#dorcas x barty

[darlingmylovethatsmurder]

Petition to make a ship name (platonic or/and romantic) Dorcas x Barty 😋

Crowkiller

Crowdoe

Crowdow

Bartcas

Voting ended onNov 20, 2025

(inspired by @sunnydayyzee)

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

barty judges anyone who wants to date dorcas severely. he has made people cry simply for trying to ask her out

[sylviaplathenthusiast]

*pops out of nowhere* i now have a draft on my drive titled it came to me in a dream *runs away*

[lexithwrites]

dorty (dorcas x barty) mini oneshot (shoutout to the jeg fest server) | lexith writes | 431 words | hints of nsfw but nothing explicit, just kink

Dorcas sighed as she flipped through her book, fingers tracing the words and then sliding under the page and pushing it to the side. It was all deliberate; slow and intentional so he had time to focus on the way her fingers moved across the paper. She wanted him to feel desperate for what she did next. On edge. Just how she liked him. 

“Mistress?” His voice was soft and pliant, but there was that little hint of desperation behind it that made Dorcas smile. 

“Yes?” 

“Can I put my head in your lap?” Barty asked, looking up at her through his long lashes. His leash was looped around her wrist and she gave it a playful little tug, making his head jerk up. “Please?”

“Good boy. You want to?” Barty nodded, ever so slightly stretching up so he was closer to her. Not close enough to touch, he hadn’t been given permission yet, but enough that he could smell her perfume again. God, he loved her perfume. Sweet vanilla with undertones of rum and cedarwood. It made him lightheaded in just the right way, and all Barty wanted was to press his nose to her pulse point and inhale. But his head could be in many other places right now…

“Please, Mistress? I’ve been a good boy.” He insisted, tilting his head and hoping he looked sweet enough for her to give in. Dorcas watched him for a second before her free hand reached down to stroke his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed and Barty felt his body ignite at her touch alone. God, he loved her. “I’ve been so good.” 

“You have, haven’t you?” She contemplated it and then uncrossed her legs, patting her thigh. “Come here, love.” Barty’s eyes opened again and he grinned, eagerly crawling closer and kneeling in front of her right leg. 

“Can I touch you?” 

“Of course.” She nodded and his large, tattoo covered hands wrapped around her leg. She liked being reminded that even though he was huge in comparison to her, he still knelt before her. He made himself smaller for her. Barty practically moaned when he touched her and when his cheek pressed against the soft, expensive fabric of her skirt, Dorcas felt herself throb. “Good boy, Barty.” She cooed, stroking his hair and hearing him whine in relief. 

“Thank you, Mistress.” He nuzzled her thigh for a second before relaxing into her, wanting her to finish her book. And Dorcas did, painfully slowly, all whilst running her fingers through his hair and against his scalp.

Barty loved being her pet.