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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Love Thy Enemy Part 2

I wrote part one a while ago, but this seemed like a perfect post to add to the fantasci community! Also, the characters now have names. General is now Vorrin and Empress is now Callista.

Part One

Vorrin awoke with a start. He didn't know at what point he drifted into real sleep, but the early morning sun now bathed the room in dull, dove-gray light. But not his room. He abruptly rolled over onto his other side. The space beside him was now empty.

He flopped onto his back with a heavy sigh. That was probably for the best. Falling asleep next to her had been hard enough, he hadn't exactly wanted to wake up next to her too. He already felt entirely too vulnerable.

"Good morning."

Vorrin yelped, shooting upright and whipping his head around the room until he landed on Empress Callista's long, slender figure lounging in one of the plush sitting chairs. She smirked and crooked one dark brow, but other than that made no comment on Vorrin's embarrassing display.

"Breakfast?"

"You're still here," Vorrin said.

"Indeed. I did say we'd be spending more time together, didn't I?" She lifted the delicate teacup from its saucer and took a long, silent sip. "You slept in a little longer than expected, but no matter. We still have about an hour."

"Before?"

"You're coming into the city with me. It's about time people saw us together publicly. Besides, the change of scenery may be good for you."

Vorrin hated how she could sound conniving in one breath and caring in the next. What was he? Her pet? Something to parade around and spoil? Did she really think that any of these luxuries or favors could change his feelings about what she'd done? Though he did not deny, that a part of him longed to leave these palace walls. It had been months since he'd been any further than the gardens.

He swung his legs over the mattress and gingerly rose to his feet. "Shouldn't I get back to my rooms? To get ready?"

"I've already requested your manservants to attend to you here. They'll bring your change of clothes and fix your hair.

"My...?" Vorrin glanced across the room into the great gold-framed looking glass overhanging the vanity and found his long, chocolate hair had decided to tangle itself into a bird’s nest on one side. The other side lay frazzled over his shoulder, like he'd taken to rubbing it between two whetstones. Probably all that tossing and turning last night.

Vorrin rapidly dragged his fingers through the mess. It didn't seem fair that Empress Callista's hair still remained tight and tidy in it's whippish tail.

"You still have a few minutes before they arrive. You should eat. Reports tell me you don't eat much, but this is your favorite breakfast."

Vorrin crept toward the spread. A kettle sat on a wooden hot plate, the scent of sweet mint escaping out it's long silver spout. Beside it sat a plate full of steaming biscuits, halved, buttered and slathered in strawberry jam.

His stomach growled traitorously.

Empress Callista waved to the open seat across from her.

Vorrin begrudgingly accepted. The bitterness only grew as the cushions sank beneath him, setting him a couple inches shorter than the empress. But he tried not to let the annoyance show on his face as he stacked three biscuits on top of each other and took a large bite. Letting her know he was upset would only give her more power.

His stomach squirmed a little as he swallowed. This really was his favorite breakfast. He wondered how much she knew about him already. He'd known all the servants in the palace were her people, but he hadn't realized that they'd been her eyes as well. How much did they report? How much of what he said, of what he did, had been repeated back to her?

"Even if you weren't from an enemy nation, I'd still have you watched," Empress Calista said. Vorrin shuddered a little at the way she seemed to read his mind. "You're my consort. It's my responsibility to ensure you are properly attended to. That means keeping you safe and meeting your creature comforts. Better if I understand what makes you happy."

"My freedom would make me happy."

Callista tapped her lips thoughtfully with the edge of her spoon before using it to scoop a couple cubes of sugar into her half-full cup. "I suppose I can arrange an armed escort every now and then if you're restless."

"That's not what I mean and you know it."

"And you know I can't let you go. So why don't we both stop pretending?"

A light rap on the door snapped the growing tension in two.

"Enter," the empress called in that gracious voice of royalty. Not too loud, not too aggressive, but commanding all the same.

The door creaked, and Pins poked his head through the door, a small leather bag slung over one shoulder. At the sight of the empress he immediately bent in half, folding his hands in front of him and gluing his eyes to the floor.

"We've come to prepare Royal Consort Vorrin for the day, your majesty."

"Right here, Pins," Vorrin said.

Pins's head rose a centimeter toward Vorrin's voice, then he raised up all at once with a large grin. "Good morning, Royal Consort. Your hair is exciting this morning. I've brought a brush and several accessories for you to choose from. Would you like to get started, or would you prefer to dress first?"

As if on cue, Switch slid into the room, breathing heavy and face flushed, a long red garb draped across his arms. He bowed hastily to Vorrin and then deeper to the Empress, speaking to the floor as he began profusely apologizing. "Forgive me, your majesty, Royal Consort Vorrin. The outfit selected for today had a tear. The royal tailor claims it will not be ready until this evening. I took the great liberty of selecting another outfit of a similiar style. Does it please your majesty?"

Empress Callista's sharp eyes scanned over the draping fabric in a couple seconds. "It will do."

Switch looked ready to melt with relief. He turned sharply on his heel toward Vorrin, eyes still wide, frantic, and slightly watery as if he had been, or barely held back from, crying.

"Then shall I, my lord?"

Vorrin felt all eyes on him, but most importantly he felt the gaze of Empress Callista. If her eyes seemed sharp overseeing his outfit, they were even more daggerish digging into his side profile. He gripped the neck of his nightclothes tightly, a humiliating squire's blush rising to his cheeks as he couldn't seem to make his hands take the action to undress.

After what felt like an eternal silence, she pushed smoothly to her feet. "I'll leave you to it. Remember, darling, one hour."

And with a swish of her braid and long cape, she was gone.

As soon as the door shut, Switch immediately collapsed.

"I thought I was going to be fired," he bawled, a few tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

"Empress Callista doesn't fire people for finding tears in clothes," Pins said.

Switch's head snapped up. "Don't act smart, you've only been here as long as I have. You didn't know what was going to happen either!"

For the first time, it occurred to Vorrin that the two servants may be as fresh to the royal scene as he was.

"How long have you been working in the palace?"

Switch hesitated a moment, always the suspicious one. Maybe he thought Vorrin wanted to berate him for the clothing mishap.

"A little under 6 months," he answered finally. "I applied for a position as soon as word came that the empress would be staying in Totholan. I traveled here with the rest of the serving caravan."

Vorrin had assumed after the kingdom's conquering that Empress Callista had sent for her regular palace staff. Those she most trusted. But it made sense that she would have left some to care for the homeland palace in her absence. Any person wishing to make it into the Empress's employ would seize the sudden surge of job availabilities. And all it took was a willingness to relocate.

"And you, Pins?"

"6 months and 10 days," he piped peevishly. "Switch was only mostly right when he said we've been here the same amount of time. I was hired on before we found out of the empress's success. So I've been in the palace just a teensy bit longer. Plus, my mum was a maid, so I was already used to palace walls."

"But the empress wasn't there when you started work," Switch said. "So it doesn't make you any more the expert."

"Why do you always need to be better at everything?" Pins said with a pout. "Why can't you just admit I have something on you?"

"Because you don't."

Before Pins could respond, Switch marched away, laying the clothes across the bed and stepping behind Vorrin to begin helping untie his white sleep clothes.

"I wouldn't have let her fire you," Vorrin said, sliding out of the sleeves and letting the soft linen fall into Switch's hands. "If that's of any comfort."

Switch paused, folding the nightclothes into a neat square before finally responding. "It is."

He retrieved the new outfit, blessedly allowing Vorrin to put the first part on himself. It was a little different from most of clothing he was given. Trousers for one. Impractical ones, but trousers nonetheless. Next was a long ruffled tunic that laced all the way up to his throat. Switch helped him with the long draping overcoat, a similar style to the wrapping robes, though this one had no waist tie and buttoned to the middle of his chest. For his bare feet was a pair of short soft boots, little thicker than slippers.

As soon as he was dressed, Pins got started brushing through his hair until it was silky.

"Which ones?" he asked, pulling a leather wrap from his bag and unfolding a display of hair ornaments. Ruby hairpins and golden chains, a net-like crown, encrusted with jewels, a gold circlet with red diamond teardrops dangling at the temples, twin clips designed to appear as sprigs of current berries, each ruby a berry on a silver branch. Vorrin chose the ruby pins. They still may have been worth more than he'd ever made in his entire career, but at least they were less gaudy than these others.

"Aw," Pins said. "I wanted to do the net and chains." Then suddenly remembering they were addressing a superior quickly added, "But the pins are lovely too!"

"You can add the chains," Vorrin sighed.

Pins perked up, plucking up the metal strings and beginning to braid them into strands of Vorrin's hair. He gathered half the hair into a bun, using the ruby pins to secure it and the gold-twined braids together.

A couple minutes later, Empress Callista pushed open the doors without a knock. She surveyed Vorrin swiftly before giving the manservants an approving nod that sent them grinning and offering her arm out to Vorrin.

"Shall we, my love?"

Vorrin gritted his teeth. Such falseness. Such lies. Such utter humiliating mockery.

He linked arms with her anyway.

If he knew one thing it was this: he couldn't win against Empress Callista with brute force. He would need another tactic. A passive one. Something that looked deceivingly like cooperation. Until the time was right to strike.

Part 3

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snnbnny · 2 years

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『••✎Now loading,,,, Hot Crossed Bun,,,, ✎••』

╰─▸ ❝ Fictitiouslover's submission for the A FAMILAR FACE IN AN UNEXPECTED PLACE, collab started by @myherokatsuki ❝

'•.¸♡ Featuring Firefighter Hanta Sero x Baker! Reader♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡ Fandom: My Hero Academia ♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡Genre: Fluff, kind of hurt/comfort but I feel as though the comfort is way more prominent, friends to lovers♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡ C/W: Fire, Fem Reader, talk of what could be considered suicidal thoughts, talk of loss and not having anything left, little inaccurate protocol/actions in duty, mentions of a sort of fast paced relationship, you two are just lil dumb goofs, strong Denki slander, hospitals, pet names (dove, mi amor, corazon, etc)♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡ A/n: Hi so, for one I love how this turned out. But this wasn't the original piece I was writing fun fact, theres a darker and way longer unfinished piece existing in my docs for this collab that will probably not see the light of day. ♡¸.•'

You couldn't believe it, there was no way...

How could this even happen? You were so careful, your small staff were always cautious and responsible. So how in the world-

The sounds of wood crackling in your ears was loud enough that you couldn't hear anything else as you lay on the blackened kitchen tile. You had made the impulsive mistake of running into the burning building to not only try and save the old cook who was supposedly stuck inside but also deep down there was a hint of hope in your heart towards saving your new establishment before any real damage was done.

But instead, here you were. Barely conscious as you lain strew across the ground in the middle of the building burning you once called your business. You couldn't really think, adrenaline staving off the pain but also most of your coherence.

You were to tired to fight, you thought. Your bakery, which was currently being destroyed by the vicious licks of uncontrol able flames, was the last thing you had. Would dying now really be oh so terrible? Who would really miss you? The only people had your staff of 5 who you've known for only about 3 months all of your family and friends were either dead or have forsaken you, and all your belongings and money were tied to the bakery. Hell even your apartment sat just above the establishment so in reality you had no home either.

What would be the point of fighting? What did you actually have to fight for?

"Fall back! Repeat fall back! The building is seconds from collapsing, Sero, fall back!" You vaguely heard the sound coming threw what sounded to be a radio which wasn't to far from you. You barely had the will to pick your head up off the floor to look around, your body shook with a coughing fit when you saw him. Half kneeling his way threw the building was someone you guessed to be a man dressed in heavy fireman clothing. The sounds of your coughs drew his once scowering attention to you, from what you could tell from the way his oxygen mask was facing.

Despite so many things which you would imagine would have made it so hard to reach you from across the blazing room, he reached you in no time- he used his strength to roll you over and look you over, "Ma'am! Ma'am?"

"You ne-" You coughed out. "You need to get outta here. 'S not safe"

You were surprised to hear a chuckle fall from his tongue and he took off his headgear in order to strip himself of the oxygen mask to place on your own soot covers face, "So do you, dove. What do you say we do it together, hm? Hold this mask tight, make sure it stays on. I'm going to get us out of here."

He didn't give you much time to examine his face but your sight was to blurry at this point anyways to make out the shapes of his features. He picked you up like it was nothing and carried you bridal style. Despite excepting death only moments ago, the mans protective and saving precense and grip on your body was so soothing to your aching soul- so soothing the the adrenaline keeping the pain away and consciousness present was fading quick, lulling you into sleep.

....

Even beeping was the first thing you were aware of, the next was the scent of hospital sterilization mixed with the faint smell of some flower arrangement and a semi-familiar musk, what actually drew you to open your eyes was the sounds of a man talking. The voice was familiar in multiple ways, not only was it the same voice as the firefighter who had saved you but also you now realized it to belong to someone you were more familiar with.

"H-Hanta?" Your voice was hoarse, throat dry and unused. Your eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to the bright hospital lights before you were able to look around searching for the man. It didn't take long, the lanky man was sitting at your bedside staring at you with happiness.

"Buenos tardes corazón," His wide lopsided smile warmed your aching heart. He reached a large hand towards you, brushing your messy hair behind your ear before gently cupping your cheek. His palm was calloused but warm and soothing.

"Hi," You coughed triggering him to spring into action. He grabbed a cup which held some water and held it to your mouth allowing you to drink some in order to alleviate the irritation in your throat.

"There you go, dove," His voice was a gentle crackle, gently guiding you. "How are you feeling?"

"Better then I look, probably- god," The two of you chuckled. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I had to make sure the best baker in the tri-state-area was recovering well, that and all the guys back at the firehouse are worried half to death about you." He was dressed in a jacket from his fire station and a white v-neck, you couldn't help but check him out which prompted him to sit back suavely. "Like what you see?"

You snorted, "Thank you Hanta."

"For what?"

"You could have died in there, but you still looked for me- still saved me," sadness bubbled to your chest.

"Of course, I couldn't just let you get out of our date like that," he joked, you could see the sincerity in his dark eyes.

"Oh my god, our date!" It hadn't crossed your mind but the fire was only hours before your date with the firefighter. "Couldn't my bakery have chosen another day to burst into flames!"

He shook his head as he laughed, "I know right, it took me so long to get you to say yes."

"It's not exactly good to date your loyal customers," you rolled your eyes.

"Pshhhh, says who?"

"Most HR professionals."

"Behh, that's a suggestion not a rule. Firefighters aren't technically supposed to date their housemates but that doesn't stop'em. Hell, Kirishima and Bakugou are fricken engaged!"

"Engaged?!" You mouth fell agape at the news.

"Shit," he slapped his hand over his mouth. "I wasn't supposed to tell you."

"When the hell did this happen?! Excuse me-"

"At your bakery fire," he whispered. "You scared the shit out of all of us, finally pushed out favorite blonde captain to propose."

"Ugh, I can't believe I missed it. Kaminari owes me 20 bucks."

The black haired man snorted, "Me to. Can't believe he thought they'd break up, like I know he's a little dumb but that is the dumbest thing he's ever fucking done."

"Hanta, he's stuck a fork in an outlet on a dare." You reminisced.

"My argument still holds," Sero shrugged making you giggle.

"Fair enough..." Something else was on you mind and your companion knew it.

"What's the matter, corazon?" He scooched closer and took your closest hand (which was the one not filled with tubes) into his.

"The bakery..." You chocked out, scared of the knowledge he held on the subject.

"It's gone, I'm sorry but the whole place collapsed. Your apartment too. We did our best but-" you sobbed making him hesitate. "I'm so sorry Y/N... Good news is they caught who did it."

"What do you mean, it was-"

"It wasn't an accident, amor. It was arson, they won't tell anyone much else but someone had intentionally set the fire," there was anger in his tone when he said this. Not towards you but more so towards the offender.

"God-" you sighed. "What am I going to do Hanta?"

"Well, between the insurance and I'm sure the compensation you will get from this arsonist you'll be able-" he began.

"Not about the money, Hanta," You we on the brink of crying. "Everything I had, my home and my business and all of my belongings, are gone and unrecoverable. I don't- I don't have anywhere to go, nothing to my name except a bank account and a future payout."

He took a moment to think over your dense words, "You do have somewhere you could stay."

"Like where, Sero-"

"Stay with me," he said cautiously. "It gets lonely in my big apartment all by myself, I was already considering getting a roommate. And there's no one else I would rather live with- NOT LIKE THAT! Well kinda like that. I have a spare bedroom you can make your own if you wish, or you could stay in my room."

He was flushed bright pink, you were to probably. But you nodded, "O-okay."

"Okay?" Hanta perked up, looking up bashfully.

"Yeah, I'd like that. I mean what other option do I have- ow ow ok yeah, if your serious I would love to live with you Hanta Sero." He pinched you when you tried to joke, making you chuckle more, but your agreement was genuine.

He held your hand tight, giving it a squeeze and a kiss before saying, "Good."

"...You know what's funny?" You asked after a moment of tender silence, he gave you an inquisitive look waiting for you to continue. "We haven't even gotten to have our first date, yet we're moving in together."

He snickered, a smirk pulling on his thin lips, "Yeah well, we would be well into our relationship if you didn't play hard to get."

"Wow, playing hard to get? Youuu we're being a tease, giving me mixed signals- Plus! Half the time you were supposedly flirting with me you were sleeping with other chicks!"

"Says who?!"

"...Denki-"

"Man, haven't you learned to take anything he says with a grain of salt. Yeah I slept with like, one person maybe but I was trying to get over you since you seemed so uninterested."

"Yeah well, I wasn't. I thought you were a flirty lil player... Might have let myself be sueded by my fears..."

"We've known each other for how long mi corazon, don't you know I'm not that kind of firefighter?"

"That kind of firefighter-?"

"75% of us are whores."

"Like Denki?"

"Yup," you both shared a hearty laugh. It was then that who you assumed to be your doctor walked in. She was someone you knew vaguely, her name was Tsuyu Asui.

"Hey there, your awake!" She croaked out, checking what you assumed to be your chart. "You've been out for a couple days, so I want to do some tests to make sure everything's working right- If you could go wait outside Mr.Sero-"

"No! I want him to stay," you held onto him tighter as he went to stand. Your sudden outburst even caught you off guard so you corrected yourself, "If thats okay with you both..."

"Whatever you need, corazon..." Hanta sat back down in the uncomfortable looking chair which barely held his long but muscular body.

"As long as he doesn't get in the way, I guess it's alright."

...

You had to stay overnight for observation but you were supposedly fine. It was later in the afternoon- teetering on night in fact- and your were snuggled into Hanta's strong chest as he laid beside you in the semi-upright position the bed was place in. He had promised to stay all night after you had asked him to stay with you during the exam.

"Remember when I first started coming to the firehouse?" You whispered, not bothering to pick your head off of his peck.

"Yeah, of course I do. That was- what- 3 or 4 years ago?" He responded, as you had thought Hanta wasn't actually paying attention to the telenovela playing on the small hospital tv.

"Yeah, after you got me out of that tree," He snorted at the memory as your face flushed in embarrassment.

"You didn't climb a tree, but you were so determined to save that cat that was just chilling. You were always so adorable," he hummed out.

"Yeah well," You explained. "that's not the point, love. What I was trying to say is that if that didn't happen then I wouldn't have you in my life nor would I have had even the inclination to open my own bakery... You guy's support in that time was so crucial, it's part of the reason I kept showing up until it was expected."

There was a momentary pause before he spoke up, "I think about that sometimes, too. I think about how pretty you looked even after clinging to branches for 20 minutes. About every time you would show up with food and baked goods and would graciously feed us all, each time my heart would do a flip. I had such a big fat crush on you, since the very start."

"No way-"

"Sorry does that weird you out-"

"What- no no no no no-! I did to, I mean I had a crush on you from the start- Why do you think I kept coming around originally?"

You picked your head up and exchanged some prolonged eye contact before bursting into laughter.

"We're so dumbbbbb," He wheezed out. The rumble of his chest shaking you softly.

"Like so dumb, it took us like 4 years to admit that we loved each other," you said softly.

"Love? Who said anything about love?" He laughed and you pinched him. "Yeah, I've loved you since the tree."

He didn't give you a chance to say anything before he pulled you close enough to place a soft kiss on your chapped lips, his movements were as soft as his skin as he took a moment to gently kiss you until he reluctantly pulled you back so the two of you could breathe.

"Took us long enough," He sighed.

"Yeah," You sighed blissfully.

"Mi amor," He didn't say the term of endearment to get your attention or anything, but to highlight his affection for you.

You returned the love with, "my hot crossed bun."

"Excuse me?" Hanta laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling faintly.

"What, they're tasty! And the hot part counts for you being hot and a firefighter, while the crossed part is like 'star cross lovers'," You elaborated.

"You're such a nerd," He shook his head before kissing you again letting the action play out longer then before.

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web-spinning · 2 years

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Mercs with an s/o who's an angel? if not all of them, then just sniper is fine. :"D

A / N- This one was tough. I had a hard time imagining how it would work, but then I remembered that Merasmus exists, and my day was easier :b Made this as headcanons, hope you like it.

P.S- This is the last request I had this week, and they're still open.

TW. light smoking mention.

Scout

- he already thinks he's a gift to humanity, so being with an angel? That bursts his ego up even further,

- he makes jokes about it. Very cheesy kind of jokes,

- " Hey, did you fall from Heaven? 'Cause you look like an angel"

" Scout, we talked about this ",

- however, he is still very happy to have you around, it makes him feel special,

- asks you about the afterlife, but will understand if it makes you uncomfortable,

Soldier

- he doesn't mind. I mean, he already had a wizard roommate,

- but he's very jealous of your wings, he wants ones too,

- when he's feeling down, you use some extra strength to give him a short fly in your arms. It's usually short, because he's not the smallest, but it's worth it every time,

Pyro

- in their Pyrovision, they would see you as an angel anyway, so doesn't change much for them,

- still, they will do everything to not accidentally set your wings on fire,

- due to your supernatural setting, you're one of the few people that can actually understand them,

- this firebug ain't afraid of anything, but is still very anxious to ask about your " powers ", in fact they don't even know if you have any,

Demoman

- when he first saw you, he genuinely thought his liver stopped working and he died,

- but other than that little accident, Tavish is a sweetheart,

- he is a bit overprotective, and will make sure you don't get into the mercenary business,

- let's just hope you don't want to meet his mother,

- " momma always told ya there's an angel watchin' over ya ",

- Eyelander likes you too,

Heavy

- Mikhail might seem tough outside, but is actually pretty worned up from all the fights,

- you are like his last hope. Much like Scout, the fact that he got a literal angel in love with him makes him feel special,

- he spends most of his free time making up angel related pet names,

Engineer

- get ready to help him with his projects,

- he needs to know how his teleporters affect supernatural beings ( he wants to know if you will or won't have tumors ),

- other than that, Dell will gladly use his handiness to help you with everyday things that seem easy for humans,

- after hard day at work, he gladly flops into the embrace of your wings and refuses to move from there,

Medic

- let's just hope you don't being experimented on...in the name of science!

- seriously, he is very, very curious about the whole angel thing, and he wants to know how exactly it works,

- you're the only person that actually is capable to remember all of his dove's names,

- he will compare you to said doves, especially the wings,

Sniper

- this man feels miserable for you. Really, you are a cosmic being, and he lives in a van,

- but with some reassurance, he understands that you really don't regret being with him,

- much like Engie, he will flop into your wings after a hard day,

- the difference being he loves touching them, they're very fluffy,

- he will run his hands through them to calm down,

Spy

- he loves to compare you to historical art of angels, in fact he would even commission one piece just for you,

- he trusts you with his real identity, more than he would trust another human,

- maybe secretly tries not to smoke as much around you, to not " ruin your purity ",

- if a feather falls from your wing, he will keep it in his Spytron.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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The Brits Dilemma

” Prompt: Harry & Y/N go to the Brits. It’s the first time they’ve been away from their baby. Y/N is struggling but doesn’t want to ruin the night for her husband.

Word Count: 1.8 k +

Warnings: Depictions of breastfeeding

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The award show was going well. It was the first time Y/N had been out in nearly three months besides a few brunch dates and grocery shopping.

Usually, she was pretty confident in what she wore to accompany her husband to all of these flashy events - but not tonight.

Her bump had deflated but she was still attempting to get rid of the stubborn pouch that stayed after the baby had been born. It wasn’t anything out of the norm - just still trying to lose it.

She was breastfeeding and her breasts were much larger than before. They felt heavy and too big for her body. Not to mention, they were constantly swollen and achey. Pads were a must so she doesn’t leak through the tight satin black dress.

The dress was a beautiful custom design by Gucci that complimented Harry’s sharp suit but nothing felt right. It was digging into her sides and made it hard for her to sit on her chair.

The Brits were held in the O2 Arena which wasn’t very far from their London home but she felt like she was lightyears away from her baby. Even though she knew Sasha was in good hands with Anne.

Y/N was so proud of Harry for being up for five - yes, five different awards. It was a record for him and she didn’t want to let him down by complaining. It was his night. He’s been such a devote father - he deserved a break too.

So she swallowed down the anxiety she was feeling about being away from their little newborn for the night along with her worries about her changing body.

There was milling about between the tables before the show got started. Harry had people coming up him constantly - congratulating him on the album, the nominations, the baby.

Married life and fatherhood suited him well. A dazzling wedding band on his left ring finger, a necklace with an S for his daughter, along with her name freshly inked on right above his butterfly tattoo.

The open jacket he wore with is his barely buttoned dress shirt displayed it proudly. It was beautiful, done delicately in a timeless cursive. The font match his wife name that was tattooed on his hand.

He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t excited to have a night out with his wife. He had Jeff booked a hotel for the night to have some alone time with you while his mum got to enjoy a night with her only grandchild.

Y/N was counting down the hours up until tomorrow when she could go home to see her baby. She should really tell Harry that she wants to go home and not out to a club and the hotel.

But the it just slowly starts to deteriorate further when a bald, plump business exec comes to greet the two of you. He gives his warm wishes about the birth of your child before smiling at Y/N and stating, “The baby weight will come off soon enough.”

Her throat closes up a bit and she self-consciously tries to push her chair closer to the table. It was the last thing that she needed to hear. Confirming all of her worst insecurities.

Harry glares at the man before turning to his wife, “Hey, you look s’perfect, my love. I’m so bloody lucky you’re mine.”

He’s truly trying his hardest to bring a smile to her face but he notices it’s never quite meeting her eyes.

It get even worse when Harry gets his first award, male solo artist of the year.

As she’s standing and clapping for him - she realizes she’s beginning to leak through her nipple inserts.

Y/N excuses herself in the middle of his acceptance speech to rush through the string of tables - out into the corridor. The last thing she wanted to do was for it to show up on a very expensive dress.

The echo of his voice can still be heard, “Love to thank my beautiful wife who makes writing sappy love songs easy and was the main inspiration for my recent album. She also just gave birth to our beautiful baby.....”

She feels awful when she tunes him out, finding the bathroom and hurriedly rushing in. There’s a gorgeous woman standing at the sink, washing their hands.

Fucking Taylor Swift.

Any other time it’d be awkward and uncomfortable - running into an ex who wrote multiple songs about her husband.

But she couldn’t careless right now, “Hi, erm, this is really weird but could you unzip my dress? I’m leaking and - shit that was way too much information.”

But Taylor smiles kindly, “No! It’s okay, totally. No worries. Congratulations on your baby - you look so hot tonight.”

Y/N laughs and thanks her for unzipping the dress before going into a stall and locking the door. She slides her bra straps off her shoulders and disposes of the soaked pad in the sanitary bin.

Luckily, she has a clean burp rag that she gently swipes at her breast - wincing as it brushes against her swollen nipples. Even the soft fabric felt too rough on them.

It’s a minute or two before the bathroom door swings open, “Y/N? Lovie? Are you in ‘ere?”

She feels guilt at the panic in his voice. Managing to croak out, “I’m in here,” before leaning forward to unlock the door.

Harry waste no time in sliding into the stall before latching the lock again. Taking in the sight of his wife in front of him.

“I-I started leaking, M’sorry,” Y/N whispers, she has no reason to feel embarrassed but she is. “I missed your speech.”

“None of that, baby. I’ll give more speeches for you to hear - I only care that you’re okay. I’m sorry y’leakin, lemme help you, pet.”

In true Harry fashion, he takes the rag and turns on the sink - running it under warm water before carefully cleaning his wife up.

“Are they botherin’ you? They look irritated and super swollen, darling,” Harry frowns, a very gentle thumb coming to brush against her nipple. Then cupping her swollen breast in his hand, thumb rubbing at the pink skin.

“Just a little bit,” She lies, they’re absolutely on fire with chafing and skin irritation from the bra she’s wearing. She never thought she’d miss her nursing bras and sports bras this much.

He nods and helps place new inserts in her bra. Who’d think this is what Harry would be doing between accepting awards. Everyone unassuming in the arena.

Harry has been four for four thus far into the ceremony. They’d only had him go up and give two acceptance speeches. His hand firmly planted on his wife’s thigh throughout.

When he went up for his second award, the camera zooms in and the crowd coos are he plants a kiss on his wife’s lips before pulling her into a hug - whispering something into her ear the audience can’t hear.

He was much more focused on his wife. He could read her fairly well - he’d like to think. Enough to know she’s having much fun. But he didn’t want to bring it up and make her feel bad.

Harry sees the way she keeps adjusting her bra, fidgets with his rings when his hands in his lap, and not even really looking up while one of her favorite artist - Dua Lipa -performs.

Y/N loved a good party before the baby. So Harry was hoping going to the Brits afterparty would make her feel better and then going back to their hotel room for a some alone time.

Y/N has been increasingly quiet when they’re exiting the arena after the final award artist of the year - which Harry had also won.

He was on cloud nine and admittedly a little distracted as he joked and laughed with a small group of friends on the way out.

“Alright, should we all just pile into a cab for the ride to the party?” Nick Grimshaw asks everyone.

Everyone is in agreement - including Harry -as he calls to order one - standing in the blocked off area away from fans and paparazzi.

Y/N wants to tell him she wants to go home to Sasha but when she hears him say, “Can’t wait to get to Exhibit - haven’t been there in forever. One of my favorite clubs.”

She bites her tongue. Harry is enjoying his night out - why can’t she?

In the taxi, she’s sat on Harry’s lap as they make their way to the club. His one hand is on her inner thigh and the other is on her waist holding her steady.

In the morning, she’ll blame her post-partum hormones and anxiety. But she doesn’t even realizing her eyes are filling with tears and when she blinks they spill down her face.

She wouldn’t feel as embarrassed if she wasn’t in the car full of literal celebrities who are filled with adrenaline and excitement. Chattering and drinking from little liquor bottles they’d snuck in their jackets and clutches.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Rita Ora asks from her seat - noticing the streaks ruining your makeup.

She nods pathetically, wiping at her eyes but Harry is turning her to face him. His bright green eyes filled with concern as he studies her face.

The previously very obnoxiously loud cab becomes silent as they try to give the couple a semblance of non-existent privacy.

“What’s happening, dove? Are you hurting?” Harry panics, coming to wipe the smeared makeup away.

“I don’t want to go to the club,” Y/N sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut at how embarrassed she is of her behavior. She would usually never act this way - especially in public. And Harry knows that so it makes him even more concerned.

“That’s okay, pet. We can go have a night in, when the cab stops - we can uber back to the hotel,” Harry soothes, surprised when that brings on fresh tears.

“N-no, I want to go home. I miss the baby, I want to- need to see our baby. I-I can’t do this. My anxiety is through the roof, Harry. What if she can’t sleep? Or isn’t taking the bottle?”

“Baby, breathe, breathe. We can go home. I miss the bub terribly too. Have been worried about her all night.”

Harry tugs his wife into his chest further - tucking her head into his neck as he shoots his friends grateful looks. They all nod, sympathetic and understanding - despite them not having kids of their own.

“I ruined your night,” Y/N says softly in the back of the uber home. “I leaked during the show; cried in front of all your friends.”

Harry takes her chin gentle but firm until she meets his gaze, “You didn’t ruin anything f’me. All I care about is you and the baby - not some stupid award ceremony or party.”

He continues on, “You just gave us Sasha three months ago - y’bloody amazing. Best mum, best wife. Sexiest too - know you don’t think that right now but your body literally grew my baby. I get a hard-on everytime I see you.”

They both laugh, Y/N leaning forward to capture her husbands lips in a meaningful kiss of gratitude and thanks.

Anne smiles kindly when the two of them arrive home. A very fussy, red-faced swaddled baby coddled in her arms.

“She hasn’t settled for quite a while now - she missed her parents very much,” Harry’s mum tells them, transferring her into her father’s arms. He’s automatically rocking and running his thumb over her cheek.

“Ooh, we missed you. Was Nana nice to you?” Harry coos. Sasha has already quieted and is blinking tearfully up at her smiling father.

“Such a good girl, best girl,” Y/N sighs, leaning in to kiss her downy hair. Harry’s hand coming to wrap around his wife’s waist as they peer down at their perfect little daughter.

Anne smiles at his son and daughter-in-law fawning over their little creation with so much love and adoration.

After a minute of chatting -Harry’s mum makes her way up to the guest room after a long night with a miserable baby. They make their way to their room where Y/N strips out of her tight dress and awful bra.

She sits against the headboard in just a pair of soft cotton panties. Harry is gently shushing her and humming a melody as his wife gets situated. He knew she was anxious to feed the baby.

“That’s it my sweet thing. Y’missed us, hm? We missed you too, bub. Nana said y’wouldn’t take the bottle. Only want your mumma, hmm?” Harry coos, kissing her chubby cheeks.

He’s then giving Y/N the baby, who ferociously latching within seconds and begins eating like she’d been starved for the last week. Making weak little rumbles as she does so.

They both giggle fondly, Y/Ns fingers come to touch her fluttering cheek - memorizing her over and over again.

Harry gets onto the bed and settles next to the both of them. Watching his baby feed in amazement at what his wife was capable of. He smears a few kisses against her bare shoulder - hand on his baby’s back.

How strong she was - as he knew it had to be at least a little bit painful with how irritated her nipples had been. He can tell when she winces every once in a while.

He plants a few more kisses to her warm skin - noticing her eyes getting a bit droopy as Sasha feeds at a slow, suckling pace.

“If I’m being honest, being with you - watching you feed our baby...I’d rather be here than at any club.”

Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes, “Sure.”

Her husband frowns, “M’serious, this is all I need, baby.”

“I love you, congratulation on all your Brits,” Y/N murmurs, pecking at his lips.

“I love you too. I meant it, during my speeches. I wouldn’t have been able to write those songs if you hadn’t inspired me. You’ll and the bab will always be the best muse.”

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pairing: kazuha x fem!reader

themes: SFW, hurt/comfort, reader is from Snezhnaya, jealousy, Thoma makes an appearance (!)

synopsis: you leave liyue after years of trying to make a life for yourself there. it failed. now, you work on the crux, and alongside is a mysterious boy who always seems to be writing and who claims being alone is better anyways.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, trauma dumping, pet names, Tomo briefly mentioned, lumine makes an appearance, minor spoilers for labyrinth quest, NOT PROOFREAD

notes: my love for kazuha bends time and space. saving for him after i get xiao. i love how we, as a fandom, decided kazuha calls us "my dove". i also still have covid. fuck my life. side note, in case you don't get it already, i'm in love with kaedehara kazuha. like seriously in love. please enjoy this fic. i worked really hard on it. it's kinda long but drabbles are not my thing. anything i write will usually be long. leave any requests if you so choose.

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Past Liyue harbor and amongst the seas, a ship, so vast in size, makes its perilous journey back from Inazuma for the umpteenth time. Admiration fills you as you see Captain Beidou atop the ship, instructing her crew with such poise and maturity. How you longed to be upon the ship, away from this place.

Many years you have been trapped in Liyue after escaping the Tsaritsa's grasp. Her dictator ways matched those of the Raiden Shogun, but seemingly worse, because unlike the people of Inazuma, who reject the Shogun's ways (well, some of them), the people of Snezhnaya were under the Tsaritsa's spell, worshipping her every move. The next boat out before you could be stopped was to Liyue, so, leaving behind your estranged family, you travelled to the land of geo. It wasn't bad by any means (though the archon himself dying was a bit traumatic), but it wasn't home. It was a constant struggle to find work as a foreigner, even after living here for years, and to put it bluntly, you were lonely. Not that you didn't like being alone, the thought of someone weighing you down was alien to you, and you preferred your own thoughts. However, a friend would be nice, at least temporarily. You decided if you were going to be alone, you would make the most of it and travel.

This is the day you ask Captain Beidou to work aboard the Crux, until you can quietly escape the ship when it lands somewhere of value to you. You made a list of rules for working on the ship: stay quiet and keep a low profile. If you want to slip out unnoticed, you had to keep to yourself.

The boat finally reaches the dock, the waves around it growing larger as strong people file off the ship, carrying heavy boxes in and out. Swallowing hard and gripping your vision for luck, you march on over to the captain herself.

"And you!" She yells out to the muscular man carrying wooden crates on each hand, each one looking as if they were about to topple over. "Watch out!" She grabs one of the boxes with seemingly no force before it reaches the floor. You wince at just how close the crate was from reaching it's demise. Beidou sighs, handing the crate back to the crew member.

"Sorry, Captain." He says shamefully, looking down.

"It's okay!" She laughs, catching you off guard. What a care-free boss she was, how lucky the crew of the Crux were to be among her. "Just please be more careful."

With a smile, the man continued carrying the crates off the ship.

"Ah." Beidou sighs into the air, taking a swig of whatever drink was in her cup. This was your cue, it was now or never, before she leaves once again.

"Captain Beidou," You announce, a slight tremble in your walk.

Her eyes dart to you, stopping you slightly in your tracks. "It is I." She smiled, holding her cup up. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"My name is Y/N, an aspiring wanderer. " You continue, ignoring your bodies anxieties. "I would like to work aboard your ship." You surprised even yourself with how confident you sounded. You had to be if you wanted to get in the Captain's good graces.

"An aspiring wanderer, eh? We already got one of those. Why don't you stay in Liyue kid, the sea is no joke." She warns, leaning against the edge of the boat.

"Captain." You pushed yourself to speak, not taking no for an answer. "Please. You don't understand. I'm unhappy here, I hate my life. I have no friends or family." You pour your frustrations out onto the poor Captain, hoping the honest truth would get you aboard. "I don't belong in this mundane life, I am a good and honest worker, and can be of great help to the Crux." Your breathing becomes heavy as you finish your sentiment, a little too afraid to look at the reaction on Beidou's face.

Contracting thoughts twisted Beidou's face, wondering what to do in this situation. On one hand, she understood where you were coming from, but putting another person in danger out on the sea made her feel uneasy. "Okay kid," She finally responded, coming to a conclusion. "You can come."

A sigh of relief visibly fell from your lips as you clasped your hands in front of you in thanks. "Thank you so much, Captain."

"N-No need for all that," She awkwardly laughed, clearly not that great at taking praise. "Just grab your stuff and climb aboard. We'll be leaving back for Inazuma tonight."

You didn't have many things except two changes of clothes and limited mora you got from working odd jobs throughout Liyue, so you made it to the ship with plenty of time to spare before departing once again.

"Sorry, but there's not a lot of space in the upstairs cabins." The woman named Huixing said, leading you to the bottom of the ship. There was a small bed along with a tiny nightstand and chair, accompanied by a candle. "You'll be down here."

"It's okay." You smiled, grateful there was even a bed at all. You were actually pretty excited to have your own room, it's easier to stick to yourself and not get close to anyone. "I prefer this anyway, being alone."

Huixing lifted an eyebrow. "Alone? Who said you would be alone?"

"Ah-" Your mind started to panic, but quickly you took a deep breath, not wanting to seem weak already. "I just assumed, because there is only one bed down here." You point out.

"Yeah..." Huixing drew her breath out. "Actually, we're a little crowded, so-"

"Huixing?" A voice behind lingered, startling you. You jump, looking behind you as a man came down the latter. "What are you doing down here?"

Platinum hair blinded your vision as the man jumped down, a small thud escaping the floor boards. He looked different to the other crew members, he didn't seem as strong, nor as tall, but he stood with such grace and confidence, you were simply in awe at the man.

"Kazuha." Huixing smiles. "Sorry, I meant to find you earlier, but you seem to disappear into thin air whenever I need you." She sighs, bringing a hand to her furrowed brow in annoyance.

"Sorry," He mumbled sheepishly, his eyes now wandering to you. "I assume you had to find me because of her?" He asks, cocking his head to the side.

Crimson was the only way to describe his bright eyes, and getting lost in them was so easy, you forgot to talk.

"Yes!" Huixing beams. "This is Y/N, a new member of the Crux Fleet and your new roommate."

"Huh?!" Your eyes snap out of its mesmerized daze and back into reality. You were about to share this tiny room with this guy?! Did you hear her right? You hear the man, Kazuha, you assume, chuckle at your slight exaggeration.

"That's what I was trying to tell you!" Huixing groaned. "You're not alone, you're sharing this room."

Right...

"Well, the Captain needs help with unloading a few more boxes." Huixing starts climbing back up the latter. "No need to come up and help, Y/N. Just get settled and then meet us up for dinner."

"Wait, Huixing-" But like magic, she was gone, already scurrying out the door. you silently groan to yourself. Your perfect situation ruined. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath in at what just happened. In opening them, you're met with the man, Kazuha, once more.

He paid almost no mind to you as he sat on the small chair in front of the desk, gathering a quill and ink along with some parchment. You watched as he gently dipped the quill in some ink, leaving heavy strokes on the parchment.

Uncomfortable and unsure of what to do, you slowly bring yourself to the bed, reaching for the thin blanket. It was rough and a little stained. When's the last time it was washed? You eyes wander to the pillow. There was one. Great.

For what seemed like an eternity, you had to break this silence as it might kill you otherwise. "I-I'm sorry I invaded your space." You stutter softly, a blush appearing on your cheeks. "When Huixing told me there was no space, I didn't realize it was this tight." You admitted. Your words did not interrupt the flow of his writing.

"It's no trouble." He spoke, his gaze not leaving the paper. "The Captain told me this may be a possibility in the future."

His non-chalantness struck you wrong. The least he could do was look at you! You two are meant to be roommates after all.

No, you convince yourself. This is actually for the best. If you were to have a roommate, the least they could do was not talk to you.

"Well then, since it is I who is in the way, I can take the floor." You offer up. You didn't really feel like fighting over who takes the bed, plus, it looks just as uncomfortable as the floor.

"We will take turns, it's only fair." Kazuha sets his quill down, finally making the time to look at you. "Apologies for acting rude, but I had to write before my inspiration went away."

You stare at him questionably. What a strange man.

"Do you wish to tell me your name? If not, I understand." The way he spoke was like he was reciting poetry in a bookstore. It was flowery and gentle, unlike anything you've heard before.

"My name is Y/N." You finally answer.

"Y/N." He tested out. "Lovely name."

"Thank you..." You shifted awkwardly. You have talked more on the Crux this one day than all your days in Liyue, and to be honest, these simple conversations were draining you out already.

Kazuha chuckles at your demeanor shift. "You're tired. I can tell. Please, take the bed."

"I feel bad." You admit, shuffling your feet nervously. "This is your room."

"No, I am simply borrowing it. It is just as much yours as mine, please." He insists. "I will not be sleeping anytime soon anyways, so how about this? If you wake up before I decide to sleep, I will take the bed. Would that make you feel better?"

It was at this moment you decided you had nothing to worry about. He was a good guy, you could tell. After all, he was trying to make a stranger feel better, which is nicer than at least 90 percent of people you've ever met.

You nodded, unable to form words anymore due to your depleting energy.

"Excellent." He smiled warmly at you, grabbing the ladder. "I will meet you later." And with that, you lied down, drifting off.

Kazuha has never felt he had to stay in one place, actually, he would hate if he felt he had to stay in one place. After the death of Tomo, he has never formed such a bond again. His relationship with Captain Beidou was probably the closest he thought he would get to his and Tomo's bond, but Kazuha's heart has embraced change the last two weeks, and he wondered if the cause was an outside source.

You two did not speak often, but living in such close quarters with one another did force you to learn some new things about each other. Kazuha, to your surprise, hated mornings. It seemed he would rather fade into oblivion than wake up before 10 AM. You were not a morning person yourself, but you couldn't help but chuckle at the groan Kazuha let out each time Beidou yelled at your names to come help the crew. Also, Kazuha's flowery nature was not an act. It honestly shocked you that his little persona was real, because who in their right mind talks so gently and acts so generously all the time. It exhausted you just watching him.

Kazuha often leant you the bed even on his days, claiming the "floor is better for his back". You didn't believe him, but it was easier to just accept than to argue, because truthfully, you'd never win against him. He was stubborn, you learned that as well.

"I think being alone is what I need in life." Kazuha said one night during one of your many late night talks. "I feel better alone." No one left to lose if you're alone.

Kazuha also learned a little about you, about the fall of your family due to differences of the Tsaritsa's teachings, and how living in Liyue felt like a chore. He nodded understandingly as you spoke of freedom, the anemo vision you possessed shining slightly as you did. Kazuha smiled warmly to himself, knowing your morals aligned with his.

It took some time before he spoke of the fall of the Kaedehara clan and Tomo. He didn't say much, but you didn't need him to. The hurt in his voice told you everything.

Climbing down from the ladder at an atrocious time, you were startled to see Kazuha still awake, your room lit by a tiny candle as he wrote away on a piece of parchment. It seems your arrival did not startle him though, as he did not even look up at you. He was lost in thought as he scribbled violently.

Not wanting to disturb him, you gently set your boots to the side, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Kazuha moves as fast as the wind when he is on the go, so it's rare you see him sitting. Your eyes move to him unintentionally. The candle light shining on his soft face made him look almost unreal. You always thought Kazuha was extremely good looking, the way his white hair fell perfectly on his glowing eyes was almost like he was a portrait. The small red streak that went down his head complimented the permanent blush on his cheeks that wore itself so well against his pale skin. You felt a pang in your heart as you stared at the man whom you've grown so infatuated with the past few weeks.

The clearing of his throat broke your trance. "Sorry." You mumble. "Did I mess up your thoughts?" You look at him apologetically.

"On the contrary," He said, smiling at you. "I just finished. What's got you up so late?"

You bite your lower lip nervously. You swore to yourself you would tell no one of your plan of slipping away, but you broke your number one rule and got close to someone. Someone you maybe have developed feelings for.

Could you really admit to Kazuha you were on the dock deliberating if you were ready to leave him? Does he deserve to know? Does he even care?

"We land in Inazuma tomorrow." You finally say.

Kazuha nodded. "That we do. Is it your first time?"

"Yes. I've only ever been to Snezhnaya and Liyue."

"Are you nervous?"

The only thing you were nervous about was liking Inazuma so much, you'd want to stay. Though you were reentering a world you tried so hard to escape in Snezhnaya, the stories told by the people of Liyue indicated Inazuma was rebuilding after the awful vision hunt decree, and that is was a much better place. A place one would even like to stay at.

"A little bit." You answer.

Kazuha frowned slightly at the way you hung your head as you sat on the edge of the bed. Something was definitely wrong. He did not wish to push you anymore and scare you away, but he wanted you to talk to him. Why did he want you to talk to him? "It's normal to feel that way."

You nod slowly, not making eye contact. Why did this make you so emotional? Isn't this what you wanted? A fresh start in a new place? You knew the Crux would be temporary, but you never thought you'd grow to like it as much as you did. "I know." You croak out.

You gasp at the sudden force pushed upon you as Kazuha gently laid you on his shoulder. When did he even move next to you? Your breathing hitches as you feel warmth radiate off his body and onto your face. You've never actually touched Kazuha before.

"You don't need to tell me what's wrong." Kazuha explains, gently taking your hand into his. "Though I have a feeling, I shall not push, my dove." Kazuha swallows as he slowly entangles his hand into yours, waiting to see if you'd push away.

You didn't.

He clamps his hand shut, tightening his fingers around, causing a massive blush to run across your cheeks. Is this what was missing in Liyue? Not a sense of adventure, but a genuine connection? Between the sudden affection and the nickname, you almost exploded.

Until you remember what he said late that night.

How being alone made him feel better.

You wanted to cry, of course Kazuha didn't want you.

The warmth of his hands brought your touched-deprived self great comfort, as you unintentionally snuggled in closer to him. You stared at the way his hand wrapped around yours, a tear trickling down your face.

"Kazuha?"

"Hm?"

"I don't want to be alone anymore." You admit quietly.

Silence from Kazuha's end. All he wanted to do was bury you in a hug and keep you safe from the awfulness of the world. The last few weeks have been challenging for him as he battled these new feelings that arose because of you. Every conversation you two had made him fall for you slightly more. But he knew better. He knew you wanted a start somewhere else, and he knew he could not give that to you. Selfishly, he decided he was no good for you.

Tears fall harder when you don't hear a reply. You knew he understood you meant him, that you don't want to be alone anymore because of him, and he said nothing.

"Can I sleep up here with you?" Words muttered quietly after a few minutes of your choked sobs filling the room. You lift your head slightly to meet Kazuha's gaze, confused at what you just heard.

"But-"

"Please?" He tried again.

You sniffle, nodding your head. You couldn't say no to him, even though you knew it would hurt to never feel him next to you again.

Kazuha gently lies down on the pillow, laying you right on his chest. You hear his heartbeat as he strokes your hair gently. You don't even realize you're drifting off until your eye lids completely shut.

"My dove, I don't want to be alone either. But if I lose you, I'm afraid I'll break."

"Lumine?" Your head snaps to the side at the sound of Kazuha's voice. Lumine?

"Kazuha!" A high-pitched, cheerful voice calls out. Your eyes blink a few times at the flying fairy calling out to Kazuha. Next to her, a mysterious blonde, who is also waving to him cheerfully. "long time no see!" The fairy says, a beaming smile spread across her face.

"How goes the great adventurer? What are you doing back here?" Kazuha smiles. You swear you've never seen him smile so big before. Who was this girl?

"I just came back from defeating this weird labyrinth that was occupying Inazuma." The girl explained.

"Yeah, it was pretty odd, but we made a new friend! He's made of paper!" The fairy exclaims as the blonde girl, Lumine, groans.

"Paimon, you always word things super weirdly."

"So?! That's what happened!" She yelled back, causing Kazuha to chuckle over their debocal.

Feeling the pit in your stomach grow as you watch the three converse, you almost didn't hear Beidou calling your name outside the boat. You look down as she waves at you to come to her. You decide anything is better than watching Kazuha laugh it up with Lumine. Frowning to yourself, you drag your feet down the dock to Beidou.

Was she why Kazuha says he'd be better alone? Was he lying to you just to make you feel better? This whole time, was there another girl?

You reach Beidou, completely oblivious to the blond right next to her. "Y/N, meet my friend Thoma." She smiles.

You look up to the one of the most handsome men you've ever seen. He was tall, clearly toned, and had bright green eyes that reminded you of emeralds. You became clearly flustered, unable to speak.

"It's great to meet you, Y/N! I understand this is your first time in Inazuma, mind if I show you around?" Thoma was cheerful when he spoke, completely opposite of Kazuha who was gentle and soft.

"S-Show me around?" You finally spoke. Of course a stuttering mess had to come out. You became giddy at the thought of exploring new territory, until the shadow of your boss came into view. "Oh, I actually have work to do-"

"Nonsense." Beidou slapped your shoulder, a little too hard, laughing. "If Thoma requests to take you, I cannot say no."

You smile at her, then back at Thoma. He was cute, you did not mind this arrangement. Plus, the tour may help you reach a conclusion if this is where you'd like to stay. After all, it's not like Kazuha would beg you to stay with him anyways. It might be best to forget about him.

"Well then," You say, a blush forming on your cheeks. "I guess I cannot say no."

"Great!" Thoma gasps. "I know just where to take you! Do you like tea?" He started, as he linked your arm with his.

Unbeknownst to you, Kazuha watches as you touch arms with another man, a gust of wind rifling through his hair as his mood shifts.

"Everything okay, Kazuha?" Paimon asks, worry filling her expression.

No response comes from his mouth. Though the sound of the wind is silent to others, it is not to him. He hears the wind speak of you, speak of your cheerfulness alongside this new man in Inazuma. Lumine catches on, turning behind her to see you walking away with Thoma.

"Oh, there's Thoma." Lumine states, looking off into the land. "Do you know him?" She looks back to a dejected Kazuha. "Or..." She looks back at the girl linked in his arms. "Oh..." She sighed out.

"It's nothing."

Lumine frowns. "That's Y/N, huh?"

Kazuha smiles sadly, looking down. "Yes."

"She's beautiful."

"I know."

"Kazuha... Jealousy isn't a good look on you." Lumine sighs. Kazuha chuckles slightly in response. "You want her to stay with you, right?"

"Of course. But I know she wants more than I can give her. I will not be a barrier in her happiness." He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "Plus the way Thoma looked at her... I can tell he already took an interest."

"And what if you are her happiness?" Lumine pushes.

"Lumine..." Kazuha sighs, for the first time, at a loss for words. "She... She's planning on staying in Inazuma."

"How do you know that?" Paimon questions. "Did she tell you that?"

Kazuha shook his head. "No. She didn't need to. It's why she was so upset last night. She wanted me to tell her to stay, and I was silent." He confessed.

"Silent?!" Paimon exclaims.

"Shh, not so loud!" Lumine whisper-yells to Paimon, now turning her attention back to Kazuha. "Kazuha, let me tell you something." Lumine was strict, causing him to tense up. He's never heard her raise her voice towards him. "You're my friend, so I'm telling you this as such, okay?"

Kazuha nodded.

"You're an idiot."

Ouch, Kazuha thought. But she's not wrong.

"You obviously love her, otherwise your facial expression wouldn't read 'I want to kill Thoma'."

"I do not want to kill Thoma. That is immoral."

"The point is," Paimon chirps in. "Is that you'll be happier with her, and her with you. Please Kazuha, don't let her get away." Paimon frowns.

Kazuha looks up at the sky. "I always wondered where the wind would take me, never did I think it would lead anywhere after Tomo." He admitted.

Lumine pats Kazuha's shoulders understandingly. "I know, but now you have another chance, don't lose it."

"Kazuha." You breathe out, your breath hitching once you see him on the bed. "I thought you would be out around Inazuma." You confess.

"I had to make sure you would return..." Kazuha swallows. "That if you returned, then maybe..."

You look at the floor with sad eyes, the pit in your stomach returning as you remember him with Lumine. "Then maybe what?" You mutter.

"Maybe you decided not to stay in Inazuma."

You step back several feet in shock. How did he know? "How did you-"

"Are you?" He interrupted, not giving an explanation to how he figured out your plan.

"I... Don't know." You confess, playing with the tips of your fingers. "It's beautiful here, but something was missing..." Your face turns a bright red. You feel like an idiot. He has someone else.

"Y/N, can you look at me?"

You feel a stream of tears about to come down as he says that. You close your eyes, slowly shaking your head as you start to shake. "No." You whisper.

You open your eyes at the feeling of your hands being held. Kazuha stood in front of you, forehead touching forehead. He was close. So close you couldn't move. You felt yourself burning up.

"Kazuha..." You whisper, unsure of what to say.

"Stay." He muttered.

Your breath stumbles as you heard the words you searched for all of last night. No, it can't be. "What about Lumine?" You couldn't help but ask.

Kazuha moves his head back to look at you, confusion arising. "Lumine? Do you know her?"

You shook your head sadly. "No. I saw her with you, smiling, laughing." Suddenly, a strange sensation of anger comes upon you. You push back Kazuha's hands, causing him to freeze up. "Was anything you said to me real?" You asked bluntly.

"R-Real?" He stutters. "I'm not sure I understand..."

"All those late night talks, the way you held me, were you fucking with me?" You asked, your tone rising.

"Of course they were." He frowns. "Everything with you was- no. Is real. I just know Lumine from adventuring... Nothing more." Unbeknownst to Kazuha, you were just as jealous as he was.

"Then why-" Heavy tears fall from your face. "Why didn't you ask me to stay last night, or this morning, why now when I have to make my decision?" You cry out. Kazuha let you sob. He would let you punch him if you chose to do so. He didn't like seeing you cry, but knowing it's him causing you to feel this way made him want to be right beside Tomo in this moment.

"Because I thought you would be happier with someone like Thoma." Kazuha looks away, unwilling to look at you.

"Is that really what you think?" You ask, tears staining your bloodshot eyes.

Kazuha shook his head, turning back to you. He moves your hair from your face to behind your ear, his gaze never leaving your face. "Not anymore."

You sniffle, tensing up at his gentle graze upon your face. "Kazuha... I need to hear it. If I'm going to stay... I need to know why I'm staying." It was stupid, but this was it. If you decide to stay with him, it would be a journey. It's one you want to take, but you need to make sure he's just as willing.

"You should stay..." Kazuha slips his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Your breathing stops as you both make eye contact with one another. "Because I love you." He whispers.

Just then, his lips came crashing down on yours as he kisses you passionately. Oh how you longed for such a moment. You wrap your arms around his neck instinctively as your lips tremble around his.

You both slightly break away, breathing heavily as you slowly open your eyes. "Please... Stay with me. I don't want to be alone anymore, my dove." Kazuha says quietly, causing a shiver down your spine.

Without thinking, you hug him tightly, your face buried in the crook of his neck. "Of course." You whisper as you feel his arms wrap around you. "I love you too, Kazuha."

“You know,” Kazuha chuckles. “The first time you met me, I was writing a poem. I said I didn’t want my inspiration to run out. It was about my first time seeing you, and how beautiful you are. I told my self I could not lose these first feelings of seeing you, so I wrote them down.”

You freeze at the sudden confession, turning a deep scarlet color as your stomach churns. No one has ever called you beautiful…

“And then,” He continued. “I wrote about you last night. About how much I would lose if I allowed you to escape me.” He stroked your hair gently as he spoke of his admiration towards you. “You’ve never left my mind, Y/N… Even the wind spoke of you to me.”

You’re left speechless. Tears filling your eyes again, you jump at the chance to kiss him. This time it’s longer, fuller, and you never want to let go.

“I’m so happy the wind lead you to me.”

#FUCK I PULLED AN ALL NIGHTER FOR THIS LMAO #happy new years eve teehee #bro im in LOVE with kazuha holy shit.#kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kaedehara x reader #genshin x reader

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noctumbra · 4 years

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summary ─ “intimate,” he decided to say, “touch me here.”

pairing ─ dark!priest!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ dark fic, smut, +18, corruption, handjob, innocence kink (?)

a/n ─ this is a dark fic. i don’t have much experience on writing dark fics, but better late than never, right? i hope i nailed writing this, and hope you guys like it! please leave a comment if you liked it! thank you <33 [ps: i somehow didn’t feel motivated writing this and i know this sucks, so i’m really sorry if you had high hopes :( i’ll try to make it up with the others!]

KINKTOBER DAY FIVE: dark!priest!bucky + church sex + corruption kink

The church was peaceful.

Father Barnes had always liked it when the church was left to him only: No visitors, no cleaners ─ no one. Only him. It was like he was alone with his existence and the weight of his past sins. It was a time where he could talk to God about what he had done before he found his way again, as if there was someone listening to him.

Friday nights were the quietest and emptiest night in a week. People were tired and excited about their upcoming weekend, so they avoided coming to the church unless it was Sunday and their last off-day before they jumped into another busy week. The heavy rain outside was also a prominent effect of why the church was empty. If Father Barnes had not lived in the church, he’d have gone home already, too.

Father Barnes sighed deeply, eyes closed; he walked in the quiet, large room. The smell of burning candles and fresh earth, the rhythmic sound of rain beating the church windows… It was peaceful. So much so that, Father Barnes felt like he finally found his footing, his safe space. He had been places where it was too loud to even hear himself think. He had smelt so many unpleasant scents; rotting flesh, dried blood and dead bodies.

He deserved this peaceful moment, this safe space.

Smiling to himself, Father Barnes turned to the French church doors. He always locked them after the last mass which was around 7PM, and since today was Friday and the church was empty, he figured he could close it a little earlier than usual.

As he reached for the doorknobs, he heard rushed footsteps. Father Barnes tensed, he couldn’t help but stay alert at the sound; it was an undying habit he picked it up while he was in Army. He turned the doorknobs slowly, sticking his head out to see who was rushing where.

It was when he saw you: Soaking wet from the rain, hair sticking to your face; your clothes were wet, thin and he saw you shudder violently. Your eyes were wild, scared, and Father Barnes frowned slightly. His frown got deeper when he saw the state you were in with its full power. He stood in front of the door, now, watching you intently because you looked like you could pass out any second. You stood on your place, frozen, when you saw him watching you.

“Please,” you whispered as you walked towards him with shaky steps. “I need some place to stay for the night, please. Father, please.” Father Barnes extended his hand out to you because he was still afraid you’d fall.

“Come in, little lady,” he murmured, “You look cold and sick,” he couldn’t help but add. You grabbed his large, warm hand and shivered. He was right, you were cold and sick. Murmuring a soft ‘thank you’, you stepped inside of the warm and dry church. The air was filled with a scent that reminded you your home a little, but you ignored the thought.

That place was no longer your home, you thought.

“Let’s get you to the warmth, shall we?” You heard the kind Father speaking to you softly as he walked towards you after locking the church doors. You nodded meekly. You’d do anything to get warm again, and it was showing up on your face. Father Barnes smiled at you. The hand you held moved from your hand to your arm, and he gently led you deep inside the church.

Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting in front of the fireplace. Father Barnes had made you tea, with honey because you told him you liked it that way. He even gave you dry clothes, claiming that if you were to stay in your wet ones, you’d get sick very badly. You couldn’t argue, just nodded, and accepted the clothes he held out to you.

Now you were in soft, white and thick nightgown, with a warm cup held between your palms, sitting in front of a fireplace. You were grateful for what the Father had done for you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, the quiet felt too nice to be interrupted with loud talking voice. “You didn’t have to take me in, but you did it anyway. Thank you, Father.” You smiled at him shyly. Bucky smiled at you back, though his mind was wondering things that he shouldn’t have.

“It’s what anyone with a conscience would do, little lady,” he said. You felt your cheeks heat up with the pet name and buried your face into your tea cup. Bucky smirked darkly at the shy look on your face.

The white gown on you, your shy face and wide, innocent eyes were driving him mad ever since he took you in. Your hair had dried mostly, and Father Barnes wanted to bury his face in it. He wanted to inhale your scent, wanted to hold you close to his touch starved body. He knew that you came to him by thinking that he’d keep you safe somehow, but little did you know that you actually stepped into a wolf’s den…

“No, sometimes a conscience doesn’t make you do this,” you argued softly, eyes down. “Thank you, again. I don’t know how I can repay this.” You smiled at him one more time, and Father Barnes cursed himself when he felt his cock stirring in his uniform. He knew exactly how you could repay him, but he also knew he needed to lure you in for it.

“You could help me about something,” he started, voice still soft. You perked up immediately, eager to help. Placing your cup carefully onto small table next to where you were sitting, you turned to Father Barnes. He smiled at your enthusiasm. He stood up from where he was sitting in front of you, he found his next seat next to you. “I’m very bad at letting people touch me,” he murmured, “Can you teach me how it feels to be touched?” He asked. You bit your lip. You’ve never touched a man like this before, but you could do it for this good man.

“I can try,” you murmured. Father Barnes beamed at you. “How do you want me to touch you?” Father Barnes had to take a deep breath to constrict himself not to jump on you at that moment. You immediately shied away. “Have I said something wrong? I’m sorry,” you said, quickly. Father Barnes shook his head.

“No, little one, you haven’t,” he assured you, hands over yours. You exhaled, relieved, and held his hands back. “It had been a while,” he continued, “No women touched me that way. I forgot the feeling. I was hoping you could help me remember it?”

“What way, Father?” You sat up straight. “I can try like I said!” Father Barnes almost groaned at your eagerness.

“Intimate,” he decided to say, “Touch me here.” Father Barnes took your hand and placed over the bulge in his pants. You gasped. Your eyes wide, you looked at him. “It had been so long, little one. I just want to feel good, can you help me?” You swallowed and nodded. Father smiled at you encouragingly. “Undo them, little one. Don’t be shy.”

You reached out to pull his zipper down and stripped him off his briefs. You gasped again when you saw his cock; fully hard, angry red tip and tight balls. You’ve never been this close to a man’s intimate parts before. You somehow found this moment arousing, too, but you didn’t know what you were feeling exactly since you’ve never felt this way.

“Touch it, dove,” he murmured. “It needs you.” You stole a glance from him, your eyes came in contact with his burning blue eyes. You took a deep breath and brought your hand over the flesh. Making a fist around it, you squeezed lightly. Father Barnes sucked in a harsh breath. “Move it, up and down, dove. You’re doing very good so far.” You felt yourself preen under the compliment, you did as he said.

Moving your hand up and down, you continued to squeeze him lightly. Whenever your hand came in contact with his angry red tip, Father Barnes grunted like he had been punched. You licked your lips and moved your hand a little faster.

“Tighter,” he breathed, “Hold it tighter.” You squeezed your fist tighter around him, and Father Barnes groaned. “Yes, I’m loving it, pet, so good.” You smiled at him shyly and continued to move your hand.

It went on like that for good ten minutes; your hand started to move faster with each passing minute. You were jacking him quickly now, swirling your thumb over his tip like he instructed you to. He was groaning and moaning under your fingers. Your cheeks were burning like hell, and the fire next to you had nothing to with it. Father Barnes’ hips started to thrust up after a short while. His balls were hitting your hand with his each thrust.

“Tighter, baby,” he groaned. You squeezed him tightly, causing him to moan brokenly and loudly, head thrown back. You licked your lips. “Yes!” He cried out. “Yes, baby, keep going!” You didn’t falter your hand, kept it moving as he thrusted in it. “Fuck!” Father Barnes exclaimed. “Fuck─”

Suddenly, white spurts of come covered your hand. Some of it dirtying up the Father’s clothes, you continued to move your hand until he stopped you, breathless. He chuckled deeply.

“Damn, dove,” he chuckled again, “Thank you, that was exactly what I needed.” You smiled at him as you pulled your hand back. “Wanna taste it? C’mon, lick it and see if you like it.” You frowned slightly, but you did as he told you: Licking your hand clean, you found out that you liked the taste.

“I liked it,” you murmured. Father Barnes smiled widely at you.

“Well, you can have as much as you want as long as you stay here with me,” he said, and you nodded.

You weren’t welcomed at your own home, anyway. Father Barnes just offered you to stay in this beautiful church with him and asked for your touch in return.

There was no better deal than this.

#bucky barnes x raeder #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes au #dark!bucky #priest!bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #dark!priest!bucky #dark!fic #kinktober 2020 #tw dark fic #tw corruption

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vixenpen · 3 years

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You should DEFINITELY do a part 2 to the Dabi x teacher fic! Like it could be when they start taking their relationship to the next level and do some freaky things😏

Hot For Teacher pt.2 (Dabi x Black Reader)

Quirkless AU

(Friendly reminder in this Dabi owns a tattoo shop and is tatted and pierced up and reader is black and thiccccc🍑💦💦)

You were completely unaware of the turquoise eyes admiring your thick ass as you erased your last lesson from the white board.

Dabi’s dick flexed just imagining what sliding between those cheeks would feel like. The material of your conservative black dress clung to your juicy butt and round hips despite the loose material. He liked that.

After a while he couldn’t take it anymore and snuck up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pressing into you from the back.

“Dabi!” You squealed.

“Sorry, Ms. Y/n,” he chuckled against your kinky hair, “I just wanted to come by and see if it was possible to get some private lessons.”

You giggled, shaking your head, “you’re so corny. What are you doing here anyway?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner, but I’m hungry now.”

“What? What’s the supp-oh!”

The soft material of your knee length dress slid against your body and the next thing you felt were Dabi’s big, warm hands massaging your hips and a very familiar bulge against the crack of your ass.

“Damn, teach,” your boyfriend grinned against your ear, his deep raspy voice made you shiver. “You should have known better than to wear a thong with this little dress of yours. All those pervy male teachers probably haven’t been able to take their eyes off you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt strong fingers groping and massaging your ass cheeks.

“Dabi,” you croaked weakly, “not here.”

Dabi responded by snaking his pierced along your neck. You whimpered.

“D-Dabi..”

“Hmm?”

One his hands squeezed your full breasts beneath the material.

“Stop, I’m serious.”

“You know, you’re really hard to resist, right beautiful?” His hard on was massaging you through the jeans.

The two of you had been dating for a few months now, and had yet to go beyond kissing and heavy petting that always left Dabi wanting more. He wasn’t sure what you were waiting for, but he did know you were worth the wait.

And boy did you make him wait for it...and work for it. It was as hot as it was frustrating. His dick was so hard it hurt, and all he could think about was fucking you on your desk until you were screaming his name.

He turned you around to face him easily and scooped you up by those thick thighs of yours.

The next few moments were a blur. You saw pens and papers knocked to the floor before feeling your big bare ass settle against the cool wood of the desk.

“My lesson plans!”

Dabi’s lips cut off your protest, and his fingers worked the black dress off your body and over your head, exposing your curves to the cool air.

It was dizzying and exciting and sexy and...inappropriate! So inappropriate. This was your job!

“D-Dabi, wait!” You gasped between the feeling of his pierced lips nipping at you. “There might be students-“

“School ended an hour ago. Trust me. No kids are in this building.” He chuckled, amused.

“The janitors might-“

“I locked the door, beautiful. We’ll hear ‘em comin’.”

Turquoise eyes roamed your thick, dark body hungrily, followed by hands stacked with rings.

“Damn, I want you.” He muttered, diving down between your big breasts to lick and suck at them.

“Ahh~” you dug your fingers into his crop of black hair. “We can’t.” You gasped.

“Says who?”

“Da-ahh! Mmm.” His tongue was now snaking down your stomach. Kisses and bites being left on the melanated skin below your belly button. Fuck it felt so damn good.

He admired the glistening mess between your legs, parting the thick thighs to admire your creaming pussy.

“Fuckin’ delicious.”

And then he dove in.

“Ohh go—“

Dabi slurped at your clit gently. The flick of his pierced tongue combined with the warmth of his mouth sucking the sensitive pearl sent electricity tingling through you.

Your eyes fluttered shut and the muffled sounds of heels clicking down the hall as remaining teachers walked past your locked room was the furthest thing from your mind.

This was so wrong. This went against everything you stood for, and yet...

“Moan for me, y/n,” Dabi commanded against your pussy. “Don’t hold back. Or else I’ma stop holdin’ back.”

“Dabi~”

He smirked up at your pretty brown face and his fingers glided easily into the gripping heat of your cunt.

“Ahhaaa! Fuck! Fuck...” your hips bucked against the sensation.

Months of only being able to play in your cat had given Dabi plenty of time to get to know your weaknesses. He exploited every one of them now. Throwing your thick thighs around his neck he flexed his fingers while licking at your folds.

You could only squirm against him, one hand grabbing his head to push his face deeper while the other gripped the edge of your desk.

“D-Dabi, god yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop. B-baby, f-f-fu~”

Those sweet moans were music to Dabi’s ears. Your cum coated his fingers and your juices sprayed his face. He opened his mouth greedily drinking every drop.

Then he laughed low in his throat.

“Wow, Ms. Y/n, you really are a naughty teacher aren’t you?”

You tried to glare down at him, but it barely registered. You were too turned on to be pissed.

Dabi continued to tease you. “Letting me fuck you on your desk. Right here where you have to teach all these innocent young minds.”

“Sh-shut up!”

Dabi pressed kisses against the chunky meat of your thighs, his piercings tickled and his lips felt so good.

“Or what, Ms. Y/n?” He asked. “You’ll make me stay after class?”

He snickered and got to his feet.

You couldn’t help admiring him. He wasn’t a big guy by any means, but he was lean and well toned. You wanted to see all of him. Feel all of him.

Snatching him by his shirt, you pulled him close and locked your thick thighs around his trim hips. Your lips pressed against his, hungry to taste every bit of him.

The two of you pulled his shirt over his head and you grinned admiring the colorful tapestry of tattoos and, your favorite part, the barbells piercing his nipples.

Dabi gave a smug smirk. “What’s up, babe? Don’t wanna stop anymore?”

You cocked a brow. “Real funny for someone who moans like a bitch when I do this.”

Pulling him towards you by the waist of his jeans, you trailed your tongue around his nipple, gazing up at him in that way that drove him fucking crazy.

“Oh my god~” he sighed. “Fuuuck, y/n...”

You giggled softly, switching to the other nipple. A deep groan welled up from your man’s throat.

Taking back control, your hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, squeezing the thick length trapped in his jeans.

Fuck his dick was so big. You had wanted to fuck your man for the longest time. And just feeling how hard his big dick was for you only confirmed that.

You pressed kisses up along his bobbing Adam’s apple, sucking at his studded earlobes. Your lips pressed to his ear as you purred out; “Now whose being naughty?”

That was about all the man could take.

He snatched you up off the desk once more to turn you around, laying you against it.

You heard the clang of his belt buckle as he snatched off his belt. Then you felt the leather and studs of it kiss your phat ass as he cracked it against you.

“OH FUCK!” You screamed.

“Yeah?” Dabi growled. “Since you wanna talk shit and be a little tease that’s what your ass gets.” He snapped back.

He spanked you a few more times, not caring about what straggling teachers may have heard the noise.

Your mouth hung open as you felt your boyfriend’s lean body press against your body, long dick rocking between the cheeks of your butt.

“I been wanting to fuck your fine ass up for a minute Ms. Y/n.” He chuckled. “This is gonna be fun.”

He stood up admiring the view of that big, perfect ass jiggling with all its dimples and stretch marks in front of him.

God. He couldn’t wait to dive in it.

You craned your neck and admired the long dick slipping between your ass crack. A trail of piercings forming a jacob’s ladder on the underside.

Dabi caught your eye and grinned, eyes flashing. “You ready, babygirl?”

“Fuck me.” You replied.

That was all the answer he needed. Dabi wasted no time plunging deep into that juicy cunt of yours and a strangled groan escaped you both.

“Ahaaa~ fuuuuck yesss, Dabi!”

It was an odd sensation. His piercings added another sensation of texture to your throbbing walls. Your pussy couldn’t get enough of it because you felt yourself clenching and flexing for more.

Luckily he was more than happy to give it to you. His hips rocked back and forth making you feel every. Single. Inch. Every bump and ridge of your tight heat got massaged as he long stroked inside you.

“Fuckkk, y/n, you feel even better than I imagined, babygirl.”

The Angle made your big butt squeeze his cock going in and out, adding an extra grip to his dick. He dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass massaging and squeezing it while he pummeled deep into you.

“You gonna let me cum in this fat ass of yours, y/n? Huh?” He ground out through gritted teeth, fucking you sonhard your booty jiggled and the desk creaked.

“Yes daddy. You-c-can cum-ahh~where-ever you-fuccck-want!” You managed back, throwing your ass back at him as best you could.

“God damn right I can. Fuck!” He sighed.

Dabi alternated between fucking you hard and rough and slow and deep. His hand landed against your ass again and again and again. The sting barely registered as anything other than pleasure.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck fuck FUCK! Don’t stop! Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You gasped, drool drenching the desk where your mouth hung open.

“Got you baby-ah fuck! Don’t worry. Ima take care of you.” Dabi grunted back, eyes damn near closed in a mix of pure bliss and concentration.

The desk scraped as the force of your fuck session sent it sliding against the linoleum floors slightly. Neither of you stopped bucking and fucking.

If anything, you went harder. Dabi’s balls clapped your cunt with every stroke, and your ass jumped up to meet his pounding dick over and over until-

“AHAAA~”

“FUUUUCK!”

The two of you came so hard together it felt like you had ascended to another planet. Dabi Damn near collapsed on top of you. He pressed kisses against your curls and cooed about how amazing you felt. How amazing you were, as the two of you came down from your highs.

Finally, you were able to stand shakily to your feet—with Dabi’s help—and get dressed.

You sat back against the desk, panting and watching your very smug boyfriend pull on his shirt.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” You shook your head. “I knew you were trouble the day I met you.”

Dabi laughed. “Well, hey, if I’m so much trouble I could always come see you after class again.” He winked.

You threw a marker at his laughing face which he just barely dodged.w

“Shut the hell up and clean up my classroom.”

Still grinning Dabi leaned in for a kiss. “Yes ma’am, teacher.”

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krxideprnz-archive · 3 years

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Hey there! I love your Junpei smut.. I need more Junpei in my life 🥺.. (we all do!) I was wondering about a shysubJunpei x confidentdomReader.. can reader-san be a tinny-winny bit aggressive but not physically.. like.. Junpei being all cute and shy and reader-san can't take it anymore and yank him to Junpei's room.. riding him.. praising him.. 😏..

Love ya! ❤️ Stay safe ❤️

We definitely need more Junpei in our lives 😭💕

I really hope you like this 👉👈 thank you for requesting, dear!

Therapy? Expensive.

Junpei? Free?! Can you believe that 😩

Shy!Sub! Junpei x Confident!Dom! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes- unprotected sex/riding/pet names

“(Y/N)- you can’t do that here-“ he covered his eyes with a furious blush coating his cheeks.

You were currently standing in his room, slowly unbuttoning your uniform that was sticking to your body.

The summer heat truly got to you today, the walk home through the blinding sun felt like torture.

“And why is that? It’s so hot today...” he watched the uniform slide of your soft shoulders, exposing your lacy bra to him that we’re accentuating your breasts even more.

“What if someone comes in...” he mumbled, watching you lay down on his bed with a yawn.

“No one is going to come in, Junpei” you reassured him, watching as his gaze wandered further down to look at your soft chest.

You crossed your legs, giving him a good view of your thighs, and he coughed and tried to distract himself with anything else instead of looking you up and down.

He was so adorable, looking at your body with a blush, nibbling on his lips.

You gestured for him to join you on the bed, patting the empty seat next to you.

A startled gasp left his lips, and he almost immediately refused your offer.

“N- I’m just- you know- gonna go grab s-something from the fridge-“ while he stepped backwards he stumbled against the wall, gasping in surprise, watching as you stood up and sauntered over to him.

You stood directly in front of him, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

“Come on Junpei, I saw you staring”

Junpeis breath got caught in his throat when he watched your chest press up against his.

“Do you have any idea how bad I want to fuck you when you’re shy like that? You’re so adorable”

You pressed a searing kiss to his lips, your teeth nibbling on his lips and forcing your tongue in his mouth.

Junpei could feel himself become hard and his shaky hands slowly moved to rest on your back.

The feeling of your lips against his was so intoxicating and he could only fathom what you were going to do to him when you harshly grabbed his collar and pushed him on the bed.

Your hand wandered underneath his shirt, pushing the fabric upwards to expose his porcelain skin.

Junpei could feel goosebumps rise on his skin as your hands stroked and pinched his stomach.

Soon, your hand wandered lower to run your fingertips over the line of his pants as you looked up at him.

No matter how bad you wanted him to moan and cry for you, you still wanted his consent before doing anything else.

Your confirmation came in the form of his hands fiddling with the zipper of his pants, eager to get the pressure off of his erection, that was still confined by his pants and underwear.

“You’re so eager~ let me handle this” you told him, pushing his hands back and replacing them with your own, unzipping his pants with ease.

You removed them along with his underwear, leaving his lowly body completely bare on the bed.

Junpei grabbed the hem of his shirt, ready to pull it over his head before your stern voice stopped him.

“What did I just tell you? Don’t move unless I say so”

He nodded.

“Tell me what you’re supposed to do”

“I won’t do anything u-unless you tell me to”

“Good Boy, Junpei!” You praised him and went to pull the shirt over his head, he pouted at your completely dressed lower body, but you didn’t seem to notice, not yet at least.

His hands grabbed the sheets out of nervousness, watching your every move, resisting every urge to touch you and capture your lips in a soft kiss.

Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, touching him to hear the sounds you oh-so desperately need to hear-

His whimpers and soft gasps only because of a little touch by your teasing hands.

He blushed, clamping his hand over his mouth to hide his sounds from you.

“Don’t hide your sweet noises from me, Dove. I want to hear you”

Your hands let go of his cock to grab his hands and pin them over his head, restricting him from hiding his adorable sounds of pleasure from you.

“Your hands stay up there or I won’t give you what you want”

“W-what I want? I don’t-“

“Oh so you don’t want this pussy creaming around your-“

He whined your name and shook his head rapidly.

“No! Please stay- d-do with me whatever you want”

His words made your underwear go damp, he never failed to surprise you with his unusually seductive statements.

You stepped out of your skirt and threw it to the side along with your panties, standing infront of him completely naked, just as he was.

Moving back to the bad, you got back to your initial position, his hands held over his head and hips straddling his lower half.

He could feel his dick twitch in anticipation of what’s to come as you pressed kisses on his jaw and neck, making sure to leave some marks to remind him of you every time he looked on the mirror.

He could feel your wet folds brush against his entrance, a startled moan of your name fell from your lips.

Junpei couldn’t wait to feel the warmth of your walls clamping down around him, the thought made him shiver in anticipation.

You lowered yourself onto his length with a pleasured sigh, he was stretching you out so good it gave you goosebumps.

He let out a satisfied moan at the feeling of you pulsating around him, and he completely bottomed out inside of you.

After you adjusted to his size, you started bounce up and down his cock, your breasts bouncing with each thrust you made.

“You feel so good, baby” you cooed and clenched around him purposely, eliciting a staggering moan from underneath you.

His back arched of the bed, allowing his dick to drag along your g-spot wich made your mouth hang open in a sigh of his name.

“Can I t-touch- ngh! you?”

You pressed his hands against your hips in confirmation and he started to claw at your hips, pushing your sweaty bodies together as the both of you were drowning themselves in the feeling of each other’s warmth.

“Let me hear your sweet noises, Dove”

His hips trembled against yours, he let out moan after moan when he felt you tighten around him so pleasurably.

His hands, in a sudden rush of confidence, grabbed your breasts, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers.

You pulled at his hair, electing a loud gasp of surprise at the sudden stinging sensation on his scalp, he was surprised how good it felt.

“D-do that again- Argh! Y-yes!” His hands clawed at the sheets, he could feel the familiar feeling of his orgasm approaching.

“You’ve been so good- cum inside me, Junpei” you spoke through heavy pants, you could feel your slick leaking around his cock every time you moved around him.

“Thank you- argh- ngh!”

Junpei came with a series of cries and moans, shooting his load inside of you while you desperately held on to him during your orgasm.

His head was thrown back, his eyes glossed over as he looked into your eyes as he came.

He was still shaking underneath you, chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths as he gave you a thankful smile, stroking your cheek with his fingers.

He could feel himself getting soft and sliding out of your heat, your mixed juices coating your folds and running down your inner thigh.

You collapsed next to him, and he cuddled against you, pressing his head in your chest and inhaling your sweet scent.

It was moments like these where he truly wished time would stop.

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hammondshottie21 · 3 years

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Now You're For It

Warnings:- The worst here is an obvious Authority kink and Abuse of Power. After that anything else is just implied or open to the reader’s imagination. Still as with everything I write it’s 18+ only. Warnings are given, so if you don’t like it, don't read. Feedback is welcomed.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Author’s Note:- @nsfwsebbie got this little idea when you spoke of writing during class (you naughty girl). Anyway with a nod to your concepts and fics I hope this little piece brightens your day.

Pairings:- Professor! Bucky Barnes, Professor!Steve Rogers, Professor!Ransom Drysdale x Named Female Character (open to the reader’s imagination).

Total Word Count: 1,214

Standing before him twirling your hair around a slender finger, you waited for the final dregs of your classmates to leave while Professor Barnes sat silently before you flicking through the latest batch of assignments. Letting out a little squeak as the heavy door finally closed behind you, you continued to stand and stare in silence as his imposing figure rose from the desk and his icy stare settled on you.

Watching you squirm as a smirk played across his lips, he finally broke the silence as he ordered you to follow him through the other available door that you knew led to his office. Ushering you inside as he quietly locked the door behind him, he directed you to sit before dropping his ass onto the desk before you. Watching as you smoothed out the end of your summer dress, he gave you a few minutes to compose yourself before speaking. "Alright young lady, hand it over." he said, extending his hand as his eyes locked on your innocent face.

"Sir?" you questioned, once again wondering what you had done to land yourself here.

"Don't 'Sir' me, Sabrina. Not yet anyway." he uttered. "The phone. NOW." he continued, flexing his fingers impatiently.

Reaching into your bag, you removed the item and handed it over before realizing he must have figured out what you had been doing during his lecture. Watching as he powered it up, your voice shook slightly as he asked you for the passcode. Calling it out as heat radiated throughout your body and an ache began between your thighs, your eyes focused on the floor as he walked behind you while scrolling through your recent activity. Coming to a stop behind you and bringing the phone into your field of vision, an audible gulp left your throat as your recent Tumblr post appeared before your eyes.

Scrolling through your little concept as his warm breath ghosted over your now fevered skin, his next words told you just how much trouble you were in. "So princess, this is what's more interesting than listening to me trying to expand your mind, huh?" he questioned and you found yourself unable to answer as the phone disappeared and he came to stand before you once more. "Tell me, my not-so-innocent girl, how would you deal with this situation if you were in my shoes?"

"Start with a more fashionable pair of shoes probably." you muttered but swiftly regretted your remark when his hand shot out and stretched your chin up as high it would go.

"Don't get smart with me right now or we'll put that mouth to better use." he barked as his thumb came up to caress your lower lip before pushing hard against your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. Moaning as he began rubbing circles into it, you wondered how you were supposed to follow his next command as his lips rested against your ear and his words echoed through your brain. "Answer me, pet. What would you do?"

Taking in some much needed air as he released your chin and sat back on his desk, you failed to notice the growing ridge in his jeans as you thought properly about your answer. "Probably just give them a verbal warning, Sir," you answered meekly before continuing, "maybe even some lines, I guess?" you questioned innocently, knowing that you were more or less picking out your own punishment.

"Lines?" he scoffed, seriously questioning if you thought that appropriate or if you hoped he would go easy on you. "And let's say I gave you lines, who's to say you'd actually write them or I wouldn't find you once again letting your hormones rule your better judgement?" he asked as he waved your phone in front of your face before placing it on the desk. "No, I think I can find a much more appropriate lesson for you princess." he smirked as his hand reached forward to rest along your thigh.

Whimpering slightly as his fingers squeezed while his hand moved ever closer to the area that was aching for his touch, your eyes widened in utter horror when the previously locked door opened and in walked Professors Rogers and Drysdale.

"Ah gentlemen, perfect timing. I was just about to teach our girl a lesson in listening." he greeted before kissing you quickly and then sitting back up to face his colleagues. "Drysdale lock the door will you. Here Rogers, take a look at this." he said, staring at you as Ransom did as he was told and Steve took the offered phone. "As you can see by the date on those posts this has been going on all semester. In your classes too I suspect." he continued as Ransom helped himself to a drink while Steve looked between you and your phone.

"Oh angel, is this true?" Professor Rogers asked as he handed your phone to Professor Drysdale so he too could get a look at the sexual fantasies your young mind had conjured up while Steve focused his blue eyes on your apprehensive face.

"Ha look, there's one here about me." Ransom suddenly boomed out and as Bucky and Steve ran a hand over their faces, you sat quietly in the chair between all three of your handsome professors and wished the earth would swallow you whole since you knew there was no way to refute the evidence now stacked against you. That was not to be however when Ransom tossed your phone to Professor Barnes and moved to stand behind you.

Leaning down to run his lips along your neck, you left out a whimper as his arrogant voice reached your ear. "Is that really how you see me, little dove?" he asked, but you failed to answer as him biting your earlobe sent you jumping from the chair straight into Professor Barnes' waiting arms.

Laughing out loud and taking the chair you had just vacated as Bucky ran his hand along your back, Steve took charge of the situation and addressed the man holding you to his chest. "So Barnes, you're the one who discovered this infraction and called us. How do you want to handle this?"

Raising your chin and kissing your forehead, a smirk played across his lips as a wicked idea formed in his mind. "How about we start with her newest creation and see where we go from there." he suggested, looking between you and the other participants in your future humiliation.

Nodding his head in agreement as he began to remove his clothes, Ransom meanwhile rose from the chair to follow suit, but not before giving his own edict. "Sounds good to me Barnes, but from now on little dove it's front and center in class for you," he informed you before searching out your panties and ripping them from you, "and you won't be needing these in future either," he continued, tossing the offending item over his shoulder as both the other men agreed.

Gulping then as Bucky held your arms while Steve peeled you out of your dress, you wondered how you had landed yourself in this situation and more importantly how you were supposed to survive it as three sets of hungry eyes now feasted on your ethereal form.

Tagging: @nsfwsebbie

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jediknightobiwan · 3 years

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Boba smut, you say?

Could I get some dad bod Boba love post-Mandalorian season 2, if you've finished the new episode? Because our man definitely deserves some love after that shit. I personally headcannon him as being dominant AF, with lots of pet names, and a tendency to be a little rougher. Maybe some post-battle fucking to wind down in Slave I.

Thanks!

OFC We love Dad Bods here I will NOT tolerate Temura hate like at all. We don’t expect women to stay the same all their lives and we shouldn’t expect the same of men.

In talks with @emilykjh we decided that Boba decidedly, is a brat tamer so I’m definitely going along the dominant caregiver route with him.

Also tbh and probably shockingly I haven’t watched the new season all the way through AT ALL it was emotionally too much for me when it started so now I can binge it whenever 😅 I just learn things through gifs cause I don’t mind spoilers! So things may be very Vague when it comes to plot or I’ll just go with what I’ve gathered happens after the last episode. But let’s do some Older Boba stuff yes, everyone who understood the significance of Boba’s appearance better say thank you Mr. Temuera for your service.

Boba Fett x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Caregiver/Little BDSM relationship, Daddy Kink, Age Gap (cmon he’s in his 50’s), slight drool kink, slight degradation, slight choking

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Your ears perk up at the sound of heavy bootsteps on their way and you quickly rush to clean up your little area. Ever since Boba had taken his throne and conquered most of the underworld you and him and Fennec who you adored had made a nice little home for yourselves. What Boba teasingly called your nest was a corner of his throne room that you (and Fennec) had padded and stuffed with pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, one very long and squishy pillow and a very very large cushion you called your tuffet. It was cute little safe space you sat, read and napped in when you wanted a little alone time.

It was usually a kind of organized chaos but lately you had let it get a bit wild and before Boba had left earlier he’d told you to have it cleaned up by the time he was back, and like a true Little who usually forgot orders once they were given and wasn’t reminded you had become distracted with other things. Which is why now you were slightly sweating under your soft robe as you scrambled to set everything in its proper place so he would never know you’d-

The steps had stopped echoing. You suddenly realized besides the slick of fabric between your fingers and your little pants that the room had actually been quiet for a minute or so. You swallowed a little hard but continued your work, spreading out soft blanket on your tuffet and then tucking it underneath. Finally, you smoothed your front and turned with a smile ready for your lover.

“Daddy! You’re home! See I uhm..I did my one chore today!” You were beaming, a little sweat on your brow and your voice was sweet and welcoming. In return Boba tilted his helmeted head at you in such a way that you knew what was he was saying without him needing to voice it.

Really? Did you? Is what that look said and you fidgeted slightly, lower lip jutting out every so softly.

Well-it still counts! Doesn’t it?? Your look said and after another moment of silence you hear a sigh come from him and he finally comes toward you with a gloved hand extended to cup your face.

“I suppose I’ll let it slide today,” he says, thumb gliding over your lower lip as his eyes bore into you from behind the visor. “I’m too tired to properly punish you for waiting until the last second anyway.”

The words were slightly worrying but if something was really wrong he would’ve told you, so you brushed it off and kissed his thumb gently.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you promise, reaching to cup his helmet in your hands and then bringing your foreheads together in a keldabe kiss. He hums deep in his throat, his way of saying that you’d better.

“What can I do tonight? A hot bath? A massage?” You gasped and jumped a little, grinning. “Both??”

Boba chuckles and removes his helmet, the smile still on his handsome scarred face. “How about just a massage pet? My old muscles could use it.”

“Ah you’re not old cyare.”

You giggle at his eyebrow raise and pat his cheeks then push gently on his chest plate to back him into the hallway and towards his bedroom. Once inside the large yet fairly bare room you begin the slow and intimate process of removing his armor for him. It was something you’d been doing for awhile now, ever since you’d settled into your roles. He did so much...it was one sweet thing you could do for him back.

The tension was practically melting out of your love’s shoulders as the beskar came off. Your arms had long since adjusted to the armor’s weight over the months of this sweet ritual and the warmth of Boba’s soft eyes as he watched you easily carry his prized possessions never failed to make you feel like the most important person in the galaxy. Your skin felt fully flushed by the time he was sitting on the bed and you’d removed his boots for him.

“My sweet little Dove...,” Boba murmurs, reaching out his now ungloved hands for your hips and bringing you closer, his face now level with your chest. You smile he nuzzles against your soft skin and hum happily, arms sliding into position around his broad shoulders without a second thought.

Dove. How you loved your pet name from him. You were his sweet thing, his Little, his pure (he insisted you were pure compared to him and you’d given up trying to convince him otherwise) darling treasure. Your soft lips pressed kisses to his head and you murmured, “My Daddy...,” to which you could feel his smile against your skin just stoking flames inside you.

You remained entertwined for awhile longer, both just caressing each other sweetly and basking in the loving bubble you created each time you were together. And then you remembered what you were supposed to be doing and gasped, pulling away to look down at Boba.

“Your massage!”

Boba blinks at you in confusion for a second and then laughs, keeping a tight grip on your hips even as you go to pull away and get the oil. He gently grips your chin -effectively stopping your struggling-and brings your lips to his. You sigh softly into the kiss and simply melt like wax beneath a flame into his arms-apt considering it immediately stoked the soft fire that had begun to burn in your belly the moment you saw him into a good sized blaze.

A whine escapes your lips even as Boba depeens the kiss and pulls you onto his lap fully with your crotches rubbing together sinfully.

“Don’t laugh at me Daddy,” you whine, kissing his broad nose and then going back to his mouth. Your arms slide down around his waist and you squeeze, taking petty pleasure in the way his breath escapes him when you do. “It’s mean!”

Your Caregiver seems to, funnily enough, care, very little about your plight since as you whine he just hums and runs his big hands down to your ass and squeezes none too gently. He grins devilishly as you jump and kisses you again, lingering longer this time and swiping his tongue over your lips before he pulls away.

“So what if it is? You like it when I’m mean Dove baby...you know you can’t lie to me.” Boba jerks you closer to him and ruts his hips upwards against you, causing you to whine loudly as want shoots through your core painfully.

“Yeah baby that’s what I thought....you like it when I’m mean. Big bad mean Daddy...ain’t that right?” The older man swats at your ass when you don’t answer, your brain becoming mushy already from the feel of his body beneath your hands and his impressive cock only growing harder and longer against the apex of your thighs. “I asked you a direct question little Dove. You know I don’t like it when you don’t answer.”

After shaking your head to clear it just a little and your hands balling up his undershirt to hang on for dear life you manage a nod with your mouth open just a tad, unnoticed by you but very noticed by your lover. His eyes drop to your lips and he growls slightly, strong hands kneading at the soft flesh of your ass before he delivers two hard, stinging pops to your backside.

“Speak, cyar’ika, speak when Daddy tells you to.”

Maker you are just gone for him. You swallow the water that had gathered in your mouth at the rough handling and say clearly, full of need that that’s right, Daddy is a big bad man...your big bad man...and you even elaborate on how you love him so for it. Wetting your lips you rock against him as he basks in your obedience and drinking in his soft moan like wine, your lips rubbing against his.

“Let me massage you Daddy...I said I would...cmon. Please? Let me help?” The groan Boba emits tells you that he’s thinking of something else now, something with him on top but before he can open his mouth to give an order your bratty, slightly manipulative side comes out and you use your saccharine please Daddy do this for me or I’ll be oh so sad voice to plead to him.

“Oh please Daddy? Let me make you feel better. You said yourself you’re tired! You need a rest, just a brief one and then...” You untie your robe and let it fall, your whole body bare to him now, causing the erection between you to pulse. Your fingertips graze his throat as you tilt his face up towards yours and bite his lower lip teasingly. “You can massage my insides with that big cock of yours~ How’s that sound?”

Judging by the growl in his throat and chest- Boba likes the idea very much, and you have to fight to keep the smirk off your face. Drawing on some confidence just to tease him more you get off his lap and order him to strip and lay on the soft king sized bed the two of you shared. You could see his brown eyes narrow, debating on whether or not to just grab you and throw you on the bed and mount you like a fucking animal, but when he stood something popped in his shoulder audibly...and he stripped without a word.

The control you had over your face slipped and your grin shined out in full force as your older boyfriend complied to your demands. Really he was just a big softy with as much love to give as he had muscles and cute love handles. While he disrobed you found the bottle of massage oil he’d brought you back from one of his excursions that had multiple uses when came to making things easier, and fluffed the pillow in the middle of the bed that he always used. Your bed was so nice and so soft with lots of room for the two of you and yet Boba always slept in the middle, arms right around you and you near the edge facing the bathroom.

But you didn’t mind, you thought as you watched him lay down on his stomach with his head cradled by the now fluffy pillow and his tan body stretched out of the dark sheets. However he wanted to sleep-even if he sometimes squeezed too hard during a dream-was fine with you, as long as you were together.

‘Not gonna stand around all afternoon lookin’ at my ass are you?” You blinked and focused on Boba who was now smirking at you.

“Pbbbbt,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “No of course not! But if I was, who could blame me? It is a wonderful sight.” You climbed onto the bed as he chuckled. Knowing it would be uncomfortable for him and his still hard cock if you sat on his hips, you opted to sit more on his juicy ass instead. He hummed at the weight of you and relaxed into the pillow.

“Well if you think so it must be true,” he mumbles, “you are almost always right little Dove.”

“I am always right,” you corrected, dribbling the ever warm oil onto his broad back. He purred, and you knew it was because of the oil, but you liked to think it was because of you so you smirked. “That’s what I thought~”

You went to work then on his sore muscles, flexing your own to work the knots out with your skilled hands. Boba let his noises out freely as you worked; grunting, groaning, moaning and even at times whimpering with your palms smoothing over every inch of him you could reach.

The sun had sunk a bit by the time you were done and Boba rolled onto his back so you could finally straddle his hips. The evidence of your arousal from massaging him and his cute little noises was pressed against his balls. Your hands were on his chest and he was smoothing his own up your back slowly, sending shivers up your spine.

“My Dove...,” Boba starts on a soft sigh, his hands pulling down now to your hips to begin a gentle rocking. His cock was hardening again between the two of you and your own arousal was growing each second. “You love such a man like me? Old, a bit chubby, scarred?”

A soft sigh escaped you at the rocking, finally just a little bit of the release you had been craving since his return. You looked deeply, lovingly into Boba’s beautiful eyes. To you he was the most beautiful man in the galaxy, no matter how much he complained about his aching joints or how he was too old for you.

“Oh silly Daddy...” You sighed, taking the bottle of oil one more time and drizzling just a little on his perfect cock before taking it in your hand. His eyes darken as he watches you tilt your hips and line thick head of him up with your hole, his large hands gripping your hips tightly with anticipation. Taking the head of his cock you slap it against your hole before popping it inside and sinking down so slowly you knew his hands were going to leave bruises from gripping you so tight.

Once he was fully seated inside you you rotated your hips and opened your eyes just enough to give him a heady look. “As if I was destined for anyone else...”

You managed a wink before succumbing fully to your want for your lover, the fire he’d been stoking now turning into a raging storm with his thickness stretching you out perfectly. You both reached for each other at the same time and your mouths collided hotly as you bounced on him at an already quick pace. No time to adjust fully, fuck, Maker it just felt so good to be impaled on him again that you were frantic and starving for it. Teeth clashed, fingernails marks were definitely being left in sensitive areas and after just a minute or so you pulled away from the messy kissing to angle yourself better and slam onto Boba.

Your head was thrown back beautifully as you screamed your devotion to him, to his perfect fucking cock that was literally making you drool even while you were split open by it. Boba growled seeing the slick moisture on your lips and he sat up, yanking you close with a strong hand on the back of your neck. His hips met a bounce of yours and you cried out-only to have the noise muffled by a big thumb in your mouth. His other arm was right around you waist, keeping you on him but unmoving.

“That’s my sweet baby...suck on Daddy’s thumb...yeah just like that-fuck.” Even cockdrunk you knew how to work your lover up, sucking on his thumb dutifully and as enthusiastically as you did your favorite appendage of his. You even took his one hand in both your smaller ones to bring the digit further inside and you could swear Boba pulsed so hard inside you you thought he’d finished for a second.

He pushed down on your tongue hard and dragged your jaw with him, and much to your initial chagrin and then immediate arousal, let a long stream of drool pool out and fall where you were connected with him. You moaned at the filth of it and at the complete submissive state you were in. Literally, you were in the palm of Boba Fett’s hand.

Boba groaned and smirked at you, looking at the wet spot and then back at you. “Such a good pet aren’t you? I love it when you get me soaked little one~”

Maker you felt like exploding right then! But he wasn’t done with you, oh no. He pulled his thumb from your obscenely wet mouth, sucked your salvia from it and then rolled, pulling out of you with a wet echoing sound. He easily manhandled you with your hips popped up and grabbed your pillow to bury your face in. He slid back home with no resistance and you moaned freely, your eyes rolling back and your lower lip getting caught between your teeth.

“Mmmmm my sweet little pet...such a good slut for me aren’t you? Always so needy...so ready for Daddy to come home and take care of you...” As he spoke he’d started thrusting into you, gaining in speed. “Fuck...baby, I love you so fucking much, so, fucking, much!”

Now he was straight pummeling you. Your voice was going to be nonexistent when he was through with you if this kept up, your nails digging into your pillow so hard your knuckles were white and you could do nothing but spread your legs wider for him like the slut he’d called you. You were Boba Fett’s personal slut, his little Dove and his soulmate-nothing in the galaxy could be better than this.

As he neared his end he made sure to drag the fat head of his cock along those special spots inside you he knew so well while his mouth bit and sucked on the external spots until your toes curled so tightly he joked that they may never uncurl, the smug bastard. His lips found your neck again in a sweet spot as he bent over you, slamming so deep inside you could taste his precum on your tongue.

“Cum for me baby,” he murmurs, callused thumbs flicking over your nipples before one palm encloses over your throat and squeezes the sides deliciously. “Cum for Daddy little one.”

It was no question, no suggestion, it was a demand. And like the good Little you could be when you wanted, you obeyed. One last scream was ripped from your throat as you were pushed off that ledge into white hot pleasure so perfect it enveloped your whole body. Boba held you as you became tense and then limp, his own release coming not far after yours (not surprising given how hard your insides had been squeezing him) and as always overfilling you in a way you could only describe as obscenely delicious.

“Good job little Dove. I’m so proud.” Came a voice from above and behind you. You knew it was Boba, you knew yet somehow a little voice in your head thought it was the Maker talking to you. Your lips quirked in a little smile as exhausted gasps left your now limp body, only held up by Boba’s hands and his cock that was still pumping cum into you. You felt lips along your neck so lovingly and you sighed contentedly.

“I love you...” you whispered, beginning to fall asleep with him still cradled inside you.

He chuckled softly and kissed the tip of your ear, rubbing your back soothingly before very slowly sliding out of you.

“I love you too baby...go to sleep. I’ve got you.”

It would be hours before you woke, cleaned up and tightly nestled into Boba’s arms as always with the two of you so close it was like you had been born that way. And when you did you squeezed his middle tightly enough for him to softly grunt and then settled back with him, feeling for all the galaxy like you were the luckiest person alive because no one could love you like Boba Fett. And you couldn’t imagine loving anyone else.

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write-orflight · 4 years

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Trouble: Chapter 4

*Gif not mine*

Pairings: HotchxReader

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Rating: M

Words: 3.8K

Warnings: SMUT, Oral sex(male receiving), fingering, choking, slight degradation, dom/sub overtones. mention of past rape/abuse. witch shit.

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: After Haley’s passing, Aaron Hotchner has lost the light in his eyes. He seems to find it it the most unlikely of places, an occult themed coffee shop ran by a witch.

A.N: If you don’t like smut, i’d skip some paragraphs but not the whole thing because there’s some major plot points. Tarot, wicca, and crystal information is very secondhand if you see any inaccuracies, no you don’t.

Chapter 4: I been facing trouble almost all my life

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Hotch asks, immediately standing when he heard the crash of the phone.

You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t tell hotch about that period of your life, you guys just got to the place you wanted to be at for quite some time. Charlie couldn’t do this to you again, you couldn’t let him fuck more of your life up.

“Oh nothing, butter fingers sorry.” You say, plastering a smile on. Hotch doesn’t believe you, you can tell he doesn’t but he doesn’t ask questions either.

After talking for another hour, Hotch kisses you goodbye, knowing somethings off but not saying anything. You head upstairs and relieve Silena of her duties, promising her details of the night tomorrow. Once you see her out, you instantly crawl into your daughter’s bed.

“Mama?” She says groggily.

“Yea honey, it’s me.”

She nods sleepily before laying her head on your chest. You run your hands through her hair watching her sleep for a spell.

Charlie couldn’t take this from you.

You won’t let him.

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It’s been a couple months since the phone call and things were honestly going good, scary good. Business was booming, a famous blogger had stumbled upon your shop by accident and posted about it since then you and Silena seemed to have your hands so full with hipsters and entitled elitists that you needed a full time sitter. You didn’t like it but money was money.

You and Hotch were also doing good. He finally took you on that date, which was dinner at a small Italian restaurant. He looked at you in shock as you rattled off the menu items in perfect pronunciation. You just shrugged explaining that you worked at an Italian bakery through college, which is where you learned the language and most of the recipes you used in the shop today.

Both of you didn’t account for weather though and as soon as you left the restaurant it began to pour. Hotch gave you his suit jacket to cover your hair as the two of you bolted across the parking lot to his car. The original plan was to just wait out the rain until it was safe enough for you to both drive home but what ended up happening was the two of you making out like teenagers in the backseat of his car.

It’s been about two months since then and while he’s gone a lot on cases he seems to still make time for you and, by proxy, Artie. The weekends the both of you had free were spent at the park with your kids who got along swimmingly. Artemis had the same personality as you in that sense, nice and outgoing. It was no surprise that she’d befriended Jack in a matter of days despite his shy demeanor.

You were still worried about Charlie. You tried not to be but you couldn’t help it. You had already moved multiple times because of him you couldn’t do it again. You had the shop, Artie was finally at that age where she was old enough to remember so she needed stability and now you had Aaron, who had already lost so much you couldn’t be another thing he lost. So you issued a new deal that gave any law enforcement officer 50% off a coffee order. Was it the best for your bank in the long run? No, but it gave you and Artie the protection you needed so he wouldn’t think of trying anything. That didn’t stop the threatening notes and phone calls though despite everything.

You had finally decided though you weren’t going to run. Not this time.

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You’d never been inside the FBI building before and until today you never had an excuse to. But since Artie was with her sitter all day and you had the time you decided you’d take a long lunch and come see Hotch.

You got off the elevator 2 carriers of coffee in tow, figuring it’d be rude to bring Hotch something and not the others. As you walk into the bullpen the first person to take notice of you is Spencer.

“Hey, Y/N. What’re you doing here?”

“I thought I’d surprise Hotch with lunch and you guys with coffee.” You smile, handing the coffee carriers to him as he makes grabby hands at them. You take out the two cups you knew were yours and Aaron’s. “Where is his office?”

Spencer points to the catwalk above you. “Upstairs, his door is the open one.” You mouth your thanks as you head up the stairs and into the opened door of the office, rapping quietly on the door to announce your presence. Hotch looks up annoyed but when he sees it's you his face softens a bit. He gestures to the phone he’s talking into and a chair for you to sit and wait. You close the door behind you and walk in silently placing the cup you brought in with you in front of him silently. He gives you a gracious look while you sit quietly in the chair across from him as he finishes his conversation.

You’d never seen Hotch at work so you’ve seen him like this. You always knew he had an authoritative energy, but you’ve never seen him like this in his element, in charge. Your eyes slowly pan up the charcoal suit he was wearing, broad chest and shoulders ridged with stress. You watched his stern expression get more annoyed by whoever he was on the phone with as he blew heavy exasperated breaths through his nose.

He was angry. You could tell.

But for some reason it was incredibly hot to you.

“I’m not compromising when it comes to my team, now Goodbye.” He said, angrily slamming the phone into the receiver. He pinches the bridge of his nose, obviously frustrated. You decide to lean forward placing your fingers in the aforementioned hand. He instantly looks up and fully laces your hands together, pulling your hand up so he could kiss the swell of your knuckles.

“Hey, dove.” Your heart swells a bit at the pet name, still not fully used to the development of your relationship despite being together for months. “What’re you doing here?”

“The shop was pretty slow and Malia is watching Bean. I figured I’d take a long lunch to come see you. Is it a bad time?” You ask.

“I’ll always make time for you.” He says. Hotch didn’t have many regrets but one of the major gut-wrenching ones was the fact that he drove Hayley away and made her feel unloved because he couldn’t tear himself away from work. And while you were very understanding, in fact much more understanding and patient than she was, he wasn’t going to do that ever again.

“You’re angry though.” You say, stating the obvious.

“I was.”

“Can I ask why?”

“It’s just… my boss doesn’t like me very much and because of that she puts the team under unneeded scrutiny.” He sighs, waving his hand. “I don’t want to bore you with that though, how was your day?”

You shrug. “You know it’s just coffee, so uneventful. And you don’t bore me, if something’s stressing you out, I wanna hear about it.” You look him in the eye, thumb moving over his knuckles. “I wanna help.”

Hotch sighs again. “It’s just, when Hayley was killed my judgement was clouded for a while. I was angry and I was taking unnecessary risks that were ultimately damaging to the team. I realize that now but not soon enough because Strauss is still on me about everything. And I’m trying to work on my anger about stuff like that but obviously when my abilities as a leader are questioned every 5 minutes, it’s hard.”

You ran your thumb up and down his knuckles the whole time he ranted. You get up to circle his desk before standing in front of his chair, leaning back against the edge of the desk “Can I give you something?” You ask.

“If it’s another rock, I’m going to have to get a chest to put them all at some point, having them on my desk is taking up space now.” He laughs.

“I think we’ve established it’s always going to be a rock, Aaron.” You reach into your pocket. “I actually carry this on me all the time and maybe it’ll help you too. This is raw aquamarine. Because it’s water based it’s used for it’s cooling energy. Sometimes to calm anger, sometimes to provide wisdom in conflict.” Aaron holds out his left palm, knowing the drill by now. “Please be used as a conduit of peace.” You say, before handing the stone to him.

“Thank you, dove.” He says, placing the crystal next to the others. “You said you carry this one all the time?”

“Yea.”

“Why?”

You sigh. “I used to have a really bad anger problem. Raw aquamarine helped me with it?”

“You...had an anger problem?” He said, extremely confused. “You? I’ve never even seen you angry.”

“That’s because you haven’t done anything but make me happy, Mr. Hotchner.” You smile, leaning down to kiss him which he instantly reciprocates. “Also, you haven’t seen me drive, I have real bad road rage.” You laugh.

“Well, thank you for the stone. I don’t think it’ll help my situation but it’s worth a shot.” He says.

“Well, there is another way to absolve some of your anger.”

“And what’s that?” He asks.

“You could take it out on someone.” You say, looking him directly in the eye. You notice his pupils darken extremely. “I don’t mind.”

“When do you have to go back to the shop?” He asks, standing from the chair so he’s towered over you now, the desk still blocking you from being able to back away from him.

“I have another 45-50 minutes before Silena calls.” You look back at him innocently.

“Lock the door and close the blinds, please.” He says, you don’t have to be told twice before you are squirming from under him to do just that. Once you do that you look back at Hotch who is gesturing for you to come closer which you do.

“Are you sure you want this, dove? I know we haven’t done anything like this yet.” He asks you, you nod fast. “And you’ll tell me the second I do something that makes you uncomfortable?”

“Yes, Aaron.” You say, practically whining. “Please, I need you.”

Aaron instantly sweeps you into a deep passionate kiss that’s already leaving you groaning as his tongue sweeps across your bottom lip. He presses impossibly close to you and you feel him erect against your side. His hands travel up your sides and under your shirt slipping a hand into your bra, unhooking it before toying with your nipple. You moan loudly as his lips trail down your jaw sucking bite marks into your neck.

“Fuck, look at you.” He says, lowly in your ears. “Already so desperate and loud for me when I’ve barely touched you.” You can’t help moan at that too, touching him everywhere your hands can reach. “I’m going to have to shut you up somehow, huh?” He says, you whimper slightly and he grins, devilishly at you. “Get on your knees for me, baby.” He says, and you nod fast before settling on your knees for the man before you.

For a minute he just looks at you, studying you as if this was going to be the only time he’d see you like this. You watch him with hooded eyes as his hands go to his belt buckle and fly, revealing himself to you. You’re agape for a second trying not to drool he was certainly bigger than you’ve ever had. He tilts your chin up slightly so you can look him in the eye easily.

“You want to make me feel good, right?” He says, you nod. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, Sir.” You say, breathy.

“Then do so.” He says, you nod before grabbing his member in your hand. Flattening your tongue to lick up the underside. He groans, grabbing the side of your head, pushing himself further into the warm heat of your mouth. He goes slow at first, testing the waters, trying to make sure you won’t freak out on him but soon enough he hears and more importantly he feels you moan. He grips your hair tighter before more forcefully shoving himself into your mouth. You have no choice but to flatten your tongue and take the assault, squeezing your legs together for some form of friction.

“Look at you, so desperate to please. You wanna make me cum, dove?” He says, voice straining as he nears his end. You answer his question by sucking him harder, inducing a groan from the man. You start to feel him twitch on your tongue. “Fuck yes, that’s my good girl. Take it all.” He says, releasing himself into the back of your throat. You swallow quickly before leaning back on your knees looking up at him putting himself back in his slacks.

“Come here.” He says, you stand up instantly and he cups your jaw, kissing you harshly before moving you until you’re seated on the edge of his desk. He reattaches his lips to your neck automatically going for that spot behind your ear you can’t help the groan that leaves you as you feel one of his hands undoing your pants. He doesn’t waste any time undressing you, just brings his hand into pants, cupping your heat.

“You’re so wet for me already, dove?” He runs a finger up your slit before pressing inside you. A gasp that dissolves into a loud moan rips through your body. He grabs your jaw roughly with his other hand so you’ll meet his lips. His tongue running over the roof of your mouth as he slipped a second finger inside of you, curling slightly to hit that spot inside of you every thrust. You try to keep quiet but the moans and whimpers keep slipping out involuntarily. Aaron’s hand moves from your jaw to your neck, tightening slightly.

“If you can’t keep quiet, I’m going to stop.” He says, looking deep into your eye as his thumb circles your clit. Your eyes roll back at the sensation. “You want everyone to hear you? Hear how desperate and needy you are for me?” You shake your head as much as you can with his tight grip around your throat. Trying to keep quiet as you felt yourself coming close to the edge. “No, I think you do. If we had the time, I’d bend you over this desk and fuck you like the needy slut you are. You’d want that wouldn’t you, dove? You want me to fill you up?”

You nod, hips moving fast to meet his hand. “Yes, Sir.” You say, brokenly as you approached the edge. Hotch groans in response, hand tightening around your throat again.

“Fuck, next time, Angel.” He says, thrusting his fingers faster now. “Now I need you to cum, Princess. Go ahead, let go.” You bite down on your own hand to keep quiet as your orgasm washes through you then, not knowing you were waiting on permission. Hotch rides you through it, only withdrawing when he hears you whine. He instantly pulls his fingers up to the seam of your lips, you open your mouth, inviting him in. He groans as he watches you suck them into your mouth, tongue rolling over them. He kisses you the second he pulls his fingers out.

“Are you okay?” He whispers. “I hope I wasn’t too rough on you.”

You shake your head, picking up your bra and shirt to put them back on. “No, I’m fine. You were great.” You say, leaning up to peck his cheek.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.” He says, with a dark look.

You pout. “I’ve gotta get back to the shop, Gus.”

“Can I come see you tonight then?” He asks, you nod, smiling. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

You stop in your tracks for a second. “We didn’t think this through, did we?” You say. “Everyone on your team is going to know exactly what we did.”

“Most likely, but I don’t care.” He smiles, pecking you on the cheek before opening the door holding your hand as you guys walk toward the elevator.

“I do.” You mumble, he only laughs at you.

Later, you walk into the shop, hair that was down before now in a tight bun. You didn’t even bother trying to cover up the marks on your neck. It wasn’t like you had anything to cover it with and it was way too hot for scarves. Silena looks up from the book she was reading. Smirking when she sees your disheveled appearance.

“Have a good lunch?” She says.

You flush, walking back to put your apron on. “Yea, i-it was fine.” You paused before looking at her. “Your reading was right.” You say, inducing loud cackles from your best friend.

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Since you left, Hotch was having trouble thinking of anything that wasn’t you. After he saw how beautiful you looked losing control under him he knew he needed to see more. See just how much he could break you. He was just about getting ready to leave work when he got the call.

“SSA Hotchner speaking. Who is this?” He says, he didn’t recognize the number on the screen.

“Hey Hotch, This is Silena. I work with Y/N at HG.”

“I know who you are Silena, what’s wrong?” He says, knowing something had to be up for her to be calling him.

“Umm nothing yet, it’s just… Y/N’s ex is here and is camping in front of the store, I assume to catch her while she’s leaving… he’s not a good dude.” Hotch could make out some crashing behind her and someone he could only assume was Y/n yelling in very angry italian. “I just thought maybe if you came and flashed the badge a bit he’ll leave her alone.” he hears more yelling and crashing. “And you could save your girlfriend from a murder charge. Win-win.”

“I’m on my way.” He says.

“Great, come to the back door please.” Silena says hanging up.

Hotch knocks tentatively when he arrives at the back door, Silena lets him in with a small smile.

“Thanks for coming, Hotch.” We’re hiding out in the kitchen right now but he’s still banging on the front door. Luckily, we already locked for close so he couldn’t just walk in.” She says leading him to the kitchen where he sees you aggressively beating some dough. He looks back at Silena confused. “She’s pissed, sorry.”

“This is fucking ridicous!” You yell. “Lo fa sempre, cazzo. quel ratto bastardo! Non posso vivere un giorno in una fottuta pace. Lo ucciderò, cazzo.” (He always fucking does this. that rat bastard. I can't live one day in fucking peace. I'm going to fucking kill him.)

You turn and see Hotch who is looking back at you concerned. You level your angry gaze to Sil now. “I told you not to fucking call him.” You seeth. “You said you were calling Mike.”

“Yea, but I figured it’d be better if I called Hotch since he’s an actual Agent and Charlie will probably listen if he said fuck off.”

“I didn’t want you to call anyone. I wanted to handle it myself.”

“Yea by killing him. Which I’m obviously not going to let you do. You have a shop and daughter to worry about.”

“Un motivo in più per ucciderlo, cazzo! Non posso lasciarlo vicino a mia figlia!” (All the more reason to fucking kill him! I can't let him near my daughter)

“Hotch, can you please handle it so we can just go home?” Silena pleads with him. He gives you another worried look before walking out the front of the store. Where he sees a disgruntled poor shaped man banging on the front door.

Hotch opens the door slightly so the man could hear him “The shop is closed.” He says.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man spits. Instead of answering, Hotch just pulls out his badge.

“Since the shop is closed, you’re trespassing. I suggest you leave.”

“Look, I don’t know who the fuck you are. But I know that whore is in there and I’m not leaving until she comes out.”

As if on cue, you come out despite Silena trying very hard to hold you back, brandishing a rolling pin as a makeshift weapon.

“Get the fuck off my property, Charlie.”

“Where’s my kid, Y/N?”

“You don’t have a fucking kid! I have a kid!”

“I’m her father, I have a right to see her.”

“Vedrai prima le porte dell'inferno prima che ti permetta di avvicinarti a mia figlia!” (You will sooner see the gates of hell before I let you near my daughter!)

“You need to leave.” Aaron says, practically bodying the man out of the shop.

“I hope this shitshow shop is doing well because I’ll just take you to court, Y/N.” He yells while leaving.

“Oh yea, take me to court, stronzo! Let’s see what they decide. The mother with a successful business who raised her, or an abusive drunk!” You yell after him. “Fuck!” You yell, throwing the rolling pin deep into the shop thankfully not hitting anyone but putting a small dent into one of your paintings.

“Can you believe that fucking asshole wants to take me to court! Me?! I’m the one who should’ve taken him years ago if i wasn’t so fucking afraid.” You kick a chair over. “You shouldn’t have stopped me, I should’ve killed him.”

“Y/N, calm down. You don’t know what you're saying.” Aaron says. “It especially isn’t something you should be saying in front of an agent.”

“Considering you actually fucking killed the man who killed your ex-wife, you have no right to judge me for saying I want to kill my fucking rapist.” You snapped at him. You see the hurt expression come across his face. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, Aaron. That was a really shitty thing for me to say.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re right, I did do that and I don’t regret doing it.” Aaron grabs your hands, smoothing his finger over your knuckles, an action you had just done for him earlier that day. Which felt like lightyears away now. “I want to help you, Y/N, but I think… I think you need to tell me about it first.”

You sighed heavily. He was right, you knew everything about Aaron’s past.

It was only fair he knew everything about yours.

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youllallriseintheink · 3 years

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Like a Heart Needs a Beat, chapter 1.

Hello, everyone. This is part one of two of an Abby x Lacie story. The first chapter is pretty much just going to be pure fluff, and next chapter the ink-related angst will kick in.

This story, and the next two two-part shipping stories I write, will be “canon” to my version of events.

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It wouldn’t have been the first time that Bertrum had dragged Lacie to one of the parties he hosted, but that didn’t mean that she had to like it. She got it, she really did- Bertrum thought she deserved to experience the finer things in life (some of which, to be fair, Lacie did enjoy), and didn’t get that no amount of exposure would make her enjoy this. Still, as she was now, forced into a suit once owned by Bertrum’s son and listening to Bertrum trade compliments that were really insults (or whatever they were. They had a strange way of communicating with each other that Lacie didn’t think she wanted to understand) with his client while dozens of men were flirting with each others’ trophy wives in the background, she felt out of place and a little irritated at Bertrum for insisting she come. It was as Joey and Bertrum were getting especially petty that Lacie just had to look away, and across the room, Lacie saw a woman who looked twice as miserable as she was and only slightly more in-her-element.

Lacie approached her. It was a pretty girl, despite looking like she was completely done with this party. She was wearing a grey suit, clearly tailored for her, and had short, curly hair, dark eyes, clear, dark skin. Her body was pretty nice, too. Yeah, Lacie was going to do this.

“Hey,” Lacie said, “You look like you could use some air. Want me to show you a place where we can get away from the party for a while?”

The woman slowly turned her head to look at her. “Sure. Why not?” she replied without changing expression. Lacie would have to hope that would change and that the woman wasn’t just a natural sourpuss.

Lacie smiled. “Come with me.”

Bertrum was a nice man. He allowed Lacie to step out of parties when she needed to, and even gave her one heck of a place to go when she did: Bertrum’s bird room.

Bertrum loved birds. Bertrum raised birds. It was his favourite hobby. The bird room contained two cages of small, pet-store birds, a larger cage for his doves, and a number of nests for his other birds- three chickens, two ducks, a goose, a swan, and (out of place as they looked amongst the farm fowl) two peafowl. It was easy to keep so many pets when you could pay people to look after them. The bird room opened up to an outdoor enclosure, but this time of day they were all in their nests.

“Pretty cool, right?” Lacie said. “Wanna feed em’? I’m the host’s plus-one. Don’t worry, he won’t mind.”

The woman seemed pretty impressed. “Sure,” she replied.

Lacie showed her to the plastic barrel of dried corn in the corner. The birds crowded them, eager, which made them laugh.

After they’d spent a while feeding the birds, the woman had cheered up significantly, and so Lacie tried to make conversation.

“So. My name’s Lacie. And you know why I’m here. What’s your name, and why are you here? And why don't you want to be here? Because it's obvious you don't.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Abby Lambert. Nice to meet you, Lacie. I’m here because Joey Drew begged me to be his plus one so he wouldn’t have to come alone. And... instead of telling people that I was his friend or his coworker, or lying and telling people I was his girlfriend, he made up this lie that I’d won a contest to get to go with him. That I was his biggest fan. I’ll be honest- that pissed me off. He didn’t think it was right for his image, I guess."

“Oof, that sucks. You know, I’m just one of Bertrum’s engineers, and I don’t know an eighth of the high society stuff he does, but he would still never do that.”

“Thanks. And thanks for taking me out for some air.”

“No problem.”

It was a few more minutes of feeding birds before Lacie decided to throw her shot. “If Joey wants to be a jerk he can stay here on his own. Wanna get out of here?”

Abby looked Lacie up and down, and suddenly Lacie wished she were wearing something a little more revealing than this ill-fitting suit- especially since Abby’s was accentuating every curve of her body. But Abby clearly liked what she saw.

“Yeah. Yeah, that would be nice.”

The two took a cab to Abby’s apartment, where they spent the night.

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After the one-night stand, Abby had left Lacie her number. If one night was good, why not make it several? And then, Lacie had surprised her by asking her out. To an art museum.

“You like art, right? It’s not just a job? I mean, I wouldn’t want you taking me to a construction site.”

God, she was a dork. A muscular, handsome dork. Abby had to roll her eyes at herself for being so caught up on a woman, but she eventually broke down and asked Joey a few pointed questions during their lunch break a few days before the date. “So, Mr. Romantic- can you give me some tips about how to sweep a woman off her feet? I’m meeting someone tonight.”

Joey had smiled teasingly at her. “Oh, my. The ever-serious Abby Lambert is lovestruck!”

“You’re gross. It was good sex. That’s all.”

“Right. That’s why you came to me for advice. Well, I’d say just be natural. Be friendly, make jokes, find common interests, all that common-sense stuff. And then at the end of the night invite her over for some wine and radio, read her signs, and that’s when you start getting physical.” Joey suddenly went from smiling and talking with his hands to being much more serious. “Oh, and... I’m sorry about the other night. You know how it is... I respect you, the art department respects you, but I can’t trust random people to do so, and I can’t avoid interacting with people who won’t.”

He didn’t even have to say that it was because she was a black woman. It was the same reason why Joey had promoted someone else ahead of her as head of the art department- he hadn’t trusted that the others would accept her authority. But, after she’d handled the art department while her ex-superior was on vacation and there hadn’t been any problems, Joey had snatched the promotion right out of his hands and put it in Abby’s. Not fair to the ex-head of the art department, but Joey rarely was. Even if he wasn’t perfect, though, he was still one of the few in this day and age who would hand a high position to her under any circumstance, and one of the few she could discuss her relationships with.

“Maybe we should just not talk about that. See you soon, Joey.” Why think about that when Abby had more cheerful things to think about?

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When Lacie showed up to the art museum, she was wearing a leather jacket, scuffed jeans, and heavy boots. She’d definitely stand out in a dainty place like this.

“So, do you know anything about art?” Abby asked as they went to the first section, which featured a number of surrealist paintings.

“Not a thing!” Lacie admitted, not at all ashamed. “Are you the type who likes to teach, or the type who just wants me to shut up and enjoy it on the level I’m at?”

“I... guess I wouldn’t mind explaining some things.”

“Okay. So, this one,” Lacie gestured at a painting of half-melted clocks hanging off of tree branches and the like. “It must represent something real deep, right?”

“Well, there’s more to art than symbolism, and surrealist stuff doesn’t have to have a deeper meaning. But... maybe it means that time just melts away when you’re having fun.”

It was midnight before Abby was back in her apartment. The museum had closed before they’d felt like any time had passed, and so they’d gone for a walk together in the city and stopped at whatever shops caught their eyes. It had been fun.

Abby’s apartment was the apartment of a chronically single woman in her thirties who had made it. It was clean and organized, but not too clean and organized. It had a large window overlooking the city in the living room, and near it, an eisel had been set up, with a half-done painting on it of a sunset over a city skyline. There was a rack of oft-used wine glasses in the kitchen, lesser-used exercise equipment in the laundry room. Abby’s bedroom contained her collection of houseplants, two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and a closet full of suits her mom had tailored for her at a reduced cost.

Joey had always said that he never wanted to get married because he didn’t want to share space with anyone else. Abby had rolled her eyes and punched his arm for that. Joey was always coming up with reasons why he didn’t want a relationship, and none of them were true. Abby, on the other hand, had just assumed and accepted that it just wouldn’t happen. The chances were against it unless she made it a priority in her life, and she was focused on career and art. Could it really happen with this hooligan? It was hard to imagine letting her into this apartment- this apartment of a woman who had made it- on a permanent basis. But, maybe. Only time would tell.

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Things went from there. They continued to date for over a year. Abby taught Lacie how to draw, and Lacie taught Abby how to fight. They started spending more nights than not over at each other’s places. Joey still didn’t know about it, because Abby knew how jealous Joey got when it came to relationships. Shawn on the other hand definitely knew, and teased the hell out of Lacie for it and later came to Lacie for help with his own relationship once he got into one.

Christmas that year, Shawn had scrapped together enough funds to visit Ireland. This was a problem, because Shawn and Lacie usually spent their Christmases together. As per usual, Lacie didn’t have the means to visit her home state of Alpaccia, so it looked like it would be a lonely Christmas for her.

“You want to come visit my family?” Abby offered as Lacie had been complaining about it.

“Yeah. I’d love that,” Lacie admitted. She hadn’t had a Christmas with a real family in... well, a long time, at any rate.

Abby’s family consisted of her mother and her two-years older brother, who had brought a wife and two kids. The father had died in the war while Abby was a child. They had a traditional Christmas together- old Christmas records, decorating a tree, staying up late to play cards and chat once Abby’s niece and nephew were in bed until they could barely keep their eyes open, and then watching the kids open their presents in the morning.

It kind of hurt Lacie to see such a beautiful family, but it was nice, too. It hurt because she remembered having to go off to her friends’ houses when her parents were too high to remember to feed her. She remembered having to make her own doctor’s appointments at the age of nine, and running off to live with her big sister at fourteen. But it was still nice to be there, just because it was.

As they were packing up in the guest bedroom, Lacie started crying, and Abby took notice. She’d never seen her cry before.

“What’s wrong?

“Nothing,” she said, and thankfully Abby had left her alone about it.

It was a week later, after Lacie had had some time to think, that she made her offer. “Abby, I want to start a family with you. I know we can’t get married in the traditional sense, but we can get a place together, find some man to give us a kid, and stay together for the rest of our lives. I could even buy you a ring if you want. Do you wanna do this?”

Abby was awestruck. “Lacie... oh my God, yes. Let’s do it.”

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #abby lambert #lacie benton #lacie x abby #my fanfiction #joey drew #thanks to lovelykitten2017 for the Bertrum headcanon!#(the one of him owning lots of birds)

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1nsomniacwriter · 3 years

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Remus goes to therapy and Patton talks to Thomas

Part 5 of the Intrulogical Library AU

Let me know if you wanna be tagged

After hours of arguing it was agreed upon that Remus could have his therapy sessions in the library because Remus felt safe there and it would be easier for him to talk about everything there than it would in Emile’s office. In thirty minutes Remus would be heading to the library not to read but for his session. He decided to put on an outfit that would bring him comfort.

Settling on a green jean skirt, a black hoodie with the words ‘Fuck of I’m reading’ scarwled across the front in green calligraphy, black tights, and combats boots Remus was ready because what is better than a comfort outfit when he was going to talk about his emotions which he hated to do. With a heavy sigh Remus rose from his bean bag and opened the door when Logan knocked.

“Are you ready to go?” Logan asked.

“Yeah. Just let me grab Mortuus and Polypus,” Remus answered.

“Who?”

“Do you remember the octopus stuffed animal Roman gave me for my eight birthday?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s Polypus. It’s Latin for octopus.”

“How many languages do you speak?”

“Let’s see. I speak Italian, Russian, Romanian, Latin, Finnish, Portuguese, Norwegian, Scottish Gaelic, Japanese, and French. So ten.”

“That is extremely impressive.”

“Thanks Lo.”

They stopped in front of the library giant oak doors.

“Thanks for walking me over here. I probably would have ditched and hid in the imagination if you hadn’t,” Remus said.

“Of course,” Logan said.

“Well I had better go in,” Remus said.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. Patton called a meeting for Roman, Janus, Virgil, and I so I’ll see you later.” Logan said and left.

Remus took a deep breath and hugged Mortuus before shoving open the oak doors. He moved toward Emile who was sitting in front of Remus’ usual seat. A cup of lemon tea sat on the table next to Remus’ chair and a bowl of fruit sat in front of Mortuus pillow on the mantel. Remus set her down on the pillow and pulled Polypus out of his pocket. He sat down and waited for Emile to talk while fidgeting.

“Hello Remus,” Emile said after a moment.

“Hey Doc,” Remus said.

“So Logan finally convinced you to get help?”

“He made a compelling argument.”

“How did he manage to do that?”

“By explaining to me why he couldn’t help me himself since my mind was working against me making it impossible for me to believe he truly wants to help me. He pointed out that due to my abandonment and trust issues I have a hard time opening up and he can’t help if I don’t. He said that if I got professional help I might be able to open up more to him and the others so they could help me too.”

“So you have admitted you need the help?”

“For the most part.”

“Alright do you want to focus on your abandonment or trust issues first? We’ll work on your self esteem at a later date.”

“Could we start with my abandonment issues because they led to my trust issues?”

“Alright. We’ll use Young Justice since you understand the characters to explain. Now who would you say abandoned you first?”

“Roman. He left first and took Logan with him after we split into light and dark sides.”

“Would you say it was anything like when Jade left Artemis?”

“I guess. She left for a different reason that Roman left me.”

“And why do you think Roman left you?”

“Because I had no filter or self control making me unbearable to be around. I was gross and loud. No one likes to be around someone like that.”

“Yet he loves to be around you now?”

“I wouldn’t say love more like tolortates my presence.”

“Then why would he now seek out your company?”

“I don’t know.”

“Alright I want you to compare your relationship to your brother to a DC familial relationship.”

“I would say he’s like Dick and I’m Damien,” Remus said after a moment.

“And why is that?” Emile asked.

“I guess it’s because despite how much we fight we still love eachother even if I don’t think he does at times,” Remus eventually said after thinking the question over.

“So you admit he does care?”

“I-I suppose” Remus said after a moment's hesitation.

“Okay now how do you feel about Roman and the fact that he is trying to get to know you again?” Emile asked.

Remus took a sip of his tea and thought over the question. How did he feel about Roman’s effort to be a good brother.

“It makes me happy but I’m still upset that he abandoned me in the first place and I don’t know how to tell him that it still hurts because I know he’s trying to do better and I don’t want to lose him again or sound ungrateful that he is trying,” Remus said after a few minutes.

“And that is a perfectly valid thing to feel Remus but I think you need to tell Roman that you are still upset,” Emile said and pet Mortuus, “You can feel this way. He left you because of something you had no control over but he’s not leaving again. I can promise you that. I can also guarantee he missed you too.”

It continued on like this. Emile picking apart Remus' feelings about everything happening with his brother and helping him understand why he felt that way. Meanwhile Patton was explaining to everyone that he wanted to convince Thomas to accept Remus. Everyone was on board so they rose up in the living room to find Thomas playing video games.

“Ummm… did something happen?” Thomas asked.

“Everything is adequate Thomas, we just wish to speak to you about Remus,” Logan answered.

“Okayyy,” Thomas said, pausing the video game and setting down the controller.

“Before we start I just wanted to say please keep an open mind Thomas,” Logan said.

“Alright? What’s going on?” Thomas said.

“We wanted to talk to you about accepting Remus,” Patton said.

“Wait… what?” Thomas said.

“Over the last couple of months we have spent more time all together and we as a whole think it would be best for everyone including yourself to accept Remus as a part of yourself,” Logan explained.

“Why?” Thomas asked.

“Because we were wrong about him, especially me,” Patton said.

“Patton, my darling dove, I thought I said to blame yourself,” Janus said.

“Right sorry,” Patton said.

“Remus means no harm. He can’t control the thoughts,” Roman said.

“Okay. Can I talk to him before I decide?” Thomas asked.

“I was actually hoping to not have to bother him. He’s in a therapy appointment right now,” Patton said.

“Umm alright,” Thomas said rubbing his neck, “I think I can accept him but can you tell me about him?”

“Sure,” Roman said and sat down.

“He doesn’t have an opossum named Mortuus that Virgil and I didn’t help raise,” Janus said.

“He is multilingual and speaks ten langues,” Logan said.

“He is a huge DC nerd,” Virgil said.

“He loves octopie and used to want one as a pet but I think he is far happier with Mortuus,” Roman said.

“He loves to read and write,” Patton said.

“His favorite color isn’t jade green,” Janus said.

“He adores psychology,” Logan said.

“He started learning Latin right after the split as a distraction,” Virgil said.

“He can actually cook really well when he tries,” Patton said.

“His favorite flavor isn’t lemon,” Janus said.

“He is surprisingly organized because it helps with his intrusive thoughts,” Logan said.

“He likes to clean and blast music when his mind gets too loud,” Virgil said.

“He does the dishes every night because he likes to play with the bubbles,” Patton said.

As they listed things about Remus Thomas began to accept Remus. His room shifted to the lighter side of the mindscape. Things were going to be better and Remus would never feel left out again they would make sure of it.

#intrulogical #platonic intrulogical #platonic dlampr #prinxiety #moceit #roman sanders sides #virgil sanders sides #remus sanders sides #logan sanders sides #janus sanders sides #patton sanders sides #mortuus the opossum #intrulogical library au #rem writes

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Hello! I was wondering what sort of requirements pigeons would have and the whole breeds thing. (Sorry long ask) How much room would a pidge need? Like cage size and also, how would one go about excersizing them? Do you reccomend letting them fly free for the day and come back at night? Would they possibly get hurt or catch a disease/parasites out there? Are they expensive to keep? And what breeds are the most friendly/affectionate? Thank you :) 1/2

You know how some dogs have been bred to look nice but have a multitude of health problems (ie pug, chihuahua, great dane ,dachshund ect) does that happen in pigeons too? And if so, how does one know which might be genetically predisposed to getting problems later on or just generally wont have the best quality of life? 2/2

Whuf!

These are really broad questions. I’ll have to break them down and answer ne at a time, so I apologize in advance for the length of time it will take me to get this ask out.

“How much room would a pidge need? Like cage size...”

Pigeon breeds range in size from the tiny Valencian Figurita and Portuguese tumblers (vying constantly to be the worlds smallest breed) to the literally chicken sized Giant Runt.

So the amount of space required depends on the breed’s size and energy level.

Homers are about the average.

Here is an old picture from before the loft’s redesign of two of my breeding pair in their pens.

These are labrador sized dog crates, outfitted with a rabbit’s corner litter pan as a nest box and a garden stake cut to length as a perch.

Pigeons need flat perches because they are cliff nesters. Round ones like branches or dowels hurt their feet.

If yours is going to be a house pet, the cage should be what a crate is for dogs: A safe place to sleep or wait for you to get home until it learns the house rules.

Pigeons are intensely social birds that are happiest with the freedom of motion to come see you when they want, and go occupy themselves when they don’t want company.

The nice thing about pigeons is that they don;t need to be all over you all the time. They are independent enough to go do their own thing, but want to be able to come check on or spend time with you.

Which dovetails nicely into your next question: “how would one go about exercising them?”

A pigeon allowed to free range indoors will exercise themself plenty.

If you cannot let them free range the entire house, letting them out in your bedroom while you are home will be fine for most breeds.

“Do you reccomend letting them fly free for the day and come back at night?”

Absolutely not!

“Would they possibly get hurt or catch a disease/parasites out there?”

That possibly could be turned all the way up to a guarantee.

Performance breeds like racers, rollers, and tumblers are over bred to make up for the losses during training flights from inclement weather getting a bird lost, hawks snatching them out of the air, and diseases picked up from wild birds and brought back.

“Are they expensive to keep?”

After the initial cost for set up and the vet check to make sure they don’t have parasites and aren’t ill, the upkeep for a few is shockingly cheap.

You can get a lab sized kennel for $50-70. If you want an even bigger space, Great Dane kennels are about $80.

You can buy a wooden garden stake from pretty much any hardware store for about $5.

The bunny corner box is not required if you aren’t breeding. Pigeons will just as happily use a dollar store dog bowl to nest in.

My vet bill for a new bird is $70: $35 for the exotics wellness exam, $20 for a throat swab, and $15 for a fecal test.

I expected feral and lost birds to have lice, worms, parasites, and infections, but was floored when every single show bird I ever purchased from breeders did too!

You’re better off in the long run assuming something needs to be healed, cleaned out, or cleared up and just finding out from the vet as soon as they get there what needs treating.

Clear it out then, and an inside bird is pretty well set.

You can buy 50lbs of feed for $20 at Tractor supply.

And 50lbs of calcium supplements for $11.

I have 36 pigeons and 2 ringneck doves right now, so 50lbs lasts me a little over a week.

But a single bird will eat off of that for over half a year.

“And what breeds are the most friendly/affectionate?”

Most of the Exhibition breeds are pretty friendly, but from most to least kennel space, here are the ones I have enjoyed the most hands on:

Utility kings

These are the size of chickens and will need a LOT of flight time.

They are a meat breed, so they are genetically predisposed to docility, but also obesity.

They do best free roaming the house full time. It’s really hard to find a cage big enough to comfortably accommodate them.

Giant Homers

Utility kings are a squabbing breed, designed for constant production of big squabs, so they are more bird-shaped than the Giant Homer, which was bred to be eaten as an adult, and then for the aesthetic of a fat round bird.

Like the Utility King, Giant Homers are known for their mellow, gentle temperaments. But after having worked with them for a few years, it seems mostly to be that they are simply too big and heavy to evade effectively, and they know it.

Along with being prone to obesity, their sheer weight puts tremendous pressure on their feet and they can develop huge, painful calluses.

I like my mixes better than their purebred parents, because they inherited the temperament with out the bulk that causes painful or dangerous health issues.

Lahore

Named for the city in Pakistan where they were developed, the Lahore is a huge, gorgeous bird.

Their wing span more then the size of their actual body makes them difficult to cage, so it’s best they have the run of at least a bedroom.

these are laid back and mellow, but not exactly touch me birds. If one gets on your shoulder or in your lap, feel honored.

Frillbacks

For the same reason as the Lahore, Frillbacks can be difficult to pen indoors.

An individual can be happy in a Great Dane sized kennel, but frankly won’t fit comfortably into anything smaller.

These are very laid back, not especially flighty, and quite friendly. Young birds are very much cuddle bugs, and the individual pictured still comes up to me to nurse between my fingers.

No known associated health issues, but individuals with especially long muffs can stay especially still because the shaft of the feather under the skin of their feet is bigger around than the bones of their toes, making walking painful.

Show standards require large muffs, so it can be hard to find them with muffs like Bean’s here.

There is one breeder that raises hers with short muffs and entirely clean legged. I’ll be happy to link you.

Voorburg Shield Cropper

These leggy, slender birds are a pain to house because of their height, but the only breed I know of with points taken off in the show standard if they are not friendly enough to try to court the judges.

This sweet flamboyant temperament makes them an absolute delight to work with!

These are the first on the list with no known health issues associated with the breed.

Show Type Racing homer

This is an elegant exhibition breed, easy to house in the example set up we discussed at the beginning of the ask.

They are bulkier than racing homers or flying type show homers, VERY tightly feathered.

This is a wonderfully sweet tempered breed that tends not to be especially flighty.

Some of that is due to the sheer bulk of its musculature, but most of it does genuinely seem to be temperament.

Old Dutch Capuchine

These have a reputation for being docile, but I have found them to be quite flighty.

Mixes incorporating this breed, though, tend to be quite bold and out going.

Racing Homer

This is the most commonly available pigeon breed.

Bred for endurance racing, this is a very high energy bird that needs a LOT of time out of the pen to fly.

They have the strongest immune system and highest intelligence of any of the pure breeds.

though some individuals can be hair-trigger flighty, this breed is keenly intelligent and highly curious, and those individuals can learn to overcome their flightiness if their handler can learn to be aware enough of their comfort levels not to startle them with too-quick motion.

Lucerne Peak Crest

Named, like the Lahore, after the city in Switzerland where the breed was developed.

The Lucerne is an extremely temperature hardy breed.

It’s among what are called the Owl Breeds; small, compact breeds with short to mid length beaks, round faces, and large, round eyes.

Most of the owl breeds are mellow and sweet tempered, boldly curious, and not generally prone to be flighty.

Their beaks being a little short makes their nasal slit narrow and the opening to their sinuses wide, so small seeds like Millet can get stuck in the nasal cavity of some individuals.

Classic Old Frill

Oh, this is my favorite purebred.

The total pidge package: Small, friendly, shockingly beautiful, devoted parents.

There is absolutely everything to love about this wonderful cuddle bug breed.

Nun

These are a gorgeous breed, often described as being friendly because they are not smart enough to be wary.

They are unspeakably awful parents, prone to literally treating their eggs like an especially large, uncomfortable poop.

Old German Owl

Another absolute delight of a charming little Owl breed.

These are as stubborn as they are sweet tempered, which can make them a really fun challenge to train.

These are cuddle bugs, for the most part.

Chinese Owl

These are tiny little clouds that range from intensely curious and strongly treat motivated to absolute refusal to have anything to do with anything even remotely human shaped with very little in between.

Small and easy to house.

Portuguese Tumbler

This is a tiny bird, not much taller than a conure.

They are bred purely for aerial performance, so this is a SUPER high energy breed that, like the racing homer, needs a LOT of out time.

They are very bold in their friendliness, eager to check up on you and steal a cheek-smooch before zooming off to resume doing their own thing.

Unfortunately, their breed standard requires their back toe not to touch the ground. They go on tippy toes when they are happy, excited, or relaxed, which makes something like a human hand or shoulder physically difficult to balance on, and there for uncomfortable to stand on.

So trying to pet one throws their balance and stresses them severely.

Mixes with stronger feet are thrilled to have the affectionate attention of human flock mates.

Valencian Figurita

The tiniest owl breed, currently just barely winning out over the Portuguese tumbler.

It’s known for its trapezoidal head shape and upright stance.

This is a bold, plucky little bird that in my experience loves shoulders. ^v^

They are bred a little too small, though, tending to only lay one egg to a clutch, with many dying in the shell with out space for the peep to develop.

Their hatchlings are often given to ringneck doves to foster.

“You know how some dogs have been bred to look nice but have a multitude of health problems (ie pug, chihuahua, great dane ,dachshund ect) does that happen in pigeons too?”

Oh, god, you would not believe the number of pigeon breeds that aren’t even bird shaped!

There are nearly twice as many severely distorted breeds as fit, bird shaped ones.

Check the Modern art Pigeons tag.

“And if so, how does one know which might be genetically predisposed to getting problems later on or just generally wont have the best quality of life?”

Pippin is a feral pigeon.

This is about the closest you can get to the base line natural shape of the species Columba livia.

The more pigeon-shaped the breed, the better.

Ferals are, genetically, a blend of the homers, rollers, and tumblers that survived getting lost on training tosses or during performances.

Here is Wilson, another purebred Racing homer.

Because this breed is designed to fly marathons literally hundreds of miles, it’s a lot more compact and muscular than Ferals and genuinely wild Rock Doves, who only need to fly as far as it takes to find enough to eat in a day.

The farther off this base line you go, the less physically fit the breed.

The American Fantail is an especially heinous train wreck.

Its chest is out thrust over its head, its neck curves parallel to its spine, and its head is propped up by its own tail feathers.

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Their skeleton is permanently stuck in that shape.

Parlor rollers are bred with a combination of neuromuscular defects that throw their balance when ever they flap their wings, sending them into a panic as they flail to right themselves.

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Parlor Tumblers have a less severe version of the same group of deformities:

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We talked about the Old dutch Capuchine above.

Jacobins are the extreme “modern” version of the ODC.

You could trim their feathers to clear their field of vision

But their very long necks tend to collapse into their shoulders with age.

The male Barb’s huge, wrinkled wattle and ceres block off their nasal passages and deform the eyelids so that they may not be able to fully close.

Cocks usually go blind with in three years, but that doesn’t matter to their breeders because their peak show and reproductive performance is between their first and second year of age.

The Short Faced Budapest’s show standard requires its eyes to telescope as much as possible.

Its eyes are literally bigger than its skull, and don;t fit in their sockets.

The eye lid is all that holds them in.

And some can’t fully close their eyes.

This is the Oriental Frill, also called the Modern Frill.

they have literally no beak.

Turbits have a longer head, but a nearly inverted beak.

These birds can;t feed their own young, and struggle to preen themselves.

Aaaand here is the Egyptian Moraslat

This is a very typical attitude among breeders of these birds with extreme body shapes.

I also have a series on weird, but physically sound breeds, and would be happy to go more into those in another ask.

#tw: animal cruelty

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aryianite · 3 years

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inflection point (pt 3 of 5)

eskel finds out what happened the night before.

part 1 || part 2

pairing: eskel x geralt

content warnings & tags: dead dove: do not eat, pseudo-incest (discussion of), frottage, exhibitionism, dirty talk, handjobs, scent kink, geralt’s canonically giant cock, eskel’s canonically giant cock

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“Again.”

Ciri huffs in annoyance, but spreads her legs a little wider and grips her sword tighter as she faces the both of them. She narrows her eyes in focus at him.

Eskel’s standing, arms crossed and lips pursed a little. He’s never sharp with Ciri during training - not the way Vesemir and Geralt and sometimes even Lambert are, but today she’s a lot slower than usual and he’s not pleased with how many times they’ve done this exercise. Behind him, Geralt shifts where he’s sitting on the wooden bench with his back to the stone wall, watching.

Eskel tosses the beanbag at her and Ciri lunges forward, this time catching the bag with her sword and slicing it cleanly in half. He throws several more in quick succession and she manages to slice through all of them, beans spilling out and adding to the pile on the ground around her.

“Better,” he acquiesces, though he can still tell something’s up. “You’re not as fast as usual today, cub. What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Ciri says unconvincingly, eyes darting behind him for a split second before snapping back to his gaze. He turns and looks at Geralt, who is sitting there innocently with his arms crossed. Geralt raises a brow at him as if to say, who, me? and Eskel groans internally. So he’s going to have to find it out himself, then.

“Alright then, if nothing’s up then you won’t have any trouble sparring a round with me, hm?” he asks, unfolding his arms and walking to her.

Ciri groans, but realizes she can’t say anything without giving herself away, and nods. “I’m just… I’m just tired,” she says, placing her sword back in the scabbard and tossing it to the side.

“Monsters aren’t going to let you go in a fight just because you tell them you’re tired,” Eskel replies, amused. Ciri rolls her eyes at this but readies herself in a fighting stance.

He strikes without warning, lunging forward at her. Ciri dodges him, but just barely, and twists around him to try to grapple him from behind. Eskel crouches as soon as she does, and when she tries to hold on to him, she fails to get any leverage. He flips around, grabbing her around the middle and pinning her arms down by her sides. Ciri snarls, biting at him, but Eskel remains unperturbed and presses her into the ground, belly first. The thrashing of her legs would be enough to buck a normal man off, but Eskel is heavy and basically a solid brick wall and he doesn’t give an inch.

“Ugh, I give, I give,” she says, muffled into the ground, banging her fists on the stone. Eskel leans in to the side of her face where he’s crushing her into the ground and as he goes to whisper to tease her about the quickness of the fight, he suddenly smells something curious. He takes a long, long inhale in at the side of her face. That’s - that’s the scent of Geralt’s come on her face, faint and barely there, having clearly been washed off, but still perceptible to a witcher. He and Geralt have fucked so many times he’d know that scent in his sleep, and his mouth waters at the aroma, cock hardening swiftly in his breeches at the though of the two of them together.

He sits back on his shins swiftly.

“Go wash up, cub. I’m feeling lenient today. We’ll find you later,” he says, rising and turning to face Geralt, who is barely hiding a smirk. He knows Geralt knows what he just scented on her.

Ciri makes a questioning sound, but Geralt jerks his head in a nod at her and Eskel hears the sound of her shuffling around, grabbing broken beanbags and her gear. He waits until she leaves the courtyard to approach Geralt, never taking his eyes off him.

Eskel drops into Geralt’s lap, the other’s arms immediately coming around his thick back and petting his flank. He leans in and licks a stripe up Geralt’s cheek before catching his plush lips with his own, groaning into the kiss.

“I smelled you on her, wolf,” Eskel growls, lowly. “When did this happen? Did she finally come to you?”

Geralt hums a bit. “Sort of,” he says. “So you know how I’ve been waking up every night, hard as a rock for no fucking reason?”

Eskel chuckles. “Yep. Same here. Figured maybe it was some sort of mid-winter horniness that snuck up on us,” he says, grinding his sizable bulge over Geralt’s own. They pant into each other’s mouths, as Eskel holds fast to Geralt’s shoulders in an unknowing mirror of Ciri from the night before.

“What’s happening is Ciri has been fucking herself at night and even though we can’t hear her through the walls, she’s so wet that I can smell her through my sleep and it’s enough to wake me up.”

“Fuck, really?” Eskel groans, pressing harder against him. Geralt nips at the side of his face, kissing the scars gently down to his neck.

“Mhm,” Geralt mumbles into the crook between his shoulder and neck, biting lightly and scraping a big hand down Eskel’s back to grip his ass.

“So last night I woke up, turned on as ever, and I decided to go down to the springs to relax enough to sleep,” Geralt continues.

“Very - fuck - very reasonable,” pants Eskel, rolling his hips against Geralt. He’s so hard he’s worried his breeches are going to rip with how much his cock is straining against the front, and Geralt doesn’t look any better, with a huge wet patch down his front from how wet he’s getting. Shit, he loves how fucking wet Geralt gets, always leaking so much precome. His mouth waters and he aches to sink to his knees and take that gorgeous cock into his throat, but he wants to hear the rest of this story and instead continues grinding in his lap.

“I was just washing myself - very innocently, mind you, when I hear a little sound and I turn and see our little swallow ‘hiding’ behind a rock, touching herself at the sight of me,” says Geralt, and it’s clear from the way he says hiding that Eskel knows Ciri wasn’t doing a very good job.

“Oh really? So we have a little voyeur on our hands? I can work with that,” he says, nipping at Geralt’s ear and scraping a hand down his chest. Geralt is wearing a simple tunic and trousers today, and Eskel’s hand catches on his nipples the way he know Geralt likes. He’s rewarded with a buck of Geralt’s hips and a low growl, as Geralt grinds into him harder, gripping his ass with both hands and massaging.

“Oh yes, we most certainly do. And I decided, hey, if our little swallow wants a show, I’ll give her one,” Geralt laughs. “You know the rock bench in the corner on the far side?”

Eskel nods, eyes sparkling in amusement to hear how the story ends.

“I jerked myself nice and slow there because I knew she’d have to come out to see me better - and she did, she came closer and still thought she was hiding but I knew she was there. Little slut was fucking herself so loudly I’d have to be unconscious not to hear it.”

Eskel closes his eyes in pleasure, moaning at the mental image of Geralt stroking himself slowly and tight like Eskel knows he likes, and Ciri hiding poorly behind a rock watching him and playing with herself. Fuck, what a sight that pair would make.

“And then what happened?” he rasps out, finally giving in and opening the front of his breeches to pull himself out. He doesn’t miss how Geralt’s pupils dilate at the sight of him, licking his lips and opening the front of his own trousers. Eskel takes both of them in his big hand and strokes slowly from root to tip, slick from how much Geralt’s leaking. They both groan brokenly.

Overhead, clouds are rolling in and the crack of thunder startles them.

“Better hurry up, wolf, or you’re going to be telling this story in the rain,” he snarks, stroking them a little faster.

“So then I came and I heard her whisper my name as she did,” Geralt continues. “I called her forward and encouraged her to tell me what she wanted, and of course I gave our little swallow what she wants.”

“Can’t deny her anything,” Eskel chuckles. Geralt laughs at this. “Not when it matters, that’s for sure.”

“So you fucked her on the bench?”

“I fucked her on the bench,” Geralt confirms, slipping a hand into the back of Eskel’s trousers and stroking down his crack. Eskel jerks forward, hole fluttering as Geralt pets over it gently, and the thought of Geralt and Ciri fucking in the springs last night is so hot that he can’t stop his orgasm from hitting him like lightning. Eskel feels like his blood is molten lava, so hot inside him as he bucks over Geralt’s lap, and every stroke from Geralt’s callous-rough hand is like touching a live wire.

“Fuck, wolf, that is so hot,” he rasps out, sounding in pain, and Geralt groans in agreement. Eskel takes them both in hand again, having lost his bearing while coming, and jerks them swiftly, thrashing a little from the feel of Geralt hot and throbbing against his oversensitive cock. Geralt growls, increasing in pitch until he’s whining into Eskel’s neck, panting little broken pants of fuck and Eskel and harder. He comes with a shout, pulsing ropes of come out all over both of their still clothed tops and dripping down onto their trousers.

“Fuck, that was good,” he breathes out, relaxing his hold on Eskel’s ass. Eskel snorts a laugh at this, gingerly tucking himself back into his wet pants and rising off of Geralt’s lap. Overhead, lightning surges through the sky and raindrops begin to pelt them.

“Should we go inside and find Ciri? Maybe I can make it up to her for being hard on her after you kept her up last night…” Eskel says in amusement.

“Oh, I don’t think you should be giving her a present for that,” Geralt laughs, walking alongside him out of the courtyard and into the keep. “If anything, I think our little swallow needs a little discipline for not being able to focus today because she was so desperate for cock last night.”

“That’s too true, wolf. Right you are,” replies Eskel as they climb the steps up towards their bedrooms.

“Let’s see what our cub is up to.”

part 4

#dead dove #dead dove: do not eat #aryia writes #aryia cw pseudo incest #(discussion of)#aryia cw exhibitionism #aryia cw scent kink #aryia cw geralt x eskel

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