#pet!reader

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.

“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.” ♡

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’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.”