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camecita · 10 months

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{HEADCANONS}

Trafalgar Law would hide his pregnant s/o from the world...

☆Content. Warning : Extreme Fluff

If it were up to him, nobody would know about your pregnancy until the child's out... His protective instincts compelled him to shield you and the unborn child from unnecessary risks and scrutiny.

The man buys you a whole island.

"Y/n-ya, we leave tomorow," Yes, you heard him right.

"Eh?" you meet his eyes and laugh.

Around your 4th month he takes you for a litlle visit.

Prior to that, he managed to convince you that this was "the best option to ensure your safety," presenting a detailed and comprehensive plan outlining each point flawlessly.

You knew better than argue with him when he had this determined mindset. You are the most precious thing in the universe for him, and he can't imagine what would happen to him if anything happens to you. It might seem extreme but... You know he's already working on this anxious, controling part of himself. He just needs time.

There's a nice house, not too big, but that has everything you like in it. From furnitures, accommodation, to decorations. Everything is just how you like it.

Needless to say that the man built a whole hospital facility just for you to deliver.

When he sees that you're to stunned to speak he chuckles. "What? Did you think I wasn't listening when you talked about your dream house?"

Being stuck with your man for 4 month wouldn't be that bad, you thought... But you realize it might get a bit boring. "Can I... invite some friends? Like... Carot or... Nami?" you ask him with the sweetest smile.

He considers it for a second... And frowns. "No. No Strawhats allowed here."

He knows too damn well that chaos follows them and even if deep down he knows that you'd be safe with them, he also thinks that their chaotic energy won't be good for you or the child.

"Ah~ Come on babe... Please!" You whine brushing your fingers along the back of his neck.

He's stubborn, but he can't resist when you call him 'babe' while touching his soft spots "... Alright, you can tell your friends but this place stays between us. I mean it, Love."

Your pregnancy was a well kept secret until Zoro insists that you drink with him, during a big banquet. Nami stops him with a nudge trying to brush of the situation. But Luffy ruined it all by shouting at the swordsman from a cross the big table : "Oi! Zoro! Don't make y/n drink! It's bad for the baby!"

The party stopped for a second as everyone stares between you and Law. The news is out.

That same night you both leave to your secret hideout. Law is pissed and keeps muttering non sense about killing the King of pirates...

Nothing that a few kisses and sweet words can't fix tho, "It's fine love, we won't have to bother annoucing it now."

After you settled there, he can't stay by your side 24/7 but he makes sure to come back every night after he attends his duties.

When an emmergency keeps him away from you more than 20 hours he panics.

"Y/n-ya are you okay?" His voice is low and filled with remorse on the other side of the den den mushi.

"Im fine, just finished cleaning the garden... The vine situation was getting out of hand-" To take his worried away you tell him random things about your day.

He comes back later that same night, exhausted but happy to be with you. "I'll send Bepo next time," he says.

"Bepo? To protect me?" You burst into laughter, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. "No offense, I would love to have him around," You chuckle

He knows you're right but he would not be at ease if you stay alone for too long... After his shower he sits next to you on the bed.

You can see anxiety and distress, twist his features as he massages your legs.

"You know..." You say softly "We could ask Luffy to stay here few days. He doesn't seem busy this days. And he could se some vacation. Everyone's winning"

He freezes for a moment. And you let your suggestion sink in. He knows you're right. And you know that he knows.

"No-" His pride speaks before his brain this time. A rare occurence.

"Don't be stubborn babe, they are loud, sure... and reckless, but you know they'll never let anything happen to me"

He comes to lie next to you and rest his head on your shoulder. Meanwhile his hand rests on your round belly and he sighs. "You're right Precious. Those idiots are our best options..."

"Yay! I'll call Nami tomorrow!" You chirp, pulling his face tighter against your chest

He smirks, relief washing over him, as he closes his eyes and focuses on your heart beat, while you gently stroke his hair.

"Law..." You say lifting his chin so your eyes can meet. "Thanks for everything." You peck his nose.

His smile widens, and he whispers on your lips, "I love you, Y/n-ya."

You suddenly jolt and startle him, "AH!" You gasp.

"What?! What is it !?" He hurriedly sits down, his gaze darting between your face and your belly, panic taking over once again.

You grab his hand and press it gently against your tummy, unable to speak. "What? Does it hurt--?" he begins, but you shush him softly. Tears fill your eyes as you share a knowing look.

After a moment, he gasps, and a smile spreads across his face. "Ah!" you both exclaim in unison. "He's moving!" you whisper, overwhelmed with happiness.

Tears of joy stream down your cheeks as you realize the significance of feeling your baby kick for the first time.

In that very moment, The Surgeon of Death and Second Emperor of the Sea, truly comprehended the significance: he would soon become a father, and you, a mother. The realization washed over him, filling him with a profound sense of happiness and love.

Inevitably, the realization sank in that the little human growing inside you would eventually have to face the outside world on their own.

"Y/n-ya... Can I -" He starts and you already know what he wants before he puts his fingers ready to Shamble you.

"Not now Law!" You put the hand down.

He pouts slightly. He really wanted to see the baby move but he figured he would have many other occasion to see it.

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camecita · 1 year

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Being Dabi’s Doting S/O (Part 2)

cw: none

other: gn! reader, fluff

follow up to this

As odd as it still felt when Dabi thought about it, he had gotten used to you caring for him. The mission Shigaraki had sent him on was a long and tedious one, no intense fighting, but tiring nonetheless. He was absolutely exhausted, the only thing that kept him going was the thought of seeing you light up when he walked through the door. Nobody told you that Dabi was coming home that night, so you were sitting in bed, typing out an essay for some random college kid that commissioned you. You started writing papers as a side hustle after having met the league so that you could help keep the lights on in the place. You were nearly finished when you heard the doorknob turning. “Ah, you’re home! Nobody told me, I’m sorry. Should I run you a bath? Did you eat?” You rambled on and on as he walked closer to you, visibly fatigued. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back, you quickly moved the laptop from your lap, careful not to delete your hard work.

“I missed you.” He looked up at you, his head now resting on your thighs.

“I missed you too Dabi, I’m glad you’re back.” You ran your fingers through his messy hair. “How bad was it? Because I’ll fight Shiggy, I don’t care.” You hated seeing him look so drained.

“You don’t have to do that, it wasn’t bad. It just took too long, don’t worry.” He laughed a bit at the thought of you actually confronting Tomura.

“I always worry, you know that.” You smiled down at him, taking a second to take in what was happening. Not one sarcastic remark, not one hand swat, he was nothing but genuine. He brought your free hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on each individual digit, you could feel the smile on his lips as he did so.

“I love you, y/n.” he said looking up at you admiring your features. He still had a hard time saying it, but he couldn’t believe that you were his.

“I thought I was supposed to be the mushy one.” You joked.

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me too much.” He retorted like normal. He sat up and turned toward you, taking your hands in his. “Sometimes I think you’re too good for me.” You raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the sudden sincerity. “You’re so caring and kind, you shouldn’t be around people in the league, people like me.” His eyes dropped as he felt a bit ashamed.

“If you really think all those things, you have to tell me what I can do to make those thoughts fade.” You removed your hands from his grasp and placed them on either side of his face. “I love you, Dabi. I want you to realize that you deserve good things too.” You inched closer to his face, so he had to look at you. “I mean it, I love you, more than anything.” He leaned forward to press his lips gently to yours. You both felt heat growing in your cheeks. You felt the familiar sensation of butterflies in your stomach, the same feeling as when you had first confessed to him. He leaned all his weight on you causing you to lay down. You wrapped your arms around him as he laid on top of you.

“Maybe I am rubbing off on you too much.” You laughed. It was nice having the tables turned, him clinging to you instead of the norm.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” He spoke lightly into your hair as he nuzzled closer.

“And I’m even luckier.” You placed a soft kiss on his temple. You felt so lucky that he felt comfortable with you, comfortable enough to seek you out and rest his whole weight on you, comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you, and comfortable enough to show that he loves you. You were used to him doing little things, silent gestures of love, but this was new and it made you feel treasured. After all, you were his treasure, the treasure that he was lucky enough to stumble upon, and the treasure that he would never ever let go of.

a/n: i dont think every league member is gonna get a part two, but this popped in my head and i knew i had to do it. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh thank y’all for enjoying these lil stories i write btw makes me happy xx

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camecita · 1 year

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dabi recommendations

works by kelin 🍕 @kelin-is-writing

fluff

roommate!dabi | he tries to cook for you

roommate!dabi | quirkless!au headcanons

dabi | you cook for him

dabi | you fall asleep on him

dabi | when you’re being clumsy

dabi | you’re a night owl

dabi | dyeing his hair

dabi | he cheers you up after a bad day

dabi | he takes care of you when you’re sick

dabi | taking care of him when he’s sick

dabi | you have a habit of pushing people away

dabi | calling him pretty

dabi | your love language is biting

dabi | you have a nightmare

dabi | he can’t sleep without you

dabi | thoughts on getting married

dabi | you’re always cold

dabi | pet names

dabi | falling asleep next to you

dabi | staples

hurt/comfort

dabi | you have a panic attack

more coming soon <3

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camecita · 1 year

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Being Dabi's Doting S/O

warnings: food mention

other: gn! reader, fluff

part 2 of League of Villains' Doting S/O

Dabi wasn’t used to someone caring about him, like at all. He had grown so comfortable being alone and even with his new found companion group of the league, he continued to build up his walls. When he met you he knew he wanted you close, but he didn’t quite know how to get you there. Luckily enough, you grew fond of him fast, despite his attitude. He had always seen you asking whichever member it was how their missions went and if they needed anything from you, he hated how you never did it for him. You always wanted to, you wanted to rush to the door when he came home, but you figured Dabi would just poke fun, like he always did. He was emotionally lacking, so whenever he felt his mask slipping he opted to default with rude comments. You knew deep down he didn’t mean any of it, but it still stung sometimes and it definitely made you hesitate whenever you were around him.

However, you finally grew tired of the awkwardness and decided to do something about it. He was in his room, you hadn’t seen him leave it since he returned the night before, surely he was hungry, thirsty, something. You went into the kitchen to see what leftovers there had been from the lunch Kurogiri had cooked for the gang and made a plate for him. You made sure to grab a bottle of water too and began making your way to his room. When you got to his door you realized your hands were full, “Dabi?” You said, leaning towards the door. There was a long pause before you heard some movement on the other side. Another moment passed, it felt like a lifetime, you grew nervous and your stomach dropped. What if you woke him up? What if you’re just bothering him? The door opened, he didn’t look like someone who had a full night’s rest, he looked drained. You felt his eyes on you, so you lifted the plate and drink up slightly, hoping to shift his focus.

“You trying to poison me or something?”

You shook your head, “I haven’t seen you leave your room, I figured you’d be hungry. I mean you need to eat something, your body needs it—“

Your ramblings were cut short by a deep chuckle. “You’re keeping tabs on me now, huh?”

You fought back a smile, “Please, just take care of yourself Dabi.” He grabbed the bottle and tossed it on his bed. As he grabbed the plate with one hand, he ruffled your hair with the other.

“Why take care of myself when I know you’d do such a good job?” he teased. You’ve never seen him like this, yes he was still poking fun, but he was relaxed, the air wasn’t filled with tension. He’s only ever flicked your forehead in the past, so this was new. The interaction warmed both your hearts, and marked a new era for Dabi, one where he let you in and never let you go. Needless to say, you began to ask him how his missions went whenever he got back, you made sure he ate, and most of all, you made sure he knew that someone cared about him.

a/n: i was unsure how to write dabi because i feel like everyone has a specific version of him in mind, but i hope my version doesn't butcher him too much

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camecita · 1 year

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Napping with Touya on a cold, rainy day. His body is so warm no matter what cuddle position you choose. You fall asleep to the soothing feel of his hands touching you all over. He’ll press kisses to any bare skin his lips can reach. There’s no words needed; just the sound of the rain outside and both yours and his synchronized breathing.

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camecita · 1 year

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Safe

pairing: dabi x reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: reader injuries, cursing

word count: 1.0k

summary: you hadnt expected to get jumped that night but being the resident healer for the lov did have its quirks. you somehow made your way back to the bar before passing out but your comrades werent exactly sure on how to help since you were the one who typically took care of the healing. even after the storm passes and youre sure to be okay, a new one starts to brew with one question in mind: whos going to tell dabi?

you stumbled around outside holding onto your waist along with staggered breathing. you had been confronted by a couple of heroes who recognized you as someone who works closely with the league and as dabis partner since he tends to burn himself a lot. you wouldnt say you were a villain like the others. all you did was heal those in the organization whenever they needed it. your quirk allowed you to heal others so long as you took all the pain but it didnt really work as well on yourself. you could only imagine the amount of blood youve lost at this point, you dont even know how you got away from those heroes.

you finally got to the hideout and all eyes were on you as you entered the bar. “please…help” you instantly fell over and passed out as soon as you saw your comrades, you trusted that they would get you where you needed to be.

toga was the first one to get to your fallen body. usually blood wasnt a sight she feared but seeing you bloodied was terrifying to her. youd saved her so many times, listened to her whenever she needed someone to vent to. kurogiri tried to push everyone out of the way and immediately started to assign jobs to people. but how do you heal the healer?

twice was instructed to quickly bring you to the back room and lay you in a bed while kurogiri called garaki to make an emergency visit. they did what they could to apply immediate first aid until garaki could get there but the amount of blood terrified all of them.

garaki did what he could and you were passed out the entire time so that made it easier for him to apply stitches. “luckily, their quirk does let them heal a little faster than others so all the major bleeding had stopped by the time i got here. they should be fine when they wake up but don’t let them use their quirk until theyre healed. anymore strain on their body could probably kill them.”

garaki left and now the lov had another issue on their hands.

who was going to tell dabi?

everyone knew dabi was more than overprotective of you. he tried to accompany you everywhere and this only intensified when you started dating. the only reason he wasnt with you tonight was because he was on a different mission with compress elsewhere.

“nose goes”

everyone quickly touched their nose except for twice who hadnt realized what was happening until it was too late.

“fuck”

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your head was pounding as your eyes slowly opened. the sun was trickling in through the windows which was the only source of light in the room.

you tried to look around to see if you could make out any shapes in the room you were in as you tried to get up. your head was pounding and your body felt stiff.

“i wouldnt move too much if i were you.”

you look over to see dabi sitting in a chair in the corner. he gets up to walk over to you and handed you some painkillers from the table next to you, followed by some water. you took both out of his hands and thank him quietly as he sat on the side of your bed.

“doll, youve been out for a few days. what the fuck happened?”

he reached for you hand and gently squeezed it. a slight tremble could be felt coming from him. the night he got back twice was waiting for him to deliver the news on what happened. dabi felt his heart stop in that moment, like his entire world was shattering around him. even more so when he finally got to see your still body laying in the bed, the only sign of life being the small rise and fall of your chest. he didnt freak out like everyone thought he would have. no. he was still. he didnt know what to do or how to fix this. he couldnt. and the uncertainty and lack of control was absolutely terrifying.

you gave his hand a small squeeze back before telling him your story. “i was ganged up on by some heroes as i was walking back. i hadnt seen them in the area before so i wasnt expecting to run into them.” you felt some tears rising up. you didnt know why you were crying, maybe it was a delayed reaction as to what happened or maybe it was because you felt so helpless in the moment, only escaping due to dumb luck.

“im sorry, dabi. im sorry for worrying you, im sorry i cant defend myself…im sorry im so useless” dabi could feel his heart breaking. he immediately used his other hand to wipe your tears away from you face.

“sunshine, you are far from useless. youre so capable of things that i cant ever dream of. all i can do is destroy, but you? you have healed so many of us. fuck anyone thats made you feel like that.”

you nodded your head in his hand and he leaned down to kiss you. it was soft and gentle, it made you feel safe. when he pulled away, it felt all too soon. but the atmosphere quickly changed.

“im going to need you to tell me something, doll.” his voice was cold and sent a shiver down your back.

dabi pushed some of your hair back and gently held your face in his hand.

“who did this to you?”

he needed names. he wasnt one to let anyone fuck with those he loved. whoever decided to hurt you better be ready to have the favor returned to them tenfold. you were kind, gentle, and would rather take pain for yourself than let anyone else be hurt. you didnt deserve this. it almost broke dabi seeing you laying unconscious, bandaged beyond recognition. he was going to avenge you. he was going to make them pay.

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camecita · 1 year

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Corrupted

Aka one fic/drabble where Dabi just copy whatever you do that he considers is funny to him.

Kinda suggestive, not absolutely nsfw, just some mentions... so minors get the heck out.

Dabi, or Touya, wasn't that bad like everybody else thought.

He did commit crimes. He was a villain.

But how could you ever fear this man? The same man who, at first, had no clue on what were real feelings towards someone. The same guy that teased the hell out of you but got incredibly flustered the first time you two got real intimate.

In resume, before you, he had no one.

So of course he wouldn't know most of relationships basics. And you were fine by that. Everyone has their time, and you knew that in Touya's head, never would the thought of dating someone cross his mind.

But alas, this man had proved you wrong.

With your little teasing towards him. Dabi wasn't more clueless with you. Not only did he immediate caught on what were you doing, but he reciprocated the actions as well.

Suddenly the tables were flip. Now you in the position of the more flustered one while he grabbed each opportunity to tease you enough to make your face blush like you did with the healthy part of his skin.

One clear example of it? Butt slapping.

You swore to God you didn't know what has gotten into you to smack his ass all of the sudden one day. But you did it. The reaction of the villain was priceless... usually bored turquoise eyes widened in alarm as he turned around, staring at you in shock with one scarred hand on his ass while mentally asking what the fuck was that for.

You just shrugged with a smile and walked away, ignoring the blush on your own face as you smiled mischievously, planning on when you were going to make your stoic boyfriend embarrassed again.

It lasted for about 2 weeks until one day, while you were kneeling on the ground to grab a pencil you had dropped, you yelped loudly at the sudden and hot hand that smacked your butt with all the fevor in the word.

You had looked over your shoulder in panic until you were shocked to see the face of your boyfriend. Smirking devilshy down at you with his hand still on your ass.

"Ah come on~" He purred, something that made you shiver "I couldn't waste these opportunity right here in front of me.."

Needless to say, you were shocked, embarrassed and a tad bit aroused...

Another e ample were dirty jokes. Your poor boyfriend didn't got them most of the time. And his clueless was kinda adorable... the more fun was when you had to explain it to him what it meant and he would immediately look away, not knowing where to look after that.

But sooner or later you would just be asking on what he would like to eat for lunch since you didn't wanted him to skip once again, and he just straight up would smile with a:

"I think I want my favorite tonight..."

"Fish?" You asked, joking due knowing his hatred for the thing.

"You for lunch sounds like a damn whole meal doll." You spited your water before gagging in it as he laughed at your reaction.

With all this, you could certainly tell that Dabi was a copycat when it came to these things...

"What are you thinking about pretty?" You blinked at a scarred hand waving in front of your eye line before looking up to see your boyfriend with a bored look.

"Nothing. Just spaced out a bit." He hummed before dropping himself by your side and going to whisper on your ear.

"Want me to bring you back to earth? I could just take you right here..." he purred before chuckling at your flustered looked before you dropped your head on your hands with a groan.

"Where is my innocent and clueless boyfriend from before?!" You muffled your cries in your hands as he cackled.

"Dead. You corrupted me, so deal with it."

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camecita · 1 year

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jealous!Dabi x reader headcannons

Pairing: Dabi x reader | words: n/a | Rating: M | genre: smut

A/N: My first take at doing new-style headcannons (I’ve never done the whole description!character thing but I’m out here tryna learn so pls don’t hesitate to give me pointers or feedback 😌)

jealous!Dabi who can’t help but mark your skin in every obvious place, making sure he’s the jealous one next time he sees your beautiful skin covered bruises and bite marks from Dabi Smirking, Dabi watched over your shoulder, in between sucking your sweet spots and jawline, to see the guy who had just tried picking you up retreat to the other side of the club; But not without a dismayed look on his face after he realized what happened, which was all the more satisfying for Dabi

jealous!Dabi grabbing you, motivated by his anger toward another guy for even having the nerve to look at you the way he did, and sticking his tongue down your throat immediately as a show of dominance

jealous!Dabi grabbing your ass from under your skirt in public, and especially during meetings with The League just to make sure they all know who you belong to

jealous!Dabi smashing your head into the pillow in front of you as he pounds into you from behind, relishing in the screams you let out each time he pumps in and out of you “That’s it, babygirl.” Dabi cooed, holding your face securely against the pillow with his hand that was basically as big as your head. Your muffled cries and screams increased with each thrust as you could feel him going harder, faster, and deeper each time. “Take Daddy’s cock like the good little cumslut you are.”

jealous!Dabi tying your wrists with rope to the headboard upon finding you masturbating one night when he came home early from a mission “Such a little whore you couldn’t wait for me to get home so you had to be a bad little girl and start without me?” A ferocious look burned behind his bright eyes as he stared down at you like you were prey. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, ____.” He shook his head, ripping your shirt open down the middle aggressively and putting his face so close to yours, your noses touch. “You know what happens to bad girls, ____.” Then, he slid a piece of duct tape over your mouth, and the anticipation for what was to come sent you reeling, eyes wide as you stared back at him helplessly. “They get punished.”

jealous!Dabi catching you steal a fleeting glance of another guy, instantly dragging you somewhere that was secluded (but not exactly private) and fucking you mercilessly “Scream louder for me, babygirl.” He breathed into your ear, hand closing even tighter around your neck as he held you against the brick wall of the nearest alley. “I want him to hear you if he’s still around.”

jealous!Dabi who finally lets his facade crack just a bit, when he finally opens up to you after you’re laying on the floor, out of breath, and covered in his spit and cum After he pulled out, you continued to lay where you were, your mind playing a delicious recap of what just went down while your body regained strength after being used and fucked so hard. Dabi, though, obviously not quite finished, hunched over you, and grabbed your face. “You know I can’t stand to see other guys looking at you like that.” As he stared down at you, you could see the adoration in his eyes. “Especially when I know what they’re thinking about doing to my little whore.”

jealous!Dabi who throws you onto your back as soon as you two are alone, spreading your legs and crawling between them with a hungry look in his eyes “Such a pretty pussy you have baby.” He coos before licking an agonizingly slow stripe down your slick folds. Your cheeks burn bright red at his exclamation, and you sheepishly began to close your knees in embarrassment from being so exposed. Dabi was quick to stop you, however, and placed his hands on each of your knees, pushing your legs wide open for him once more. “Dont even think about hiding, baby. This is my pussy and I’ll eat it all I want.”

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imagine being Alhaitham’s cute little gf …

smut [ breeding, not proofread ]

fem!reader

i have no motivation to make this into an actual fic

the sound of skin slapping against eachother feels your shared bedroom. Alhaitham has your hands pinned above your head with his right hand, while his other hand grips the sheets next to your head.

“ah! ah— a-alhaitham!”

your high-pitched moans synced with his hard thrusts. it was music to his ears, he loves to see you tremble and crumble right under him. “y-you’re tighter than—” a moan stopped him mid sentence as he felt his orgasm building higher and higher. “i— thought.”

his thrusts didn’t stop nor slow down. instead it got faster, turning the slapping noises to lewd squelching. “look at me,” Alhaitham grabbed your faces and forces you to face him, “look at me while i thrust fuck this thrust pretty pussy.”

your eyes looked at his, even though it was blurry from your tears, you could tell that his eyes were filled with desperation and hunger. “haithaaam—!” the way you call his name turns him on so much, he didn’t even realize that he was thrusting so hard into you that the bed squeaked.

“please, pl-please— i need—!” your shaky legs wrapped around his waist to push him deeper inside you. “what is it that you need, pretty girl? tell me with your words.” “i—i need you— to breed me- pleasepleaseplease,”

now how could he ever refuse? you were begging with your beautiful voice, added with so many pleas. the least he could do is to give you what you want right? “of course, m’ pretty girl,” he leans into your neck, “i’ll make sure to fuck my seed into this desperate pussy of yours.”

“huaa—! yes yes— thank you, Alhaitham, thank you thank you thank you—!”

Alhaitham couldn’t even control his own moans, so now you’re both a moaning mess. “yeah? you’re welcome. m’ gonna breed you so fuckin’ hard, you won’t be able to walk anymore.”

he turns away from your neck, watching your eyes roll down to white and drools dribbling down to your chin. you looked so hot like this, if he could, he would take a picture of you and he would jerk off at anytime you weren’t there to satisfy him.

“c’mon,” he lets go of your hands to grab your hips, drag his cock out and slam inside of you again. “cum for me, give me that pretty lil’ fucked-out face of yours.”

you couldn’t respond anymore, you only gave him a whine, signaling you were just at the edge.

at the perfect moment, you both came at the same time. you felt his warm seed filling your sweet abused hole, so full, some started to spill out.

Alhaitham took his time to catch his breathe, “s’ alright, i’ve got you.” he leaned into your lips to make out, and even if you were both tired, you were still desperate. you wrapped your tired arms around his scarred back, while his palm caressed your wet cheeks.

as you both make out, you felt something slightly moving inside of you. “haitham..?”

“let’s go for another one okay? i promise this is the last one, i just.. gotta make sure to put a baby in you.”

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camecita · 1 year

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On the complexities of relationships and words

Summary: For two people that love to read, words seem like a complex.

Word Count: 13k (yeah… this is slow burn, might want to get a drink and snack)

Tags: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader, Slow Burn, Smut, NSFW, Fluff, Angst kind heavy?, Modern AU, Omegaverse AU, A/B/O relationships, slow fic, marriage, arranged pairing, dubcon, themes about not liking yourself, TW: gender dysphoria (you don’t like your secondary gender), TW: Very vague and brief mentions to possible past domestic trauma, Jealous!alhaitham, slight yandere!alhaitham, mutual pining, miscommunication, breeding, biting, ruts, Alpha!alhaitham, Beta!reader. You agreed to the pairing due to tax benefits. A lot of references to literature.

Authors note: This is my first attempt at slow burn and yeah… I got carried away. I want to explore how slow alhaitham would open up and how love can come from the mind instead of the heart. Enjoy.

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Al haitham x reader | Logical until he isn't (Kaveh thinks he's a loser)

Synopsis: Just an average piece on how both Al haitham and Kaveh think of each other as losers, and how Al haitham realises that confessing isn't necessarily as simple as an equation (Kaveh told him so. He didn't listen)

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I think Al haitham thinks that Kaveh is the loser with all his poetry and stuff. When Kaveh is telling him to "go out" and "At this rate you'll be a lonely loser forever." He can't help but think that Kaveh is the pathetic one, getting drunk, prattling around like a little fairy with his love letters and such filled with frivolous similes and unnecessary metaphors like they're really some sort of masterful magic that you have to find from deep within your soul.

He'd seen it all before. Back when he had taken an interest in "The History of literature; History of Language; The Development of linguistics; Communications between creatures and their evolution; Poetry through the ages; Humanity's social evolution: the display of love-" He had listed

"Stop, stop, stop!" Kaveh had an incredulous expression that day, "What is wrong with you?! Are you the Akasha itself?!"

Al Haitham just huffed with his arms crossed, "I have read everything I'll ever need to know about 'wooing' a person. And of course I am not so limited in my thinking to understand that theory never always 100% aligns with reality. I do talk to people, Kaveh. And I'd assume me as a living breathing human would at least be able to figure out what makes a person tic."

Kaveh could only really pull a face in almost offence. He hadn't been directly insulted this time around but the knowledge of Al Haitham living with this (whatever "this" was) highly unromantic view of romance felt like an absolute stabbing.

Al Haitham of course ignores him and carries on with his day as usual. But then eventually whether days, weeks, months later when he finally develops a sort of liking for someone beyond the usual friendly acquaintance, he finds out that every once in a while his mind does go blank like he'd hear some other akademiya students discuss amongst themselves in their own journey's of romance.

His initial plans to go by the books to discreetly show affection usually start as intended, but end with it either completely going through the target's head or turning into an accidental work session (at least he and you are spending time together, though he doesn't miss the face you pull at the sudden work dropped onto you. He's sorry.)

Apparently bringing you fruits isn't enough to notify someone of romantic intention. He had completely ignored Kaveh telling him to gift flowers. He understood the gesture, he wasn't completely devoid of general understanding of these sorts of practises, but fruit and food in general would be much more useful to you in a practical sense.

He made sure to let you know of the benefits of what he had decided to give you that day and would always allow a bit of time to stare at your expressions afterward, though unfortunately due to his stern face the initial reaction to this tended to be a sort of unfounded guilt, "Am I in trouble?" You had to ask the first few occasions of this happening, before ultimately accepting that this was just the way he was.

"No, why?" He'd pull a rare smile, something about it being slightly devious, "Are you guilty of something? I may let you off easy if you confess now." It was taunting but in a gentle tone meant to pass off as a joke. You got it as seen by your own chuckle, the sound of it being something he relished, he was extremely fond of everything to do with you and continued to wonder (despite not making it explicit himself) how you hadn’t noticed his feelings.

Like he had said to Kaveh he had read everything he needed to know, or was curious enough to learn about, and he had read of great declarations of affections. Giant presentations for the mere request of courting a person.

It was such a request that would make one's intentions almost most definitely 100% clear.

But instead, he resolved to pass you a bunch of tangerines for that day's worth of fruit.

He processes the point Kaveh was trying to make, that love as an equation can only work so well until your actual feelings of love get in the way.

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LOST IN THE FIRE FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI

synopsis: katsuki has never thought about children, but today the thought consumes him from the inside out, and so do you.

contains: female reader. adult pro hero bakugou. established relationship. unprotected sex. a creampie. parental themes ie; mentions of pregnancy and children + reader being a mother. kats has a raging breeding kink and is so super in love! 3.1k wc.

note: sounds so dramatic at the beginning but i swear it is not serious like that :c either way i hope you like it < 3

you drive katsuki insane.

sure, you have your moments—times when you’re unimaginably annoying and butt heads with him over every possible thing, but that’s not what drives him up the wall—it’s the thoughts.

the pesky, never ending thought of you. you’re always there—day or night, rain or shine, like a pretty little parasite living between his ears.

he almost mistook it for a quirk, the way you spread like wildfire through his brain, scorching every inch in the process—but he’s since learned that that was just his way of experiencing love, which, at the time seemed a lot worse.

to this day, you burn hot in his mind—an eternal flame that has no sign of dying out anytime soon.

some days you’re dull, a soft yellow hue flickering in the background as he’s on patrol—too focused on whatever bastard he’s pursuing to ignite the thought of you. some days you’re bright, a fiery orange blaze glowing behind his eyes as you kiss down his torso—intensifying the lower you go.

and every so often, you’ll do or say something that threatens an all out explosion inside his head.

“katsuki!” you gasp, cupping a hand over your mouth as you shuffle into the kitchen, where your boyfriend is tossing spinach into the blender.

“what?!” he whips his head around at light speed, worry woven into his tone as he immediately sifts through a file of the worst-case scenarios. did someone die?

“guess what i just found,” you mumble into your palm, staring down at your phone in the other.

his features soften out upon hearing your words, and who knows, maybe it will be your dramatics that tip him over the edge.

he’s pretty when he’s not wearing a frown—with the morning sun seeping through the window and painting a streak of light onto him, defining the discoloured scar in the middle of his chest, and causing the thin silver chain just above it to glint.

“jesus christ,” he rolls his eyes, turning back to his half assed, thrown together smoothie. last he heard, you were shopping online for groceries the two of you had to pick up later this afternoon—so that tomorrow’s smoothie doesn’t end up like this one, shit. “what?”

“guess!” you grin, clutching your phone near your heart in a display of love for your recent find.

“hell if i know,” he mumbles—the muscles on his back rippling as he slices the tops off of some strawberries. “that damn ice cream you always inhale?”

he’s not wrong in thinking you had been browsing the frozen treats, he knows you well, you’ll give him that—but you placed the order ten minutes ago, and found a new website to entertain you.

“no,” you huff, dragging your slippers against the tile as you inch closer, stopping beside him. “and i shared with you last time, thank you very much.”

“huh?” he wraps an arm behind you, momentarily resting his palm against your ass before pinching at the fat. “one bite isn’t sharing, princess.”

you choose to let that comment fall on deaf ears, quickly spinning the conversation back to where you want it as you hold your phone out.

“look!” you beam, watching his gaze travel over the screen. it’s a picture of a little black onesie with two tiny gauntlets on it, and the words baby dynamight printed in orange and green lettering.

“what about it?” he mutters, not giving anywhere near the amount of excitement as you had hoped.

he thinks he recalls hearing about this—probably had the design shoved in his face the minute he walked into the agency and absentmindedly gave the go ahead because, he didn’t, still doesn’t, and most likely will never give a shit about what other people put on themselves, or their children.

“it’s cute asshole,” you huff, a little disappointed, but not surprised by his reaction in the slightest. you lean your head against his shoulder, looking on as his big, strong hands cut through the fruit with the utmost care. “doesn’t it make you want to have babies?”

“no,” he says, lifting a strawberry halve over his shoulder and holding it for you to bite. “does it make you wanna have ‘em?”

“yeah,” you confess.

“yeah?” he’s in disbelief. to his knowledge, you’ve never expressed the desire to have children, and if he’s honest, katsuki isn’t sure that he even wants them—he’s never given much thought to the idea.

“yeah,” you repeat, biting the fruit out of his hand. you lift your head up and smile—making sure that he knows you really mean it. “a mini us would be so cute, don’t you think? as long as they don’t get your temper, or that resting bitch face of yours.”

how utterly cruel of you to tack on a snarky little comment like that, especially after such a heavy one. he doesn’t know if that’d be cute, he’s never imagined it—until now, that is. he swears he can feel his skin heating up at the mere thought of having a baby with you, and when he thinks about what he’d have to do—no, what he’d get to do to make that a possibility, his mouth goes bone dry.

he doesn’t want you to take his silence the wrong way though, and so he mutters out the one word he think he can manage.

“yeah.”

with that, he slaps the lid onto the blender and presses the power button, hoping to drown out any further thoughts on the matter.

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katsuki spends the following hours thinking about you, specifically, about putting a baby in you. no matter what he does—from eating breakfast to sending a few emails, watching a movie with you to running all your errands together—he just can’t stomp out the embers from earlier that morning.

his thoughts carry over well into the late evening, though you’d never know how strong your effect really is—he’s too well versed in the world of fire and explosives to ever give himself away.

then again, he thinks there might be black smoke coming out of his ears when you invite him into the shower with you before bed—a horrible idea if he knows what’s good for him, but he doesn’t, so in he goes.

“katsuki, we should’ve bought it,” you blurt out, eyeing him up as he rinses the suds from his hair. the muscles along his torso stretch and twist with his movements—crashing waves against his skin that only further your cause.

“huh?” he gently shakes his head around, ridding his locks of any excess water before squinting at you through the one eye that didn’t wind up with shampoo residue in it.

“the baby onesie,” you clarify, snaking your arms around his waist and leaning against his chest in search of warmth—seeing as he’s hogging all the hot water. “what if it’s extinct by the time we have kids?”

we, you and him together.

honestly, he doesn’t know how you do it. he of all people should be indifferent to a little heat—but there you go again, burning him from the inside out.

“it’s my shit, can tell ‘em to make more,” he says, shifting your bodies around so that you’re under the stream of hot water—pure bliss for you both.

“a pink version?” you peer up, blinking through the droplets of water that flock to your eyelashes.

you want a little girl, is that it?

there’s a lump in his throat—another thick cloud of smoke, this time threatening to pour from his mouth. you being pressed up against him isn’t helping either, in fact, all you’re doing is sending all that heat south.

“anything you want, sweetheart,” he responds, pressing a rather short but passionate kiss to your lips—just enough to hold him over.

he’s quick to excuse himself after this, mumbling something about you taking for fucking ever to shave—which, while true, is not why he’s fleeing.

he needs a couple minutes to gather his bearings, to ask himself if he should really do this.

katsuki is responsible, whether it be a condom, or him pulling out the second he feels his cock start to twitch—he’s never finished inside you, but he’s always wanted to.

for him, it’s not the idea of getting you pregnant—that was the one reason he didn’t do it, because he wasn’t ready, nor did he know if a father was something he even wanted to become. instead, he gets off on the thought of him being the only one who gets to cum inside you—you’re his, and that’s one way he’d like to prove it.

however, now that you’ve so easily persuaded him into wanting a mini us—that possibility sounds a lot less like a consequence.

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“‘bout damn time,” he scoffs, seeing as how it’s been over twenty minutes and you’re only just shuffling into the room now. “c’mere.”

you watch him sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed, patting his thigh as an invitation for you to come sit. you don’t know what he’s thinking—you’ve barely dried off, still wrapped in your towel and dripping onto the floor every now and then.

“yes?” you ask, holding the fabric tight against your body as you make your way over.

you come to a halt in front of him, seconds away from opening your mouth again to ask what it is he wants—but he pulls you down onto one of his thighs, spreading his legs so that you’re facing towards his vacant one.

“you really wanna have a baby with me?” he’s looking at you with tiny red hearts in his eyes, already sneaking his fingers beneath the fluffy white material sitting loosely on your thighs.

“of course i do,” you smile, how cute of him—like a little puppy begging for a treat. “maybe even two.”

your words set the hearts ablaze, forcing him to see nothing but you—and you might’ve meant of course i do in the future, but all he can see right now, is you.

he kisses you, letting his lips move against yours freely this time—letting his tongue explore your mouth at will. his middle finger dips between your folds, drawing a line from your clit down to the sticky mess waiting below.

you’re excited too.

he breaks the kiss upon feeling how wet you are, drawing his hand back and looking down to catch the little string of arousal that connects his finger to your cunt.

“katsuki!” you gasp, squeezing your legs together out of embarrassment. pressing up against him in the shower didn’t help your case either, clearly.

“want you just as fuckin’ bad,” he assures, gently urging you off his lap—just to tug you back on immediately after, this time to straddle him.

you let the towel pool at your waist, giving katsuki free reign over your tits—to which he swiftly pops one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple and tugging it between his teeth.

“katsuki please,” you sigh, rutting yourself against the bulge in his sweats as you fist a hand through the shorter hairs at the back of his head. you don’t have time for this.

“huh? please what? gonna need some more from you, baby,” he hums, looking up at you through hooded lids—his gaze a deep shade of crimson you’ve never seen before.

“fuck me,” you whine, tugging at his waistband. “please.”

a proud grin flashes across his face—no matter how many times he hears it, the sound of you asking to be fucked will forever be his favourite tune.

“move this shit,” he mumbles, tossing the excess fabric to the floor and running his hands down your sides, over your hips, and along the curve of your ass. “fuckin’ gorgeous.”

he tugs his sweats down just barely enough to free his cock—tip pink and wet, leaking onto his fingers as he lines himself up with your entrance. he runs the head of his cock between your folds, collecting a bit of you on his shaft before pushing in.

you’re warm, always welcoming him with a hug—a tight squeeze of your walls that makes it almost impossible for him to bottom out. he knows you need to adjust before he does that—the thickness of his cock proving to be too much every time.

“relax,” he orders, resting his hand at the base of your throat and kissing you once more—because he knows, all too well, that this combination will have you sinking down onto his shaft, melting into him completely.

once his cock is fully sheathed, and he has you right where he wants you—flush against him with your tits in his face, he gets ahead of himself, and makes the mistake of thinking about cumming in you a little too early.

“mmm, feels so good katsuki,” you babble as you start to move your hips, up and down over and over again, warm velvet walls dragging against the entire length of his cock.

and it’s as if someone cut off the oxygen to your bedroom, he feels like he can’t breathe—all he can do is stare, tunnel visioned on the spot where you and him connect.

he already wants to cum—wants to fill you to the brim, watch it come gushing out, and fuck it right back into you. the thought alone has the corners of his vision tingeing orange—a telltale sign that you’re taking over.

a couple more minutes of you bouncing on his cock, and he can feel a burn in his lower gut—this one much more familiar than the one inside his head. still, he might as well be pronounced dead on the spot when he glances down and sees the little ring of arousal you’re leaving at the base of his shaft.

“shit,” he breathes through gritted teeth—resting the crown of his head against your chest as he tries to hold it together.

being completely oblivious to just how close he is to turning to ash—you start to rub circles onto your clit, readying yourself to cum with him.

you start to flutter around his cock, mindlessly babbling about how close you are, about how you’re going to cum for him—and you feel so good, so warm and tight—but right as his cock begins to twitch, he lifts your hips up, and off.

“fuck, fuck,” he pants, chest heaving as he stares down, watching his precious cum spurt from his tip and run down the sides of his shaft. what a waste.

“katsuki,” you drawl, soft and sweet as you brush the hairs matted to his forehead back. “what’s wrong? too much?”

if he’s honest, he doesn’t know why he did that—maybe it was instinct, something he did out of pure habit, or maybe it was too much, something he didn’t want you to see up close.

“nothin’ baby,” he mutters, grabbing one of your wrists and pressing a kiss to it. you’re so cute, so thoughtful and sweet. “c’mon, switch with me.”

you’re quick to move, knowing exactly what he wants as you go from his lap to the bed. you get on your knees, lowering your chest until your tits are flush against the mattress and your ass is in the air—consequently putting your messy pussy on display.

“atta fuckin’ girl,” he praises, kicking his sweats away and grabbing onto your hips—pulling you back just a little to define the arch he loves to see so much.

his heartbeat pulses in the tips of his fingers as he slides back into you, and he knows, he’s not going to last—still sensitive from his previous orgasm.

he starts to thrust, and it’s just like before—the unmistakable feeling of being consumed, both physically and mentally.

it starts at his feet, the kind of numbness that can be compared to television static. it travels up his legs, bypasses his cock, continues up his torso, and ceases at his neck.

“please kats, cum in me,” you slur, a mindless plea thrown over your shoulder—but one that almost incinerates katsuki right there.

and he’s glad you can’t see him right now, he’s positive he’s never looked more pathetic—head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, and brows knit together in such a way that it makes him look like he’s about to cry.

in all of this, he knows that the one thing able to ground him is still you—and so he pulls you up, tugs on your arms until your back is flush with his chest. his skin is sticky, hot—save for the cool metal of his necklace pressing between your shoulder blades.

“fuck princess,” he growls—rough, coarse, and right against the shell of your ear.

“‘m close katsuki, ‘m gonna cum,” you gasp, cunt fluttering around him at an even faster rate than earlier.

a strangled moan rips from the back of his throat, uncharacteristic, he knows—but he’s never felt this good, never loved the burn as much as he does right now.

his grip tightens to an almost unbearable level, one hand on your throat, the other splayed across your tummy. his breathing is an absolute mess, a string of breathy little pants against the crook of your neck. his heartbeat is everywhere—blaring in his ears, pounding in his chest, throbbing through his cock—and he cums.

he cums hard, face scrunching up as he feels you pulsing on his length, vision going white as he feels his warmth shoot out—it feels so fucking good.

you fall flat against the mattress, resuming your earlier position and snapping katsuki back to reality as you force him to slip out of you.

his eyes are glossed over as he looks down, and it feels like a lifetime passes as he stares at your cunt, waiting—but it comes, his cum, sticky and white as it leaks onto the sheets.

“fuck,” he’s barely audible, with an incredulous look on his face—bringing his index and middle finger up to spread your lips and coax more of himself out. nothing could be hotter, he’s damn sure of it.

satisfied, he flops down onto his back beside you, and he feels calm—like he’s comfortably walking down the streets of his brain as they continue to go up in flame—like he’s in control.

“well?” you say, curling up into yourself as you look at your big, strong, fucked out boyfriend.

“you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he hums, gaze never leaving the ceiling. “gonna be a perfect mom.”

“fucked you that good, huh?”

he turns his head to the side, what the fuck written all over his furrowed brows and scowl, because no—he fucked you, and you know it.

“shaddup,” he groans, playfully placing his palm over your face and pushing gently.

he sits up, leaning over the edge of the bed to grab that towel from earlier—he knew it’d come in handy later.

“hey,” you call out.

he peers over his shoulder at you, and you have definitely, never looked more beautiful.

“maybe even three?”

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animal (m)

synopsis. Bakugou can be an animal when it comes to fucking you sensless.

warnings. explicit sex, kissing, unprotected sex [BE SMART IRL AND WRAP IT!] biting, obsessed bakugou, he is so lovesick :((, but he’s very horny, rough sex, he fucks you between a door n him, strong bakugou, borderline yandere bakugou 😵‍💫🫡

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Katsuki has no self control when it comes to you.

You are irresistible to him, he is so helpless when it comes to you. What is it about that gets him so hot and bothered, just one look at you? He’s hard.

You get him so horny without doing anything at all, you’re washing dishes? He’s mesmerised by you, with the way your hands work, the way you’re so focused on doing them.

It gets him. He feels so dumb, he should feel disgusting at himself for being so horny about the most normal things you do.

It’s disgusting, but he can’t control it. You’d be so embarrassed if you could hear his thoughts, you’d leave him.

He’s so addicted to fucking you, feeling you in the deepest and most intimate way he can, your lips, your nose, your damn e/c eyes, that seductive gaze you give him.

You’re the most sexiest woman he’s ever laid his eyes woman,

If only people knew just how much of a whore their beloved number two hero, dynamite is for his woman. They’d find him pathetic. He doesn’t give a single fuck though.

You are his. He could fuck you forever and he wouldn’t get tired. God, he loves you so much.

Katsuki isn’t good with words or let alone expressing his feelings out loud, he is obsessed with you, he’s so crazy for you but he is unable to express it.

Unless it’s through intimacy.

So that’s why he’s pounding into you like a dog in heat, breathing so loudly into your ear as you yelp, breathless, his large palm holding the back of your neck so you’re looking straight into his wild ruby eyes, clouded with love.

“Fuck! love you s’much princess!” Bakugou confesses into the shell of your ear, his voice rough and husky, you can’t respond because the high of the pleasure is too much for you to handle. He knows your body so well.

He knows your spots. Your man knows how to fuck you so good, you whimper, your nails scratching on his skin, he’s so strong, holding your legs effortlessly when you lose yourself into him.

He feels so good inside you. You’re sure you see stars right now.

He pounds into that spot once again and you moan out loud, digging your nails once again into his flesh. Bakugou moans too, it spurns him on more, the man is a stallion, holding you in place while rutting into you feverishly.

“S-So good, suki!” You praise your husband. Bakugou grands your nipple and gives it a gentle pinch, driving you insane.

“My baby, fuck… love you so fucking much.” He presses his lips impatiently to yours, his kiss is passionate, swallowing your breath.

“‘m gonna fuck you so good because you deserve it baby, I love you so much.”

He is so passionate, so gentle yet rough. You could never get used to his touch truly, it still makes your skin ignite, just one touch and your body’s on fire.

“My princess.” He finally stops kissing you. “Hope you have the energy because we’re not going to sleep tonight.”

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I’ve always been there for you. part.2

Childe (Tartaglia) x Fem Reader ¡smut!

Warning : Smut 18+ MDNI; Childe Dom! ; unprotected and rude sex; dirty talk; threats; slaps; spit; bites; hickeys; punishments; blood; voyeurism; power play; teasing; choking, jealousy and possessiveness; pseudo-toxic relationship; violent foreplay; BDSM.

Reader with Cryo vision.

Synopsis : You are the only daughter of the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya, heir to the throne and general of the nation. The diamond of that place characterized by the eternal winter, loved by the people and adored for the angelic but fierce facade that you show. The only person with whom this mask fell is your secret lover, the one who manages to make you forget your duties with a touch and takes you to heaven whenever you end up in bed together. Your relationship was reserved for the bedroom, although you liked to tease him in public, as the 11th Harbinger was also your personal guard.

Everything was great and perfect… until one day your game was pushed too far, breaking the thin thread that gave you so much stability. Appearances were deceiving, and everything you thought you had under control suddenly hit you, dropping that house of cards you built for fun.

Length : 4k

Notes: In the story there will be some slightly violent or excessively harsh parts from the reader or Childe himself, read the warnings to better understand what it is. It’s a mini series, I hope you like it.

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Part 1 Part 2

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Still furious you headed to the part of the castle reserved for each of the Harbingers, who had a wing each to be always available for the Tsarina.

Once you got to Childe’s part, you walked into his room without even knocking, locking it behind you.

< y/n, what’s goin-? > You stopped him before he could finish the sentence, rushing to his lips, looking for an effective and productive way to release anger.

The kiss from the beginning was eager and wet, your lips were sought with breathlessness and lust. Your hands slipped on his jacket, taking it off easily and then immediately climbing on his shirt, going to unbutton it with enthusiasm. You made the red-boy back up to the bed, making him sit on the edge and straddling on him, not sticking out of the kiss until he completely lost his breath. Childe bit his lip and threw his head back when you sank your teeth and lips on his neck, then hands on your body, releasing the cloak that was part of the uniform.

His hand climbed up your neck and then ended up in the middle of your hair, squeezing between your fingers and then in a vise a handful of your hair, giving a slight tug so as to tear you away from him. You growled at him because of the pull of your hair, getting a growl from him and a cold but lustful look.

Your hand swiftly wrapped around his neck, squeezing the grip, making a slight pressure; take him to the mattress, opening his shirt totally, accidentally blowing a few buttons. The red pushed you against him again thanks to the grip that he had managed to recover in your hair; he unhooked the hooks that held the shoes tightly, taking them off with ease. He again carried his lips on yours, finding the same hungry rhythm as before, going to suck and bite your lip.

Your hand tightened more against his neck, causing the boy to gasp in your mouth and a subsequent smug smile.

< Squeeze more, baby, I like it. > He said between your lips with a mischievous and irreverent tone, playing with you and with the fact that you would never go to tighten to such an extent to really suffocate him.

You smiled keeping away from the kiss, trying to get away slightly, if it wasn’t for the firm grip in your hair that forced you to stand still over the boy. Maybe a little anger had gone, but how could you be angry if you were in your lover’s bedroom.

You said leaning towards him, whispering his title on his lips, knowing how it lit up well when you said it, especially if in a context like this.

Her blue eyes became completely clouded by lust, pulling more of your hair, making you meow from the pleasant pain you were feeling. Your hand slid purposely into his pants, undoing his belt, then clutching his already hard package, he panted and then watching the way your hand groped his needy cock. < someone is already ready for me > you said mumbling.

He pulled your hand out of his pants and quickly changed your positions, slamming you under him and locking your hand over your head, also taking the one around his neck and joining it to the other. < oh, don’t play like that with me, baby. You might regret > he answered with a hoarse and deep voice.

He carried his face on your neck, sniffing it before leaving a painful bite from which a slight trickle of blood came out that he promptly sucked, making you moan obscenely.

You shook your hands in your fists as you felt Childe’s free hand slip into your pants, pleasantly feeling the absence of your underwear, which led to him squeezing your intimacy with three fingers, pinching it and making you tremble and groan.

< Well, well well… the fearsome princess of Snezhnaya moaning like a whore under her subordinate > he said taking you down, bringing two fingers down to the clitoris, where she began to pinch and massage.

Your hips moved left and right and then pushed closer to his gloved hands. There were very few things that could make you horny, but Ajax’s gloved hand while masturbating was something idyllic. Your body was arched on the mattress, trembling as it produced pornographic moans due to overstimulation.

The boy observed your reactions satisfied as his fingers got wet because of your moods, pressing on your hole with one finger, threatening to penetrate you, slowly following the line of the edges. You bit your lip as hard as you could, started drooling like any whore, pushing your pelvis against him, hoping that this would make him enter your teeth to please you.

< Not so fast, ma'am. You walked into my room without permission, you threw yourself at me without even giving me an explanation… what a naughty girl, should I reward you for your behavior? > His fingers pinched and pulled your pulsating clit, making you moan again and roll your eyes back. Even though you had the boy right the night before, you’d never get tired of feeling so rough with yourself

< Why not, sir? > You said defiantly, grinning as you held your head back. Hearing the sound of his smile against the already sensitive skin of the neck, feeling little chills climb on your body.

Archons, he liked as fuck to hear you so disrespectful to him, because then he would have had a valid reason to be more rude to you.

Childe left another bite on your skin, taking your breath away from the surprise. < mhmh, how about I take my hand out of here ? > He said by removing your hand from your intimacy and then lowering your pants completely, then detaching from you and releasing the grip on your wrists. < You’re gonna have to make it up to me, baby. > He said with a mischievous smile, then opened your legs in front of him, taking one of your hands and carrying it on your own intimacy.

He said seriously, backing up until he sat in the chair that was not far from the bed but in front of it.

He crouched with his legs open, leaning his elbow on an armrest and then a temple on his fist, waiting for you to start touching in front of him. This one was really new to you, you never masturbated in front of him, and it embarrassed you a little bit, and he knew that, so he made a request like that.

You have brought your fingers to your red and swollen clitoris, beginning to give it attention and massaging it slowly already experiencing chills and breathlessness in the chest, leaving some soft, almost meowing moans. You have gradually speeded up the movements of the fingers, bringing the free hand to attend to the obscene and strong moans that you were leaving because of the pleasures, panting on the name of the boy who looked at you with longing.

You sobbed his name a couple of times before he ordered you not to cover your mouth, making you carry a hand in the sheets you squeezed with hope of easing the sweet pain of pleasure.

The predatory look of the boy watched as the folds of your intimacy moved at your touch, dripping on your red silk sheets; he watched as your body agitated and bent as you called his exasperated and needy name, The showy skin on your legs and how they trembled once you swallowed two fingers inside of you. His pants became tighter and tighter as he listened to you sobbing his name, begging him to come and keep on coming.

You felt like a total slut touching you in front of him in that way, letting him watch and study every little movement, listening to how you whined about his name in need of contact with him and enjoying seeing you so fragile and naked in front of him. Maybe he would propose something similar in the future, he was loving that version of you, so shameless and desperate for his dick.

You stopped the movements of your hand when you felt the presence of the boy standing in front of the bed, after all, sneaking around was one of his skills but you would have preferred to hear him first. Childe grinned bitterly but at the same time mischievous, looking down upon your face.

< Did I say ��stop” ? > he growled and laid a hand on your neck, squeezed it slightly. < Is’t so hard to be a good whore for me? Do I have to be meaner with you? > He went on, and then slapped your vagina, making you moan deeply, shivering. < You must have pissed me off today, didn’t you? > His voice was low and deep as she slammed a second slap into your intimacy. < my bad, I should have educated better a rebellious kitten like you. But you could be such a good kitty, right? > He cocluse by rolling up the sleeves of the shirt on his arms, putting on gloves later.

< maybe I don’t want to be. I know you like it when I’m mean > you answered brazenly.

He took you from your hips after sitting on the edge of the bed, settling with his belly against his thighs, taking off the shirt you were wearing and then stroking your bare back, passing a finger along your spine, causing you little chills. You took a deep breath before sucking on his gloved fingers at his command, mumbling slightly as you felt it in your mouth. < such a good kitten, so good… Go on, baby. > He whispered. You kept sucking and licking his fingers until he took them out of your mouth to enter sharply inside you, making you scream and stick your nails into his thigh. < Aw, if only you could see how pretty your face is drooling over my fingers like a sweet bitch. >

His fingers pumped fast in and out, hitting some spots he knew were sensitive to you, causing you to pant and groan shamefully against his thigh, blushing for strong pleasure. Childe let out a laugh at your reactions, which made you blush more, beginning to drool once he began to alternate some slaps on your intimacy with the fingers pumping.

The pleasure was too much, you felt the blood crashing on your lower abdomen concentrating the pleasure right where the boy was cutting. He came out of your intimacy and struck a couple of times your buttocks, letting slip disparaging words and totally non-royal titles. You bent your back trying to get up from this position that was becoming uncomfortable and painful, receiving the boy’s hand on your back, pushing it down to lock yourself in that position < You’ll not get up from here until I feel satisfied. I’m not done with you yet. > He said leaving a bite on your shoulder and then licking the mark with satisfaction.

You kept moaning at every gloved slap against you, meowing to try to recover some air in your lungs. Your drool soaked his pants as you felt his cock pounding against your stomach for the excitement of punishing you. He entered you again, pumping harder and faster than before, until you come up with a loud orgasm, calling his name. He took you by the hair, pulling you towards him, making your sore back arch. < Just because you cum don’t think I’m satisfied. > He said licking your neck smiling, then throwing you on his mattress, licking his fingers full of your moods, moaning with pleasure in feeling the sweetness of the liquid.

He took off the gloves with his teeth and then completely removed his shirt and pants, observing your exhausted and panting body on the bed, approaching you and pulling you to him by the legs. You bite your lip before leaning over you going to leave wet kisses and hickeys on your belly, and then end up on your breast, beginning it to suck and bite rough.

One of your hands crashed into your mouth, trying to take care of the sharp sound of your desperate moans, weeping quietly. The other hand ended up in the boy’s soft hair, pulling some strands when he sucked too hard or bit. After several minutes, Childe gave a respite to your over-stimulated nipples, recreating a wet river between your legs.

He came down between your legs, kissing your inner thigh until he got to your intimacy, blowing on it to give you more chills. < Do you want me, baby? > he said leaving a kiss right between the separation of the thigh and vagina, making you pant slightly. < Tell me. How much do you want me? > He kept teasing you. In other circumstances, you wouldn’t stoop to his little games so easily, but you needed it.

Your dangerous game in the meeting, the argument with Regrator, Childe in THAT uniform, and his being so rough in bed, only increased your libido. You needed Childe, every little part of you screamed his name, wanted it, needed it.

You said panting, hoping that this would be enough to convince him, but you would have lied to yourself in actually thinking it. He loved to destroy your power under him, totally nullifying your title and making you subject to his will, and that was what always brought you back to him.

< So pretty, you can do better. Beg me, baby. Let me hear how fucking you want me. > he licked the point that just before he was just kissing, and then massage the outer thigh with his hands, groping it with possession.

< Please, I crave you… I’m begging you, Sir. > Your words were meowing and gasping for the sensitive point he was playing with. Childe went completely on to hear that nickname, you knew it made him particularly hot and that’s why you used it to get what you wanted.

The boy moved away from your legs and stood up, taking off his pants with a speed never seen before, coming back above you and not hesitating a second to to enter you to the bottom. You opened your eyes wide, letting a scream followed by a groan come out of your mouth; your body arched again, while your hands clung to the sheets, clutching them between your fingers while some tear of pleasure came out of your eyes, closing them later. He didn’t even give you time to get used to it that he began to suck his sore dick inside you, took your face with one hand and tightened his grip on the jaw. < Look at me. You wanted me so much until now, what’s up? Princess, you can’t stand all this? > He said growling at you, then moaning because of your walls closing around him.

You opened your eyes to look at him, letting out of your mouth some curses for the pleasure he was giving you as he pulsed against your walls and pushed deeper and deeper. Your vision was a little blurry from the tears coming out of you, which made the boy inside you harder.

< Look at you, so pretty when you cry for my dick. > He said and then left a wet kiss on your lips, licking your tears later, narrowly increasing the intensity of the thrusts.

His hand wrapped around your neck, choking some of your moans and whimpers. Your eyes looked at him with irreverence and lust, you wished he would go stronger with you, you needed to feel him to the last, to focus your anger and libido on something. Between one push and the other his grip on your neck tightened making you moan and roll your eyes back, panting < more… > with a broken voice, continuing to cry on his sheets making him enjoy.

< You want more, baby? Okay. > He said smirking and then yanking your hair and leaving a slap on your face, not too painful, but you liked this. He had never gone so far with hair pulled, making you cry, choke and slap but you didn’t mind all this now.

You left a liberating moan when it totally entered you, hitting your most sensitive spot, leaving a slap on your breast and pulling your hair again, pushing harder and harder. Maybe it hurt a little, but you didn’t care, it was a pain that could be endured if he gave you the best cum shot of your life. The nails ended up scratching and clinging to his shoulders, cutting his back a little too, causing the boy to groan hoarsely.

He held you by the neck as he gave the last rough thrusts inside you, making you cum with a spray on his still hard dick but close to orgasm too. You missed your breath after the strong orgasm, gasping for air as the guy kept pumping in and out of you and then reaching orgasm too with a loud and deep moan, slightly growling. You carried your hands on his neck and shoved it against your lips, beginning yet another wet kiss, as the boy’s hands moved to hold himself.

< If I had known that coming to your room would have meant this, I would have walked into this room years ago > You said laughing on his lips, and then moved the boy to the side and dragged you over him, sitting astride on his belly. You left some sweet kisses on his chest and then on his neck. you whispered.

< And I thought I was exaggerating… > He laughed back. He counted, laying his hands on your hips.

< You stopped the presence of my mother, may I never see what we do. > You responded by laughing while leaving a bite on his neck. you received a small spanking after what you had said, remembering how devoted your lover was to your mother.

< You are without rules… You know what I risk in doing all this > He sighed heavily.

< But we like the risk, the thrill of being discovered. I don’t think you ever felt sorry for possessing me, at least not after all these years > You snorted and then dropped on the mattress.

he said approaching him, caressing your naked skin. < But you know that I have duties towards the Tsarina, don’t be angry for this >

You turned to him, and then wrapped the bravvia around his neck. < Mh, I don’t like my mother’s power over you. The only one who should command you that way should be me. I’m jealous. > You grumbled with a soft pout.

< Mh.. but you have more power than her, I am totally yours. You know who should be really jealous ? Me. You sent me away with the others to stay with another Harbinger, I feel offended > He said moving some locks behind your ear.

You sighed, you hated to think back to that moment, knowing it was your big mistake. If you had talked to Childe about what happened, there would have been nothing in the world, not even the Tsarina herself, to stop him from killing his comrade. You knew your lover’s levels of jealousy, and that was enough to know when it was best to lie.

You said and then wring his cheeks < You’re so cute when you get jealous > You giggled and then you printed a kiss on his lips.

Childe snorted and kissed me back < Something I understand too… > He said grumbling.

< Ah, yes? You know about accounting and financial systems? > You asked mocking him, only to find his face in the hollow of your neck.

< A little, yes… I would learn more if it takes to stay more time with you > He whispered. < We don’t train together for a long time… I am always traveling and I thought there was something with him > He said with a slight tone of concern in the voice.

You held your arms around her neck, laying your face over her head, looking sad and lost. You wanted to tell him, you didn’t like keeping secrets from him, but that was also to preserve his safety. < You’re the only one… I would never replace you with anyone. > Your voice was sweet and delicate as you were held in his arms.

< Don’t say it… one day you’ll have to get married and you will not be mine anymore. You’ll replace me and you forget me > He said bitterly. < That’s why I want to keep you to myself as much as possible. >

You swallowed and then sighed. < What if I married you? >

< The Tsarina cannot marry a Harbinger, is inconvenient and would not accumulate the force of the ruler. The Tsaritsa would never allow your marriage, especially if it is with me. > he responded by caressing your back.

< Pity, you would be sexy dressed as a King at my side… so sexy > You said laughing to break the tension in the air, trying to avoid the harsh reality.

< Sexy? I could make you scream for hours in the throne room and shout my name in the bedroom, without the fear of being discovered > He answered laughing too.

< Not that I’d mind… that would be nice, at least I’d have a good reason to kill all those sluts who hit on you. Even if I don’t say it, you belong to me. And I know you’re flirting with that traveler. Oh, Archons. if I find out you’re sleeping with her in my absence, I swear my mother’s torture would be your salvation. > You said playing with a lock of her hair, curling it around your finger.

< She’s not nearly as beautiful as you, because betraying you to a stranger. I’m totally yours. > He responded promptly.

< Swear. Swear to me that you are mine and that you belong to me.> Your voice was colder and more decisive.

Childe looked at you sincerely and then sighed.

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I’ve always been there for you. part.1

Childe ( Tartaglia) x Fem Reader !smut¡

Warning : Smut 18+ MDNI; Childe Dom! ; unprotected and rude sex; dirty talk; threats; slaps; spit; bites; hickeys; punishments; blood; power play; teasing; choking, jealousy and possessiveness; pseudo-toxic relationship; violent foreplay; BDSM.

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Length : 3.5k+

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Part 1 Part 2

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The icy wind of Snezhnaya hit your still too sensitive skin after coming out of the warm bed sheets, causing you chills and goosebumps. Your gaze fell on the messy hair of the boy across the bed, failing to see his face completely because of the rebellious strands that hid him; His bare shoulders out of the blankets, showing much of his back, not reacting at all to the winter cold of the capital.

You stretched towards him, passing your hand over his soft skin, stroking with your fingertips some scratches left by you the night before, observing how he shuddered at that attention from you. That back, like his whole body, was your favorite canvas to paint with hickeys, bites and scratches, framed by some battle scars who aged with time.

You couldn’t say you didn’t appreciate your guardian, after all he was a passionate and devoted lover, and it was he who took your virginity, making you completely obsessed with him, even if you didn’t admit it so easily. Not that your jealousy toward him didn’t scream how crazy and possessive you was toward him.

No one could know what was between you two, it would be too inconvenient for the princess of Snezhnaya to attend her own guardian, even if only sexually. A Harbinger was clearly a respected authority but was supposed to serve the Tsaritsa and her family, not fuck the princess of the nation.

You followed his column, slipping your hand, making the boy growl under you. Childe woke up slowly, enjoying your gentle touch on his skin, hoping to stay a little longer in that corner of paradise you had created as a loophole from public duties.

< Good morning, my Harbinger. Did you sleep well? > You asked once you heard that the red-haired guy had woken up, leaving a gentle kiss on his neck, approaching his face turned sideways.

< My princess, how could I sleep badly if I have you by my side? > He answered by turning towards you, then quickly locking you under him, putting his hands on the sides of your shoulders. You passed one hand over his bare chest and the other over his face, caressing him gently.

< You’re always so flattering, Ajax. > You said smiling, and then receive a kiss from the boy above you, who soon became wet and needy, as if the two of you hadn’t kissed each other until your lips were consumed just the night before.

The kiss was interrupted by the “knock-Knock” produced by your closed door, accompanied by a voice. < Your Highness, it’s bath time… are you… are you awake? > she asked in a trembling and low tone, but always remaining delicate.

You raised your eyes to the sky, mentally vowing to have your caregiver cut off her tongue. Childe smiled knowing what you were thinking, breaking away from the kiss and then moving away from you.

< Your Highness, is rude not to answer the servants > he whispered on your ear, causing you a sigh of dissent.

< Come back in a few minutes, 15 minutes will be fine. I need to be alone for a while. > You said in a tone obviously annoyed and maybe slightly acid.

< But Your Majesty the Tsaritsa told me… > She continued obviously uncertain about the business.

< Your princess commands you. My mother will not disagree about a bathroom postponed for a few minutes, don’t dare to bore me further. > Your voice now hard and sharp had made sure that the servant left apologizing.

The guy next to you looked at you and then laughed and bit his lip, holding a hand on his face and then in his hair. < Do you want to hunt me, your Highness? > He said blatantly provoking you, not that you were sorry, you liked the way Childe took these small liberties in private.

< Hmm… I don’t know, do you have something to offer me in such a way as not to bore me? > You said turning to him and taking him by the face with one hand.

< All that your highness desires > He answered the mischievous tone, knowing where you were going. < Sometimes I forget how sexy you are when you’re so bossy > he caressed your naked side and squeezed it slightly, admiring the little marks he had left you the night before.

< Oh, I think you know very well what I want. > Your gaze was mischievous, clearly suggesting to the boy your desires.

< My princess, fifteen minutes wouldn’t be enough to ensure that you enjoy properly. I thought you understood after all those nights. > He answered taking you by the hips, carrying you above him, admiring your naked body and exposed to him. He would never get tired of seeing you like that.

You snorted at yourself from the bed, taking away your sheets and covering yourself with it, knowing that it was an obvious wrong to your lover.

< I’m your princess! I can have what I want whenever I want and as much as I like. > Your dramatic voice rang out in the room as you wandered around the room not to give him the pleasure of touching you again.

< Y/n, you’re not just my princess, don’t play these games with me, you know I like to strip you of your titles. Also, in the bedroom, I’m in charge and…. Look, we’re in the bedroom. Come here before the maid returns and forces me to flee like a thief. > he responded in tone, knowing perfectly well that your titles in that chamber were completely cancelled.

You approached him daubed, then you were greeted by his warm arms, resting your face on his chest. He began to kiss your head, caressing your body, causing you chills along your back.

Will you be at the meeting with the Harbingers today? Her Majesty is going to force you to participate if you refuse to be present again > He said by clutching you to his chest, hoping to persuade you to leave again.

< Her Majesty, Her Majesty and Her Majesty… blah, blah, blah, blah, she is always spoken of as the center of the universe. I’m not going to go along with her wishes like anyone else > You responded acidly, sinking into his warm embrace.

< My angel, don’t do so… is still an archon and is our Tsarina, it’s obvious that everything revolves around her in Snezhnaya. You should really participate out of respect for your people and your servants Harbingers > continued, stroking your hair.

You said lifting your face and kissing his jaw. You answered by mumbling between one kiss and another, touching the boy’s chest. < Don’t insist… Why don’t you skip this meeting and hang out with me? I know it bores you too > You continued, leaving a few bites and making pant the man under you.

He had to detach you so as not to give in to the temptation to really stay with you, it wasn’t like him to disobey the Tsarina’s orders. He was loyal to her and deified her as the goddess she was, not that it prevented him from giving in to lust with you and letting go.

< Mh… y/n, one day you’ll take your mother’s place and you’ll understand… You are close to the throne, you should really think about participating, if not for your majesty, do it for me > He said as he got out of bed and dressed, knowing that the longer he was with you, the more he would be carried away by your rebellious spirit.

< Come back here, come on! It sucks when you’re so devoted to my mother, phew. > You snorted and dropped on the mattress, watching the guy putting his clothes back on. < How can I be here if I see you sexy in your Harbinger uniform? I wouldn’t stay focused and just think about the ways you fucked me last night. It’s frustrating for me, Ajax. Don’t do this to me > You grumbled with your hands on your face, making the guy who took you from the foot laugh and pulled you towards the edge of the bed, then get you up slightly and kiss your lips.

< Not that I find you unattractive and sexy dressed as a general. If you showed up being a good girl, I could think of rewarding your good behavior > He said on your lips, and then pull away and approach the door before being stopped by yet another “knock-knock”.

< Punctual as death. Perhaps it’s better to get out of the balcony, I hope to see you at the meeting, my princess. > He whispered kissing the palm of your hand, then went out on the balcony and disappeared completely in the light fog of the capital.

You bit your lip with a smile, maybe he really convinced you to play your mom’s stupid power play. You covered yourself again and told the maid to come in, then follow her to the royal baths and let her wash you with the other women.

< Anya, no daily clothes today. I’ll wear the uniform of the nation’s general. > You said smiling at your most trusted servant, surprising her for the first time.

You had never directly asked to wear your uniform, except in military events that required your presence. The girl nodded and notified her subordinates to start cleaning and fixing your uniform.

Hours later you were ready for your entrance into the great hall built to house the Harbingers in the royal house. You had never heard that room of yours, it was yet another thing existing because of your mother, not that you hated her, she just always stood up, watching you and criticizing you in silence.

You waited to be announced before you entered the room, out of respect for the people who gave themselves every day to keep the nation safe.

Once inside, you found all the Harbingers standing solemnly bent over you, while remaining around the rectangular table. You could tell from their looks that they were amazed to see you come in, after all, it was a long time since you had actively attended meetings like this.

You could feel your mother’s sharp, burning look on your body, you knew she was surprised but you didn’t know if she was positive or negative, after all this time it wasn’t her who extended the invitation.

You took your seat at the head of the table, parallel to the Tsaritsa’s raised throne. That seat was usually reserved for the Fatui’s leader, but it had to be ceded in the event of the presence of the General of State, namely you, as well as the princess of the nation and future Tsarina of Snezhnaya.

You said and then nodded your hand to allow them to sit down again, sitting down after you gave the Tsarina a sharp look.

< Not at all, Your Highness. We’re honored by your presence. > Pierro’s strong but servile voice broke the silence that was being created in the room, always with a calm tone as usual. You gave a gentle smile to Leader of Fatui, then crossed your legs and looked at some documents left on the table.

< So, what were we talking about? > You said looking up at the man waiting to be made aware of the various plans and events. Your tone was firm and professional, really interested in political dynamics, participating in the various debates and moves to be made to help the Tsarina get the gnosis and counter the power of Celestia.

The only thing wrong was to literally have your lover by your side, unfortunately or fortunately, the place assigned to Childe was exactly the one by your side and it was ironic how you could forget about it. Not that you were sorry, you had the opportunity to take a little risk, put a shiver in your hidden relationship.

You knew it was risky for both of you to look more intimate than you should, but who would have noticed your foot climbing on his leg? after all, the table concealed perfectly your hidden games, to betray you could only be poor control over your body or in the reactions of the face.

Ajax’s eyes were looking at you, as if to ask you what you were doing or why you were doing it; he didn’t mind, no, you would have noticed if you were invading his space and comfort zones, he liked it when you played like this, but maybe there was concern in his eyes. On the other hand, it was one thing to be discovered by a citizen or a servant, history changed if it was the highest authority of the nation to discover you two.

It was difficult, indeed, impossible not to drop the eye on the boy’s gloved hands, on the tight shirt or on the scarf that you yourself had given him; not to mention his posture so elegant but at the same time they made him seem annoyed or disinterested in conversation; the face in a perennial poker face, as if you were not touching his dick right at that moment.

You continued to play on his leg while discussing ways to retrieve the electro gnosis, possessed by the Raiden of Inazuma, famous for being ruthless and difficult to deal with; your speech was not an impediment to finish on Childe’s thigh, touching the groin and his crotch wrapped in his pants.

Suddenly Childe’s grip made you stop, tightening your grip slightly, fingering your stocking, making you shiver slightly, which could be excused by the slightly cold temperature of the room.

You sighed as you listened to the ideas of all the Harbingers and the Tsarina’s opinion about it, involving the manipulation of a certain Traveller who had become a renowned Hero in Teyvat. You looked at Tartaglia once it was his turn, talking about how he could direct this girl to do whatever he wanted. It bothered you his intimacy with such hero, since for months you were forced to stay away from the boy, all without being able to complain.

Your game of touches proceeded throughout the meeting, leaving both of you really eager for each other. Your professional demeanor, your authoritarian and firm tones, as cold as the nation you belonged to, had you two horny as fuck. Not that the clothing had relieved the thoughts of jumping on eachother, indeed, it was perhaps the first thing that had brought you back to the night before.

The boy left your leg just before he got up to bow down at the exit of the Tsaritsa, greeting her in the same way as everyone in that hall.

The Harbingers turned to you, waiting for your exit or permission to be discharged, they would never have allowed themselves out without your decision. You returned to your upright position after greeting your mother, immediately noticing how one of the Harbingers was watching you with an accomplice look, passing the gaze from you to Childe, smiling maliciously.

Shit, did he understand? You thought worried. You cleared your voice and looked at the other people in the room. < You’re discharged, go ahead… > you said and then take a short break. < Pantalone, please stay. I need to discuss some business with you. > You concluded by inviting the man to sit down again while the others left without any problems, except your lover. He gave you a confused look, not understanding why I let Pantalonve stay and not him.

Once you were alone in the room, you approached the black-haired man at a decisive pace. You started with a firm and cold tone.

< My princess, I have no idea what you’re talking about > his tone made everything shine except innocence.

< Regrator, don’t play innocent with me. We both know what I’m talking about, don’t pretend not. That would be a huge disrespect to the royal family > You ended up putting a threatening hand on his shoulder.

< Princess, with all due respect, I think you disrespect the royal family plus what you and Tartaglia do. Don’t you think? > He responded by teasing you, he knew where to hit you and he did it fucking well. < Tell me, my general, does Her Majesty know what you do behind everyone’s back? I suppose not… that indecency, with one of his Harbingers…> He smiled brazenly, knowing he was right.

You held on to his shoulder, looking at him in a dark way. < You are not showing me respect by addressing me in these ways. I know you, my dear Regrator, I don’t ask you to keep my secret at the cost of anything, you know better than me that I can give you everything you want. > You started by sitting in front of him, crossing your legs and your arms across your chest. < So, what is the price for your silence? Money? More power? Tell me what you want. > your tone was serious, just like your look, while his mocking and not caring.

< My princess, you shouldn’t ask a man what he wants, especially if you promise to give him everything he wants. > He breathed deeply, his tone was slightly mischievous. < Even if you are the princess of Snezhnaya, you shouldn’t say such things… Now I could ask you anything and you couldn’t say no, are you sure you could afford it, my princess? > He concluded with a cheeky smile.

< A good general never retires when she knows she can win the battle. I do not take back my words, so tell me the price of your silence. > you slammed your hand on the table, waiting for an answer from the man.

The black-haired man approached you, placing a hand on your face, stroking it and then tightening the grip around your jaw and approaching him. < The battle, not the war, Your Highness. If my price was to have you? Could you really afford it, General? >

You swallowed looking at him, trying not to let emotions shine through your face. < What exactly are you asking me? > your words clung desperately to a stable and serious tone, hoping to have misunderstood his request.

< I don’t need to teach you about birds and bees. Tartaglia is always away on missions, leaves you alone for months and then comes back as if nothing had happened. I see you, my princess. How you look at him, how you need to be touched when he’s not around, the flesh is weak. You may have stability with me, I’m in the Tsaritsa’s good graces, and I wouldn’t mind ruling by your side in the future, I wouldn’t mind your little flings with him once in a while, although I know you wouldn’t need it after trying. > your hand rose to strike his face after that blatant offense to your person, and then be stopped by his firm grip on your wrist. His lustful and ambitious gaze watched you. < Come on, princess, it’s a reasonable price for my silence. It would be outrageous if it became known that our princess is no longer a virgin. What do you think? >

You sighed heavily, turning your face to the side and removing your hand from his grip.

< Oh, maybe our future Tsarina can’t really afford everything, didn’t she? > he said in a mocking tone, laughing with taste, getting a look from you.

< It’s not something I can offer so easily, as well you know. Are you asking me something out of proportion, aren’t you afraid that I will cut your tongue or condemn you to death? > You spit bitterly.

< See, my general, I’m not afraid of losing anything if I can make more. I fear nothing, life is a game, why not bet everything? > He said by fixing his glasses. < The choice is yours, I will keep your secret until I receive a confirmation from you but… the time is precious, you can not know if tomorrow or in a week the price will be higher. > He ended by getting up.

< Is it a threat? > You asked furiously.

< only if you want to understand it so > he answered with the same amused tone < How dare you! Get out of here, right now. > You responded coldly, with an acidity never felt, your gaze was sharp and threatening, which made the man feel chills.

< My princess… > he said to then bow and kiss the back of your hand, then take leave.

You brought a hand on your face, clearly nervous that he’d asked for something like this. The nervousness didn’t subside at the thought that he had known about you and Childe for a long time.

You got up from the chair and threw some papers on the table, pushing the chair where it was sitting and dropping it on the floor.

< Fuck it. You manipulative bastard. > You said clenched teeth, furious with anger.

What to do now? Risk your mother taking away your title and throne and degrading Childe, almost certainly exiling him, or accepting Regrator’s indecent proposal?

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