#poly!20squad

[whatisthisdrea]

Open your mouth and speak|Poly!20squad|

S.W.A.T x oc

I noticed that there is barely any poly! 20squad book, so why not write my own. Please feel free to message me if you have any requests.

Also please enjoy, and tell me what you think.

The neon lights of the city painted the pavement with a rainbow of shadows as the group of friends laughed their way down the crowded street. Music spilled from the bars and clubs, a mishmash of beats and voices that filled the air with an electric pulse. Jenny's heart raced with excitement, her eyes sparkling with the promise of a night to remember.

"Guys, let's go to the rooftop!" she exclaimed, tugging her friends along by the arms. They stumbled into an elevator, the laughter bouncing off the metal walls. The doors slid open to reveal a hidden gem of a bar, the city's lights glittering like a sea of diamonds before them. The cool breeze whispered sweet nothings into their ears, carrying the faint scent of distant oceans.

Jenny felt a buzz of excitement as they stepped out into the open space. The city looked so different from up here; the usual chaos muted into a serene mosaic of lights and shadows. Her friends gathered around a table, the conversation a delightful tapestry of giggles and gossip. The bartender slid over a round of drinks, the clinking of ice a soothing rhythm beneath the throb of the music.

But as the night grew later and the drinks stronger, Jenny's thoughts began to drift. She pulled her phone from her clutch, the screen lighting up like a beacon in the dark. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the string of unanswered messages from her lover, the unread count growing like a number on a broken slot machine. The texts grew more frantic, more pleading. "Baby, where are you? The guys are worried." Her fingers hovered over the screen, the urge to respond warring with the thrill of her newfound freedom.

The chill of the night air couldn't dampen the warmth of the whiskey as it slid down her throat. She looked around at her friends, their faces a blur of happiness and carelessness. How could they not see her slipping away? The weight of their indifference pressed down on her, a heavy blanket that smothered her voice. She'd been with Hondo, Deacon, Street, Chris, Tan, and Luca for three years—a secret garden of love that no one else could understand. But now it felt like a cage, the bars of their busy lives keeping her in, keeping her from living.

Her thumb hovered over the phone screen, the blue light casting a ghostly pallor on her cheeks. Each message was a shout from the void, a desperate attempt to reconnect with the people she'd chosen to let in. Yet here she was, feeling ignored and unwanted despite having so many lovers. It wasn't supposed to be this way. They were supposed to be a team, a family. But she was the one always left behind, the one they forgot to check on when the missions called or life took them away.

The whiskey burned a path down her throat, warming her from the inside out. Jenny knew better than to react like this. They were pretty overprotective of her, especially Hondo. He was the worst. So strict with her safety that it often felt like she was a precious china doll, too fragile to be allowed out of the house. But she was tired of being coddled and of being the one they had to keep safe.

"Hey, girl, are you ready to go?" Rachel's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Rachel's eyes were bright with excitement; her cheeks flushed from the cold and the drinks. She leaned over the table, her breath smelling faintly of mint and whiskey.

Jenny's hand tightened around her phone. "Actually, I think I'm going to crash at your place tonight," she said, her voice shakier than she intended. Rachel raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering across her features.

"What's up with you?" Rachel asked, her voice cutting through the din of the bar. "You okay?"

Jenny forced a smile, her heart racing. "Yeah, I just... I don't know. I think I've had a bit too much." She held up her nearly empty glass as if it were evidence of her overindulgence. "You know my pace is on the other side of town; I don't feel safe driving all the way back." It was a lame excuse, but Rachel seemed to buy it. The truth was, she didn't want to go home to face the music or to deal with the fallout of her night out.

The walk to Rachel's apartment was a blur of streetlights and the occasional distant siren. Jenny's mind swam with the weight of the unanswered calls and messages. She knew Hondo would be furious, his voice a thunderstorm of worry and accusations. Deacon would be disappointed, his silent treatment a knife that twisted in her gut. And the others? Well, she couldn't even guess what they'd say.

Morning sunlight peeked through Rachel's blinds when Jenny finally opened her eyes, a harsh reminder of the time she'd wasted. It was already 10 AM, and she had to be at work in an hour. Rachel's apartment smelled faintly of stale beer and takeout, a stark contrast to the crisp scent of the night before. The headache was a merciless drummer, pounding out a relentless rhythm in her skull.

Her stomach churned as she rolled out of bed, the reality of the situation crashing down like a hangover-induced wave. She was an assistant for Hicks, Hondo's boss, and she'd spent the night out partying instead of keeping her head down and staying safe. She'd never been good at following rules, especially not Hondo's. The thought of facing them today made her palms sweat.

"Hey girl, I got some outfits for you to wear," Rachel called from the other room. "I know you've got work in like an hour." Rachel emerged with a grin, arms laden with clothes. The sight of Rachel's kindness brought a fresh wave of guilt. Rachel had always been the wild one, the friend who knew how to have fun without the burden of a secret life weighing her down. Rachel didn't know about the missions, the late nights, or the danger that was a constant shadow in Jenny's life. Rachel knew her as just Jenny, not as the girl who had to be protected at all costs.

Jenny took the offered outfit with a grateful smile, trying not to let her thoughts show. "Thanks, Rach," she murmured, disappearing into the bathroom to change. The shower was a brief reprieve from her troubles, the water washing away the stickiness of the night. As she dressed, the fabric of Rachel's clothes clung to her like a second skin, a costume to play the part of a carefree woman without a secret in the world. She applied her makeup with shaky hands, the reflection in the mirror not quite matching the person she saw in her mind's eye.

The outfit did indeed show off all her curves, the tight dress hugging her in all the right places. She twisted this way and that, checking herself over. It was a stark contrast to the sensible pants and blouses she usually wore to work, but somehow it made her feel alive, like she had something to prove. With a deep breath, she stepped out of the bathroom, feeling Rachel's eyes on her. Rachel's mouth dropped open in shock, followed by a squeal of delight.

"Girl, you look hotter than a jalapeño in a sauna!" Rachel exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "You're going to turn heads at work!"

Jenny rolled her eyes, a genuine smile tugging at her lips despite the impending dread of facing her lovers. "Thanks, Rach. I'll be sure to keep it professional."

The outfit did indeed show off all her curves, the dress a daring dance of fabric that clung to her like a second skin. She took one last look in the mirror, the stranger in the reflection giving her a nod of approval. With a deep breath, she hugged Rachel goodbye, the warmth of her friend's embrace giving her a semblance of strength. The door clicked shut behind her, and she was alone in the hallway, the cocoon of Rachel's apartment no longer shielding her from reality.

The city streets were bustling with life as she descended the stairs, the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods from the nearby bakery teasing her senses. The heels of her boots clicked against the sidewalk with a confidence she didn't quite feel, but she pushed onward, her mind racing with the potential conversations she'd have to navigate at work. The wind played with her hair, the cool air kissing her cheeks as she walked. She felt the eyes of passersby on her, and for a brief moment, she reveled in the anonymity of being just another woman heading to work on a Friday morning.

Her phone buzzed again in her pocket, a silent reminder of the unanswered messages. She pulled it out and stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the call button. The digital clock at the corner of her screen taunted her, each second that ticked by a countdown to the inevitable. She had to tell them. They had to know she was okay. With a sigh, she swiped to answer and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" Hondo's voice was tight, the worry clear even over the phone line. "Hi," Jenny said softly, the weight of the night's events heavy on her chest. "I'm okay. I just needed some... space."

The silence that followed was deafening, the city's noise a stark contrast to the quiet in her ear. "Space?" he repeated, his tone a mix of confusion and anger. "What does that even mean, Jenny?" "I went out with Rachel," she said, her voice a whisper. "I just needed to... have some fun. You guys are always so busy, I thought you wouldn't even notice."

Hondo's sigh was a hurricane through the phone. "We're worried about you, that's all. You know we care." Jenny bit her lip, the guilt weighing her down. "I know. I'm sorry. I just... felt like I was losing myself in all of this." "Look," he said, his voice softer, "we're here for you. You're important to us. We need to talk about this."

Her stomach twisted into a pretzel at the thought of their conversation. "Everyone's on edge right now, and pretty pissed off, so be prepared."

The drive to work was a blur of traffic lights and honking horns, her thoughts racing faster than the cars around her. She parked in her usual spot, her hands shaking as she turned off the engine. The sun's glare through the windshield made her eyes water, as if it knew she had something to hide. She took a deep breath, the leather of the seat cool against her back. With a determined nod to herself, she stepped out into the bustling parking lot.

The moment she walked through the glass doors of the office, the cool air of Hicks's displeasure was palpable. His voice boomed down the hallway. "Jenny, I've been waiting for you! I need those files printed out, stat!" She quickened her pace, the click of her heels echoing off the marble floor. She didn't dare look around, knowing that the eyes of her colleagues were on her, whispering about her late arrival.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she reached her desk, the stack of files waiting like an accusation. She logged into her computer, her fingers fumbling over the keyboard. The screen was a blur of words and numbers, each one a reminder of the world she was hiding from her lovers. With a deep breath, she started the printer and watched as the pages began to spit out, one by one.

Suddenly, she felt eyes on her again. "Darling," she heard Luca's voice, and she turned around to find herself enveloped in his arms. He hugged her tightly, his embrace warm and comforting despite the chilly office air. She leaned into him, the scent of his cologne familiar and grounding. He kissed the top of her head, his voice a gentle rumble in her ear. "Baby, you had us scared. Where were you?"

Jenny's body went rigid, the weight of his concern heavy on her shoulders. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, her voice muffled against his chest. "I just needed some time."

Luca's arms tightened around her, his warmth a stark contrast to the chilly office air. "You know we'd drop everything for you, right?" He whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "You don't need to sneak around like this."

Jenny pulled back, a flicker of irritation crossing her features. "I wasn't sneaking around," she said, looking down at her desk. She felt his hand under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. His eyes searched hers, a blend of worry and love.

"You didn't tell us where you were going, baby," Luca said, his voice a gentle rumble. "We were worried. The job can wait, you know that."

Jenny nodded, a lump forming in her throat. She knew they cared, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being smothered by their concern. "I just needed a break," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the office's murmur.

"A break from what?" Luca's question hung in the air, the words a gentle challenge that made her heart ache. She didn't want to hurt them; she didn't want to make them feel like they were doing something wrong. But she also didn't want to live in their shadow, their fear dictating her every move.

"From the hovering," Jenny said, her voice a little stronger now. "From not letting me do things for myself. You guys ignore me sometimes, too wrapped up in your own worlds to remember that I have a life outside of this... mess." She waved her hand around the office, the files and computers a stark reminder of the mundane life they had to keep hidden from everyone else.

Luca's grip tightened, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. "You're right," he said, his voice thick with regret. "We've been too caught up in our own shit. We don't want to stifle you, baby. We just want you safe."

Jenny nodded, her eyes misting. "I know," she whispered. "But sometimes it feels like you guys are smothering me."

Luca's thumb brushed her cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped. "We'll try to be better," he promised. "We just want you to be happy."

Jenny nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew they had good intentions, but their overprotectiveness had become a prison of love. "I know," she said, leaning into his touch. "I just... I need to feel like I'm part of the team, not just the one you all have to keep safe."

Luca's smile softened, understanding flickering in his gaze. "You are part of the team," he assured her, his thumb still brushing away tears. "But we also care about you too much to let you get hurt."

"Okay," she said, taking a shaky breath, "but the others are pretty mad."

Luca chuckled, the sound a low rumble that was as comforting as it was alarming. "I saw Tan and Street taking it out on the boxing bag early this morning."

Jenny's stomach twisted at the thought of them being mad, but she knew she had to face them. "What do I do?" she asked, her voice small and shaky.

"You just be you," Luca said with a wink. "They'll get over it. Besides, you've got me in your corner." He gave her a gentle squeeze before letting go, his hands lingering on her shoulders. "Now, let's get to work. We've got a meeting with Hicks in five."

Jenny took a deep breath and followed him into the conference room, her heart feeling heavier with each step. The room was filled with the usual suspects, all of them looking up as they entered. Hicks was at the head of the table, his expression stern as he talked about the latest mission. The moment he saw her, his eyes narrowed. She took her usual seat, her cheeks flaming under the weight of their stares. The air was thick with tension, the scent of coffee and stale cologne mixing with the anticipation of their next move.

Hondo's eyes bore into her, his jaw clenched tight. Deacon sat with his arms crossed, his eyes dark and unreadable. Street and Chris exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of anger and confusion. Only Tan's gaze held a hint of something softer, a flicker of concern that made her stomach clench. They'd all been worried; that much was clear. But she hadn't meant to cause a scene; she'd just wanted to feel alive.

Hicks had finished talking and had to step outside and take a call. 

The door clicked shut behind Hicks, the sound echoing through the tension-filled silence. For a moment, no one moved, no one spoke. Then, as if a dam had broken, Hondo was on his feet, striding towards her. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a lingering tear. "What the hell were you thinking?" he demanded, his voice low and fierce.

Jenny took a deep breath, her heart hammering. "I just... I needed time to think," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know it was selfish, but I couldn't take it anymore."

Deacon leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Take what?" he asked, his voice as cold as the steel in his gaze.

Jenny took a deep breath, the weight of the unspoken words between them a physical pressure on her chest. "Take a night to myself," she said, her voice shaky. "To not be the one you guys have to protect all the time. To not be the weak link."

Deacon's handsome face tightened, his eyes flashing. "You're not a weak link," he said, his voice firm. "You're the glue that holds us together."

The others gathered around, their expressions a mix of anger and concern. "You don't have to deal with this alone," Street said, his voice gentle but firm.

Chris nodded, his eyes searching hers. "Why didn't you tell us?" she asked, his voice tinged with hurt. "We're here for you, you know that."

Jenny looked around the room, the love in their eyes unmistakable. "I didn't want to burden you," she said, her voice barely audible. "You guys have so much to deal with already."

"Is that so?" Hondo said, his voice low and measured. He pulled her into a hug, his arms a steel band around her waist. "You're not a burden, Jenny," he murmured into her hair. "You're our family."

Deacon's hand squeezed her shoulder, his gaze never leaving hers. "You're the heart of this team," he said, his voice a little softer. "We need you."

Tan remained silent, his eyes searching hers. Jenny stepped towards him, reaching out to grab his arm. "Tan," she whispered, her voice trembling. She needed his understanding more than anything. He was the one who had always been there for her, the one who knew her better than she knew herself.

Without warning, he grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes searched hers, the depth of his concern etched into every line and curve. Then, his mouth was on hers, a kiss that was as fierce as it was gentle. Jenny moaned, caught off guard, her body responding despite the turmoil of emotions. It was a declaration, a promise that no matter what, she was loved.

Her hand came up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, their breath mingling in the space between. "We're sorry," he whispered. "We'll do better."

Jenny nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I just needed to feel like I was in control of my life," she said, her voice trembling.

"You are," Hondo said, his hand tightening around her shoulder. "You always are, baby. We just need to communicate better." His breath was warm against her neck, his words a soothing balm to the turmoil inside her.

Her eyes searched the room, finding each of her lovers' gazes. They all had their own ways of showing affection, their own ways of saying sorry. Street offered a tentative smile, his eyes filled with regret. Chris reached out, his hand finding hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. And Deacon, ever the stoic one, nodded in silent understanding.

Hondo's arms tightened around her from behind, his head resting on her shoulder. His voice was stern, a firmness that made her knees buckle. "But never that again, understand?"

Jenny nodded, feeling the warmth of his breath against her neck. "Yes, sir," she said, her voice filled with a hint of defiance that she couldn't quite suppress. The room went quiet for a moment, and then, like a dam breaking, everyone started to chuckle.

"What?" she asked, her voice small and confused.

Deacon's expression was serious, the belt in his hand speaking volumes. "You're important to us, Jen," he began, his voice a gentle rumble. "But that doesn't mean we don't need to keep you in line."

Her eyes went wide, a mix of fear and anticipation. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her breath hitching in her chest.

"What does it look like?" Hondo's voice was low, the command in his tone unmistakable. He bent her over the conference room table, his hand firmly on the small of her back, keeping her in place. She could feel the heat of his body, the unyielding presence that sent a thrill of excitement down her spine.

"Guys, what if somebody sees us?" She whispered, her heart racing as she glanced over her shoulder at the closed door. The sound of their footsteps had long since faded into the background, leaving them in a cocoon of secrecy.

Street's grin was wicked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then let them see," he said, his hand coming down with a firm smack on her upturned bottom. The sound echoed through the empty office, making her jump. She felt a blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, her ass stinging with a heat that seemed to radiate through her entire

[solesommerso]

Shut up | Hondo x Street

- the content below is 18+, if a minor or uncomfortable with sexual content please click away

a/n: this is technically a poly!20squad fic but it focuses on Street and Hondo. I don’t know if I really like this but I’m posting it anyways

Summary: Street topping Hondo for a change

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, knife play, slight blood

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Hondos hovered over Streets body on the large king size bed in the middle of the master bedroom Hondo and Luca usually share. The other members have their own little ventures going but are more focused on Street and Hondo than anything else.

Street was reckless in the field today, Chris has throughly chewed him out for it, everyone else has given their own little talks that mostly consist of 'we're a team trust us' or 'you could get hurt if you don't stop being so carefree' which Street has heard maybe one too many times by the looks of it.

Chris knew this day was coming, she knew it before Street seemed to, she could see it in his eyes anytime Hondo said a certain phrase or maybe edged him more than usual. He would snap eventually and Chris was waiting patiently for that day.

Today. Today was the day beacuse one minute Hondo had a hand splayed over Streets shoulder to hold him down and the next Street was shoving Hondo flat against the bed.

"God do you ever shut up!" He sneered as both his hands dig into Hondos shoulder so tightly it would surely leave a trail of bruises. Hondo can't seem more shocked with a slack-jaw and wide eyes.

"Seriously shut the fuck up! God you talk so much!" Streets hips rolled his and Hondos still clothed laps together. Their shirts had been discarded long ago and all that remains is jeans with the belt buckle open on Hondos pair. The friction alone is driving Hondo crazy.

"I can't listen to you repeat things I've already heard! You need to watch your fucking mouth!" Streets hand has a grip on Hondos jaw as he presses Hondos arms above his head with the other hand. Hondos flushed face as his cock hardens under the movement Streets giving.

"You are going to listen to me tonight, got it?" Streets hips fully stop the rhythm of back and forth so he can stare down to Hondo. Hondo doesn't say anything just sputters a minute and Streets face gains a small smirk.

"What is it? Can't talk?" He teased with his hand cupping Hondos jaw only to dig his fingers into it the next second.

"Are you going to listen to me?" Street questions with a harsh tone and usually Hondo would give a response or flip Street around to punish him but all that comes out is a shaky nod followed by a moan when Street rolls his hips.

"You like to tie me up so why don't we do that, which color, red or black?" Street holds the restraints that are normally used on himself up for Hondo to see. Their both stripped down to their underwear and Hondos desperate for something as his talkative side seems to be invisible in this case.

"Red it is." Street decides when Hondos eyes just duck down. Street makes quick work of getting Hondos wrists tied to the bed frame along with his ankles.

"You know the rules, if you want to stop say the word Juice and we stop no questions asked. Now big boy, I have some words I'd like to say to you and you are going to listen like a good boy." Streets straddled over Hondos lap but he's yet to take his own boxers off so Hondos aching cock is just rubbing up against the clothing as Street leans down to kiss on Hondos collar bones. One of his hands hold onto Hondos shoulder while the other keeps a matte black dagger pressed to his ribs with only slight movements.

"I've heard you say the same things to me time and time again and to be quite honest- I'm sick of it. It's tiring." Street has the knife tip tracing lines against Hondos chest as his breathing quickens a bit and sweat beads down.

"You need some new material baby or I’m just going to have to do this more frequently." Street pauses the knife over Hondos nipple where it just barely misses the mark to cut the skin and instead glides down to between Streets thighs and over the skin showing of Hondos stomach not yet covered by Streets body.

"You like this don't you? You like being under me not even able to mutter a word." Street smirks when Hondo lets out a whine as Streets hips again stop the rolling they were doing against Hondo. He's been so close so many times only for Street to stop right before.

"You wanna come baby?" Hondo nods maybe a little too eagerly as Streets grin only gets wider.

"Too bad. You've had plenty of time to learn how to take it like a good boy, you better remember." The knife tip digs into Hondos chest just enough to draw a small drip of blood. Hondo jerks with a whine and Street just clicks his tongue.

"Good boys don't whine do they?"

[marerosa]

PETS PARADISE AU! - requests open

|| dark!afab reader x poly!20 squad || au masterlist

|| “it’s not like I’m asking to be your wife, I wanna make you mine but that’s hard to say” — ‘training wheels’ m.m

disclaimer ; the content below is 18+, if a minor or uncomfortable with sexual/mature content please click away, I am not responsible for the media you consume or interact with

warnings ; dark!reader, pet play, kidnapping, marks, shock collars, leashes, cages, tying up, trackers, swearing

notes ; full creds to @blathannabeaga for the title and listening to my brainrot abt this

Plotline ; dark!reader kidnapping 20 squad, still keeping them fed, bathed, hydrated, still in tip top shape, the only catch is that each day they’re to be used as readers personal pets

Setting- a mansion type house with top security none of 20 squad can break out of, at first the team stays tied down, unable to move from the room they were originally put in, but eventually they’ll have free range of the house unless they’re being used by reader.

There’s 6 separate bedrooms but most days reader makes them all sleep on their floor so they can have all their “pets” around, occasionally Chris gets put in a cage for the night <3 but sometimes reader lets Tan or Chris stay on the bed

There’s also a backyard garden that’s huge, a pool, flowers planted, a ton of room for them to run around if want, and of course, a huge ass fence so nobody can see in and nobody can get out

Safety measures- shock collars. Yes you heard me. They wear shock collars that are very low grade but have trackers on them so reader can monitor where they are in the house and make sure nobody’s trying to escape, and eventually the shock collars aren’t as frequent but trackers are always used. There’s also normal collars and leashes used whenever reader pleases

Order in which they’re used first- Street, Chris, Luca, Tan, Deacon, Hondo

Animals of the team- Chris as a dog, Street as a cat, Tan as a bunny, Luca as a dog

Members- how/when they’re used

Street - he’s used the most, he always offers himself up, he thinks it’s better him than anyone else since reader can be a bit unpredictable with what they plan to do for the day. He’s also the roughest with reader, at first he was all snarky and sarcastic but that dies down the more days go on, instead he just likes to leave a lot of marks on reader, bruises on their hips, teeth marks on their neck, hickeys on their thighs, it gives him a sense that he’s in control (even if he’s not really)

He’s a lot softer when he’s in cat space (ie.acting like a cat) and loves to snuggle into readers lap to let them pet him, or curling into a sun spot on the floor, and laying beside reader as they play fetch with Chris in the garden. He also wears a collar with a bell on it that Chris likes to swat at occasionally and it jingles when he walks or leans down to drink from one of the cute dishes readers bought him

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Chris - at first chris tries her best to pretend that she isn’t bothered/intrigued by reader and their games, it falls quickly. The first time it’s “her day” with reader she becomes an absolute mess, babbling by the end and clinging to reader begging them not to leave. She gets used when reader needs someone particularly clingy.

Reader also finds that Chris responds well to being told what to do, orders work better than options, leashes and muzzles work very well too. Most days chris is being used reader has Chris on a leash as they walk around the house with maybe a toy inserted in Chris while reader tells her things to do like washing dishes or keeping a conversation with someone, she gets muzzled frequently too

When she is in puppy space (ie. she’s acting like a puppy) it’s not just for punishment, it can also be reader petting her head as she comes down from her high, them playing fetch in the garden when it’s sunny out, getting a new chew toy for her, dressing her cage up all nice and pretty

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Tan - he’s so sweet and soft that reader has a hard time being rough or super mean with him which honestly works out fine. Tan just ends up being used to play with the others, messing with Chris’s toy as she’s ordered not to cum, teasing Street when he’s trying to fuck reader all smug, going around to distract deacon & Hondo as they try to do things— he is the ultimate tease but he’s so sweet that nobody can stop him

But when he’s in bunny space (ie. acting like a rabbit) he’s very content nuzzling against reader and spending tons of time in the garden doing what he pleases, he also wrinkles his nose up at things he doesn’t like and it is adorable

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Deacon - he gets used the least and mostly watches or is in charge of random household things such as cooking & cleaning, he gets rewarded for this by reader. He’s still married so reader lets him keep some of his dignity, but it’s very little, and when deacon is used? Oh he is used. He doesn’t have a pet space, he’s more used to watch over the others and as a personal sex you when reader wants

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Hondo - despite being the leader and who people would assume to put himself in front to be used, he was the last to be touched by reader, it honestly causes a slight rift between the team. They all thought Hondo was this fearless guy only he seems to get choked up seeing reader in a bra— but his time comes, as does everyone’s, and he is not disappointed nor is reader. He still doesn’t get used a lot and sticks to working the house with deacon to keep himself occupied. He’s in the same boat as deacon with the pet play, he just doesn’t. But he’s still fucked dw

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Luca - he’s the third to get touched, feeling better after watching Street and Chris get played with a few times. Reader goes particularly rough with Luca at first as he’s such a big guy that they assume that’s what’ll make him excited, they soften up when they learn he’d rather make things fun and less intense.

But much like Chris, he’s leashed and muzzled at times, not as often as Chris but sometimes he doesn’t complete what tasks are set for him and reader decides a leash is the only right way to handle it. Him being in puppy space is to make him follow orders rather than Chris who spends much longer periods as a puppy

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[ Extra — after so much times goes by the outside world concludes that 20 squad died in a very mysterious way so they implement a new team with Alfaro, Zoe, and Alexis on it. Only for months later the new team members go missing too, I wonder where they could’ve ended up? ]