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Another Spencer. (9)

Carlton Lassiter X Female Reader (Shawn's Sister)

Summary: You finally moved back to California after almost 15 years away. When your mom and dad separated, your dad got Shawn and your mom took you. (Don't ask me why it's just what they agreed on). But now you're back! And you never expected to meet such a dashing Detective that would sweep you off your feet.

Characters: You, Carlton, Shawn and Gus, Juliet, Henry Spencer (dad), Madeleine Spencer (mom), Chief Karan Vick, and mention of many other characters.

Warnings: None!

~This story follows the show Psych. Plots from episodes are mentioned and some chapters will have you added to them. I do not own any characters from the TV Psych, just a big fan of the show and a bigger fan of our boy Lassie. I couldn't ever find something that hit my craving for Lassiter so here I am. This will also be a very long story. Very long. I'm starting it towards the end of Season 2 and plan on writing it throughout the whole show, skipping some episodes but in the end, it'll be very long.~

Please let me know what you think in the comments! Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list too!

Chapter 8.

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You tried to straighten yourself out after bawling in a conference room alone. You wiped your tears the best you could, but your eyes still showed the crying session you had just had. You opened the conference room door and took a sharp turn towards the exit, bumping into someone. “I’m sorry-” you choked out, trying to maneuver around the person you bumped into. 

“(Y/n)?” Your dad’s voice broke your selective hearing, and you looked up to see that he was the one you bumped into. 

“Dad-” you mumbled, running into him and wrapping your arms around him. You let yourself break and started crying into his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you tightly, protecting you from whatever he could. Your dad was shocked and worried. He looked around for your mom and saw Shawn staring at him through a window in a different conference room. Henry nodded at Shawn, and Shawn looked to see you in his arms. He got up and opened the door, ushering you and your dad into the room where Shawn and your mom were. Your sobs filled the room, and you were sat down on the couch, still hugging your dad as your mom came over and started to rub your back, and Shawn crouched down next to you. 

“Sweetheart,” your mom whispered to you, “What happened?”

“Carlton-” you sobbed, and your mom and dad looked at each other, knowing instantly. 

“Carlton?” Shawn questioned and looked at your parents. “Like Carlton Lassiter? What did he do?” Shawn looked out of the windows in the conference room, seeing Carlton looking at your family. Shawn frowned and noticed that Carlton’s eyes were red, and he looked devastated.

“(Y/n) and Carlton had been seeing each other for the past few weeks,” your mom answered Shawn, causing him to look back at you and then back at Carlton. Shawn looked at him with an angry frown and reached down to grab your hand. You sat up, pulling away from your dad. 

“He found out I was a Spencer. He never knew since I changed my last name when I moved to Colorado. He told me he’d never date a Spencer.”

“Oh, honey,” your dad said, pulling you into him again. You started crying again, but not as much as before.

“We were perfect last night,” you mumbled.

“He didn’t say anything else?” Your mom asked.

“No, he just doesn’t like Shawn, and I guess he would never wanna to be related to him. There might’ve been something else, but if there was, he didn’t say anything about it.”

“Come on,” Shawn said, standing up and grabbing your hands. “We’re gonna walk out of here with our heads held high, get dinner with Mom and Dad, and then go to the movies.”

“Shawn-” your mom started in a warning tone.

“Okay,” you mumbled and sniffed, standing up. Shawn wrapped you in the tightest hug he could before pulling away and looking you in the eyes. 

“I told you I needed to meet this guy first,” Shawn joked, which got a small smile from you.

“I knew you would’ve said no,” you joked back. Your parents stood up and looked at you and Shawn, small but happy smiles on their faces. They looked at each other and gave each other a small hug, sharing an unspoken pride in you and Shawn. 

“Gus also would have said no,” Shawn added, and you laughed again, wiping your cheeks. Shawn looked into the bullpen of the precinct and made sure Carlton was out of the way. He saw him back at his desk, head hanging. Shawn couldn’t explain how he felt towards Lassiter. He was angry at him for several reasons, disappointed in him for having such a closed-off mind, and worried about him. Shawn didn’t want to say anything to you, but he could tell Lassiter was genuinely devastated by what just happened. As you walked out of the room, your head low, Shawn tried to guide you out as quickly as possible. 

“Oh! (Y/n)!” Shawn internally flinched as Chief Vick’s voice echoed in the precinct. He hoped the Chief wouldn’t want you for long. You looked up, hoping you looked at least kind of okay.

“Yes, Chief Vick?” You sniffled, and when you looked up at her, she looked worried about you.

“Is everything ok?” She asked.

“Yeah! Sorry, just a little bit of a rough day,” you semi-lied, trying to keep a professional demeanor now.

“Okay…” Karen trailed off, looking at your whole family. “Are you all related?” You froze slightly, looking at Shawn. 

“Yes, we are.” You said, and Karen smiled. 

“That’s good to know. And nice to see,” Karen whispered to you. “Do you have a second to speak about something important?” You looked at Shawn and your parents, and they all gave you small nods, and Shawn threw in a shoulder shrug. 

“Of course, Chief,” you agreed and followed Karen into her office. You shut the door behind yourself and sat down in a chair across from her as she sat in her chair. You looked around, slightly uncomfortable. Karen reached across her desk, handing you a paper and some tissues. “Thank you, Chief,” you smiled up at her and looked over the paper, seeing details about an onsite counselor for the SBPD. Your heart simultaneously sank and jumped at the idea. You looked up at Karen with shock on your face. 

“I was able to get a position approved for you, here at the Santa Barbara Police Department. Detective Lassiter informed me that you were interested in something like this happening. He also told me you would want to keep your current practice open still, is that correct?” Your heart sank again, remembering how perfect everything was this morning. 

“Yes, I did mention that to him. I have a well enough established clientele that it's hard to cancel on them all. I can make that schedule work around whatever the department would need from me.”

“My thoughts,” Karen started, leaning on her desk, “are that you would be available for sessions after an officer is involved in any shooting of any kind, and be available for scheduling if an officer or detective wants to have a session with you.” You nodded along with Karen while she was talking. “You would also handle more cases, like what you came in here for before, where someone needs to have more of a counseling interrogation, rather than a detective interrogation- if that makes sense.”

“Yes, I believe it does,” you agreed. “So any heavy trauma case, cases with kids, I’d need to be available, I’m sure right away, since those cases are never predictable. And scheduling with an officer or detective, no matter if it's just a session or a session after a use of force, that’s easy to schedule if I’m here,” you thought aloud, trying to come up with some sort of a schedule. “I would still need my weekends,” you said, looking at the Chief, and she nodded to that statement. “Could I have two days to my practice? Thursday and Friday perhaps?”

“Would you be willing to be on call on weekends and holidays?” The Chief countered, and you thought for a moment. 

“I would be open to that,” you agreed, and you quickly looked out of the window in the Chief’s office, and saw Carlton looking at you and the Chief. You shifted your eyes quickly and gulped. “Chief, I do have to tell you something before we continue discussing this.” 

“What is it?” “Carlton Lassiter and I were seeing each other for a few weeks. We uh…it actually just ended,” you said, sniffing and looking down at your lap, trying to force back more tears.

“Oh,” Karen said quietly, almost shocked. You looked back up at her, and she looked out towards Carlton. “Would you be able to work here comfortably?”

“I think so. As long as I don’t work right next to him. I can also handle working on cases with him. It just may take some time.”

“Okay,” Karen gave you a bright smile, and you smiled back lightly. “I’ll start talking with HR and my superiors to flesh out your position.”

“Thank you, Chief. It means a lot that you’re going through so much trouble to hire me.”

“You were imperative to the last case. I greatly enjoy your work,” Karen smiled at you, and you both stood up, and you shook her hand. “I’ll be in touch, (Y/n).” She said and nodded. You nodded back and turned to leave her office, closing the door behind you again as you rejoined your family. 

“What was that about?” Shawn asked, looking at the Chief. He moved his eyes over to Carlton and noticed how he was staring at you all, intently trying to listen. 

“The Chief offered me a job. We kind of fleshed out what my schedule would be since I have so many clients now.”

“That’s fantastic, sweetheart!” Your mom said excitedly, and your dad gave you a big smile. Shawn looked at you intently to try and figure out how you really felt about it. He saw the hope and fear in your eyes at such a proposition. 

“Yeah, it's pretty exciting,” you said neutrally, not wanting to dwell on the job or Carlton. “Let’s go get dinner, yeah?”

~I know, you know~

You and Shawn dropped your parents off at the SBPD after the movie. You drove Shawn, so he was still with you. Once you said your goodbyes to your parents, you and Shawn sat in a comfortable silence in your car. It was the first time since you left the precinct that it was silent; your parents and brother did a fantastic job of keeping you distracted and occupied the whole night. Your head started to hang, and Shawn looked over at you. He had never actually seen you work through a breakup, since you and your mom left around that age. You were doing okay with everything, but Shawn already had a plan and had called Gus before you left the movie theater. “I didn’t think Dad was gonna enjoy that movie as much as he did,” Shawn broke the silence. You chuckled slightly and nodded your head.

“Me either,” you agreed. “I think he liked the dinosaurs the best.”

“You’re right,” Shawn chuckled lightly, and you laughed with him. 

“Do you want me to drop you off at home or…?” You finally asked. 

“What do you want?”

“I’m not sure,” you mumbled, head hanging down again. 

“I know you’re of sound mind and everything…” Shawn started, and he reached over to place a hand on your shoulder, and he gave you small, encouraging rubs. “But I’m not sure if I want to leave you alone tonight. If you’ll have me, I’d like to come over and keep you company. And Gus would like to come as well,” you sniffled, as tears started to form in your eyes again. 

“Did you tell Gus?”

“I gave him a vague description of what happened. He doesn’t know you were with Lassie, though. Only that you’re going through a breakup.”

“Thank you, Shawn,” you looked up at him and smiled. He gave you a small smile back and reached up to wipe tears off your cheeks. 

“Let’s go to your house. I’ll let Gus know to meet us here.”

“Okay,” You said with a slight cheer in your voice. You started driving to your house, and Shawn called Gus. “You can tell him I was seeing Carlton,” you added before Gus picked up. “I’d rather not have to explain everything.”

“Sounds good,” Shawn said right as Gus picked up the phone. “Meet us at (Y/n)’s house!” Shawn said excitedly into his phone. “Yeah, bring all of it, dude…Uh huh…If you really want us to review and watch the video, sure, you can bring it…Oh, also…Uh (Y/n) was seeing Lassie…Yeah, Carlton Lassiter…Yes, the Head Detective…Gus! I am like 1000% sure there’s only one Carlton Lassiter in the world!” You shifted at how often Shawn was saying his name, but there was also a smile on your face at how Gus was having a hard time fully comprehending that you were dating, possibly the biggest thorn in their sides. “Okay, we’ll see you soon.” Shawn ended and closed his phone. “I’m sure you can gather that Gus is surprised you were with Carlton.”

“I figured that was what was happening. You’re honestly taking it better than I expected.”

“I think it’s just a lot to process. I care mostly that you’re hurt and I wanna make sure you’re okay,” Shawn admitted honestly. “Once you’re better, I will, however, make fun of you daily.” You laughed and smiled at Shawn. 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” 

The drive to your house was quick and relatively silent, with some talk here and there between you and Shawn. He respected that you needed some silence, and you appreciated that. “I hope you and Guster know I’m probably gonna cry tonight.”

“I think we both are expecting it. I will say that this is the first breakup I’ve ever seen you go through, so I really don’t know what else to expect.”

“Not much else. Loathing with a sprinkle of depression is what happens to me,” you joked and thought about Carlton. “I won’t lie and tell you this relationship meant nothing to me. It was still new and fresh, but I was comfortable with thinking about the future.” You heard Shawn suck in a breath, but he held his tongue. You laughed, knowing Shawn was about to insult your taste in men.

“I’m sorry, sis,” Shawn said sincerely. “But Lassie??” you laughed again. 

“Yes, Lassie.”

“But Gus and I complained to you so much about him!”

“If it makes you feel any better, he complained about you two a lot too, and I didn’t tell him.”

“You sly bastard,” Shawn laughed as you pulled into your driveway and saw Gus’s car parked out front. “You beat us!” Shawn shouted at Gus while he got out of your car. You followed shortly behind, walking up to the men and smiling at Gus. Gus looked at you and gave you a smile. He opened his arms and wrapped you in the tightest hug you’d ever received from him. 

“How are you?”

“I’ve been better,” you muttered into his chest.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n),” he whispered and rubbed your back. Gus pulled away and held your shoulder in his hands. “But Lassiter? Really?” He shook you back and forth, making you laugh. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you brush him off, and he stopped shaking you. “My relationship with him was probably better than all your recents combined.” Gus clicked his tongue at you and turned his nose. 

“You wound him, (Y/n)!” Shawn sighed dramatically, and you rolled your eyes and unlocked your door, letting Shawn and Gus in. 

“You’ve gotta tell me why him at some point,” Gus pleaded with you. You gave him a small smile and looked at the floor.

“I might,” you said with a shrug. “Honestly, you seem so distraught about it, I might just let it remain a mystery. 

“You wouldn’t dare,” Gus said, and he walked over to your freezer and started putting ice cream inside. 

“You didn’t have to bring anything, Gus.”

“I wouldn’t say that just yet, (Y/n),” Shawn interjected as he got comfortable on your couch. “Gus wants us to watch his rough draft of the movie he put together for our high school reunion.”

“Your high school reunion is soon? Wow, that makes me feel old,” you said while sitting next to your brother. 

“You feel old? How do you think we feel?” Guster asked as he walked over with your favorite ice cream and handed it to you.”

“Don’t get too excited, it's our 13-year reunion,” Shawn said with a sigh.

“Why 13 years? You couldn’t have waited two more?” you questioned while Gus sat next to you and grabbed your TV remotes. 

“I did not come over here to be questioned and mocked by the Spencer siblings,” Gus defended, and you and Shawn both laughed. Gus got up and put his DVD in, and sat back down. “I need your honest opinion because I only have a day or two left to make the right changes.”

“You got it, boss!” you said energetically and started to eat your ice cream, sharing it with Shawn. You all watched Gus’s video, and you noticed there were quite a few parts with Gus- in fact, it was primarily about Gus. You and Shawn gave each other some looks and smirked at the video. “It was good, Gus!” 

“Does it need any changes?” 

“I don’t think so, dude,” Shawn added and took more of your ice cream. “I think it was good. When are you showing it?”

“Towards the end of the reunion, before we announce the reunion King and Queen.”

“When’s the reunion?” You asked.

“This weekend,” Shawn answered, and he leaned back on your couch, taking the remotes from Gus and choosing something else to watch. 

“How did I not know this was happening?”

“Well, Gus has been working on it the past few weeks, and I haven’t told anyone,” Shawn responded. Gus huffed at Shawn’s response and looked at you. 

“If it's not obvious, I haven’t had a lot of help with this,” Gus sighed, and he leaned back in his spot and kind of leaned against you. 

“I could help you, if you still need help, Gus,” you offered. You knew being busy would help keep your mind off of everything, and since Shawn and Gus were gonna be busy with the reunion this weekend, you might as well be busy with it too.”

“Really?” Gus asked, hope in his voice. 

“Of course!”

“I would like that,” Gus smiled at you. “I have final preparations tomorrow, and you’re welcome to come to the reunion to either help if you want to still, or just to be with us.”

“I’ll be there,” you confirmed and leaned against Gus too, and Shawn looked over at the two of you. 

“So now I really have to go to the reunion, don’t I?” Shawn asked, and you nudged him. 

“It’ll be fun!” You countered, and Shawn sighed dramatically before finally picking Marely & Me. “Shawn, do not play that movie,” you said in the sternest voice you could muster. 

“It’ll help you cry!”

“I don’t need any help with that, thank you very little!”

“Fine! What do you want to watch then?”

“I vote either Iron Man or Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.”

“I like Iron Man,” Gus agreed, and Shawn sighed. 

“That won’t make you cry.”

“You’re right! So we’re gonna watch it!” 

“Fine!” Shawn exclaimed and scrolled through to find Iron Man. You and Gus high-fived and got comfortable, sharing the ice cream he bought you. 

~That I’m not telling the truth~

The days had come and gone leading up to the high school reunion. You had spent the past two days helping Gus transform their old gym into an oasis for the party. Currently, you are back at your house, showering and getting ready for the reunion tonight. You hoped and prayed for a quiet evening, not expecting much, but you knew tonight would help you move on and up. You knew you needed to move on from Carlton before the Chief finalized your position. Your phone buzzed, and you saw a text from Shawn asking where you were. He had told you he was gonna depend on you through the night since he didn’t want to be there anyway, and Gus was gonna be busy taking care of everyone. You sent Shawn a text back, telling him you were going to be on your way soon. You finished getting ready and looked yourself over one last time, deciding to head to the school.

Chapter 10.

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[ktdragonborn]

Another Spencer. (8)

Carlton Lassiter X Female Reader (Shawn's Sister)

Summary: You finally moved back to California after almost 15 years away. When your mom and dad separated, your dad got Shawn and your mom took you. (Don't ask me why it's just what they agreed on). But now you're back! And you never expected to meet such a dashing Detective that would sweep you off your feet.

Characters: You, Carlton, Shawn and Gus, Juilet, Henry Spencer (dad), Madeleine Spencer (mom), Chief Karan Vick, and mention of many other characters.

Warnings: I'm sorry.

~This story follows the show Psych. Plots from episodes are mentioned and some chapters will have you added to them. I do not own any characters from the TV Psych, just a big fan of the show and a bigger fan of our boy Lassie. I couldn't ever find something that hit my craving for Lassiter so here I am. This will also be a very long story. Very long. I'm starting it towards the end of Season 2 and plan on writing it throughout the whole show, skipping some episodes but in the end, it'll be very long.~

Please let me know what you think in the comments! Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list too!

Chapter 7.

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You sat in your office quietly, waiting for the time to pass. It was your lunch hour, and you had already finished all your extra paperwork. You flipped through a book while you ate your lunch, and when your front door opened, the little bell you had attached to it rang. You looked up to see your mom smiling and looking around your office. “Hi, Penguin.”

“Hi, Mom,” you said, standing up and walking over to her. “How did you find my office?”

“Your dad gave me the address. Said you’d be having lunch around this time. Shawn’s a lot harder to track down than you are.”

“He’s all over the place these days. I know he’s been helping Gus with something recently. He said he wanted to get dinner, just the three of us, soon.” You walked your mom into the main part of your office, grabbing your food on your way. Your mom sat on the big couch you had, and you sat in your chair. “How are the sessions with the SBPD going?”

“They’re good. I have one more with Carlton Lassiter. He’s another reason I came here to talk to you.”

“You want to talk about Carlton? Why?”

“He mentioned he was going through a divorce. Did you know that?”

“Yes, Mom. He’s been pretty transparent with his divorce. I mean, he’s always just called it a separation, but he has also made it clear he has no intention of getting back with his ex-wife.”

“It didn’t seem like he wanted to get a divorce.”

“Why do you say that?” “He never got a divorce lawyer.”

“Mom,” you sighed and readjusted yourself. “Carlton didn’t want to divorce his wife, I’m sure he fought every step of the way, including getting a lawyer. Just like Dad did.”

“Penguin-”

“Shawn told me some things, and Dad has told me even more.”

“I know. And I know you’re good at considering all sides.” You and your mom sighed, and you looked up at her. 

“Have you told Shawn that you wanted the divorce?” “No.”

“You need to. He resents Dad so much. Shawn’s been telling me that Dad is manipulating your time. Shawn doesn’t realize that Dad is still in love with you. I don’t think you realize that either,” you said, and your mom looked down at her lap. 

“I’ll talk to Shawn. But I want you to be careful.”

“I will be, Mom. If it makes you feel better, I’ll try to talk to Carlton about it and figure out where we stand.”

“Thank you, Penguin.”

“How much longer are you in town for?”

“Not much longer, but I’m thinking about coming back through Santa Barbara on my way home.”

“I think that would be good. It’ll be nice to spend one more day with you before you’re off on your own adventure again.”

“You should come back and visit home sometime, too. Once you’ve been here for a little longer.”

“I will, I’d like to bring Carlton to Colorado. Show him around the area.” The bell on your door rang, and you turned towards the entrance and saw one of your clients. “That’s my sign to go back to work. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay, sweetheart. Have a good day,” your mom stood up and kissed your cheek, bidding your client a quick hello before going back to the precinct. You welcomed your client in and started your session, trying to get your mom’s words out of your mind. 

~Why bounce around~

You stood outside your office, watching the waves on the beach, waiting for Carlton. You were exhausted after your day, and although you were excited to see him, you also really wanted to lie in bed. A car approaching grabbed your attention, and you looked up to see Carlton in his unmarked patrol car. You smiled at him as he got out of the car. He looked exhausted. His hair was disheveled, and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck. “Hi, handsome,” you greeted and walked over to Carlton. He opened his arms to you and hugged you tightly. 

“I’m sorry I’m late. It was hell at the precinct today.”

“Lots of paperwork or?”

“Yes and no,” Carlton said and pulled away. “A lot of it was administrative, some interviews too. I hate to say it, but I think therapy was the best part of my day.” You laughed, and you both started walking to his car. He opened his passenger door for you, and you paused for a second. 

“You know, I’m pretty tired after my day today, too. I know it was nothing like yours, but how does going to my place and ordering in sound?”

“I’d like that,” Carlton smiled, and you got into his car. He walked around and situated himself, and then he paused for a second. “Do you want me to bring you back here later tonight or...?”

“Well, I was thinking that you could spend the night tonight? You know I've got the clothes for you. If you wanted to, of course.”

“Yeah, I’ll spend the night,” Carlton said. His voice was excited, although he was trying to keep it together. 

“Great, you can also do your laundry tonight too, so you can wear the same suit tomorrow,” you smiled. Carlton started to drive to your house while you filled him in on your day. “I think I'll probably have to have extra sessions with my newest client. He's the sweetest thing, but he's bringing a lot to the table.” 

“Do extra sessions include anything crazy?”

“No, not typically, just making sure I have an appointment available for him every week. He's excited and ready to talk about everything, which is a good sign. I just hope he keeps up the attitude when trauma starts to come up. I'll do everything I can to make sure it's okay and that he's ok, but his willingness is what will help get him through it.”

“I'm glad you brought that up,” Carlton said as he pulled into your driveway. “I talked to Chief Vick today, and she mentioned that she's working on getting a position for you. She appreciated your work so much that she wants you available for cases and sessions with officers and detectives.” You and Carlton walked up to your front door, where you unlocked it and walked inside. 

“That's…incredible, I would be so honored to work there!” 

“I'll let Vick know tomorrow, then,” Carlton said as he kissed your head, walking to your wall hangers to hang his jacket up. 

“Did she mention what the hours would look like?” You followed and kicked your shoes off before opening the back patio door to let the ocean breeze in. “I'd like to keep my practice open at least two days a week. I've got people who are depending on me.”

“She didn't mention it, but I'll ask her tomorrow and let her know your thoughts.”

“Thank you,” you kissed Carlton's cheek, and you both went to your bedroom. You grabbed some after-work clothes and told Carlton you were gonna shower. You also told him he was welcome to join you, but he declined, saying he'll start his laundry and order food. You both agreed on Chinese takeout, so you hopped in the shower, letting the stress of the day wash off you. You thought back to what your mom said about Carlton not wanting a divorce. You knew you needed to bring it up to him. You also thought that you should probably tell him that you’re related to his mortal enemy. 

You finished your shower quickly and got changed. As you walked back into your living room and kitchen area, you found Carlton sitting on your back porch, drink in hand, with a book you bought a while ago. “You’ll have to let me know how it is,” you said as you walked onto your porch. “I’ve meant to read it but haven’t had the time.”

“It’s decent so far,” Carlton mumbled, flipping the book over and looking at the cover. “The cowboy theme is what grabbed my attention.”

“It’s what grabbed mine, too,” you joked and sat in the chair next to him. You both sat and looked out at the ocean, the setting sun casting the most beautiful colors off of the water. 

“Food should be here in about 20, that’s what the kid taking my order told me at least.”

“Perfect, I’m starving.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I helped myself to a drink.”

“Please, what’s mine is yours in this house.”

“Thank you,” Carlton smiled and took a drink before looking back at the book. 

“Carlton…can we talk about something?” You looked over at him, and his eyes showed worry, and the nice smile he was wearing fell into a frown. 

“Of course, is something wrong?”

“Not wrong per se. I just want to know where you truly stand with your ex-wife.” Carlton shook his head, knowingly, and let out a breath. 

“Thank God it's just that,” he chuckled lightly. “Thought you were gonna kick me out,” you laughed after he said that, and he put the book down and looked out to the sea. “Victoria and I married young. Not as young as some people, but I would say we didn’t fully know how to be a married couple. A lot of our issues would have been solved by just talking to each other. Which is why I ask you a lot of questions about kids and our schedules. If Victoria and I were more open, we’d probably still be together.” Your heart sank a little at what he said, but you didn’t interrupt, wanting him to get all his thoughts out. “I hesitated on the divorce. I didn’t hire an attorney because I thought that if I didn’t fight, she would come back to me. She started dating again, and once she started that, I guess I followed suit.

“She never pushed the divorce too far. We’re legally separated but not fully divorced. But there’s been little to no contact between the two of us.” You hummed in response, letting him know you were still listening. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel anything for her until the night I met you.” Carlton looked over at you now, and you gave him a small smile. “I never thought I would find anyone. Mainly because I was still in love with Victoria, but then you happened to be arguing with a drunk man, and I stepped in to stop it. That was by far the best decision of my life.” 

“I can say I’ve never been happier to have a drunk guy come on to me,” you joked, and Carlton laughed. 

“There’s no love between me and Victoria. Not anymore. Whatever I was holding on to, I let go of as soon as we hit our third “date”. I’ll always care about her, but now more than ever, I want a divorce. It’ll make moving things forward with you easier.” Carlton let out a relieved sigh and looked over to you. Tears had started to well up in your eyes. You got up and walked over to Carlton, sitting in his lap and leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“Thank you.”

“For what?” “Telling me exactly what I wanted to hear, I suppose,” you laughed, and his chest rumbled against you while he laughed.

“What about your old relationships?”

“Well, I never got engaged or married, so mine are far less interesting,” you laughed as you sat up and started to get off of Carlton, but he held you tight.

“You can get up if you want to, but I like having you here.”

“You’ve convinced me,” you lay back on his chest again, and he started to rub little circles on your thigh. “There’s not much to tell. I had two high school relationships, one of which lasted me a couple of college years, but we eventually split up due to disagreements about our future. I knew I always wanted to move back to California to be with my brother and dad. My ex didn’t ever want to. So there was no drama; we knew we couldn’t get past that. It was a clean break.” 

“Was that your latest relationship?”

“No… I had another one while I was in my master's program. To be honest with you, though, that was purely for stress relief. We ended it right after our last final before we graduated. It was nice to have companionship through that program. We remained friends, too. We hardly ever talk, but I told him I’d let him know when I was back in Colorado so we could get coffee.”

“Somehow your relationships sound more and less complicated than mine.”

“Ah, those were college, not much to them. Sometimes they’re just like high school, which is so draining. I dated a couple of people here and there after I graduated, but we either didn’t click, or it got close to my moving to California date, so I didn’t wanna get too attached. I think it worked out pretty good for me,” you said, turning back to Carlton. He smiled at you and raised his arm to brush through your hair. 

“I think it did, too,” Carlton smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips.  Your doorbell rang, and Carlton looked at his watch. “I think that’s the food.”

“I’ll go get it and plate it up,” you said, hopping out of Carlton’s lap and walking to the front door, grabbing your wallet. You opened your door, paid the kid, and tipped him. Carlton had wandered back inside and found plates for you two and set the table. You smiled at him and brought the food over, opening the boxes and putting them on the table too. Carlton ordered a big spread, so it was easier just to take what you wanted as you ate. 

“Tell me about Juliet!” you said, sitting across from Carlton as you both ate. “I met her briefly when I came into the precinct to interview the little boy. She seems nice.”

“She is. She’s still relatively new to our precinct, so she has some to prove. From what I know, she was top in her class, and she was great at her previous agency.”

“Do you like working with her?”

“I do. I didn’t at first, but I have new respect for her. I think you helped with that.”

“I helped?” You asked, taking a bite of food. “How did I do that?”

“I think I distanced myself from Juliet, in fear of our relationship becoming unprofessional. Not that I find her attractive, I mean she is attractive, I just-” Carlton began stammering, and you laughed. 

“It’s fine, you can say she’s attractive.”

“My previous partner and I crossed that boundary with our relationship. It made the job hard, and we didn’t tell HR, so she had to be transferred.”

“Oh geez, terrible way to end a relationship.”

“It ended up helping me. We broke up because she moved, and I was able to focus way better on the job. I was always worried she would get hurt, and it was just distracting to have someone whom I slept with be my partner.”

“You mean I’m not the first girl you’ve slept with?” You faked being upset, covering your heart with your hand and stifling a cry. Carlton laughed and rolled his eyes. 

“You forget you literally told me you had a fuck buddy in college.”

“It was more than that! We would cuddle afterwards sometimes,” you defended. “Most of the time, we would go back to studying. We were nerds.”

“You still are.” You threw a piece of rice at Carlton after he said that, and he laughed, watching it not reach across the table. “If anything, that proves my point because you can’t throw,” Carlton laughed, and you laughed too. 

“I don’t have to take this from you; I can kick you out at any time.”

“You will not!”

“I will not,” you sighed with a smile. “Lucky for you, I find you very attractive, and you make for decent company.”

“(Y/n),” Carlton started, getting serious. 

“Yeah?”

“What movie should we watch tonight?” “You made that far too serious to ask about a movie,” you laughed and stood up, taking your plate to the kitchen. You thought for a second and remembered a movie that just came to digital, and you happened to buy it. “How about The Dark Knight?”

“The new Batman movie?”

“Yes! I’ve heard it's fantastic. He is the world's greatest detective,” you joked, and Carlton rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, right.”

“I think it's a pretty good tie between the two of you,” you said as Carlton walked into the kitchen with his plate and the rest of the food. He helped you put it away before hugging you from behind. 

“We can watch Batman. That way, you know who the greatest detective is,” he trailed kisses down your neck and kissed your cheek before he turned around and walked towards the couch. You felt yourself flush, and a heat started to rise in your belly.

“That was rude.”

“Pay back for saying Batman and I are tied.”

“Yeah, yeah. Scooch over.” You sat next to Carlton and covered yourselves with a large blanket you had while Carlton figured out how to work your TV. You leaned up against the Detective in silence as he finally got the remotes to cooperate. He wrapped his arm around you and held you tightly to him. You could get used to this. 

~To the same damn song~

“I’m gonna come to the precinct later today to see my mom, I’ll come see you too,” you said, kissing Carlton’s cheek as he walked you to your office door. 

“I look forward to it. Today should be my last session with your mom.”

“How are you feeling about it?”

“Fine, happy that it's almost over. It takes a lot of time.”

“God forbid you give a little time to better yourself,” you laughed, and Carlton lightly smacked your arm. 

“I’m fine as is, thank you very much. Pre-therapy me is who you fell for, so I gotta keep that part around.”

“I’m sure I’ll like you with or without your trauma.”

“I can’t take any chances,” Carlton said, placing a kiss on your lips before he took a step back. Have a good day at work.”

“You too, Detective. I’ll see you later,” you winked and waved him off, watching him drive away as you entered your office. You set your stuff down before you walked around and started to turn on some of your lamps and water the plants you had. As you turned to walk into the larger part of your office, a lamp turned on, shining light on Shawn, who sat below it. “Holy shit!” you jumped and reeled back to throw your watering can at Shawn.  

“Whoa, whoa!” Shawn shouted and held his hands up. 

“Shawn! What the hell are you doing here?!”

“I broke in.”

“I could have you arrested.”

“Yeah. But you won’t,” Shawn stood up and came over to hug you. “I needed to update you on my project with Gus!”

“The haunting? How’s it going?”

“Good, we’re almost all wrapped up. I just gotta go over to Gus’s work later today.”

“Three days seems pretty fast to solve a haunting.”

“Not when I created the whole thing. The girl at the Albertson’s was a perfect idea by the way,” Shawn smiled at you. You were astounded by how fast he could change the topics and completely ignore the fact that he broke into your office.”

“So what’d you find out?” You asked, slightly agitated with him, but interested nonetheless. “Well, Gus’s boss is having an affair with his assistant. His grandma also raised him.”

“Okay, sounds cool.”

“Yeah, and so I’ve got that to use against him if he finds out I’ve been lying.”

“I’m not sure a man of his position will be threatened too heavily by you knowing about his affair,” you said, and sat down in your chair, and Shawn sat on your couch. 

“That’s what I thought, too,” Shawn said and pulled some paper out from behind him. “Look at this and tell me what you see.” You took the paper from Shawn and looked over it. 

“Is this about medications?”

“Yeah, specifically from Gus’s work.”

“Based on what I’m seeing, it looks like Gus’s company is repackaging and reselling sample medications.”

“Exactly! That’s the ticket of what I’m gonna use against his boss, if I need to.” Shawn was excited but calmed down towards the end of that sentence.

“I gotta say, this is pretty impressive.”

“Right? I could be a pretty good detective.”

“Too bad Dad ruined that for you,” you joked. Shawn rolled his eyes and huffed. 

“Have you noticed how he is trying to soak up all of Mom’s time? I can’t get her alone without him being there or already having plans with her.”

“You never have been good with planning,” you shrugged, and Shawn frowned at you. “Listen, I think Dad misses Mom just as much as you and I. Even though they’re divorced, there can still be some love between them.”

“Dad left her, though! I don’t know why you’re defending him so much.”

“I know Mom’s side, and you know Dad’s side. Talk to Mom about it. I’ve had plenty of counseling with wives and husbands who are either going through a divorce or are trying to reconcile. I have to defend Dad because no one else will, and I’ve seen what that does to someone.”

“Damnit! Why’d you have to get all smart about it?”

“Try to talk to Mom about it before we see a movie tonight, ok?” “I’m not gonna make any promises.”

“Thank you, Shawn,” you said, and he stood up, taking his paper away from you. “We’re gonna see Journey to the Center of the Earth tonight with Brendan Fraser.”

“Brendan Fraser is gonna be there??” You asked, jokingly. Shawn rolled his eyes again and headed to the entrance.

“I’ll have Gus drop me off here once we’re done and we can go get Mom, yeah?”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you later, Shawn.”

“Bye, sis.”

~You’d rather run~

Carlton’s watch beeped, signaling that his time with the counselor was over. He sat up, relieved about what had just happened. “Wow-” Carlton let out an exasperated sigh. He honestly couldn’t wait to see you and express how much he enjoyed the sessions. He knew that you knew that he respected your work, but he always worried that you thought he didn’t respect your profession, with the stigma of mental health in policing- but he was happy to squander any of those thoughts if you had them. “Oh, wow. I poured out secrets to you that I didn’t even know that I had! That was amazing- I mean, so liberating to trust someone with your darkest innermost secrets! Where have you been? Why haven’t you been here before?”

“Oh, I used to be here quite a bit,” Madeleine responded neutrally. “I just recently came back. I know someone here who works for the department occasionally. He’s my son. And it works out because my daughter lives out here, too.”

“Right, your daughter is (Y/n) (L/n), right? She told me that you were gonna be the one helping out our department.”

“Oh, you know her?” Carlton smiled a little at your mom's question. He didn’t know it, but your mom was playing dumb here.

“I do. We’ve gotten pretty close over the past weeks,” Carlton admitted. Madeleine smiled at him, knowing exactly what he meant. “Who's your son? I probably know him.” 

“Shawn Spencer.” Carlton’s face fell at the mention of the name, but he didn’t know his heart could sink, too. “And I love that (Y/n) moved back out here to start her practice. From what she’s told me, she is doing very well.” Carlton never responded. You were a Spencer? After all the hours he’s spent ranting to you about Shawn, he was your brother the whole time? Carlton stood up and got all of his belongings situated. 

“Thank you for your time today,” Carlton said after he cleared his throat. He walked back into the office, and he frowned deeply. He knew you were coming to the department later today, and his belly filled with anxiety. It hurt his head and his heart. How could you keep something so important from him? Were you hiding other things from him as well? His head began to spin a little bit, and he went to his desk. He sat down and placed his head in his hands.

~When you can crawl~

You walked into the precinct with Shawn and looked around the area, watching the buzz of police work. “One who bore me! And my sister,” Shawn announced as he approached your mom with open arms. You looked forward, and your mom had a happy smile on her face. 

“Goose, Penguin, what are you two doing here?” Your mom said with a big smile. 

“I decided to swing by and take you to a movie, just the three of us.”

“It's true, all his idea, Mom. Although I’m the one who drove,” you commented and nudged your brother. While you were standing next to your brother, your eyes scanned the station for Carlton, hoping to see him for a minute or two.

“Actually, your dad was planning on coming by,” your mom said, her face falling from her smile into her therapist face, as you liked to call it. 

“Of course he was,” Shawn said shortly. He paused for a moment before continuing. “Okay, we’ll go.” he spun around, and you turned to look at him as your mom grabbed his arm. 

“Wait! Enough. What happened?”

“When?” Shawn said, exasperated, his voice going up an octave. 

“Between you two.”

“Mom, that is a veritable lifetime of conversations,” Shawn sighed. You let out a sigh while standing next to him. She looked at you, and you nodded your head slightly. She sighed and gave a tight-lipped smile. 

“Follow me,” she said, grabbing Shawn and dragging him to the room where she had been conducting her sessions. You smiled as Shawn fought with her- this conversation needed to happen, and you both knew it. You looked around again, not sure what to do with your time since Shawn and your mom would be busy for the next couple of minutes. You spotted Carlton at his desk, looking tired and confused. You smiled at him. Even like this, stressed and disheveled, he was still just as sexy as ever. You started to walk over to him, and as you got closer, you called out his name. 

“Hi, Carlton,” you said gently so as not to startle him. His head shot up when he heard you, and when he saw you, his eyes went a little wide. You gave him a warm smile and were about to ask how he was when he stood up and grabbed your arm. His hand rested on your bicep, and he led you to a conference room where nobody was. He wasn’t squeezing your arm by any means, but you were very confused. “What’s going on?”

“Do you have something you want to tell me?” Carlton asked, his voice tense and angry. He locked the door and closed some of the blinds. Your heart sank, and your chest tightened. 

“N-no?” You stammered through the question, trying to think of what he could be talking about. Carlton sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Carlton-” 

“You’re a Spencer.” He said with a flat tone. The realization hit you, and your anxiety went down, realizing it wasn’t anything terrible, not to you at least. 

“Oh,” you stayed silent for a second, trying to figure out how to approach the situation. “Yeah, I am. My dad is Henry Spencer, and you know my brother and my mom,” Carlton didn’t respond, and you started to feel awkward. “At least you’ve met my family,” you said with a small inflection in your voice, trying to lighten the situation. 

“This isn’t funny, (Y/n).” Carlton’s voice was low, not wanting to draw attention to you two. It boomed with authority, and you felt small having him speak to you like this. You sank into a chair and looked at him as he paced around the room. 

“I didn’t mean to upset you, Carlton. And I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was lying to you or trying to hide it. I wanted to create a new name for myself without being tied to the other Spencers, especially with them being involved with the SBPD.”

“You may not have meant to, but that’s what you did (Y/n). I had to find out from your mom because she told me Spencer was her son! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I…I don’t know, Carlton. I guess I didn’t think it was a big deal,” you offered as an answer, tears starting to collect in your eyes. 

“Not a big deal? You know how I feel about your brother! Your dad and mom are fine, but Shawn? It's not even the fact that you’re related to Shawn. It’s the fact that you kept something so big from me.”

“I’m sorry, Carlton-”

“What else are you not telling me?” “What?” you asked, shocked at your question. You don’t have anything to hide from him. 

“If you can hide something like this, you can hide something else,” Carlton’s voice began to break. His eyes were red, and he sat down across from you. He interlocked his fingers and rested his chin on top of them. 

“Carlton, I promise I am not hiding anything from you; if I had known me being a Spencer would have affected you like this, I would have told you that first night in the bar!”

“What about all the times I ranted to you about your brother? You could have told me then.”

“I didn’t want to tell you in those moments! You were stressed and frustrated, and I didn’t want to add to any of it by telling you that. Besides, over half the time, I agree with what you say about my brother; he’s ridiculous sometimes.” You looked at Carlton, and the tears that were building in your eyes started to roll down your cheeks. You weren’t full-on crying, but the intensity of Carlton was hard to handle at this moment, when a couple of minutes ago, you thought you two were fine. The Detective across from you was silent. Looking between you and the desk. His eyes were glossy, and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “I didn’t think to tell you other times either because it slipped my mind…I would either be busy with something else or just spending time with you, enjoying you, and not worrying about who I was related to.” Carlton shook his head and stood up. 

“It may not seem like a big deal to you, but it’s a big deal to me,” Carlton said coldly. You watched him walk to the door of the conference room. “I would never date a Spencer.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, your voice wavering more than you wanted it to. Tears filled your eyes quicker than before, and your anxiety hit you like a freight train. 

“We shouldn’t see each other anymore,” Carlton said firmly, his voice shaking, betraying him slightly. He straightened himself out and opened the door. 

Chapter 9.

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Another Spencer. (7)

Carlton Lassiter X Female Reader (Shawn's Sister)

Summary: You finally moved back to California after almost 15 years away. When your mom and dad separated, your dad got Shawn and your mom took you. (Don't ask me why it's just what they agreed on). But now you're back! And you never expected to meet such a dashing Detective that would sweep you off your feet.

Characters: You, Carlton, Shawn and Gus, Juilet, Henry Spencer (dad), Madeleine Spencer (mom), Chief Karan Vick, mention of many other characters.

Warnings: Smut! (finally?) Also, spoilers for Ghosts.

~This story follows the show Psych. Plots from episodes are mentioned and some chapters will have you added to them. I do not own any characters from the TV Psych, just a big fan of the show and a bigger fan of our boy Lassie. I couldn't ever find something that hit my craving for Lassiter so here I am. This will also be a very long story. Very long. I'm starting it towards the end of Season 2 and plan on writing it throughout the whole show, skipping some episodes but in the end, it'll be very long.~

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Chapter 6.

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Carlton could feel your laughter on his shoulder. He looked around your house as he locked your door behind him. He was trying to figure out where your bedroom would be. “Down the hall, to the left,” you mumbled, and Carlton smiled. 

“I was getting there,” he sighed and did as you told him. He pushed open the door to your bedroom, quickly observing the master suite. Your bedroom was large, even with the king bed in the middle. He scanned and saw a TV on your dresser and some bookshelves on the side walls next to a wall of windows. The window wall had a sliding glass door that opened to a back patio that faced the ocean. “Wow,” Carlton said breathlessly as he flipped you over and put you on your bed. You looked up at him with a smile and watched as he looked around. 

“You like it?” You asked as you kicked off your shoes. You waited for a second to make sure he was still looking around before you slipped out of your dress and lay on your bed again. 

“I do. This view is amazing.”

“I love to open the door some nights and fall asleep to the waves. Not always though, depending on the day of the week, because this section can be pretty busy on the weekends.” Carlton smiled and appreciated your safety concern. He turned around to face you. He sucked in a breath when he spun around, seeing you lying on your bed in your white lingerie. Carlton felt himself get lightheaded. His face flushed, and he started to wonder what he had done recently that made God smile upon him and grace him with you. “Like what you see, Detective?”

“I do. I really do,” he started to slip off his shoes as you sat up onto your knees, motioning for Carlton to come over to you. He walked over, still towering over you, and you smiled up at him. You maneuvered your arms up his chest and into his blazer, starting to push his jacket off. You stopped when you felt his holster. He looked down at you, worried you might be mad. 

“Can’t live without it, right?”

“It’s hard.”

“Don’t worry, I think it's sexy,” you sat up farther to place a kiss on his lips, and he smiled again. “I think I’ll let you take it off, though.”

“Good idea,” Carlton said as he let his blazer fall to the floor. He quickly but carefully unholstered, unloaded, showed clear, and took his holster off. You stared in awe at how quickly he did it all. 

“Have a lot of practice taking your gun off of you in a hurry?”

“Not particularly, but I have an incredibly motivating reason to do so now.” You laughed, and Carlton wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and kissing you. “Can I touch you?”

“If I’m not mistaken, you already are.”

“You know what I mean,” Carlton rolled his eyes at you.

“Of course, Detective,” you said, resuming the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned forward into you, running his hands down your back and holding you tightly. He was struggling to go slow, but he also couldn’t make up his mind on how he wanted to have you. Slow and sensual, like a first time should be, or fast and rough, like his carnal desires were chanting at him. He returned the kiss with passion, moving his lips eagerly against your own. He felt you part your lips ever so slightly, letting him in. He unwrapped his arms from you and took a step back, his lips still against yours, while he placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you back onto your bed. You let out a high-pitched noise at the sudden change, not expecting to be lying on your back so suddenly. Carlton got onto your bed, crawling up your body, placing kisses along your torso on his way to your head. You had opened your legs for him, and he slotted himself between them perfectly. You could feel the outline of him through his dress slacks, and you moaned lightly at the feelings. Carlton smirked as he brought himself up fully, kissing you again. He wasted no time sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your body shivered at the intrusion, adoring the way he tasted and how he dominated you. Your hands moved down to the base of Carlton’s shirt, unbuttoning it hastily. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down, watching your fingers work. 

“Eager, are we?”

“Tell me you aren’t?” you mumbled, unbuttoning the last button. You slipped your hands into his shirt, feeling his slight tone in his muscles. You trailed up and down his torso, reveling in the feeling of him. 

“I am,” he responded, looking down at you with fondness and lust in his eyes. “I always wondered if we would have done anything the night we first met if you didn’t have to leave,” Carlton mumbled most of that as he moved his head down to your neck, placing light kisses until he got right above the crook, and he bit down lightly. You let out a noise as your hips bucked into his. He grunted, falling forward slightly at the sudden. You felt yourself get hot after Carlton’s noise. 

“I told you I wasn’t a one-night stand kind of gal.”

“It wouldn’t have been a one-night stand,” Carlton grumbled into your neck, resuming his previous actions, biting slightly harder. 

“You think you would’ve been able to keep me around after one night?” He pulled away and looked at you, a frown on his face. 

“Sweet girl,” he mumbled slightly. You focused on his eyes, feeling small under his gaze. You felt a slight motion at your entrance, and as you started to look down, Carlton thrust one of his fingers into you. You mewled at the intrusion, head falling back onto your bed. Carlton moved, kissing your neck and sucking near your collar bone. He expertly moved his finger inside of you, curling up and hitting the spot you could never quite reach. “I know you would’ve come back for more,” he whispered, and you moaned at his antics. He let out a short laugh, pulling away from you and sitting up on his knees. He looked down at your entrance, watching the way his finger disappeared into you. He could tell you were tight, and your warmth was making Carlton hot all over. “Ready for another?”

“Please!” Your hips thrust up, and Carlton slid another finger into you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you while curling them up. “I’m worried about your cock if I already feel this good-” you breathed out, hands finding purchase on your sheets. Carlton laughed and used his other hand to move the fabric of your lingerie to the side. He maneuvered himself slightly closer to your heat. 

“You should’ve known I’d be experienced,” he said,  his voice low. You clenched around his fingers hard, and your body shivered. Carlton laughed at your reaction. “Never have I had someone react so strongly to me being older than them.” Your head shot up in embarrassment. 

“How-”

“I put the pieces together after that day in the restaurant.”

“I’m sorry!” you cried out as his fingers reached a new depth in you. You weren’t sorry, but you couldn’t think about anything else except his fingers. 

“You never have to be sorry about that,” Carlton said before lowering himself, finding your clit and kissing it before rolling his tongue around it. “I’ll show you how real men treat their ladies. Better than the boys you’ve been with.” 

“Shit! Carlton~” Your hips bucked into his head, and your hands shot down to his hair, grabbing him tightly. He groaned around your clit and kept circling the bud. He pulled his fingers out of you, enjoying the whine you let out at the loss. He replaced his finger with his tongue, pushing deep inside of you. Carlton tried not to moan at your taste. He was in heaven, being able to experience you like this. He pulled his tongue out and started eating you out fully. His hands wrapped around your thighs and he positioned himself just right to reach your clit while he ate you out. Your cries were driving him crazy. He subconsciously started to grind himself into your bed, releasing some of the pressure from his pants. You tried to hold yourself still, Carlton’s grip on your hips helped, but you were on cloud nine. You’d never had someone eat you out with such a need, not just a want, but a need. It felt like Carlton was going to die if he pulled away from you. You could feel the coil inside you building, quicker than it had with anyone else in this same position. “Carlton~” you moaned out, your hands leaving his hair to grab onto something else. 

“Hmm?” he hummed, never once leaving you. 

“I’m close-” you blurted out, words and decorum leaving you. You looked up, glancing at the man who was eating you alive. You caught him grinding into your bed, and that was the only thing you needed. His hair was ruffled, his eyes closed, focusing on you and you alone. The thought of this strong Head Detective so entranced in you that he needed to relieve himself slightly, threw you over the edge. “Fuck!” you meweled with a moan, your head snapping back and your back arching. “Fuck, Carlton!” Your knot snapped, and your vision went white. Carlton made no move to get off of you, he continued to eat you out, licking up every last drop of your orgasm. You rode out your high, and Carlton finally pulled away from you. 

“You’re delicious,” he mumbled, as he kissed his way up your torso, stopping to give some attention to your breasts. You moaned and squirmed. 

“Carlton, please!”

“Please, what?”

“I wanna feel you!” Carlton smiled and sat back up to his knees. He undid his belt and had to stand up to slide his pants off the rest of the way. You started to stare at the man in front of you, you felt like you were about to drool over him. He smiled again at you and walked back to the bed, getting on top of you again. “Let me please you?”

“Next time,” he said, gasping as you started to palm him through his boxers. He moved your hands and pulled his boxers down. Your mouth watered as you watched his cock bounce back up and hit his stomach just slightly. You started to understand why he prepped you with his fingers. He was all around perfect, big enough to make you worry, but not too big to produce panic. He slotted himself between your legs again, moving the lingerie further out of the way. “Ready?” you nodded slowly as you looked between the two of you. “I’ll go slow-”

“You don’t have to! I’ll be okay.”

“I know you will be,” Carlton reassured. He moved his hips in a way to drag his cock up and down your folds, hitting your clit with each pass. You let out little noises with each pass. Carlton pressed the head against your entrance. You tensed with anticipation, and Carlton pushed the tip in slowly. He paused, letting you adjust and taking a deep breath. He knew you were tight, but he didn’t expect this tight. He looked at you, you were unknowingly holding your breath, waiting for the rest of him. He couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed into you all the way, bottoming out with his hips right up against yours. 

“Shit!” you breathed, arching your back again, breathing while you adjusted to Carlton’s size. He shuddered, falling onto his elbows to keep himself from collapsing onto you. 

“Crap you’re tight. Wow,” he huffed and sat himself back up. Your face was red and hot, your chest rose and fell with each breath. “Let me know-”

“I’m good-” you said quickly, looking at his bright eyes. “Please, Carlton, I need you so bad, please move,” you started to whine, moving your hips against his, trying to get the most pleasure. He smiled and moved his hips against you. Both of you moaned, your eyes squeezed shut, and your hands found Carlton’s forearms. You grabbed onto him tightly as he set a faster pace. Carlton let out a huff and let his head hang. 

“You feel incredible,” he started to pull back further with each thrust, starting to go harder and faster. 

“Best- I’ve ever had,” you said between thrusts, your voice breathy. Carlton leaned down and kissed your neck again, biting and sucking on the space above your collar bone. You inhaled and grabbed Carlton’s head, holding him to you tightly. He moved his hand down to your clit and began rubbing small and fast circles around it. “God, you’re gonna make me cum again at this rate.”

“That’s the plan,” Carlton kept kissing your neck, until you pulled his head away and brought his face up to yours. He smiled and rested his forehead against yours. His thrusts started to falter, losing the rhythm he’d built up. Carlton huffed your name, looking into your eyes. 

“I’m close, keep going,” you mumbled, pulling his face down to yours and kissing him. His fingers sped up on your clit, and he started thrusting faster, getting you closer and closer. Carlton could feel your body tense up, and he felt your walls clamp down on him. You moaned into the kiss and held him tightly. His hips stuttered, his actions slowed by your orgasm. Carlton pushed through, his climax approaching quickly. He pulled away from the kiss, much to your dismay, and you whined at the overstimulation he was giving you. 

“Where-”

“Anywhere, we’re fine,” you said quickly, pulling him back into a kiss. Carlton’s mind went fuzzy, knowing he could cum inside you. His mind flashed with the thought of you pregnant with his kids, and he came instantly. His hips stilled against yours, and he pulled away from the kiss so he could breathe. His eyes were wide as he rode his high; he’d never had a breeding kink before, not that he knew of at least. 

“Shit,” he huffed, and laid himself on top of you. You laughed and rubbed his back with your hands. 

“You're right, I would've come back for more if we did anything the first night we met.”

“Good, I have more to show you next time,” Carlton breathed, and you kissed his forehead, letting him lie on you. Once he caught his breath, he sat up and slowly pulled out of you, rolling to the side of your bed. “Where's your bathroom?”

“Just through that door,” you said, pointing to a doorway inside your bedroom. Carlton got up and walked in, grabbing a washcloth and filling it with warm water. He rang out the excess water and came back out to you. He smiled when he saw you, joy overcoming him. 

“Let me help,” he said, taking the washcloth and cleaning you up before he cleaned himself too. 

“Such a gentleman,” you sighed happily. You got up and slipped out of your lingerie, grabbing pajamas from your dresser. Carlton walked up behind you and hugged you tightly. 

“You mean the world to me.”

“You mean the world to me, too, Detective.” You spun around in his arms and kissed him, holding him tight. When he pulled away, you looked over him and realized he probably didn't have any overnight clothes. “This may be weird, and I don't want you reading into it, but I have men's clothes that might fit you.”

“You know I have to ask.”

“Some of it is my dad's old clothes from when he worked at the SBPD, and others are just mine. I like the way they fit for sleepwear.” 

“I'll just take a shirt,” he said and kissed the top of your head, walking back to grab his boxers. He pulled them on, and you threw a plain grey T-shirt at him. He mumbled a thank you, and you put on your pajamas and lay back in bed, beckoning Carlton to come lie with you. He got settled and leaned into you, resting his head on your chest. You instinctively started to play with Carlton's hair while you grabbed the TV remote and turned it on. “I don't have to stay here tonight,” Carlton whispered after you found a TV show to watch.

“No, of course you don't,” you paused, adjusting yourself and pulling him closer. “But I'd like it if you did. I'll make you breakfast tomorrow as payment.” Carlton laughed at this and sat up to look at you. 

“You wanting me to stay is enough. I didn't want to overstep.” 

“Carlton, you just came inside of me, there's nothing you could do that would be overstepping.” You watched Carlton's face get red, and he avoided eye contact, lying back down on your chest. You laughed and leaned into him again. “You're always welcome to spend the night.”

“I'll take you up on that.”

~To resign to maturity~

It had been a couple of days since you and Carlton engaged in scandalous activities. He stayed the weekend with you, resulting in more activities, but it was now Monday again, and you were in your office, trying to ignore your brother. “Come on, (Y/n)! It’ll be fun!”

“Bothering Gus at work? No, that does not sound fun.”

“Will you at least help me gather the equipment I need?”

“Tell me again why you need a dog whistle thing?”

“Gus had to quit Psych! So, I’m planning something to help him stay with Psych and with his actual job.”

“Cause what, this guy’s wife is superstitious? How did you find all of this out?”

“Office gossip.”

“You got all of that from one afternoon? Wow, am I glad I don’t work in an office,” you sighed and looked over your files while Shawn spun around in one of your chairs. 

“When do you want to hang out with me and Mom?” 

“Whenever, what do you have planned?”

“Nothing yet. Maybe a movie after her work day?” Shawn offered, but finally stopped spinning and plopped down in the chair. 

“I can do that,” you agreed. 

“What else do you think I should do for Gus’s boss?”

“He’s not superstitious?”

“No…he’s not.”

“You remember that girl down at the Albertson’s? She does the Shakespeare in the park stuff. If there’s one thing I know, it's that people can't deny a ghost when they actually see one.”

“(Y/n), you’re a genius! Do you think I should put dry ice in my mouth?” You frowned when Shawn asked you that. 

“Are you stupid?”

“His housemaid is super superstitious.”

“And what does putting dry ice in your mouth have to do with that?”

“You’re missing the point, (Y/n)!”

“Whatever, Shawn,” you rolled your eyes and laughed. You flipped through your schedule and looked to see if you were busy. You were busy with Carlton tomorrow night, but your mom would be finishing up in Santa Barbara soon. “I can’t do anything tomorrow night, maybe the next day?”

“Why can’t you do anything tomorrow night?”

“I have a mini date night with my boyfriend,” you said without thinking. You and Carlton hadn’t classified yourselves yet, and you also just said that in front of your brother. 

“Boyfriend?!?”

“Boyfriend was the wrong term-”

“You have a boyfriend?? How?? You haven’t even been here that long!”

“I used the wrong word! We’ve been on a few dates, we haven’t had any conversations about boyfriend/girlfriend yet.”

“Who is it?”

“You wouldn’t know him,” you lied.

“I need to meet this guy.”

“Maybe, but not anytime soon!” you said, and Shawn sighed dramatically. “Go and get your ghost, Shawn. You’re running out of daylight.”

“You’re right. Bye, (Y/n)!” 

“Bye, Shawn, be safe!”

~If it’s alright~

You had your radio playing music as you cooked and cleaned around your house. You had a long bake item that you put in as soon as you got home, and you didn’t have anything else to do, so you decided, why not? You put some stuff away and looked over at the flowers that Carlton got you a few days ago. You smiled brightly and kept cleaning. Your kitchen was nearly spotless. You sighed and moved yourself into your living room, plopping down on your sofa and turning on your TV. You scrolled through the channels and settled on your favorite crime show. You just can’t get enough of the crime life recently. Right as you started to get sucked in to the show, you heard a knock on your back door. You jumped, and your head snapped over to your sliding glass door. Your eyes were wide when you saw that your Mom and Dad were standing on our back porch. You got up and ran over, opening the door. “Mom, Dad!” You exclaimed as you hugged your mom. “What the heck are you doing here?”

“We were walking down the beach, and your Dad said that you had just recently bought this house.”

“I did, yeah, come in, come in please. Hi Dad,” you said and gave him a big hug too. 

“I’m so happy you two are good. Better than your Dad and Shawn.” Your mom sighed and walked around your house, looking around. 

“I mean, I think I’ve always had a better relationship with Dad than Shawn has. Are you guys hungry? I have dinner in the oven,” you offered, and your Dad looked interested. 

“I don’t want us to intrude, Penguin. I just wanted to see if you were home so we could stop in and see your house.”

“I’m not doing anything! Just made dinner for myself. Shawn and I were gonna hang out, but he’s helping Gus with something tonight. There’s plenty of food for all of us.”

“Well, if we’re not gonna intrude,” your dad said and sat himself down on your couch and started watching your TV show. 

“Come on, Mom. I’ll give you a tour.”

~Then you’re all wrong~

You sat on your couch with your mom and dad, eating the dinner you made. Your house was full of laughter between you and your parents. “And remember when you and Shawn tried to go parasailing?” Your dad brought up the memory, and you laughed. 

“We thought it would work! Shawn was really fast on his bike, and we thought I was light enough,” you defended. You had a basic kite strapped to your back, and you were on a skateboard with a rope tied around your waist and the other end tied to Shawn on his bike. “In theory, it would have worked!”

“You had the cheapest $1 kite tied to you, you really thought that was gonna lift an eight-year-old?”

“Shawn and I believed in it, which is all we needed.”

“Until you fell off the skateboard, and then suddenly I was needed,” your mom added, sipping the glass of wine you got her. 

“Well, yeah,” you scoffed. “I scraped my knee, I needed my mom,” you all laughed again. “How have the psych evals been going, Mom?”

“Good, I’m with the head Detective right now. He’s resisting the help and the sessions right now. But I think I’ll be able to get through his walls.”

“The Head Detective?” Your dad chimed in. “The one you’re dating?”

“You’re dating Carlton Lassiter?” your mom asked, shocked. “I didn’t know that was the Detective you’ve been seeing!”

“You guys put that together faster than I expected. Yes, Carlton and I are seeing each other. We haven’t had any conversations about being exclusive yet, but I personally haven’t seen anyone else since we started going on mini dates.”

“That’s exciting,” your mom started, looking between you and your dad. “And you approve, Henry?”

“I mean, she could be doing much worse,” your dad commented and shrugged. “He’s a nice guy. Bad fisher, good cop though.” Your mom raised her eyebrows at you and your dad, and she had a smile on her face. 

“I hope it goes well for you, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” you said honestly. You stood up and took the plates from your parents, and took them to the kitchen, cleaning them up and putting them in the dishwasher. 

“Hopefully, Shawn will be able to find someone,” your mom hummed and frowned slightly. 

“From what he’s told me, he’s pretty popular. He’s been on a few dates. He’s got Dad’s passion, though, because he’ll leave his dates if he gets a breakthrough with the case.”

“That darn Spencer blood,” your mom laughed, knowing you were the same. 

“We'd better let you go, sweetheart,” your dad said as he stood up and stretched. 

“Oh, look at the time!” Your mom exclaimed and stood up too. “I’m so sorry we took up so much of your evening, Penguin. I need to get going, gotta get some good sleep before I do more evals tomorrow.” Your parents both hugged you goodbye, and you walked them out of your back door, waving them off and locking your door. You did your bedtime routine and lay yourself in bed, checking your phone for any messages you may have missed. You had one from Carlton. 

C: Had session with your mom.

C: Not a fan.

You laughed when you read that and dialed his number, knowing he would still be awake. 

“Lassiter.”

“Hey, Detective,” you said with a smirk in your voice. “Saw you didn’t like therapy.”

“I don’t know how you do it. I mean, you’re passionate about it, but I hate it. Opening up to a stranger? I mean, it's awful. I’ve got a plan, though.”

“You have a therapy plan? What is it?” 

“I’m answering everything as Tom Gunny Highway.”

“From Heartbreak Ridge?” you asked with a laugh in your voice. You knew your mom would be able to tell what he was doing right away, and you looked forward to hearing about it. 

“Exactly!”

“But how was the first session?”

“Terrible. She wouldn’t tell me where the wire was. We barely talked.”

“I can assure you my mom isn’t wearing a wire. Those sessions are confidential.”

“Either way.”

“How many more sessions do you have?”

“Two more, I think. It sounds like that can change if she doesn’t like what she’s hearing.”

“I’ll try to put in a good word for you,” you laughed, and Carlton let out a light chuckle. 

“Who are you talking to?” you heard through Carlton’s phone. It sounded like Juliet. 

“You’re still at the office?”

“Yeah, I am, one second, O’Hara!”

“Where do you want to go for dinner?” “I’ll pick you up at your office, so don’t worry about it,” Carlton said and mumbled a quick goodbye. You smiled as you closed your phone. You knew Carlton would have to have quick goodbyes like that until you two were official.

Chapter 8.

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Let me know your thoughts on the smut! When I started writing it, I realized Carlton was different than any character I've written before, so I had a hard time figuring out the best way to approach it. There will be more smut in the future! So drop some comments or some asks about what you wanna see! Thanks for reading :)

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Another Spencer. (6)

Carlton Lassiter X Female Reader (Shawn's Sister)

Summary: You finally moved back to California after almost 15 years away. When your mom and dad separated, your dad got Shawn and your mom took you. (Don't ask me why it's just what they agreed on). But now you're back! And you never expected to meet such a dashing Detective that would sweep you off your feet.

Characters: You, Carlton, Shawn and Gus, Juilet, Henry Spencer (dad), Madeleine Spencer (mom), Chief Karan Vick, mention of many other characters.

Warnings: None as of now! There will be smut and other graphic scenes as the story progresses.

~This story follows the show Psych. Plots from episodes are mentioned and some chapters will have you added to them. I do not own any characters from the TV Psych, just a big fan of the show and a bigger fan of our boy Lassie. I couldn't ever find something that hit my craving for Lassiter so here I am. This will also be a very long story. Very long. I'm starting it towards the end of Season 2 and plan on writing it throughout the whole show, skipping some episodes but in the end, it'll be very long.~

Please let me know what you think in the comments! Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list too!

Spoilers for future episodes! It's all just information about Carlton since you're on a date. Also, spoilers for the end of Shawn and Gus of the Dead.

Chapter 5.

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You wrapped up your meeting with the kid and allowed him to go see his mom. You sighed and walked out of the interrogation room, walking up the stairs behind the kid. You looked around for Carlton, but you couldn’t see him. You frowned and stood to the side, crossing your arms and keeping to yourself. Your phone started ringing, and you jumped at the noise, grabbing it quickly and answering it. “Hello?”

“Hi, Penguin!” Your mom’s voice filled your ear, and you smiled. 

“Hi, Mom. How are you?”

“I’m good, how are you, sweetheart?”

“Oh, you know, I just helped the SBPD with a child interview, so you know how that goes.”

“I do indeed. Speaking of the SBPD, that’s where I’m coming to do evaluations.”

“That’s exciting, back in the old stomping grounds.”

“I am excited. I’m happy I’m going to get to see you and Shawn. And your dad.”

“We’re excited to see you, too, Mom,” as you said that you watched as a blonde female approached you. “Hey, Mom, I gotta go. I’ll call you later, ok?” You hung up the phone after a confirmation from your mom. “Hi,” she started, very cheerfully, sticking her hand out to you. “I’m Juliet O’Hara, I’m Lassiter’s partner.” You smiled brightly at her, recognizing her name from Shawn fawning over her. 

“Nice to meet you, Juliet, I’m (Y/n),” you shook her hand. 

“Carlton told me you were helping out with one of the cases with the department. Thank you so much for doing that.” She motioned for you to follow her, and you did. 

“It’s not a problem! Especially when a kid is involved, I want to help as much as I can.” 

“He’s wrapping up a meeting with the Chief right now, you can sit at my desk while you wait. If you want further information, too, the case file is on the desk.”

“Thank you, Juliet,” you smiled, and she walked off to go somewhere else in the precinct. You sat at her desk and looked around. Everyone was busy today. You opened up the case file and read through the other statements for the case. The kid was traumatized, even if he didn’t realize it. And your conversation with him revealed that his dad and grandma were in on the murder of his grandfather. You felt terrible for the kid. It was hard to listen to him talk so highly of his mom. You felt your eyes well up with tears, and you quickly wiped them away. 

“(Y/n),” you heard your name and looked up to see Carlton looking at you from the Chief’s office. He looked worried when he saw your red eyes, but he motioned for you to come into the office. You got up and walked over to him, quickly squeezing between him and the door. You scanned the room and saw the Chief sitting behind her desk. 

“Good afternoon, Chief Vick, I’m (Y/n) (L/n),” you said as you approached her desk. 

“Yes, hello, Miss (L/n). Carlton has told me you’ve agreed to help us on the case. How’d the first interview with the little boy go?”

“Well,” you sat down and Carlton joined you, sitting down in the chair next to you, “It went good. He’s very nervous, and the walls his mind has built around the trauma are impressive. He’s already disproved his dad’s alibi, as well as his grandma’s. There’s no doubt that they’re behind it all. But I understand that you’ll need more proof.”

“Are you available to come in again tomorrow?” The Chief asked, placing her hands on her desk and looking at you.

“It would depend on the time. I’m free in the morning, but I have plans tomorrow evening.”

“Could you come in at 10 am?”

“I could, but, Chief, if you’ll allow,” you started, and she gave you a nod, “I think that I may have a better season with the boy if he can come to my office. It’s more inviting than the interrogation rooms of the precinct. And you have my permission to have cameras and microphones in the office to document the session.” You looked between Carlton and Chief Vick. Carlton smiled at you, he was excited that you were here, in his office, making connections. He looked away from you and looked at the Chief. She was mulling over the idea. 

“Let me think about it. I’ll have Detective Lassiter get in contact with you when we’ve come to our decision.” The Chief stood, and you and Carlton stood with her. “Thank you again, Miss (L/n). Your help is greatly appreciated.” You nodded and shook her hand before you and Carlton left the office, walking back into the bullpen of the precinct. 

“How are you?” Carlton asked, his hand resting lightly on the lower part of your back as he escorted you towards the front door. 

“I’m okay, kids are always tough. Especially when they’ve been through something so traumatic. Just always gets me going; it's so terrible that he experienced something so awful so young in his life,” you explained, sighing at the thought of it. 

“You did great in there,” Carlton comforted you, and you smiled at him. You both walked to his car. He opened the car door for you and allowed you to step inside. You sat in the front seat and relaxed against it. Carlton hopped into his seat and started his car. “Back to your office? Or do you wanna stop and get coffee or ice cream?”

“Ice cream sounds good,” you smiled, and Carlton reached out to hold your left hand in his. You let him, and you squeezed his hand once you two were settled. 

~I know, you know~

You and Carlton sat next to each other on a bench outside your office. You watched people walk by and made jokes about certain things you both picked up on. “I think you have enough on the Wyles case, ya know,” you started, and Carlton hummed in response. 

“I think so too, but why do you think that?”

“I don’t wanna put that kid through that again. He already confirmed his grandma was keeping his mom busy, and he was with his dad when his grandpa was murdered. The kid said his dad put him in a room with toys, and when his dad came to get him, his grandpa was dead.”

“I just need the autopsy report, then I’ll be able to make my arrest,” Carlton assured you. 

“You exhumed that body, right? What a process that must’ve been.”

“We did. It was an interesting process. Spencer and his friend Guster showed up on the scene. Guster wouldn’t even turn around, I enjoyed that a lot.”

“That sounds like a helluva time.” You laughed and ate some ice cream before you leaned your head on Carlton’s shoulder. 

“I found out my mom is coming to town,” you mentioned, thinking back to her conversation with you. “She’s gonna be coming to the SBPD to do evaluations.”

“Oh really? Do you know who she’s gonna be evaluating?” You felt Carlton tense up next to you.

“I don’t…but in my experience, I would say  you’ve got a pretty high chance of getting picked.” Carlton sighed at this information and then wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“That’s alright, it’ll be nice to get to know your mom.”

“Now that’s a positive outlook.” You laughed and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. 

“Still okay with me picking you up tomorrow?” Carlton asked you. 

“Always. I’m really excited about it.”

“Good,” Carlton turned his head and kissed you on the head. He looked at the time and huffed.

“Have to get back to saving the world, huh?”

“I wish I didn’t.” Carlton stood up, and you stood up with him. 

“At least you’re almost done with the case. Hopefully, those results will come in tomorrow.”

“I think they will,” Carlton said as he walked you over to your car. You smiled up at him, and he leaned down to kiss you. You two held the kiss for a few seconds before parting again. “I’ll pick you up around 6?”

“I’ll text you my address,” you smiled and unlocked your car, setting your belongings in your car. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Carlton.”

“Let me know when you get home,” Carlton said, his voice slightly worried, but it was almost unnoticeable. 

“Don’t worry too hard, Detective.” You winked and waved as you started your car and left the parking lot, Carlton following you until you had to turn in separate directions. 

~In between the lines~

You checked the time on your phone, quickly relaxing when you saw you had more time than you expected. You started taking your time, styling your hair to match the outfit you had chosen for tonight. You had a knee-length dress in a deep maroon. The dress wasn’t too revealing, leaving just enough to the imagination. You always felt confident in the dress, and you grew excited when you wondered how Carlton would react to it. You wondered how the case was going, you expected it to be done because you never got a call asking you to come in to reinterview the kid. Shawn couldn’t call you still cause his phone was still broken, you were gonna have to help him get a new one this weekend. You finished your hair and went to your wardrobe to pick out matching undergarments- just in case something happened. You weren’t gonna hold your breath about it, but you never know. You had a white set that fit you perfectly and was well hidden under your dress. You slipped on your dress and put on your shoes. As soon as you stood up and smoothed out your dress, you heard your doorbell. You looked at the time and saw you had about 15 minutes before Carlton was supposed to pick you up. You went and looked through the peephole of your door and saw Carlton. He was looking out toward his car as he kept himself busy by playing with his hands. You opened the door, and Carlton spun around to see you. His eyes went wide, and you watched his pupils dilate and his eyes darken. “You’re early!”

“Early is on time,” Carlton smiled, and you stepped back and opened the door for him. 

“Come in! I’m ready, I just need to grab some things before we leave.”

“Thank you,” Carlton said as he stepped into your house. He closed the door behind him and walked into your living room, observing your space and smiling. It was cozy and fit your personality perfectly. He noticed how it smelled like you, and he loved being in your house already. Carlton looked at you and watched as you walked around your kitchen, grabbing things and putting them in your small evening purse. The dress fit you perfectly, and he loved the color. You spun around with a smile, and you had all your belongings. “You look stunning tonight,” Carlton said. You blushed and looked down as you walked over to him. 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Detective,” you smiled and propped yourself up to lean in and place a kiss on his cheek. 

“You ready?”

“I am!”

“Then allow me,” Carlton said and stuck his arm out for you. You wrapped your arm around Carlton’s, and you two walked out the front door. You paused and locked your door before you headed to Carlton’s car. He opened the passenger door for you and closed it behind you once you were settled. He hopped into his seat and turned on his car. “How was your day?”

“It was good! Simple, did some chores and errands before I started getting ready for tonight. How was your day?”

“Lots of paperwork regarding the cases. Wyles and the mummy case got solved, so I was doing a lot of the paperwork today to get a head start on everything.”

“Do you ever rest, Detective?”

“I’ll have you know that I started on the paperwork now, so I can give my entire weekend to you. As long as no one gets murdered.”

“Well, fingers crossed then,” you smiled, and Carlton moved his hand to your thigh, running his thumb along your skin. 

~There’s a lot of obscurity~

You kept muting your phone over and over again. Shawn wouldn’t stop calling you. You had turned off the ringer, but the vibrations could still be felt and still be heard. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, growing frustrated with your brother. “I have to answer this, he won’t stop calling.”

“You’re fine, what did you want to eat? I’ll order it for you,” Carlton offered. You smiled and told him what you wanted before you got up and walked to the lobby. 

“What, Shawn?”

“Did you know Mom was here?”

“She is?” You played dumb, knowing your brother knew that you knew your mom was here, he would be just as mad at you.

“Yeah, she’s in Dad’s kitchen right now. They’re talking like nothing changed!”

“What are you? How can you make this phone call?”

“I’m in my room.”

“I can’t think of a better place to hide. That old phone in there still works?”

“Yeah! I was as shocked as you.”

“Well, I wish I could help you deal with the trauma of having two happy parents, but I am on a date, so I’ll have to let you go.”

“On a date? With who??”

“None of your business. Tell Mom and Dad I say hi, I’ll catch up with them later. Bye, Shawn!”

“(Y/n), wait-!” You ended the call and put your phone back in your bag. You turned around to look back at your table and saw Carlton staring at you. He smiled, and you smiled too, walking back to your table. 

“I’m sorry, I had to answer, he was calling like he was dying.”

“Was everything ok?”

“Oh yeah, you know my Mom is coming to town, well, she’s here now, and my Dad never told my brother. So, he was calling because our parents are acting like nothing happened between them.”

“I guess that could be shocking.”

“Please,” you laughed and situated yourself in your chair, “he’s such a drama queen. He said he was hiding in his old bedroom while our parents were talking downstairs.”

“I’m glad you said it because I was gonna call him a drama queen too,” Carlton laughed.

“Yeah, he’s dramatic. He’ll probably call his best friend next. He has a lot of built-up resentment with the whole divorce, so that’ll probably come up this week. Enough about my brother, though. Good job on the Wyles case!”

“Thank you,” Carlton smiled with a slight falter. “Shawn Spencer helped me solve it, though. It directly intertwined with the mummy case.” So much for talking about your brother, you thought to yourself, and raised your eyebrows at Carlton’s words.

“How did it relate?”

“The Wyles family donated their heirloom historical guns to the museum, but the killer used one of the stocks of the handguns to give Wyles blunt force trauma to the head. So he hid as the mummy to steal the guns back so he wouldn’t be found out. Ended up murdering a security guard too.”

“So he ended up murdering two people?”

“Yeah, and honestly, if he hadn’t pretended to be a mummy, it could have been a while before he was found out.”

“You gotta admit though, it was a pretty clever way to try and steal some guns back.”

“It was one of the more original cases we’ve had.”

“Now, do you get the credit or does the psychic get the credit?” Carlton sighed, and you laughed slightly.

“It’s a little bit of both, although publicly, I take all the credit.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” you laughed, and Carlton laughed with you. The two of you talked more about work, and you told Carlton about your week and that you’ve been gaining more clients. You two also discussed the prospect of working with the SBPD, which excited you both. “Carlton,” you started as he finished a bite of his food. “You know all my family drama and my family in general, I think it’s only fair that I know a little bit about your family.” 

“It’s nothing like yours,” Carlton stated with a small laugh.

“If it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to tell me…but we are on a date.”

“Well…my dad died when I was nine, he passed away during a standard procedure.”

“Oh, Carlton,” you started, but he stopped you.

“It was years ago now. I grieved and I processed, I’m good now,” he offered you a smile, and you smiled back. 

“My mom is still around and so is her wife.”

“Your mom married a woman after your father?”

“Yeah, she did.”

“You know, the other day I just heard a really good explanation for something like that happening. The woman who was talking said that after her husband died, she didn’t have romantic feelings for men anymore. Of course, I start analyzing, and it makes sense for some people. If the death of their spouse is so traumatic, and if their spouse was their true love, I could understand how it could be hard to try to love someone of the same gender.”

“I hadn’t ever thought of it like that.”

“I hadn’t either!”

“I also have a younger sister, whom I don’t talk to as much anymore. We’re not like you and your brother.”

“Hardly anyone is,” you laughed. “What nicknames did you have?”

“My mom called my Booker, and a good friend of mine, who was like a father to me, called me Binky. And that psychic comes up with a new name for me every time I see him.”

“I like that…Booker. But you probably don’t want a girlfriend calling you what your mom called you,” you both laughed, and he shook his head. 

“When you put it like that? No. What about you?”

“My mom always called me Penguin. My dad called me Stinker. Not the best nickname.”

“We’ll come up with better things to call each other,” Carlton offered, and you smiled. 

“I’d love that.”

~I’m not inclined~

Carlton finished signing the check, and you checked your phone while you were waiting for him. Shawn had tried calling you again, and Gus had texted you. You read it, and all it said was that Shawn really wanted Gus to text you and tell you to call him. You responded to Gus’s text, telling him that he just needs to block Shawn. Gus responded quickly with an ‘lol’, and you put your phone away. “Thank you for dinner tonight, Carlton.”

“Anything for someone as beautiful as you,” he smiled and stood up, letting you take his arm again. You did and followed him out of the restaurant. You two walked back to Carlton’s car, he held your arm tightly, and you leaned into him as you walked. You looked around and up at the stars and up to Carlton. You felt yourself heat up a little bit. You could feel his strength through the suit jacket he seemed to always be wearing. You had noticed ever since you met Carlton, you couldn’t keep him off your mind. Even in your sessions, he was always somewhere in your thoughts, especially when you’re helping a client with relationship stuff, you always use Carlton as your example of how a guy should treat a lady. You both got into his car, and he drove you back to your house. The car ride was comfortable, some small talk here and there, but otherwise pretty silent. Carlton parked his car in your driveway and turned off his car before walking around and opening your door. He walked you up to your front door, and you quickly unlocked it. You pushed your front door open and turned back to Carlton. He had a peaceful smile on his face, one that showed how much he enjoyed your night together. He leaned down to kiss you, and you stopped him, placing your hand on his chest. 

“Not that I don’t want to do that, because I definitely do,” you took a deep breath, steadying your voice. “But how about we take this inside, and maybe to the bedroom?” Carlton’s smile widened. His bright blue eyes showed something you hadn’t seen in his eyes before. 

“I would love that.”

“Well, after you,” you gestured, so you could lock the door behind Carlton. He smirked with a little laugh. You squealed as he grabbed your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder. 

“Please,” he laughed at your reaction, your hand searching for purchase on his back as your legs were bent at the knee, your feet towards your ceiling. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

Chapter 7.

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Another Spencer. (5)

Carlton Lassiter X Female Reader (Shawn's Sister)

Summary: You finally moved back to California after almost 15 years away. When your mom and dad separated, your dad got Shawn and your mom took you. (Don't ask me why it's just what they agreed on). But now you're back! And you never expected to meet such a dashing Detective that would sweep you off your feet.

Characters: You, Carlton, Shawn and Gus, Juilet, Henry Spencer (dad), Madeleine Spencer (mom), Chief Karan Vick, mention of many other characters.

Warnings: None as of now! There will be smut and other graphic scenes as the story progresses.

~This story follows the show Psych. Plots from episodes are mentioned and some chapters will have you added to them. I do not own any characters from the TV Psych, just a big fan of the show and a bigger fan of our boy Lassie. I couldn't ever find something that hit my craving for Lassiter so here I am. This will also be a very long story. Very long. I'm starting it towards the end of Season 2 and plan on writing it throughout the whole show, skipping some episodes but in the end, it'll be very long.~

Please let me know what you think in the comments! Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list too!

Chapter 4.

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You walked into the restaurant, looking quickly to your left and right, scanning the area. “How can I help you?” the stewardess asked you with a big smile on her face. 

“Hi, I’m meeting a friend here. He told me he was here already.” She smiled again and looked down at her seating chart before looking into a corner of the restaurant. 

“Is that him?” she pointed to a big booth in the corner. You looked over and saw the salt-and-pepper hair you’d grown so fond of. 

“Yes, that is,” you said with a smile. “Thank you,” you said, and walked over to Carlton. He was looking at the menu and was fairly engrossed with it. You noticed he was sitting so he could face the door- something your father had done your whole life. Your dad always explained that he sat there so he could see who was walking into the restaurant or wherever he was. Not like he’d be able to tell who had a warrant just by looking at him, but you never argued with him. You could only assume that was why Carlton was sitting in that same position. As you approached, Carlton never looked up from his menu. “You know,” you started and Carlton looked up quickly, alarmed at your sudden appearance, “sitting in that spot allows you to see everyone who enters the restaurant. But it doesn’t work very well if you’re not paying attention,” you smiled and Carlton smiled with a sigh and shuffled out of the booth. He looked down at you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“I was having a hard time deciding what to eat. You know how it is when you have an empty stomach.” You laughed and embraced Carlton, enjoying the smell of his cologne mixing with his natural smell. 

“What’re your options?” You pulled away, and you both sat in the booth. You grabbed your menu and started looking over everything. 

“I can’t decide between the steak or the burger.”

“What haven’t you had recently?”

“I haven’t had a good steak in a while…” Carlton trailed off and looked at the menu again. You looked at what he was looking at and saw that it came with mashed potatoes as a side. 

“I say get the steak, it comes with mashed potatoes, and I’ll help you eat those,” you joked, and Carlton laughed too. 

“Okay, but only if you get something that comes with fries because the fries here are amazing.”

“Deal,” you said and smiled at him. “How has your morning been?” 

“Good! I’m just waiting on an autopsy report for the Wyles case. What about you?”

“Oh, you know,” you smiled and took a sip of your water, “This morning was a little busy, and then I’ve got another client at 3 pm, but after that, my day is over.”

“That is a pretty nice schedule, normal, easy to plan around,” Carlton commented, sounding both envious and sad at the same time. 

“It allows me extra forgiveness when it comes to you, Detective.” You winked, and Carlton let out a small laugh.

“My schedule is very unpredictable,” he trailed off a little bit and glanced at the menu, pretending to be interested in it. “I know you said you’re used to it with your dad, but times have changed, and Head Detective is more demanding than it was in the past.”

“You get weekends off regularly, right? Unless you’re called in?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Crime never sleeps,” you offered with a laugh. “Neither do the needs of mental health. However, many of my instances can wait a day or two for an emergency meeting with me.”

“Do your clients ever reach out on your weekends or after hours?”

“Not normally, but I also have a very clear understanding with most of my clients. If they’re in crisis, I always tell them to call 911, but I’ve expressed that in extreme circumstances, they can reach out to me first. Sometimes, you don’t need the emergency services; sometimes people just need to vent to a trusted source and cool off. I need my time to reset after my work weeks, so I don’t allow any contact outside of emergencies.”

“I wish I had that option,” Carlton commented and smiled at you. He looked slightly down, at least down compared to how you normally have seen him. 

“What’s on your mind?” you offered the question up, hoping he would take it and express whatever it was to you. 

“Do you want kids?”

“Whoa!” you said with a good laugh. “I’m not even sure if this is an official date! But yes, I do, do you?” you asked Carlton back, a big smile on your face. He held a smile too, seemingly relieved by your answer. 

“I do.”

“Any reason that’s on your mind?”

“My ex-wife and I…” Carlton kind of cringed at that statement; you observed it, but thought now wasn’t a good time to ask him about it, especially since the last time he mentioned, he and his wife were only separated. “We disagreed on kids to an extent. She thought I didn’t want any, which wasn’t true.”

“Covering your bases, I see,” you gave Carlton a small smile, and he could tell you were thinking about him and his ex-wife. 

“We are separated, and there are no signs of reconciliation from her side. And there’s no interest in reconciling from my side either,” Carlton offered a genuine smile to you, trying to comfort and reassure you. 

“That’s good to hear, I mean not so much for your ex, but it's great news for me,” you laughed. The waiter came over and took your orders, you made sure to get something with fries, like Carlton joked about. 

“Do you have concerns with our schedules not aligning?” Carlton inquired. You assumed this was another issue he and his ex-wife had been dealing with in the past. 

“I don’t. Like I’ve mentioned, I grew up with a schedule like yours. Besides, we’ve made it work out this far. There’s been a part of me that has been interested in trying to work for the Police Department, and that would solve some of our problems.”

“I just worry, if I’m called out-”

“Carlton,” you said, and placed your hand on the table, signaling for his hand. He gave you his hand in response and looked at you. “I think I might like you a little too much to let your work get in the way. Carlton smiled, his blue eyes bright. 

“I’m thankful every day that I ran into you at that bar.”

“The feeling is mutual.” You observed Carlton smile and look down at his lap for a second. “Carlton, what’s bothering you? I keep thinking you’ve told me, but then you continue to look anxious.”

“It’s nothing terrible,” he started, clearing his throat. “Sometimes I worry about the age gap that we have.”

“How old do you think I am?”

“I guessed around 24 or something, based on your schooling and job experience. I’m 39.” Carlton swallowed hard, obviously unsure about how you would react. Your reaction surprised even you. Your core heated up and twitched at the thought of him being so much older. Your face flushed red, and you cleared your throat before looking away to hide your face. You tried to act as normally as possible. Carlton looked at you, eyebrows raised and eyes growing with concern. 

“I’m 26!” you blurted out, trying to deflect from yourself. “So it’s nothing too crazy!”

“It’s 13 years…” Carlton kind of whispered. 

“That’s not bad!” Your voice was squeaky, and you were doing an awful job of hiding your quite dramatic reaction. Did you have daddy issues? You knew Shawn had daddy and mommy issues, but you? This is a new realization for you. Carlton looked at you, his eyebrows now furrowing. He took a breath to ask if you were okay, but the waiter came by with your food and refilled your drinks. You looked back and forth between the waiter and your food, and Carlton was studying you the whole time. He thought back on your reaction, and the realization hit him. He couldn’t stop his eyes from going wide. Were you…turned on? By such a simple thing as his age? He smiled. He thanked the waiter and looked at you. He had a knowing look in his eyes. He observed you, face red and eyes panicky, his mind jumping too quickly for his taste, and thought about how you would look under him, red-faced and moaning. 

You cleared your throat after drinking some water, and Carlton snapped out of his daydream. He felt himself flush with embarrassment, especially after he felt his dress slacks get a little too tight. You smiled and looked down at your food. “Feel free to have some of my fries,” you offered with a shy smile. You couldn’t believe what just happened. You were more than embarrassed but also stunned by Carlton’s reaction. He seemed not only okay with his realization but also seemed into it. 

“Thank you.” Carlton’s voice was strained, even though he seemed more than happy to be here with you. “Help yourself to my mashed potatoes, too.”

~I know, you know~

You and Carlton walked out of the restaurant, and you shielded your eyes from the sun. Carlton switched sides and used his tallness to protect you. You laughed at his gesture and took the opportunity to hold his hand in yours. His hand squeezed yours, and you smiled. “What’s on your agenda for the rest of the day?”

“Well, it's just a lot of paperwork to catch up on,” Carlton said blandly. “What about you?”

“Got another client and then I’m off! I’ll probably go see my dad, my mom is coming to town soon, and I wanna make sure he’s okay with it all.”

“How’s their relationship after the divorce?”

“It's as good as it can be. I mean, they’re very friendly. My dad still loves my mom, and I think my mom still loves him too, maybe not to the same extent, but the marriage didn’t end because they lost feelings. I think my mom primarily did it because of her job.”

“I can understand where your dad is coming from. It just takes finding the right person.” Carlton smiled and looked down at you as you two approached your car. 

“So where are we going on Saturday?” you asked, looking up at him as you leaned against your car door. 

“I’ve got the reservations all set up, I was hoping you’d allow me to pick you up?”

“I can’t say no to a free ride,” you joked and smiled at him. “How fancy do I need to be?”

“A dress, maybe? If you’re comfortable with that. It's an upscale restaurant.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll make sure I wow you. Gotta keep you around.”

“I was planning on sticking around no matter what you wear,” Carlton admitted honestly. He looked down at you, standing close. You were between him and your car. The feeling of Carlton so close to you and you not having an “escape” made you warm with excitement and anticipation.

“Well, that’s good, Detective,” you mumbled slightly. You brought your hands up to Carlton’s tie and started playing with it. “I think I would be pretty disappointed if you left. No, I know I would be disappointed.” You laughed and looked up at Carlton. He smiled, his blue eyes even brighter in the sunlight. Your breathing got heavy, and Carlton’s got heavy to match yours. His eyes darted down to your lips, and your eyes did the same. You nodded slightly and pulled down on Carlton’s tie, bringing him down to you. He didn’t resist much; in fact, he was eager, his tie becoming loose in your grip with how fast he moved his head down to you. One of his hands found its way to the back of your head. He angled your head upwards and pulled your body closer to his. Carlton’s lips met yours with a burning passion and a strong need. Your hands went flat against Carlton’s chest, and you ran your hands down his chest onto his sides. One of your hands bumped into his gun, and you smiled into the kiss. Carlton’s hands found their way to your hips and held you tightly. His lips moved against yours easily, sending sparks through your body. Carlton pulled away from you slowly, his breathing heavy and uneven. Your breathing matched his, and you had a big smile on your face while a blush crept up onto your cheeks. Carlton looked down at you, a small smile gracing his lips. “I think it’s about time we did that.” You laughed, and he laughed too, shaking his head at you. 

“You could have told me you wanted me to do that,” he responded and pulled you into a hug. He nestled his head into your neck, and you did the same to him. 

“I didn’t want to rush you. But now I wish I had. That was the best kiss I have ever had.” Carlton exhaled a laugh into the crook of your neck before he slowly started trailing small kisses up your neck. “Hey!” you exclaimed with a small laugh. Carlton pulled away with a big smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Couldn’t help myself,” Carlton shrugged and leaned down to give you another kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck again, holding him tight as the two of you started to make out slightly. You jumped and bumped your nose into Carlton’s when his phone started ringing loudly. 

“I thought I said we’d have to start muting our phones?” you joked, and Carlton smirked at you. 

“When I can, I will,” he said before he flipped his phone open. “Lassiter…yeah…yeah, I’ll start heading that way.” Carlton closed his phone and ended the call.

“I guess I knew our time together couldn’t last all day.”

“I’ll call you later.” Carlton offered as he stuffed his phone into his pocket. 

“I would hope so.” You smiled, and Carlton leaned down again and gave you one last kiss. 

“Bye, (Y/n).”

“Bye, Carlton. Be safe out there.” The detective smiled and slowly walked away to his car. 

~I know, you know~

When you got back to your office, you set up for your next client. You had another hour or two before they got to your office, so you started tidying up random things. You had some light music playing in the background when you heard the ding of your front door being opened. You frowned and turned from where you were, seeing your dad standing in the doorway. He gave you a big smile, walking over to you. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Dad!” you said and gave him a big hug. “What brings you in today?” 

“Just thought I’d pop in, see how you were doing. I came by earlier to see if you wanted to get lunch, but you were out.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Dad. I was out, I got lunch with a friend.”

“A friend, huh?” Your dad said, eyebrow raised as he sat down in the chair your clients sit in. 

“Yes, Dad, a friend. For now,” you kind of whispered, and he smirked. 

“Who is he?” You sat in your chair and looked at your dad. His eyes were inquisitive, and you wondered if you should tell him. 

“Okay, don’t tell Shawn or Gus-”

“Don’t tell Shawn or Gus? What about me?”

“You won’t give me as much crap for this, when I tell them, I know I’ll never hear the end of it”

“Fine,” your dad sighed and crossed his arms. 

“I’ve been seeing Carlton Lassiter, the Head Detective of the SBPD.”

“Him, huh?”

“Yeah, we’ve had impromptu dates here and there, our first real date is this Saturday.”

“But that’s-”

“I know, Dad. I already talked to Mom about it. I might be able to swing by after? She’s in town for a little while, so we’ll be able to get dinner.”

“I’ve been trying to tell Shawn…”

“How’s that been going?” you silently laughed at your now mini session with your father. 

“He’s been too busy with that stupid museum case. And he wouldn’t let me get anything out. He’s always making those stupid jokes.”

“It's how he deals with things,” you sighed and looked down at the floor for a second. “Dad… Shawn blames you for the divorce, I know you didn’t tell him that Mom was the one who left, why?”

“I didn’t need to cause any more problems with him. He was so distraught after you and your Mom left. He became rebellious and hardheaded.”

“He’s always been hardheaded,” you joked, and your dad laughed. 

“So have you. Not one of the better qualities you two inherited from me.”

“You love us for it, though. Listen, Dad. I think Mom needs to be the one to tell Shawn. If I were you, I would keep quiet about it. It’ll come out sooner than later.”

“You’re right.”

“Shawn just wouldn’t listen to you. And he wouldn’t believe you either. I’ve been telling Mom for years that she needs to tell Shawn what actually happened. I think when she sees how far you two have fallen, she’ll tell him.”

“When did you get so wise? Just last week, you were my little 13-year-old,” your Dad smiled a sad smile. 

“I’m back now, Dad. We have all the time in the world to make up for lost time,” you stood up and your Dad stood too, wrapping you in his arms and hugging you tightly. 

“I missed you. And I missed your Mom, too.”

“I know, Dad.” You rested your head on your dad’s chest, and you could hear his heartbeat going fast. He was never an overly emotional man, but you knew he was holding it all in. The door to your office rang again, signaling someone had walked in. You pulled away from your Dad and looked at the time. It was only 1:30 pm, so this shouldn’t be your next patient. You turned and looked into the lobby. Sure enough, it was. “Oh. That’s my patient.”

“I’ll get out of your hair, I’ll see you later, kid,” your Dad smiled and walked into the lobby, walking past your client. 

“Hey there! Come on in,” you invited, and they walked into the main office area. 

“Sorry, I’m early, am I intruding?”

“Today is your lucky day. You were the only person I had on my schedule for today. But I can’t promise that availability in the future,” you warned, and gestured to the couch. They sat down and thanked you for seeing them now. You dove right into your session, making the hour fly by.

~I know, you know~

You wrapped up your session and got your client rescheduled. You waved them goodbye and then let out a little sigh as you stretched your arms over your head, closing your eyes. Your door dinged again, and you opened your eyes. You smiled as Carlton stood in front of you. “What’re you doing here?” you asked as you walked around to greet him. 

“Well, I’m here for a couple of reasons.” Carlton pulled his arm out from behind him and had a bouquet. “One reason was to see you and give you these flowers. And the second reason was that I have something quite exciting to share with you.”

“And what would that be?” You took the flowers from Carlton and smelled them. You sat on your desk, and Carlton approached you. he caged you in on your desk and stood over you. 

“The department has a case involving a kid- I’m not sure if they’re within your scope, but I told the Chief that I might know someone who can help us with talking to the kid.” 

“And that person you know is me?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Indeed, you are. And, the Chief seemed interested in the thought of actually hiring someone for the SBPD. That’s only in the thought stages, though.”

“That would be an incredible opportunity!” You said excitedly. “I’ll do it! I mean, I’ll come in to see the kid, but if the Chief and the department are serious about the job, I’ll definitely take a stab at it.” Carlton smiled at your enthusiasm. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips. You put the flowers down next to you and slid your arms around his neck. Carlton leaned into you more, and you had to hold onto his neck so as not to fall onto your desk. He pulled away and took a deep breath.

“Doc,” Carlton started, making you raise your eyebrow. “I think I have an addiction.” You laughed and pushed up against Carlton and got him to step away so you could stand up. 

“You and me both, Detective,” you winked. “When does the department need me to meet with the kid?”

“Well, the sooner the better, but I know you have that later appointment.”

“That patient just left. They came in early. I’m all yours, Detective.” You joked. Carlton’s ears burned hot when you said that. He smiled and pulled you into a tight hug. 

“I’ll drive you to the precinct,” Carlton said, and picked up the flowers he got for you. 

“You’ll have to drive me back here, you okay with that?”

“Of course,” Carlton held the door open for you, and you walked out, waiting for him to follow you. You locked the door and put your keys in your bag, following the tall detective to his car. 

“Can I hit the siren button?” You asked as you sat in the passenger seat. Carlton laughed as he shut your car door and went over to his door. 

“Maybe, no promises though,” he joked. You smiled and looked around the car, looking at all the buttons and switches for the lights and sirens. 

“I remember sitting in with my dad sometimes and turning on the lights for him.”

“I’ll let you hit the siren once before we get onto the highway, once!” Carlton said, and you squeaked in excitement. 

“Yay!”

Chapter 6.

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[ktdragonborn]

Oh my god I fully thought you’d abandoned your Carlton Lassiter FIC, just realised you posted chapter 4 last month. I’m so excited to finally find someone currently writing for him!!! Will there be another chapter?! So excited!! Thanks!!

I'm so glad you're liking the story so far! I'm so overwhelmed with the support on the story so far- I thought I was really taking a shot in the dark with writing for an older show.

Yes, there will be more chapters!! I apologize to everyone for taking a while. I like to try to upload two chapters at once, so sometimes that's why it can take longer. My life the past couple of months has been pretty up and down as well, so that's made it harder to find the time to actually sit down and write something that I'm happy with.

There will be more chapters, though, I promise! Thank you for supporting the story and sticking with me!

[ktdragonborn]

Hi I had a Shawn Spencer x police sketch artist reader

She’s best friends with lassie and admits to him she likes Shawn, Lassie despite his hatred of Spencer wants his best friend to be happy and tries (horribly) to set them up while she’s freaking out that Shawn likes Juliet

I love this so much! Such a fun idea. You know Lassie would try his best but he'd be so dismissive with Shawn. I feel like Juliet would find out too somehow and know that Shawn has feelings for the reader as well, so she'd end up being the outside source telling Carlton what to do!

I'd love to see this fleshed out!

[ktdragonborn]

Another Spencer. (Chapter 4)

Carlton Lassiter X Female Reader (Shawn's Sister)

Summary: You finally moved back to California after almost 15 years away. When your mom and dad separated, your dad got Shawn and your mom took you. (Don't ask me why it's just what they agreed on). But now you're back! And you never expected to meet such a dashing Detective that would sweep you off your feet.

Characters: You, Carlton, Shawn and Gus, Juilet, Henry Spencer (dad), Madeleine Spencer (mom), Chief Karan Vick, mention of many other characters.

Warnings: None as of now! There will be smut and other graphic scenes as the story progresses.

~This story follows the show Psych. Plots from episodes are mentioned and some chapters will have you added to them. I do not own any characters from the TV Psych, just a big fan of the show and a bigger fan of our boy Lassie. I couldn't ever find something that hit my craving for Lassiter so here I am. This will also be a very long story. Very long. I'm starting it towards the end of Season 2 and plan on writing it throughout the whole show, skipping some episodes but in the end, it'll be very long.~

Please let me know what you think in the comments! Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list too!

Spoilers for Gus and Shawn of the Dead!

Chapter 3

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You walked into the museum with Gus and Shawn. You hadn’t been here in such a long time, so much has changed. You followed the two men aimlessly and bumped into Shawn when he stopped walking. “Here it is!” he exclaimed and pointed to the giant T-Rex skull on display.

“This is the one you guys found?”

“Sure is!” Shawn beamed and you smiled, admiring the giant skull. 

“Paleo-sluth Shawn Spencer?” Gus questioned and you looked over to the plaque describing the T-Rex. It had a picture of Shawn but nothing of note for Gus. Well except for tiny letters that said “picture by Bruton Gaster”. 

“I know,” Shawn sighed.

“I dug that thing up too.”

“Gus, I know. I was appalled myself at first- sickened really. But then I noticed, look, they didn’t totally forget you.”

“Where?” Gus questioned and you started to laugh when you looked where Shawn was pointing. 

“At least they got your name right,” you joked and Gus glared at you. 

“Well, when I gave them the info I was driving through a tunnel.”

“I want a new plaque, Shawn,” Gus started and looked at your brother, “I want it tomorrow. I want my name in big yellow letters that blink.” Shawn lifted his hands above his head and flashed his fingers to symbolize the lights. You rolled your eyes and laughed, turning to see a woman approaching you. “And why won’t you tell me what this museum case is about?” You heard Gus ask and the female started talking. 

“Gentleman, and ma’am. Thank you for coming. Mr. Spencer,” the woman said and shook your brother's hand, “very good to see you again. And you must be Mr. Gastor.”

“Guster, Burton Guster,” Gus said sternly and shook the lady’s hand. 

“Mr. Guster,” she nodded in understanding. “And you?” she offered, looking at you and shaking your hand. 

“(Y/n) (L/n). I’m Shawn’s sister.”

“Nice to meet you,” she responded and gave you a soft smile. 

“I was just giving Gasty and my sister here all the specifics,” your brother interjected. You frowned because you and Gus knew nothing about the case. 

“Yes, well the exhibit just opened yesterday without a hitch. Then the alarm went off at 3:00 AM.”

“I was here at 5:00 AM,” Shawn said, smiling at you and Gus. You mentally checked that with Carlton’s story, knowing he had to deal with your brother in the early hours.

“You were not.”

“I was, I was working.”

“Doing what?” Gus frowned. 

“It was that private case I told you and (Y/n). Look, I don’t think we should bore Ms. Bridgewell here with the complexities of our cases.” Gus and Shawn started to argue about chasing a cheating boyfriend and you looked at who you now knew at Ms. Bridgewell. 

“I’m sorry about them, this arguing is a theme. They’re like an old married couple,” you laughed and she laughed too, giving you an understanding smile.

“I’m sure you’ve grown up with it?”

“Oh, it was constant when we were kids.”

“Anyway,” Shawn started, “Shall we continue?”

“Of course,” Ms. Bridgewell said and began to walk away, leading you to the exhibit. You noticed right away how Gus was on edge when you entered the mummy room. You stopped and looked at him. 

“Still won’t break the seal?”

“I am not getting haunted today, (Y/n),” Gus shook his head and stood his ground. 

“Shawn,” you called out to your brother as he was too engrossed with Bridgewell to see his best friend. You watched Shawn and Bridgewell turn to look at you and Gus. 

“Come on dude, I thought this was over in the sixth grade.”

“What’s wrong?” Ms. Bridgewell asked, very concerned about Guster.

“He won’t break the plane of the mummy room,” Shawn explained. “He’s afraid of being cursed.”

“He’s not that far off,” Ms. Bridgewell agreed. 

“Please don’t coddle him.”

“Fact: all those guys that unearthed Tut’s tomb- cursed. They’re all dead now.”

“Gus, of course they are, that was ages ago now,” you countered and he turned his nose up at you. “I’m gonna support you Gus but just have better sources to back you up.”

“Talk all you want, but the side of facts and logic wins.”

“Facts and logic are in the corner of the guy who thinks he’s gonna get his face melted off?”

“I’m not hearing it, Shawn,” Gus said and turned away from the three of you. You sighed and started to walk over to Gus. 

“Well you wanted to check the cameras, right?” Ms. Bridgewell asked and Shawn let out a defeated sigh. 

“Will you set foot in the security camera room?” Shawn asked and Gus stepped back and moved his hands in a sort of “lead the way” motion. You chuckled slightly and Shawn walked over to you two. You started following Gus and Ms. Bridgewell led you to the security room. 

“Here it is, you have access to all the cameras currently, but the footage from the night of the disappearance has already been moved to discs which we don’t have a way to actively watch here.”

“It's alright, we have the copies of the footage at our office,” you offered and Gus sat down in the chair. Bridgewell excused herself and the two men started looking at the cameras. 

“This system is better than I thought,” Shawn started to say. “If you make it out of one room you get picked up in the next one immediately.”

“Yeah,” Gus agreed and frowned at the screens. You hoisted yourself up on the desk and turned so you could see the monitors.

“I’m gonna try to beat the system,” Shawn said and stood up, beginning to walk out of the room. 

“All I gotta do is sit here? Fine.”

“We’ll communicate on the phone so give me a call,” Shawn bumped Gus’s shoulder as he left the room and Gus was quick to stop him. 

“No. You call me, or have (Y/n) do it.”

“I can’t do it,” you defended, “I need to keep my phone available for possible client calls.”

“Well this is my work phone,” Gus countered at you and looked back at Shawn. “I’m not paying for those minutes.”

“Gus, it’s usage minutes. It doesn’t matter which one of us makes the call.”

“Just call me,” Gus said sternly and Shawn sighed and left the room. You laughed and then Shawn walked back into the room. 

“I’m sorry I just can’t get over this, it’s a monthly plan-” Shawn started and you cut him off.

“We’ll talk about it later,” you laughed and turned your attention to the screens. You and Gus spent about all day watching and finding Shawn on the screens. You were both able to spot him easily. Your phone started ringing quickly after Gus’ died. You expected it to be Shawn but it wasn’t. It was your mom. You were shocked, you thought she was still out of the country. “I gotta take this Gus, I’ll meet up with you guys later, okay?”

“Sure thing, (Y/n). See you later.” You walked out of the room and bumped into Shawn. 

“Where are you going?” 

“I gotta take this phone call, I told Gus I’d meet up with you guys later. It's late too, meet tomorrow at Psych?”

“Who’s calling?” Shawn asked and tried to look at your phone.

“It’s dad,” you lied quickly. “I’m sure he just wants to grab a bite to eat or something. Keep me updated with everything,” you said and kissed your brother on the cheek. Be safe.”

“You too, sis. See you tomorrow.”

You walked out of the museum and answered your phone on the last ring. “Hello?”

“(Y/n), what took so long?”

“Sorry, mom. I was with Shawn and Gus. I had to go outside before I could answer.”

“Why is that?”

“Mom, it's been so long since you and Shawn talked. I didn’t want it to be through me,” you explained and got into your car. 

“You always were the cautious one, Penguin.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname. Your mom had a thing for birds apparently, Shawn was Goose and you were Penguin.

“Shawn and I have been great recently and I don’t wanna ruin that. I’m choosing to stay out of any situation that could hinder our relationship.”

“How are you and your dad?”

“We’re good too. He’s been very happy to have me back in town. We’re trying to figure out weekly or bi-weekly family dinners with Shawn and Gus,” you kept talking to your mom as you started driving your car, heading to your house.

“And how is Guster?”

“He’s a pharmaceutical salesman now, and he’s quite good at him. He and Shawn run a small business together but I’ll let them tell you more about that.”

“Their friendship has always been one I admired,” you could hear your mom smiling over the phone, she did love her kids, all three of you. 

“Where are you calling from Mom? I didn’t expect to hear from you until you were back in the States.”

“I am back in the States,” she said and you felt your heart drop.

“Well, Mom, why didn’t you email me or something and let me know you were coming back home? I told you I’d meet you in Colorado for a catch-up.”

“Well, Penguin, I didn’t want to interrupt your life in California. I knew you would be popular not only with your brother and father but with others in the area. How’s your love life?”

“Mom!”

“I’m kidding Penguin, I’m kidding. I mean I know I’m right but you can tell me all about it when I see you on Saturday.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m coming to California. Your father didn’t tell you?”

“I’m guessing he assumed you would tell me. You and I have a different relationship than the one you have with Shawn.”

“Well your father and I were planning to get dinner on Saturday night with you and your brother,” your mom explained and you sighed deeply. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do dinner, unfortunately. I can get breakfast on Sunday though.”

“Why can’t you do Saturday?”

“Well, going back to my love life, I have a date on Saturday night. Normally I would move it but it’s with a detective and you of all people know how crazy their schedules can be.”

“How exciting!” Your mom exclaimed. 

“Yeah, apparently it's in the Spencer blood to fall in love with a detective.”

“You’re in love??”

“No- Mom! I was making a joke because Shawn has the hots for a different detective. Don’t you dare tell him I told you that!”

“I won’t Penguin, the secret is safe with me.”

“Why are you coming to California anyway?”

“For work, I’m doing psych evals on current and new personnel in law enforcement.”

“For how long?” 

“A couple of weeks, I’ll be going around the state but home base will be in Santa Barbara.”

“At least we’ll have plenty of time to catch up,” you said and you pulled into your driveway, parking your car and turning it off. 

“Well, I look forward to seeing you, Penguin.”

“Me too, mom. I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“And I love you,” your mom said and you smiled as you hung up the phone call. You had decided to let your dad tell Shawn that your mom was coming into town. Especially since you weren’t gonna be able to make it to the Saturday night dinner. 

~Your worst inhibitions~

You waited for a phone call all Sunday. Trying your best to not worry about Shawn and Gus. It was odd that neither of them had called you yet. You finally decided just to go to Psych and see if they were there. When you walked in, you saw Gus sitting at his desk and Shawn was writing on the clear whiteboard they had. “What the hell guys?” you asked as you walked into the room. They both looked happy to see you as if nothing had happened. 

“(Y/n)!” Shawn exclaimed and held his arms out to you for a hug. 

“No, you don’t get a hug. I expected to hear from you guys, letting me know where to meet you!”

“Oh yeah, Gus’s phone died and I dropped mine.”

“Gus, you don’t have a personal phone?”

“No. My work phone is all I have.”

“Ridiculous,” you mumbled and sat on Shawn’s desk. “Well, tell me what I missed.”

“We found the security guard, dead in a fridge at the musem.”

“Lassiter exhumed a body,” Gus added and your jaw dropped. 

“He did what?” “He exhumed the body of that Wyles guy. Something to do with an inconclusive autopsy.”

“Okay…”

“Oh, and the security guard was strangled to death. But they couldn’t get fingerprints off of his neck because the hands were wrapped in cloth,” Shawn explained.

“And Juliet told us that the fibers weren’t from here. In fact, they were from another country, and they were old.”

“So the mummy actually killed someone?”

“That’s the leading theory we’ve got right now. And now we’re working backward.”

“Show me what you’ve got,” you said and Shawn explained everything that happened involving the mummy. After he explained that the mummy did not have any incidents at the other museums, it was clear that this museum was the problem. 

“We have to go back to the museum,” Shawn mumbled and started to gather his belongings. 

~Gonna Psych you out in the end~

“This is as close as I get to the museum, Shawn,” Gus said and planted his feet on the ground. 

“Wow, this place really messed you two up,” you mumbled and looked at Gus. Right as Shawn was about to take some steps forward a man in a wheelchair came out from behind the boxes in the loading bay. He was frowning at all of you and you had to try your best not to frown back at him. 

“My name is Shawn Spencer, I’m working with Sophie and the museum. These are my partners, Paddy Simcox and Tiny Dancer,” you and Gus both looked at Shawn before turning your attention to the man in front of you. He looked confused at your names and Shawn continued to talk to the man. “We’re wondering if you have any documentation on the arrival of the rock’em sock’em mummy.”

“Rahmentottem,” You corrected.

“Or any instances of things exploding for no apparent reason?” Gus added to the question and your brows furrowed. 

“I don’t know nothing, and I don’t think you guys should be in here,” the man said, his snark clearing dripping from his tone. Gus started to leave and you stopped him before he could get very far. 

“Maybe I should tell Sophie that you’re not being very helpful,” Shawn threatened and the man gave up more information. 

“Listen, all I have security access for is this room.”

“Well, then let us know what happens here, man!” Shawn exclaimed, his voice coming out whiney. 

“Fine,” the man gives in a little bit, very obviously annoyed with your presence. “The thing shows up, a museum rep comes and does an inspection, and then we put it out on the floor,” the man explained and Shawn spun around and discovered something.

“Dude,” he said and hit Gus’s arm. “It's a tripod, I told you that was a tripod,” he said and started jogging towards the tripod he had spotted in the grass. Gus started off after Shawn and you sighed in defeat. You muttered a thank you to the man and ran after your brother. You noticed at this point someone in a bright orange jacket running away from Shawn and Gus. You decided to run around the shrubbery, running to a parking lot. You spotted a car right next to the grass where the person in orange would have been going towards. You walked up to it and leaned against the car, smirking as the person in orange ran to the car but stopped when they saw you. Gus and Shawn ran up, close behind the person in orange. 

“I’m sorry!” she looked at you and looked back at your brother and Gus. Gus gave you a look of bewilderment, wondering how you got here so fast. “I know I promised not to shoot there anymore and I know you guys said you’d call the cops, but I only need one more night for my project to be done.”

“Your project?” Gus questioned. 

“My film project! Aren’t you guys with the…”

“Yes we are,” Shawn finished her sentence. 

“With who?”

“Whoever you think we are.”

“The museum?”

“Yes. Exactly. And you’re a film student?”

“Yes, working on the night cycle,” she said and she smiled a bit, “It's my thesis. It's just the lifecycle of a wildflower at the top of the hill.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Shawn interrupted her, “the name of your film is Night Cycle?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Gus asked.

“Well, it's kind of boring. Unless it’s about a motorcycle that comes to life at night and solves crime and does sweet wheelies.”

“I’d watch that,” you added and nodded with Shawn.

“Listen, the girl said to try and get back on topic. “I already told the other guy that you can hardly see the museum in the background.” You stood up straight and stared at her. 

“You have footage of the museum?”

“Yeah, but it won’t infringe on anyone's copyright, I can guarantee it.” You looked at Shawn and he looked at you with a knowing look. 

“Do you have stuff from Tuesday night?” Shawn asked.

“Yeah, but not on me,” she and you looked at Shawn and Gus, all nodding. 

“We need to see that footage.”

~I know, you know~

You all sat around the computer screen as the girl pulled up all her footage. She pulled her hair out of her hat and Shawn and Gus immediately started to pay closer attention to her. You rolled your eyes and your phone started ringing. You looked at it and saw it was Carlton. You stood up and walked into the hallway, leaning against the doorframe so you could still hear and see what Shawn and Gus were looking at. “Hello?” you answered casually, even though you were excited he was calling.

“Hi, (Y/n). It's Carlton.”

“What a welcome surprise.”

“I know, sorry to call you at such a random hour.”

“Not a problem, Detective. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to know if you’d be available for breakfast tomorrow,” you smiled and thought about your day tomorrow. 

“I can, but it’d have to be pretty early. My first client tomorrow comes in at 9 AM.”

“I can make that work,” Carlton sounded happy over the phone. You smiled when suddenly Gus came charging into you, pushing you out of the way. You gasped at the impact and frowned at him. You glazed back at the computer and saw it. The mummy walking out of the museum. 

“I’m sorry Carlton, I have to go,” you said, your words leaving you slowly. “I’ll call you back in a little bit,” you said and hung up the phone before Carlton even had a chance to say goodbye. 

“Gus?” Shawn asked as you walked back to your brother. 

“He just ran past me. I can’t believe it,” you said astonished. The girl flipped to the next picture and you noticed the taillights of the van were on. “Shawn look,” you pointed. 

“Good spot, (Y/n),” your brother said and the girl moved to the next frame. The van was gone. 

“Dude, he took that van!”

“A 3,000-year-old mummy knows how to drive?” You asked sarcastically. 

“We know how he got away now,” Shawn countered and you shrugged. 

“Great, now we've got a mummy on the loose,” Gus sighed. “We need to call the police.”

“Not yet,” Shawn said and looked at the pictures as the girl cycled through them. “I know that van.”

“You know where it is?” Gus asked. 

“Unless it's moved in the last two hours, I do,” Shawn said and ran out of the room, you and Gus quickly followed. 

When you guys got back to the museum, the van was there. You were in the back of Gus’s blueberry and Shawn didn’t move his seat up for you to get out. You let out an exasperated sigh but soon the men got back in the car. You saw the van take off and Gus started turning the vehicle around. After the third time of him backing up and pulling forward you sighed. “What is this? Austin Powers?!?”

“Dude, they’re not even gonna be in California by the time you're done!” Shawn exclaimed. Shawn and Gus started arguing. Finally, Gus figured it out and you all took off after the van. It was driving down a county road, one you had never been down before. Suddenly the van made a crazy sharp turn and almost flipped. 

“Holy crap,” you whispered and Gus slowed down, parking where the van went off the road. You looked out the windshield and saw the van was crashed into a tree. 

“Come on,” Shawn said and started to get out of the car.

“I’m not going out there!” Gus exclaimed and you started to slip into the passenger seat so you could get out of the car. 

“Gus, whoever’s down there hit  a tree, they're incapacitated, they’re not moving.”

“They might need help, Gus,” you offered. Your voice was small, not expecting this night to go this way at all. 

“Alright fine,” Gus huffed and looked at Shawn. “I’m bringing my bat,” Gus said and went to his trunk to get the bat he had. You checked the car for a flashlight and found two. You and Shawn both took a flashlight as you three slowly approached the van. Your heart was pounding, and your steps were light. You shined your flashlight on the driver’s side mirror, hoping to blind any assailant that may be in there. “Guys…I think…” Gus started and trailed off. “I think this may be the most terrifying moment of my life.”

“You’re confronting it head-on. So proud of you, buddy,” Shawn whispered and stopped when he heard rustling from beyond the car. He shined his flashlight out there but you couldn’t see anything. “I think I just saw someone running away in the woods…”

“The door is cracked,” you whispered and pointed at it. 

“I don’t think anyone is here,” Shawn said and the two men approached the door more rapidly. 

“How sure are you?”

“Farily to pretty damn,” Shawn said and Gus sighed, spinning in a 360 to check his surroundings. You approached the driver's door and shined your flashlight in the window. You screamed and Gus turned around to find himself face to face with a mummy. You grabbed Gus and shoved your face into his chest. 

“Shawn?” Gus trailed off and out of the corner of his eye, he could see his best friend high tailing it back to the car. He frowned and put his arm around you. He walked you back to the car and you all got the situation. 

“That was a real mummy,” you mumbled and wrapped your arms around yourself. 

“We’ll drop you off at the office, (Y/n),” Gus said and you whispered a ‘thank you’. You needed to get to your house anyway and prepare for tomorrow. It was Monday after all. 

The drive to the office was quiet. Shawn had told Gus that once you were dropped off they needed to go to the police department right away. “Thanks, guys,” you said and got out of the car and walked towards yours.

“We’ll call you tomorrow, (Y/n),” Shawn said and gave you a smile. You nodded and waved at the two men and hopped into your car. Speaking of tomorrow, you needed to call Lassiter back. Before you called him, you looked at your schedule for tomorrow and noticed you had about a three-hour lunch, mainly because you didn’t have any clients booked for that time, but that would be a better time for you and Carlton to meet. You dialed his number and it rang for a while before he finally picked up. 

“Lassiter,” his voice was stern and tired, you could tell he had been working all day. 

“Hi Carlton, it’s me.”

“Oh, (Y/n). Sorry, I didn’t look who was calling before I answered.”

“No need to apologize I’m sure you’re busy. Sorry about hanging up on you so fast, something happened that needed my full attention.”

“Not a problem, I know you have your own life.”

“Well, I was just calling to ask if you’d rather get lunch tomorrow. It’ll give us more time than breakfast. I’m available from noon to three.”

“I can do that,” he agreed and you smiled. “I may not be able to enjoy the full three hours, even with this late shift I’ll have a lot to work on regarding this case.”

“I’m just glad I can get some time with you,” you smiled and you heard Carlton laugh. 

“Yeah, I can’t promise that my schedule with always be this forgiving.”

“Trust me, I know. I’m counting myself lucky already. My dad and mom were always struggling to find good date nights.”

“Well I-” you heard Carlton start and then you heard his name called. You could hear voices but you couldn’t tell what they were saying. “Yeah, I’ll be right there,” Carlton said and turned his attention back to you. “(Y/n), I’m sorry.”

“Go save the world, hero, I’ll call you tomorrow and figure out where we can meet up,” you said and Carlton laughed. 

“I look forward to it, see you tomorrow, (Y/n).”

“Have a good night, Carlton,” you said and hung up the phone. You took a deep breath and started your car. Tonight may have been scary but you have a bright tomorrow to look forward to.

Chapter 5.

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Another Spencer. (Chapter 3)

Carlton Lassiter X Female Reader (Shawn's Sister)

Summary: You finally moved back to California after almost 15 years away. When your mom and dad separated, your dad got Shawn and your mom took you. (Don't ask me why it's just what they agreed on). But now you're back! And you never expected to meet such a dashing Detective that would sweep you off your feet.

Characters: You, Carlton, Shawn and Gus, Juilet, Henry Spencer (dad), Madeleine Spencer (mom), Chief Karan Vick, mention of many other characters.

Warnings: None as of now! There will be smut and other graphic scenes as the story progresses.

~This story follows the show Psych. Plots from episodes are mentioned and some chapters will have you added to them. I do not own any characters from the TV Psych, just a big fan of the show and a bigger fan of our boy Lassie. I couldn't ever find something that hit my craving for Lassiter so here I am. This will also be a very long story. Very long. I'm starting it towards the end of Season 2 and plan on writing it throughout the whole show, skipping some episodes but in the end, it'll be very long.~

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Chapter 2.

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You walked into the Psych office and saw Gus sitting at his computer. He looked up at you with a frown. “(Y/n)? What are you doing here?” You let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Shawn called me and said you were in trouble. I came over as fast as I could.”

“I’m fine, thank you for checking though.”

“Where’s Shawn? I need to yell at him. I met a very nice man and we were basically on a date!”

“I don’t know where he is. I’m running some numbers for Psych. Trying to figure out where to make budget cuts so we stay afloat.”

“I was curious about how much you guys actually made, not that I doubt you guys but there’s only so many cases the SBPB can need you guys for.”

“Luckily, my job pays me so well I can use some of what I earn to put into Psych,” Gus sighed and lowered his eyebrows. “Hence, why I’m here on a Friday night.”

“Ah! (Y/n)! You got here much quicker than I thought,” Shawn announced as he walked into the office with Chinese takeout in his left hand. 

“Shawn, you told me Gus was in trouble, of course I got here quick! I left a very nice man at a bar because of you!”

“Well one, you’re welcome, he probably wasn’t good enough for you anyway,” Shawn said as he placed the food on his desk, the big brother in him coming out. “Second, Gus is in trouble!”

“What do you mean I’m in trouble?!” Gus exclaimed. 

“You!” Shawn pointed at Gus and sat down in his chair, “did not ask (Y/n) to dinner tonight like I told you to!” 

“That’s what this is about?” Gus sighed and looked at you. “Shawn did want to have dinner tonight, all three of us. I guess it slipped my mind.”

“No biggie honestly. If it was scheduled for this time I probably would’ve said no anyway,” you looked at your watch and read 8:20 PM.

“Besides Shawn, (Y/n) was basically on a date, I think she’s doing fine without us intermingling.”

“Whatever, I would need to meet this guy before I can give him the a-okay,” Shawn defended. You rolled your eyes at your brother and sat down on the couch. You knew they would know Carlton. As soon as he told you he was the head detective you knew Shawn and Gus would never approve and you really debated telling them about him but you know that wouldn’t go over well. You’ve heard the way these two talk about Carlton and know that you would have an ear full to listen to. 

“Well, what’s for dinner? The smell is making me hungry,” you said and Shawn smirked at you before bringing his chair over to you and placing the food on the coffee table. 

“The classic from our local takeout place!”

“The Chinese from the little shop up the road is really good,” Gus defended. 

“Okay, fine,” you sighed and sat down. The boys started talking about their latest endeavours and all you could think about was Carlton. You overheard Shawn mention something about a job he got- not as a psychic but as a stalker essentially.

“So you have to follow this guy?”

“Yeah,” Shawn added, looking at you. At this point, you had started paying attention. “Someone wants his dirty secrets exposed. I can’t tell you who, but I was given a good sum of money to dig up some dirt on him.”

“Who is this guy?”

“A good friend of the mayor, he’s the runner-up for some top position within the city.”

“Be careful then, he may have some bodyguards or something.”

“This isn’t the Vice President, (Y/n),” Shawn snickered and looked at Gus as he forked some food into his mouth. Gus and Shawn both started doing their fake chuckles and you rolled your eyes at them. You took another bite of food when suddenly your phone started ringing. 

“Who is it?” Gus asked, curious as to who could be calling you this late.

“Is it a client?” Shawn asked and tried to peep at the number. You stared at it, not recognizing the numbers on the screen. 

“Could be, I suppose. I haven’t opened up after hours calling though, I always tell my clients to call 911. Excuse me,” you said and stood up, walking into the lobby of Psych and sitting on the desk. “Hello?”

“(Y/n)? This is Carlton,” the man's voice echoed in your ears and you felt yourself smile. You spun around to see if Shawn and Gus were looking at you- they weren’t- too engrossed in their own conversation. 

“Hi, Carlton!” You tried not to sound too excited but the squeak in your voice gave it away. 

“Sorry to call so soon, I wanted to give you time to find out if your friend was okay, how is he?” you mentally slapped Shawn, adoring how caring and worried Carlton sounded. 

“Oh yeah, he’s ok! My brother, ever the drama queen, told me his friend was hurt so I would come over right away. Now they’re both in trouble because they interrupted our evening.”

“Is it too much to hope that we can continue tonight?” you blushed and looked down at the time. Only 30 minutes had passed since you got to Psych. It was almost nine… but it was a Friday night too.

“Are you still at the bar?”

“No.”

“Are you home?”

“No…I’m actually at the police department.”

“Well… I don’t see why we couldn’t meet up again,” You said, the heat rising to your face from your belly. Butterflies overtook your senses- and your brain, “Especially at such a romantic location.”

“We could meet somewhere else,” Carlton offered. You could hear others in the police department working and walking around.

“I’d love that, but if you’re working you should probably stay there. Why’d you go there anyway?”

“I didn’t want to go home yet, and I have a lot of paperwork to get done regarding the Wyles death.”

“I’ve seen that in the papers, very big case you’ve got there Detective.”

“Oh, you've seen it?” Carlton’s voice perked up. You could tell he was prideful about his cases, he wanted to show off his skills. 

“I have, it’s wrapping up soon isn’t it?”

“I’m finishing some aspects of the case now. But we’ll see.”

“Well, Detective,” you started and looked back at your brother and Gus. “As much as I would like to see you again, I don’t want to get in the way of your work. How about tomorrow morning? Want to get breakfast?”

“I’d like that.”

“Perfect,” you smiled and took a deep breath. “I haven’t lived here in a while but one of my favorite breakfast places is here, it was amazing as a child, I hope it's still good, if you’d like to meet there?”

“Absolutely, send me the address?”

“Right away, tomorrow at 8?”

“See you then,” Carlton said and hung up before you could say anything else. You jumped up from the desk, a big smile on your face. You held your phone tight to your chest and spun around to observe Shawn and Gus in the same spots you left them in. You took a deep breath and calmed down, returning to the room and sitting back down. 

“Everything good?” Shawn asked. 

“More than good,” you smiled and started to eat your dinner again. “I have a date tomorrow morning.”

~Embrace the deception~

You sat at the wire table that was outside of the cafe you grew up with. You and your mom came to this cafe all the time before you moved to Colorado. You looked at the time, 8:05. You weren’t worried- but for a Detective to not be on time? That was concerning. You had ordered two glasses of water and then ordered your go-to drink as you waited for Carlton to show up. You had picked up a copy of the Mirror, Santa Barbara’s main news source, for reliable information and you were reading through it. You frowned slightly when you saw that Carlton wasn’t in the paper at all. You flipped through the rest of the paper and reached the comic section. You sipped on your drink and smiled lightly at some of the comics. You checked the time again, 10 minutes had passed. You sighed and grabbed your phone, seeing if you had any missed calls. Shawn had texted you at 5:00 AM, something about a mummy escaping a museum, and was asking if you wanted to help him and Gus if you had the time. Flipping your phone open, you texted Shawn back, letting him know you could swing by the office later. You switched over to your texts with Carlton to make sure you sent the right address. Everything looked correct in your texts and you felt defeated. “Need a refill, ma’am?” the server came over to you and offered a small smile. You smiled back and nodded. 

“Yes please, I’ll hold out hope for a little longer.”

~Learn how to bend~

Carlton panicked when he saw the time. Everything had gotten away from him after he got called to the museum this morning. And then having to see Spencer so early- it was just one thing after another. He had noticed the time after Karen had informed himself and O’hara that she would be stepping down as Chief. He grabbed his keys and left the precinct, rushing to his car to get to your breakfast place. He was relieved when your breakfast place was close to the precinct, maybe you two could get more breakfast here- if he didn’t mess anything up with this date. He may or may not have broken some speed laws to get to you. He threw his car in park and jumped out, locking it quickly behind him. He looked down at his watch, 8:20. How had he been so careless? He hoped that you would still be there, although in his heart he knew you wouldn’t be. He rounded the corner and saw you. He slowed down a little bit, walking a normal pace as he took you in. You were stunning, he didn’t expect you to become more beautiful when he saw you in daylight. He noted the sad expression your face held. You looked at your watch and then looked around you, trying to find Carlton. He felt himself stumble when you finally saw him. The light in your eyes was bright and the smile you had on your face made his heart skip a beat. 

This was bad for Carlton, not because you were bad or anything, he just felt himself falling harder and harder for you, it wasn’t going to take long until you consumed his every thought. You stood up as Carlton walked into the cafe’s patio area and walked over to you. You embraced him in a tight hug and Carlton’s heart sped up more than he thought possible. “Thought you stood me up for a second there,” you laughed lightly and ended the hug, quickly sitting back down in your chair. 

“I was shocked to see you here still,” Carlton admitted, feeling terrible about being late. 

“Well, even if you didn’t show up, I couldn’t pass up my favorite breakfast,” you joked and smiled at him. “I read the paper today, but didn’t see anything about the case you’ve been working on.”

“I noticed that too,” he glanced over at your open paper, seeing the comic section. He smiled at that and looked back at you. “I’m sorry about being late. We got called out at 4 AM for an emergency case. I was still at the office, working on the reports for the Wyles case.”

“Explains why you look the same from last night,” you teased and the waitress came over. She had a smile on her face, seemingly happy that Carlton didn’t stand you up. Carlton ordered a coffee and you both ordered breakfast, you knew what you wanted and Carlton knew he wanted something simple. 

“Yeah, today has been something of a headache. The assistant curator believes that this ancient mummy got out of its case and left the museum. She was set on the fact that it was ‘supernatural’. She insisted we bring in the resident idiot of the PD Shawn Spencer,” Carlton explained and he thought he saw you almost choke on your drink.

“Resident idiot?”

“Yeah, claims he’s a psychic but I don’t buy it. However, we had to call him and of course, he had to agree with the assistant curator.”

“So the psychic believes the mummy came back to life?”

“Unfortunately yes. Luckily, I still have to focus on the Wyles case, so while we wait for DNA results, I can focus on the true detective work, while he wastes his time,” Carlton took a sip of his coffee and noticed your smile. You hadn’t stopped looking at him or smiling since he got there, and all he’s done is complain. 

“Well, at least you won’t have to see him much. Hopefully at least. What else happened this morning?”

“Actually…” Carlton started, unsure if he should tell you or not. “My Chief, Chief Vick, told me and my partner today that on Friday she would be stepping down at Chief.”

“That’s interesting. Did she say why exactly?”

“Only that when she became interim chief she made a deal with the mayor that she wouldn’t always have the ‘interim’ title.”

“Oh I see, I didn’t realize she was in a temporary position.”

“It was supposed to become her full position, but it was taking too long for her liking, so she essentially gave the mayor an ultimatum and he never responded, so she’s stepping down.”

“Is the position open then?”

“It's a very political position unfortunately, so from what I understand the mayor already has someone else picked out,” Carlton sighed, and right when he was done talking, your server came over with your food. You both thanked her and started to eat your food. 

“How do you feel about that?”

“I was a little disappointed. I mean Karen is a great Chief, I’m sad to be losing her. But it's also frustrating that there’s no chance of anyone in the Santa Barbra Police Department who would be able to apply.” You hummed in response and took a bite of your food. 

“You would apply?”

“I think I would,” Carlton agreed and looked at you while you thought and ate. He couldn’t get over how beautiful you were. Your eyes were some of the prettiest he’d ever seen. He could get lost in your conversations so easily. 

“That changed from last night,” Carlton felt called out by you and he just smiled. “I never expected the opportunity to present itself so soon.”

“It may not mean much, but I do support you in wanting Chief,” Carlton heard the honesty in your voice and felt himself get lightheaded. Yeah. He was in trouble. He swallowed hard and quickly drank some coffee to hide his face before it got red. 

“How was your work week?” Carlton asked, quickly changing the subject off of him.

“It was good,” you smiled and continued to eat your food. “Nothing too crazy, it’s kind of hard right now since I’m still gaining clients, but I believe this upcoming week I’ve got three or four new clients.”

“How many would you have in Colorado?”

“It depended on the day, but typically my days would be full. Seven to eight clients a day.”

“Was it ever overwhelming?”

“Sometimes, sure. But most times it was manageable. Of course, there would be the few with a lot of trauma that would leave me feeling drained, especially any first responders that came to me.”

“Do you have any first responders here?”

“None yet, but you know how it is. There’s a stigma with this stuff and especially with first responders there's the fear that therapy will make you look weak. I saw it all the time with my mom and dad.”

“I heard we’re having a psychiatrist come in and perform evals on some officers. Not sure who is going to have to participate yet. Do you know who’s coming?” Carlton asked. He hoped it was you. He wanted to show you around the police department and introduce you to O’Hara and Karen. If you had worked with first responders before, you could possibly work in the department full-time.

“I’m not. There are so many different psychiatrists in this one area, and if the department is getting someone from out of state, then I don’t know,” you answered and leaned back in your chair. You looked at Carlton and when you made eye contact with him you smiled. Carlton smiled back and took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was gonna say but then his phone started ringing. 

“Sorry,” he muttered and grabbed it to see it was O’Hara.

“We’re gonna have to start muting our phones when we’re together,” you joked and he smiled at you before answering the phone. His voice went deeper as he spoke to his partner. 

“Lassiter,” he answered and his eyes darted away from your face to look down at the ground. O’Hara gave Carlton some run-down information about the Wyles case and the case that Spencer was working on. “You need me now?” he asked, slightly dreading the answer. He frowned when O’Hara said yes. He hung up the phone after mumbling “I’ll be right there”. He looked at you. You were still smiling but he could see the sadness in your face. Carlton opened his mouth to speak. 

“It’s okay, it's what I get for seeing a cop,” you laughed and stood up. He stood up too and you gave him another hug. “Go arrest some bad guys already, you gotta keep me interested somehow.” Carlton wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. 

“I wanna take you to dinner,” he blurted out and you could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. 

“I can’t promise what the next work week entails. How’s next Saturday sound?” you offered and he nodded against your head.

“I can work with that.”

“If it works, maybe we can do an impromptu breakfast or lunch again,” you pulled away from the hug and looked into his blue eyes. He smiled and nodded. Carlton wanted so desperately to kiss you, but he knew he needed to wait. 

“We’ll keep in touch,” he stated and pulled away. He went to grab his wallet to pay for breakfast but you stopped him.

“Get going already,” you laughed and stepped away from him. “I’ve got this covered, you just plan on taking care of dinner.” Carlton smiled and started to walk away. 

“Bye, (Y/n).”

“Bye, Carlton.”

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Jotaro Kujo x Afab!Reader

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Warnings: Enemies to lovers, angst with a happy ending, soft Joot, soft dom!Jotaro, both of you are hurting inside, slightly inexperienced Jotaro, fingering, soft sex, slightly ooc Joot but I did my best (he is really hard to write for)

Summary: He loved your cousin just as you did, however you can’t bring yourself to do the same for him. You could both easily comfort one another, yet you hate him so. It adds a painful irony to your whole ordeal that you’re not too fond of.

It was raining, funny enough. Just like it did in the movies. It always rained when the main character was in tears.

It hurt to sit there and watch, unable to say or do anything. You were his cousin, after all. The two of you had grown up together, thick as thieves. Yet you had nothing to say at his funeral.

And it wasn’t because you didn’t want to.

It’s because you couldn’t.

You couldn’t bring yourself to walk up there and speak about what a wonderful young man he was in front of his friends and the rest of your shared family. You were already in so much pain from the whole event, as was everyone else.

How could they not?

The death of a young man who had such a wonderful life ahead of him. A young man who was loved by all and loved everyone. A young man who was unafraid to stand up for his beliefs.

It was soul crushing.

So there you sat, in the back of the group next to some of his friends who didn’t know you all that well, but comforted you nonetheless. They had heard of you. You were practically his best friend, like a sibling to him in ways that people didn’t understand.

You were seventeen.

Seventeen year olds shouldn’t experience this type of pain.

Seventeen year olds shouldn’t lose their lives to some supposed vampire that had a hundred year old grudge.

It just shouldn’t happen.

It’s not right.

You felt the tears slide down your cheeks as you sat and listened to the speakers.

It’s unjust.

After the service, you ran into the friend that you had heard oh so much about. The one who’s name had been mentioned on many phone calls and written on various letters.

Jotaro Kujo.

“So you’re y/n.”

And those three words stuck with you until college.

It took you all you had to refrain from crying like a child in front of him, but he said nothing as you broke down before him. It was as if he understood, as if he felt your pain to some extent. But he kept to himself.

“So you’re y/n.”

The words echoed in your head, repeating over and over on a never ending cycle. Kakyoin talked about you whilst on his travels. He told his friends all about you and how you loved him like a brother. He loved you. He loved you so much that he bothered his newfound friends with your name. He loved you so much that he wrote to you at every town he stopped at, even calling if he could. He loved you so much.

And it hurt.

Because seventeen year olds aren’t supposed to lose their best friends to tragic and violent situations.

“Hey y/n! What classes do you have?” Your friend asked enthusiastically, running up to you and grabbing your arm excitedly. You shrugged and continued to walk on, pulling out the piece of paper from the pocket of your skirt.

“It’s just what I wanted.” You say simply and head to your dormitory, which was right in the center of the college campus, large and glorified as if to say ‘we want the best for our students’.

“And what would that be silly?” You roll your eyes, unable to hold in the frustrated groan that escapes you.

“What do you think? Marine Biochemistry, Biological Oceanography, Invertebrate Zoology, and Physics.” You huff and walk into the lobby of your dormitory. It’s a coed dorm, since the school believes that it makes socializing easier for students.

However it just increases the std rate.

“I really don’t understand what made you want to become a marine biologist.” Your friend huffs as you fumble with the keys to your room. It’s not like she’d understand anyways.

“I find it interesting, that’s all.” You sigh and open the door, dropping your back to the floor with a sigh. Classes start tomorrow, so you’d better get a good nights rest. “Just like how you wanted to become a Zoologist.” You look over your shoulder. “Now scram, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me.”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Call me if you need anything y/n.”

And like that, you were left alone in your new room.

Supposedly you had a roommate, but they never showed, so you had the room to yourself, which was quite nice. However, you did have neighbors. Which you didn’t really mind as long as they weren’t loud.

But you hadn’t even seen them yet, so you couldn’t gauge anything until they showed their faces.

So here you were, stumbling around tiredly to find the kitchen in your new apartment-like dorm room. It was swanky, really. Almost too fancy to be considered a college dorm room.

Once you got something to eat, you plopped onto the couch and went to sleep, too lazy to head to your bedroom and sleep properly. The television ran loudly in the background, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything anymore, and if you did, it was something serious.

To you at least.

Your alarm forced you awake, ruining your mood entirely. You wanted to wake up well rested and ready for the day ahead, not the other way around.

“Shut the hell up.” You grumbled as you tripped your way over to your bedroom, slamming your alarm clock to the floor before hopping in the shower.

A mediocre schedule for a mediocre person. Nothing too out of the ordinary for someone who really didn’t do that much.

After a quick, far from healthy, breakfast, you headed down and began to walk around the campus blindly. It was beautiful and well kept, with students chatting and smiling practically everywhere you looked. The atmosphere was one of youth and happiness, one that would make someone in their forties shiver in nostalgic remembrance.

You ran a hand through your hair as you walked, trying to get your thoughts together before you went to class. The last thing you wanted to do was show up looking like a mess when you’ve wanted nothing but to make an impression on your instructors.

“Hey watch where you’re going” An all too familiar voice says behind you, forcing you to stop dead in your tracks. He’s not talking to you, or is he? You can’t really tell- but you have to turn around to look at him.

“Jotaro..?” You whisper, looking at him with surprise. He looks at you, sneering in slight disgust as if he doesn’t remember you.

It really is him, standing at 6’5 in all his buff glory. You haven’t seen him in at least three years, and can’t help but be surprised at how much he’s changed. It has you in slight awe, but you push it back and continue on with your day.

“Punk.” You hear him grumble as you walk, which sets off something in you.

The next thing you know, you’re face to face with him, glaring at him as you speak.

“Listen here, Mr. Kujo. I may be many things, but I am no punk.” You growl, taking a step back and placing a cocky hand on your hip. He may have seen you at your worst, but you weren’t about to let him think you were weak. You’re just as strong as he is and you’re willing to give him hell as long as it gets your point across.

“Get out of my face, bitch.” He scoffs, pushing past you effortlessly. It only pisses you off more, but you bite your tongue, figuring you’ll have plenty of chances to get back at him.

And boy were you right.

There he is, front and center in the lecture hall for your Marine Biochemistry class. He looked bored, as if he had better things to do than attend the classes that he most likely picked out for himself.

It seemed like he followed you for the rest of the day, because everywhere you went, he was there. All of your classes, all of your little hiding spots on campus.

There was just no escaping him.

And it’s not like he was purposefully trying to agitate you- it was just one coincidence after another.

“What do you want?” He raised an eyebrow at you, scowling as you walked over to the vending machines.

“What does it look like, Kujo?” Your tone was laced with sarcasm, your words like knives that failed to affect him.

“Shut up.”

“You’re the one who asked.”

“I said shut up!” He raised his voice slightly, his fist slamming into the wall beside him and leaving a slight indent in its wake. There was an unnerving amount of power behind it.

“Fine, whatever.” With a heavy sigh, you got what you came for and left, shooting him a glare before you headed back to your dorm for the night.

Funny enough, it turns out that Jotaro Kujo himself was one of your neighbors. Which utterly enraged you.

He’s everywhere! What kind of cruelty is this?!?

There really no escaping him. And coincidentally enough, you were both seemingly on the same track as far as careers. You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering why he chose this path, but it was none of your business. Clearly he wanted nothing to do with you, and you felt the same about him.

It’s not like you wanted to talk to him, but if you ever got the chance, you’d ask him about your cousin. You had to. He was there when he died, and you wanted to know how he was on his travels. Of course, it’s been a couple years since he passed, so it would probably be hard to just talk about it with him.

The sound of your phone reading pulled you from your thoughts, leaving you to face reality once again.

“Hello?”

“HEY Y/N YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TODAY!!!!”

You took a second to process what she said before putting the phone back to your ear.

“What happened..?”

“I SAW THIS SUPER CUTE GUY TODAY AND I THINK I’M IN LOVE!!!!”

“Really? Describe him to me.” You were beginning to return her energy, feeling slight excitement for her. However, you were slightly concerned given that she claims it was love at first sight.

“Oh yeah! He’s really tall and has curly black hair, but he covers it with a ha-“

You’ve never hung up on a person so fast.

You’d make it up to her, of course, but you just needed to collect your thoughts. Oh if she only knew.

Jotaro Kujo was NOT the guy for her.

You began to pace around your living room, your hands waving around frantically as you spoke to yourself. If anyone were to walk in on you in this very moment, they’d assume you were mental.

THUD

“What the hell was that?” It came from next door, where Jotaro was staying. You couldn’t hear anything after that, even if you pressed your ear against the wall. Reluctantly, you decided to go over there and check on him.

You knocked on his door and he opened it, a large red mark forming on his cheek and a dark look in his eyes. You couldn’t help but admire how strong he looked in this moment. Like he had been fighting for everything his whole life…

“What do you want?” His tone was harsh, his grip on the doorway a clear sign that you should run away. Never look back. Maybe even never interact with him ever again. He was purposefully trying to intimidate you.

But you had a problem with backing down.

“I’m trying to sleep, Kujo.” You scoffed, using the lie to cover up your curiosity. “Then I heard some noise coming from here.” You raised a brow and crossed your arms, looking into his eyes with a challenging glare. “Does the brute need assisted living to survive?”

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t you have a roommate? Don’t tell me you killed them or something.” You rolled your eyes. It was too late to back down, so why not continue?

“That’s none of your business.”

“Oh so you did?” You could feel a smirk forming on your lips. “Is that what that noise was? You should have said so sooner, I would have left you alone.” Your tone was lazy, feigning a carefree attitude as you taunted him. It was a risky move, but you knew you’d make it out alive.

He may be an asshole, but like everyone else, he has a soft spot. You just had to figure out what it was and use it to your advantage.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jotaro practically growled, leaning down and getting in your face as he spoke.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” You retorted, standing up on your tiptoes so your foreheads were almost touching.

“You’re just as annoying as your cousin said.”

You froze. So he did remember you. And he was using Kakyoin as leverage to get you to leave him be.

What a low blow.

Without thinking, you curled your hand into a fist and punched him right in the gut. He took a step back, his eyes shining with anger before he returned the favor, punching you in the face with an ungodly amount of force.

You stumbled back, rubbing your cheek with a hurt sigh. There really was no winning.

“Whatever. Just don’t keep me up tonight.” You grumbled before heading back to your room. You had seen it. The purple being that appeared behind him. It had looked at you with such curiosity, unlike the glare that Jotaro had been giving you.

You plopped down onto your bed and continued to think. What was that thing? Was that what Kakyoin was talking about? Was that a Stand? If that’s the case then how could you see it..? From what you remember Kakyoin saying, only other Stand users could see them… but as far as you knew, you didn’t have a stand. What brought this on? What was going on…

He’s avoided you since that night, ignoring your existence like it was nothing. But you didn’t mind. It’s not like you cared. How could you?

He was a good for nothing punk.

Yeah. Just a good for nothing punk…

totally.

“Y/n l/n for this project, you’ll be paired with Jotaro Kujo. I expect both of you to get along great since you two are both the highest scoring in the class.” Your professor wrote your names on the chalkboard, turning around to confirm that the both of you had heard him.

You wanted to stand up from your seat and shout in disbelief, to tell him that such a thing was simply outrageous. This project was going to go to shit! All because your professor was oblivious!

“Your assignment over the break is to observe and collect data on these types of fish.” He wrote down the species on the board, the chalk echoing in your ears. Dread overwhelmed you. “Be prepared, you’re going to end up spending quite a lot of time together.”

The bell rang.

“Alright everyone, I’ll see you in about three weeks. Don’t forget about your projects! They’re test grades!”

You grabbed your things and rushed out of the room, desperate for some fresh air. You rounded a corner and slid down the wall, bringing your knees to your chest as you thought.

“How stupid! Going based off of grades?! That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard of!” You mumbled to yourself, groaning in frustration.

“That’s one thing we can agree on.” The all too familiar voice reached your ears, causing you to laugh bitterly.

“I don’t wanna hear it from you.” You sneered.

“Oh shut up. Just come back to my family’s place. It’s right on the water.” He left no room for you to argue and walked away, heading back to the dormitory. Why his place? Your family had a cabin out by the ocean so why his? Oh well… you’d fight with him later.

Right now you needed to get packing.

Or something like that.

Either way, you and Jotaro were going to be getting real close real fast.

“So where is this cabin exactly?” Jotaro leaned back into the seat of your car, his arms crossed and his hat covering his eyes.

“Oh shut up. We’re almost there.” You rolled your eyes. It’s been a while since you’ve been to the cabin, but from what you remember, there’s enough stuff to support two people living in it for three weeks.

The car rounded a curve and a beautiful view of the beach came into sight, the waves lapping at the sand gorgeously as the wind swayed the greenery. The cabin could be seen located off to the side, hidden behind the trees.

“See. We’re practically here already.” You smirked. It took a lot of convincing, but you managed to bring him out here instead of having to stay with his family. That was the last thing you wanted.

“Yeah whatever.” He huffed and turned away from you, his eyes fixated on the ocean that seemed to be mere meters away.

You parked off to the side and hopped out of the car, taking the keys and stuffing them in your pocket as you walked towards the trunk of the vehicle.

“Let me get your shit.” Jotaro now stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back as he reached for your bags. Once he got ahold of them, he pulled away like it was nothing, leaving you to stand there, face flushed and heart pounding.

What had come over you?

Slowly, you headed back to the cabin, leaving your shoes by the door and looking around. Damn, it’s been taken care of quite well since the last time you visited.

“Right. It’s getting late. Do you want anything for dinner?” You looked at him. He was sitting on the couch, his eyes closed and his head resting on the cushion behind him. His hat had fallen off, revealing his messy locks. You could’ve sworn you heard him snoring.

Had he fallen asleep? Oh well. You’d make yourself something and leave him leftovers in the fridge in case he woke up.

Surprisingly enough, he happened to wake up while you were cooking, his eyes watching you closely. It looked like he had something to say, but couldn’t get it out.

“Do you want any? If not I’ll leave it in the fridge for you.” You looked over your shoulder and saw him look away, turning his body to avoid your gaze.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“Right..” You sighed and finished cooking, sitting at the table and eating in silence. Jotaro had since turned on the television, watching Bubblegum Crisis intently.

Which was odd given that it was directed towards a female audience.

“Priss is my favorite character.” You sighed, standing up from the table and walking over to the couch. You leaned on it, your face nearing his. “It’s a shame that the series wasn’t a hit. Maybe then they would’ve had more episodes instead of having the A.D. Police.” You could practically feel Jotaro’s surprise as you talked. Clearly he hadn’t expected you to have similar interests as him.

“My favorite character is Nene.” He turned to look at you, observing you. “And the A.D. Police isn’t bad, but they could have definitely had more episodes of Bubblegum Crisis.” His tone was the same as always, uninterested and bored, but you knew he was excited.

“Bubblegum Crisis vaguely reminds me of Project A-Ko. But only vaguely.” You hopped over the back of the couch and sat down beside him, picking his hat up off the floor and handing it to him. “I wonder if they’ll turn it into a movie franchise.” You trailed off, pursing your lips in thought.

“I..” Jotaro stopped himself, shifting slightly before looking back at the television. “I actually like Appleseed. It was good for its time.”

“Ranma 1/2.”

“Demon City Shinjuku.”

“Castle in the Sky.”

“Akira.”

“Mobile Suit Gundam!”

The two of you had said it at the same time, turning to look each other in the eyes excitedly. However, you both quickly looked away once you realized you were supposed to hate each other.

“I uh… I own a copy of Mobile Suit Gundam’s first season... If you wanna watch it, that is.” You trailed off awkwardly, embarrassed by the sudden enthusiasm he brought out in you.

“Yeah… why not… I grew up watching Mobile Suit Gundam.” He sounded just as awkward as you did, which was weird since he didn’t really show his emotions.

You got up slowly and put in the cassette, pressing play and skipping through the previews before returning to the couch. Jotaro cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. It was dark outside. The clock read 11:34 pm. You probably should have gone to bed sooner, but you didn’t overly feel safe just falling asleep in the presence of a man you’re supposed to hate.

The intro to the show began playing and you could have sworn that you saw Jotaro’s eyes light up. It was nice, actually. To have someone to geek out with.

But it felt weird.

“Kakyoin never said you were annoying.” Jotaro said out of the blue, his eyes still fixated on the television. The words made you freeze, and you could feel tears forming in your eyes. But why? Why were you crying? Because you were right?

No. That wasn’t.

“He…” You swallowed back the lump that was forming in your throat. “He always had wonderful things to say about you.”

It was Jotaro’s turn to freeze, his eyes widening slightly as he sat in silence. It turns out he missed your cousin just as much as you did.

“Did he now…” He sighed, slowly turning to look at you. That expression of his was unreadable, but you couldn’t mistake that look in his eyes.

Sadness.

You nodded, a smile forming on your lips. It was soft, like the way you touched his cheek. Gentle, in the sense that he was allowing himself to show the slightest bit of emotion whilst around you, which made you feel slightly better about your teary state.

“You know…” He leaned into your touch slightly, avoiding your gentle gaze. “I remember that day…” It felt like he was leaning in, his face ever so slightly getting closer to your own. You could feel your heart rate increase and see the light glint in his eyes.

It was all so surreal.

“I wanted nothing more than to hug you.” He admitted, his arms wrapping around your body slowly. He pulled your body close to his own and rested his head on your shoulder, as if to apologize for not hugging you that day. “I felt so bad… it’s my fault… all of them… it’s my fault…”

Tears slid down your cheeks now, his words slowly sinking in. That’s it. He blamed himself. For everything. He shouldn’t but he does. It makes sense as to why he wanted nothing to do with you. Because he felt guilty, that’s all.

He went through all of that at the rough age of seventeen. The age when you were worrying about boys and college, he was worrying if he was going to make it to see another day.

And for what?

That stupid vampire that Kakyoin told you about. It seems like it had been years ago, like a distant memory that you could only relive through daydreams. He told you everything, actually, just in case he did happen to die. He wanted you to be informed. It was risky for him as is, but you knew everything. From knowing about Stands to what happened in Egypt. You knew it all.

Slowly, you returned his embrace, rubbing his back gently. You could feel him tense up, but he made no effort to stop you.

“He said you were his best friend.” The both of you whispered at the same time, which resulted in you biting back a sob. Jotaro leaned back so he could look at you, and without hesitation, he leaned in and began kissing the tears off of your cheeks.

“K-Kujo-“

“Jotaro. You’ve said my name before, so say it now.” He stopped himself, his lips hovering just above yours as he stared into your eyes. “P…Please.” It was almost as if he had trouble saying the word, like he was embarrassed to sound so… desperate.

“Jotaro…” You breathed out, your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck, your face flushed and your heart pounding so loud you could’ve sworn that he was able to hear it. And there it was again- the purple being from before- peeking out over his shoulder to look at you.

However, you paid it no mind as Jotaro pulled you in for a tender kiss. Before you knew it, your back was pressed against the plush cushions of the couch and you were trapped in between his arms.

His eyes studied yours, his knee between your legs, just barely touching your clothed cunt. His breathing was slightly erratic, his hair falling into his face as he leaned in for another, much more heated kiss.

It was all a blur- your lips on his, your clothes being thrown to the floor, your hands moving against his bare back. It was like both of you craved the warmth of another person. Like you both wanted to feel something again.

Your hands explored the other’s bodies as you made out, Jotaro’s hand slowly finding its way to your slick lips. He hesitated slightly before running a finger along it, causing you to shiver. He proceeded to do that, seemingly unsure of what to do.

But once he found your clit, it was over for you.

Within seconds you were reduced to a moaning mess, unable to say nothing but his name. Then, he experimentally dipped a finger into your cunt, freezing when your body tensed.

You reassured him that it was alright and he continued to finger you, watching you intently.

One thing led to another and he was balls deep inside of you, thrusting at a slow and loving pace. It was like he wanted this moment to last forever, for fear that you would vanish like everyone else in his life.

However- you loved it. The way he groaned when you clenched around him, how he looked at you, the way his voice cracked slightly when he moaned your name. He was so unbelievably beautiful. And he thought the same thing about you.

You were both totally enamored by one another, too busy thinking of the other to be able to think properly.

Be thankful you’ve got three weeks to do that project, because you’re not gonna be up to doing anything but him any time soon.

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Yokai Yagi x Reader Preview

You ask, I provide. Here's a preview of my horror fic, I'm not sure when the final will be finished (if at all) as I got a lot of things going on and am still feeling it out. Anyway, here it is! Hope y'all enjoy!

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It had been a mistake.

A simple, foolish mistake.

One that you would have probably laughed at if not given the current circumstances- and yet, here you were, wheezing and doubled over, clawing at the dust covered oak floor as you struggled to pull in a breath that wasn’t full of old musk and the scent of chalk; kicked up dust particles winking in the moonlight peeking in through the patch of rotten wood you had fallen through.

Before this, you had been exploring some old, rotting building that had long since been abandoned. It was the kind of place that awakened a deep, unsettling curiosity in you. A curiosity that whispered promises of something forbidden in your ear, no different from that same feeling when you see something you know you shouldn’t, but you just can’t get it out of your mind and all you want is more.

When you first noticed it, you had been on your way down the overgrown trail that led to your village, fixing the neat floral fabric that made up your attire. Tonight, your people were celebrating the productive summer season, an event that was hosted annually by the village elders to praise the spirits that protect the valley and grant good fortune. You used to love attending the festival during your younger age, small and unconcerned with the burden of work that it took to make each it through each season. That changed as you grew and experienced what it was like to have to work to survive, that childish wonder shifting into a distant nostalgia that haunted you every year.

How easy life once was…

The mouth of the worn dirt path had spit you out onto the stone street of the town you had grown up in - the town of your mother and father and their parents and those who lived before them. You knew the way like the back of your hand, the waving paths and cobbled streets engraved in your memory so well you could trace them like you would your own veins if asked to.

So, when your heel met the damp stone lining the edge of the village and your eyes settled onto the dark shadow of an old building, you were surprised when your legs forced you to stop. You had nearly missed it, only knowing where to look thanks to the gleam of something bright reflecting into your eyes. It’s… strange, noticing something you knew for a fact didn’t exist before. At least, it didn’t exist in your memory, which somehow unsettled you far more than it should have. You had walked this way home every day, through the sunshine and downpour, for years and you had never, never once noticed a temple here before. In fact, you were positive that the village community’s temple was on the other side of the valley, located in some cozy little square away from this part of town.

How hadn’t you noticed it before? It was small, unassumingly so, rotting beams of wood peeking out from where the once smooth red plaster had been stripped away in age. Muted, grime coated metal marked what you assumed to have once been beautiful accents, now filthy without the devoted care and polishing required to keep a prestigious appearance. 

It took effort looking at it - to fully look at it. Not just simply taking note of it out of the corner of your eye, but to turn your head and focus on it. It was uncomfortable, painful almost - like there was an instinctually deep part of you telling you to block it out and keep moving forward. To ignore it. Something deeply primal whispering to you that it didn’t belong.

Little red flowers bloomed at the foot of the temple, standing out in patches of blossoms that somehow grew through the cracks and holes of the temple’s ruined structure in a way that you normally would have considered beautiful. Their dark, waxy leaves causing their already eye-catching color to pop, little bundles of petals glaring at you from across the overgrown courtyard separating you from this strange building. Flowers you were somewhat familiar with.

Begonias.

Their bright yellow centers smiled at you, and for some reason that you couldn’t quite place, their speckled pattern gave you the impression of a deep, angry rash.

The impression of sickness.

Why hadn’t you noticed it before?

You should have just gone home.

It would be dark soon. Your mother always warned you about traveling alone when daylight ran low, it wasn’t safe.

You should go home.

It would be night soon.

Go home.

You continued to repeat this in the back of your mind, even as you wandered across the courtyard and stepped foot into the forgotten temple, your curiosity begging you to see what was so important about this building that made your brain reject its very existence – and you repeated it now, even as you groaned in pain from the impact of your body meeting the floor, cradling the arm you had landed on.

Somewhere during your exploration, you had stepped on a loose floorboard. In your infinite wisdom, you put even more weight on the creaking flood and after a few good taps decided to move forward, deeming it safe. What you hadn’t expected was for the floor to cave beneath your weight, ancient wood finally succumbing to centuries of exposure and termite damage.

In an instant, you were falling. Then you were rolling, shoulder colliding with something that resulted in a nauseating crack, your arm shifting in a way that made your eyes roll and your voice crack pathetically. Soon after, you settled onto the ground, only a few feet from where you initially landed, gasping for air as your mind and body tried to stop the world from spinning.

The air here smelt old. Like dust and something musky and stale, catching in your eyes and your throat. The air here had been still for a long time.

Coughing, you rolled onto your back, desperately trying to take a useful breath in without it being laced with clots of dust or dirt. The careless action caused your shoulder to spasm, and you cried out, blinking rapidly past tears to adjust to the darkness you had fallen into. Dust particles danced above you, swirling before settling on your clothes and in your hair. Your hand pulled back from the pulsing pain on your shoulder, your breath leaving you in a rushed exhale at the sight of something dark and warm coating your hand.

Oh god.

No, no, no, no…

Curses slipped past your lips in a whispered whine, new tears welling up in your eyes as panic sparked in your chest. Trembling fingers found the ripped silk of your sleeve, feeling as though your veins had been injected with icy water when the fabric felt damp and warm.

No!

Your head met the unsettlingly warm floor underneath you as you took a few deep, shaking breaths which only resulted in more desperate coughs due to the dull coating of dust resting there.

You had to get up.

The darkness swallowing you retracted slightly as your eyes dilated, allowing the static around you to focus.

It’s ok.

‘You’re ok.’ You lied to yourself over and over, hoping that repeating the phrase would somehow make it true.

Swallowing back against the lump in your throat, you sat up, the only sound echoing through the air being your shallow breathing and the beat of your thumping heart in your ears. 

Wild, anxious eyes scanned the room in a quick sweep, looking for anything that could possibly cause you more harm while in your weakened state. When no creatures of the night or crazy people jumped out to attack you, you felt your body loosen.

The room you were in was uncomfortably warm, as if someone had lit a fire and let it sit for a couple hours, resulting in a light layer of sweat on your clammy skin. Something in this place thrummed with an energy that raised the hairs on the back of your neck and arms, deep and drawn out like the plucking of a brass string. Something here wasn’t right, whatever was down here was not meant to be discovered.

Your eyes focused on the direction you came from, and to your horrified curiosity, you found what you had hit on your way down.

Engraved stone structures roughly the width of sturdy wooden planks formed what looked to be a shine of some kind, large candles melted all the way to the wick’s tab surrounding the altar, creating rivets of cooled wax that connected with the floor. You found yourself staring at the pieces of parchment hung up all around the shrine’s proximity, elegant, inked characters of a long-lost language drawn onto each individual slip of paper.

In the middle, was a stand, knocked over and cracked. What you must have hit on your way down.

In front of the stand, was the thing you crashed into.

Biting down a whimper, you stood fully, dusting off your dress as best as you could before taking a few cautious steps toward the red object laying on the ground. It was the same bright red as the plaster that decorated the temple, only there was a long deep crack causing once smooth curves to be split raggedly down the middle. Bending down, your bloodied hand gingerly flipped over the side of the mask, your head tilting to see what it was.

The empty, angry eye of a red devil stared back at you.

It was an Oni mask.

Growing up, your family and friends had all heard the stories and tall tales of the elders talking about the supernatural and the demonic. Ghosts, spirits, demons – Yokai, they called them. Your grandmother used to warn you about playing in the woods after dark, “Those Yokai are going to grab you up and eat you if you aren’t careful,” she used to chide, ignoring your mother’s pleas to not scare you, shaking her head worrisomely as you ran into the brush – laughing and unafraid.

You were never one to believe in stories like that, after all they’re just stories, ones you were familiar with.

Which meant you knew what Oni masks were typically used for.

You turned it slowly with your fingers, wondering why on earth such a thing would be hidden under hundreds of years of forgotten wood and metal.

Your eyes trailed lower, past the broken mask in your hand, following the white chalk beneath your feet. Carefully, you stepped back and away from the chalk circle you had fallen into, your breath caught in your throat as you came to a realization.

A wonderful, horrible realization.

A protection circle.

The mask in your grasp grinned up at you, broken and useless.

You hadn’t just stumbled into a protection circle.

You had broken what it was protecting.

A fear you never felt before washed over you, slow and all encompassing, suffocating - as though your head was slowly being laid back underwater.

Suddenly your hand started to burn, a heat you didn’t even know was possible radiating from the object in your hand. It felt like someone had laid the mask in a steelworker’s forge, waiting until it started to glow white from the flames before dropping it in your unprotected, unsuspecting hand. Your gasp was shrill -- you dropped the useless token of fortune, tears welling in your eyes. The burning shifted to scolding and you could swear you felt the blood under your skin start to boil. Panic resurfaced in your mind as you pulled your scolding hand into your chest, your foot kicking the cursed object away from you and you were scrubbing at your sternum, convinced that the burning wouldn’t stop until it had cooked all the way through to your bones –

Then it vanished.

 Stumbling back until your back hit the far wall, the gash on your shoulder weeping slower still, you sniffled noisily in blurry confusion. Hand still clutched to your chest, confusion blended with terror at the possibility that whatever had burned you had made its way down past your nerves, explaining the lack of pain and the strange buzzing happening underneath your skin.

But… wouldn’t you be able to smell it – wouldn’t you have noticed the smell of charring flesh and melting fat?

Nausea hit the back of your throat, and it took all of your will to force your hand away from your sternum.

Smooth, intact skin.

No…

But you had felt it…

…What?

Your palm looked the same as it had before, natural creases deepening with every flex of your fingers. That can’t be right, you had felt the bubbling, frying of your skin only a moment ago – but your hand had no visible marks indicating any type of burn or rash. The only sign that anything had happened was the smell of heat and iron and the fact that your hand was no longer coated in your own blood, silvery whisps of smoke curling off of your skin before dissipating in the air.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong with this place.

Something was terribly wrong, and you were alone.

Hiccupping, you let the primal fear washing over you rush in, not sure if it would drown you.

All alone and bleeding and lost and stuck and –

Click.

Your sniffles hung in the room as you flinched, gaze rising from your palm to look around.

Crack.

Wet eyes peered back over to the object you had shoved away, ears prickling at the high clicking and cracking coming from the remaining mask that laid on the floor. Confused, you watched little cracks spread over the material until the entire mask was covered in a cacophony of web-like fractures.

Then the mask ignited, crumbling to ash in an instant.

You couldn’t move your eyes, staring at the pile of dust as it shimmered in the moonlight.

Then came a new sound, a sound that scared you so much more.

The sound of breathing.

Heat flared over the back of your neck, the smell of smoldering coals and ash following after it.

Next to your kneeling body, inside the circle, something shifted.

Horror, unbridled and pure, washed over your very soul as you dared to look up, shifting back and away from the thin chalk line separating you from the massive shadow hanging over you. The room seemed impossibly dark then, so dark that your limited night vision did nothing to see anything that might have been waiting for you any more than a foot away.

The dark buzzed with quiet ringing, little voices no louder than a whisper made your ears strain with hyper-awareness. The shadow in front of you drew all light in like a blackhole, somehow darker than the rest of the room -- only that wasn’t the right term for what was waiting in the center of the circle considering that shadows don’t have eyes.

Firey-blue orbs of light appeared high above your eye level, hotter and brighter than any flame you’d ever seen. They stood out fiercely in the dark surrounding them, the outline of the darkness shifting and vibrating in a way that made it hard to grasp the shape of whatever had appeared within the circle.

You curled into yourself tighter when the outline of a hand reached out – pressing against the air as if it were a solid surface. Blue irises craned to the side, the hand pressing harder against the invisible barrier keeping it in. In a flash of symbols, the barrier released a pulse that had the thing withdrawing with a deep guttural bawl, the sound overlapping with hundreds of other voices and languages that had you crying out in pain, hands gripping your skull and covering your ears. Prayers left your lips in a singular rushed string, thoughts of your mother and your loved ones filling your mind as you came to terms with the inevitable awful fate that the gods had so kindly picked out for you.

Impossibly far away, you heard the distant boom of the fireworks that were used to announce the beginning of the celebration. The celebration seemed so far away now… Would anyone notice your absence?

You wondered what your elders would think of your idiocy now, you could already picture your grandmother’s disappointed expression looking down on you from the heavens. Maybe, in another life, one of them could have come to your rescue or protected you from the thing you had discovered. Some wise priest or exorcist coming to help a poor fool who had mettled with a place she shouldn’t have.

You’d take your village exorcist’s scoldings over this any day.

After a moment, the lights flickered out, a loud silence replacing the buzzing that had filled the room moments ago. Seconds dragged by without so much as a sound, your breath short and stifled and all too loud.

And then… something stepped out of the darkness, a large shadow of something not of this realm crept up the walls and onto the ceiling. But that’s not what stepped out into the warm air of this dreadful room – instead, what did step quietly into your field of vision was a man.

A man who didn’t match his shadow.

He - it almost looked human.

Except…

Humans don’t usually have deep red markings engraved in their flesh, wrapping around the man’s skin like scars and they definitely don’t have sharp pointed ears or horns. No, this thing only looked partially like a man in terms of general anatomy and shape, but the aura it gave off was far too supernatural for it to be considered human.

The thing in front of you was too tall, too noble. Even hunched over, its horns nearly scraped the ceiling.

Your eyes focused on the thing’s face, even as it knelt down to your level. Wild, golden hair curled and framed its thin face, skin adorned with crimson lines and symbols that looked painted on by the most steady-handed artist. They reminded you of the markings your elders would wear during special ceremonies, a tribute to the marks ancient oracles would carve into their skin as a sign of devotion and connection to the divine. Dark robes of old silk fabric hung from its frame, accented with eye-catching blues that shifted in gradients when they bent and wrinkled. The… man gave the impression of a wiseman or a soothsayer, the only features hinting at his true nature being the two crimson antelope horns sprouting from his skull and his long-tipped ears decorated with golden rings. He wore a kind, patient expression, but something about it set you on edge. It wasn’t right.

Your gaze flickered to its horns, then to its face again, your mouth opening in an attempt to break the eerie silence.

A squeak left your throat and you shut your jaw.

The creature sitting in the circle hummed a sound you could feel in your very being, deep and velvety, before it spoke in a language you had never heard before – bassy and guttural. Powerful.

The hairs on the back of your neck prickled.

Your grandmother’s warnings replaying in your head. Respect was key in dealing with the supernatural, she had said simply, they don’t like feeling disrespected.

How does one act respectfully in a situation such as this?

“Excuse…Excuse me? I’m sorry I… don’t understand.”

You could have cringed at how your voice trembled, coming out an octave higher than you meant it to. Wide, frightful eyes met the burning blue from before, the strange feeling of your instinct hissing and shrinking away resurfacing. It tilted its head at you, unblinking eyes filled with some kind of understanding.

“Ah.” You flinched at the rich, deep voice that left the being’s lips while it nodded solemnly. “A new era.”

You didn’t understand and it seemed sympathetic – in a way.

“I always forget how quickly your kind evolves and changes things,” It smiled, and you blanched at the two pointed canines that peeked out ever-so slightly as it spoke. “Language being no exception.”

Your kind.

You swallowed audibly.

“Who… what are you? If I may ask.”

The rushed pleasantry was tacked on to the end of your question in a meek attempt to not anger the being sitting before you, having blurted out the inquisition without thinking – stupid girl.

It didn’t seem to be angered by your naivete, however.

Something about the grin it gave you made your stomach twist; despite looking kind, it didn’t feel friendly. A long, lean hand raised in the air, the fingers stained the same dark red as its horns, and with a flick and a gust of fiery wind, the candles at the altar sparked to life, finally illuminating the chamber.

His fangs winked at you as he gave you a smile.

It didn’t quite reach his eyes, staring unblinking into yours.

“There, let me get a good look at you.” In the light you could see him better, his face no longer restricted to shadows and bright cat-like eyes. Some part of you thought he was, in a very hesitantly said way, handsome. You felt your fear dull into that ugly dangerous curiosity again. “Awfully young to be all by yourself. Where is your company, little flower?”

‘Just upstairs, waiting for me.’ You should have said, but for some reason, you couldn’t force yourself to utter the lie. His voice, smooth and rich and pleasing on your ears, made your brain feel a little fuzzy.

“I am grown,” You breathed, a hint of your personality coming back to life due to the lack of torn out eyes or violence. “I have no need of company.”

“Is that so? Tell me. Do you know who I am, girl?”

Something shifted along the floor.

“No.” You answered honestly, gaze flickering downward just in time to see a flash of deep red and gold slide across the floor before curling back into the man’s robes. “But… I know you are not human.”

“I am not.” He all but purred, tilting his head at you as the tip of the tail you had caught a glance of flicked back out behind him in… interest?

Amusement?

“I am the spirit of this temple, tasked with guiding lost creatures and souls out of these lost woods and back towards the valley. I am a healer more ancient and more gifted than any shaman your people could ever produce, and I was free, not too long ago.” You had a feeling your definition of long ago was much different from his, but the way his ears tilted back slightly gave the impression he hadn’t been free for a very long time.

A deep sadness nipped at you, suddenly overtaken with a strange sense of vulnerability that wasn’t there before and didn’t feel like it belonged to you. Questions bubbled up in your mind and throat, but only one made its way to the surface.

He looked so sad–

Stop it.

He was a guide to the lost and the vulnerable—

This is wrong—

“What happened?” You found yourself asking, all too sweet and curious.

His ears perked back up, gold rings singing like tiny bells as they clinked together. “Man happened, child. Cruel human priests who held greed and evil in their hearts discovered my temple and when I sensed their ill intentions I turned them away, in fear of what would come of the other spirits I protected. In response, they turned to the mystic arts and locked me away, banishing me into that dreadful mask so they would find no resistance in taking hold of my homestead… But you broke my prison, and I am so close to being back home.”

The silky bass of his voice held such admiration for you—you, that the very praise made your face feel warm. In fact, the whole room seemed to increase a few degrees as he spoke, surrounding you like an embrace- or a furnace. It was blistering – so why was everything so fuzzy and nice?

You hadn’t noticed that you had crept closer to his circle, too enraptured with his tale and his eyes, oh his eyes… they were like concentrated lightning, electric and otherworldly and beautiful. Something in your mind whispered to you, something different from the screeching of your survival instincts that seemed so far away now.

Why were you so scared before? It asks.

You couldn’t remember as you look into his glowing irises.

There is nothing to be afraid of. It purrs.

“My petal, if I were free from this seal I could save you from your pain.” Pain? What pain? But as the word rolled off his tongue, the throbbing of your shoulder came back to your senses, only this time it burned. Had it always hurt so bad? “I only need your help with one more thing, little flower.”

The whispers were back, turning your mind into static.

Anything.

He smiled, presenting his fangs to you, sharp and ready, like the jaws of a trap.

“Break my circle. Set me free.”

You were knelt directly before him now, leaning forward slightly as he brought a hand up to the invisible field from before, just barely pressing against it as he stared at you - stared deeper into you. His smile still didn’t reach his eyes.

Warnings were still playing in the background of your mind, a deep nagging feeling like you had forgotten something aching in your chest as you tried to push away the static and think—

He could help you.

He-- It was not human!

He could save you!

Everything about this thing and this place was wrong—

But oh, how it felt so right.

Somehow, without being told, you knew what you needed to do to break this barrier between you. With numb movements, your hand sunk back to your gash, pressing as you whimpered. Electric blue watched as you pressed that hand to the floor, red painting the ground and smearing the chalk as you twisted your hand and slid it back--

The once white chalk of the protective circle bled red, filling it with dark liquid that smelled of iron and smoke as the room pulsed.

The man in the circle stood, pressing one foot over the broken seal carefully, cautiously. When he was met with no resistance, he stepped across fully now, a deep sound filled his throat as he took his first steps towards freedom.

Then he lunged for you.

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Surrender

Summary: Finding your soulmate is supposed to be a romantic, life changing experience.

No one tells you what to do when a). your soulmate is the homicidal maniac who led the successful takeover of your planet and made himself king and b). you kind of still want him anyway.

(Soulmate AU where Loki won)

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, dirty talk, praise kink, oral sex, teasing, orgasm delay, sex, vaginal fingering.

A/N: look, I was intrigued by the idea of a Loki Wins AU and also a soulmate AU and this just sort of happened. I may write more of this concept because it gave me IDEAS. This is also available on AO3.

The mark on your wrist begins to burn the minute he walks into the room.

At first you think it’s a coincidence or a mistake—there are guards walking with him, perhaps it’s one of them. But then he flinches, his right hand going to his left wrist and your heart sinks to your knees. It could still be a coincidence, you tell yourself halfheartedly.

He scans the room and when his eyes land on you, it’s like the tumblers of a lock clicking into place and you know.

He’s much taller than you thought he was—that’s the only conscious and coherent thought you manage to have as he approaches you. Being the subject of his gaze is overwhelming in a way that you sort of expect, but it still makes you want to sit down and close your eyes. He looks you over, his gaze lingering briefly on your nametag from work.

“Show me your wrist,” he says.

You don’t think he’s using his powers, but you comply automatically, extending your arm toward him, wrist turned up. There’s a frisson of electricity that buzzes along the back of your hand when he touches it—if there were any remaining doubts about who he is and his relationship to you, that feeling surely puts them to rest. You know that he must have felt something too from the way he looks at you sharply, as though he thinks you’ve done something intentional to cause this. You can only hope that your wide eyed bewilderment convincingly conveys your innocence.

His expression betrays nothing as he examines the mark on your wrist, which is now glowing a bright gold that would be pretty if the circumstances were different.

It’s funny, you think. You’ve been waiting for this moment your entire life and all you can think is that you wish it wasn’t happening.

He releases your hand and looks at you in a calculating sort of way. “Come with me,” he says finally.

You do, of course. What other choice do you have?

*

The next several hours are a blur.

You are shuffled from place to place. Usually there is at least one guard—you’re not sure why. The idea of you being able to do any damage to him is laughable and escape doesn’t exactly seem like an option. Where could you go that he could not find you?

It’s a depressing thought; you try not to think much about it.

You know exactly when the news breaks because it coincides with your phone basically becoming unusable due to the flood of notifications, calls, and texts. You put it on airplane mode to compose a short message to your family and friends. Your reassurances feel a little trite given the circumstances: I’m fine, I’ll call when I can.

You can’t exactly type what you’re really thinking, which is more along the lines of I’ve just learned that my soulmate is the homicidal maniac who led the successful takeover of our planet. I’m doing about as well as you’d expect.

You turn airplane mode off long enough to send the email. Once it sends, you power down your phone. It doesn’t seem prudent to leave it on, at least not right now—right now, it only serves as a reminder of a life you know you’re going to have to leave behind and you’re not at all ready to confront that particular loss.

They eventually take you to what you assume are his rooms. You’re surprised by how traditional the decor is—you had expected a cold sort of minimalism, but there’s more wood and warm colors than you would have thought. You are informed that there are clothes for you in the closet; you nod and say nothing, though you wonder how they managed to pull an entire wardrobe together in the span of only a few hours. Magic, perhaps.

You are finally left alone, though you’re fairly certain that you would find guards stationed outside if you were to look.

You take one of the elegant velvet throws from the bed and wrap it tightly around yourself before settling on the couch next to the window. You’re not exactly cold, but it feels like a necessary armor between you and this unfamiliar place.

You stare out the window for a long time. You’re too high up to people watch and you’re not sure that you could handle that anyway—it would be yet another reminder of the fact that your life has changed in a massive, earth shaking way that you can’t even begin to understand. Instead, you stare at the tiny cars on the city streets below, snaking their way to destinations that feel so far out of your grasp that they might as well be on a different planet altogether.

*

It’s late when he finally shows up—so late that you’ve actually gotten ready for bed, donning one of the silk nightgowns that had been left for you. You can tell it’s more expensive than any sleepwear you’ve ever owned in your life. You’re just glad that it’s modest—you had half expected to find that all your pajamas were bustiers, thongs, and thigh highs in some sort of ill considered attempt to seduce you. But this is elegant and understated, with a matching robe that you cinch tightly around your waist.

You sit on the couch, the throw still wrapped snugly around you. He looks at you, the corner of his mouth curled up in a slight smirk.

“I hope you don’t intend to stay there the entire night,” he says.

“I hardly know you,” you say before you can even contemplate whether it’s wise.

He looks…amused isn’t quite the right word, but there’s a subtle tilt to the corner of his lips—not quite a smile, but maybe somewhere in the vicinity.

“Give it time,” he says, and something about that makes you shiver.

*

You intend to sleep on the couch, at least for these first few nights when everything still feels so raw and strange.

Or that was your plan, anyway.

Loki doesn’t say anything else as he prepares for bed and you stare resolutely at the window so as not to invite any more conversation or prompt any invitations to join him in bed. Eventually, the lights go out and you are left alone with your thoughts in the dark.

The room is much colder at night.

You’re not sure if it’s on purpose, though you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. Perhaps he likes it like this. Perhaps it’s to lure you to him, to tempt you into seeking out the warmth of his bed and body.

You pull the blanket more tightly around your shoulders. Eventually, you allow your eyes to drift shut.

You wake some time later in the middle of the night. The room feels even colder, the velvet of the throw and the silk of your nightgown and robe a scanty defense against the chill. You burrow against the couch cushions and it’s sort of bearable.

But you also have to pee.

You hold off for as long as you can, but you eventually summon the will to leave the couch and seek out the bathroom.

The bathroom is even colder—perhaps it’s all that glass and marble that makes the difference. You’re wearing your robe and you’ve still got the blanket wrapped around you, but your teeth are chattering by the time you wash your hands. You run the water as hot as you can stand, but it only does so much. If you were braver—if it wasn’t your first night here, you would run an extra hot shower and stay under the spray until your fingers and toes pruned and the chill was chased from your bones.

Instead, you hustle back to the couch, burrowing against the cushions, throw and robe wrapped tightly around you. But you still can’t seem to shake the cold. You huddle on the couch, shivering, trying to calm your body.

Time passes and you don’t grow any warmer. You wonder if you can steal another throw from the bed—surely he won’t miss one—when a voice speaks from the darkness.

“Come to bed,” Loki says.

You clear your throat. “What?”

“I can hear your teeth chattering from here. Come to bed and stop being absurd.”

You hesitate, staring into the dark. You consider the cold, the slight kink in your neck from the way you’ve been sleeping on the couch, the late hour, the way that sleep pulls at your eyes. A bed is appealing. Maybe more appealing than it should be.

You find yourself getting to your feet and slowly making your way across the room.

You pause on the other side of the bed—your side, you suppose, though calling it that still feels too intimate. You can just make him out in the dark.

“You’ll stay on your side,” you say, like making it a statement will make it so.

“Well, you hardly know me.” His voice is clipped, more bitter than you expect as he echoes your words from earlier.

You can’t help but scowl. “I’ve known you for less than twenty-four hours and it’s the middle of the night. I’m not doing this right now.”

He laughs. It’s sharp and brittle and unexpected, but it’s a laugh all the same, and something about that helps, if only a little.

You don’t say anything else as you climb into bed. You find that the blankets are warm—warmer than you expect—and heavy. There’s a part of you that expects yourself to be too nervous and on edge to fully relax, but the coziness of the blankets piled around you is oddly calming, even with Loki mere inches away. You hunker down underneath the blankets, situating yourself on the pillows.

He doesn’t say anything and it’s not long until his breathing becomes steady and even.

And after a while, yours does, too.

*

Consciousness creeps up on you slowly the next morning, a far cry from the jarring alarm on your phone that usually disrupts your slumber. You are warm and cozy, cocooned in the blankets, safe from all of the bullshit that had happened yesterday.

It’s such a peaceful, easy awakening that it takes you a moment to realize that you aren’t alone.

It takes another moment for you to realize that your cheek is pressed against Loki’s chest. And to make matters worse, not only are your arms wrapped around his him, your right leg is also flung across his waist, like you can’t bear to be parted from him for even a moment.

But before the panic sets in, there is a barely perceptible moment where your body just enjoys the feeling of being pressed against him. It’s quick and you’d deny it if asked, but the rush that you get from giving into the pull of your soulbond for even that brief moment is nothing short of incredible.

But it’s just a moment and your mind quickly turns to the matter of extracting yourself without drawing his notice. Ideally, he’ll just stay asleep and you won’t have to deal with any awkward fallout. If you move very slowly and carefully, perhaps he won’t notice.

You carefully start to move your leg from his waist.

“To be clear, you’re on my side of the bed,” he says.

God fucking dammit.

You abandon all subtlety and quickly peel yourself away from him.

“I must have rolled over in my sleep,” you say, incredibly conscious of how stupid that sounds.

He smirks, which is somehow worse than if he’d said anything.

“It won’t happen again,” you say.

It does.

This is your new routine: you start every evening on the couch, wrapped up in your robe and throw. You wake some time in the night, teeth chattering. Sometimes, Loki will tell you to come to bed. Other times, you quietly give up and slip under the covers on your side of the bed.

But every morning without fail, you wake tangled around him.

Sometimes, he’s spooned up behind you; more often, though, you’re the one clinging to him. It’s as though your body has a homing device that leads you over to his side of the bed in your sleep, dutifully ignoring all of your stern warnings about who stays where.

The worst part of it is that you’re fighting your own instincts. On a very basic, physical level, you yearn to be close to him. There’s a part of you that revels in these unintentional moments of closeness, that wants to allow yourself to enjoy the feeling of him, to allow him to put his hands on your body, for you to put your hands on him.

The fact that he wakes up noticeably hard most mornings does not make this any easier.

This is a problem that you’re not entirely sure how to solve and the second week in, your desire for information finally outweighs your desire to avoid social media and the deluge of emails and texts that you know are waiting for you on your phone.

You turn your phone back on and immediately delete all of your social media apps. You don’t know what they’re saying about you and you don’t care to. You turn off all of your notifications, even the little number icons that show you how many unread emails and texts that you have. You want absolutely no distractions.

You open a private browser window and pull up Google.

Newly connected soulbonds are the hormonal equivalent of pouring out a bunch of gasoline and striking a match. Soulbonds are intended to be consummated. You know this. There are people who wait it out for one reason or another, but that’s very much the exception—it’s a physical and emotional test of endurance. And you’re beginning to understand why.

The internet is not very helpful. You already know what happens when you don’t consummate a soulbond promptly—increased arousal, restlessness, vivid dreams, and so on as time goes on. You’re more interested in mitigation. You find a few blogs that have entirely irrelevant suggestions like cuddling on the couch or holding hands. “While you’re waiting for intercourse, why not try some outercourse?” one post muses with a level of earnestness that causes you to immediately turn off your phone and fling it across the room.

You’re going to have sex with him at some point. That’s inevitable. On a very basic level, you want him—it’s more or less coded into your DNA. But that is at odds with the reality of who he is and what he’s done. It might feel good to wake up tangled around him, but it only takes a minute to remember the battle of New York and it nearly extinguishes the desire burning within you.

But only nearly and only for now.

*

The third week is when things start getting increasingly difficult.

Loki seems content to wait things out. You can feel the burn of his gaze on you, but he doesn’t push, doesn’t prod.

You, on the other hand, find yourself slipping into a heightened state of arousal that is becoming impossible to ignore. Midway through the week, you finally give in and try touching yourself in the shower in the hope of some relief and you come so quickly and so hard that you have to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out and your legs very nearly buckle from the force of it. A few twitches of your fingers has you sprawled on the shower floor and coming again, harder than before. You repeat this trick a few times but even as strong as it is, it doesn’t really help—you’re back to where you started within minutes.

Worse though, is the fact that it’s his face that you see when you come. Every. Single. Time. You imagine him over you, his gaze dark and intent as he watches you come; slack jawed and hissing in pleasure as he pushes into you; growling in approval and impatience as you take his cock into your mouth. The images come entirely unbidden and stick in the forefront of your thoughts like a burr clinging to wool.

When you see him later that afternoon, his gaze lands on you in such a way that it feels like he knows everything you’ve done and everything you’ve seen, from that moment in the shower to the shameful thoughts you had as you came.

The dreams start shortly after, and they are objectively worse.

The dreams are far more vivid than just images. In the dreams, he’s touching you, coaxing you to peaks you could never have imagined, pressing into you, taking you hard and fast and achingly slow and everything in between. The dreams leave you out of breath and shaky, aching for a touch that you know that you should not want, but do with every fiber of your being. By some miracle, they only seem to occur while you are on the couch and not when you’re in bed, but that luck won’t hold forever.

Perhaps more importantly, you know it’s only a matter of time before you give in. Deep down, you’ve known this from the moment the mark on your wrist started to burn. Your resistance is eroding like a sandcastle at high tide and it’s only a matter of time before you crumble.

But not yet. Not yet.

*

Five weeks after your arrival, you wake sweating and out of breath from another dream.

You take a few deep breaths. It was similar to the ones you’d had before. Thinking about the details makes your core ache and your clit throb so you try to keep them out of your mind.

You’re half surprised that you’re not tangled around Loki, given the content and subject of your dream, but that makes sense when you realize he’s not in bed. Instead, he sits on the couch, staring into the middle distance. Perhaps he is struggling with the same kinds of dreams.

The idea of you making Loki too hot and bothered to sleep is more appealing than you’d like to admit. You hastily dismiss the thought before it can bring any more heat to your already too warm skin or add more fuel to the flickering desire that seems to have settled permanently in the cradle of your hips.

You slip out of bed and go to the window, folding your arms across your stomach as you stare out at the sleeping city.

“You were calling out in your sleep.”

More heat prickles at your skin.

“Hm,” you say, trying your best to sound casual.

“What were you dreaming of?” he asks.

He’s only asking because he already knows the answer. You know this. But the lie still slips from your lips: “I don’t remember.”

He laughs, a quiet and dangerous sound that stokes the fire in your belly. “Have you forgotten, darling, that I am the god of lies?”

You can hear him walking toward you, but you keep your back turned. Has the room always been this warm?

He waits until he is directly behind you to speak again. “Will you lie again when I ask if you were dreaming of me?” His voice is so close, full of depth and a little husky. 

“You flatter yourself,” you say.

You can hear the smirk in his voice, feel the whisper of his breath on your neck. “You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?” He pauses for a moment. “But you were calling out for me.”

Your lips are dry. You want to deny it, but it feels useless. Worst case scenario, he’s still mostly right: you were dreaming of him and you can’t even really deny crying out for him because you were asleep and you don’t know for sure.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he continues. His voice drops. “Every time I close my eyes, I see you writhing in pleasure beneath me.” He pauses. “Or I see myself between your legs, worshiping you with my mouth, bringing you to ecstasy over and over before I finally take you.”

Your heart is pounding and every nerve in your body feels as though it’s connected directly to your clit. You are warm—too warm—and you can feel your pulse pounding in your throat.

“What were you dreaming of?” he continues, his voice barely a murmur.

“Nothing,” you say.

He clicks his tongue. “Try again, darling.”

You say nothing and after a moment of silence, he seems to decide that it’s time to switch strategies.

“You must be so wet,” he murmurs, his tone low and soothing.

Your stomach and your cunt clench. If he starts talking dirty to you, it’s over.

“We’re not meant to go this long like this,” he says. “We both know that. It’s been five weeks. Your poor cunt is probably aching for me, just as I ache for you.”

Your breath is coming in shaky gasps. You need him. You can feel your resolve starting to slip.

“Yield to me.” His voice is rough with wanting, like this is just as hard for him as it is for you. “I know you feel it. I feel it, too. You yearn for me, you crave my touch. Let me make you feel good, darling, let me ease that ache. Yield and I will give you everything.”

You draw in a shaking breath and slowly turn to face him. He’s looking at you with an intensity that you expect, but it takes your breath away nonetheless.

The remnants of your resistance are lost to the wave of him and the only thing that’s left in its place is a raw need like you’ve never experienced before.

You don’t know what to say, so in the end, you settle for his name. Just his name, said quietly with all the desperation and longing that has been making your life hell these past few weeks.

You get a glimpse of the fire in his eyes before he’s on you.

There’s nothing gentle about this kiss. It’s the kiss of two people who have been deprived of each other for too long, your teeth bumping against each other, tongues twisting and tangling. You end up pressed against the wall next to the window, your leg wrapped around his waist, his hand supporting your thigh. He presses his hips against you and you moan into his mouth at the feeling of his hard cock dragging against your swollen, sensitive clit. He draws back slightly to look at your face as he slowly grinds his hips against yours, his free hand moving to palm your breast over the silk of your nightgown.

You moan again, your head dropping back against the wall. The soft, slippery friction of the silk of your nightgown against your nipple and the soaked lace of your underwear rubbing against your clit is enough to make you go cross eyed, a slow tease that only fans the burning embers within you. Your body is overheated and too tense, but Loki is blessedly cool in a way that somehow both soothes and inflames.

“You’re drenched. I can already feel that,” he says, his voice thick with desire as he moves against you. “I could make you come like this.”

You whimper, rocking your hips back against him. “Please.”

He shakes his head. “Another time. Tonight I want to feel you when you come.” He drops his hand from your breast, trailing down your stomach and moving in between your legs. His fingers slip beneath your underwear, and you let out a needy whine as he strokes the slick folds of your sex. “Is this all for me?” he asks, his voice slipping into a low growl.

You barely manage a breathy affirmative.

“Sweet thing.” His thumb rolls over your clit as he slides one finger into you, and your back arches automatically, your breasts jutting out. “We’re going to have to do something about this, aren’t we?”

“Please,” you breathe.

“How can I resist such a sweet plea?” he says, sliding another finger into you and curling it just so. “Or such a wet and needy cunt?”

“Don’t stop,” you say.

“I ought to make you beg me for it after everything you put me through.” His eyes darken as his thumb presses against your clit and you moan. “But perhaps I can be generous. I can feel how much you need to come on my fingers.”

You nod, slack jawed and panting.

“You’ve been waiting for this,” he murmurs. “You’ve tried to deny yourself, but you need me, you need my touch.”

You whimper, your hips rocking.

“Say it,” he says, stroking your clit.

“I need to come,” you moan.

“A good start,” he says, his voice a stern purr. “But not quite what I asked, my love. Try again.”

A twinge of irritation manages to work its way to the forefront of your mind. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly in a state to be playing twenty questions.”

His eyes light up with a predatory gleam that heralds the arrival of something that you know will end enjoyably for you.

“Oh, darling, that attitude won’t do at all.” His fingers are immediately and conspicuously absent and you very nearly cry out in frustration. But before you can, he is sweeping you into his arms and making the journey to the bed in several long strides. He sets you gently on the bed and looms over you, green eyes flashing as his hands stroke up your thighs. You lift your hips and he pulls your underwear off, tossing it to the side.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” His voice is a growl. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to come.” You know it’s the wrong answer, but this particular game of cat and mouse and the predatory gleam in Loki’s eyes are making you even wetter and god, you need him.

His eyes flash with a barely concealed delight. “Try again.”

You spread your legs rather conspicuously, hiking your nightgown up to your waist. “I need to come.”

He’s looking at you intently, lips slightly parted. “You’re trying to distract me with that pretty cunt, you wicked thing.”

“Is it working?” you ask.

He lowers his head to kiss the inside of your left knee. “It would work much better if you answered me properly and told me everything you need.”

You think you have an idea of what he wants to hear, but you’re not quite ready to give up the game yet. Instead, you pull your nightgown up and over your head and toss it to the side. His eyes are dark as he looks at you, his gaze lingering on your breasts and trailing down to the apex of your spread legs. You wonder what it would take to make him lose control, to take you in the way that you both need.The thought sends another flood of heat to your aching core. 

You lick your lips. “Will you make me come, Loki?”

Another wolfish grin. “Closer. But not quite. Try again.”

You let your hand slide down your stomach and between your legs and you part your sopping folds so he can see the full extent of what he’s done to you—every dripping inch. The look he’s giving you now only heightens the feeling.

“Should I make myself come?” you ask and you’re immediately rewarded with an almost feral look and a sharp smack to your ass.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls.

You put on your most innocent expression, even as his visible hunger makes you ache. “I thought you’d like seeing me touch myself.”

“Oh, there will be time for that later,” he says, his eyes still dark. “I’m particularly interested in seeing what prompted those intriguing little noises I kept hearing while you were in the shower. But every tremor of pleasure that wracks your body tonight will be from me alone. Now,” his eyes glitter and his hand replaces yours on your cunt, his long fingers spreading you open, but not touching you, his expression rapt with undisguised greed, “tell me what you need.”

Your capacity to tease and resist him was well and truly exceeded when he smacked your ass and was further obliterated by the monologue he just delivered. “I need you to make me come, Loki. I need you so bad.”

His smile is filled with dark promises and a hunger that you have every interest in sating several times over.

“Good girl,” he says.

And his fingers slide back into you as his mouth envelopes your aching clit.

You moan as your hips lift and your hands tangle in his hair. He mumbles something that sounds like “perfect” against your clit, first teasing you with the tip of his tongue and then pressing it flat against you and rubbing in slow circles. Meanwhile, his fingers have found that soft, aching spot inside of you and he presses against it in slow, firm thrusts that make you tremble.

You initially think that you’ll be quite quick to come because you’re already so wound up, but Loki seems determined to find the edge and keep you there for as long as possible—and he’s really, really good at it. He falls into a rhythm where his tongue strokes your clit once, twice, three times and withdraws; his fingers pick up the thread, stroking your walls once, twice, three times and withdrawing, only for his tongue to resume where he left off. In this way, he keeps you balanced on the edge in a perfect kind of torture. It feels so good, but it’s not quite enough to get you there just yet.

You make liberal use of his name—it’s a plea, a curse, a benediction, a moan, a sigh. Instinctively, you know that he likes this, but it’s not enough to distract him into letting you fall even a moment before he wants you to.

The ache that’s been building in your hips for the last couple weeks is growing, burning bright and warm. Your body feels electric in the best way, your nerves humming and buzzing and straining for release.

“Loki,” you moan, partly as encouragement and partly because you want him so badly.

You’re so close. Your entire body is tense and trembling; all you can think about is how badly you need to come, how much you are aching for your release.

So close.

“Loki, please,” you moan, truly desperate now. “Please let me come. Make me yours—”

You’re not sure if it’s what you said, the desperation in your voice, or pure coincidence, but in that moment, he shifts his rhythm so that his mouth and fingers are no longer alternating, but are instead moving in sync. And this is what you need to tip you over, to allow that wave to finally, finally crest and then break.

Your orgasm hits you hard, pulling a loud moan from deep within your chest and making your entire body quake. Sparklers are dancing along your veins, champagne bubbles fizzing along your muscles, stars bursting behind your eyes. You have never felt anything like this before—you are satisfied but also aching for more, falling apart and being remade over and over again.

It’s only when you’re decidedly in the blissful wave of the aftershocks that he dares to lift his head and he looks you over like you’re something wonderful. Before you can raise your hands to reach for him, he’s crawling up to you, claiming your mouth in a kiss that feels deeper than the ocean.

He slides his hand in between your legs and you whimper, shivering at the sensation of his thumb stroking your sensitive clit. But somehow, he finds that particular angle and pressure that’s just enough, but not too much. You moan and he slides a finger back into you, rolling in the same rhythm as his thumb on your clit.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Keep going for me, darling. I want to watch you come this time.” His voice is so firm and authoritative and it strikes sparks up and down your spine.

“Fuck,” you gasp, your hips rocking with his hand.

“You’re doing so well getting ready for me,” he purrs. He lowers his voice to a rough growl. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re trembling and coming all over my cock like the wicked, filthy girl that you are.”

It’s the combination of his words and his voice and his perfect hands that does it this time. A rolling, fluttering shudder fizzes through your body, building to a peak that has you letting out a guttural moan as you clench around his thrusting fingers.

“Yes, that’s it,” Loki says as he watches you through hooded eyes. “You are gorgeous when you come undone.”

He kisses you slowly, fingers moving steadily until the final shudder rolls through you.

Somehow, through all of this, he’s remained fully clothed. There’s an aspect to this that’s appealing—it makes everything feel particularly decadent and a little forbidden—but your palms are practically itching with your need to touch him. You need him inside you, but you also need him close, bare skin on bare skin.

Your hands sneak under his shirt and you suck in a sharp breath when you feel the heat of his skin underneath your palms. You tug his shirt off him and make quick work of his pants before drawing back to look at him.

He looks like art. It’s a silly thought, but there’s some truth to it—there’s an almost ethereal quality in the sharp angles of his face and the elegant symmetry of his musculature. 

Your gaze drifts down to his cock. He’s long, thick, and hard, the tip flushed and slick with pre-come. An ache courses through you—something about seeing the full evidence of his arousal makes everything seem more real, makes you want him with renewed ferocity.

You want to touch him and so you do, your fingers curling around his shaft.

“Can you feel how much I need you?” he asks as you stroke him slowly. He is remarkably composed, though you catch the slight hitch in his breath and it sends a thrill through you.

“Will you show me?” you ask.

“Every day,” he says.

It’s an answer you’re not expecting. You were speaking strictly in the immediate, physical sense. This feels deeper, more meaningful. You’re not quite sure what to say, so you kiss him and he kisses you back with an intensity and thoroughness that makes your toes curl.

He rolls over you, his body covering yours. It’s almost overwhelming how good his bare skin feels against yours. You take his cock in your hand again and stroke him, slowly rubbing the tip from your clit to your entrance, coating him in your slick.

You expect him to just push forward when you guide him to your entrance and you’re almost disappointed that he doesn’t—you’ve both waited so long for this and your need for him is burning inside you like an inferno.

But instead he pauses, his eyes locked with yours.

“Will you have me?” he asks. There’s vulnerability in the question, a softness in his green eyes that you don’t expect. It feels like a loaded question, though not necessarily in a bad way.

You don’t hesitate. “Yes,” you breathe.

Something like relief flashes briefly in his eyes before he leans in and kisses you. You tilt your hips up again and this time, you feel the blunt head of his cock slowly press into your waiting warmth.

You’d read people describing first times with their soulmates and it had always sounded so hyperbolic and silly. They’d throw around words like euphoric and transcendent and all you could do was try not to roll your eyes.

But the moment Loki is fully seated inside you, you finally get it. Every overwrought, overused cliché seems to occur to you all at once—puzzle pieces falling into place and locks and keys and halves made whole and all that bullshit—and it all makes sense in a way that it hadn’t before.

Loki’s eyes are stormy above you, to the point that you think you may have angered him, but then he kisses you with a ferocity and possessiveness that steals your breath and makes you tighten around him.

“Mine,” he growls against your lips. “Mine.”

There’s a lot of emotion in that word. There’s history in that word. It’s the sort of thing that the two of you will probably need to unpack later. For now, though, you wrap your legs around him and meet his demanding, hungry kisses with your own.

“I’m yours,” you murmur against his lips. “Take me.”

You expect him to respond to that plea with a frantic pace. But instead, his first thrusts are slow, like he’s savoring it. Your body yields to him instinctively, your muscles drawing him in and then tightening further as he withdraws. You are so slick, so ready for him that it almost feels a little obscene.

“You are exquisite,” he rasps as he sinks into you, his head bowing to kiss and nip at your neck. “I have been aching for you.”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please.”

You’re not entirely sure what you’re asking for—more of this, more of him—but he seems to know anyway. He kisses you deeply as you wrap your legs around his waist, rolling your hips up to meet his.

In one fluid motion, he rolls you over so that you are on top. He looks up at you, an irrepressible smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

“Go on,” he says, his voice low. “I want to see you take your pleasure from me. Claim your throne, my love.”

A shiver works its way up your spine. This is a man who single-handedly conquered the entire planet and he’s telling you he wants you to ride his cock until you come. It is raw and sexy and undeniably hot and the way he’s looking up at you makes you feel beautiful and powerful.

You lean forward, bracing your hands on the mattress, tilting your pelvis until you find the right angle, the one that makes your stomach tighten and your breath stutter. 

A smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. “Right there?”

You let out a shaky breath and rock your hips. “Yeah.”

It takes a moment for you to find your rhythm, but you find that you want—or perhaps need—to go slow and steady. Loki watches you, his hips rocking with yours as he lets you set the pace, his hands sliding from your hips to your breasts and back again, like he can’t get enough. His gaze is intent and intense and you get the sense that he’s cataloging every movement, every gasp or sigh, furrowed brow or bitten lip.

The coil in your hips is starting to wind tighter and you know it won’t be long. 

As though he knows, Loki slides a hand down your body, palm gently pressing against your lower stomach. A fantastic pressure begins to blossom in your hips and you whimper.

“You’re doing so well,” he purrs. “So tight and wet. You’re perfect.”

“Getting close,” you breathe.

“I know, I can feel you,” he says.

You’re at a point somewhere beyond words, riding that wave, chasing bliss that you can almost feel. A choked whimper falls from your lips.

“That’s it,” rasps Loki. “Be a good girl and come on my cock.” He flicks his thumb against your clit and you completely unravel.

It was good the first two times, but having him inside you as you come sends you to another plane of existence entirely. Your orgasm seems extended, the feeling of his cock against the spasming muscles of your cunt creating more even rippling pleasure. And the noise that he makes, the filthy praise that falls from his lips, the way that his fingertips dig into your hips just makes it all better.

He rolls you over onto your back just as you’re starting to feel boneless, and pulls you into a deep kiss.  He thrusts into you, a little faster than the pace you had set, but still slow and steady.

“I want to feel you come again,” he breathes. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this, how good you feel?”

You shudder as his cock drags again against that spot inside you. He repeats the motion and you keen, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“That’s it,” he rasps, bringing your leg up over his hip to press even more deeply inside of you. “Come on, darling. Let me feel you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, meeting his hungry, demanding kiss with your own. You roll your hips with his, chasing the flickers of bliss that he’s steadily stoking to an inferno once more.

“Please,” you mumble against his lips. “Need you. Please.”

He groans and increases his pace just enough to make you whimper. The desire inside of you is catching fire.

“I…fuck, I—” Your hands are gripping his shoulders, your body shaking as you approach your end.

Loki’s eyes are wild, his teeth bared. You can tell that he’s close, that he’s chasing the same incredible feeling that you are.

“I want you to come for me,” he grits out. “And the second I feel your tight cunt start to tremble around me, I’m going to come inside you.

You moan, fingernails digging into his shoulders. You are unbearably close.

“Do you want that, darling?” he says. “Do you want me to come inside you? Do you want your perfect cunt filled with my seed?”

You are almost beyond words, but not quite: “Yes. Please.”

Despite how close he is, he still gives the impression of being entirely in control. He lowers his head so that his lips graze yours and his eyes are all that you can see. “Then come for me,” he says.

Two more deadly smooth rolls of his hips and you do. A guttural, plaintive sound falls from your lips as your whole body trembles with the force of your orgasm, your cunt squeezing around the girth of his cock. He groans, mumbling something in a language you don’t recognize before he, too, starts to unravel.

His face is rapturous when he comes, his head tipping back and his mouth falling open, brow furrowing. If you weren’t so distracted with the rippling shocks of your own pleasure, you would try to commit it to memory. Instead, you simply try to enjoy the feeling of him emptying himself inside of you, the stuttering thrust of his hips, the soft groan that falls from his lips. Finally he stills, resting his head in the crook of your shoulder. You can feel his heart pounding against yours.

You feel…it’s not different, exactly, but there’s a kind of ease and connection that just feels right. The restless ache inside of you is finally quiet and you feel loose and languid and pleasantly sleepy.

Finding your soulmate isn’t necessarily the same as falling in love. Sometimes it all happens in the moment. Sometimes it’s years in between.

For you, though, you can pinpoint the exact moment that seed was planted: Loki raising his head to look at you, his hand curled against your cheek. His gaze is careful, reverent, like you are as warm and golden as the dawn just barely beginning to streak the morning sky.