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The One Thing You Can't Have

Pairing: Spencer Reid × Female Reader (DBF! Spencer × Hotchner! Reader)

Summary: After five years away, you move back to your hometown. Reconnecting with many of your father's friends and coworkers, you start to get suspicious when you lose multiple pairs of panties. Or; Spencer risks it all by stealing Hotch's adult daughter's underwear. And maybe her heart, too.

Warnings: Day 15 of Kinktober - panties, mentions canon character death, age difference (ten years), panties, underwear kink, underwear stealing, masturbation, sexual fantasies discussed, PinV Sex, clitoral stimulation, partial creampie, mentions of emergency contraception

A/N: It is done! I shit you not the writing time on this is longer than most of the fics I've ever written, it took me so long that I don't have any other fics prewritten for Kinktober now and have to spend the day hastily writing them... But it was worth it. As always, you can find all my work in my masterlist and all my kinktober fics here. My requests are open until the end of the month, so if there's a specific fic you want, don't hesitate to let me know!

With your family the way it was, you'd dealt with a lot over the years. Aaron Hotchner loved his wife and kids, but that hadn't been enough to protect you from George Foyet. When your mom and kid brother had gone into protective custody, you'd been away at college, and apart from a protective detail, they'd not seen fit to move you anywhere special at all. Foyet was so caught up on your mom that he'd forgotten you existed.

When you got the call from your dad that Foyet was resurfacing, you'd known in your gut that you had to go back. You'd ditched your handlers and driven through the night but when you arrived at the house you'd grown up in, all you could see was police lights and caution tape.

You'd run as fast as you could into the house, but a pair of strong arms grabbed you and lifted you away as you screamed and sobbed. Derek Morgan held you firm as he tried to calm you, but you barely registered his words.

"My mom is in there, my dad too, and Jack, let me fucking go, Derek." You'd only stopped raging when they'd bought out the first body bag. And then the second.

The anguish that filled your lungs stole your breath and you didn't know it was you screaming until your throat was red and completely sore. Another set of hands led you away and into an ambulance, skillfully anticipating your needs.

"Y/N, look at me. Look at my eyes, we're going to breathe together, okay?" Staring up into his dark eyes you suddenly remembered that you needed the air to breathe, his calm voice bringing you back to life.

He was wearing an FBI vest but you'd never seen him before. Not a surprise since you'd avoided everything to do with your father's job for the last five years. You only really knew Derek from when he'd been sent to deliver the news to you about Foyet's initial targeting of you.

The Man in front of you was young, but still older than you. He was tall, but he'd shrunk himself down into the space, leaning over you so that he was the only thing you could see. He looked tired, but he was the only thing for miles around keeping you grounded and you clung to him in desperation.

"My Name is Doctor Spencer Reid, I work with your dad. You're Y/N, right?" His voice was soft and even, like he was taming a temperamental animal. Even though you knew what he was doing, trying to calm you so he could deliver a devastating blow, you let him do it, drinking in each word as total calm swept over you. You nodded at him and waited for him to continue.

"Your brother is fine, he's at your aunt's house, he didn't touch him. Your dad is in the hospital and they think he's going to pull through, but he was stabbed a few times so he's going to be weak for a while." You searched his eyes for the words he wasn't saying as panic rose in your body.

"My mom, where is my mom? Haley Hotchner, she's… She should have been with Jack, where is she?" The look in his eyes was enough to tell you what in your heart you already knew. Your mom was in that bag and your family was broken, again.

You don't know what happened next, but you knew you were bundled up in Spencer Reid's arms and clinging to him for dear life. You knew he'd somehow got you to your aunt's house, and you knew he'd stayed until you were ready to let him go. Even years later you don't know how long he'd held you. Maybe only minutes, maybe hours. He had let you sit and grieve, finding small comfort in the contours of his body.

After that, college wasn't a priority for you. Your brother was only a baby, and he needed you around, so even the three-hour drive upstate seemed too far to be away from him. You stuck around, taking your courses as remotely as they'd let you for the semester and struggling for it.

Your dad felt guilty, of course. For your mom, for the derailing of your life, and for the way he had to keep leaving because that was the job. In all honesty, you didn't mind being home more at that time.

There was Jack, who was great, and your Aunt was so much like your mom that sometimes it was like she was still with you, even a little bit. And there was Spencer, too.

After it had become evident that you were going to fail the only required course you were taking that semester (algebra was your enemy), your dad had sought out the only person he knew with a good grasp of mathematics and no weekend plans and roped them into tutoring you. Which meant that your weekends were suddenly fully booked by him.

He seemed a little different from the first time you’d met him, but that was a given considering the circumstances. He held himself a little taller, and more relaxed as he talked about the kinds of equations you were supposed to use and formulas you were supposed to memorize. He was attentive but not too close, and he’d shown up with shorter hair and now that you could see more of his face, more of his neck, you found yourself getting distracted by the oddest things. The stubborn but small stubble on his neck, the way sweat trailed down his face, the movement of his Adam’s Apple as he swallowed, the way the breeze from your open window tousled his hair.

It took you a distractingly long time to realize that you were physically attracted to him, but when you did realize, it was suddenly all you could think about. You spent most of your days working on math so you’d have some excuse to call or text him. The mornings before your lessons together you’d taken to hogging the bathroom long enough to shave, wash and dry your hair and apply a natural but still skilled amount of make-up. You were surprised that neither of the big bad profilers had caught onto the stench of your puppy love, because you were dripping with desperation.

He never budged of course, too oblivious or too noble to lay a hand on an eighteen-year-old. Or just smart enough to know not to lay a hand on his boss's daughter.

You certainly weren’t making it easy for him though.

“Spencer, what do you think of my outfit today? I’m going out with some friends from high school tonight for a meal, do I look okay?” You’d twirled for him innocently, knowing full well the speed of your spin would throw your already short skirt up past your panties for a split second.

“I don’t think I’m the best person to ask about clothes, Y/N. Maybe ask your dad.” His flush was evident enough that you knew it had worked but his hands were rigid by his sides and he carefully guided you back to the topic at hand.

It turned out that after a semester of tutoring, you’d become such a whizz at mathematics that you’d passed with flying colors. You’d been so excited to tell Spencer that you drove straight to Quantico, using the family pass your father had given you for emergencies to gain access. Spencer didn’t know what hit him when you launched yourself into his arms and wrapped your legs around him, but he’d somehow stayed upright as you buried your face once again in his neck.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, Spencer! I got an A, the Professor was so shocked by my improvement that he asked me if I’d cheated. When I dropped your name, he freaked.” Spencer’s eyes were wide and blinking frantically as his hands struggled to find a place to hold you. You’d worn another scandalously low skirt and it seemed the only way to pry you off of him was to put a hand on or dangerously close to your ass.

You enjoyed watching his internal struggle, and so did quite the number of FBI agents, until your father spoiled the fun by walking out of his office to check the commotion.

“Y/N Hotchner, get down from there, now.” Your father rarely raised his voice at you, choosing a softer approach to parenting than many would expect. That meant that on the rare occasion that he did feel the need to speak up, you shut your mouth and listened. Detangling yourself from Spencer’s arms with an awkward smile, you tried your best to nonchalantly bounce over to your father and explain why you were there.

He motioned for you to follow him to his office, and you complied, letting one ear stay clear to focus on the sound of Reid being teased by all of his coworkers about the scene you’d just caused.

Your dad didn’t exactly scold you for the incident, so much as he tried to insinuate that you should head back home, and then head back to college, too. With months between you and the Foyet incident, he’d been hinting at letting you get back to your life for a while, but your stunt with Reid had him suddenly addressing it more overtly.

To say that your family dinner that night was a pain in the ass was an understatement.

“Y/N, Daddy said you went to his work today!” Jack had started the conversation, and you knew the tactical warfare was beginning.

“That’s right, buddy! I had to thank Spencer for helping me with my schoolwork.” You smiled at your brother before turning a suspicious glance toward your dad, who sat peacefully eating his dinner. The fact that you were even all eating together should’ve alerted you to something going on behind the scenes.

“Uncle Spencer is the best!” It wasn’t Jack’s fault he’d just given your father the best ammunition he could’ve asked for.

“Do you agree, Y/N? Do you think your Uncle Spencer is the best?” He was using his calm interrogation voice and you hated it.

“Dad, please, he’s not that much older than me, it’s weird for me to call him Uncle.”

“He’s ten years your senior, Y/N. You know that right?” You didn’t move as your eyes locked together with his, as he seemingly asked a more serious question in the subtext. You weren’t ready to answer it though, and so you buckled under the pressure, looking away first and eating the rest of your meal in silence.

Without saying much of a goodbye to any member of your father’s teammates, you decided that it was about time you continued with your life, not letting the actions of George Foyet hold you in a standstill any longer. You went back to college full-time, got your degree, and got a job in a city near your college town. You came back home regularly, but in the five years since your mother's death, you hadn’t talked to or heard from Spencer Reid.

Job opportunities were better in D.C. though, so after growing up and having some time away, you came right back to your childhood home, ready to start over. It was only temporary, of course, and you had a job lined up, but apartments were so hard to come by, especially ones that were actually livable, that you needed to do a lot of searching to find one that felt right.

So your dad’s home it was. With Jack a bit older and constantly away at school or clubs or friend’s houses, and your dad’s schedule the way it was, you’d practically got the house to yourself. And after living alone and with female roommates for half a decade, you’d almost grown too comfortable in your own skin. The summer between your move and the start of your new job was hot and sticky, and you found yourself taking more and more cold showers after your morning workouts.

Normally at 11 a.m., you had the house to yourself, and you’d happily stroll around in a small towel and dry yourself off. If your father or brother were home, you’d cover yourself up a bit more, sure, or just head to your room quicker, obviously.

So emerging from your shower, the last thing you expected was coming face to face with Doctor Spencer Reid sitting on your couch, the one that was directly on your path between the bathroom you’d just emerged from and the room you needed to be in. You cursed your father and his practically-sized apartment as you floundered your way through a greeting of the man you hadn’t seen in five years.

“Spencer, hi. What... What are you doing on my dad’s couch?” You clutched the towel close to your body, trying not to shiver as he trailed his eyes over your body, eyes just as big and wide as the last time you’d seen him.

“We were on our way to a local crime scene, he went to grab something from…” His voice trailed off as he pointed towards the master suite where you could now faintly hear the sound of your dad on the phone to someone.

“Right. Great. I should probably…” You gestured to the room and quickly started making your way toward it, trying not to visibly cringe at the most awkward post-shower interaction you’d ever had.

“What are you doing here?” His voice shot out quickly, and you whipped around so fast, that you almost panicked and dropped the towel completely.

“Oh, I… Did my dad not mention? I got a job at a company nearby, so I moved back. I’m staying here with Dad and Jack until I can find a decent apartment.”

“Oh, wow. Well, it’s nice to have you back. It’s been like five years since you left, right?” His tone was bright and he was nodding his head, but the words set fire to your nerve endings as you remembered that you’d practically run away from him. Even after half a decade, he was having a physical impact on you.

“Yeah, that sounds about right. You have a good memory.”

“You know, I get that a lot.” His grin ignited something in your chest, and you gathered the laundry you’d left on the sofa and quickly excused yourself before you could prove yourself more of a idiot than you could already make a case for.

Spencer watched you go, wondering just when Hotchner was going to emerge from his hiding place to attack him for so openly ogling his half-naked daughter. He stood on the spot staring at your door for a moment too long before dragging his eyes away. Unluckily for him, what he found on the floor had him panicking all over again.

“Y/N, your forgot…” He grabbed the lacy material in his fingers and went to open the door before stopping, realizing that you were probably completely bare behind that door now. The thought sent him into a tailspin, and he once again stood clueless for a beat too long with a pair of your freshly laundered panties in his hands.

He considered dropping them back on the floor, but he didn’t want them to get dirty again after you’d washed them so nicely. He should’ve just left them on the sofa for you to find later, but when Hotch’s voice grew louder and clearer behind him, fear took over and he shoved them into the closest hiding space he could find. His pocket.

“Callahan found something for us at the ME’s office, she’s meeting us at the precinct, let’s go.”

And just like that he was out the door, and he had officially signed his own death warrant.

You never noticed that the first pair went missing. When it became a pattern though, you did become suspicious. Three pairs of underwear in thirty days seemed a bit much, and unless your building's laundry machines were eating them, you had no clue where they could've been.

It's not that Spencer even meant to do it any of the times he did. But when he'd returned home that first day, overwhelmed with the caseload he'd been handed and found the offending item still right there in his coat pocket, the blood had rushed straight to his head.

He'd spent a half hour in agony staring at them, trying to smooth them out so they wouldn't get crumpled, his dick twitching at every slight movement he made. It had been quite a few months since he'd had sex, never really one for casual hook-ups. But if the result of several months of celibacy was stealing underwear then he thought maybe it would be best to have sex sooner rather than later.

He couldn't resist the temptation. Popping the button of his pants, he'd taken his cock in his hand and worked his way up and down his shaft imagining you dropping that towel. He imagined you wearing the panties and nothing else as you replaced his hand with your mouth, desperate to please. Taking the panties in his hand, he began directly masturbating into them, wishing so needily that you were still inside them.

When he shot his load, he soaked them through, and the shame that overcame him was intense and swift.

You never realized that he'd somewhat avoided you after that, doing his best to stay away for fear he'd let his perversions rule his actions. You had somehow made yourself unavoidable though.

The first time he saw you again it was at one of Rossi's family get-togethers. It had been years since you'd seen some of the members of the team, so you were really looking forward to it. Plus, Rossi had boasted of a recently installed pool and jacuzzi within his invitation, and you were excited to check them out with the fine summer weather actually staying fine.

You'd brought your bikini with you and changed in one of the ground-floor bathrooms, wrapping another towel around yourself before you finally made your way to the pool. But once again, wrapped in a towel, you'd come face to face with Spencer Reid.

"Y/N, I didn't know you were coming." He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and this time worked especially hard to not let his gaze travel all over your skin. He regretted his entire existence as he realized he'd have to hide his micro-expressions around countless profilers, some of whom were present and accounted for when you'd last been seen together.

Derek was going to give him hell.

"Yeah, Uncle David invited me! I'm so excited for the jacuzzi, I haven't been in one since college."

"You call Rossi 'Uncle David?'" The thought had tickled him, humor sparkling in his eyes as he finally smiled at you.

"Why yes I do, and if you're not careful, my dad is going to make me start calling you Uncle Spencer again." You skipped off merrily after that, leaving your spare clothes and your discarded ones in the bathroom Reid had obviously been waiting for.

His smile soured as he realized the impact of your words. Uncle Spencer. Huh. Some fucking "Uncle" he was. He washed his hands thoroughly, having spilled some kind of drink down himself before greeting you, as his eyes fell to the pile of clothes you'd left neatly in the corner.

He tried to tell himself he couldn't do it again, but curiosity and arousal lit up his entire body and carried him forward. Jeans, a t-shirt, socks, and shoes were left tidily discarded, but he couldn't obviously see any underwear. There was a second pile of neat clothes and he looked at that one thoroughly as well, but after a minute it was evident that you'd hidden your unmentionables from clear sight.

He heard the happy cheers and smiles from outside, and painstakingly attempted to pull away, but he couldn't. Rooting through your things, he found them. He found two of them, really. The used underwear you'd likely just taken off, and the fresh pair you were going to change into. Spoiled for choice he sat in a stasis, mentally cursing himself for being so stupidly horny.

It would be wrong to take another pair. And certainly wrong of him to take the clean pair which you'd instantly noticed were missing when you tried to put them on to wear them.

The used pair though. He held them delicately in both hands, the slip of material not as fancy as the ones he'd used before, but somehow more enticing.

Letting his cock rule his thoughts he brought them up to his face and inhaled deeply, and it was like a bomb going off in the back of his head. He had to have them.

Organizing the bathroom into the exact layout as he'd found it, making sure not even a hair was out of place. The panties were safely in his pocket, and he took a minute to get his body physically and mentally under control before exiting the bathroom and rejoining his friends.

The next time he'd taken some, they'd really been handed to him like a gift. One month back at home, and you felt slightly stifled by the overbearing presence of your father. You needed a nice, messy night out, and you sure got it.

The friends you'd reconnected with had taken you out to a slew of clubs, and by the end of the night, you were tripping and stumbling into anything and anyone in your path. It was as if you were magnetically drawn to every object in your way, unfortunately, one just happened to be tall and lean and caught you before you could tumble off again.

"Y/N?" He looked down at you, confused as he took in your intoxicated state.

"Uncle Spencie!" You relaunched yourself into his arms, reminiscent of that day in the bullpen. "Uncle Spencie I can't believe you're here!" You giggled into his neck as you buried yourself there, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck as you pulled away to grin at him again.

"Y/N, how drunk are you?"

"How you are drunk, huh? Why don't we ever ask that question?" You sent yourself into a fit of giggles as your friends watched the scene play out behind you.

"Girls, this is Doctor Spencer Reid. My daddy is his boss. Isn't he cute?" Your arms still wrapped territorially around Spencer, you introduced your friends who cackled approvingly at your drunk shenanigans.

"Y/N, you need to let me go, the others…"

"Others? Is daddy here? AARON!! AAAAROOOOOO-" He clamped a hand over your mouth and moved you to the side of the road to hail a taxi as fast as possible. Apologizing to your friends, he quickly stuffed you into the cab and gave the driver your address.

"Uncle Spencer, I just wanted to see my daddy and his other friends. Why are you being so mean?" The exaggerated pout on your face had him dragging a hand down over his face as he struggled to pull a seatbelt over you.

"If your dad had seen you wrapped around me like that, he'd have killed one of us."

"Both of us," you nodded and giggled. Your short dress was riding up your thighs, the leather seats of the car feeling unbearably hot and sticky under your skin. You shifted uncomfortably a few times, your underwear eating into your skin in an uncomfortable manner.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" He sternly whispered the words into your ears as he grabbed your wrists. It was too late though, you'd already worked your underwear down your thighs enough that they'd reached your knees and then fallen around your ankles.

"It felt bad, I didn't like it." You leaned your head back and let your legs hang open slightly, just enough that Spencer could see the taxi driver angling for a look.

He snapped a hand between your legs, closing off the view before snatching up the underwear from the floor and pocketing it. You didn't know nor care though, the motion of the car rocking you off into a deep sleep. He'd ended up having to carry you up to your apartment, getting you ready for bed, and leaving just fast enough for Hotch to not catch him hanging over his unconscious daughter.

And he had a third pair of your underwear.

He spent his days wondering just what the fuck was wrong with him, and his nights jerking off to your scent, wondering just how willing he'd be to climb into bed with you and if he'd have the strength to say no.

He was normal enough in your interactions with one another. You'd seen each other at various case celebrations, at parties hosted by the team members, which that summer were high in total. You couldn't resist the temptation to flirt with him, but it was only when the two of you were well out of earshot of anyone who might frown upon it. You didn't think he even noticed that's what you were doing anyway.

Spencer did notice. And he kept noticing and was disgusted by how much he wanted you. You were Hotch’s daughter. He’d seen pictures of you as a child, he’d held you while you cried over your mom and the stress of having to be a responsible adult after everything happened with Foyet, he’d known how much you hated having to grow up quickly when you had Hotch for a dad, and he felt gross that despite all of that he wanted to fuck you so badly that he’d resorted to petty thievery and letting you flirt with him under your father's nose.

It was towards the end of your summer at home when you finally noticed the missing pieces. You'd even almost mentioned it to your dad before thinking it through a bit more. If it wasn't some laundry mix-up, he was going to go full FBI on every man who came close to you, and that was a risk you weren't willing to take.

In the end, you were thankful you said nothing.

The BAU team had been out on a case for ten days, the largest amount of time they'd been away since you'd moved home, and you'd decided to greet them as soon as they returned, congratulate them on a job well done.

You knew they were already heading to their regular bar after they finished their paperwork, but you had some morale to boost in the meantime, so a donut delivery plus enough coffee to stay awake for hours was in order.

They'd practically thrown themselves off the jet and into the box of donuts, each of them thanking you for the happy greeting after what had to have been a hard time away.

"Y/N, you didn't have to do this, but thank you. The team really appreciates it." Your dad had looked at you with a proud look before showing you up to his office, letting you wait on his couch until everyone was finished.

You got bored quickly and asked if you could help with anything, which is how you became your dad's errand-runner. He sent you to the printer to pick up papers, you'd run to get him more coffee from the pot twice and he sent you to ask the others about their progress. Which was totally fine had they not looked like paperwork-writing zombies on the verge of collapse.

"Y/N, head down to Spencer's desk, he should have a file on the geographical profile I need." He hadn't even glanced up to ask you that, but he did shout a thank you out the door, so you suppose he could be forgiven for now.

Bouncing down the stairs you noticed Spencer was deep in the middle of reading some files, doing that speed reading thing you'd heard him talk about but never witnessed.

"Spencer." He didn't look up, too focused on the words in front of him. "Spencer, my dad needs a file."

"Go-bag. Reading, give me a minute." He still hadn't even glanced at you so you pulled yourself around his desk to search for his go-bag yourself. It was on the floor, and you pulled it towards you, settling down on the floor to open it up and look for the files you needed.

You probably should have had more reservations about rooting through Spencer's things because just as you pulled the zip fully open, it seemed like his eyes shot wide and he threw his head in your direction, finally distracted from his work.

"Wait, don't look in-" He whisper-screamed the words at you frantically, but it was too late. The first thing your hand had closed around in the bag was small and delicate and somewhat rumpled, and your hand had a mind of its own pulling it out into your lap so the two of you could see it.

Your panties. One of your missing pairs of panties was in Spencer Reid's go-bag.

Both of you sat there for a few moments, neither of you moving, the eye contact not breaking one second as you both stared at each other in fear and surprise.

He cleared his throat quietly and whispered down at you, "I can explain…" but he didn't get a chance as you swiftly grabbed the file you'd come for - helpfully pulled into plain view by your rustling about - hid your panties back in your own pocket, zipped his bag up and swiftly ran all the way back to your dad's office.

You sat on the couch for the rest of the afternoon, no longer eager to do chores. Spencer had your underwear. He'd stolen it. He'd taken it across the country with him. He'd…You didn't know what he was doing with it, really, but you knew that every image of him with them had the most dirty, exciting, disgusting thoughts running through your head.

You grabbed your things and quickly headed out after that. Penelope caught you by the elevator as you made to leave.

"No, sweetie, where are you going? I thought you were coming to celebrate with us after this, I was so looking forward to having the fun Hotchner around, not the grumpy, serious one."

"I'm just going home to freshen up. I smell like coffee and Quantico, which when you're not nose blind to it isn't the most optimal scent." You promised her you'd see her there, and with a quick glance back at the office, where Spencer was sat tense, looking like he wanted to either run after you or shout something across the room, you left.

By the time you'd arrived home, there were ten missed calls on your cell, and you didn't have to even speculate about who they might be from because there were texts too.

Spencer: I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, call me when you get this.

Spencer: I know it's weird and I'll understand if you hate me, but please talk to me.

Spencer: Please don't tell your dad.

You'd scoffed at that last one as if you'd ever have been that stupid. But you didn't reply or call him, letting him suffer in silence.

This entire time, you'd been operating on the basis that Spencer Reid didn't see you the way you saw him. That he didn't think of you as an adult but as your father's daughter. And now you were confronted with the truth that he was just as fucking lustful and horny as you'd been since you met him at 18? You weren't letting this opportunity pass you by.

Taking the panties out, you stared at them again, trying to figure out just what he'd been doing with them. You recognized them as the pair you'd lost on your night out, bright red and lacy, eye-catching, and definitely yours. He hadn't even tried to lie to you about that, but how willing would you have been to accept the fact that Spencer had stolen someone else's panties? Or been gifted them? Probably not very.

You'd assumed you'd left this pair in the taxi, not entirely sure how you'd ended up in the car in the first place or why you would decide they were uncomfortable right there. Now you had sudden recollections of Spencer also being there, and suddenly your actions made sense.

He'd not only taken your panties, he'd taken your used panties, and it looked as though he'd used them even more. You decided not to think too closely about how he had used them.

But he'd also got you home safe, making sure your things were stored neatly and tucked you into bed nice and tight. And then he'd stolen your panties.

Thinking about it was frustrating but there was nothing else in your mind at that moment. Spencer taking them out secretly to look at. Spencer smelling them. Spencer wrapping them around his big cock and stroking himself to the thought of you.

You wanted to know precisely what he'd done, and you intended to find out.

Penelope called you as soon as they'd left work, and sent you the location, too, and you decided it was time to get ready to mess with Spencer.

The dress you'd worn on the night he'd stolen your panties was freshly laundered. Usually, you wouldn't wear anything so risky in front of your father, but he'd likely only be there for an hour or two before leaving you be. You pulled out a fresh pair of red panties as well, hoping to jog Spencer's memory a little bit to entice him to talk.

With a quick make-up retouch, you climbed into your car, and within twenty minutes you were walking into O'Keefe's.

Miserably, Spencer couldn't come up with an excuse to stay home quick enough and was tumbled into the car by Derek and Penelope. He had a feeling, too, that he wouldn't be able to leave early, either, which was only confirmed when you walked in wearing that dress.

His hopes to sit and nurse his non-alcoholic cocktail peacefully at the edge of the booth are shattered as he watches you saunter over. It clings tight to your skin, twisting around every peak on your body, revealing every part that he'd spent the last few weeks dreaming about.

He was screwed.

"Hi, Dad! Hi everyone!" You smiled innocently enough, but your sickly sweet smile turned on Spencer was an omen, and he suddenly wanted to be down on his knees begging for forgiveness. Or something else.

Instead of sticking by your dad's side, you make your way to Spencer and force him to shuffle further into the booth so you can sit next to him. It's cramped and you're on the edge still, so you let your hand rest on his thigh for a beat too long as you join the conversation.

"What did I miss?"

"Just talking about the craziest things that have happened to us on cases."

"Reid was propositioned by a prostitute once," Derek chuckled.

"Please, Reid has been propositioned by multiple prostitutes, multiple times." Penelope and Derek continued to joke and giggle about the younger man's apparent cluelessness to flirting.

"I guess they just assumed you were a pervert, Spence. I wonder why they'd think that?" His eyes shot wide as you snuck your hand into his pocket under the table, watching to see if anyone else had noticed the bold actions.

But you looked away from him quickly and didn't let your hand spend too long there, sliding it out slowly, feeling up his leg as you went. He took another sip of his drink before shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His cock had been rudely awoken, and he didn't want it to stay awake, so he attempted to let it fall into a less obvious position.

But as he shifted he felt something else in his pants, and curiously he put his own hand into his pocket. You'd returned your stolen underwear to the thief.

He took in a shaky breath and held them inside his pants while he willed himself to calm down. Partly because you were in public and partly because your dad was present. He almost had himself under control when you decided it was time for your next move.

"I need to go get a drink, I'll be back soon." You stood and pushed away from the table, bouncing away swiftly. He watched you go from the corner of his eye and then had to do a double take as you pushed yourself up against the bar ordering your drink.

You stuck your ass out, not enough to make it look intentional to anybody but him, but just enough so he could see the red underwear you had on underneath your dress.

He downed his drink and made his excuses before making his way right to the bar where you stood.

"What are you doing?" He demanded, so close behind you that you felt his breath in you before you heard his voice.

"Buying a drink, what does it look like I'm doing?" You scooted your ass back until it was pressed up against his crotch and he groaned, hard and loud in your ear.

"Y/N, you can't do that, your dad is right fucking there."

"I sure hope my dad isn't fucking over there, that'd really be a sight I didn't want to see." He shut his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before he put his hands on you. Grabbing your hips, he walked you closer to the bar so that your ass was no longer on display, nor touching him in any way, then he moved to your side and left only one hand firmly touching your back so you knew not to immediately try something else again.

"This is your last warning. Now, you're going to order that drink and then you're going to walk back to that table like a good fucking girl, or so help me god, I will show your dad just how much of a slut you're being." His voice was a dark growl and you felt your panties growing more wet with each syllable, nodding instantly as the bartender came over.

For a minute, he'd genuinely thought that had worked. You'd ordered your drink without another word and then turned back to the table and walked nicely, having pulled your skirt back down a little bit. He'd thought he'd won until the second he'd sat down when Aaron Hotchner had grabbed his coat and stood up.

"Spencer, you're not drinking? Can you drive Y/N home tonight? I’m leaving now, and I’m sure she doesn’t want to leave so early.” You watched as his jaw twitched, taking only a second to compose himself before he agreed.

“Great, have a fun night sweetheart,” he said, kissing your head, before turning out and leaving with Rossi.

“Now, Spencer, what was that you were saying about good behavior at the bar? It was really so very interesting to me and I’d love to hear more.”

You spent the next half hour draining your drink and his self-control, stroking a hand down his chest as the others comfortably ignored your purring at him. He answered all your questions coldly, but every time your hand trailed a little bit too low he stopped it with a heavy hand and a warning look, letting you know that you were still getting to him.

Once you’d finished the first drink, you got up and moved to the bar once again, making sure that his eyes were on you completely as you swayed your hips on the way over. You pulled exactly the same move as you had earlier and made sure he knew you were going to be hard to handle the entire night.

When you returned, he was the only one left at the table, the others having scattered to the dance floor, the bathroom, and the bar. Taking the chance you climb directly into his lap.

“What’s wrong, Spence, you’re looking so lonely over here?” You rest your hands on his shoulders and let your ass fall to his lap, grinding down gently to feel him underneath you.

“How could I be lonely when you’re out here throwing yourself at me like a cheap whore?”

“Oh, we’ve already established how much cheap whores love you today, Spencer. Why would you be so surprised that I’m having the same reaction?”

The others slowly started returning so you pushed away from him for a second, straightening your clothes before they noticed anything amiss.

“Y/N, I need some youthful arm candy, come to the dancefloor with us!” Penelope pulled you from your seat and you laughed as you followed her, sending a wink back over your shoulder to Spencer.

He sat grinding his teeth as you continue your games on the dancefloor, swaying your hips suggestively, not sparing him a single glance as you practically exposed yourself on a dancefloor. He decided he’d let you have your fun and then march you out quickly. He moved his timeline up exponentially the minute he saw a man saunter up behind you, whispering in your ear before walking you over to the bar.

Downing his drink, he made his way to your side, pulling you away from the man quickly.

“We’re leaving now.” He said, leaning down to your ear as he grabbed your coat and pulled it around you.

“Man, what do you think you’re doing?” The man who had pulled you away was visually drunk, looking rough and dangerous as he leered down at you.

“She’s not interested and she’s too young for you anyway.” He said, very close to flashing his badge to get him to back off.

“What, you her dad or something?” He scoffed, but you turned on him with a wide smile as you leaned your head back against Spencer’s chest.

“He’s my daddy, actually.” With a wink, you left the bar, letting Spencer chase after you as you walked directly over to your car. Throwing him the keys, you jumped into the passenger seat.

“I’m taking you home now, you’re being reckless, you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Reckless how? It’s not like I’m the one who has been stealing my boss' daughter's panties for the last month.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You jacked off into my panties and now you’re pissed I caught you…wow.”

“Can you just shut up? I’m sure your dad wouldn’t like me to tell him how you put them back in my pocket tonight, right?”

“Was that a threat, Spencer?”

“If I was going to threaten you, Y/N, you’d know.”

“You’ve changed, you know. Since I was a teenager. You’re different now.”

“No, I’m not. I’m very much the same.”

“You’re hotter now. I don’t know how that is possible because fuck did I want you back then, but now…” You let your eyes trail down his face as he continues to drive, jaw tense. His side profile had always been pretty, but with the bags under his eyes now more pronounced, you thought about what it’d be like to trail your mouth down his neck, what you would give to sit prettily on those lips of his.

Your tongue darts out to wet your own lips, as the fantasies grow to fill the car. Suddenly it’s his hands between your legs, making you moan like the whore he’d accused you of being earlier, it’s his tongue down your throat as he fucks his fingers into you, completely ruining you.

When you pull over, you’re certain that he’d heard your thoughts, because you didn’t recognize where you were at all.

“Spencer, this isn’t my dad’s house.”

“No, it’s mine. Get out of the car.” Suddenly obedient, you do exactly as he tells you, jumping out of the car as swiftly as you can and letting him march you up the stairs, right through his door and all the way to his bedroom. He pushes you forward gently but with a firm enough hand that you know he wants you on the bed. He doesn’t touch you any further as you prop yourself up on your elbows, but moves to another part of the room, grabbing something from a drawer before throwing it at you. Throwing them at you, you supposed, because when you looked down, you found your other pairs of missing underwear on your lap.

“I’m sorry for being so fucking dirty and disgusting, but you need to stop saying those things to me before I do something we both regret.”

You don’t reply, sitting and breathing heavily for a second before pushing your body further up the bed and reaching down. His eyes drink you in as he watches you hook two fingers underneath the underwear you’re wearing and drag them down your legs, not caring that he can see everything. You let go of them as soon as they’re hanging off your leg, holding them out to him.

“Peace offering?”

He’s on you in an instant, crawling on top of you so he can shut you up with his mouth, his hands, his whole being. You welcome him greedily, letting him take control as he pins your hips down underneath his.

“Little slut, you want me to fuck you so bad?” He says, a hand at your chest, pinching your nipple hard through your dress as you moan and writh underneath him. “Throwing yourself at your father’s friend like this, huh? Must be a little whore.”

He doesn’t let you respond, shoving two fingers into your mouth as you obediently wrap your lips around them and start sucking. Pushing your dress up, he groans at how wet you already are for him, swiping a finger over your clit carefully as you moan around his fingers, the vibrations shooting straight to his cock.

Lifting his hips, he unzips his pants in a second, not stopping to contemplate the consequences of his actions. His cock is pressed against you, gripped in his hand, but it’s hot and it’s heavy and fuck do you need it inside of you. He teases you with it as you whine around his fingers, trying to top from the bottom and grinding your hips up into him. He removes his fingers from your mouth reluctantly so he can hold your hips down.

“Spencer, don’t fucking tease me. Please just fuck me now.”

“Are all of you Hotchner’s this fucking bossy?” You roll your eyes, ignoring his question as you move to grab ahold of his cock, lining it up with your cunt and pushing it in slowly. A hand over yours stops you before it can get any deeper.

“Wait, I haven’t put a condom on yet.”

“Then you better make sure you pull out before I have to tell my dad exactly who it is that made him a grandaddy.” His hips snap up into yours then and with a few shallow pumps he’s fully sheathed inside of you as you scream at the feeling. You’d spent years thinking about this moment, but you’d never imagined he’d fill you so perfectly, stretching you out in all the best places.

His fingers return to your clit, working you up into a frenzy as you arch up into him, wrapping your legs around him to allow him better access. He growls into your ear with each thrust, before grabbing fistfuls of your ass and dragging you to the edge of the bed.

He pulls out quickly, repositioning you and holding your legs open wide as he stands between your legs, lining his cock up and pushing into you once again, immediately regaining his pace. He lifts one knee onto the bed, again pushing your legs down into the bed and opening you up further to him. The new angle hits deeper inside of you than you were sure anyone had ever been, momentarily leaving you breathless and soundless, listening only to the noises coming from your cunt.

Wet slaps of skin against skin, the arousal trickling down your leg to stain his sheets.

You regain your breath just as he knocks it out of you again, pushing you over the edge as you cum, hard, on his cock. Your head goes dizzy as you struggle to come down from the bliss he’d pulled you up into, legs twitching as he continues pounding into him.

You’re vaguely aware of some loud moans and screams, and it takes you an entire minute to realize the sinful noises are coming straight from your mouth.

“Fuck, Spencer, so fucking good for me, you made me feel so good, thank you.” His hips stutter inside you then, and you feel a heat flood you.

“Shit,” he pulls out quickly and sprays the rest of his load over your pretty black dress, falling down on top of you and reclaiming your lips passionately. You stay locked together in that embrace for god knows how long, rolling around back and forth in his bed until he finally detaches himself, pulling your clothes off and throwing a large old t-shirt over your head before grabbing you like an oversized stuffed toy and leading you into the depths of oblivion.

When you wake up in the morning, the pounding in your head is exaggerated considering you hadn’t really drank that much the night before. It takes you a shocking amount of time to realize that the pounding wasn’t in your head though, but instead a loud banging against Spencer’s door, ordering him to open up

You’re so comfortable though, you try to ignore it. Until your father’s voice is pouring through the paper-thin walls.

“Spencer, open the door, right now, or I’m kicking it down. You have five seconds.” The Spencer in question shoots out of bed immediately from beside you, scrambling to pull on pants and make his hair look like you hadn’t been tangled in it all night before running to the door.

You similarly panic around the room for a second, searching for a hiding place and grabbing your phone before settling on the absolutely genius position of under the bed.

You hear the confrontation like it’s happening right over you.

“Aaron, I really think you’re going to regret this.” David Rossi’s voice is calm, trying to talk some sense into your father, but he isn’t having any of it.

“Where is she? I told you to drop her off at home when she was finished drinking, but she wasn’t there when I woke up.”

“I can explain…” Spencer trailed off, and you cursed the man for being such a bad liar. That line hadn’t worked on you, either, so you doubted it’d work on your dad. Opening your phone, you check the time. 11:47. You quietly cursed yourself as you opened the multiple messages from your father.

You decide to help Spencer out by replying to one of them now.

“Hey, Dad. I ran into an old friend last night, and Spencer made sure we both got back to her’s safely. I’m still at her apartment, but I guess I forgot to text last night because I was so tired, sorry for worrying you!”

You heard his phone ping with the message, heard the tense silence as he read the message slowly, and heard the incredibly loud ping of your own phone, screaming from inside Spencer’s room as he replied.

Unfortunately, your dad hears it, too.

Pushing past Spencer, who in his defense is doing a great job of taking a stand by slowing down your father momentarily, Aaron Hotchner bursts into the room just as you poke your head up from the side of the bed.

“Morning, Daddy.” You try, hoping to sweet talk your way out of this whole situation.

“Living room, now.” He says, hesitating for only a moment. “You’re dressed, right?” You almost laugh at his pathetic tone before considering the situation, just nodding and walking out behind him as you try to make Spencer’s shirt cover more of your body than it originally did.

There’s a gleam in Rossi’s eye as you walk past him, head hung in embarrassment. You sit guiltily on the couch, and Spencer finds his way next to you, and you suddenly feel like two children about to get the scolding of a lifetime.

“What were you thinking?” He demands, and you grow suddenly angry at the indignant tone of his voice.

“Dad, I am 23 years old, I do not need a lecture for spending the night out.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, sit down. Spencer? Anything to say.” You slump back into your seat and wait for the answer just the same as your dad is, but it doesn’t come.

Instead, you feel a blanket being thrown over your legs, and it isn’t until then that you notice how cold you’ve been. He takes the time to wrap the material around your body, making sure you’re comfortable before he even thinks about looking up at your dad.

“Hotch, what is it that you want to know?” He levels his stare with your father, and it seems to dampen his anger a little bit. They’re having a silent war right now, in some kind of expressive language that you’ve never been able to decode, and somehow, it seems that Spencer is winning.

“Did you use protection?” Your sharp intake of breath is about all the answers your father needs, and you realize how majorly you’d fucked up by letting the conversation get this far.

“Dad!” you shout indignantly. “That is frankly none of your business.” He doesn’t look at you though, not even sparing you a glance as his eyes stay focused on Spencer, trying to figure out something you’re not even sure of yourself.

“For god’s sake, Dad, I’ve been in love with him for five years.” All the eyes in the room snap to you then, and if you hadn’t been feeling shy before, you certainly were now.

“Y/N, you’re barely an adult.”

“I’m sorry that’s entirely rich coming from the guy who had a child straight out of high school. I’m an adult, which is why I’m allowed to make my own mistakes and decisions, and I’d really prefer your support instead of your judgment.” Your father tries to speak again, to protest some part of what you just said, but unlistening, you groan in frustration and just climb directly into Spencer’s lap.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Spencer panics below you for a second, before resting comfortably on your legs, far enough down that he is spared your father’s dirty looks.

“Aaron, I think you’d better hear the girl out. She reminds me a lot of someone I know, so hard-headed these youths of today are.” You are intensely thankful for Rossi’s presence then and you send a thankful smile his way, just as your dad grumbles.

“Uncle David is right, you should listen to Uncle David.”

“Until a few days ago, you were calling Spencer “Uncle Spencer” so I’d be quiet if I were you, Y/N.”

“Heard.” He pauses for a second to think, the years finally etching into his skin as he breathes out a sigh of relief. You suddenly feel bad for not being home when he woke up, and you can only imagine how it must’ve felt to not know where you were, or if you were safe after everything that he’d already been through.

“I’m not against this, I suppose. But I swear to god if you ever go missing on me again, I will have an entire agency out for you.”

“You know where I’ll be, Dad.” He nods then turns to Spencer.

“You’re going to take her to a pharmacy in the next three hours to get emergency contraception, and then the both of you are going to come - fully clothed - to my house. It’s been a while since we had a family dinner.” You smile brightly up at him, and within another minute, it is just you and Spencer in the apartment alone.

You looked back up at him shyly and tried to awkwardly climb out of his lap, but he pulled you right back into him.

“For the record, I think I’ve only been in love with you for 37 days. Is that okay with you?” All of the confidence drains from your body as you struggle to find the words.

“In my defense, it’s not that I didn’t love you back then, it’s just that you were so young, I think I never considered it. And when I realized that you had those feelings, I felt so guilty about it, I never stopped to let myself think about what else I was feeling. And then you were gone and I didn’t have to think about it again, and then you came back, and I’ve been doing a lot more thinking now, and I think that-”

“I think that you should shut up and kiss me, Spencer Reid.” You said.

“Heard.” You giggled as he pressed his lips up into your own, pulling you further down into him as he held you tight. You didn’t come up for air for a long while, drinking as much of him in as you could as he gave you his heart.

“You know what this means?” You said, finally pulling away with a gasp.

“What?”

“You don’t have to steal my panties anymore. I can just give them to you now.” He lit up red underneath you and groaned as you laughed at his pained expression.

“As long as you never mention that to your father, I think we’ll escape this job and lives intact.” He said, a faraway look telling you he was likely running probability on those ideas right at that second.

“Just remember, my dad has two weapons and the ability to move you halfway across the country should he choose to.” You pressed your forehead against his, chuckling once again at his pained expression. “But also remember, that I’d happily follow you anywhere, Reid.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Hotchner. Oh, no, that was weird. We’re going to have to get you a new name sooner rather than later.” You gasped as he lifted you in his arms, standing and carrying you back to the bedroom.

“Spencer! What are you doing?”

“We need to go brainstorm some new names, too weird to call you Hotchner. And I do all of my best thinking in bed.”

“Really? I do mine in the shower,” you teased, holding tight to his shoulders as he continued forward.

“We can definitely try that next.” He said, carrying you through the door, and closing it shut behind him, hoarding your attentions for the rest of the morning.

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lxstfathier · 1 year

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Cachorrita

Los Vaqueros x Reader

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Summary: you got caught in the middle of the narco violence, losing everything. Thankfully, the vaqueros rescued you and decided to adopt you… as a pet.

Warnings: murder/trauma mentions, pet play, collaring, poly relationship (?), slight smut.

A/N: i can’t stop thinking about Ale and Rudy, they’re both so cute and boyfriend shaped and i love them very much 💗 so i got this silly idea in the middle of the night and decided to write it, don’t ask me what the hell is this, just enjoy it. And please remember that english is not my first language. Hope y’all like it :)

♡ Your parents were killed by el sin nombre, and you were kidnapped for a few days with the intention of human trafficking. Luckily, you were rescued by los vaqueros before you ended up being trafficked for real.

♡ It was nice to be free again, but everything you had ever know didn’t exist anymore. Not even your home. You had nowhere to go, and such a naive little girl like you would be an easy target in Las Almas… again. That’s why the vaqueros offered you to stay with them, in their base.

♡ You accepted immediately. They saved your life, and you would trust them with it.

♡ At first, it was weird to live among military men. Seeing them always with a serious look on their faces and yelling orders was quite scary, but soon you got used to it. You got along with everyone, and they all treated you in the nicest way possible, so it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

♡ They even gave you your own little room!

♡ Once you started to get more comfortable, you gained the confidence to get out of your room more often, exploring the base and helping around with the daily tasks, learning the basic things. And it wasn’t long until you grew closer to Alejandro and Rodolfo, following them around any time you could.

♡ Alejandro thinks of you as one of those stray dogs that Rudy used to bring into the base (in a cute way), that’s why they started calling you “Cachorrita”.

♡ You love the nickname, but you loved it even more when they actually started treating you as a puppy, making sure that you’re always happy and taken care of.

♡ One day, they surprise you with a pretty collar. It’s made from the softest and most finest leather, in your favorite color, and it also has a cute heart-shaped tag that says “Cachorrita” and “Propiedad de Los Vaqueros” in the back. Such a sweet gift. It made you teary. You hugged every single one of them as a thank you and then Alejandro put it around your neck <3

♡ It doesn’t matter if they’re all at the base, or just a few soldiers, you always go out to spend time with them. You keep them company, listen to anything they have to say, comfort them, or just snuggle on their lap while they play with your hair. They say often that you’re way better than a therapy dog, but you don’t really think so.

♡ One time you decided it would be a great idea to cook something for them, so you prepared chilaquiles con carne, and they all went insane, saying that it was delicious, better than the bland military food they were used to eat daily. So now you cook for them almost every day, remembering the recipes your mother taught you.

♡ Even though they all agreed to collar you, only Alejandro is allowed to put a leash on you. He doesn’t do it often, just when he has to do a lot of paperwork in his office, taking you with him to keep you at his feet for hours. “Good girl” he says petting your head while you rest your chin on his thigh. “Keep being obedient and i’ll give you a treat when i’m done”. If he gets stressed, he might use that pretty little mouth of yours.

♡ They won’t hesitate to spoil you. You want new clothes? Stuffed animals? Jewelry? The newest iphone? don’t even worry about it, Ale and Rudy will be buying it all for you.

♡ When they go away on missions, they always text you whenever they can, making sure that you’re fine without them. Rudy always gives you one of his credit cards, telling you to use it if you need something. But you have never used it, you have everything you need at the base.

♡ When they come back, the first thing you hear is Alejandro yelling “Dónde está nuestra cachorrita?”, and you’ll come out of your room as fast as you can, running to them to hug them tight, glad that they’re all safe and sound.

♡ Sometimes, when Alejandro or Rodolfo get horny (which is often), they come to you, and you spread your legs for them, happy to please them however they want. Rudy fucks you sweet and slow. Alejandro fucks you fast and rough. But you like it more when they both fuck you at the same time.

♡ When you get your period, they all treat you as if you were dying, giving you everything you want and need. Alejandro makes sure you have pain pills and a hot water bottle to put on your tummy, and Rudy goes to the store to get more pads and your favorite snacks.

♡ When you wake up in the middle of the night because of your constant nightmares, you sneak into Rudy’s room, getting in the bed with him and cuddling up in his chest. “Qué pasa, cachorrita? you got nightmares again?” he asks, half awake, and when you whisper a “si” he just holds you closer, hearing his heart beat until you fall asleep.

♡ They teach you how to use a gun, just in case. But you really hate it. Those things are heavy and loud and scary.

♡ Speaking of things you hate, you also don’t like going outside due to your trauma. But Alejandro and Rudy insist on taking you out at least once a week, going to the local market for some groceries, and you hold Ale’s hand as if your life depended on it, way too scared to let him go. But, if you behave well, they buy you ice cream on the way back.

♡ You’re not a brat, but sometimes you accidentally do something they don’t like. They’re the military after all, highly disciplined men, and you aren’t used to that. If you do something slightly disrespectful or don’t listen to orders, it will result on Rudy or Ale yanking you by the collar, planting a firm smack on your ass. “Don’t do that again, entendido?”.

♡ You love stealing Ale’s military jackets. They’re comfy, oversized and smell like him. But you didn’t expected him to get you your own jacket, embroidered with “cachorrita” on the front and a bright pink armband that says “emotional support”. And you love it, of course, but that doesn’t stop you from stealing his jackets again.

♡ You have an oral fixation, and Rudy thrives off it, letting you bite his arms, lick his neck or have a really messy and heated up kissing session (if he’s not busy). Sometimes he even lets you suck his fingers, but be careful with that one cuz he might want to give you something bigger to suck on.

♡ If any of Los Vaqueros gets hurt on a mission or training, you will take care of them just like they do with you, not leaving their side until they feel better. You can’t stand seeing any of your -new found- family in pain, makes you feel sad :(

♡ When your birthday comes, Alejandro and Rodolfo enter your room early at morning, singing las mañanitas and giving you the gift they got for you. It’s exciting, so you quickly open the box, eager to see what’s inside. Gasping when you finally admire the pretty set of fluffy ears, tail plug, and thigh high socks with paw print, all in your favorite color. “Why don’t you try it on for us, cachorrita?” Alejandro suggests, and you’re more than happy to do so, already feeling a tingle between your legs.

♡ You’re on birth control, obviously, but Rudy and Ale are already thinking about getting you off those stupid pills…

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peachy-panic · 5 months

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Lonely

Hi everyone, I'm alive! Have some Torley Era Jaime content.

This kind goes along with a (much happier) future piece I'm hoping to finish writing and post soon, so stay tuned for some better vibes. For now:

WARNINGS: BBU/BBU-Adjacent, hunger, the sadness of stray cats (no animals were harmed in the making), brief suicidal ideations, gun mention, implied noncon

Restless. That is how Jaime thinks of the long weekdays in the Torley house, when the boys are at school and his Keeper is at work, and Jaime is left on his own until they return home to demand his attention.

It is not that he is without work; Mr. Torley holds high expectations for his home, and Jaime strives to meet them all, even if it means double, triple, cleaning over a room he’s already scrubbed bare or taking all of the glassware out of the cabinets just to polish and arrange them again. But there are days when he finds himself with idle hands, in the time between completing his chores and his keeper’s return. That’s when anxiety creeps in. He knows it’s a conditioned thought, but it’s in him too deep to ignore. He can’t rest, can’t be useless, can’t be found being lazy when Mr. Torley comes home.

It gets lonely, though, these pockets of restlessness. He is so fucking. lonely.

Sometimes he wishes that he had permission to go out on errands—collecting groceries, making returns, dropping off suits at the dry cleaner—just so that he can have a reason to talk to another person. He was trained to believe that many domestic contracts allow for that kind of thing, but Mr. Torley has made it clear that Jaime’s place is in the house. In the month that he has been here, he has never once been allowed to step foot outside, and he knows better than to ask.

He is usually good at avoiding temptation, but on one Friday morning, Jaime is caught off guard.

He is cleaning the sliding glass doors at the back of the house when he catches a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. Jaime flinches, startled, but when he looks into the backyard, he finds that the source of the motion was a fluffy, white cat, now tucked halfway behind a thick tree root, peeking up at Jaime with obvious apprehension. Through the thick glass, he can make out a muffled meow.

It must be the same cat Kade saw last night. Jaime hadn’t seen it himself, but he overheard the argument between him and his father from the next room.

“Dad, we should keep her!”

“It probably already has a home, Kade.”

“No it doesn’t,” he shot back. “Look, she doesn’t have a collar.”

Ubidden, Jaime’s hand rose to the metal band at his own throat. Funny, he thought, how a collar is the mark of a safe home to some.

“That doesn’t mean it’s our responsibility.”

“Daddy,” Jaime recognized the edge of frustrated tears slipping into Kade’s voice. “What if she’s hungry?”

“She’s fine.”

“Can I give her some water at least?”

“Kadence.” Even from the next room, Jaime couldn’t help but flinch at the impatient tone in his Keeper’s voice. “You will not give this cat anything, do you understand me? You feed it once and it will keep coming back. That’s the last thing I need to deal with.”

“But Dad—”

“I said, do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

Without really thinking about it, Jaime stuffs the washrag into his back pocket and crouches down, putting himself closer to eye level. The cat perks his head up in response, fixing him with a steadier stare.

“Hi,” Jaime mouths, lifting one hand to wiggle his fingers in a half-wave. The cat puts a hesitant paw forward, and Jaime smiles. “Hello, there.”

Another soft meow, and then it pulls its paw back.

“Don’t go,” he whispers, struck by the sudden, urgent fear that it will dart away and leave him alone. All at once, it is Jaime’s greatest wish to keep this small animal in his sights, if only for a little while. If only to feel just a little less alone for a few minutes. It's desperate and sad, but it's true.

Jaime’s eyes flick up to the latch on the sliding door, just above his head. It would only be for a moment. Just a moment, just long enough to see if the cat will come closer. He won’t be breaking any rules—not really.

When he looks back to the cat, he sees that it has moved several paces closer, and it’s all the push he needs. Slowly, Jaime reaches up and flips the lock open. The sound is enough to freeze the small animal in place, but it doesn’t retreat. Still, he slows his movements even further as he wraps his fingers around the handle and pulls it to the side. The burst of clean, fresh air on his face is the best thing he’s felt in months.

The noise of the door startles the cat into motion again, but when Jaime stretches out his arm, his palm open, it bounds toward him instead of away. It slows its approach as it gets within a couple feet of him, stretching out its tiny, pink nose to sniff at his hand.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, keeping himself still and steady. When the tip of its nose makes contact with Jaime’s finger, the cat only jumps back for half a second before it twists its neck, pushing its tiny head into Jaime’s outstretched palm.

A sound bubbles out of Jaime’s mouth, and it takes longer than it should to recognize it as his own laugh. Carefully, desperate not to scare it off, he scratches between the small animal’s ears and elicits a soft, vibrating pur.

“Hi,” he says again through another burst of delighted laughter. “Hi, sweet girl.”

He’s not sure if he’s right about that guess, but it feels better than referring to it like an object. He decides to trust Kade’s intuition on this one. She meows up at him, and he chooses to take that as approval enough.

“Are you lost?” Jaime asks, noticing without conscious thought that his voice has risen to a pitch he only ever uses for Kade’s bedtime stories. “Do you have a home around here?”

He knows the answer before he asks it, though. The edges of her white fur are caked with mud and grime, and he can feel her spine a little too prominently through her skin.

Jaime remembers well what that kind of hunger feels like. A dangerous thought begins to take shape.

He glances at the clock in the hallway. He still has a couple of hours before he expects Mr. Torley home. That should be plenty to sneak something out. Even if it’s just some water. Jaime can clean it up and put everything away before his Keeper comes home. He never needs to know.

He flinches as the thought lands. These are the kinds of things he’s not supposed to think about anymore.

But Mr. Torley does plenty he isn’t supposed to do, doesn’t he?

He hesitates, just for a moment, before he stands, knees cracking.

“Will you stay here for a minute?” he asks, scratching under her neck when she raises her head. “If I go to get you something to eat?”

She scuttles back a few steps at the sudden movement but doesn’t run away. He will have to hope for the best.

In the kitchen, he goes straight for the plastic bowl in the cabinet that is designated for Jaime at mealtimes. He used to think about the fork scratches in the bottom when he first arrived at the house, wondering how many boys before him had eaten from the same bowl. He would never use any of Mr. Torley’s good dishes, but this serves him perfectly well as he fills it halfway with water from the tap.

Food is another matter. Jaime has never had a cat before, but he knows the basics. Normally, he would expect to find a can of tuna or two stashed away in the back of someone’s pantry, but Mr. Torley isn’t the pantry staple kind of person. He likes his food fresh and expensive and expertly prepared, and—

Salmon. In the refrigerator, there is a small strip of leftover salmon filet from two nights ago. Mr. Torley never eats leftovers, and the boys hardly touched their fish to begin with. Jaime might have allowed himself to it before he would be expected to throw it away, but this is a far better use. No one will notice it's gone. No one will miss it.

Before he can talk himself out of it, Jaime carries out the bowl of water and the strip of salmon on a paper towel, relieved to find the cat waiting for him in the same spot.

“Here you go,” he says, setting the offering on the cold cement patio. Her hunger becomes more apparent as she dives headfirst for the small piece of fish, tearing away large bites at a time. Jaime feels a pang of guilt that he doesn’t have more to offer her.

She purrs as she eats, poking her head up every few seconds to glance at Jaime—either to check that he is still there, or to make sure he’s not coming close enough to snatch away her food. He sinks into a crouch a couple feet away, happy to watch her filling her belly for the night. In the back of his mind, somewhere well into dangerous territory, he starts to think of ways he might be able to sneak her food in the future. Maybe, if he’s smart about it and he plans his meals right, he will be able to save back small portions of whatever meat they have for dinner. Even if Jaime needs to slim down his own portion, it’s not a big deal to save a little bit for her the next day. Maybe if he only keeps her fed during the daytime, Mr. Torley won’t ever see her when he’s home.

He is pulled from his planning when the cat suddenly stops eating and goes rigid. There are still a few bites left on the napkin, but she has turned her attention toward the side gate, her little ears twitching at something unseen.

It takes Jaime another second, and then he hears it, too: the low, almost silent electric hum of Mr. Torley’s car in the driveway.

He’s home early. Hours early.

Fear ices him over, but Jaime has no time to freeze. He has less than a minute before Mr. Torley will make his way around to the front door.

It breaks his heart to have to pull the last bits of salmon away before she can eat them, but he hurriedly bunches the napkin into a fist, trying to pick up the tiny shreds that have fallen on the patio with shaky fingers.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers to the cat, who has started meowing in objection. “I’m so sorry. You need to go now. You should go.”

He curses under his breath as he spills a bit of the water bowl, but that’s easily explainable enough, he supposes, if he’s asked about it, he just—

He has one foot through the patio doorway when the sound of the gate latch stops him cold. Mr. Torley never comes through the back gate. Why is he coming through the back gate?

“Stop,” Mr. Torley says simply, low and cold. Not a shout, but a single, flat syllable that raises the hair on the back of his neck. Jaime nearly drops the bowl of water with the lurch of dread that curls in his stomach. In his periphery, he sees a ball of white fur retreat across the yard and disappear.

He knows that, no matter what happens now, the last thing he should do is keep his Keeper waiting, so Jaime pulls in a shuddering breath and turns to face him.

“Put it down,” Mr. Torley says, “And come here.”

Of all the things he could have said, that unexpected directive inspires a spike of fear. Regardless, Jaime places the water bowl and the wadded napkin on the ground at his feet and makes his gallows march across the yard.

He stops a couple of feet away, keeping his eyes trained on Mr. Torley’s expensive shoes. Helpless words race through his mind, scrambling to arrange themselves into a coherent explanation, an apology, anything that might soften the blow of his inevitable punishment.

But his Keeper doesn’t ask for an explanation or an apology. He simply raises a hand to the gate latch—making Jaime flinch—and pulls it open once more.

“Get in the car,” he says.

Jaime’s eyes rise to meet his, confusion and alarm ringing through his skull. “Sir?”

Mr. Torley doesn’t move toward him, doesn’t raise his voice. He simply repeats, a beat slower this time, “Get. In. The car.”

On trembling, boneless legs, Jaime walks through the gate. He hasn’t been this far outside in nearly a month, but the terror and the strangeness of the moment takes away any joy he might have derived from the fresh air and sunlight.

Mr. Torley’s car sits in the driveway, sleek black and still humming quietly. Jaime has never ridden inside, and he hesitates a moment before reaching for the back door handle. It’s locked, much like his throat when he tries to vocalize it. Instead, he stands silent and unwillingly disobedient with his fingers clutching the handle, waiting. Mr. Torley takes his time latching the gate and walking to the driver’s side. He gets in, closes the door, and fastens his seatbelt, all before Jaime hears the quiet click of his lock being undone. He scrambles into the backseat and barely closes the door behind him when the car lurches into motion.

Jaime flattens himself against the leather seat back as they glide faster than what he’s sure is legal down the road. He doesn’t fasten his own seatbelt, too afraid in this heightened unknown to make a single move without explicit permission. His fists curl into the soft material of his pants, and he only realizes then that his feet are still bare.

Where are they going? Where is he taking him? Why isn’t Mr. Torley saying anything? The quiet feels like a threat of its own, but Jaime doesn’t dare be the one to break it. Should he? Would an apology gain him any ground? What is expected of him here: his silence or his contrition?

The lump in his throat makes the decision for him, blocking any hope of words along with the ability to draw a full breath.

That is, until, the car jets past a familiar sign on the highway, and cold acid releases into his bloodstream.

“Sir?” The words come out less than a whisper, and are met with more stony silence. Jaime grasps for another pull of oxygen and sits up further in his seat. “Mr. Torley?”

Nothing.

Jaime’s heartbeat pounds in his fingertips, his temples, his throat, his chest. It could be a coincidence. Wherever they are heading could just be in the same direction. The sign doesn’t have to mean anything.

And then they pass another sign, in bold, harsh, undeniable lettering: EXIT - WRU PITTSBURG. The car glides smoothly onto the ramp, and the dam holding back Jaime’s panic bursts wide open.

“Please,” Jaime whispers in horror as the first corner of the concrete hell comes into view. “Mr. Torley, please. Please.”

Nothing.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Jaime babbles, tears blurring the massive wall of false windows that seems to stretch a mile long. He is suddenly struck by the irrational fear that Handler Smith can see him already, that he already knows Jaime is here, is being returned, is being surrendered for early termination.

“Let me catch you back here early from a contract, even once,” Handler Smith had whispered to him a week before he was assigned. “Let me find out you’ve embarrassed me by forgetting your manners, and I promise you, you’ll wish you would have slit your wrists before ever showing up in my training room again.”

Wildly, he pictures the razor sitting out on Mr. Torley’s bathroom counter and thinks, He was right. I should have.

“Please don’t do this,” Jaime cries, tears falling openly now. In a desperate corner of his mind, he wonders if it will help. Jaime so rarely grants him the opportunity to see his tears, and he knows just how much he enjoys them. In any case, he can’t stop them now. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry, please, I won’t do it again.”

The car slams to an abrupt stop, hard enough for Jaime to jerk forward, jamming his wrist as he catches himself from slamming his face into the seat in front of him. They are stopped short of the entry booth for incoming cars, veered to the side of the road. Mr. Torley spins around to face him, making Jaime shrink back.

“What are you sorry for?” he asks, eyes hard and resolute.

“F-for—”

“For getting caught?”

Jaime presses his lips together to stop them from quivering. Mr. Torley reaches into his pocket—and Jaime has the wild, hysterical vision of him pulling out a gun and dumping his body on WRU grounds. But he only pulls out his phone, flipping the screen around to show Jaime a camera feed of the back door at the house.

“I have an alert set,” Mr. Torley says, “To monitor all exits of the house. Imagine my surprise when I was on my way home for an early weekend, and received a notification of my backdoor opening, unauthorized.”

“I wasn’t trying to get out,” Jaime rushes to assure him, shaking his head. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t going to run.”

“No?”

“No. I promise.”

“What, then?”

How much will his honesty buy him now? Is it worth anything when Mr. Torley has clearly already seen, already knows? It’s better, at least, than a lie, and it’s all he has at his disposal.

“The cat,” he whispers pathetically. “She seemed… hungry. I fed her the leftovers that would have been thrown out. I gave her water. I’m sorry.”

“And you did so thinking you wouldn’t be caught?”

The affirmation feels like slipping a noose over his head. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“I’ll have you say it.”

“Yes, sir. I did.”

“And you did so after hearing me explicitly forbid it to my own children?”

He swallows. “Yes, sir.”

Mr. Torley inclines his head toward the building ahead of them. “What do you think the people behind those doors would have to say about such abject deceit and disobedience from someone they sent out on a paid contract?”

Jaime pinches his eyes shut, shaking his head.

“Answer me.”

“I…” Jaime begins, his voice pinching. “I would be disciplined.”

“What kind of discipline do you think this warrants?”

Behind his eyelids, he sees the lash of a thick leather cord, a shock clip locked to his throat, a tub of ice cold water.

“I don’t know,” Jaime whispers.

“You don’t know,” he echoes.

Jaime shakes his head, and he can feel Mr. Torley’s stare burning through him.

Then, as abruptly as they had arrived, Mr. Torley faces forward in his seat and turns the gear shift. Jaime opens his eyes as the car rolls into motion once more, making a U-turn away from the facility.

“Well,” Mr. Torley says once they’re back on the highway. “You’ve got thirty minutes to think of a better answer.”

Jaime spends the rest of the night, and the rest of the long weekend that follows, atoning.

On Monday morning, he sees the cat again. When she catches a glimpse of Jaime cleaning in the next room over, hunched on his hands and knees, she raises one tiny paw and scratches against the glass. He forces himself to look away. And when her hungry meows come muffled through the glass panel, he scrubs harder, bending his head closer to the floor so that the scritch scritch scritch of bristles on the hardwood almost manages to drown out the noise.

After that, she gives up on coming back at all.

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floydsmuse · 7 months

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The Risky library visit

warnings: 18+ only, mdni!, spanking, smut, p in v, explicit language

pairing: Rhett Abbott x f! librarian reader (no y/n)

description: you let Rhett full-fill a sexual fantasy with you at the library. (wc 2k+)

a/n: hi ! so this is my first fic i’ve written for this account. i really hope you enjoy it :) i definitely plan on writing more fics & possibly posting some of my edits on here too, so hopefully you’ll stick around for that. likes & comments are great! reblogs are appreciated too 🥰💕 tysm!

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working at the only local library in a town like rural Wabang was nothing short of boring. not many people came in on most days. the only times it became super busy were on the hottest days of the year during the summer months. patrons would come in to take a load off & enjoy the ac. you couldn’t say you blamed them there.

you grew up in this small town & started working as a part-time librarian earlier this year. you didn’t completely dislike it. you enjoyed the small camaraderie between your coworkers & the shared interactions you had with patrons that would come in from time to time during your shifts.

what you loved most about your job though was when your boyfriend would come in to visit you. Rhett Abbott. your tall, handsome, rough & toughened cowboy who you just adored. you two had met a few months back, when you first started working as a librarian. he’d occasionally come in with his niece Amy to find books. shared glances & light convos with flirty remarks on both ends was how it started, to Rhett then finally deciding to make a move & ask you out. you of course said yes & you two officially became an item.

when Rhett wasn’t at his family’s ranch helping out Royal or attending to the animals, he would come in to keep you company and make the work days go by faster. whether that be through light conversations on random subjects or having heated make out sessions in the back office. once you two were in each others company, a lot of the time, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. You absolutely loved your shared intimate moments with Rhett. He always puts your needs first & that’s something you really loved about him. he was up for anything & really put your pleasure at the forefront. you always made sure to return the favor and made Rhett’s pleasure a priority too. you two were a match made in heaven.

On this particular day, however, Rhett had a plan. he dreamed of full-filling a role playing type fantasy with you at the library. you the librarian of course & him a patron who comes in to bang the living daylights out of you in the back office. He had talked to you about it prior, to make sure you were on board. your past self before meeting Rhett would’ve been hesitant and refusing of the idea of being intimate especially at work, in such a public setting. yeah not many people came by, but there was still the potential of possibly getting caught. but Rhett had brought out a whole new side of you during the course of your relationship. you had become more bold & willing to take risks, so you willingly agreed to his plan.

you waited until you knew your other fellow librarian & coworker would be off to lunch. you texted Rhett the okay to come by, only knowing you had about an hour to fulfill this sexual fantasy. Rhett texted back almost instantly saying that he was just finishing up on something & that he’d be there in 10. you were starting to feel a bit on edge, bubbling up inside but excited to say the least. you couldn’t believe you really were going to be doing this with your lover.

10 minutes felt like 10 hours. you were so eagerly awaiting his arrival. Only a single person came in to pick up a book & stopped to make quick conversation with you. you barely listened to what they had to say, too distracted by the heat creepily forming in between your legs at the thought of Rhett & what he had planned.

finally, you hear the sound of the main door open & shut abruptly. you knew it was him, just by his heavy footsteps approaching in your direction. before Rhett could acknowledge you though, he went over to the bookshelves & perused the isles. you weren’t quite sure what he was doing or what he was looking for, but you assumed it had to do with this “fantasy” of his. Rhett must have a surprise up his sleeve you thought to yourself.

before you could even try to get his attention, he was approaching you now. he had a book locked under his arm. his eyes weren’t those bright blue ones you’d grown so fond & familiar of. they were instead dark like the skies of a stormy night & so full of lust. you could feel your heartbeat start to quicken, the heat between your legs had grown into a burning sensation now, feeling like a fire had started down there. a slick wetness started forming there too, just at the very sight of him. he looked hungry for you & ready to pounce, but he wanted to take it slow. he wanted to savor this moment with you.

he approached you at your desk, not breaking a single once of eye contact. your cheeks were starting to heat up now. he looked rugged, with his long sleeved flannel shirt rolled up to his elbows & the veins on his toned arms were protruding out. he was wearing his infamous wranglers & you couldn’t help but take a peak at his growing erection. his hair was tousled & he had foregone to wear his hat today, which surprised you. he must have been so busy, he didn’t think to put it on. clearing his throat & pulling you from your thoughts. he began to speak,

“i uh wanted to see if you had another copy of this book ere.’ the front cover is starting to wear off. “

he started to hand the book over to you. you’d now fallen into character & took it from him, examining it. the book cover did have some wear & tear, but nothing too crazy.

“Oh, well we might have another copy in the back. if you just wait right here sir, i’ll go look for you.” you were shocked at yourself for being able to get the words out coherently, being flustered as ever in this moment. you were sure that you most definitely heard Rhett let out a slight grunt at your usage of sir. either way he nodded & you headed over to the back office.

you stepped into the room, looking around for another “copy” of the book that he had wanted. you were turned away from the door, not hearing anything but silence for a few seconds. then suddenly you started to hear those heavy footsteps yet again & next thing you knew, you can feel Rhett’s hot breath against your neck while his whole frame pushed against your back. you could feel his hard demon clad length pressed against your ass, his big hands envelop your waist and lovingly squeeze there. his nimble fingers start to slowly travel up your sides.

you almost start to lose your role in this. too distracted by Rhett snarling in your ear and feeling his hard cock just waiting to break free from the clutches of his wranglers. he gently brushes your hair back from where it lies on your shoulders & begins placing open mouthed kisses along your neck.

“sir.. aghhh what on you doing?!.. stop.” you manage to weakly squeak out. pretending to resist his touches & acting like you don’t want what he’s doing to you to continue. Rhett’s hands of course don’t let up. they start to travel up past your belly and stop to squeeze your tits through your blouse. you can feel his smirk against your skin & you can’t help but let your head fall back onto his shoulder out of habit.

you try to “break” away from his grasp, but you can’t as he continues to palm your breasts & pulls you even closer to his chest if that was even possible. he suddenly stops the assault on both your tits & neck, quickly turning you around to face him. he draws you in by your waist & lifts your chin up with his finger making you look at him. his eyes are completely blown out & black now. he looks like he’s ready to unravel you.

he then grumbles out a, “don’t try to resist it darlin’. i’m gonna make ya feel so damn good.”

next thing you know, in the blink of an eye you are bent over a desk. the side of your face is squished against the cold surface. the bottom of your skirt is folded over & your panties are down to your ankles. you now understand why Rhett held onto that book & what he planned on doing with it. before you could even think another second, you felt a hard smack against your ass. the immediate sting and painful pleasured sensation you were feeling caused you to let out a yelp. you could hear a slight chuckle leave Rhett’s lips, as he gives you a second to process the blow he just gave you.

“if it gets too much for ya sweetheart, just say the word.”

you let out a muffled okay and scooted your ass back further into him, implying that you wanted him to keep going. without hesitation Rhett grabbed the book again &…

smack!

another blow and then another. you were shaking with pleasure and you just knew Rhett was absolutely losing his mind over the little noises you were making. his cock was aching. so desperately needing to be submersed in you & he decided to give your spanking a rest.

he tossed the now battered up book off to the side, the cover completely coming off now and in the point of no return. no one would wanna read that book after knowing what it’s endured. you felt his hands start to rub soothingly over your bright red bottom. he leaned into you & pressed a gentle kiss right behind your ear.

“you did so good for me sweetheart. you took that like a real champ.”

you couldn’t help but let out a breathy giggle at that. your ass was still stinging a bit. a stream of slick was running down your legs and you knew that Rhett was going to combust, if he wasn’t inside of you soon. your words came out strained and quiet, but Rhett perked up at the three words that fell from your lips. “please fuck me.”

Rhett didn’t waste a single second. he gently flipped you over onto your back, with your upper half lying still on the desk and your legs were brought up to wrap around his waist. you could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, finally letting his cock free from its restraints.

without hesitation, Rhett pushed his plush tip through your soaked folds with ease. you couldn’t say that you’ve truly gotten used to his size. it’s not too much to handle by any means, but it elicits a really nice stretch and hits every spot just right.

you both let out a sigh at the sudden connection. Rhett being fully inside you now & feeling that familiar stretch of your walls has you letting out a soft moan.

“please Rhett move.” your voice was still a bit strained, but you were getting awfully impatient with him. you needed this now more than ever.

“jeez babe & to think i was the impatient one ere’. ” he smirked, accentuating the last word with that his strong southern drawl that drove you insane.

you lightly smacked his chest and he finally began to move. slowly at first just to let you get used to him, to that feeling you loved so much. your hands wrap around his neck as you tell him to move faster.

Rhett complies and starts rutting into you now, like a wild animal. sex with him was never dull, Rhett always had the energy and stamina to go as rough and go as many rounds with you as you desired.

your eyes roll into the back of your head, stars start lining your vision. you can hear Rhett letting out grunts and swears above you. his eyes squeezing shut, as he lets the ecstasy completely take over his body. you let out little whimpers, as your nails dig into his back never wanting to let go of him.

“you like that i’m taking you over this desk right now where anyone could just walk in on us?” he grunted. you couldn’t even let out a coherent sentence, instead letting out a mewl at his words.

“bet you feel so dirty don’t ya? letting me fuck the towns little librarian at her workplace.” you let out a light fuck at the choice of his words. it did feel dirty, but you didn’t care.

you thought about if someone were to walk in on you two in this intimate moment. it would surely be a sight for them to see you folded in half over a creeky old desk with your lover pumping deep inside of your cunt, both of you letting out the most obscure noises. the thought made you throw your head back and let out the most pathetic and desperate sound you’d ever made.

“aghh Rhett, baby i’m close.” your orgasm was approaching, as Rhett didn’t let up on his rhythm and you could hear the slight screeching of the wooden desk under you. this desk was surely old and you were shocked that it didn’t break under both of your weights.

“me too darlin’ just let go when you need to. i’m right behind ya.” he let out some more grunts and latched his mouth onto your chest, giving your tits the proper attention and coaxing you more towards your release. it worked as you dug your heels further into his back, dropping your head onto his shoulder & completely letting go. Rhett being right behind you.

both now coming down from your highs panting, Rhett lays against your chest to catch his breathe as you do the same still holding onto him for dear life with his cock now softening, still inside of you.

after a few seconds, Rhett slowly slipped out of you. he leaned forward and lightly placed a kiss onto your lips.

you both regained composure, Rhett helped lift you off of the desk, you legs feeling like jelly as you stood up right. you weren’t sure how you’d walk normal after this. you hoped your coworker wouldn’t notice. you stared over at the clock & starting rushing Rhett to get himself cleaned up as you did the same.

making sure everything in that office was spotless & showed no signs of your previous endeavors, Rhett bent down and grabbed the battered up book.

“i’m gonna keep this for next time. soon this book’ll be nothing but loose shreds of paper after i’m finished using it on you.”

with that, your cheeks burned a bright red & he placed a kiss on one of them as a goodbye and headed back out into the open library. you couldn’t wait to do this with Rhett again.

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bunny-j3st3r · 2 months

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Wanted to write some Haycinth headcanons because he's been evolving lately.

Haycinth uses He/Him or They/them but mostly answers to He/him

He's a BIG dude, he stands at about 6"4 and is fat, built like a bodybuilder.

He learned to cook his own food being a big guy he needs to eat certain kinds of food and a lot to keep his bulk. He never really knew how to cook before meeting Rose but learned over time.

He was found by Rose in an underground fighting arena where he had been muzzled and made to fight, when not fighting he was locked in a cage practically and fed basic meals.

He's taken a lot of beatings over the years so does not remember much of his past, he isn't sure he even has a family.

He has a thing for sheep folk but thinks its just a hunger thing not realizing he literally just has a weird fetish.

He neither hates nor likes Rose but is loyal to her

He likes Daisy and the two have something going on but dosn't talk about it, it's nothing romantic but he does like her attention and seems to get in a good mood when she's mentioned.

He normally gets a few days off per month and likes visiting street food markets and trying different foods that he never really got to taste when locked up, he's also hoping the smells or tastes will trigger something in his memory.

He comes off as a scary big dude but he has a weakness for small baby animals, he will never tell ANYONE in the gang about it though because he'd never live it down.

He dislikes the idea of killing, he isn't sure why considering he's practically a cannibal and if given the chance will eat someone without hesitation.

He has said if he were ever to kill his first kill is going to be Rose, Rose is very much aware of this but is also aware he NEEDS her because he's just lost without her.

He often vaugely teases the other gang members by threatning to eat or maim them, the only ones that seem unaffected by these are Daisy, Rose, Zinnia and Gladiolus.

He's technically 'banned' from the bar because he dislikes to drink but was caught mixing coffee with energy drink after not sleeping for three days as well as stealing coffee that wasn't his.

He still goes to the bar though because he knows Zinnia won't touch him when he's 'working' and just like :) at them the entire time, smug ass.

His relationship with Gladiolus is odd at best, he dosn't consider him a friend but likes annoying him, plus with him being a Ram he keeps finding himself drawn to him.

He wears a shock collar for the safety of himself and others around him, it can only be removed by Rose and the only time it's ever removed is if Rose wants him to do a job.

The voltage in the collar isn't a small shock either, it's been messed around with by Crocus who basically made it into a weapon specfically aginst Haycinth, it's enough of a voltage shock to knock out a Rhino.

Haycinth is just an alt version of my own sona so has kept some of my sonas traits which includes immortality and shape shifting, he rarely uses the shifting form though because he thought he could at first to get the collar off but it seems to just fit around whatever size he goes.

He can't shift into anything smaller than a rat, anything smaller could do damage to his body.

He says he's Aroace but it's mostly to stop people asking about his private life, he's to dedicated to Rose to really pay much attention to having relationships.

He does get blood lust though, when his adrenline is heightened and he smells blood he's like a shark in water and will rip and tear at the source until he tastes it in his mouth.

Haycinth is used for myself to explore darker topics I don't really do often with my own sona.

#nightingale garden au #long post

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abihastastybeans · 11 months

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@jilymicrofics - June 2023

Prompt no.27: Frown (ao3)

She caught James just before he disappeared up the dorm stairs. “James, hi.” She took a deep breath. “Can you help me with something?”

“Sure,” he said, looking at her questioningly.

“I need a tutor for Advanced Transfiguration,” she stated. “Will you…” She gestured vaguely with her hands.

“Me?” James asked, smiling. “Why?”

Lily felt heat rise up her neck. “Well,” she cleared her throat. “You are very good at Transfiguration, and I wondered if you could help me with this special essay I’m writing for McGonagall. It’s fine if you can’t- I’ll manage–”

“I’d love to help you with it,” James interrupted her, a disbelieving look on his face.

Lily stopped short. “Really?”

“Yeah, It’d be fun.”

“Thank you,” Lily said, happily. “When do we start?”

“I’ve got a free period tomorrow before lunch - how does that sound?”

“That sounds wonderful. Thank you so much for doing this.”

She saw him hiding his grin. “Your first time asking someone for help, Evans?” James teased.

“You know, you’re not supposed to make fun of people who seek your help,” Lily said, narrowing her eyes.

James chuckled. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

“Stop being a prat.”

The next day, Lily found that James was a very good tutor when it came to Transfiguration. Not that she knew about his tutoring skills – because she never had the need to ask him, nor the ability to give up her pride to do so, before – but it became very clear that James was an expert in the subject because slowly but steadily, he made her feel like she was one too. They had found an empty classroom after Potions that morning and had set to work. They didn’t notice the time pass until Professor Brandybuck found them during his afternoon walk and asked them why they hadn’t gone for lunch. James stopped his elucidation of Human to Animal Transfiguration – which seemed to be an area of great interest to him for reasons Lily didn’t know – and looked at his watch, frowning.

“Blimey, Lily!” He exclaimed. “It’s quarter to one. We need to finish up soon if we want to eat.”

“There’s still a lot more to cover!”

James stopped short and looked at her. Hesitating for a moment, he rolled his eyes, before returning to his notes. “Fine,” he said. “But you are getting me food after this.”

Lily beamed. “Excellent.”

“And you better impress McGonagall with that essay.”

#jilymicrofics #jple #abi's fic

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the4thmonth · 4 months

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To Be a Hero - Book 1: Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Their Weapon, His Sister: Prologue

Warnings: None A/N: This is the very first chapter of my first ever series, “To Be a Hero"! English isn’t my first language, and I don’t really have a lot of writing experience, so please lower your expectations. I’ve never read the manga, but I’m caught up on the anime, so this series is going to follow the anime. I honestly have a really loose idea of how I want this story to go, but oh well. This isn’t proofread, so there might be spelling and grammar mistakes everywhere. This may not make sense rn but you gotta trust the process yk?? Enjoy :D Word Count: 1.4k

The sky was never out of his reach; he had flaming red wings to take him to the clouds whenever he wanted. Feathers as crimson as blood and as soft as the finest of silk adorned his back. He was blessed with great wings that allowed him to do things many could only dream of doing.

Those wings are the very same pair that had landed him and his sister in the Hero Public Safety Commission. Hawks had little qualms about his role for the Commission. He obeys orders without hesitation, even though he does so with persistent cynicism. Hawks never liked getting his hands dirty, but he would do so for the greater good.

What Hawks never came to approve of, however, was his sister having to dirty her hands for the betterment of society. There was an inkling of guilt in Hawks’ heart whenever he saw [Y/N] obey when assigned another mission or task by the Commission. She was only an infant when their mother gave the two of them to the Commission.

Hawks hated watching his sister grow up in the Commission. He would have given anything to give her a normal life. [Y/N] was trained to become a weapon for the safekeeping of society’s peace from the moment she could walk and utter her first words. He could do nothing but watch while his little sister learned to sleep with a knife under her pillow instead of a plushie.

[Y/N] was subjected to harsh training once her quirk had manifested. Not a day went by where she didn’t spend hours in multiple training rooms, just like he did. Hawks loathes how the Commission has raised his sister to be an obedient tool.

Hawks’ head is clouded as he flies over the city. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket. The caller ID is [Y/N]’s. A small smile breaks out onto his face as he picks up, “Heya, kid. What’s up?” [Y/N] didn’t call often, so this was a pleasant surprise. Hawks keeps the phone close to his ear as he snaps out of his reverie and finally becomes aware of the city below him. “Madame President asked me to call you and tell you to report back to the Commission." She’s straight to the point, as always. Hawks suppressed a sigh; it must’ve been important if they were resorting to having his sister call him back instead of doing it themselves. “Fine,” he drags out, trying to keep his tone light but running a hand through his hair. “I’ll be there in five.” Hawks headed in the direction of the Commission’s headquarters as soon as he gave his answer. He didn’t hang up, nor did [Y/N]. Hawks decides to keep the conversation going with a little small talk: “I heard you weren’t going to come back from that scouting mission until tomorrow; finish early?” “It was a false alarm,” [Y/N] responded plainly. Hawks was used to the one-sided conversations he had with his sister.

“Yeah? The Commission’s got us chasing dead ends lately, haven’t they?” “Yeah.”

Hawks chuckles at [Y/N]’s inability to continue a conversation. He figures he might as well just get to the point, “So why’d they get you to call me back to HQ? They usually just do it themselves; what’s different today?” There’s clear skepticism in his voice.

He hears a quiet sigh from the other line, “I don’t know either; they’re being tight-lipped about it. I’m guessing they want you here before they say anything.”

“Huh,” he hums thoughtfully, “guess we’ll find out.”

Hawks stood beside [Y/N] as they faced their boss. “Hawks, Nightshade,” the President addresses them.

“I’m sure both of you have heard of a villainous organization called ‘The League of Villains’ running about,” she begins, her arms crossed in front of her. “We need both of you to keep an eye out for them.” She rounds her desk to open a drawer and pulls out a file. The President hands the file to Hawks. It’s a U.A. recommendation for [Y/N]. Hawks raised a brow and browsed through the forms.

[Y/N] looked over at the forms, showing no reaction to the recommendation. Before either of them could ask anything, Madame President continued her explanation: “Hawks, your job is to discreetly keep an eye out for anything strange involving the League on your patrols.”

She looks at [Y/N] and says, “Nightshade, you will be enrolled in U.A. High. You’re to act as our eyes and ears as a student. We’ve given you a letter of recommendation; you’ll go through the Recommendation Entrance Exam next week.”

Hawks narrowed his eyes at the explanation, still looking down at the recommendation in his hands. The President addresses him, “Listen, Hawks, we need your consent and permission in order to be able to let Nightshade attend U.A.” Hawks hands the files to [Y/N]. The President may be asking for his permission, but he knows he has no choice but to give it. It would have a positive impact on his image once word got out that the No. 3 Hero’s younger sister was attending U.A. High. It was high time the public saw more of [Y/N]. There was little to object to in the proposal.

Hawks turns to [Y/N], “What do you think, sis? You alright with this?”

[Y/N] nods in response, “I’ll do what I’m ordered to.”

"Well, then, I give my permission,” Hawks says with his usual laid-back smile as he affectionately ruffles [Y/N]’s hair.

The President seemed pleased with his compliance, dismissing Hawks to discuss [Y/N]’s attendance in U.A. privately.

[Y/N] waits for the President to fill her in on the details of her mission. “Your identity as Hawks’ younger sister won’t be classified, but you will go by a false surname,” the President explains, handing [Y/N] another file. The front page was a flyer stating the time, date, and place of the Recommendation Entrance Exam.

“Don’t let yourself stand out too much; hold back as much as you see fit. We need you to act like a regular student,” she begins with a stern look. “I trust that you’ll keep your cover splendidly. We trained you to be capable enough for a task like this.”

“I won’t let you down,” [Y/N] reassures the president, flipping through the stack of forms in her hands. “All the information on your mission is written in those files. Your mission officially starts next week. Do not disappoint.”

“Yes, ma’am,” [Y/N] answers with a small bow of her head. [Y/N] turns on her heels to exit the suffocatingly minimalistic office. She’s seen her fair share of the President’s office, and it just gets duller every time. [Y/N] finds her older brother looking out the large window.

His eyes meet [Y/N]’s, ruffling her hair affectionately once more. "Hi." [Y/N] closes her eyes and leans into his touch with a sigh through her nose.

“Hi,” Hawks replies. "Y'know, most kids would be ripping their hair out in excitement when they find out they’re going to U.A.”

“I know,” [Y/N] mumbles.

“This’ll be the first time you go to an actual school. You nervous, sis?” Hawks starts to walk away from the door of the President’s office; [Y/N] follows. [Y/N]’s never needed to go to a formal school, the Commission made sure she had the best tutors.

[Y/N] shakes her head, unbothered by his tease. “No. I’m just not sure how I should act,” her eyes are glued to the floor, avoiding the cracks of the tiles. [Y/N] sighs, “I’ll figure it out.”

Hawks can tell [Y/N] is nervous, she’s never talked to kids her age, the Commission never prepared her for social interactions. He sets a comforting hand on her shoulder, “You’ll be fine, just be yourself and don’t try to be someone you’re not.”

All he gets in response is a quiet hum. Hawks decides it’s probably better to distract her for now. “How about we go to that new boba shop that just opened a few blocks down to help you relax? It’s been a while since we went out, yeah? I could make some time for you, my sidekicks could handle a few hours without me.”

[Y/N] perks up at his offer, she had a huge sweet tooth and a knack for shopping. She may have been raised as a weapon, but Hawks knew that deep down, his little sister was still a child at heart.

“So? You up for it?” He asks.

“Yeah,” [Y/N] replies.

yeah, yeah ik it's not ideal but like i wrote this at 3 am. just a lil background on how you end up in UA

#bnha #mha #x reader #platonic x reader #reader insert #female reader #fem reader #mha hawks

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skyward-floored · 1 year

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Incredibles AU: Can we see some of Malon using her powers? I don't recall us having actually seen it, unless I missed a fic?

Does the ever growing super household have a pet that narks on the boys being naughty?

TYTY love your writing

The only fic where Malon has ~vaguely~ used her powers is Lost Time, but other than that it hasn’t really been shown. Mostly because for the longest time I wasn’t quite sure what exactly it was lol

And sadly no, the boys don’t really have any pets since they move fairly often. Wild caught a frog once though, and kept it for a bit... but this story isn’t about that XD

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“Do you see her Twilight? This is Epona, she’s my horse,” Malon said gently, holding her son up to the chestnut mare. “Epona, this is Twilight, my son.”

Twilight blinked up at the horse, then Malon guided his hand to pet her soft muzzle, Twilight giggling a little when Epona blew out a soft puff of air. He gently patted her nose, and Epona looked at him with the beginnings of adoration in her eyes.

He’s absolutely adorable, Epona snorted, and Twilight smiled at her, despite not being able to understand.

“I knew you’d be friends,” Malon said with a smile, and Epona snorted again.

How couldn’t we be? I can already tell he’ll be a natural with us. Are you sure he can’t understand?

“Well if he can, he’s shown no signs of it yet,” Malon shrugged, “I wouldn’t get your hopes up girl. It’s rare the same exact power gets passed down through families you know.”

Then she showed Twilight how to hold a carrot out to Epona without getting nibbled. He quickly got the hang of it, and Epona whinnied eagerly as he held out several more carrots towards her.

Yep. He’s my new best friend.

“Malon!”

She looked up at the shout, and saw her father running out across the yard towards her, a harried look on his face.

And her father never ran.

“Malon, something spooked the cows and the fence by the cliff is down!” her father panted as he reached her side, resting his hands on his knees. “I just checked that section yesterday too, it was fine then—”

“Don’t worry about a thing father, I’ll handle it,” she soothed, then handed Twilight over to him. “I’ll have them back before you can even miss ‘em.”

She gave a whistle, and Epona turned herself around, offering her back to her. Malon jumped on without hesitation, and giving Twilight a little wave, kicked Epona into a canter, off towards the cow pasture. It wasn’t long before the panicked cows came into view, and Malon watched as the last few disappeared through the broken fence.

“Alright girl, lets round ‘em up,” she said to Epona, and she whinnied eagerly in response.

It’s been ages since there was a good stampede around here!

“Epona, really. We stopped a robbery just yesterday.”

Yes but he wasn’t stampeding.

They quickly caught up to the main group of cows, their eyes wild and panicked as they charged across the grass. Malon drew up next to them and gave a piercing whistle, watching as the cows’ pricked their ears, but continued to bolt across the grass. Malon frowned, but had expected the response. She could only reliably communicate with horses; other hoofed animals tended to be more difficult to get through to.

Especially when they were in a large, panicked group.

“Let’s try and cut them off,” she said, and Epona sped up into a gallop, running steadily until she was ahead of the herd of cows.

Malon began to urge them to turn, occasionally letting out more sharp whistles, and the frightened cows started to change course. Malon and Epona managed to get them to turn all the way back around, and she began to speak more soothingly, but still loud enough to be heard.

The cows in the front began to slow the longer she spoke to them, and the ones behind began slowing as well. By the time Malon had guided them back towards the pasture, they were merely trotting steadily along, the panic from whatever had spooked them gone.

Talon and Twilight watched her from a safe distance away, and Epona trotted over to them once all the cows were back in the fence, a smile on Malon’s face.

“There you go, all rounded up,” she said as she dismounted, and took Twilight back with a small spin. “Strange about the fence though, I wonder what happened to it?”

“I don’t rightly know...” Talon said with a suspicious hum. “...it might be nothing. Anyways, thank you Malon, it’s a good thing you were here.”

Epona let out a small huff of air.

“...and you as well, Epona,” Talon amended, and Epona looked content as Malon shook her head and Twilight reached out to give the mare another pat on the nose, along with a carrot.

That’s more like it.

#I realized I’ve never actually *written* Epona before #not like this anyway haha #lu Malon #lu Epona #lu twilight #Incredibles au #linked universe fanfic #writing from the floor #answers from the floor #mineralrabbit #thanks for the prompt!#incredibles au fic

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mashimarshmello · 2 years

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A Night In Iksan

pairing: best friend!junghwan x gn!reader

warnings: lowercase intended. not proof read. flirting if you squint. friends to lovers sort of. lmk if you see anything else.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: hiiii! this my very first writing ever so i hope you like it! since i’m new please give me thoughts & feedback, i would really appreciate it! this is just a random scenario. junghwan is my fav cow baby and he’s growing up on me so i wanted to write a fluff about him since i have a soft spot for him.🥲

you pull your phone out of your pocket to look at the time and see that it’s 8:56 PM. you and junghwan are walking the streets of iksan. the lights coming from the buildings and skyscrapers are shining on your and junghwan’s faces. he smiled while pointing at a tall building. “i think that’s the biggest one we’ve seen yet.” your bestie was always easily fascinated. it’s been like that since middle school when you first met him.

flashback

it was both of y’all’s first day and you stared at the school. you were actually pretty nervous for your first day and stood in the same place for quite some time. you look to your right side to see a boy staring at the building with big wandering eyes and a faint smile. “doesn’t this building look huge?” he asked in fascination.

you kept looking at him until he turned his face towards you. that’s when you realized he was talking to you. “oh uh, y-yeah i guess it is..” you look down at your feet avoiding eye contact since your nerves were getting the best of you. “what’s wrong? are you nervous?” the boy asked politely.

“is it that obvious?” you cup your hands to your face. the boy giggles at your nervous state. “no. just a lucky guess.” he says. “i guess i’ll see you around then?” he asks as you finally looked back up at him. “may-be..” you hesitated, looking back down.

he walks away holding the straps on his backpack, but he stops at the sudden command that came from your mouth. “wait!” he turns around with a look that’s a mixed of curious and puzzled. “what’s your name?” you look at his eyes once more. “so junghwan.” he answers. “is it okay if i walk with you, junghwan?” you fiddle with your fingers behind your back hoping for a nice answer. “yeah!” he exclaimed, having high hopes to finally befriend someone this year and you thought the same. you two were inseparable since.

end of flashback

you sometimes like to dwell on the memory of when you two first met because it was sweet and kind of adorable in your opinion. junghwan snaps you out of your daze when he grabs your hand and takes you to a white and orange kitten underneath one of the streetlights in front of your path. you see that your bestie starts petting the cute stray kitten as it purrs under his palm. “the kitten seems to like you already.” you squat down petting the small animal yourself. “hey, what can i say? the kitten seems smitten over me.” he laughs at his attempt to rhyme. you stand back up and cringe at him, rolling your eyes at his failed rhyme.

you soon take out your phone and start taking pictures of him while he’s caught off guard. he clicks his tongue at the small cat as it gives him attention, wrapping it’s tail around his wrist making the boy smile. you capture a cute picture of the interaction and well as another. you also got a cute picture of him staring at the kitten after he stops petting it, and it meowed right at him missing the touch of his petting. junghwan finally stands up and you put your phone away.

“you ready to go?” you nod and walk with him once again heading back to the hotel you two are staying at. your never ending conversations with him make the walk much better and faster. in the middle of the walk home, junghwan asked, “did you have fun?”

“mhmm” you nod. “i actually had a really nice time, it was very peaceful. you?” you looked at him. “anything is fun when you’re around.” you nudge him on his arm to stop him from playing around. “what? i’m serious.” he chuckles lightly nudging you back. “what was your favorite part?” he added on to his question. “hmm..probably the pictures i took of you and the cat.” you smile. “really? you took pictures?lemme see!” his eyes and smile grow as you pull out your phone to show him the photos taken by you.

he points at the one where the kitten’s tail is wrapped around his wrist. “i like that one. that one is my favorite.” he stares at the picture. “i like that one too, you look really cute there.” junghwan’s eyes fixate on you. the comment threw him off making him blush. you always threw compliments his way but this one felt, and even sounded, different. “thank you.” he mumbles quietly. you look at him and see that his face is all flushed and his hands are tucked in his pockets.

you know he’s flustered from the compliment but you decide to mess with him. “junghwan..are you okay? are you feeling sick?” you questioned worryingly. you touch his cheek and his head with the back of your hand to see if he has a ‘fever’. you almost touched his neck but he grabs your hand with both of his. “im fine, i promise.” a nervous laugh comes from his end as he lowers your hand gently. you laugh as you leave him convinced, and you ruffled his soft hair making his face scrunch up.

you two finally made it back to the hotel and you took a shower first, putting on some comfortable clothes and finding a movie to watch while your best friend takes a shower. as you wait, you decided to step out on the balcony, looking around the city and looking at city lights. while you’re outside admiring the scenery, junghwan comes out of the bathroom drying his hair on the towel for a few more seconds before tossing it to the side. he sees that you’re not in the room anymore so he looks around frantically until his eyes land on you, sighing in relief.

junghwan meets you on the balcony, brushing his arm on yours to signal that he’s beside you. you look to your right side to see him pouting as his wet hair covers his eyes. “are you looking at the pretty scenery without me?” he whined. you roll your eyes at the boy. “oh no, i am so sorry. how will you ever forgive me?” you fake your sincerity. junghwan brushes it off and just opens his arms. you grin and lean into him as he embraces you. his fresh scent lingering off of him relaxes you into his arms more, making you smile.

“you smell nice.” you say barely above a whisper. he pulls his head away and you smile as you look at him. you two are still hugging but you see a blush rise on his cheeks. “awe look at my blushing bestie!” you tease, squishing his left cheek between your fingers. “come on, how come you never get flustered around me?” he combs his hair with his fingers losing eye contact with you. you laugh at his own flustered state. “i don’t know, i guess i’m good at hiding it.” you slip out. junghwan lifts an eyebrow at you and you look away laughing nervously. “i— i didn’t mean it lik—”

“you didn’t mean it like that?” he asked in a teasing way. he lifts his right hand and feels your heartbeat. the pace is slightly faster than normal but he feels it speeding up. “are you nervous?” he asks with a smile sneaking up on his face. “no..are you?” you place your hand on his. his heart going at a faster pace than yours. “yes, but you already knew that.” he cocks his head. you drop your hand back down.

“i’m tired of these games you play, junghwan.” you walk away heading inside but junghwan grabs your hand and stops you. you turn and look him in the eye. “i’m tired of you playing games with me, too.” he looks for a certain response but you stare at him in silence.

“be with me.” he says.

it takes you by surprise but you finally snapped back into reality. “like you and me together? in a relationship?…” junghwan nods “i like you, and i know you like me too. i know this is out of the blue but please let’s give it a shot.” he grabs your other hand and rubs circles on the back of your hands.

you drop your head down and chuckle making junghwan nervous. “was it that obvious?” you ask him, making him feel at ease with your reply. “no. just took a lucky guess.” he laughs holding you back in his arms again and you wrap your arms around him. this moment right now has got you feeling like your in a slight deja vu moment.

the moon is shining brighter and so are the city lights. your stomach feels like tiny little butterflies are in your stomach and your best friend just confessed to you. he means everything to you and your feelings for junghwan have been lingering for quite a while.

you turn and plant a kiss on his cheek and junghwan looks at you with wide eyes.

“okay, let’s do it.”

#kpop #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #yg treasure #trsr #treasure #junghwan #treasure junghwan #treasure so junghwan #so junghwan #treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #treasure fluff #trsr junghwan fluff #junghwan x gn!reader #junghwan x reader #trsr junghwan scenarios #trsr junghwan imagines

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mysteriousdoll · 2 years

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Ishimaru Sibling Headcanons

Inspired by @incoherentramblings posts, I’ve decided to finally sort of properly post about my own Ishimaru family headcanons. I’m of the small majority of the fandom who headcanons Taka, Celeste, and Gundham to all be siblings.

Taka and Celeste are both trans! They quite literally just swapped uniforms (until Taka had to swap schools… twice…)

While Celeste was often out further engaging in her talent (and somehow always at someone’s get together), and Gundham was… somewhere, usually a shelter program with his grandmother or the local pet store, Taka was often with his grandfather being sculpted into a fit replacement. Nobody really knows what took place during that time, but it wasn’t until Taka was 11 that, after an incident, his family cut ties with his grandfather

Celeste hand makes all her clothes, as well as quite a few outfits for her siblings, and often patches her father’s trench coat.

Gundham is EXTREMELY protective of his little siblings. After word got out of them being siblings between their classes at Hopes Peak, he was much more vocal in his distaste towards Mondo, and only bites his tongue regarding Celeste’s admirers because she knows how to blackmail him.

Unlike the game Hifumi has good writing here because I liked his character up till the creepy Alter Ego thing… anywho, him and Celeste are genuinely friends! They bond a lot regarding specific manga and Lolita fashion! Celeste likes being a model for him for his art… plus it means she gets to play dress up no matter how extravagant the outfit.

While both twins have their own self destructive habits, Celeste having a tendency to bite her finger that the claw is on as well as straws and even some plastic items, Taka has more. He tugs on his hair, scratches his hands, and bites his lip.

Gundham notices this and tries to help as best he can. He’s gotten multiple stim jewelry for Celeste, and will try and occupy Taka’s hands when he gets distressed. Either with his own hands or his scarf.

Gundham was closest with their mother, and upon her passing, made a promise to her to keep the twins safe. He’s been caught a few times scolding Celeste for something mischievous or Taka for not taking care of himself

Taka is the best cook out of them all! He originally didn’t know many recipes but asked Teruteru to each him more about cooking… and while he doesn’t understand why Teruteru seems sort of frightened, he’s enjoyed the lessons he’s had.

Gundham is strong willed but the moment the twins tear up they give in. No hesitation.

Taka is a system! Ishida is part of that system, as well as a child alter known as Kiyo, and one other known one who Ishida is cautious of, only ever referred to as “Ishiru”.

While the siblings don’t associate much with one another before Hopes Peak, once there and the secret gets out, they’re much more open about it all… which secretly makes Taka happy as can be. Even if he knew that his siblings only used other names to avoid connections to the family, part of him always wondered if it was him.

Ishida doesn’t really get along with anyone in the family but Takaaki, as shown by him allowing him to call him Kiyondo (the only others allowed to do this being Taka, Kiyo, Sakura, Hina, Kaede, and Makoto.)

Celeste constantly pokes fun at Taka and Mondo’s relationship (calling Mondo whipped on a regular basis, Taka never quite understanding why), but Gundham can’t stand the two being together only due to seeing delinquents previously hurt Taka.

The kids are all very close with their father… but no one understands how such animated kids came from a man who has little to no emotion ever.

Celeste is trying to learn more and more about her father’s teenage years, as according to Hiroko and Jin, he was extremely rebellious.

Realistically, nobody in the family can resist Taka’s tears… and while it’s very rare… he will take it to his advantage when he really wants something. (Ex; hanging out with mondo late at night, having Chihiro over so she can help him with ‘computer studies’)

Taka was introduced to ARGs, unfiction, and Wham City Comedy by Chihiro. She suggested it to him when he made a passing comment that the series his friends showed him were nice but didn’t feel like they called for much beyond enjoyment… so she showed him This House and the two spent the entire weekend trying to break it down. Now he’s trying to get his siblings into some of them… they don’t seem too interested until he makes a small note about the Wyoming Incident which causes Celeste to question it, and finding herself just as invested as him.

#Ishimaru siblings #kiyotaka ishimaru #takaaki ishimaru #celestia ludenberg #Gundham tanaka #Chihiro Fujisaki #she/her pronouns for Chihiro

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Drabble idea for post rescue Elliot finding a stray kitten with no microchip or any sign of a home and trying to sneak the little guy inside. How would the team handle that? Maybe Elliot had been talking and playing with the kitten for a bit but it was scared of his teammates? (Maybe the cat was a frequent visitor before Elliot was rescued and stayed out of site until Elliot had healed more physically) idk I’m obsessed with these types of things lol this just popped into my head. This series is amazing! I’m so tempted to make fan art and I’ll dm it to you if I do and you’re ok with it! Have a great day and take care of yourself! 😊

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Oh my god, this is idea is so precious!!😍

Thank you so much for your request!! This was super fun to write

Also, thank you so much for all the love for my series!! I'm so happy you're enjoying it!! And if you do decide to make some fanart, please please please send it to me!!🙏 I would love that!!❤️

Content: brief mention of past abuse, an obscene amount of fluff, very briefly implied animal abuse

(I've decided this takes place a little bit further into Elliot's recovery, when he has a bit more free will)

Elliot had first noticed the little kitten living under the porch about three days ago, when he'd helped Landon take out the trash. It was a scrawny little thing with matted gray fur and huge green eyes.

Poor thing had been curled up in a nest of dead leaves and old, greasy paper bags. It was shivering, and Elliot's heart had ached for it. Landon had merely scoffed at it when he saw Elliot staring and said, "Damn thing's been living there since before we rescued you. I wouldn't get too close to it, if I were you. It probably has rabies or something."

Elliot had completely ignored Landon's warning. Since then, Elliot had spent the next few days sneaking out to talk to the kitten and bring it some food. It was wary of him at first, but it quickly warmed up to him. It even started to eventually approach Elliot, instead of the other way around.

Elliot desperately wanted to bring the poor thing inside, but he didn't think his teammates would be too fond of that idea. Landon, especially, didn't seem to like the kitten, and Elliot hadn't bothered to bring it up to the rest of the team.

Three days of feeding and caring for it later, Karine said something that made Elliot's heart stop.

"Apparently, there's supposed to be a pretty bad thunderstorm tonight," she said. Elliot's breath caught in his throat. Lyra hummed in response, their attention still focused on the book in their lap. "They said there might be golf-ball-sized hail and winds that could get up to sixty kilometers an hour."

Lyra glanced up at her, quirking a brow. "Since when do you care about the weather?"

Karine shrugged. "I don't know. I'm bored."

Elliot wasn't listening to anything they said after Karine's weather report. The only thing he could think of was his little friend under the porch.

"Elliot?" Lyra said, breaking Elliot out of his spiraling train of thought. "You okay?"

Elliot hesitated. "Yeah, I-I just don't like s-storms very much." It wasn't a complete lie. Storms reminded him a little too much of his captivity, because of how often Christian had tied him up and left him out in the rain. However, that wasn't his primary concern in that moment.

"Oh, don't worry, buddy," Karine said. "It's not supposed to start until six, and we won't let anything happen to you, okay?"

Elliot nodded, but he wasn't really listening. His thoughts were trained on the poor little kitten-- his poor little kitten--and the next thing he knew, he was knelt in front its living space, trying to coax it out.

"Hello," he whispered. The kitten perked its ears up. "Don't worry, it's just me." He held his hand out and the kitten began to sniff him. When it seemed satisfied, it tilted its head at him. Elliot smiled. "Would you like to come inside with me? It's not safe out here tonight."

Of course, the kitten didn't answer, but it did take a couple steps closer to Elliot, nuzzling against his hand. Elliot's heart melted. "You must've been so lonely," he whispered. "I know how that feels. I used to make friends with whatever bugs or rats decided to pay me a visit." The kitten blinked up at him and Elliot's smile turned sad. "I guess we're both a couple of strays, aren't we?" The kitten climbed up onto his lap and burrowed itself in his coat.

Elliot took the opportunity to wrap it up in his coat and hug his arms around it in order to keep it hidden. With that, he carefully pushed himself to his feet and approached the front door. Just as he was about to reach it, however, it swung open. Elliot gasped and stepped back as Lyra's face came into view.

Lyra furrowed their brows. "Elliot? What are you doing out here? Karine said there's supposed to be a storm."

Elliot didn't know how to answer. He stared at them, frozen, and silently prayed that the kitten in his coat didn't make a sound.

Lyra glanced around. "Were you talking to someone?"

Elliot frantically shook his head. "N-No, I-I was just, um..."

Lyra raised an eyebrow. "El, are you okay?"

Elliot nodded, sweat beading along his hairline. Lyra didn't look convinced. They glanced down at where his arms were clutching his coat and panic swelled in Elliot's gut.

Lyra sighed. "What's in your coat?"

"N-Nothing!" Elliot lied, shifting his arms uncomfortably. He was careful not to crush the kitten with his arms. "I'm-I'm just cold."

Lyra shook her head. "Elliot, you can't lie to me. I know you too well."

Tears started to well in Elliot's eyes. "I'm s-sorry," he mumbled, turning his face downwards.

Lyra folded their arms over their chest. "What's in your coat?" They asked again.

Elliot sniffled and rubbed his nose. "P-Promise you won't get m-mad?"

"El, I could never be mad at you. I just want you to be safe."

Elliot didn't believe them, but regardless, he unzipped his coat and let the little kitten poke its head out. It sniffed the air and it's ears twitched a bit, but it didn't do much more than that.

Elliot scratched the top of the kitten's head before turning his gaze back up to Lyra. She had an unreadable expression on her face, and Elliot's heart sank.

"Is that the cat that's been living under the porch?" Lyra asked.

Elliot nodded. "I-I was just w-worried about her. I was afraid she wouldn't survive the storm tonight, and-and I wanted her to be safe." Elliot hunched his shoulders and started trembling. "Please, don't be mad."

Lyra shook her head. "I'm not mad, Elliot, but..." Elliot flinched. "But you know we can't keep a cat in the house. Yvonne is allergic."

Elliot's lower lip started quivering. "Please?" He begged. "She's-She's all alone, and-and I promise to take care of her. I'll f-feed her and wash her and-and she can stay in my room! I'll take good care of her, I promise! Please, Lyra. She'll die if I let her go."

Lyra sighed. "Elliot..."

"I'll never ask for anything ever again!" Elliot interrupted. He dropped to his knees, tears beginning to slip down his cheeks. He bowed his head. "Please, Lyra. I'll do anything. Please, don't make me let her go."

Lyra was silent for a beat. Elliot didn't look at her, but he took her silence as a good sign. She didn't immediately shut him down. Eventually, Lyra sighed for a third time. "Why don't we come inside and talk to the rest of the team?" Elliot looked up at her, eyes shining with hope. "If you really want to keep her, it's not just me you'll have to convince."

Elliot nodded. "O-Okay."

"But this isn't a definitive yes. I'm okay with it, but I'm not so sure about the rest of them."

"I understand," Elliot said. "Th-Thank you, Lyra."

Lyra half-smiled at him and helped him back up to his feet. "Come on, sunshine. Let's go before it starts to rain."

. . .

"Absolutely not," Landon blurted.

Elliot's face fell. "B-But-"

"We can't just keep a stray cat. What if it has an owner?"

"To be fair," Karine cut in. "It's been living here for months, and we've never so much as seen a missing cat poster."

Landon rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch. "Well, what if it has a disease, or something? Yvonne is already allergic to cats."

"Yeah, but it's not a bad allergy," Yvonne added. "I can just take some allergy meds."

Karine shook her head. "You shouldn't have to do that."

"I don't mind," Yvonne assured. "I'll do it for Elliot. He deserves a little friend."

"Yvonne," Broderick exclaimed. "You have enough health problems as it is!"

"I'm fine! I'll sacrifice a bit of my convenience for Elliot's happiness." Elliot smiled a bit when he heard those words.

Broderick rolled his eyes. "Well, personally, I don't mind. My only issue with it is finances."

Karine scoffed. "As if you handle any of that."

"Broderick's right," Landon said. "Cats are expensive."

"We're not hard off for money, Landon," Lyra said. "We can afford a little kitten."

"Why are you defending this idea, Lyra?" Landon exclaimed. "You don't even like cats!"

"No, but Elliot offered to take care of her all by himself."

"And you trust him with that responsibility? He can hardly take care of himself!" Landon shouted.

Elliot's face grew hot and he turned his gaze away from his friends.

Karine smacked Landon on the arm. "Shut up, Landon! Elliot's more responsible than you are!"

Landon glared at Karine before fixing his gaze on Elliot. "I didn't mean any offense, Elliot. I just meant that you still have to recover. I don't want you to overwhelm yourself."

Elliot didn't acknowledge Landon's statement. Lyra rubbed his back and looked up at the team leader. "So far, we have four votes for yes and one vote for no. Karine, what's your verdict?"

Karine was quiet for a long moment, her eyes flicking between Elliot, Lyra, and the gray kitten in Elliot's arms. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her face was twisted in thought. Karine sighed and shrugged. "It's not like my vote really matters. The majority of you have already agreed." She waited a few seconds before continuing. "However, even though I'm not particularly fond of cats either, I suppose, if it'll make Elliot happy, who am I to say no?"

Elliot beamed. "S-So, I-I can k-keep her?"

"Under one condition," Karine said. Elliot's heart skipped a beat. "You don't give her a stupid name."

Elliot looked down at the dirty little gray kitten in his arms and smiled. "W-Well, I-I've been calling her D-Dumpling in my head. Is-Is that stupid?"

"Aw, that's so cute!" Yvonne fawned. "And it is absolutely not stupid." She shot a warning look at their leader. "Right, Karine?"

Karine chuckled and shrugged. "I suppose I can live with that."

Elliot smiled and hugged Dumpling as tight as he could without crushing her. She purred and rubbed her face against his cheek.

Landon scoffed as he watched the display. "Why do you even want that thing?" He asked. Karine shot him a warning glare, which he completely ignored. "It's tiny and dirty."

Elliot smiled as he stared into Dumpling's large eyes. "Exactly," he said. Dumpling pawed at his nose and he giggled. "She was all alone and hungry and-and probably mistreated, just like..." Elliot broke off. He'd come so far in his recovery, but remembering what happened to him was still difficult. Still, he swallowed his fear and said, "Just like me." Landon didn't say anything to that, so Elliot continued. "It-It just wouldn't feel right to leave her like that when-when I was lucky enough to be rescued."

"Oh, Elliot," Yvonne said. "You're too good for this world."

Elliot blushed, and Landon hummed. "I guess she's kind of cute, if you squint."

Lyra rolled her eyes and rested her hand on Elliot's shoulder. "Come on, sunshine. Let's go get Dumpling some food and a bath. Then, we can start introducing her to the rest of the team."

Elliot smiled and nodded, holding Dumpling in front of his face. "Welcome to the team, Dumpling."

This was so much fun to write!!!

I desperately want this to be canon, but it probably won't be until a bit further into the main story.

Also, Dumpling might be a stupid name, but it was the first thing I came up with and my girlfriend said it was cute, so I went with it😅

If anyone else has any requests, suggestions, or questions (for me or my characters) please send them to me!

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