#i mean anyone could see it already but we just basically got Buck's daddy kink confirmed

[peoplemakemesick]

I LOVE the bucktommy scene, it's so intimate...

Tommy notices how Buck seems down and asks about it. Buck opens up about trauma and Tommy reciprocates (which btw is a great set up for Gerrard being back as captain... Like the potential for Tommy season 8 stuff???)

And then when Buck decides to turn the conversation into flirting, Tommy matches his energy again.

That man's ability to read Buck is impeccable.

[ohbuckysmetalarm]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: “‘Do not Disturb’ on the hotel door, waking the neighbours…”

Warnings: SMUT [Oral (m and f receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, Multiple orgasms, Face sitting, 69 position, Rough sex, Begging, Marking, Size kink, Daddy kink]; USE OF PET NAMES: (babygirl and princess), Jealous Bucky

Word Count: 4.3K

Part 1

Part 2

*EIGHT DAYS LATER*

Everything has been pretty great! Bucky asked you on a date, and of course, you said yes. He took you out to dinner then you watched the sunset while sitting on top of Stark Tower; something you had told him you would love to do on a date the day before he asked you out. And then you went and got ice cream. Once you two got back you went straight to his room and he made love to you. He wasn’t rough. He was slow and passionate, coaxing out three orgasms from you with his fingers and tongue before sliding his cock into you. Peppering you with kisses as he rocked into you. You had already fallen for the super soldier, but you were falling even further with each passing day. You hoped he felt the same way.

You wake up to an announcement from JARVIS. “Miss y/l/n, you’re needed downstairs for an emergency meeting.”

“Thanks, JARVIS.” You call out groggily. You don’t bother changing into your day clothes, but do give yourself a once-over in the mirror to smooth out your hair.

You make your way to the meeting room and see Bucky standing outside the door waiting for you, you instantly smile like an idiot. He smiles back at you effortlessly, and takes your hand in his. You walk in and see Steve, Tony, and Sam are the only three in the meeting room. You and Bucky take your seats beside each other, still hand-in-hand.

Tony looks up to you and Bucky and smiles. “Good morning, lovebirds!” He sings out.

You just smile at him, too tired to wanna talk to anyone.

“We’re only waiting for Natasha then we’ll start.” Steve says, authority ringing in his voice.

You look over at Sam, who’s on the verge of falling asleep, and just then Nat walks in and sits down with an empty cup of coffee. “Coffee maker’s still broke, Stark.”

“I know Romanoff, working on it.” He replies, slightly annoyed. The coffee has been on on-going battle for three days now.

“Morning, Nat.” You smile at her, hoping to lighten her mood a bit.

She smiles back at you. “Morning, y/n. I already know a bit about the mission, it’s an interesting one!”

That makes you slightly confused, but you look aver to Tony and Steve, waiting for them to start talking.

“Ok, now that you’re all here…”

*FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER*

You’re currently in your room with Bucky. You wish you could say you two were doing anything but arguing, but you can’t. Bucky has been tense from the beginning of the meeting. When Steve said you would be going undercover to get some information from a target. Which may have been fine except one tiny detail; you gotta play the role of a temptress, basically pretending to seduce this man into giving you what you need. This obviously doesn’t sit well with Bucky because you felt his hold on your hand tighten when the words left Stark's; and right when you got to your room he spoke his mind, leading you to where you are now.

“I just think there are other ways to go about this.” Bucky huffs out.

“Maybe there is, but I’m saying that I’m sure Steve and Tony thought of different ways, and this was the best decision.” You’re packing while arguing with your boyfriend.

“Then we can have Natasha do it, if we really need to go about it like this!”

“Maybe, but the last time Nat went undercover like that, it didn’t end well for anyone.”

“I know… I just-” He sighs.

You make your way over to Bucky and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. “It’s gonna be okay, Buck. I’m gonna be okay.”

“I know you can handle yourself. It’s just…”

“You don’t trust me?” You look up at him with a pained expression.

Bucky’s face softens immediately and he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t mean it like that, y/n. I just don’t wanna see anyone else touching what’s mine.”

You laugh humorously at that. “You’re jealous?” He clenches his jaw. “Bucky, I’ve already told you; you’re the only one for me.”

He huffs again. “You’re mine, baby. You can’t let him touch you.”

“Okay, Buck. I won’t let him touch me.” You say and then peck him on the lips, going back to packing. You guys will be staying at a hotel for the night (if everything goes as planned).

Once everyone’s packed and ready to go you all get on the Quinjet, and fly out to Paris. There will be a silent auction and that’s where you’re man will be.

*FIVE HOURS LATER*

After spending just shy of an hour getting ready you look yourself over in the mirror. You looked quite stunning to put it plainly. The tight black dress accentuating every curve of your body and highlighting your round ass. The neckline is just low enough to give a peak of you’re cleavage, tempting anyone to look down. The length shows off your soft thighs and you suddenly wish you were wearing this for Bucky and not some rando.

You make your way downstairs and you, Sam, and Bucky load up in a car to head to the auction. You don’t miss the way Bucky’s eyes take over your form shamelessly, licking his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth. Nat took another car, she would be in a building across the street, letting you know if anything suspicious is going on outside.

The whole ride there Bucky was silent with a fiery gaze anytime Sam tried to speak to him. Sam didn’t know what had his panties in a bunch, but you knew. He still hadn’t accepted the role you’d be playing. The gaze he gave was full Winter Soldier mode, and he would look at Sam as if he wanted to snap his neck.

Once you get to the building you all walk in, immediately going you’re separate ways. When you look back to Bucky, the look in his eyes says, “behave.” You just smirk at him, which makes him absolutely furious.

You dabble around the bar; subtly looking for your target when you hear a deep voice behind you. “What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing hear all alone”?

You cringe at the question but quickly plaster on a seductive smile before turning around. “Looking for a strong man to keep me company,” you purr out.

At that you here a disapproving huff in your ear from Bucky in your ear piece and you just block it out.

“We’ll, it’s a good thing I’m hear then, isn’t it?” The target says as he slowly gets closer to you. “Lemme buy you a drink, sugar.

You inwardly cringe at the pet name. “Can’t turn down a guy like you.” You wink at him.

After about an hour of flirting with this guy and partaking in the auction here and there you’ve had just about enough of this. “Why don't we get out of here?” You whisper in his ear.

“No.” You hear in your ear for the millionth time that night.

He looks you in the eye, “I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” And just like that you two get up and make your way to the entrance, the target holding your waist and you trail your hand up to rest on his chest.

And that’s when Bucky snaps, you’ve done a great job so far. But seeing another man touch you makes Bucky absolutely feral. He follows you two, wanting to break that man’s arm for touching his girl. Before he reaches you, Sam stops him. “What are you doing, Buck?” Sam asks.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Y/n is so close, just have a little faith in her, man.”

Bucky looks Sam in the eye and sighs, defeated. “Okay. Okay, you’re right.”

Sam speaks into the ear piece to you, “Y/n once you get what we need meet us back at the hotel.”

“Okay,” you whisper back.

And then the guys and Natasha make their way back to the hotel, awaiting your arrival.

You get into the target’s car and he drives to his place, you make small talk on the way there. Once he stops the car you two get out and he takes you to his room. He closes the door and makes his way over to you, his lips centimeters from yours. Before he can move any closer you inject the tranquilizer Steve had given you for this very moment. The man falls into your arms and you place him on his bed. Once he’s in a good enough position to where he’ll think he just passed out from too much alcohol in his system you take out your tape and rip a small piece off and place it over his right thumb, making sure to get his finger print. You make your way to the drawer at the back of the closet and open it, finding the reader and placing the piece of tape over it. It immediately opens and there you find a small Manila folder and the vile you need to retrieve.

“I got the vile.” You speak into the ear piece.

“Great, there should be an Uber there to pick you up.” Natasha answers.

“Thanks, Nat.”

Once you get back to the hotel Natasha and Sam are in the lobby waiting for you.

You hand them the brief case with everything in it before telling them what all you found. “The vile and a folder are in there. It just describes what is inside the vile and what they've used the formula for so far.”

“You did great, y/n!” Sam exclaims.

“Thanks. Where is Bucky?”

“He already went upstairs to his room; he was pretty worked up at the auction.” Sam states.

“Oh, okay. Well, I think I’m gonna head to bed, I’m pretty exhausted.” You turn and make your way to the elevator.

“See you tomorrow, y/n.” Sam and Nat say in unison.

“Yep, see ya,” you call back.

When you finally get to your room you notice the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign as you open the door, leaving it on there for now since you’ll be sleeping anyway. But once you open the door you see Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed.

“How did you get into my room, Buck?”

“Front desk gave me a key.” He smiles cheekily.

You sigh, “What do you need?”

Bucky stands up and makes his way over to you, a predatory look on his face. He pushes you up against the wall and whispers against your neck. “You’ve been a naughty girl tonight, y/n.”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you pant back.

He pushes your thighs apart with his knee and sucks a dark bruise onto your neck. “You did the one thing I told you not to do.” The tone of voice he’s using has your head spinning. “You let him touch what’s mine. You’re lucky Sam stopped me when I tried to get to you when I saw you two leaving.” Bucky says matter of factly.

You look into his eyes when he pulls back and the ocean blue of his eyes is eight shades darker and almost entirely taken over by his blown pupils. You whimper softly from the look he gives you.

“What did you do with him when you went to his place?”

You pull yourself up straighter, “I got the information we needed.”

"Oh, really? He didn’t show you a good time?” Bucky says, a slight growl to his voice.

“No.”

“Hmm.”

You can tell Bucky isn’t pleased, so you do the one thing you know will satisfy him. “I used the tranquilizer Steve gave me before he could do anything. And then I went to find the vile. And then I came straight back here. I didn’t let him touch me again. I’m only yours, James Buchanan Barnes. I promise.” You say, kissing his neck after each sentence. One thing you’ve learned about Bucky since you got together is that he needs reassurance that you’re not going to leave him.

Bucky unzips the back of your dress and slides it down your body. Once you step out of the dress bunched at your feet Bucky picks you up and throws you onto the bed before crawling up to you, kissing a trail from your stomach up to your mouth. You immediately open your mouth to give him access and he slips his tongue in. There’s no fight for dominance, you give it to him. You know he’s gonna fuck you rough. He does when someone gets too much attention from you. Bucky pulls away slightly to look into your eyes and you feel his fingers play with the hem of your panties before he slides them down your legs and throws them somewhere behind him. Bucky then crawls between your thighs and places your legs on his shoulders. He looks up at you with hungry eyes and then circles your clit with his tongue before he gently sucks it into his mouth. You let out an near-pornographic moan and throw your head back in ecstasy.

Bucky quickly releases your clit, “Look at me, y/n. Wanna see your face as you cum apart on my tongue.” You let out a groan and then meet his eyes again. Bucky goes back to his task of sucking and licking your pussy like he needs it to survive. He sucks your clit again and shakes his head, letting out a moan. The vibrations on your clit has you whimpering. You trail your fingers down to thread through his hair, lightly tugging, pulling a needy moan from your lover.

“Oh, daddy!” You whine out.

And then he goes back to licking you, and you swear he’s writing a letter to you with his tongue. You suddenly feel two of Bucky’s fingers slowly slide into your dripping hole. And he moans onto your cunt at how wet you are. He thrusts his fingers in and out at the same pace he’s licking. And then he adds a third, stretching you in the most delicious way. The slight burn is a welcome one as he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot repeatedly. Bucky uses many different techniques. Fingering you slowly while laying his tongue flat against your clit to draw whines from your throat. To curling his fingers, massaging your g-spot and circling your clit with his tongue. To thrusting at a harsh pace while sucking your clit, and your legs start to quake around his head. You're close and Bucky knows it, he pulls his fingers out of you completely and sits up. You whine at the loss of him, but any more sounds of disapproval disappear as grabs your thighs and lifts them off his shoulders and pushes them back, holding you open for him when he slides his thick length into you.

You look down and watch his length disappear inside you. “Oh, daddy,” you mewl from the sight and feel of him filling you up inch by inch.

Once he’s bottomed out he looks into your eyes with a sense of awe. “Yes, princess?”

His eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Move, please,” you gasp out, circling your hips.

His grip on your thighs tightens to stop your movements. “I’m in charge tonight, princess.”

You let out a shaky moan at that and he smirks before setting an agonizingly slow pace. “You're gonna be a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, I’ll be your good girl.”

“Of course you will,” he says before picking up the pace. Bucky’s torn between watching his cock disappear and reappear in your cunt and watching you face contort with pleasure. He can’t get enough of the way your pussy glistens form your slick and his saliva. And the way your eyes squeeze shut without you even being aware of it makes a sense of pride flow through the super soldier. “Oh, babygirl your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick. Wanna be inside you forever.”

“Fuck!” You clench around Bucky as you let out a groan.

“You like that? Want me to stay in this tight little cunt?”

“Mmhmm,” you mumble out.

Bucky leans in to kiss you softly, a stark contrast to the brutal thrusting of his cock. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slides in and explores the inside of your mouth. And you clench around him when you remember the way that tongue was circling your clit just minutes ago. Bucky pulls back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

At a particular thrust Bucky gives, he hits your g-spot and you moan loudly at the contact, feeling your core throb around Bucky’s cock. He releases his grip on one of your thighs and brings his hand down to play with your clit, bringing you even closer to your first release. “Cum for me, y/n. Wanna feel you cum around daddy’s cock.”

Hearing him refer to himself as 'daddy' is what sends your hurtling over the edge and you see stars as you tightly squeeze your eyes shut. Your legs try to close from the pleasure bubbling inside you but he keeps you open, still plowing into you.

You let out a squeal when he flips you onto your stomach, his cock slipping out of your dripping cunt. He grabs you by the hips and lifts you so you're on your hands and knees. You feel the head of his dick tease your opening before bottoming out inside you till his hips hit your ass.

“Daddy, you’re so deep, fuck!” You scream out.

He pushes your face into the pillow and he slides in even deeper, hitting your cervix and you scream out yet again. “So responsive,” he growls out. And then he stills his hips, deep inside you so you can feel just how deep he is. He reaches his metal hand around you and applies a bit of pressure to your lower belly and you shudder from the cool metal on your heated skin. “You feel me in there, babygirl?”

"Yes, daddy! You feel so perfect inside of me.” You both let out moans when he slowly starts moving inside you, his hand still on your stomach and you can feel every little movement he makes You feel high form the way his cock twitches when you clench around him, and you want nothing more than for him to fill you up till you're dripping for days. And you let out a particularly loud moan at the thought of it.

“What is it, princess? What’s got you all worked up?”

“I-I want you to cum inside of me, daddy. Want you to fill me up so good.”

His hips stutter at your words and he softly whimpers. There is nothing hotter than James Buchanan Barnes whimpering because of you, you’re sure of it.

“C’mon, daddy, cum in my pussy. Please.” You moan out.

He lets out a growl, “Touch your clit for me, babygirl.”

And you immediately do as he says, helping him bring you to euphoria. He picks up his pace, slamming into your tight hole. The sound of skin slapping skin and both of your moans filling the room. And you’re on the edge, ready to fall…

“Cum with me, y/n.” Bucky lets out darkly; and another orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, Bucky right behind you. The feeling of his thick ropes of cum spurting inside you heightening the euphoric state you're in.

Bucky flips you around so you’re straddling him. You look down into his eyes and he just smirks at you. “Ride daddy’s cock, princess.” You would but your legs feel like jelly from the position you were just in. Bucky clicks his tongue at your state. “Daddy’s gotta do all the work, huh, babygirl? It’s okay, daddy’s got you.” He says as he harshly pulls his cock almost completely out of you and slams back in, making you fall over him. “It’s okay, just let daddy take care of you.” He sets a punishing pace, and it makes your head spin. His words sound so loving, but his dick is saying something entirely different. And you whine out in sensitivity.

“D-daddy! I-I can’t... too much.” You moan into his neck.

“You can take it, y/n. I know you can. Just- shit- just be a g-good girl and take it!” Bucky growls out that last part, already on the verge of cumming inside you again.

“DADDY!” You scream out, your thighs beginning to tighten around Bucky, ready to cum.

“You gonna cum for me again? It’s okay, let go for me, y/n.” And you are letting out a shout of his name. Bucky quickly pulls out before he has a chance to release again. He turns you so you are on your stomach on top of him, facing his cock, his face at your pussy.

“Suck my cock, babygirl. I’ll make you feel real good over here.” And with that he licks a long stipe from your clit to your aching hole. You let out a moan from the contact, your mind spinning. Bucky smacks your ass and you take his cock into your mouth, he moans into your pussy as you take him deep into your throat until you slightly gag around his length.

Bucky’s tongue circles your entrance before sliding into you. And it feels so good, you’ve never felt anything like it and you desperately need more. The way his wet tongue slides inside of you has your head spinning. You moan around his cock and feel him twitch inside your mouth. You release him with a pop and spit on the head of his cock, watching your saliva trail down the base of him before sucking just the head into you mouth and swirl your tongue the same pace of his inside of your tight hole. Once you run your tongue over his slit his hips start to buck to make you take more of him into your mouth. You lightly pinch his thigh and he whines before taking his tongue out of you.

“I need to cum, y/n!” He grumbles at you.

“You’re gonna cum,” you say and then go right back to sucking just the tip of his dick.

Bucky groans out in frustration and then plunges his tongue back inside your cunt. And you moan around him, sending vibrations to every part of his body. And then his cock spasms as he releases his hot cum into your mouth. And like the good girl you are; you swallow all of it. Bucky continues his ministrations with his tongue and you let off of him to let out a loud moan you’ve been holding in all this time. “Oh, daddy, your tongue feels so good inside of my tight pussy! Shit!”

You focus your attention back to his softening length and you take him back into your mouth till he hits the back of your throat and Bucky whimpers under you. You work him with your mouth and he quickly becomes rock hard again and his legs begin to shake from the overstimulation. He sucks at your entrance and then releases you, letting out a broken moan.

“Y-y/n, baby. You gotta- fuck- you gotta stop.”

Being the little shit you are, you suck him harder and take him deeper in your throat. And he swears you’re trying to kill him with the skill of your mouth. His legs convulse under you and he moans shakily “Shit, I’m gonna cum again! Fuck.” With that he releases inside your awaiting mouth for the second time that night.

Once he comes down he grabs hold of your hips and lifts you up so you're hovering over his face. He smacks your ass before speaking, “Sit on my face, princess. I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard.”

You just look at him as if to say he’s crazy. “Umm..” you start, but Bucky lowers you down and starts lapping at your cunt like a man starved. You tangle your fingers in his hair for something to hold onto and let out an ear-shattering scream. You can feel Bucky smirk underneath you and you’re already close to your orgasm.

Bucky lets off you for a moment to catch his breath, “You’re gonna beg me to let you cum.” And then he’s right back to shoving his tongue inside of your dripping hole.

You let out another scream from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. Bucky smacks your ass again with his metal hand and you whimper brokenly. He soothes the burn with the cool of his hand. And the need to cum overwhelms you, you remember the words that last came out of Bucky’s mouth.

“Oh, Bucky! Please let me cum, I need to cum so bad. Please, please! You scream out. Bucky taps your thigh, letting you know you can cum. And you scream out in euphoria as you let go. He slows his ministrations, riding you through your high. And you're a trembling, screaming mess.

Once you come down from your high and your breathing slows down you and Bucky hear the sound of pounding at what sounds like the door and the wall behind the bed.

And then you hear the ringing of Bucky’s phone. He quickly picks it up and sighs before answering. “Yeah?”

You can clearly hear Sam’s voice on the phone, “You two need to shut the fuck up, it’s two in the goddamn morning!”

“Yeah, yeah. Alright, I’ll tell y/n to keep it down.” Bucky replies while smirking.

“And you two are kinky as fuck, God!”

“Goodnight, Sam.”

“I’m sure it was.”

And then Bucky hangs up, lays on the bed, and yells out to whoever is outside. “We’re all good in here!” And then turns out the light and cuddles close to you. And you sigh contentedly.

[you-a-southpaw-doll]

Buzzed - A Negan One-Shot

Summary: After an incident in the Sanctuary, Leigh takes matters into her own hands. What will Negan’s response be? 

Warning(s): Language. Angst. Attempted rape. Violence. Death. Slight Panic Attack. Anxiety. Leigh being a badass. Negan caught off guard (no pun intended). Mentions of what could be considered self-harm. Daddy kink, but not really. You’ll see. Protective Negan. Fluff. Sexual Innuendoes. Puns (Sorry Not Sorry!). Happy ending. Not Beta’d. I just finished writing this and had to post it! Sorry for any errors.

Author’s Note(s): 

I cut my hair myself, usually every 2 weeks, but no more than 3 weeks. I just can’t have my hair touch my ears; it makes my anxiety 10 times worse, and in a way, I kinda explain the reason behind that in this story. I was cutting my hair tonight, (it’s now 2:30 am, 5/24/2020) and I thought of this story idea and Negan’s reaction to the main character having short hair. 

Also, if any of the warnings are triggering for you, please don’t force yourself to read. The last thing I’d want to do is trigger someone into having a panic attack. Feel free to give me any feedback, thoughts, questions, comments and/or concerns you have with the story. I love hearing from y’all! 

As always, if you’d like to be added to my taglist, just let me know and I’ll happily add you!! 

Word Count: 5,301. (A lot, I know, but I think it’s worth it, and I just couldn’t get everything I wanted across in less words, so enjoy!)

Relationship(s): Negan x Leigh Sullivan (OFC)

Characters: Negan. Leigh Sullivan (OFC). Simon. Dr. Carson. 3 unnamed Original Male Characters. Sanctuary People.

Taglist: @negans-network @prettyboynegan @mychemicalimagines @spnnnxangelsx @rockinkel21 @misskittycat02 @band--psycho@ofxallxwexlost @iron-halt @thamberlinawrites @ravenwings73 @lettherebepink @stoneyggirl

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Story Time:

Leigh’s P.O.V. ~ Then

They’d caught me off guard, for once. 

Normally, I never let anything or anyone catch me off guard. Or at least...I tried not to. Due to having anxiety, I was usually hyper-aware of shit going on. But, today, my anxiety had eased off after the relaxing morning I’d had with my husband. We’d spent the morning, snuggled up in his big king-sized bed, just shooting the shit and goofing off. 

He didn’t have to go out on a run today, so there was no need to rush the morning like we normally had to 95% of the time. Eventually, though, the day had to get started. Dwight came knocking on the door, interrupting our relaxation time, saying he needed my husband for something. Being the man my husband is, he grumbled, cussed Dwight out, and then got outta bed while apologizing to me for the interruption and assuring me we’d finish relaxing when he got back later.

After a kiss, and a soft “I love you,” he was gone. Off to do what he did. It was my day off, so I laid in bed for a little longer before I too got up, dressed, and made my rounds. As the top female Savior, something I’d worked my ass off, fought for, and took seriously, I said hi to who I needed to, did what I needed to, and finally, sat down under my favorite tree out by the greenhouses. 

I laid my leather jacket on the ground next to me, leaving me in my usually black t-shirt, holey but patched up and well worn blue jeans, and faded brown leather boots. Strapped to each thigh was a holster. In the right one was my signature gun, a .357 Magnum, 6-shot revolver. In the left holster, I kept my handcrafted 6 inch blade that I made back when I was 15, well over half a decade, shit closer to a decade ago, considering I was almost 25.

Bending my knees, and pulling them close in a comfortable position, I propped up the notebook I usually kept in my leather satchel with two backup knives, an extra gun, ammo, and a spare notebook for work along with several pens and pencils. The writing equipment was a rare commodity these days, so I always kept them close to me.

As I was writing a story I’d started a few days prior, I zoned out just a bit, focusing on it. I’d started writing when I was just 12 years old, and kept the habit up, even now, 3 years after the world ended and the dead started walking back in 2020 after the Coronavirus outback after the new year, new decade had started. 

I was writing, losing myself in the words I printed on the paper in my chicken scratch. I say chicken scratch ‘cause, well...that’s basically what it was. As a lefty, my handwriting wasn’t necessarily the best, and a doctor’s prescription note was probably more legible. It was a mixture between slanted and curved print and semi-elegant at times cursive. 

But, it was my handwriting, and I could read it. My husband sometimes had difficulty reading it, but he’d always put his black-rimmed glasses on, and fuck if they didn’t make him look sexier than he already was. Because of that, I sneakily wrote a little sloppier when I knew he’d have to read something from my notes about the runs I went on.

It was all an excuse to see him with those glasses perched on his nose, giving him that sexy professor look. He thought they made him look ridiculous, but I loved it. Since I was writing and zoned out, I wasn’t nearly as focused on my surroundings. I didn’t think I had to be. The tree was my safe spot when I wasn’t with my husband.

The Sanctuary was a relatively safe place, and that was thanks to the rules that were in place. So, it’d make sense that I wouldn’t focus on my surroundings as much and relax a bit as I wrote. But, boy was I wrong. I just didn’t realize it till it was far too late. Before I realized what was happening, I was being punched in the right side of my face, slinging my head to the side, as my notebook and bag were jerked away from me and my hair was roughly pulled, jerking my head backwards.

I went to grab my gun and my knife, but they’d already been taken from me. My eyes flirted back and forth in front of me, trying to process what was going on. But, everything was blurry and I was dizzy from the hit. I could barely make out three men close to me, far too close to me. They were basically on top of me. 

Fuck. One of them actually was. I could feel the weight of him straddling my thighs, keeping me from standing. I couldn’t hear anything as the beating of my heart flooded my ears. I tried to fight back as best as I could, but the other two men grabbed my hands and jerked them away from my body and pinning them to the ground as they shoved my upper body down.

When they jerked my arms away, I felt, more than heard, my left shoulder dislocate. I clenched my jaw. The pain wasn’t anything new. I’d been dealing with a shoulder that dislocates when I fuckin’ sneeze since I was 13 years old. The pain, when it happened, was now at a tolerable level since I was so used to it happening.

I didn’t cry out. I knew not to. Plus, the wasn’t the type of person I was. I knew what was ‘bout to happen. It, like my shoulder, was something I’d had to put with for years growing. It wasn’t anything new either. But, that didn’t mean it was enjoyable. It was anything but. I barely processed my jeans being jerked down my hips and past my knees. 

I could just barely hear the men laughing and joking around with each other, talking ‘bout what they were going to do to me and wondering why the fuck I was wearing two pairs of boxers under my jeans. I watched them, as best as I could with my vision being what it was. When the blurriness faded just enough, I could make out their features and recognized them as members of the new group that was brought in last week. 

Members I’d brought into the Sanctuary. Into my house. I dropped my head back down to the ground and groaned to myself. I let my body go slack, waiting for the perfect time. When the men realized I wasn’t struggling anymore, they laughed and the two dumbfucks holding my arms down eased up on their grip.

The man on my legs lifted himself up just enough push his own pants down. Their easing up on their grip was their mistake and ultimately what led to their demise. Since they weren’t paying attention to me, thinking I’d just given up, and instead focusing on getting their baby carrot sized dicks outta their pants, I was able to strike back. 

I immediately brought both my hands up, fingers curled in to form perfect fists without worry of possibly breaking my thumbs, ignoring the protest of my left shoulder, and cocked both the men on my sides straight in the noses. I internally smiled at the sounds of their noses breaking and their screams of pain. 

They stumbled back just a little bit, hands covering their faces as they clutched their noses in an attempt to stop the extensive amount of blood falling. Clearly, I caught the man on top me off guard with my actions and he was shocked for a moment. It was perfect. I bucked him up off me, managed to jerk my pants up as I stood. 

All one fluid motion.

Since he was still obviously in shock at me suddenly fighting back, he stumbled, tripping, and falling backwards on the ground. He tried to scurry backwards as fast as as he could. Despite being 5’3”, I was able to stay with him. I slammed my boot down on his stomach, making him howl in pain and wheeze as he struggled to get the air back that i’d just forced outta his lungs.

I kept my foot on his gut, putting most of my weight on it, digging the worn sole into his abdomen. He let out a sad excuse for a grunt as I did. I just smirked. This fucked had no idea who he’d fucked, or tried to fuck with. I leaned down and started pummeling the shit outta his face, keeping him in place with my foot.

Since he couldn’t get fresh air back into his lungs because of the position of my foot, he was too weak to try and fight back. To say I was a little disappointed at not having a challenge, would be like saying the dead weren’t walking around. It was a lie. I was disappointed, and I fueled that disappointment in with the anger as I literally beat him to death. 

He kept trying to apologize, tried to plead with me, to not kill him, but I didn’t give a fuck. He was ‘bout to rape me, and I’d had ‘nough of that in my life. I wasn’t putting up with it. I eased up just before I knew he was about to die. Gave him false hope into letting him think his words had affected me. I let him get one last breath in as I completely lifted my foot off his torso. 

“Than-” He started to say, but I cut him off as I slammed my boot into his face, effectively crushing his skull. 

“Don’t fuckin’ thank me, prick.” I muttered to him as I wiped my boot off on his once clean but now bloody clothes. “You fuckin’ ruined my goddamn favorite fuckin’ pair of boots, asshole.”

Before I turned away from him, I spit on his crushed skull. Since it was destroyed, I didn’t have to worry ‘bout him coming back as a dean’un. I was a little sad that I wouldn’t get to kill him a second time, but he’d gotten what he deserved. Turning to the other two dumbfucks, I repeated my actions, and did to them exactly what I’d just done to their friend.

I knew my husband was going to be pissed that I killed these men, instead of letting him do it, but I’d deal with that. I wasn’t going to let these fuckers back inside the relatively safe concrete walls of the factory that was the Sanctuary. By the time I was down stomping in the skull of the third man, I looked up, as I finished, and noticed that I’d gathered quite an audience.

Including Simon. The right-hand man, third person in charge of the Sanctuary. His, and everyone else’s, eyes were wide, and everyone was silent. I knew I was gonna be in trouble since they’d just seen me stomp the life outta three men, but I didn’t give a fuck. I had shit to do. I gathered up my weapons, my jacket, and bag after shoving my shit into it and stormed inside the Sanctuary, flipping everyone off, not wanting to deal with their gawking.

Not caring ‘bout my bloody appearance, I made my way to the commissary, needing to grab a few things before I went back to my room. I found what I needed: a new pair of jeans identical to the ones i was wearing, a new t-shirt, undergarments, a pair of boots and a special item, an unopened, brand new boxed set of hair clippers. 

Once I had what I needed, I stormed up to the room I share with my husband, stripping down to my bra and one pair of boxers when i get there.

Leigh’s P.O.V. ~ Now

“What the fuck was that fuckin’ shit out there, Leigh?!?” 

I sigh as I hear my husband storm into our room, the door slamming shut behind him. I look at myself in the mirror as I lay the scissors down on the bathroom counter by the sink and pick up the clippers. Turning them on, I don’t reply to my husband. Not wanting to explain to him what happened at the moment.

I stare at myself in the mirror as I bring the clippers up to my shortened hair. I press the #2 guard to my head and move it backwards from my forehead to the back of my head, sticking to the once familiar hairline I used to see and live by religiously. I watch as the hair falls, joining the rest of my once long, curly locks, on the floor by my feet. I use my fingers to guide my movements, making sure I don’t go too high and completely fuck up my hair.

Once I have the hairline visible, separating what I want to keep and what I want to shave off, I move the guard down below my ear and with practiced ease, I shave the sides and back of head, getting rid of the hair. Keeping an eye on myself, making sure I don’t fuck up my haircut, not that I would since I used to do this every 2-3 weeks, I watch as my husband steps into the bathroom.

I watch as his eyes nearly bulge outta their sockets when he sees me. I watch as the anger vanishes from his face and body, being replaced with worry, sadness, and a hint of curiosity. I watch as his eyes traveling over the reflection of my face in the mirror, taking in my black eye, bruised and split open cheek, covered in blood and even the nasty black eye I’m now sporting.

I watch as he slowly moves his eyes up to meet mine in the mirror. 

“What...what are you doing?” He asks softly. 

My left eyebrow shoots sky high as I look at him. My husband rarely says a sentence without cussing every other word. And yet...he just asked a simple question without one sentence enhancer thrown in. 

“What the fuck’s it look like I’m doing? I’m cutting my hair.” I say. “Decided I needed a new fuckin’ look. Don’t you fuckin’ love it?” 

I know I’m being Captain fuckin’ Obvious at the moment, and a bit harsh, but I’m not ready to tell him what happened. That’s for after I get done. Cutting my hair is the only thing keeping me from completely shutting down and giving in to the panic attack that’s trying to take over. I watch as he lets out a deep breath as he slowly steps into the bathroom, padding across the tiled floor to me.

He places his hands on my shoulders and I do my best not to flinch. But he still sees it and quickly lifts his hands off me, holding them up in a surrendering pose. I know he’d never hurt me, and he was the one to save my life after this shit hole of a world started three years ago. But, I can’t help it. The feeling of those fuckers’ hands on me, plus the fact that my shoulder is still dislocated, keeps me from wanting to be touched.  

“Can...let me help. Please, sweetheart.” My husband’s soft drawl meets my ears.

“No. I need to do this myself.” I reply, tightening my grip on the clippers.

I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down in his throat as he swallows deeply and nods. I keep my eyes on his in the mirror and finish cutting my hair. It’s been three years since I’ve cut my hair, but the muscle memory is still there. It’s like riding a bike. My husband watches as I finish shaving the sides of my head down to where there’s just a bit of peach fuzz. 

Switching the clippers off, I replace the guard with a #1 and go back over the bottom hairline on the base of my neck. Once I have that done, I take the guard off completely and just put the metal of the clippers to the back of my neck doing my best not to flinch at the burning heat coming off it as it meets my skin. 

I take that little strip down so there’s no hair there, running along along the hairline on my neck. I use the blending guard and even out the area, making the hair have a fade. Replacing the blending guard with the #7, I bring it up to the patch of hair on my head, and trim it down. When I finish, my feet are covered with a mountain of what used to be the long, thick, curly hair on my head.

My neck and shoulders are also covered with the little strands of hair that I buzzed off. Setting the clippers on the counter, I run my hands over the buzz cut I now sport and take in a deep, shaky breath. I let my head drop down, pressing my chin to chest and take another shaky breath in after letting out one. 

“Baby?” My husband asks softly.

I lift my head and look up at him. My eyes roam over the unzipped black leather jacket he’s wearing over his standard white t-shirt and down to the grey jeans he’s wearing, held up by two leather belts. I let my eyes rest on his feet, no longer hidden by his own pair of black combat boots, but rather a pair of white socks. 

Taking in another deep breath, I bring my eyes up to meet his. I can see the worry swimming in his muddy water brown eyes. I shake my head as i start to take my bra off and push my boxers down, stepping outta them as the pool ‘round my ankles.

“I need a shower.” I mumble and step ‘round him to walk to the stunning shower we share.

I grip the knobs tightly as I turn the water on, as hot as it’ll go. I need to feel the pain of the burning water over my skin. If I don’t, I know I’ll give in to that panic attack that’s already  on the verge of consuming me. Stepping into the shower, I glance back at my husband over my shoulder. 

“You can…” I mumble.

He nods as he understands what I’m trying to say. I look away, for the first time since we met, and eventually became intimate, not wanting to watch him undress. I know that if I were to watch, I’d see those assholes tugging their pants down, and I don’t want that. I don’t want my husband to be mixed in with them.

Standing under the burning hot water, feeling it flow over and pelt my skin, I bring my hands up and tightly grip what’s left of my hair, tugging on it. I feel Negan step into the shower, behind me. I don’t have to look.  I know he’s there. I can feel the heat rolling off his skin, along with the worry and helplessness. 

He hasn’t seen me like this in three years, and even then, it wasn’t this bad. I blindly reach for the bottle of men’s body wash he and I share and I vigorously scrub my body with it. Trying to get the touch and the blood of those men off me. It takes four harsh washes and rinses before I even begin to feel clean. 

Negan just stands behind me, leaning against the back wall of the shower. He’s giving me my space while still letting me know he’s right there if I need him. The bottle slips outta my hands when I go to pour more of the soapy liquid into my palm. I’d leave it there, but Negan gently reaches around me, picking it up. 

I hear the bottle open and can tell he’s pouring some into his own hands. I figure he’s just gonna wash his body until I feel his soft and gentle touch on my skin. I flinch and tremble at first, but eventually give into the feeling of him touching me. He takes his time, gently washing me, letting me get clean for the final time. 

Letting me know that it’s ok. That it’s over. That’s he’s got me. That he’ll take care of me. Neither of us say a word as he takes the removable showerhead from it’s dock and gently rinses me off after he turns the cold water on, letting the temperature of the water mix until it’s no longer burning, but rather warm and gentle.

He lets the showerhead drop and dangle as he turns the water off and steps out. I keep my eyes closed and feel him wrap a soft towel around me. I open my eyes and bring them to meet his, only to find him staring at my dislocated shoulder. He blinks and his tongue darts out just a little from between his lips.

“Want me to put it back in place, sweetheart?” 

I nod slowly. 

“Put your right arm ‘round my waist, baby, and I will.”

I follow his soft command and a moment later, I feel his palms against my left shoulder. He’s helped me pop my shoulder back into place enough over the last few years that he knows what he’s doing. I suck in a deep, shaky breath right as he pops it back into place. I bit my lip to hold back the whimper from the pain.

As soon as he’s done, he wraps both his arms ‘round me and just holds me close as I bury my face against his wet chest. We don’t say another word for a solid 10 minutes. He just holds me as we stand in the bathroom, water pooling ‘round our feet. Eventually, he gently scoops me up in his arms and carries me to bed. 

Sitting down on it, he just holds me in his lap, not saying anything. I know it’s his way of helping me get outta the panic attack and also letting me know that he’s listening when I’m ready to talk. It takes me a hot minute before I get the words out, and even then they’re just a whisper.

“They...they were trying to rape me.”

I hear him let out a growl and his arms tighten ‘round me, protectively. That’s his number one rule. Rape is not allowed. Followed by the prohibition of abusing women and children. He doesn’t say a word, letting me continue. I tell him everything that happened, as I tremble in his arms. He just holds me close, softly rubbing my back and taking even breaths to help me subconsciously focus on keeping my own breathing even.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there, baby.” He finally murmurs after I finish recounting the events. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. They got what they deserved. I just wish I could’ve introduced them to Lucille.” 

My eyes flirt over to the barbed-wire baseball bat propped up against the wall by our bedroom door. She’s surprisingly clean. I guess Negan didn’t have to dish out any punishments today. Only I did.

“I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, though, baby.” He whispers in my ear.

I look up at him, confused. “Proud?”

He nods. “Mmhhmm. You shut that shit down, and kept your cool until you were up here. I don’t know how you fuckin’ managed that, but I’m not surprised. I heard what you did, heard how you described it, and fuck, baby. I wish I’d seen you go Rambo on their asses. You’re my badass girl. I’m proud of you.”

A small smile tugs at my lips. Despite the events of the day, and me doing what I did, my husband still manages to make me smile. He slowly brings one hand up, keeping it in my line of sight, and cups my good cheek. 

“Will you let me send Carson up here to stitch your cheek up and get you checked out?”

His eyes search mine, waiting for my reply, and hoping I’ll let him. I nod against his palm, and he lets out a deep breath. He reaches over to the nightstand and plucks his radio off it. His thumb pressed against the side button.

“Carson. Get your fuckin’ ass up to my room now, and bring your bag. Fuckin’ now.” He growls into the receiver.

“Yes, sir.” Comes the doctor’s reply not even  a moment later.

Negan then pushes the button down again and talks.

“Simon. Bring two plates of food up to my room. Now. And make sure it’s some good shit too.”

Simon replies in the affirmative and Negan sets his radio down. He looks back at me and places his palm back against my good cheek. A gesture that always makes me relax.

“Can I ask why you cut your hair?” He asks softly.

“I refuse to let another man tug me around by hair, guiding me to do his bidding,  especially during a situation like earlier. It was a flashback to my dad doing what he did. It’s why I’ve also cut my own hair. It’s the one thing I about my body that I can control. So, I keep it short and no man will ever be able to use my hair against me again.” I say, the truth just spilling out. “Plus, having it touch my ears, always made my anxiety ten times worse.”

He knows what my dad did, and he’s known that tugging on my hair was a hard limit for me. So, he never did it, which is why I let my hair grow out. I felt safe around him. I still do. But, having long hair is just a liability, and I refuse to be put in that situation again. He nods in understanding.

“I’m gonna miss your curls, though.” He says. “And waking up with a mouthful of your hair in my mouth.”

I can’t help but giggle at that. It’s true. Most mornings, he’d wake up, sputtering to spit out the strands of my hair that ended up in his mouth as we slept next to each other.

“I left enough on top so you can still play with my hair, babe. And, there’s still enough to run your fingers through it.” I assure him.

“Can I?”

I nod and a moment later, I feel his fingers on his other hand stroke through my wet hair, lightly massaging my scalp as he does. I let out a soft moan at the feeling and lean into his touch on my cheek, closing my eyes. He chuckles as he plays with my hair.

“If that’s your reaction to me doing that every single fuckin’ time, I could get used to it. And I’ll just have to get used to having an even stiffer hard on from the soft moans.” He smirks as he looks at me.

I blush and open my eyes looking up at him. “You're my husband. I think I can manage helping you out with the baseball bat you have in your pants.”

He laughs softly. “Yea?”

I grin. “Mmhhmm. You’re fond of Lucille. I’m quite fond of your own bat.”

He grins, showing off his dimples. “I’m fuckin’ fond of you, baby. Have been since we first met in the woods. Why else do you think I got rid of the wives years ago?”

I try not to grin as I shrug. “It was the only way you were getting in my pants and scoring a homerun.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Not the only reason, baby. It was because I love you, Leigh.”

I grin from ear to ear and turn my head to place a soft kiss to his palm. “I love you too, Negan.”

Before he can say anything else, there’s a timid knock on the door.

“Come the fuck in!” Negan calls out, holding me close.

Dr. Carson comes in. He’s no longer as nervous as he used to be when I first showed up. But he’s still a little nervous around the man. I’ve gotten Negan to ease up on the fear of himself he’s instilled in people, and gotten him to be nicer in the way he treats folks. He’s not the bat-wielding lunatic he was when we first met. 

He’s the man I always knew he was.

A soft, 6’2” teddy bear wrapped in leather. 

My soft, 6’2” teddy bear wrapped in leather. 

After Carson checks me out, determines nothing’s broken, assures me that everything is good, and stitches my cheek up, he leaves. Negan helps me get dressed in a pair of his boxers under my new jeans and one of his shirts before he pulls on a pair of sweatpants. Simon comes in shortly after I finish getting dressed, holding a tray of food for Negan and I. 

His eyes widen as he looks at me, taking in my new appearance.

“What, Si? Never seen a girl with short hair before?” I ask, teasing.

He shakes his head. “I have. I just wasn’t expecting you to have cut your own. It looks good on you, fitting.”

I smile. “Thanks, Si.”

Leaning up, I kiss his cheek and then kick him out before Negan can Lucille him for staring at me. My husband knows Simon’s like a dad to me, the dad I never had, and that there’s nothing there. He just gets jealous and protective over me, not liking other men to stare. And, for once, I’m thankful, given the events of today.

As we eat, Negan and I stay on the bed, me snuggled up to his side. When we’re finished though, I look up at him. 

“I have to tell you something else.” I say.

His eyebrow raises and he looks at me, grining. “What’s that? You planning on buzzing anything else?” 

I laugh and playfully slap his bare chest. “No, asshole.”

He pretends to be hurt and rubs his chest, grinning. “Damn, girl. That hurt.”

I laugh and kiss his chest where I smacked him. “Feel better, Daddy?”

He grins that dimpled grin again and nods. “Mmhhmm. Now, what else you gotta tell me, babygirl?”

I smirk. “Well, Daddy…you see...”

He growls low in his throat. “Don’t tease me, little girl.”

I giggle. “I’m not, Daddy.”

I bring my hand down to rub my tummy. 

“You full from eating?” He asks, covering my hand on my tummy, rubbing what he thinks is a food baby.

“Nope. But, it’s nice to see you already rubbing my tummy. I can happily get used to this over the next 7 months.”

“7 months?” His brow creases in confusion for a moment before his eyes widen. “You...you’re...we’re…?”

I giggle and nod as I lean up to kiss him softly. 

“Yes, honey. I’m pregnant.” I say. “I’m 2 months along, and found out a few days ago. I was working on a story earlier, and that was gonna be how I told you, but shit happened, so I figured I’d just tell you.”

He lets out a high pitched squeal that I never would’ve expected from him, and pulls me right back into his arms and his lap. His beard tickles my neck as he grins against it, placing a soft kiss there. I giggle and wrap my arms ‘round him. Like I said, he’s a soft, 6’2” teddy bear wrapped in leather. 

My soft, 6’2” teddy bear wrapped in leather and I’m his buzzed haired girl. 

[gascon-en-exil]

I'm genuinely curious about your "Black Eagles most to least favourite" list.

Here you are.

#1: Hubert

Could there be any other? I remember back when there was a promo introducing the house retainers (well, Lorenz for the Deer) and everyone was saying that Hubert looked so obviously evil that there had to be some deeper explanation, that someone who took design cues from a two-dimensional villain like Fates’s Iago couldn’t possibly be Edelgard’s retainer. Then the game came out, and we all realized that Hubert was exactly as advertised and then some: a cold and calculating murderer and war criminal with his fingerprints all over almost every terrible thing that happens over the course of the story, as comfortable with chloroform and a razor as dark magic and down to perform unspeakable experiments on innocent civilians to turn them into war machines and then backstab his co-conspirators because he will suffer no rivals for his title of the Most Evil Man in Fòdlan. And yep, he looks like Dracula and Severus Snape had a one-night stand and their mpreg love child went to an anime convention...but when Ferdinand looks at Hubert he sees Mr. Darcy and the Phantom of the Opera and Edward Cullen/Christian Grey, and soon enough that snake in Hubert’s breeches will be singing quite the aria indeed. You do you, Ferdinand.

Ok, I’ve already rambled at length on Hubert’s bisexuality and the interesting things it reveals about both him and his two primary love interests, but I do also have to admire the sheer audacity both of Hubert as an incel/Nice Guy-flavored romantic false lead for Edelgard who never had a serious chance because of the self-insert fantasy and of the decision to follow that up with a trope-laden queer romance that perfectly counterbalances Hubert’s attraction to Edelgard and puts Ferdinand firmly in the place he was destined to occupy by choosing to side with the Empire. It’s nearly as outrageous as just how casually evil Hubert gets to be, as well as the immense potential for dark humor that lies with that. You have to bend over backwards to say that Hubert isn’t unapologetically, irredeemably evil, and if you try there will be significantly more fans just waiting to tell you that you’re wrong - myself included. He’s the Manfroy to Edelgard’s Arvis but so much than that, and I look forward to the point in the CF postgame where he effectively takes over the Empire in true evil chancellor fashion and unleashes the full extent of his horrors upon Fòdlan. He somehow got even better in the DLC too despite being absent from CS and getting no new supports, because the Abyssians in CF just can’t stop talking about his nefarious antics down there. I just can’t get enough of how good this guy is at being bad, and I love that FE gave us exactly what was advertised here.

#2: Ferdinand

Now here’s a case of the opposite, where what’s on the packaging didn’t prepare me for what was to come. If I remarked on Ferdinand at all during pre-release it was only to think that he might be part of a Christmas knight duo with Sylvain since the game looked like it wouldn’t have one of those. Early on there wasn’t much else to be said about Ferdinand; he was like Claude in that his popularity ran off a meme (except just the one rather than several), and in appearance and personality he was basically Lorenz with less ridiculous hair. But then came his supports, and his post-timeskip look, and suddenly Ferdinand blossomed into the subtext-laden fem with very bizarre taste in men - see above - that he could have only dreamed of being if he’d stuck to such well-trod ground as the Christmas knight archetype. We learn of his love for opera, his complicated relationship with his father, his worship of the hot mess diva Manuela and how he learned swordplay specifically to imitate her roles on the stage, and - yes - how some backhanded compliments and expensive gifts of tea turn him into a blushing Regency heroine. It all casts his unusually rote romances with women in a performative light (as opposed to Lorenz who is similarly performative but seems genuinely interested in the marriage market), to say nothing of his one-sided rivalry with Edelgard that brushes against jealousy over Hubert’s devotion to her more often than against romantic attraction to her, and that toys around with gendered behavior in a manner complementary to Edelgard’s own bucking of the gender status quo.

And while not to the same extent as Felix, I do appreciate that Ferdinand has two distinct arcs depending on the route - and unlike some who feel that one or the other detracts from his character as a whole I personally find that they complement each other well. In SS and if recruited to AM and VW he makes the hard choice to oppose his homeland, spending the timeskip waging a solitary battle against the Empire with his private militia and then joining back up with Byleth’s army at Garreg Mach because he knows Edelgard is in the wrong even as it pains him to depose the Adrestian emperor and leave his own status uncertain...not to mention fight Hubert, which merits a curious boss conversation as well as some extra lines in SS (plus the infamous Huge Hole™ remark that I will never stop referencing because it is hilarious) that, while not elevating Ferdibert anywhere near the level of Dimidue in terms of cross-route canon endorsement, nonetheless are suggestive of something deeper between them that exists even if they find themselves on opposite sides of a war. In CF by contrast Ferdinand gives into his craving for the title and holdings that Edelgard has just stripped from his father and embraces nationalism and his long-held ideal of what the office of the prime minister should to do as a means of justifying the Empire’s conquests. Of course in the process he also succumbs to Hubert’s, er, charms(?) and becomes the charismatic bureaucrat who is presumably saddled with the task of putting a positive spin on the Empire’s dystopian atrocities while Edelgard and Hubert do all the actual work...and Hubert does all the actual actual work, which includes a lot of murder and kidnapping and all manner of other things that he doesn’t share with his pretty lover and about which Ferdinand quickly learns not to ask. Two Jewels of the Empire, indeed.

#3-4: Edelgard and Dorothea

I go back and forth on these so I’m not going to bother putting them in a definitive order, particularly because I like them for very different reasons that are difficult to compare. For Edelgard, it would be most accurate to say that I enjoy her potential much more than her execution; she gets some meaty material to work with as a lord and as the driving antagonist of the whole game outside of CF, and while I still prefer Micaiah for female lords there’s something darkly satisfying about her need for control and domination and her utter refusal to compromise or remain stagnant...except where Byleth is concerned, and Edeleth drags her down so badly that it would be painful if I cared more about that type of strong female character. Had the game axed the self-insert obsession (even if that meant axing her bisexuality along with it) and focused on her experiences during the Insurrection as the source of her worldview and motivations I’d be inclined to like the final product far more, because that’s a hell of a lot more in line with what she actually does and conveniently also maps to the life of a real world ruler with whom I’m relatively familiar and whom history regards in appropriately ambivalent terms.

Dorothea on the other hand is someone I can relate to on a more personal level, mostly as a sex worker. She’s similar to Primrose from Octopath Traveler, both of them prostitutes and playing coy with the implications of the RPG dancer class archetype, although Primrose hits a few more of my buttons for being former nobility and being motivated by revenge. Then again, I fully understand Dorothea’s anxieties about growing old without a man to take care of her, even if she loses me (and Yuri picks up from where she leaves off) when she dips into lesbianism as an alternative option. She’s got her ups and downs for me - I love that she brings up incest kink with Caspar as opposed to this series’s usual outright incest, while I love less her strange Ferdinand supports that are suspended oddly between friendship and romance and...something else undefinable - and I don’t have much to say on her life as an opera diva except that it doesn’t surprise me in the slightest that she’s been turning tricks on the side and even got a sugar daddy to pay her way into the academy. Theatre and sex work have always gone hand-in-hand like that.

#5-7: Linhardt, Caspar, and Petra

This is why I couldn’t make up a list like this for the Lions or Deer, because most of their students would be in big clumps like this. I have no strong opinions on any of these characters; they each have their moments, but not enough to elevate them to where I actively like them or drop them down into real dislike. I suppose you could say I’m disappointed by how Caspar and Linhardt are visual allusions to Ike/Soren who do absolutely nothing else with that similarity except eloping in their paired ending...which is preceded by virtually nothing in the way of real chemistry. If I enjoy them for anything in particular it’s Linhardt’s wit and Caspar’s occasional bouts of emotional vulnerability, like his mini-arc in AM where he has to deal with his feelings surrounding Randolph’s death and then later gets an apology from Dimitri for it.

Petra is awkward all around as the game dances around her delicate political situation, and I also happen to agree with the VA who (if I recall) thought the character should have some sort of accent but wasn’t allowed to do one. (If anyone is wondering, based on her last name and Brigid being an island nation I headcanon it as a Celtic-derived culture, but as with my personal reading of Dedue and Duscur I know that doesn’t play well to the fandom at large).  All in all Petra feels like a more self-aware rendition of the exotic swordswoman archetype begun by Ayra in Jugdral, but there’s clearly still some work to be done on that front.

#8: Bernadetta

Ugh. With apologies to @capriciouscorvid for explaining how even unintentional disability representation can be taken as a positive, I just don’t see how Bernadetta’s character could possibly be considered a good thing when she’s so grating in almost all of her supports and most of her story and exploration presence outside of CF. All the screaming and high-pitched pronouncements of impending death get very old very quickly, and the part where she’s meant to be romantically appealing in her neediness and isolation is as lost on me as it would have been had it stemmed instead from a massive rack. Her supposedly sympathetic backstory doesn’t help much either, as it leaves me mostly with the thought that her father is an idiot because his methods obviously did not make her suitable to be a good wife. I also don’t care for how she’s one of several characters used to soften Jeritza (and that the way she does so is I think rather insulting to people with social anxiety, to liken it to a compulsion to commit murder), or even worse that people point to her Hubert support to try and say that he’s not such a bad guy and they’d be total besties just like Ferdinand and Dorothea (another pairing that doesn’t exactly scream BFFs). I mean, really....

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You Belong To Me: Daddy!Ashton

Request: could it be Ashton's daddy kink smut, him being jealous of some "friend" of his and stuff, you get the drill. (P.S can there be like a lot of grinding and teasing)

Requested by contest winner: chinchillaprimrozaye

A/N: Hey guys I hope you like this one if you do please reblog and like it would mean so much to me. By the way requests are closed right now but after I catch up on the ones that I have committed to I will re open them. Please understand that is very graphic and sexual in nature. Therefore if you are not comfortable with that please do not read. Thanks you all so much, enjoy!

Ashton had been invited to a party by some producer he met on his previous tour and of course he is bringing me along as his plus one. I look myself over in the mirror and smile content with my appearance. I’m wearing Ashton’s favorite dress of mine, one that he bought me as a reward a few months ago. It’s black and hugs my curves in all the right places. I even wore his favorite lace set underneath and did my hair the way he says makes me look like a princess.

“Baby girl, we need to go!” He calls from down stairs.

I immediately grab my bag and hurry down to him. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting. “I’m sorry, I was just finishing the final touches.” When I get down stairs I see him in his perfectly fitted tux looking as sexy as ever.

“Let me see you.” He smirks and grabs my hips and turns me in a slow circle. “Beautiful my love… so fucking gorgeous.” He comments and then kisses me softly.

“Thank you Daddy.” I purr back feeling my cheeks redden slightly.

He nods and then we quickly go out to the car where the drive he ordered is patiently waiting. In the back seat he leans over and whispers in my ear. “You know darling the best thing about limos is the partition…”

I blush again and shivering at the feeling of his breath on my neck. “Daddy!” I whisper hitting him lightly on the chest. He then swiftly grabs my hand and kisses it softly before winking at me.

We arrive at the party right on time and like the gentleman he is he exits the vehicle first and then takes my hand as I follow. He then wraps his arm around my waist as me walk down the short path surrounded by photographers. It’s something I’ve grown accustomed to since being with Ashton.

Walking into the party we start off by walking around saying high to everyone and doing introduction after introduction. Then after a while Ashton let’s me got over to the bar and order a drink. I stick to a simple gin and juice and as I sit on the twisty chair someone walks up and sits beside me.

“Hello I’m Greg.” He says extending a hand to me.

Surprised I hesitate but I shake his hand and sit down my glass. “Hi I’m Y/N…”

He smiles at me friendly. “I have to say you are very beautiful Y/N and I thought someone so beautiful some not be alone this evening.”

Immediately I blush and my heart beating extremely fast. “Um I’m actually not alone tonight but thank you…” I say awkwardly.

“Should have known… however I don’t see anyone with you right now.” He continues on and scoots closer to me.

I quickly look around for Ashton starting to feel extremely uncomfortable. “Well my someone is currently talking to someone and uh-”

He interrupts me and rests his hand on my leg. “Why I can keep you company until he comes back…”

Really panicking now when I feel Ashton’s hand on my shoulder I sigh in relief. “Love, who’s this?” He asks anger lacing his voice with a slight gruff.

“This is Greg, we were just talking about you.” I smile up at him but he already knows what I’m thinking.

“Hum.” Ashton says. “We’ll it’s nice to meet you Greg however Y/N and I have to go.” I stand up and Ashton practically drags me out of the party and back into the limo. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I say and hugging him close to me. “Thank you…”

I see him motion to the driver to roll up the partition and pulls away from me. “I was watching you and I couldn’t help myself. I saw him touch you. I saw him touch my baby.”

“I’m sorry.” I mumble helping bad about the situation but he shakes his head.

“Don’t apologize… Fuck I should go back there and tear him apart.” He growls roughly but lays his hand softly on my cheek. “Tell me who you belong to baby girl.”

“You Daddy, I’m yours.” I whisper a little shyly as I turn red for the millionth time tonight. “Always.”

“Fuck yeah you are…” He smirks and kisses me roughly while moving his hand to wrap it around my neck grasping it firmly in the way he knows makes me melt. “You like that don’t you?”

“Yes Daddy.” I whimper as he tighten his grip.

“Good girl.” He praises and lets go so that he can pull me onto his lap. “You’re always so good to Daddy, aren’t you.” I nod intoxicated by the way he runs his one hand down my side and uses the other one to drag his thumb over my bottom lip. He pulls me closer and kisses me. Running our hands over each other we get lost in the feeling of your lips molding together. However he slowly strays from lip to my neck. He also slowly shifts me to straddle his thigh. “I want you to grind down on my thigh baby girl, can you do that for me.”

“Yes Daddy.” I say obediently as he helps me lift my dress up and rocking my hips. ‘Oh fuck Daddy.”

He suddenly spanks my ass hard leaving a handprint for sure. “Watch your mouth little one, remember Daddy can make the pleasure stop any time he wants.”

“No Daddy, I’m sorry.” I say kissing his jaw line and then his lips. “It feels so good.”

Of course he smirks to himself hearing me talk as he goes back to assaulting my neck and collar bones. The driver then hits a bump making me moan loudly as my heat grinds harder down on him. “Daddy I need to cum, please let me cum.”

“Not yet princess, tonight Daddy wants to be inside of you when you cum.” He says but I whimper and keep going. He grunts and then pulls me off of him and flipping us so he’s on top of me. “Has the little situation tonight caused you to forget how to listen?”

“No Daddy I just-” I start but he cuts me off.

“No excuses… I think we are back, get out of the car and go wait for me upstairs.” He says and I wiggle out from under him to follow his directions.

Quickly I unlock the door to our house and leave it open before running up stairs. I kick off my shoes and slip out of my dress. I turn around and jump seeing that Ashton is right behind me. “You scared me…”  I smile a little.

“Good…” He smirks and then looks down at me. I see his eyes light up seeing that I’m wearing his favorite lingerie. “You look as beautiful as ever my darling…” He murmurs.

“Thank you Daddy.” I whisper and he moves my chin to kiss him.

He chuckles and takes my hand dragging me towards the bed. “Knees, now.” He commands and I do as he says dropping to them and waiting patiently. “You know what to do, don’t make me change my mind about not punishing you.”

“Sorry Daddy, please don’t punish me.”   I give him a pout and start unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He sits on the bed so that I can slide them off of him. He helps me by tugging off his own shirt and leaving him left in his boxers. Slowly I start kissing at his lower abdomen and hips. I look up at him a for a moment before taking the waistband of his boxers in my teeth and letting it snap back against him.

Grabbing a hand pull of my hair he pulls me up to him for a moment. “You are really punishing it little one.” He growls and pushes me back down. I slip his boxers off of him and bite my lip at the sight of his length slapping against his abdomen. I kiss his thigh and then slowly lick a wide strip up the underside of him. He groans and tightens his grip on me. Trying not set a giggle slip from my lips I wrap my hand around his base and move his cock towards me starting off with some teasing little kitchen licks and sloppy kisses along the shaft. I look up at him and I can already see his chest rising and falling semi quickly as he’s beginning to feel worked up. “Put me in your mouth baby.” He encourages softly and I place his tip in my mouth sucking softly. A chill goes down his spin and I smile a little taking more of him in. Then slowly and little by little I eventually am bobbing my head up and down his length with my lips and tongue. “That’s it baby, fuck that’s so good.” Then his hand still in my hair he starts making me go a little faster and a little deeper. I gag a little around his which makes him groan out and fight to buck his hips up to my face. My eyes start watering and I can feel my saliva running down my chin. “I’m close princess but don’t you dare swallow until I say so.” He grunts. By the time he cums he’s basically just face fucking me but I follow his instructions and hold his cum in my mouth and on my tongue even though some leaked out the corner of my mouth. “Let me see you.” He says helping me and pulling me close. “Stick out your tongue let me see.” He smirks and I show him that I took all of him in my mouth. “Good girl now swallow.” He says and I do.

“Thank you Daddy.” I smile bashfully as he wipe the cum and the tears off my face and then has me lick it off his finger.

“No thank you my beauty, you were so good for me, I think I might just fuck you in that little naughty pussy as a little treat.” He whispers while smirking devilishly making me shiver. Slowly he trails a hand down my body and then lightly and softly rubs my heat. “Whose pussy is this?”

I whimper a little at the sudden feeling and give him a little pout. “Y-your’s Daddy, but please Daddy I need you.”

“You know I just adore hearing you remind me, don’t worry I’m still going to fuck you, now get on the bed.” He says slapping my ass making me jump to it and motion him closer. “Now baby I love your body in this set, however I much prefer it bare.” He grins and undresses me quickly before leaving sloppy kisses over my entire body making me giggle here and there before he sinks his teeth into the skin right above my hip bone.

“Daddy!” I yelp and he ignores me my licking over the freshly bruised skin and giving it a gentle kiss. He then kisses back up to my lips and then turns me onto my tummy.

“Stick that ass up baby before I have spank you until you cry.” Immediately I wiggle it up to him knowing he’s being completely serious. “Good girl.” He says and I can he the smile in his voice. Slowly he spits down onto my pussy and then his cock to get them ready and the I feel him line up with my entrance. I swear the world goes into to slow motion as he teases me by only sticking the tip in and then pulling right back out.

“Daddy please, I need you so bad, I want your cock. I was so good for you Daddy.” I start to plead frustration starting to take over me.

“I can help it baby I just love teasing you… the way you whimper and whine and try not squirm… It drives me crazy… especially know that an asshole like that guy tonight will never ever see you like this.” He saying but suck in air at the end when I try to push my ass back for him to got deep. He slaps my ass hard. “Stop that.”

“Daddy please!” I whine even harder and louder than before. “This isn’t fair!”

He suddenly slams into me making me yelp extremely loud completely taken aback. “Oh baby girl by know you should know that Daddy doesn’t always play fair.” He chuckles and starts thrusting in and out as a good pace before leaning down to kiss at my neck and whisper in my ear. “See but that’s the difference between me and those other guys out there. I may not always give you what you want, but I always give you what you need, isn't that right princess?” Barely able to process his words now that not only is his driving himself in and out of me but that he’s almost teasing my clit with just the very tips of his fingers I moan out and nod.”I asked you a fucking question.” He growls moving his hand on my clit to smack my ass before returning quickly.

“Yes Daddy! You’re right, you’re always so right Daddy, please don’t stop I need to cum.” I beg as I moan and he growls and every second seems like an hour waiting for the wonderful release. Still rubbing my clit he keeps us balanced with his over hand while also kissing all along my back and neck and marking me every chance he can get. He goes harder and fast second by second and I’m sure our neighbors can hear the bed hitting the wall combined with our admittedly loud voices mixed in. A knot starts to build deep inside me and I find myself approaching the edge of my orgasm. “Daddy I’m so close don’t stop, please let me cum.”

“Go ahead baby, cum for Daddy.. Fuck I’m right there to baby, I’ve got you, cum for me.” He says just above a whisper and I can feel his muscles tighten around me. I grip the sheets and my legs start to quiver and it’s almost too good that I start moving away. “No I got you baby, just cum for Daddy.” He says holding me tighter. Just then I feel myself let go and orgasm while he finishes himself inside me.

“Oh fuck Daddy.” I whimper as my arms can’t support me anymore and I let myself sort of just collapse on the bed.

“Fuck baby I know.” He groans rubbing his hand down my back and holding my hip with his other as I pulls out. “Come here princess.” He whispers and rolls me over before picking me up. “I love you so much, you were such a good girl, I love how beautiful you look right after I fuck you. All sleepy and wrecked. Little rosey cheeks and sweat lining your forehead….” He trails off as I notice he takes us into the bathroom and turns on the water.

“I love you too Daddy.” I whisper kissing his jaw line and slowly as he places me down and we get in the shower I give him a real kiss. “I’m always your’s Daddy, you don’t ever have to worry about that.”

“I know baby but I still like to remind you now and then.” He chuckles making me giggle to as we clean up and turn in for the night.