Tags: Dark, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, power imbalance, sub!reader, puppy!reader, dom!Wanda, dom!Carol, aftercare, mommy kink, daddy kink, punishments, GN!reader, softer, nudity
Word Count: 1123
Hours slowly pass until the sound of door opening echoes through the silent house. The thud of Carol’s boots dropping to the floor catches your attention. You look in the direction of the sound, hearing her approach from another hallway. A noise of surprise leaves her throat as she stumbles across you.
“Puppy?” She questions, taking in your state. Your shorts are still tangled around your knees, your face still red from tears, and most noticeably the purple and red welts covering the majority of your backside. “Wands-” Carol turns, apparently looking for Wanda. She disappears from your view, you hear her footsteps echo up to the second floor.
You whine softly as you’re left alone again. Carol is gone for some time before she reappears in your field of vision. Her expression is hard to read, but her arms are gentle as they wrap around you. You gasp as her forearms put pressure on the backs of your legs when she lifts you up bridal style.
“Don't squirm.” Carol’s voice stills you. You loop your arm around her neck to take some pressure off your welts. She carries you through the house, you expect to go to the basement. You take in the surroundings that you ran by earlier. You start to squirm again as she approaches a staircase, not to go down but up to the second floor.
“Daddy…” Carol grunts in response, her grips tighten as you wiggle. “I'm not supposed to go upstairs.” You're hardly in a position to break more rules.
She stops halfway up the stairs, turns and raises an eyebrow at you. “You are upstairs. Thanks to your little stunt.”
“I'm sorry.”
“I'm sure you are.” Carol smirks as she starts moving again. She takes you to the top of the stairs, down another hall, and finally through a cracked door.
You peer curiously around what must be the master bedroom. You’ve never seen where the pair sleeps and you take it in with rapt interest. It's neat, the bed made and minimal clutter. You try to keep looking but Carol walks straight through the room into the master bathroom.
The bathroom is large, you see a large tub, shower, double sinks, and a door to the toilet. Wanda sits on the edge of the tub, seemingly having filled it up moments ago, steam rising from the water inside. The new surroundings are so distracting you don't notice Carol trying to set you down until your feet brush the tile for. Your arms tighten around her neck, not wanting to put weight on your legs.
"Down, pup." Wanda snaps when she notices your resistance. You set your feet, wincing and holding on to Carol as you right yourself. "In." Carol doesn't wait for you to comply with Wanda's order, she pushes your shorts the rest of the way down and yanks your shirt over your head when you lift your arms.
She steadies you as you sling your leg over the side and start to lower yourself down. The water feels heavenly on your welts, but the second your sore bottom brushes the bottom you jump up.
"No." Carol catches your shoulder, pushing you back down.
"Soak for 20 minutes, then the cream." Wanda says, resting her hand on Carol's shoulder a moment as she stands and exits the room.
You pout to yourself, trying to ignore the aching in your behind. "Earth to puppy." You jump as Carol lightly flicks your nose.
"What?" You scowl at her and rub your nose.
"You're never this quiet. You feeling pouty?"
"My butt hurts." You stare at the soapy water, avoiding her teasing gaze. It doesn't help your embarrassment when she laughs.
"Aw poor baby." She mocks. "You know what happens when you break the rules. Bad puppy's get punished. And you hurt Mommy, you're lucky a spanking is all she did."
"I didn't mean to." You grumble. "It was supposed to be you."
She cocks her head. "Is that supposed to help your case?"
"Well, yeah, you know- your head is harder." You shrug. "You're basically invulnerable."
"So what were you trying to do, hm?" She hooks two fingers under your chin, tilting your face to look at her.
"I dunno."
"Not good enough." Carol's words hang in the air until her fingers tighten around your chin, a silent command to answer.
"I don't. I was... bored I guess. I didn't mean to hurt Mommy."
"Bored. So you acted out for attention. You know that's not okay, if you want attention ask for it."
"I'm sorry."
"I believe you." Carol releases your chin. "Come on, out of the tub." She hooks her hands under your arms and lifts you out of the water with ease. She releases you to stand on the bathmat shivering as she gets a towel. You lean into the warmth of her body as she works on toweling your body dry. You don't bother trying to do it yourself, you're far from your independence from the two women. "Good, now hold still."
You flinch away as her hand first brush your butt. You can feel the soothing cream on her hands, it has a cooling sensation that eases your pain but her palms aren't gentle on your bruised flesh. You skin heats as her hands work over the sensitive flesh.
"There." You yelp and jump forward as she smacks your ass. "All done."
"Ow." You pout at her as she sets the towel and cream jar aside.
"Wait." She grabs your wrist and pulls you forward. You lean into her as her lips brush your forehead. "Go say sorry to Mommy and go to bed."
She pushes you towards the bathroom door. You walk slowly, unsure of yourself. Wanda's reading on what must be her side of the bed, propped up against the pillows. You approach cautiously, until you're standing awkwardly at her side.
"Yes?" She raises her eyes to you expectantly.
"I'm really sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to hurt you."
She looks up and down your naked body slowly. "I forgive you. You took your punishment very well" It's not true, but it makes you feel better anyway. "Come here." She pats the bed. You hesitate, but she seems instant so you climb over her to where she indicated.
With her guidance you settle beside her in the bed, situated right in the middle. The position means whenever Carol comes to bed you'll be sandwiched between them. After the treatment they've subjected you that should sound like torture, but to your exhausted body, it sounds like heaven on earth.
"Sleep now, puppy." Wanda supports her book with one hand and uses the other to scratch your ears, lulling you into sleep.
Ever see the post of that person who came drunk one night and got really excited to see their cat, and basically kissed them with lipstick on?
Can see Pet Owner!Remmick coming home drunk on an inebriated person’s blood, and kissing Reader’s face with bloody stains from his lips.
This is so cute omg
You hear the door knob turn, the sound of Remmick stumbling in— one step forward, a shuffle next— moaning quietly to himself.
You were resting on the couch, curled under a blanket, a book held in hand and was close to dozing off when he startled you.
Your eyes almost pop of out your skull when you noticed how odd he looks.
“Remmick?” You say softly, making a b-line over to him and patting him down for any injuries he may or may not have sustained.
His clothes are perfectly fine, except for the obvious blood painted at the front. Some caked against his neck, pooling lower and lower until it dips between his collar bone and into his undershirt. Other than that, he looks okay…But the big goofy grin on his face, lips painted red and his teeth sharp as can be is hard to ignore.
“Did I ever tell ya how cute you are?” He grins, cupping your face in both of his big hands.
“Yes…a lot. Are you okay?” You look him over again, noticing his pupils overtaken with red.
“I’m dandy,” He leans forward, “caught me this nice fella— he had a banjo—“ he loses his balance, his weight heavy and impossible to keep held by yourself.
you grunt, groaning and pushing him back on his feet. “R-Remmick, I think your—“
“But now that I’m here, when I look at ya, I have sooooo many thoughts in my head.”
“Remmick, you’re not well. You should sit down—“
“Like, I have these thoughts that you would look so pretty in red.”
“Please, are you drunk—“
“And I think other things. Like your face.”
You tilt your head, curious and maybe a little interested in what he had to say. Fine…you’ll humor him.
“What… about my face?”
He smirks wide, all front sets of shark teeth displayed. “I wanna pet you…or eat you…or both. Shit— I can’t decide which one is more enjoyable.”
“I think you should sit down.” You say once more, giving up and clearly not in the mood for his weird acts of showing affection.
He laughs, tone light and airy. “Wanna pet you while I drain the life from your body.” He leans forward suddenly, kissing your cheek with cold bloody lips, “god— you’re so fucking cute.”
“You just said that?”
He turns your head slightly, placing another kiss to the opposite side of your face. “Wanna drag my tongue down your neck— get you all nice and ready for me,” He kisses your forehead next. “I bet you’ll die so pretty, crying and turning while I chomp a nice big gap—“
“Okay, you’re definitely drunk.” You shake your head.
pease.. canonically, ddba!matt has “come up in his world,” so. um. might not be all that unlikely. ahem. hypothetically speaking, of course.
sd!matt murdock always knows exactly what you need—whether it’s something to spoil you rotten or a gentle nudge back on track. when he walks in after a long day of meetings at his growing law firm, the scent of his cologne and the crisp, clean lines of his suit make your heart skip. you know he’s been busy, handling clients, taking on—and winning—more cases than ever.
today, you can already tell he has something for you. the way his lips curve into a soft smile as he slips off his suit jacket tells you everything.
“come here, sweetie,” he says, and you’re at his side in an instant, bouncing slightly on your toes. he chuckles low in his throat, but his eyes are warm, soft and crinkled in that way that makes your heart flutter. he pulls out a small, beautifully wrapped box from his briefcase, setting it on the table with deliberate care. “this is for you—but before you get too excited,” he says, holding up a hand, “i need to know—did you finish what we talked about? those chapters you needed to read? the work you said you’d do?”
you hesitate for a second, and he catches it, his sharp senses picking up on the little hitch in your breath. he clicks his tongue, his hand finding the back of your neck, his thumb stroking soothing circles even as he keeps his voice firm. “baby, i’m proud of you for trying, but we talked about this. i need to know you’re giving it your all.” you nod quickly, words tumbling out as you promise to do better, and he tilts your chin up with a gentle but unyielding touch. “good girl. i want to see you succeed.”
then, finally, he hands you the box and you open it—a delicate bell collar, shiny and perfect, with a soft chime that makes you lightheaded with excitement. “you’ll wear it for me, won’t you?” he asks, fastening it around your neck with practiced care. his hand settles at the base of your throat, just beneath the collar, his touch warm and gentle but laced with an unmistakable edge of control that makes you squirm. “so i always know exactly where you are.” ♡
priestrry's coming this week??? i just saw the schedule and you have it listed! EEELKjdka;dka;jkfdj;akldj;aflkdj;k
i'm so excited! what day do you think? can you give us a hint of what's to come? i'm so fucking excited! forgive me father is my favorite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
😂 yes it is, babe! I'm so glad you're excited!
I'll post the check-in tomorrow because I'm pretty much done with it. I just need to re read. I'll give you a tiny teaser below... 👀
*NOT PROOFREAD*
teaser for tomorrow's update for Forgive Me, Father
“Is that all you want? You’re going to be in the cage for another few hours so if you get thirsty that’s going to be on you.” Harry always made sure she stayed hydrated even when she wasn’t going to be locked in her cage. He always took care of her the best he could.
She nodded silently and looked downward again.
Harry nudged her toward the bedroom and made her turn to face the cage. She half expected him to spank her or something but instead, as he walked away and then returned put the leather gag belt over her face, “Open,” he said plainly.
She opened her mouth and the silicon ball fit between her lips and silenced any noises she might have made. He secured the belt in place behind her head and removed his hands from her completely. Which she hated. She wanted him to spank her or manhandle her or something. But he was rather cold and his touch was missing completely.
“We’re going to put these in,” Harry put his hand out showing her the weighted Ben Wa balls, “take them.”
Y/n took the balls in her hand as her priest pushed at her low back, causing her to bed forward the slightest. She heard the snap of a cap and then felt his fingers on her entrance as he smeared lubricant over her.
The set of balls were connected with a thin rubber-like string. The first one was larger and the lightest, which aided in keeping them in place inside of her, while the other two were smaller and heavier. The cord would stick out and make pulling them out easier.
Harry took the balls from her hand and pushed her thighs further apart, “Relax.”
She felt him push the first, larger ball inside, his finger plunging into her deeply to secure it before inserting the next two one by one. It was a pretty sight. He loved stuffing them inside of her. Plus it was good for her pelvic floor muscle so he felt like he was doing her a favor really.
“Get in,” he gestured toward the door of the cage.
She climbed in, clenching to keep the balls in place, and got to her knees as she looked up at Harry with big, pleading eyes. He knew that if she weren’t gagged she’d have somehow found her voice in that moment and begged him to spank her or stay with her. But he didn’t have time to argue with her or listen to her soft voice and whimpers as he left. The gag was for that purpose. More for himself than to punish her.
Harry locked the cage and shook his head, “Had plans to love on you but instead, this is what you deserve. Had a hard day today, pet, and I still have to go back and endure more hours away from you yet you chose to act like a bratty child so I didn’t get to come back home to my pet and hold her and kiss her like I wanted. I needed you. Maybe when I return later on you’ll be better behaved.”
Harry sat the glass of water down next to the cage for her so she could reach out and grab it if she needed it. Her heart swelled at his kind gesture and his words. Now she truly felt awful. Felt so bad for being so mean to him when all he wanted was her love. Now she’d really gone and done it.
Puppy!reader who goes into heat and starts building a nest under Hotch's desk in his home office. And Puppy!spence is confused why she's taking all their pillows, blankets and stuffies with her. She'll even steal hotch's sweaters and (maybe even his underwear). Everything just needs to smell like comfort to her. Hotch haven't been able to find her all day and when he goes to work a little his feet meet her body and he looks under his desk and there she is. pretty please!!!
Can I just.... you know.... make a nest under his desk too? Please :)
Spencer has watched you all day, dragging every soft thing you could find with you towards Hotch's office. Although he had locked the door, you somehow managed to open it and make your nest.
You always saw him sitting in there, knowing that you would be protected while you were in your most vulnerable state.
Aaron was confused when he got home, only being greeted by the boy was out of the norm. But he figured that you had fallen asleep somewhere, having known that you had started your heat the day prior and that you'd probably hide from Spencer since he wasn't your mate in the romantic spectrum.
He shrugged when he couldn't find you, he let you be where ever you were hiding, knowing that you couldn't have gotten out and that you were somewhere in the apartment.
As he pushed himself in at his desk you groaned groggily as the tip of his shoe briefly brushed against your side. Truth be told, you had fallen asleep.
Aaron stuck his head under the desk after pulling back out, seeing you bundled up in what he could only assume was every single blanket in your sight.
"That's where you were." He smiled, leaning down to pet you. You leaned into his touch, delicately as you were still a bit out of it after waking up.
"Is that my underwear?" Hotch questioned as he saw the band of the boxers he specifically remembered throwing in the laundry basket that morning.
You let out a low whine, thinking that you'd gotten in trouble, but Aaron just pushed it away, knowing that you usually weren't much of a trash and dirty clothes stealer. He let it slide this time.
maybe like hela having reader as her pet and using her as like an energy source (reader’s powers allow her to share her energy through close contact and is like a solar panel and absorbs energy) and hela keeping reader in a dark cell where she’s really weak but like is nice to the reader?? (I’m not sure how dark this is lol)
A/N: ...I kinda want to make a series out of this somehow? Or at least a sequel? I don’t know, I feel like there’s some Fun that could be had with this. I just don’t know What. Anyone else have any ideas? Drop me an ask.
WC: 2907
Rating: PG
TW: This kinda comes off very Stockholm Syndrome-y a bit, and that’s kind of the Point, but in case that makes you uncomfortable, please tread carefully.
“Your power can be used for so much good, sweetling. And because of that, there will be people who will want to use it for bad, too.”
You’d always known there would be truth to what your mother had told you when you were younger, and your powers were first starting to show themselves, but you’d never really gotten it until your powers had made you a target for one of the most powerful people in the nine realms.
In fairness, she hadn’t come seeking you out specifically; you just happened to be on a planet she was currently hel-bent on conquesting on her father’s behalf, and you were simply collateral damage in the grand scheme of it all. And it wasn’t until you had been captured and held in a camp with the other prisoners of war that Hela seemed to become aware of your existence at all.
You’d all been lined up, you and your parents, and the rest of the people in your small little village that you’d lived in your entire life, and though you’d known what was likely to come next, what you hadn’t expected was your mother bargaining for your life.
Only yours.
“Your… grace,” she’d said, uncertain of the title of the towering woman in front of her, but beseechingly respectful of her all the same. “Please. Spare my daughter. She has a power that will be useful to you. Necessary to you.”
The woman hadn’t seemed interested; in fact, she’d only raised her sword higher, ready to strike, but your mother had continued.
“I beg of you… We do not have a name for it, but she has a sort of energy… It radiates from her. Replenishes and energizes.” Your mother had thrown herself at the woman’s feet, then, weeping and trembling, and it had taken everything in you not to go to her, lest you make things worse. “Please. Do what you will with me, but take her with you. Spare her.”
Though she still looked unmoved, the woman had turned to you, then, with piercing green eyes that seemed to glow as she looked at you, cocking an eyebrow. “Is there any truth to what she says, girl? Or is it the baseless weeping of a woman who already knows she’s dead?”
You’d glanced at your mother long enough only to see her nod once, and then looked back at her, holding your head high. “…it’s true. I can show you.” You’d held a hand out for her, and after a long moment of hesitation, she’d reached for you, but before her fingertips had even grazed your palm, she’d tilted her head in a way that looked cold and calculating, and dangerous.
“…how very strange. I’ve never felt anything like it before.” She’d circled you as she spoke, and you’d tried not to shrink under the intensity of her gaze. You’d felt like a small animal, being toyed with before you’d be eaten and spat back out, nothing but bones. “…what is your name, girl?”
You’d swallowed hard, but kept your head high. “Y/N.”
She’d nodded appraisingly, and after a moment, wrapped a hand around your wrist, and you’d felt her beginning to sap the energy from you in a slow, steady trickle. “I should think you’ll be a nice prize from this desolate wasteland. And it would be such a waste of great power, to leave you here to rot.”
The words had somehow felt like a compliment and a threat all at once, but you’d been unable to dwell on it as she’d turned to leave, dragging you along with her. “Kill them,” was the last thing she’d said to the guards that had accompanied her, and you’d screamed and tried to turn back around, as though you could do anything to stop your family and friends from dying, but the woman’s grip was firm and unwavering.
“You don’t need to see that, little one. You’ve a new home now. I’ll take care of you, better than they ever could.”
Months later, you supposed she hadn’t been completely lying. Though being thrown in a dark cell in the depths of her warship, with hardly enough food a day to keep you alive and well wasn’t exactly what you’d qualify as being taken care of, as she’d put it. But given the alternatives, which were death or worse, you tried to keep thinking of the positives. You had a roof over your head. You had food at all. And Hela wasn’t so bad, some of the times.
In fact, you’d found her to be quite nice.
Even when she’d first stolen you away to her ship, introduced herself, and explained what would be happening with you, you’d never truly found it in yourself to hate her. Not entirely. Which had been a source of great trouble, as your mind had warred with itself over hating her for taking you from your home and destroying everything and everyone you’d ever loved, and being intrigued by the very idea of her. You’d never seen a soldier who was a lady, and certainly not one who was as respected and high-ranking as she was, and you couldn’t help but to wonder how she had gotten to where she was, and how much blood she’d shed along the way.
“Darling girl, are you awake in there?”
Speak of the devil.
You picked your head up from the thin little pillow on your raggedy little cot and watched as Hela unlocked your cell, taking care to lock it back once she’d stepped inside. When she turned to look at you, she even managed a polite smile, which you knew was more of an act than anything truly genuine, yet still you bought into it, and smiled back at her, standing up obediently and trying not to jostle your chains too much.
“And how’s my sweet girl doing today?” she cooed, reaching out to run a hand through your tangled hair, and you tried not to completely melt into her touch.
Which was hard when you just wanted to be appreciated.
“…tired.” There was no point in lying. Hela would figure it out eventually, anyway. She was always adept in that manner. “…if you’d just let me out for a little bit. I haven’t seen the sun in so long…” It was the same thing you always asked for when she came to visit, and the answer was the same she always gave.
“Darling, I need to keep you in here. Where you’re safe and protected… And no one can use you for anything bad. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” She cupped your cheek gently, looking at you expectantly.
You heaved a sigh and shook your head. “…of course not, your highness,” you mumbled, averting your gaze to the floor, but all the same, you were rewarded with a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
“You don’t have to use such formalities, darling. It’s just you and me here.” She let her hand fall from your face, and you cursed yourself for missing the chill of her hand so immediately. “Come. Sit with me.”
You waited for her to sit down comfortably on the cot before you curled up in the space beside her, laying your head on her shoulder.
The close proximity was not a necessity, when it came to your power. She’d been drawing energy from you the moment she was within touching range of you, but Hela seemed to prefer to actually have you near her, when she was using you. A part of you wondered if it was a small reward to make up for any guilt she might feel, for keeping you caged down in the dungeons like an animal with no one else to talk to and hardly enough to eat.
As you settled down, Hela began to run her fingers through your hair, teasing out the tangles and knots with a gentleness that felt extremely out of character for someone you knew could murder at the drop of a pin. Even now, it threw you for a loop, how gentle she was with you, compared to anyone else she was familiar with.
“I brought you a treat today… A sweet leftover from dinner.”
You tilted your head up to look at her with a small smile, and she returned the gesture with mildly-surprising warmth.
“Yeah? Would you like that?” When you nodded, she smiled, and stopped playing with your hair long enough to pat the top of your head gently. “I thought you would. You can have it as soon as we’re finished.”
She said nothing else, and closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall, and you took the opportunity to look at her unabashedly. A small part of you was loathe to admit it, but you’d found her attractive ever since you’d laid eyes on her back on your home planet. The war helmet she wore had been intimidating, but when she took it off and wore her hair down, she looked even more beautiful. The inky black color of it against her pale skin made her look ethereal and regal, and more than a few times, you’d caught yourself imagining what she would look like in something less… formal. Something softer and pretty and… romantic.
“You’re staring, darling,” Hela murmured, but when you looked up at her apologetically, you found that she’d not even opened her eyes. She just knew.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, and tucked your head back down so that your gaze was focused on your own lap instead.
“I didn’t say you had to stop.” Her tone was light, and you couldn’t tell if she was giving you the option or telling you to keep looking. Hela was an enigma in that way. You could never quite tell what she wanted, and yet everything you gave her felt… incorrect.
“…can I ask you something?” you whispered after an incredibly long silence that went on for so long that you wanted to squirm.
Hela said nothing, but gestured for you to go on, so you nodded to yourself, and tried to come up with an actual question to ask her.
“…how did you get here?”
You could almost hear her grin before she spoke, even though you were still looking away from her.
“Well, you see, we’re on a warship…”
Despite yourself, you hummed out of a soft laugh. “I didn’t mean physically, your hi-… Hela…”
She made a soft, strange little noise when you said her name, but didn’t say anything else, so you pressed on.
“I meant… Well, I just… I’ve never seen a soldier like you before.”
Hela hummed softly, and let her hand fall from your hair to instead trail a single fingertip up and down your bare shoulder. “There are no soldiers like me.”
“Because you’re a lady?”
This time when she laughed, the sound was a little fuller. “Well, yes. But I have other advantages, as well. My training, my upbringing… I first held a sword at the ripe age of two, you know. By four, I was training. By six, helping my father plan battles, and by eight… leading them.”
“That sounds awfully much for a little girl.”
“Well, I wasn’t really a normal little girl. I’m a Goddess.”
You blanched at that. She’d never mentioned that specific detail before, and it threw you for a loop.
“And you thought my calling you your highness was too formal. Turns out it wasn’t formal enough,” you mumbled sheepishly, but Hela hummed softly, and kissed your temple gently.
“I told you. No formalities here.”
You nodded once, even though Hela still hadn’t opened her eyes to look at you. “…can I ask another question?”
You took the silence that followed as a sign to go ahead, and you hesitated for a short moment, knowing that what you were about to say could very well end up in you getting punished.
“…why do you treat me the way that you do?”
Hela finally opened her eyes then, but whatever emotions you’d brought up were hidden well enough that they weren’t visible in her expression. “How do you mean?”
Despite yourself, you felt your cheeks flush with warmth as you averted your gaze back to where your hands lay in your lap. “You treat me nicer than anyone else on this ship, and yet I’m a prisoner. You bring me treats every once in a while, and yet every other day I get but scraps for meals. I suppose I just… I don’t see the method behind your… affection.” There was truly no other word you could use to describe the way she treated you, even if there seemed to be addendums to it, and you held your breath as you waited for Hela to answer.
You were surprised when, before she even spoke, she cupped your face with a gentle hand, tilting your face up so that you were looking at each other. For a long moment, she didn’t even say anything. Only looked at you with an intensity that felt unfamiliar, thrilling, and dangerous, all at the same time. “Darling, I’m affectionate with you because you’re mine. It’s truly as simple as that.” She brushed her thumb along the curve of your cheek as she kept looking at you, and you could feel the tell-tale sign of heat rushing to your face again, willing yourself not to look as embarrassed at her proximity as you felt. She was silent for another long moment before she spoke again. “Would you rather I treat you differently? That could be arranged.”
Despite the rather obvious threat, Hela’s voice was light and calm, and you couldn’t for the life of you decide if that was a very good sign, or a very bad sign.
All the same, you shook your head immediately. “Of course not, your… Hela. I just… wanted to know where I stand with you.” You tried to smile, but the effects of your powers working on Hela were starting to make you feel very tired, and it came off as something closer to a grimace, which did not go unnoticed by Hela.
“Are you tired, little one?” she murmured, brushing your hair out of your face as she kept looking at you, and you only nodded in response, tired enough that you couldn’t complain about Hela changing the topic of conversation so deftly. “How about that treat now, since you’ve been such a good girl for me tonight?”
You managed an actual, albeit tired, smile this time, nodding immediately as Hela shifted beneath you, moving you to sit up on your own as she dug around in the small satchel at her hip, fishing out a small pastry wrapped in paper to keep it from making a mess. She carefully unwrapped it partially before handing it over to you, watching as you immediately took a bite, savoring the sweetness of the pastry with a soft little sigh.
“Better?” Hela cooed, taking to running her fingers through your hair again, and you nodded, letting her pull you back to lean against her.
It was times like these that you didn’t mind so much, being her prisoner and being kept under watchful lock and key. When she treated you like this, it was hard for you to dwell on the fact that she’d killed your family and destroyed your home, leaving you an orphan. When she treated you like this, you felt wanted.
Needed.
“Perhaps at our next stop, I can see about bringing you out with me, for a little while. Maybe a walk in the sun would help you feel a little better, after all. And if you behave, maybe I’ll even see about letting you stay in my chambers with me. Would you like that, sweet girl?”
You nodded a little absentmindedly, as you were still focused on enjoying the only thing close to a satisfying meal you’d get for who knew how long.
“Maybe I can find an old gown for you to wear, too. Something nicer than this ratty old thing that hangs off you so. One day, I’ll need to keep you with me in my throne room, after all, and I’ll want you to look more presentable.”
By now, you were almost certain that Hela was talking to herself more than she was talking to you, as she was no longer looking at you, but rather staring at the opposite wall of the cell as she continued to play with your hair gently, unaware that you had finished eating and were teetering on the edge of consciousness now that your stomach was actually full for once on top of the drowsiness that using your powers had brought about.
“How about that, sweet girl? Hm?” She looked down at you when you didn’t answer, and it was only then that she realized you’d finally dozed off, face tucked against her shoulder and chest rising and falling calmly as you slept. “Well, I suppose there’ll be time to talk about all that later. Sleep now, darling. You’ll need your strength, if you want to keep helping me.”
Carefully, she shifted you so that you were laying down on the bed, and fixed the covers over you once she had stood, tucking you in with quiet gentleness before she took her leave, closing and locking the cell door behind her.
Any... Any chance we could get more of young leighton and his pet? Ur gonna make me simp for this man all over again 😩
wait lemme just give a round off of what x!reader we got here. we got:
Work Spouses
House Spouses
Pet
Nanny
Outcast
Cheerleader
ALSO YEP, SHALL DO MORE LEIGHTON AND HIS PET.
content warning. forced public stuff, public nudity, humiliation, degradation, coercion, implied gangbang
He doesn't see the point in a relationship if he has his pet. It's his one plus, that he will turn down dates and shit, because why put up with a relationship when he's going to have to be on equal footing with a partner.
Okay, if with a AMAB!Pet, he's going to make them come to school in girl uniform, properly humiliate themselves. No underwear, wear a lacy bralette and everything. Fucks them in the detention he offered to oversee for the teacher, taking pictures of their tights trapping their pretty flushed cock trapped underneath, Mocks them for leaking, since they're so into this.
AFAB!Pet, he dares them to wait in any of the locker rooms, with just their underwear. Just stand there and let anything happen, anything at all. Of course, one of his lackeys got the camera in there up and running and maybe Leighton will come to your rescue if things go a bit further than he wants, but he'll be strolling, not running. Will watch back the footage, grinning as people surrounded you and squeezed your tits, tugged your underwear down, the works.
At least one time, he's going to have you come meet him in the park in the middle of the night. Orders you to strip down to nothing and hand him your clothes. Attaches a lead and a collar to you and leads you around, as if you're a dog and he's taking you for a walk. Does cover you with his blazer when people are approaching, pretending you're just drunk and wearing something short underneath it. Likes how helpless you are when you need him, to cover you, to walk you, to protect you.
Has a nasty idea. Introduces himself as your boyfriend to your parents and then fucks you right next to their bedroom door at night, or against your window, or takes you downstairs to the living room and fucks you stupid. What are you going to say, no?
