiness on your face when Hotch calls around midday, announcing that the case is over and they are flying home.

Penelope, always the joyful human being on Earth, immediately got on board with Rossi to host a gathering in his mansion once they were back tonight. Of course, Rossi agreed. Virtually no one can say no to Penelope.

"Okay, mama-genius," she says after ending the call with David. "We have a party tonight and a lot of things to do."

You may be worried about what 'a lot' can imply, but it is just a saying. Penelope will do most of it anyway, claiming you can't do any strenuous task so as not to bother baby-genius. Since the moment you and Spencer told the team about the baby's coming, Garcia baptized you all: papa-genius, mama-genius, and baby-genius. You find it the cutest thing in the world.

Walking through the supermarket aisles, you get everything you'll need: snacks, alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks, and all the stuff. And with the cart full, Penelope sends you home to get ready.

"But Pen, you need help to set all this up."

"Don't worry, honey. I already have Anderson waiting for me at Rossi's. The benefits of having a spare key," she proudly says, dangling her keychain full of keys. "Now go! Go to get ready for your man. I know you have been missing him like crazy."

She is not wrong in the slightest, so you don't fight her. A bath sounds nice right now, and with all the pregnancy going on, you'll need the extra time to get ready.

Ten days have been torture for Spencer Reid. It's the longest he has been apart from you since you guys discovered you are pregnant. Sure, phone calls and texts help, but it's not enough. Not to the overprotective Spencer, anyway. It's not that he doesn't trust you; he does. But his mind always works in overdrive, and he worries more than he should. Not to mention, he has missed you like he hasn't seen you in months.

When Rossi tells the team the plans for the night once they arrive, Spencer is a bit disappointed. He would have preferred to go straight home to be with you. But when JJ assures him you will be there, his apprehensions change to anticipation.

The kind of anticipation that keeps him anxious until everyone arrives at Rossi's past 8 p.m. They were a little bit late for the estimated time, but the traffic was hell today.

A happy Penelope opens the door before Rossi can reach his key.

"Welcome home, mon amis."

"My home, you say?" the old man corrects, no real annoyance in his voice.

"Share is care, so our home is," Garcia retorts, effusively hugging every team member crossing the threshold. The last one is Spencer. "Your woman is waiting for you," she whispers to him after almost crushing him in her embrace.

Spencer practically runs to the living room, where you are greeting everyone. His eyes nearly can't give credit to what he sees. Of course, he knows how you look. He has known you for years and has memorized every detail of you: your height, the way your head leans when you're listening to someone, the color of your eyes, the way you smile, your expressive hands, and every curve of your body. But today? Something looks different, alluring, magnetic, and so entrancing.

His brain has a suitable explanation for it. Sure, when you haven't seen your partner in days, you tend to enhance every detail you love about them. 'Love hormones,' others would say. But no, this is more than psychology and chemistry.

Pregnancy has made changes in you. It was expected, and Spencer knows that, but reading it in a book is way different than seeing it for himself. Sure, there were the headaches and the morning sickness in the early stages. Adding the mood swings and fatigue. But nothing prepared him for the body changes. And not in the bad way people must think, all the opposite. To Spencer, pregnancy has made you the most sexy woman in the world. And after ten days of being deprived of those changes, to him, all come at once. Your breasts got bigger, and you definitely started to show more. The sundress you're wearing just enhances those details, and Spencer feels like he can faint right there.

When your eyes meet across the room, his breath hitches; those eyes he loves so much are glowing and chanting a spell Spencer won't escape from. Not that he wants to, anyway.

Shameless, you leave your conversation with Prentiss and Luke and run to your husband, throwing your arms around his neck.

"I missed you," you murmur into his neck. Spencer hugs you back and closes his eyes, relishing how good you smell and how good it is to have you in his arms again. "We missed you," you add.

The mention of your unborn child melts Spencer on the spot. "I missed you both, too," he manages to say, reluctantly parting from your embrace to look at you and get lost in your eyes again. "I love you," he whispers, leaning to capture your lips with his. And just like that, the anti-PDA, Spencer Reid, indulges himself in kissing you in front of everyone.

The teasing from the team around is only background noise, and neither Spencer nor you are very concerned about it. Not until you involuntarily tug his hair, and Spencer needs to do everything in his power to stop the groan threatening to escape his lips.

Parting and clearing your throats, you both try to regain composure. All the team's eyes are on you, but the only one who dares to point out the obvious is Rossi.

"I have a guest room upstairs, at the second door down the hall."

The comment causes the team to laugh and you to be mortified.

"Sorry," you both mumble, a deep shade of crimson adorning your cheeks. Grabbing your hand, Spencer pulls you to a corner. You're still in sight of the people but far enough to talk and not be listened to.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He points to your baby's belly. It's not an accusatory question, more like an excited one.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. I would have liked to be in a more private setting, but I wasn't going to miss being here and waiting for you at home to show you."

Spencer's hand rests over your now prominent belly and rubs soothing patterns there. "It's amazing," he admits. "How are you feeling?"

You let out a content sigh, feeling the warmth emanating from your husband's palm to your lower stomach.

"Much better now you're here."

"They haven't done much trouble, have they?"

"Nah. Behaves like an angel." And it's the truth. The second trimester has been much better than the previous one: no morning sickness, less fatigue, and it has been great.

There are other 'issues' though. The boost of energy has been paired with an increase in your libido that sometimes is very hard to control. The times Spencer is around, having sex can be enough, but with days passing and with the tenderness and care Spencer has been touching you, it's getting hard to satiate your most primal needs. You know he does it because he doesn't want to hurt you, but even if you have assured him you won't break, he hesitates nonetheless.

And now, after all these days without him, you are sure another touch from him, even the most innocent, will set your body on fire. You are sure this night will be excessively long.

Spencer's thoughts are not very different from yours. The moment he sees you in your sundress walking to him was enough to make his mind wander.

"OK, mister. Enough lovebirds' moment for now. The girls need their time, too." Without warning, Penelope grabs your hand to lead you to the group where Tara, Emily, and JJ are.

You can only shrug to Spencer as Penelope drags you from him. Spencer gives you a reassuring smile. It's fine; you are both adults, he reminds himself. How can it be so difficult to keep his hands to himself for a couple of hours?

Easier said than done, he'll realize.

Neither of you can't help the stolen glances across the room or the subtle smiles you share as you talk to the team at different spots in the house.

Spencer doesn't know if he can control himself much longer. You look stunning and tempting, and his mind starts to fill with unholy things he wants to do to you.

"Reid?" Luke's worried voice gets him out of his mental predicament.

"I - uh. I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Are you alright, man? You seem distracted."

If alright means extremely horny and with an incipient boner tightening his pants, then yes, he's more than alright.

"Yes. Yeah. Uh - I'll grab some water. Excuse me, I'll be right back."

The trip to the bathroom is quick and mildly effective: Splashing cold water on his face and reciting the Declaration of Independence in his mind, Spencer regains some composure and gets back to where the people—and you—are.

The night continues in the same way. It's not like you are openly teasing him, but Spencer can't help himself.

The last straw comes when you're in the backyard talking to JJ and Emily, and you're laughing so hard that your body jolts, making your breasts bounce a bit, exposing more of your cleavage. It's not that evident to anyone, but for Spencer, who has been gawking at you all night, it is clear as day.

He wants you, and he wants you now.

Spencer sets his glass of water on the table and strolls where you are. Giving JJ and Emily a tight-lip smile, he leans to whisper something in your ear. The girls can't hear what it is, but the flush in your cheeks should give them an idea.

"Yeah, it's kind of late. And yeah, I'm feeling a bit tired," you tell Spencer, now looking at the girls, not wanting to disclose what Spencer actually said.

"Sure, carrying a baby Reid must be exhausting," Emily teases, gaining a roll of eyes from Spencer.

"Go, guys. Don't worry; I think I'll leave soon, too," JJ says, and you nod gratefully to avoid making more uncomfortable the moment.

With a tight grip on your hand, Spencer walks with you to say goodbye to everybody. Then, no later than that, you hop on the Uber, already waiting outside Rossi's.

All the ride home, Spencer's hand rests firmly on your tigh. His eyes can't peel off of you. All of you. It's like he hasn't seen you in months and wants to memorize each feature. You look back at him with a mix of amusement and self-consciousness. The lust is all written on his gaze, but there is something more, too. Love, longing, reverence. It's like there isn't anything else in the world but you.

The thought only fuels how much you love him and, of course, how horny you feel. Is it hot in this car, or is that just your idea? Why is the ride taking longer than you would like? You're about to huff in protest when the vehicle stops at your destination. Thanks God!

Spencer never falters his grip on you all the time. You can feel him everywhere: on your hand as you take the stairs, on your lower back walking down the hall, on your shoulder when you fish the key in your purse.

As the door shuts behind you, Spencer's lips are on yours in an instant. Kissing you hard. Like he's a drowning man, and you are the air he needs.

"God, you don't know how hard it was to control myself," Spencer mumbles, now peppering wet kisses down your neck to your collarbone.

"Hard, uh? Well, I guess I have an idea," you say, palming him over his slacks, making him hiss.

"Don't tease me, please," Spencer growls between kisses as he walks you both through the apartment to your bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in your path.

"I'm not, baby. I promise I'm not. I'm as desperate as you are." You're not lying. Your body has been on fire the whole night. You want him as much as he wants you right now.

When your legs hit the bed, you're both only in your underwear.

Spencer breaks the kiss to look at you. The bedroom is only lit by the hallway lights. He reaches for the nightstand to switch the lamp on, but before he does, you stop him.

"Can we just-" You don't finish the sentence, but Spencer understands what you're asking for.

"Yeah. We can, of course. But what's wrong?"

It's not the first time you have sex with the room's lights off, but those times, neither of you has explicitly requested it. You usually don't have trouble with Spencer seeing you naked, but since you got pregnant and your body started to change, you don't feel sexy, and it is mining your confidence. Spencer's suspicion goes in that same direction.

"Nothing," you say, pulling him to kiss him again with the same passion as before. Spencer almost surrenders at your doing, but he stops.

"Hey," he whispers. "Talk to me."

You sit on the mattress, knowing you have to tell him what's bothering you. He sits by your side, patiently waiting for you to collect your thoughts and choose your words.

After some seconds of deliberation, it is you who switches the lamp on. Standing from the bed, you plant yourself in front of Spencer.

"What do you see?" you ask, with your hands on your hips.

Spencer's eyes rack your body from head to toe, especially double-taking your lower stomach, where your pregnant belly is. The answer is obvious to him.

"My perfect and sexy wife, standing almost naked in front of me, trying to kill me because I can't touch her yet."

You roll your eyes, huffing. "Spencer, be serious, please."

"I am! Baby, I don't know why you could think I'm not being honest with you."

There is a scold on the tip of your tongue, but you relent, changing it for a deep sigh.

"But look at me! These-" you say, eyes darting between your breast and the skin of your stomach. "There is no chance this is sexy. I'm bloated half of the time; my skin feels gross, and the stretch marks are more every day. And my tits! God, if I unhook my bra, they are going to fall to the floor!"

It's true, your body isn't the same as it was a couple of months ago, and it'll probably continue to change as the weeks go by, but for Spencer, that doesn't make you any less attractive or desirable—quite the opposite.

"Hey, look at me, please," Spencer asks in a soft voice. You do as he says, now feeling more exposed in front of him. Spencer notices and takes your hands to bring you closer to him.

"You know you're carrying a human being in your womb, right?" he asks, tracing soft patterns with his finger over the skin of your arms. "That makes your body not look or feel the way it usually does. But it's perfectly natural, and I'm sure you know that." Spencer stops to kiss your stomach. "What you don't seem to know is that every change makes you more perfect than you already are. Love, you are perfect for who you are, and your body is perfect because it's yours—stretch marks or not, breasts enlarged or not, swollen or not."

"You have to say that," you complain with an adorable pout, and Spencer chuckles.

“I have to say that because it's true. Did I lie to you before?” You shake your head no. “Exactly.”

He pulls you to him so you can sit on his lap. Your arms rest loosely around his neck. He looks up at you with only adoration in his eyes.

“Love. You look amazing. Gorgeous. And so so sexy. I have been craving to touch you all night, renegaded to only see you from afar. That's torture,” Spencer says, lips hovering over your jaw before trailing down loving kisses—the feel of his wet lips pushing your heart rate to go up.

“You don't know what you do to me, do you? All these days thinking about you, what it's like to have you in my arms, what it's like to be able to kiss you, to smell you.” Spencer says, his fingers dancing over the patch of exposed skin of your breasts still clad in your bra. His lips sucking on that special spot on your neck. You can't help the nasty moan that leaves your mouth.

His eyes search yours for permission when one of his hands rests on the clasp of your bra. You nod, and he unclasps it, revealing your full breasts to him. You swear you hear him whimper at the sight, just as you feel him twitch beneath your thighs.

“Fuck, darling. They are so perfect. So round, so full, so soft,” Spencer praises as his mouth latches to one of your nipples and, with one hand, squeezes the flesh of your other breast. “I couldn’t stop all night thinking about doing this. Claiming these perfect tits.”

“Spencer, fuck!” you moan when he sucks harder. “Yes!”

“So sensitive. These tits are all mine,” Spencer mumbles as he switches his mouth from one nipple to the other.

He keeps lapping, swirling his tongue, sucking. It's like he can't have enough of it. And you can feel it in your bones.

'Extasis' keeps it short to explain how you feel right now. Just with the use of his mouth, Spencer is already pushing you close to the edge. In the back of your mind, you can hear his voice explaining how nipple stimulation can produce orgasms. You didn't think it would be possible at the time, but now you're nearing experiencing it.

"Spence, please. Just -"

One of his hands travels south, leaving goosebumps in its wake until it reaches the waistband of your panties.

“Tell me what you need, baby. And I’ll give it to you.”

“I need you to touch me,” you mewl, your voice cracking with desire.

“Here?” Spencer teases, trailing feather touches across your inner thigh. His mouth marks your neck, his favorite spot on you.

“More. Please, don’t make beg,” you plead. Spencer’s smirk could tell he was not done with the teasing. But in all honesty, he doesn't know how much he can contain himself.

“My baby is desperate already. Let's see how much.” A hand sneaks under your panties, and the slick pooling there tells Spencer everything he needs to know.

“Fuck, you’re soaked. It’s all for me?” He cockily asks as his fingers tease your folds. You gasp at the contact of his fingers on you.

“For you only. Spencer, I’m yours. Always.”

“And I am yours. No matter what. I love you so much,” Spencer says, now claiming your mouth with a searing kiss. It's like he wants to devour you whole, beyond the physics laws, if it's possible.

You let yourself go, kissing him urgently, your fingers tangled in his hair, giving experimental tugs, which Spencer rewards with grunts of pleasure.

You don't realize when you start rocking on his lap, seeking more friction from his fingers.

Spencer continues his assault on your center, alternating the thrusting of his fingers in and out with rubbing against your clit.

"Oh, God!" You whine, not fully believing how good it feels.

“So good, my love. So so good,” Spencer chants. His free hand on your back, maneuvering to lay you down on the mattress without stopping his ministrations in your pussy, and latching his lips to the crook of your neck. The new position allows him to reach deeper inside you with his fingers, massaging that spongy spot that makes you see stars.

“Right there! Oh, please.” You are on the verge of falling, your body surrending to Spencer’s experimented touch. He knows your body better than you.

Your moans go straight to Spencer’s cock, twitching inside his boxers, rock-hard and screaming for attention, but he has a mission before ever thinking of his pleasure. He needs you to come on his fingers first.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“Yes! I’m so - so close,” you cry.

“I can feel you clenching on my fingers. That's it. Let go, my love. Cum for me; let me feel you,” Spencer encourages, and it's the last push you need. Your vision goes white, and your body starts to shake. The coil snaps and flows your body with waves of pleasure.

“Fuck! Yes!” You cry as your orgasm travels through your body. “Spencer! Yes!”

Spencer doesn’t stop the in and out of his fingers, still rubbing your clit, at a slower pace, helping you to ride it out. His breath is hot on your neck, mumbling praises of how good you are, how much he has missed you, and how good you feel around his fingers.

When the aftershocks subside, Spencer carefully retracts his fingers, sucking them clean before passionately kissing you. You can taste yourself on his lips, fueling the desire to have more of him.

“I missed you,” you say, still breathless. Spencer lies on the mattress by your side, stroking your cheek.

“And I missed you. Both of you,” he says, now rubbing a hand over your belly. You let out a content sigh. “We don’t have to do anything else tonight. We can just prepare to go to bed.”

Your head snaps up in an instant.

“Are you fucking kidding me? No! We’re not done, mister. We have a lot of days apart to make it up to.”

Spencer laughs. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Start with those boxers. Get them off,” you command, kneeling on the mattress and suddenly feeling a rush of adrenaline. Spencer pulls his boxers down, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric. It's hard, red, and already leaking precum. And your mouth waters.

“Like the view?” He teases.

“Very,” you shamelessly reply, gawking at the way his cock twitches under your gaze. You position between his legs. He is at your level sight with his elbows on the mattress. You wrap a hand around his shaft, giving a light squeeze, as your other hand looks purchase on his thigh. Spencer hisses at the contact.

“Baby, you don’t have to,” he reminds you, knowing this position could be uncomfortable for you.

“Oh, yes, I have to,” you counter. “I have been thinking about sucking you off for weeks, Spencer. Weeks!”

Spencer laughs at your dramatics, but still, he reaches for your chin to tilt up so you can look at him.

“Just let me know if it's too much, and we can stop, okay?”

Did you mention before about how careful he has been treating you since you discovered you were pregnant? Yes, you did. And here is a reminder.

“Okay,” you reassure him, giving an experimental lick at the tip. The salty taste just encourages you to lick the underside, from base to tip and back and forth. Spencer’s moans are music for your ears. You lower yourself now, taking him in your mouth—inch by glorious inch.

There is something special about giving Spencer head, and it’s beyond the sexual component of pushing him to orgasm. It's about the way he surrenders to your touch, the way he is splayed over the bed at your mercy. The way he trusts you in such a vulnerable position. He doesn't rush you; he’s pliant at your pace because he knows you know how to pleasure him.

“Fuck!” he groans when you go deeper. “So good, baby. You take it so good.”

As him with yours, you relish on his praises. He never stops complimenting you and vocalizing the way you make him feel. Evidence of how much you like it is the pool of wetness forming in your center just hearing him moan and talk.

With renewed vigor, you keep bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue, and extracting the more nasty and sexy noises from Spencer’s lips.

“Just - just like that. You are doing amazing.” His hands rest over your head, but he doesn’t push or pull; he just grounds himself in the midst of the pleasure cloud he is in.

But when that knowing coil is forming on him, Spencer knows he needs you to stop, or he won’t last much.

Gently, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you back. You understand the signal and release him with a pop.

“What is it? You don’t want to?” You ask, licking your lips full of fluids of both of you. Spencer is panting, shaking his head no.

“You were amazing, but I don’t want to cum yet. And I want to cum inside of you.” The admission makes the heat in your body rise.

His hand caresses lovingly your cheek as you’re sitting on your haunches on the mattress. Spencer sits with his back on the headboard, raking your entire naked body from head to toe. His eyes are full of adoration.

Leave it to Spencer to look at you like you were Afrodite's incarnation, even with your grown breasts and bloated body.

“What?” You ask, giggling out of nervousness. Years with him, and that piercing gaze still makes your heart flutter.

"Marvelous. So beautiful. The most gorgeous. Perfect.”

Before you can protest the overflowing compliments, Spencer's hands cup your face to pull you into a deep kiss. You kiss him back with urgency, straddling him. Spencer’s hands go to your waist to keep you in place, where you belong, on top of him. From that position, you can feel his cock twitching with want.

"Spencer-" you mumble in his lips, almost like a whisper.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he asks, focusing on how you start swaying your hips, making contact with his hardness, and settling him on fire.

“I need to ride you, now,” you plead, and Spencer can’t say no to you even if he tried.

“Then ride me. Take everything you need from me,” Spencer says, leaving the grasp of your hips so you can lift yourself to position his cock at your entrance. You start to sink and you both are gasping for air. It feels so good. You feel so full with every pull and push of your core into Spencer’s cock. It's a sensation that never gets old.

“That's it. You are doing so well. Take your time,” Spencer reminds you, but you have been craving him so much that you don’t have patience anymore. Spencer's hands come back to your hips, and yours rest on his shoulders for balance. With a last bounce, you’re full to the hilt.

“Fuck!” You hiss. The stretching is a mix of pain and pleasure that’s driving you insane. Spencer’s concerned eyes seek yours.

“You okay?” He asks, his gaze now raking your body, looking for something that can tell him about your discomfort.

“Yes! I’m okay—more than okay,” you assure him. Then you remember there is something he needs to know, something you need from him.

"Spencer, look at me," you demand, and he does what you ask.

"Yeah?" he pants, eyes mapping your face for any sign of what you want to say.

"I want something. Better said, I need something,” you pant, feeling already the urge to move.

"Okay, whatever you need. I'll give it to you."

"I need to feel you. All of you.” Spencer nods.

“You are feeling me now, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Spencer. I’m talking about being rough. I need it hard. Please, baby, don't hold back."

“Oh.” Realization hits him at the same time you clench around him. “Fuck. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Love, I promise you, you won’t break me.”

Spencer looks still hesitant.

“Please, don’t deprive me of you. I need to be consumed by you. I need to feel you everywhere; I need to be reminded I'm yours, and you're mine. Remind me you’re the only one who can have me like this. Remind me who put this baby in me.”

The way Spencer’s cock twitches inside of you and the groan escaping his lips is enough for you to know he got the memo.

His eyes darkened even more, and you could swear you saw a smirk on his face.

“You don’t know what you’re asking, do you?” he says, thrusting up so you can feel him deeper.

“Ah! Show me! Give me what you think I deserve, please,” you beg, and for Spencer is the last straw. With both hands on your hips, he starts to bounce you up and down. Your hands rest on his stomach as you try to catch a rhythm. It starts messy and frantic, and you can’t care less. You’re riding Spencer, and that's what matters.

“So tight. I don’t know how I can fit here. Feels amazing.” Spencer's voice is strained, breathless.

As you gain more control over your movements, the grinding intensifies. Every part of your body is on fire. The bounce of your breasts makes Spencer feral.

“These tits. Are mine. All mine,” Spencer chants, hands squeezing them. “You’re mine.”

Damn right, you think. You are his. Every part of you is his, in the same way you are claiming him as yours right now.

Not fully satisfied with touching, Spencer leans forward and captures one of your nipples with his mouth, one arm around your waist to help you as you keep riding him.

“Fuck! Spencer!” You cry when he sucks harder. Tugging his hair, you speed your rhythm, feeling the coil forming, a new orgasm approaching.

At some point your legs start to falter, the exertion making them cramp, but you don’t want to stop. Spencer notices, though.

“I’ve got you,” he says, maneuvering you on your back without pulling out. Now he’s on top, and your legs over his shoulders. “That’s better, uh?”

You nod eagerly. “But don’t stop, please.”

“I won’t.”

With this new angle, Spencer thrusts deeper and harder. It's all you have wanted for weeks. The sinful sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, and you can respire the smell of sweat and sex.

“Yes! Just like that!”

“Oh, so you wanted it harder, uh? My sweet, dirty thing,” Spencer coos, head nestled in the crook of your neck. You feel his hot breath, how he’s panting while giving you precise and deliberate thrusts, in and out, in and out.

“Spence, I’m close,” you warn, and Spencer doesn't halt his movements, leaning a bit back to look at you.

“Me too, baby.”

You are a sight to behold. Your messy hair, sweat sparkling on your skin, eyes full of lust, the moans leaving your lips, tits bouncing with every thrust, and that bump, where your baby is. Spencer still can’t believe it's real.

“You’re so gorgeous. You look so good, pregnant with my baby. Everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Yours, always,” you half-sob, half-moan. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you can feel it in your bones. Spencer knows exactly how to get you there. He’s almost there too.

“That’s what you want? That I keep you nice a knocked up all the time? Do you want my cum, don’t you?”

“Yes! All the time. Please.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you nice and full.” Spencer vows, kissing your calf and sneaking down his fingers to rub your clit in tight circles.

“Oh, God.”

You’re on the verge of falling. The wet sounds your bodies are making, the panting and moans, Spencer’s words, everything is pushing you to the edge.

“Come for me, come on my cock,” Spencer demands, and it is like your body has to comply because as the words leave his mouth, your orgasm hits you like a freight train.

“Fucking shit! Yes!” You scream, feeling your body trembling with pleasure. Spencer’s pace keeps, now chasing his own end.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, losing some rhythm. “So good for me.”

You can feel him twitching inside with each thrust as you clench your walls, still riding your high.

“Spencer, please. Cum inside. Fill me up, baby. I need it so bad,” you plead, and Spencer loses it. After a deep thrust, he grunts and stills inside, spilling everything he has. You feel his warmth filling you up, a content sigh leaving your lips.

For a few seconds, you both remain still, panting and trying to catch your breath. Spencer is the first to react. Not pulling out, he lowers your legs from his shoulders, massaging them gently while he peppers your neck with kisses. You giggle, still drunk of post-orgasmic hormones.

“You did so good, my love,” he praises. Your hands cup his face so he can look at you.

“I love you, Spencer. I missed you so much,” you declare as you lean in to kiss his lips. Spencer reciprocates immediately. This kiss is sweet, not rushed, but takes your breath away as all Spencer’s kisses do.

“I love you, too,” he mumbles on your lips. “And it was torture being away from you for so many days. But I’m here right now; I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good, because tonight I’m not done with you yet.”

With the whimper that escapes Spencer’s lips and the twitch of his cock still inside of you, it’s clear he knows exactly how the night will go from here.

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ssahotchnerr · 2 months ago

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Hotch request ♡ for pre-relationship Hotch and Reader where he takes care of them on a case where they don’t feel well (maybe giving them his jacket when they have to investigate somewhere chilly at night, or keeping an eye on them!!) I thought this would be a cute one !!

if you only knew

cw; fem bau!reader, mutual pining, no established relationship, touch starved aaron, sick descriptions, fluff <3

After being out with the flu last week, color was just beginning to return to your face. Liveliness was present, contrasting the dull pale Aaron had witnessed when you attempted to come into the office. One look at you, and he sent you straight home.

You were on the upswing, otherwise he wouldn't have let you travel. Your fever had gone, you were on antibiotics, you promised you felt better - pinky-promised even.

But now he was beginning to think he should've momentarily grounded you back at Quantico, aiding Garcia rather than being in the field with the rest of team.

The further you ventured, the further the temperature plummeted. Surely it wasn't good for your vulnerable immune system, especially since your symptoms had yet to fully disappear, and why had he insisted you come? Prentiss could've accompanied him to the crime scene. Or JJ, Reid - anyone else.

He knew the answer already though; after not seeing you for nearly a week, he was guiltily needing to make up for lost time.

Aaron did, however, have a set of tissues waiting in his pocket, which - judging by the increasing rate of sniffles exiting you - would come in handy soon. He had to subtly conceal retrieving the items (he packed cough drops also) as the two of you left the precinct, knowing the cheeky grin or words Dave would offer him if caught.

"How are you doing?"

You considered saying you were fine, but lying was pointless - he’d see right through it before the words even left your mouth. And you couldn't lie to him.

It was nice, having someone know you so well.

Your voice was hoarse, barely more than a rasp. "Honestly, not great. My head is so congested it feels as if it's going to explode."

He grimaced in compassion, meeting your eyes with sympathy - which deepened at the sight of your red nose. Induced by the cold or your cold, he wasn't sure, "I'm sorry."

"I can't tell if I'm shivering because of post sick chills," you admitted, and right on cue, a quick shudder overtook your body. "Or I'm just freezing."

"You could head back to the car. Warm up a bit."

As tempting as the suggestion was, you gave him a look. Wittiness danced in your eyes and it eased his tense shoulders; if you felt that bad, you wouldn't have bothered with such a display. "And leave you here alone?"

Aaron chuckled gently, "I can manage."

"I know you can." You responded simply but picked up your pace to lead the way, as if to prove to him you were more than capable. Unbeknownst to him, you were making up for lost time too.

Spending solo time with Aaron, or cooped up in a stuffy police department? The choice was obvious.

"Wait-" you paused, and he took a few strides to catch up. "Take my jacket then, at least."

"Hotch-" You began to protest, but Aaron shrugged his puffer off his shoulders anyway, ignoring your concerns of him now being susceptible to the frigid air, and how you'd hate to be the reason he'd succumb to hypothermia.

He couldn't care less, as long as you were warm. He persuaded your arms through the sleeves and pulled the zipper up, fastening it snugly at your chin to preserve warmth.

"This shouldn't take long," Aaron promised, a brisk burst of wind hitting the two of you. It caused a strand of your hair to fall in front of your face, and he immediately had the urge to tuck it back behind your ear. Get a grip, Hotchner.

He withheld his temptation for a moment, but then came to the conclusion - fuck it. While brushing it out of the way, his finger touched your skin. Briefly, but your cheek wasn't flushed, confirming your fever had definitely gone. But then again, the weather could've been contributing. "We'll take a look around, make sure CSI is taking adequate photos, and head out."

Your response was delayed, partially convinced you hallucinated his actions as your heart fluttered in your chest. Maybe your fever was returning. "Okay."

"Once we get back to the hotel, make some tea for your throat." How did he know your throat killed? Was it that obvious? "Take a hot shower, bask in the steam. And most importantly, get some sleep."

"Is that an order?" You countered, a weak smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"If that's what it takes, yes." He answered playfully, but the expression on his face indicated he was serious. Lips pressed into a soft line, eyes steady and clear with quiet determination.

Aaron was walking alongside you now, the back of his hand brushing against yours. While you weren't touching - only a few centimeters separated the two of you - it was electrifying.

Right before you reached the victim, a sudden sneezing fit seized you, and without thinking, his hand settled at the small of your back in support. It comfortably stayed put until you finished.

You peered up at him as your hand hid your snotty nose, eyes watery and quite pitiful. It broke his heart in the sweetest yet saddest way.

"Do you have tissues?"

"Check your pocket."

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authorhjk1 · 2 months ago

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IU caught for a crime, reluctantly fucked & bukkake by the cops while handcuffed at the station and walk through paparazzi drenched in cum after her release

May 16, 2025

(IU) word count: 3664 words

"Wake up."

Jieun stirs awake as an unfamiliar voice reaches her ears. It takes her a moment to gain full consciousness. She's trying to remember where she is, because whatever she's lying on, it's definitely not her bed.

Her eyes slowly start to open, but the bright light from the ceiling forces them shut again. It takes Jieun a second try, but now she can see most of her environment. Her eyes grow wide when she sees someone standing only a couple of meters away. And it seems he and Jieun are separated by metal bars. She's definitely not at home.

"Where am I?"

The sleepiness now quickly leaves her mind, but when she tries to lift her head, an excruciating pain threatens to burst her scull. Jieun groans and she can barely think straight. What the hell happened last night?

"At the police station."

She hears a key opening a lock. The metal bars in front of the man start to move.

"Get up."

Usually Jieun would be upset with someone being so rude with her. But realization hits her like a truck. What did she do to wake up in a police station? She can't remember what happened last night. Nothing at all. Her head hurts so bad as she tries to slowly get up. Did she drink too much last night? But why would she be here then?

Jieun stumbles to her feet and the man has to grab her arm to stop her from falling.

"Follow me."

The walk through the police station feels like a dream to her. Eventually, the two of them reach an interrogation room.

Jieun sits down on the first chair she sees, her head still spinning. She feels the man grab both her arms and a moment later she hears the click of handcuffs. She looks down on herself in disbelief.

"What? What is this for?"

She's still fighting through the fog of sleepiness and hangover as the man sits down on the other side of the table.

"I'm detective Lee. And you're Lee Jieun. Is that correct?"

Jieun nods, still waiting for an answer to her question.

"Last night you got arrested for public indecency."

"Public what?"

Jieun furrows her eyebrows.

"Indecency?"

"Yes. The official report says that you undressed at a restaurant and started to dance naked on a table."

Jieun's cheeks heat up in embarrassment. That couldn't be her, right? Why would she do something like that? She was drunk before, but she never got naked in public or anything.

When IU looks down on herself she realises she isn't wearing her dress from last night either. Just a red turtle neck that is way too big for her. She can tell she's wearing panties, but otherwise she is naked underneath. No bra, no pants, nothing.

"A-And what am I supposed to do now?"

She watches detective Lee lean back in his chair. His eyes seem wander across her body, until he finally answers.

"Well, your case will be brought before a judge and he or she will determine your sentence."

"O-Okay. And what kind of sentence could that be?"

"A huge fine. Or...up to one year in jail."

Jieun feels like her heart skips a beat. Jail? For something she doesn't even remember? For something like being naked in public? Her career and her life flashes past in front of her eyes. That would be the end of her.

"N-No! I can't go to jail!"

Her voice rises as she starts to panic.

"It's okay, it's okay."

The detective rests a hand on hers to calm her down.

"There is an alternative."

Jieun almost sighs in relief, thinking she can avoid such a sentence. But the detective's smirk quickly destroys her hopes.

"What-What kind of alternative?"

She asks hesitantly, although she isn't sure if she even wants to hear it. She glances at the man's hand on hers, which is now gently caressing her skin.

"You do me a favor and I let you go. No evidence, no trial, no sentence."

Goosebumps form on IU's skin as she thinks about it for a second. She definitely understood that he's expecting a favor in a sexual sense. But is it worth it? Is it worth her career, her freedom? Maybe...

Her thoughts run wild as she tries to choose. Of course she doesn't want to do anything sexual with a random guy. But then again, she can't go to jail. It would ruin her career and her life. Maybe he isn't even asking for much? Maybe just a handjob or something?

"W-What kind of favor?"

Her voice is weak as shame rushes through her body. The detective's smile grows wider.

"Oh fuck. You have such a nice pussy."

The man behind Jieun groans in pleasure. She's bent over the desk, her hands still in handcuffs while she's getting fucked from behind.

"You're so tight and warm. Just amazing."

She doesn't even know the man's name, but he's buried deep inside her pussy. Detective Lee left a while ago after using Jieun's mouth and pussy himself. After him a couple of more guys came in one after the other and left. If she counted correctly, this guy is currently the sixth man who is taking her pussy today. The sixth stranger. A police officer she has never seen before.

"Fuck, I bet you love getting fucked by one cock after another, don't you?"

He's definitely the most vocal out of all the guys so far, but Jieun doesn't mind. As degrading as it is, his voice at least covers her pathetic moans. And it's not wrong what he's saying. She's embarrassed to admit this to herself, but Jieun is starting to get into this.

She feels his cock thrusting in and out of her, his hips snapping against her ass while he holds onto both her shoulders to pull her back against him. She can tell he's close by the way his cock is pulsating inside her pussy. For a moment, Jieun is afraid he might cum inside her unprotected cunt. But it seems like all the guys seem to have talked to each other. Like the other police officers before him, he pulls out of her and walks around the table. With his hand in her hair, he forces Jieun's face closer to his cock. She watches him stroke his cock a couple of times as his groans grow louder.

"You're such a slut. Using your body to get out of jail."

Then he finally cums all over Jieun's face, adding to the loads that are already sticking to her skin. She can't help but let out a moan of pleasure as she feels his hot cum paint her face. She has her eyes closed to make sure that nothing gets into them. But when she opens them again, she hears the click of the door. The man who just came on her face already left.

Barely a minute later, the door opens again. Jieun turns around, hoping to see detective Lee. Is she finally done? Is she free to go now?

To her dismay, it's not him. Another man in uniform steps into the room while already taking care of his belt. Her eyes follow him as he walks closer. Standing right in front of her, he takes out his cock and starts to stroke it.

"You look so sexy with cum on your face."

He almost laughs as he takes her chin in one hand and guides her mouth towards his cock.

"Wouldn't mind watching you perform on TV like this."

Even more embarrassment rushes through Jieun's system as his cock parts her lips. It's degrading enough to have all these officers cum on her face. She can't even imagine what it must feel like to perform on a music show with her face covered like this. Everyone would think she's a slut.

Jieun continues to imagine herself dancing with cum on her face as the man starts to fuck her mouth. His hands on either side of her head keep it in place while he thrusts in and out of her. She feels his tip brush against the back of her mouth with every other stroke and soon Jieun is starting to gasp for air. With detective Lee it was more like a blowjob than full on fucking her face. But now the man in front of her uses her mouth like a toy. Soon, he seems to have become fully hard, which makes it even harder to take all of him in. His cock is now making her struggle as her jaw starts to hurt due to being forced open like this.

"What a mouth. No wonder you're a singer."

He groans, one of his hands moving to grab a fistful of her hair. She feels him starting to loose control. His rhythm breaks and his deep powerful thrusts turn into quick, shallow pumps. But before he cums down her troat, he retreats, stepping back until his tip is only barely resting on her lower lip.

"If your pussy is only half as good as your mouth..."

He doesn't finish the sentence, too captivated by the sight of his cock finally falling out of her mouth. It's fully covered in Jieun's saliva, her spit glistening in the bright light. She glances down at it, the feeling of his length still lingers in her mouth.

"You like to get fucked that bad, huh?"

Jieun hesitates, but then nods quickly. She has to admit this to herself. As degrading and shameful it is, it's hot to have her holes used by one man after another. The fact that they're are all police men only heightens her arousal. She can feel herself getting into it. She can feel her pussy getting wet in anticipation as she watches him walking around the table. Still bent over, she loses sight of him once he stands behind her. She's holding her breath now, waiting for what is about to come.

To Jieun's surprise it's not his cock, but a hard slap on her right ass cheek. She yelps in surprise and shock. The slap makes her cheek sting. Another one to her left cheek. She gasps, the split second of pain leaving her breathless. Then she feels his cock rubbing against her wet folds. She catches herself slightly backing up. Her own arousal continues to rise. And when he finally thrusts inside of her for the first time, Jieun feels like she just crossed a new threshold. Most of the shame and embarrassment leave her as she takes his pounding. Instead of just being silently and passively bent over the table, she now lets out a needy

"Oh my god."

as she pushes back against him. Her small body starts to move in the same rhythm as his own, enabling him to penetrate her pussy even further.

"Fuck, you're such a tight little slut, aren't you?"

Another slap to her cheeks makes Jieun gasp before she can answer.

"Yes, sir."

A mewl escapes her lips after she says those two words. The thought of submitting to his authority as a police man has her dripping. Instead of spreading her legs wide, he is holding them together, which makes his cock feel even bigger inside of her. Jieun's thighs rub together as well, adding even more pleasure to her system.

"It's so good."

Another moan escapes her lips and the man behind her reaches forward to grab a fistful of her hair once more. Her loose bun is a complete mess by now, but she doesn't care at all. The most important thing right now is his cock. She lets out moan after moan as he continues to fuck her. Jieun is starting to ask for more, while the man behind her starts to get rougher with her. His hand is tightly holding onto her hips, while the other now reaches for her peach colored panties, which are lying next to her on the table.

"Open wide, little slut."

Jieun obeys his order, without thinking. He stuffs her panties into her mouth and then holds onto her bun once more.

"Fuck, you look even better with your mouth full."

He gives her ass a couple of slaps again, which makes Jieun moan into her panties. She can taste a little bit of herself, while he continues to thrust in and out of her pussy. The peach colored cloth is partially dangling out of her mouth and swinging to the rhythm of her getting fucked. She feels him trying to get even deeper and deeper inside of her, trying to make her pussy take all of his cock. In the process he's pushing her further onto the table, until she's almost lying on it.

"I don't think I can stop fucking this tight little cunt of yours."

He groans as he picks up her left leg and puts it on the table as well.

"Oh god!"

Jieun shouts through her panties as he now pushes deeper into her than ever before. His entire cock is now properly buried inside of her. He starts to slap her cheeks again too, making them sting. The mixture of pleasure and pain soon prove to be too much for her. Jieun's small body starts to shake and jerk on top of the table. She never expected to ever cum from being fucked by strangers. But here she is now. Jieun is climaxing on the table in the interrogation room as one of the police men makes her take his cock as deep as possible. Her moans and whines are mostly muffled by her panties, but they're still clearly audible.

"You love cuming on my dick, don't you?"

The man behind her groans. Jieun's pussy tightly squeezing his dick steers him towards his own orgasm as well. He fucks her even harder once he notices he can't hold on for much longer. His hands use her small ass cheeks as handles as he drives his cock into her cunt again and again.

Jieun expects him to pull out when she feels him pulsating inside of her. But instead, he buries himself as deep as possible inside her throbbing pussy. A gasp of surprise barely makes it past her panties as she feels him filling her pussy to the brim with his cum.

"Good girl."

He leans over her as he makes sure that her walls drain every last drop of his cum.

"You're a great cum dump."

He kisses her sweaty neck. Jieun feels him pulling out of her. Slowly his cock drags along her slick walls. Once she's empty again, she feels some of his cum escape her pussy and run down her legs. He gives her ass a final smack and then gets dressed and leaves her lying on the table.

Jieun tries to catch her breath. She is spread out on the cold surface, the bunched up turtleneck just barely covering her ass. The man's cum is leaking onto the table, while she just waits for the next person to claim her pussy. She hears the door open again and feels her body react to the sound with silent anticipation. When the next person stands in front of her, she finally manages to look up.

"Detective Lee."

She tries to say, but Jieun's mouth is still stuffed with her panties.

He enjoys the view of her lying on the table, totally spent, before he finally says something.

"I've got some good news and some bad news."

Jieun glances down at his crotch when she notices him gently cupping his cock through his pants.

"The good news is that the deadline of your release papers is over soon, so we have to let you go in around 20 minutes."

Now he undoes his belt, while he continues to talk. His eyes glued to her slightly pink ass cheeks.

"The bad news is, there are around 10 more officers outside, waiting for their turn."

Jieun takes a couple of moments to take the hint. She understands what he is insinuating.

"What-"

She tries to speak, but her panties keep her quiet.

"Let's hurry up a little."

Detective Lee's last words had a bit more volume to them and are followed by several pairs of footsteps.

Jieun swallows heavily as she feels several men entering the room at once. She can still only see the detective, but she knows that everyone is looking at her. For a second, the room is completely silent. Then everyone begins to get rid of their pants.

Five minutes later, Jieun feels like the world is spinning out of control. She's now lying on her back still on the table. Someone is holding onto her thighs while he's pounding deep into her cum filled pussy. She feels two men sharing her mouth, not caring if she's constantly gagging and choking. Her hands are still cuffed together, but her arms are reaching upwards. Two men are kneeling on the table, one on either side. They're basically fucking her hands, while Jieun does her best to stroke their cocks. Five more men are currently standing in the background, all touching themselves to the sight of Jieun getting used in any way possible.

She doesn't even notice that her panties have gone missing, because the cocks in her mouth still stop her from talking. Or breathing for that matter. The man thrusting into her pussy is digging his fingernails into her thighs, making her squirm on the flat surface. A couple of thrusts later, he's replaced by the next guy. The new man inside of her places a finger on her clit and starts to rub it in the rhythm of his thrusts.

Jieun becomes a broken, filthy mess in record time. Her eyes are barely open as the pleasure that flows through her system overwhelms her. The men using her hands have to hold her arms up, because her muscles are already sore.

For a second, she gets a breath of fresh air, before another pair of police men stuff her mouth with their cocks. Jieun can't tell how long it has been since detective Lee came in. Five minutes? 10 minutes? She's sure that she can't take it for much longer. Her pussy starts to feel sore as well after being fucked by almost a dozen different men in one day.

Jieun suddenly flinches when she feels someone reach underneath her turtleneck. His fingers pinch her nipples, sending even more pain into her body. She can't tell who it is though. Her entire body becomes their personal sex toy.

"Time is up."

A sigh of relief leaves Jieun's body as she hears detective Lee's voice. She knows she was close to loosing her mind. Although, a small part of her is disappointed that it's over now. She feels one man after another letting go of her body.

"Get up."

A pair of hands lift her tired body off the table. Jieun finds herself kneeling on the floor as she opens her eyes fully again. She realizes she's surrounded by the ten men who used her body mere seconds ago. And it quickly dawns on her what's going to happen next. All of them are stroking their cocks while looking down on her. And Jieun has just enough time to close her eyes again as the first load already hits her face. She can't tell who it was, or where it came from. But the stranger's sticky cum warms the skin on her face. The next load mostly hits her forehead. The next officer aims at her closed eyes. Jieun feels his heavy load weigh down on her eyelids.

She takes the other eight loads of cum as well, silently kneeling inside the ring of ten police officers. She eventually hears them all walk out of the room again. Except for detective Lee.

"Get up. Your manager is waiting outside."

She scrambles to her feet, her eyes slowly start to open, but the weight of several loads of cum forces them shut again. It takes Jieun a second try, but now she can see most of her environment.

"Your dress."

He hands her the dress she must've worn last night and motions for her to walk out of the interrogation room. She's only wearing the oversized turtleneck, which she only realizes when she's standing in the front door of the precinct.

"Wait, my panties..."

Detective Lee just laughs and gives her a gentle nudge. Jieun stumbles outside the building, her tired body barely keeping her standing. Then suddenly she goes blind as cameras start to flash. Raw horror creeps up her spine as Jieun is standing in front of the precinct, face covered in cum, only wearing an oversized turtleneck, her elegant dress bunched up into a lump of white cloth in her arms while reporters take picture after picture.

She tried to get out of jail and to protect her career. But here she is now, knowing that she's ruined. In more ways than one. With shaking legs and head hanging low, Jieun makes her way towards her manager's car. She can't even feel shame anymore. It's all about her career being over. Probably.

She opens the door of the car and quickly gets inside. When she turns to her manager, wanting to ask for something to clean her face with, she sees him staring at her. Her gaze moves lower. Her breath hitches when she sees that his cock is out and he is slowly stroking it.

"Just once, please? I always wanted to know how it'd feel like to-"

He doesn't even get to finish the sentence. Jieun can still hear the shutter of the cameras and the chatter of the reporters outside of the car as she leans over and wraps her lips around her manager's cock. Her career is ruined anyway. Might as well have some fun while she watches it all collapse.

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Happy IU day everyone!

I hope you guys enjoy this small fic. Thanks for waiting so patiently for me.

Stay healthy!

#ask #anon #kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #iu soloist #iu smut #iu #jieun smut #lee jieun #jieun

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bluehourbucky · 21 days ago

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Lunch boxes

pairing: newavenger!bucky x reader

summary: you make lunch for new avengers John almost loses his life

a/n : just a silly drabble been thinking about it for days

bucky masterlist

Bucky never knew softness until he met you. You are the epitome of softness, you think of others first and then yourself. He loves that about you its sweet but he never let's it go too far.

He knows one day he'll marry you, buy you a house in the country side all those domestic things he dreamed of. He just needs a bit more time. Bucky sees the way you look at him, with love and absolute certainty that he's your future.

There's nothing he wouldn't do for you, not when he meets your doe eyes full of hopes and dreams. And he can't wait to make them all reality.

One thing about you is that you show your love through food, lots of it, he gained a few since you two started dating. Bucky didn't even know he loved food this much ( maybe he doesn't and its only to please you but the line blurred long ago when he realised that love is you and everything you do and make).

He never intended for you to meet the other new avengers, but they somehow found their way into your shared home. You welcomed them with open arms and heart. And you charmed them from the fist second. He knew you would, all you have to do is smile and you have people falling over left and right.

They weren't used to kindness and you had so much to give and you gave it freely in abundance.

Last night was rough for them and they all needed somewhere to recharge for the hard day ahead, so what did they do? They came to a little sanctuary, that is yours and Buckys apartment.

Even if Bucky hadn't called ahead you had opened the door in the middle of the night, you didn't even seem upset that they woke you up or that he brought five more people with him.

You jumped into his arms like it didn't matter that he was all dirty and sweaty and bloody, and to you it didn't.

Your small apartment was looking even tinier with the six avengers in the living room/kitchen.

"Welcome back! I'm sorry I didnt know you were coming you must be hungry! Ah I didnt prepare anything! I'm sure we have something around here!"

Bucky told you not to fuss about it, they'll order something for tonight and be out early in the morning. It took a lot of convincing and stolen distraction kisses to make you drop it.

"Jamie it's not nice! They're guests, your work family!" He smiles and pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead.

"You can cook some other time come on back to bed." Bucky ushered you to your room and laughed when he noticed your frown. He took a quick shower and then gave the rest of them towels and told them to figure it out how to sleep on one pull out bed. He didn't care enough he just wanted his girl.

"Good night, doll." Bucky says as he pulls you into his chest and kisses your neck. He feels you smile.

"Night Jamie."

In the morning Bucky can smell food? Its all kinds of food. He gets up and opens the bedroom door. Four figures stand behind the kitchen counter and watch you.

John is sitting on the pull out sofa, his eyes closed.

"Damn Soldier Barnes! Your wife is so talented! Look how she cooks!" Alexei says pointing at you stiring the pot and shaking the pan at the same time. You turn and your cheeks are flushed, both from the stove and the way Alexei called you Buckys wife.

"Morning love!" you look at him sheepishly, like you're caught doing a crime.

"She won't tell us what she's doing but this looks dangerous? No?" Yelena says..

"I'll be done soon I promise."

Bucky fondly laughs and walks over to you to give you a morning kiss but before he can do that an alarm sounds from your phone.

"Ah get that out of the oven! Thanks honey."

Bucky does as he's told and pulls out a huge tray of pastries out of the oven with his metal arm.

"Are we feeding an army?"

"Yes Bucky look how many of you and no one should work on an empty stomach."

Before he can say something you shush him and peck his lips.

"Okay now everything's done!"

And there on the counter six paper bags, each one has a name written on it, with a little doodle each different than the other.

Buckys heart grows and aches in ways he can't quite understand. You did all of this for him, for them, the people who have done horrible things, are doing horrible things.

First one to grab a bag is Alexei who then gives you a bear hug and lifts you off of the floor.

"Ah you are amazing woman! If Soldier doesn't treat you right he will have problem with me! I am very grateful!" You laugh and hug him back.

Ava just nodds and takes the bag, but in her eyes you see softness and thankfulness.

Yelena takes hers and says "Ah my favorite! Thank you! You are the best! I can't promise I won't come back for another round."

"You're always welcome" you reply and give her a hug.

"Thank you, miss. I appreciate your effort it is very kind for you to give us this food!" Bob says and stands at the door with the others.

John's the last one but he only stands up and goes to the door.

"Wait I made you one too!"

"Im not taking a children's lunch box I'll just buy something out."

The silence that came is deafening, you could hear a pin drop. Your eyes well up in tears.

And then Bucky grabs John by the throat, Yelena pulls her guns and points them at John, Ava teleports next to John and hits him and Alexi says

"I kill him now."

"Im sorry I'm sorry Im sorry I swear I didnt mean it." John starts to beg the avengers for mercy...

"Not to us stupid."

Bucky drops him to the ground and then John crawls to your feet and starts begging.

"Its fine I forgive you." you say kind of terrified and touched that they all care so much.

"You live another day, next time you make my girl cry I will kill you and then cut you into pieces and then I will burn those pieces."

John only nods and runs out the door.

Buckys eyes immediately soften as he walks over to you and grabs the last bag, it says love of my life and there's like a dozen hearts drawn. His hear melts.

"Thank you baby. I love you and I already miss you." you giggle at the hundreds of kisses Bucky gives you.

"Love you too!"

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel fic #bucky fic #marvel imagine #bucky fluff #james buchanan barnes

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corkinavoid · 10 months ago

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DPxDC When You Are Suddenly Dating a Princess

This prompt is a variation of good!GIW AU (read here), but that's an excuse because I just wanted badass Jasmine Fenton and her good boy Jason Todd.

"Jason?"

The voice catches him off-guard. Not because he doesn't know it, no, quite on the opposite - he knows that voice very well, he's just heard it this morning when his beautiful girlfriend kissed him on the cheek and left for work.

It's just that he didn't expect to hear it at a closed auction full of magic artifacts, two states away from Gotham, and in a room full of rich-ass people from all around the world.

He turns around.

Jazz is looking at him with an expression of pleasant surprise, black off-shoulder silk dress with teal accents draping her figure all the way down to the floor - it's kind of reminiscent of Greek togas, with high waist and lots of folds on the skirt. It also makes his girlfriend look even taller than she is, which, Jason is fairly certain, was intentional.

She is also wearing a necklace on her neck, and just by one look at it, Jason knows that it costs at least five times more than the apartment they live in.

"Jazz?" He breathes out, astonished, but then catches himself and puts on a smile, "You look stunning." This is not the time to argue or ask questions; he is on a mission. And it's a time sensitive one, so no matter how curious he is, it can wait till later. They do live together, after all.

"Thank you," the girl smiles, and then briefly turns her head to a tall man in a very expensive dark blue suit standing beside her, "If you excuse me," she nods with an apologetic smile in the corner of her lips, and the man smiles back and takes a step away. Meanwhile, Jazz approaches Jason and casually places a hand on his elbow.

"Mind telling me what are you doing here?" She questions, and, wait, that was supposed to be his line! Jason blinks and shakes his head, snapping out of his stupor.

He can't exactly say, 'Constantine asked Batman for a favor because he knows the man is rich as fuck, so now Jason has to either buy or steal an ancient dagger for some bullshit magic ritual because he was the only one free tonight and John really needs that dagger and that ritual and Bruce owes him a favor, unfortunately'. Jazz doesn't know he is a vigilante/crime lord in redemption. She might suspect he is - that girl is perceptive on par with mind readers - but Jason never straightforwardly told her, and she never brought it up herself.

So, instead, he goes, "Sightseeing."

Jazz raises one eyebrow and pointedly looks around the dimly lit room full of magic users, rich collectors, socialites, and other shady individuals. Jason keeps smiling. Eventually, the redhead sighs and looks away, taking a step forward and guiding him through the auction at a leisurely pace.

"Looking for anything in particular?" She tries again, and Jason debates if he should answer her. On one hand, his head is buzzing with thousands of questions, starting with 'how did you even make it here when your shift at Arkham ended two hours ago' and finishing with 'to which group of shady individuals do you belong'. On the other hand, she clearly does belong here if her confident posture and outfit are taken into account.

And she is his girlfriend. Has been one for two years now. Maybe it's time to share some secrets.

"An obsidian knife with an owl on the handle," he finally says, and Jazz hums.

"A Tecpatl?" She clarifies, and Jason doesn't even feel that surprised by her sudden knowledge of Aztec culture. He nods. Jazz gives him a thoughtful glance, "And how important is it for you to have it?"

"To the point where I'm prepared to steal it if I have to," he laughs, but judging by the look on Jazz's face, she gets that he is only half-joking. She narrows her eyes at him:

"Is it for you, or for your, um, friends on the orbit?" She asks, briefly glancing up to the ceiling, and Jason feels very confused for a second there.

But then it hits him: she is talking about the Watchtower. She is implying the League.

Jason doesn't hold back a quiet curse, "Damn it, I should have hidden the guns better, shouldn't I?"

Jazz laughs softly, but it's a warm, affectionate laugh, "Well, yes, but you also shouldn't leave bloody bandages in the bathroom. And your helmet on the kitchen counter," she tells him, amusement lacing her voice, and Jason rubs his face with his free hand.

"Fuck," he mutters. And then, "Sorry."

Jazz waves her hand it the air, brushing his apology off, "Don't worry. I'm not in a place to blame you for having secrets, am I?" She muses, and, okay, fair. But before Jason can try to make her elaborate on the topic, she returns to her previous question, "So is it for a friend?"

The knife, right. Jason makes an annoyed face, scrunching his nose.

"Yeah. Bruce owes someone a favor, but he couldn't make it. Other stuff came up," he huffs. 'Other stuff' in question includes some off-world mission, so he really couldn't make it, but that doesn't make Jason any less mad about it.

"Let me guess, that 'someone' smells of cigarettes and liquor, has a British accent, and wears a trench coat," Jazz deadpans, and Jason stares at her with wide eyes.

"How- Are you sure you're not secretly a mind reader?" He asks. He knows for sure that Jazz doesn't have a meta-gene, but maybe she is a magic user? That would explain why and how she is even at the auction. Yet, the redhead laughs.

"No, sorry. Just met him a few times," she winces like she can smell the phantom smell of tobacco even when the mage is not here, "Can't say I like him, but asking someone to fetch him a Tecpatl seems like his style."

That only makes Jason even more inclined to believe his girlfriend is actually a magic user. But he doesn't get to ask because Jazz suddenly looks him in the face.

"Consider yourself in luck, by the way," she grins, "You won't have to steal it."

[part 2 ->]

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #anger management #jason todd #jasmine fenton #cork prompts #ficlet #ghost princess jazz #it was starting to get too long so im splitting it in two chapters #maybe three #ill see how it goes

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shaybae1114 · 10 months ago

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Wolf hybrid x bunny hybrid reader.

You couldn't possibly be anymore nervous. You were meeting with the sigma of the all alpha pack. They needed a female for their heat, and you needed multiple males to help you through yours. Bunny heats could lead to death if not treated properly, and you were a shunned rabbit. No burrow would take you. Darius looked you up and down his claws digging into his chair he couldn't believe such a cute tiny bunny was in his office wishing to agree to the stupid ad his 2nd had recommended they put out. His pack was getting to riled needing a pussy to keep them in line but never did he expect a bunny rabbit. You smelt like sunshine and freshly grown flowers he couldn't help but wonder if all rabbits smelt like that.

"They accused me of a crime I didn't commit. I swear even though I'm a shunned. i'll bring no harm to you or your pack. I just dont wish to die in agony from something that can be helped. And if I do end up pregnant, I request to be welcomed to stay in pack territory. I will not leave any of my children." You stated the conversation had been going smoothly, but the sigma had started to look furious. You couldn't help but start to panic more. Did he believe the rumors did he just call you here to see the only shunned bunny in history like many others had before.

"Many of the males in my pack were shunned for the wrong reasons. I don't care about such a worthless thing. I just need a willing female to aid us and many have not been interested in helping my whole pack. They don't want there young to be born from tainted." Darius growled. He knew he shouldn't feel insulted at the females accusations but it still stung after all he would never rip a child from there mother or judge somebody for being shunned.

"I didn't mean to offend you. I just want to make sure there is no miss understanding." You whispered softly. The heat suppressant was starting to wear off , you where gonna cry over upsetting the wolf. This meeting needed to wrap up or you'd be in heat with a pack who didn't want you. Never again you'd sworn standing quickly. "Thank you for having me but since your clearly not interested I'm going to leave now."

"When did I say I wasn't interested?" Darius asked tilting his head inhaling your sweet scent. The scent of your arousal making his instincts go off. If anything he wanted to make sure you got under him and stayed there. He stood towering over you. He grabbed a strand of your hair twirling it into his fingers. He pulled you close your lips almost touching. "You will stay in my room for right now while I prep my pack then I'll have my way with you before they get there turn. I can't wait to have you falling apart for me little bunny nothing more than a brainless slut begging for more from me.... from my pack." He growled his eyes glowing golden with how his instincts where leading is emotions. As the soft needy whimper left your lips he stole the sound closing the distance.

Darius's kiss was all primal he made it clear he was in charge. He growled as he picked you up grinding his hard cock against your heat. The feeling of his jeans rubbing against your clit had you whining into the kiss for more. And Darius was going to give it to you.

He broke the kiss slowly placing you back on the ground making sure to keep your pressed close down as he did.

"Wh.. why did you stop." You stuttered blushing heavily wanting to reconnect with him.

"My office is not the place to start this. My pack has a room they made just for the female we brought in." He stated as he dragged you from the office. "My males will want you there ready and if I start with you now I won't stop." He groaned as he scented your arousal once again his sweet rabbit was so needy so wet already. As you entered the room that was located not to far from his office thank the gods for that. You where awe struck the room was beautiful truly looked like the room of your dreams.

"It's incredible I know you designed it for any female but it almost feels like it was made for me." You shook your head at the silly thought. Darius stepped forward placing his finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

"We all argued on this room for months before it was completed. So perhaps it was." Darius eyes where soft glad you liked the room. You grabbed his collar and pulled him down wanting to show the sigma how much you really appreciated the room. He chuckled kissing you softly. "Take of your clothes and lay down ass up on the bed." He stated nipping at your lips before stepping back. Sitting in a chair you hadn't noticed immediately but once you did, You realized it took in view of the whole bed you licked your lips perhaps Darius liked to watch. You had stopped in your tracks do to the fantasies that where running thru your mind. Darius watching while giving orders to his men while they handled you. "Bunny I believe I told you to do something." At Darius's tone you snapped out of your thoughts making eye contact he was the image of someone in control.

"Yes sir." You whispered out with a blush going to quickly strip. Darius tcked. Standing back up grabbing your hands.

"Stay calm bunny there is no rush. Give me a show baby girl." Darius whispered leaning into to drag kisses along your neck. "Mmm your heart is racing little bunny is it fear or desire?"

"Desire I've never wanted somebody as much as I want you." You gasped out as he gave a rough nip to your collarbone. He couldn't help but grin against your neck at that he felt the same he'd make sure you got pregnant he wouldn't let you leave him now.

"I'm gonna sit back down bunny and once I'm seated your gonna give me a show then lay on the bed with your pretty ass up, So I can see your cute little tail." Darius ordered releasing you to return to the chair. You watched silently as he got comfortable. Once he was fully seated you slowly reached down pulling your shirt off slowly. Your tail wagging in excitment. Darius's dominating mannerism had your panties soaked. Darius growled

As you finally revealed yourself his eyes traveled along your body taking you in. He jerked his head towards the bed encouraging you to do the next order. Finding the courage you turned to the predator giving him your back. Your heart rate once again picking up while your pussy only got wetter wondering what it'd be like to have him hunt you and use you for himself. Slowly crawling onto the bed wiggling your butt and little tail at the wolf. You where getting more and more wet by the second especially knowing the wolves eyes hadn't left you.

"Oh the bunny want to play does she." He snarled as you wiggled your tail and looked at him with half lidded eye lunging from the chair, he quickly closed the distance. You let out a startled yelp going to scurry up the bed to avoid the wolf. Your fight or flight extinct kicking in at Darius's sudden fierceness. He grabbed your hip with one hand while the other grabbed your long ears pulling your head back. Effectively pinning you to the mattress with his body. You where at his mercy. "Oh bunny you know better then to run from a big bad wolf don't you? That's how you get devoured and I'm gonna have my fill sweetheart." He groaned grinding his cock against your ass. You let out a soft whimper burying your face into the bedding as he released your ears. "Fuck bunny..." He groaned. "I can smell how needy your poor little cunt is. I need a taste. Don't fucking move." He growled as he slowly stood up. You where frozen the only thing you could acknowledge was the sound of your own heart beat. A soft gasp left your lips as you heard the sounds of his belt being undone and his pants hitting the floor.

"P....please Darius I need you." You stammered out you where to excited and things where going to slow.

"Oh no sweetheart this pretty cunt is about to belong to me ill take as much time as I please." He reached out spreading your fold licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt. He smirked taking a picture and sending it to the group messenger his pack had. I found our girl I'm gonna stuff her full first. Next one here gets her. Tossing his phone onto the floor knowing his pack would diffently rush to arrive he wanted to get his fill as promised. Darius bent down grabbing your ankles he pulled you down closer to him chuckling as you squeaked and quickly repositioning you on the edge of the bed your cunt and ass completely open to him. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers starting to rub along your clit. Darius wasn't joking about having his fill. He listened to every whimper and moan as he continued to move his fingers on your clit. He groaned in delight as he finally slide his index finger into your sopping cunt.

"Your pretty little pussy is sobbing in need she want a big thick knot to stuff her full." He stated looking into your eyes enjoying the way the rolled back when he made contact with your sweet spot. "A there's your g spot baby I bet you haven't found it with your pretty tiny fingers." He added a second finger smirking as your back arched off the sheets. The pressure building in your stomach telling you how close you where to cumming but suddenly Darius stopped pulling his fingers out of your puffy needy cunt.

"W...why did you stop." You whined soft tears falling down your cheeks. Darius groaned at the sight.

"Wanted to hear you beg for it hunny." He chuckled at the distress look that filled your features. He lifted up your left leg nibbling gently at your ankle. "You'll beg your Alpha to let you cum won't you sweet bunny?"

"Please Alpha please let's me cum." His smirk widened as he lunged for your cunt. Keeping your thigh pinned on his shoulder. You let out a startled cry as his thick tongue slide directly into your cunt. Darius growled against your clit as the taste of your cunt filled his every sense. Using his thum. to rub steady patterns on your clit he began to fuck you with his tongue using his hand to grab your hip pulling you closer to his mouth. Darius pulled back with a groan his face moist with your wetness. He smirked at you biting your ass cheek drawing out a soft moan from your lips. "fucking..bite....delicious....bite...gonna make sure you have our pups gonna keep your sweet pussy forever."

The finger that had been playing with your clit slid back he held eye contact with you as he pushed the finger inside. "Your poor cunt she's so needy only put my thumb in and she trying so hard to take me deeper to have more." He growled as he pulled his thumb out replacing it with three more. He and his brothers where all large and you where just a poor tiny bunny compared to them. Letting out a startled cry you clawed at the sheets underneath you. Back arching while grinding your hips onto the hand that was currently bring you close to the best orgasm you've ever has. Darius's eyes flashed at the sight of you cumming undone around his fingers. He quickly.pulled out his fingers flipping you back onto your stomach. Quickly sliding them back inside before you could let out any protest.

"Please Dare I... I'm gonna cum again." You gasped out making him gladly pick up the pace. Moaning loudly when suddenly his hand came down slapping your clit. You let out a sound that you'd never heard yourself make before eyes slamming shut and head thrown back as the pain made you squirt on his fingers.

"Fuck baby girl trying to milk my fingers dry. Let's give you something big and hard that you can get all those needy spots for you sweetheart." Darius shifted and dragged the head of his cock along your sensitive clit enjoying the soft whimpers and needy cries that kept escaping your lips.

"Please Dare fuck me I want you to fill me up. Wanna take your knot like a good girl." You gasped out reaching for him.

"Fuck baby girl gonna fuck you hard and deep." Darius snarled as he leaned over you slowly pushing his cock into your dripping heat. He moaned kissing you his tongue demanding entrance to distract you from the burning pain of stretching on his cock. As you returned the kiss he grabbed your hips pushing into you till his knot didn't allow him to go any further. You whinned at the feeling you where already so full and could feel his knot pressed against your lips, rubbing on your clit as Darius lazily rolled his hips.

"Sooo big.... I don't think I'll be able to take your knot." You cried soft tears sliding down your cheeks. You'd never been so full before or so sensitive. Darius looked down at you his eyes soft.

"You will sweetheart I'm gonna start moving okay and while I do why don't you play with your pretty pussy for me." You nodded at his wishes biting your lip as you dragged you hand to your clit. Before giving your clit some attention as your fingers gave your clit a light pinch. Darius pulled out and as you pulled on the sensitive bud he slammed back in. You cried out clenching tightly around his girth at the sensation it was to much you dropped your hands away from your cunt gripping tightly on to the sheet beneath you as Darius began to pound into you. You'd swear he was trying to hit your cervix and with how deep he was you where sure he would in no time.

Darius had lost it and the poor little rabbit under him had no clue. The sight of her hair spread out along her back, her pretty eyes glistening with unshed tears he couldn't wait to draw out, and then when she pulled on her pretty nipples biting her lip as he slammed himself deep inside of her fuck. He couldn't think anymore he wanted one thing and one thing only and that was to fill his mate with his seed. He listened to your sweet cries as he continued to pound himself deep inside of you pushing against all your sweet spot adjusting to what made you tighten up or what didn't. And as you came on his cock he roared dropping himself down placing his face into your neck picking and nibbling at the spot he was gonna mark. He thrust deep his cock piercing your cervix while his knot slid into you with a soft pop. He couldn't stop himself from sinking his teeth into your throat. You saw stars as you came around his knot his cum warm and thick as it began to fill you.

"Fuck. That was hot." You startled out of your haze at the sound of a new voice. Looking by the chair you saw 3 more alpha males standing taking in the erotica scene infront of them.

(Part 2 as soon as I can I'm a perfectionist and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to post this 🫢)

#monster fucker #monster smut #hybrid #monster x reader smut #beginner writer #prey k!nk

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sswed · 1 month ago

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everybody knows im a good girl, officer

alexia putellas x policeofficer!reader

A/N: pure unadulterated smut and a g!p reader, thus minors DNI, thanks

a part two to this work: is it a crime?

wc 3k

Your work is far too important to leave for an extended period of time, be it a week or few days. You never take holidays unless it's important... or required.

Yet, Alexia has convinced you to use your precious time off to visit her during her own week-long break in the meticulous training that she does everyday. So, you fly into Barcelona with a backpack full of only clothes to stay there for two whole days. Two days that Alexia promises will be very fun and relaxing.

The first day is slightly boring. You've never been in Barcelona since you insist that Alexia flies to you since you've started dating which means that she takes this rare occasion to drag you around Barcelona.

You see the massive church that Alexia points out, you've seen it in pictures that Lucy sent you when she first got here but it looks more grand in real life than in the pictures. You see a few more things whilst you get dragged along on a full tour with your favourite tour guide, such as the Camp Nou that you see from the outside only because of renovations.

Although you can't go inside the Camp Nou, you do go into the shop which means that Alexia gets slightly bombarded with a few stray fans while you get to browse around. They've got all three of the kits that you've seen Alexia wear on TV and you pick one up to take a closer look.

Then you feel a hand on your shoulder and flitch back automatically, you whip around to see Alexia smiling slyly.

"Are you buying a shirt?" Alexia says smugly and you suddenly re-think ever picking it up.

"No," You put the red and blue shirt back on the rack and try to walk away but Alexia catches your shoulder.

"Wait, that was a joke," Alexia turns you around and loops her arms around your shoulders while you scoff a little.

"Mm and I'm being serious about not buying it," You smile at her small frown.

It's clearly for show, you've dated Alexia long enough to know that she likes to wind you up with trivial things like this, especially now that you've been together longer.

"Plus, I like the shirt I have at home," You kiss her cheek with a smirk and Alexia scoffs.

"That's Lucy's not yours," Alexia complains and you laugh.

"She's practically given it to me so, technically, it's mine." You point out whilst walking away to the exit.

Alexia walks after you and you slow down to let her catch up so you can exit the store together.

"What if I give you mine?" Alexia asks, hopefully.

You chuckle, "I don't think yours will fit me,"

Alexia sighs exasperatedly, "Lucy's doesn't either!"

You laugh and turn to her, then lower your head so you can press a kiss to her lips. It's nice and soft, a reminder for Alexia that you care about her more than she thinks you do.

"Well, maybe I'll get one with my own name on the back then," You joke and Alexia looks at you pointedly.

You shrug with a chuckle and take her hand again.

"Where to next, my very hot tour guide?"

Alexia grins and kisses your cheek before tugging you off to the next destination.

The next day you spend at home, more accurately, Alexia's apartment handcuffed to a chair in her Barcelona t-shirt and your boxers, that already have a clear wet patch in the front from where your precum is leaking.

"Ale," You whine as Alexia stands in front of you in just her underwear.

She's already wet, you can tell by the way she looks at you but, somehow, she insists on torturing you both. She's just standing there by the sofa looking extremely attractive with her washboard abs and muscular thighs that you can't touch.

"Yes, baby?" Alexia purrs before approaching you and putting her hands on your shoulders but otherwise not touching you.

You're already hard from just kissing Alexia earlier and her dragging this out is only making it hurt more. You really want her to touch you, either palm your cock through the boxers or use her mouth because that always feels like heaven on earth but she's not doing anything.

"Let me touch you, please," You groan.

Alexia looks so sexy it makes you feel slightly fuzzy. She's got your favourite underwear of hers on, you have no clue whether that is a conscience or purposeful but it makes your head spin and blood pump faster.

Alexia smirks and runs her hands down your chest, over the mesh material of the shirt and down to your stomach where your core flexes under her scalding touch. Her nails feel so good on your abs as they grate backwards and forwards but it also drives you up the wall, it makes you harder than before and you so desperately want to thrust your hips into the air.

"I don't know, baby," Alexia pretends to think for a moment as she lays her hand flat on your stomach.

You moan at the heavy touch, every ounce of pressure going straight to your cock and at this point, you might as well come in your underwear. Alexia's got you crazy like you're high off seven things at once without even knowing it.

"Fuck Ale," You sigh when Alexia runs a single nail up the middle of your stomach.

Every touch feels like it might be the last, Alexia is playing some kind of game... or she's trying to test your patience and endurance at once, one of which you lack when it comes to sex with her.

She leans forward and you think she's going to kiss you finally but instead, she changes direction just as you're about to close your eyes and her lips reach the shell of your ear instead.

"You look so good in that shirt, I should ask the president to sign you," Alexia murmurs into your ear in a sultry voice that has your hips thrusting into the air at nothing in particular.

Your breathing speeds up until you're gasping like you've ran a marathon and Alexia is smirking at you as if it's the best thing she's ever seen in her life.

"Unhandcuff me, Ale," You groan and Alexia giggles.

"Have you ever been handcuffed, officer?" Alexia backs away to place her hands on your shoulders, squeezing slightly.

You resist the urge to moan at the petting, every touch feels like a step to combustion. You shake your head a few times, unable to speak the words and thankfully, Alexia doesn't push it.

"There is always time for firsts," Alexia smirks.

You want to yell and break the chair because you don't think you're going to survive not touching Alexia or at least not being able to touch yourself.

Alexia looks you over, you look like a mess.

Your face is flushed along with your neck and she's thoroughly surprised that she's managed to get such a visceral reaction from you. The shirt you're wearing is hers, match worn and all and she's been wet from the moment you put it on. It's a little tight around the arms and shoulders but she's not one to complain.

You're completely hard in your grey boxers and it's been extremely difficult not to drop to her knees at the sight, she's thought about it every time she touches herself and now that the opportunity is right in front of her, it's been very hard to stay cool.

Eventually, after a lot of teasing that has you high as a kite on pure want, Alexia hooks her leg over your lap and places herself directly on top of you cock. The sensation is beyond measure after an hour of constant teasing, even through two pairs of underwear, Alexia feels incredible.

"Fuck, Ale, shit," You ramble as Alexia rolls her hips, grinding down on your clothed cock.

The pressure is just what you want but it's not enough, you want Alexia to let you out of these cuffs so you can fuck her properly but she's not budging.

"Ale, please, let me fuck you like you want me too," You whine and Alexia's hips stutter for a moment at the claim.

There is probably nothing else she wants than to be held down and thoroughly fucked by her hot police officer, maybe nothing other than this.

"Shh..." Alexia shushes against your lips before pressing a kiss to them.

It starts gentle and then turns into a battle of bites and bruises. Alexia's tongue traces each of your canines, studying them like an anatomy lesson before she backs away to bite down on your lip.

You hiss in pain as she licks up the little pool of blood. It's got a metallic taste to it but she doesn't care, she wants to see you just as ruined as you get to see her normally.

She pulls away soon after and you let your head lull to the side for a moment. Alexia has you going into overdrive, every sense heightened a ten-fold meaning that each press of her hips feels like the end and each slip of the tonged like a resurrection.

"I thought you were a good girl for me?" You manage to whisper out, you're so overwhelmed, so needy that you can't speak.

"You know I am, officer," Alexia murmurs against your shoulder before sliding off your lap which makes you jolt at the brief contact and then the loss of it.

"Ale," You start to whine before Alexia cuts you off by taking her underwear off.

You stare at her legs which are covered with her wetness and then at her pussy that practically flows like a river. If Alexia allowed you, then you would spend all day eating her out.

She then shrugs off her bra and your eyes roll into the back of your head at the sight of her boobs. The reminder that you still cannot touch her remains at the forefront of your mind at the weight of the handcuffs dig into your wrists.

She then drops to her knees in front of you and you take a sharp breath in. Alexia on her knees is one of your favourite sights, she's wonderfully beautiful, borderline angelically perfect.

So much so, that the sight of her down on her knees has your head spinning.

She puts a hand over your cock which is still trapped in your boxers and palms up and down a few times.

"Alexia!" You yelp at the firm contact of her hand while she smirks.

It feels like heaven and hell at the same time and you aren't sure where exactly Alexia has come from.

"You want me that bad?" Alexia looks up at you through her lashes and you moan when she makes eye contact.

"Always, Alexia, fuck... Everyday, I think about you," You cry out and Alexia grins.

"I'm very flattered, officer," Alexia chuckles before hooking her hands into the waistband of your boxers, touching the sensitive skin of your torso.

She then pulls them down in one quick motion and then your cock is free to flatten against your jersey-clad stomach. You watch as Alexia throws the boxers to join her pile of underwear and then licks her lips devilishly.

You groan loudly at the action and then cry out when she finally licks a long stripe from the base to the tip of your cock. Her tongue feels like lava in the best way possible and you are burning to get more.

"Ale, shit, you're so good," You praise blindly when Alexia swirls her tongue around the tip.

It feels ethereal, the pure pleasure liquidises itself in your veins and flows straight to your brain, there is nothing else in this moment, just Alexia. You thrash against handcuffs against when she takes you into her mouth fully, you want to card your hand through her hair like you normally do but instead you're forced to stay put.

"You're doing so well, babe, so good for me," You moan wildly.

Alexia has you thinking of only her.

You're close, you can feel it and you chalk it up to the hours of teasing that Alexia has subjected you to but you don't want this to end too soon.

You want to feel her around you more than you want her on her knees.

"Ale, I'm going to come if you keep going," You sigh out in a half groan, half pled.

Alexia looks up at you and then pops off with a smile. In that moment, you figure out that Alexia is not the angel you've seen so far but a devil dressed in disguise.

"That soon?" Alexia teases without any bite and you don't fall for it.

Instead, you focus on the way that she pops off you, the spit connecting her mouth to your cock before she wipes her mouth roughly with the back of her hand. She stands and mounts your thighs, the front of her pussy pressing against your cock in the most delicious way possible. In that moment, you think you might faint from how hot Alexia has you burning.

"Alexia, please, take these off," You tug against the handcuffs again whilst half begging Alexia to get rid of them.

She smiles and leans forward, her bare chest coming to rest against yours as she kisses you slowly. The kiss is deep like Alexia is trying to suck the soul out of you whilst doing so and you savour each pass of her tongue against yours.

Alexia pulls back and rests her forehead against yours, you close your eyes and breathe out deeply. It's moments like these that make the trip worth it.

"I love you," Alexia mumbles, it's barely audible with your heavy breathing but you catch each syllable like a prayer.

"And I love you, Alexia," You whisper back before Alexia takes her forehead away and smirks.

"So, you'll keep the handcuffs on then?" Alexia chuckles as you groan.

She doesn't let you respond because she quickly grips the base of your cock to line it up to her pussy before sinking down. The second you feel the inside of Alexia, you let out a sickening groan, you'd been waiting all this time and now you feel as though you've ascended beyond this moment.

Your head lulls to the side for the second time today and you ball your fists when you bottom out and Alexia breaths out a breathy moan. Every touch feels unreal, like you've run back to back marathons without a break.

Alexia rolls her hips and your mouth drops open, you gasp for air but the gulps don't satiate your hunger. Instead, you let your tongue stick out like a dog as Alexia rides you relentlessly.

She's got her hands gripping your shoulders for stability and you don't know if it helps ground you or just sends you deeper into orbit. She's lifting and dropping her hips without mercy and her own moans bounce off the walls of the living room.

You don't know how long you'll last like this, with Alexia taking you at your mercy. She's rolling and lifting her hips like a machine, enjoying herself as much as you are, you know it. You can tell by the way that she's groaning loudly each time you bottom out.

You try to lean forwards to capture her lips but the handcuffs stop you. You're immobilized, only able to lean forwards the slightest bit and Alexia is just out of your reach.

"Kiss me, baby," You plea and tug at the handcuffs again.

It's like hell and heaven. Alexia feels amazing, perfectly moulded to you and every touch is like a blessing but all you want to do so come, the blister heat boiling inside you slowly taking over with each passing of hers.

Alexia smiles at you and leans forward, letting you capture her lips. You kiss her hard, taking everything you can, allowing you teeth to graze her lips without care. In turn, she groans into your mouth and rolls her hips which elicits a moan of your own.

Alexia then lifts the jersey up so she can palm a hand down your flexed abs and that's when you know you won't hold on much longer. She's touching you everywhere and the pressure feels like a burn in the best way possible.

"Ale, I'm going to come," You moan into her mouth desperately and she only speeds her movement.

"Fuck, me too, baby," Alexia groans as she pulls away from the kiss, a string of long saliva connects the two of you for a moment.

It despairs when your mouth slacks open into a silent moan and you thrash against in the wooden chair. You come hard, maybe the hardest you've ever come and Alexia tightens around you as she reaches her own climax.

The tightness makes it impossible to relax and you tense with the added pressure, your hands grip the parts of the chair you can reach and you think you might have popped a vein.

Alexia slumps against your shoulder when she rides out the high of her orgasm and you let your own head come to rest on top of hers. You breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath and she does the same.

"This might be my favourite holiday ever," You mumble, mostly to yourself but it reaches Alexia's ears non the less.

You can feel her grin against your shoulder, clearly very happy with herself.

"I told you so," Alexia says smugly but there is evident tiredness in her voice that takes over midway.

"Okay, you know best, we've established it, now can I be let out of these?" You nod to the handcuffs and Alexia lifts her head to look at you.

For a minute, you think you might get lost in her honey eyes and you wouldn't mind that.

"I don't know, let me think about it?" Alexia chuckles when you sigh.

The handcuffs get taken off soon after and you carry Alexia into the bathroom because her legs resemble jelly but you don't mind. You'd carry her to the end of the world if you had to.

Whilst in the shower, you take the opportunity to ponder. Maybe taking holidays is a good idea?

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