#Dettlaff x reader

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Dettlaff | Sweeter

Prompt: "I want to try something new"

Alongside the following request:

"Dettlaff loves you madly, deeply, unconditionally, but demonstrates his animalistic nature in your intimate affairs. You feel uncomfortable and sore, so you decide to teach him more human ways of pleasing and receiving pleasure."

Word count: 3300+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, angst

His body was hot on bent over me, hovering like a huge tower of muscle. His chest hit my back as he leaned over, sharp fangs grazing against my shoulder blades. I shuddered as the skin broke, his tongue slithering over my skin to catch any drop of blood that escaped the fresh cuts. He groaned, grunted, made noises that no one could describe. Droplets of sweat dripped onto my skin, scorching hot and oh-so-able to make me shiver. I let out a small moan as he reached around my body, hips pressing flush against my ass as he pressed himself into me, growled, and... Came. Dettlaff nearly collapsed on top of me, head falling against my back. I heard him try to catch his breath, his length slipping from my depths and soon replacing it with his fingers. He tugged - firmly - and I let out a pained sound. I saw his brow knit as he gazed inside of my cunt, pushing it any sperm dribbling down my legs. 'Yeah, all in there... Clench those thighs together, (Y/n). I don't want any to slip out of you.' He didn't even notice the slight clench of my walls around his fingers, indicating that I was about to orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of me, wiping them dry on the blanket. He leaned down to kiss me relentlessly, teeth and tongue ravishing my mouth without allowing me to breathe. As soon as I tasted iron in the kiss, I pulled back, exhausted and alas, far from satisfied. 'I love you, (Y/n)... You're my mate for life, and if someone comes to get you, they will pay with their death.'

I didn't respond, instead choosing to rest my head against the pillow - there was no point in trying to cuddle. Dettlaff smiled a little, leaning down to kiss me again. 'Your obedience speaks volumes, my dear.' He arose, finding his clothes and putting them on. 'I will be back tonight.' he spoke, draping a blanket on top of me. After he left, I let out a sorrowful whimper. Of course, I loved the Vampire so much... But there was no love in his way of fucking - just instinct, as if he was completely taken over by his beastly desires. It took a good ten minutes to get up, wash myself and get dressed.   With a slight limp in my step, I went to the market. The weather was nice today in Beauclair. Enjoying the sun, I purchased some fresh fruits, candies and bread. As I stood at a market stand that was selling fabrics - one of my dresses was becoming a little worn down - I heard a familiar voice behind me. 'What a lovely colour would that be on you, (Y/n).' I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the sight of my lover's closest friend. 'Hello Regis. Thank you, then I think I will get a piece of it.' I paid the merchant and stuffed the roll of fabric into my basket, which was getting pretty full. 'How are you doing?' I asked the Higher Vampire, who was rubbing his chin rather thoughtfully. 'Just enjoying the sun - what an odd thing to say as a Vampire, hm?' I lightly laughed at the mention of this myth. 'And what about you, Mrs van der Eretein?' I blushed at the nickname and let out a small chuckle - Regis often teased me with the knowledge of my hopes that Dettlaff would ask me to marry him soon. 'I am doing wonderful, thank you.' We walked down a bunch of stairs so we were looking out over the water. I offered Regis an apple, which he took with a thankful grin. 'Why are you lying to me, (Y/n)? I can see the sadness in your eyes?' I let out a sigh. 'Would you understand, Regis?' 'Well, I cannot answer that unless you tell me what is going on.'

The crimson hue that spread over my cheeks had me hide my face in my hands. 'Ugh, it's embarrassing.' 'How can you tell?' 'Because it's to do...' I lowered the volume of my voice. 'It's to do with sex.' Regis hummed and looked at me with an expecting nod, telling me to continue on.

'I really love Dettlaff, you know... But whenever we make love, there is not much... Well, love. He's so... Rough, in a bad way. I rarely orgasm.' By the way Regis was smiling, I was sure that my face must've been as red as the apple I was holding. To hide my blush, I took a bite and looked away. 'You know that Dettlaff loves you too, right?' I nodded, looking down at the water. 'I know.' 'The way Vampires love is way different than the way humans love, (Y/n). Dettlaff is a very emotional being. He is intense, extreme when it comes to expressing himself.' I was silent for a bit, looking over at the older Vampire. 'I know.' 'Then I am sure you also know that he will listen if you tell him you want him to be more gentle. Less bestial, if you catch my meaning.' After a few seconds, I gave him a small hum. 'I can always try. He will be back tonight, and I have no idea what he is up to right now.' 'I think he's at his toy shop.' Regis mused, tossing the eaten apple core into the lake. 'Plenty time of you to prepare. Make it a little romantic in your room and I am sure he will be up for it.' Regis put a hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it. 'Thank you.' I whispered. 'That's what friends are for.'

~ That evening, I sat in the bedroom, wearing a robe. I had put a freshly washed duvet on it, had taken a bath and was wearing some light perfume. I was just lightning a few candles as I felt a door open and close behind me. 'What are you doing?' I heard a deep voice. 'Just... Dettlaff, please come sit with me.' I sat down on the bed and patted the blanket. Hesitantly, he obeyed. I fingered a few buttons on his frock coat and he saw it as a sign to take it off. I sighed as he draped it onto the ground, looking at me with that same confused face. 'I... I want to try something new.' I whispered, letting my hand slide around his waist to pull him a little closer. 'What do you mean?' 'I mean...' I paused, looking for the right words. 'I mean that I want you to make love to me the human way.'

He frowned, still unsure of what I meant by that. But before he could open his mouth to respond, I let myself sit down on his lap, straddling him. 'I want you to gently take me, kiss me everywhere, whisper sweet things in my ear... I want you to make me cum so hard that I can't walk tomorrow... I want...' I felt a tent press against my butt and I knew it was turning him on. 'I want you to make me feel good, and I will do the same to you.' Dettlaff lowly hummed and leaned upwards for a kiss, but I stopped him by pressing my fingers to his mouth. 'Sssh...' I reached for the belt around my robe, untying it. I let it fall off my shoulders, revealing that I was wearing nothing underneath. He gasped a little, tilting his head slightly to take in my body. Again, I pressed my index- and middle finger to his mouth, tugging at his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and I let his saliva make my digits become wet. I pulled them back, sliding my damp hand over my abdomen and between my legs. 'Hmm... Do you want to have a taste, darling?' I purred, starting to play with myself. He had to obviously withhold himself from grabbing me and taking me in the way he usually did. Teasingly, I ground myself against his clothed member, which was stiff against his pants.

'If you... Hm... If you want me to fuck you gently, you shouldn't tease me like that.' I pouted at Dettlaff's remark, pretending to be hurt. 'Can't you just let me have some fun, too?' He leaned back, hands resting on the bed. 'If that's what you want, (Y/n).' 'No, you don't understand...' I whispered with a patient sigh. 'Here, take some clothes off.' I helped him strip down until he was fully naked, and I gently pushed him on the bed. I knelt down between his legs, looking up at him with half-closed eyes. 'What...' he let out a low hum as I took a hold of his erection, pressing a kiss to the side of it. 'What are you doing?' 'Just try to enjoy it, OK?' I said. I had never sucked him off before, but his cock smelt amazing... 'Is this some kind of sorcery?' he breathed, swallowing a moan as I softly took the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. 'Are you trying to eat my genitals?' I had to withhold a laugh. 'No, Dettlaff...' I said, licking the base and taking him in whole again. He grunted, lifting his hips slightly off the bed. 'Fuck, that feels good...' I pulled back for air, jerking him off a few times. 'It's called a blowjob.' I said. 'Oral sex. You can try oral sex on me, too...' 'Do you want me to?' I nodded and smiled softly. 'OK.' he said, lacing his fingers through my hair. 'Oh, you look so beautiful...' I pulled back the foreskin, softly sucking on his shaft. 'Ah, fuck!' I let out a small giggle, leaning down my head to suck on his testicles. Dettlaff tensed. 'Holy shit. Stop, I don't want to cum yet...'

I crawled on top of him, kissing him firmly. His hands wrapped around my waist, holding me close. After a moment, he pulled back for air. 'I want to give you a blowjob as well...' I burst out laughing. 'Oh, Dettlaff... That's not called a blowjob when performed on women, it's called eating out. I want you to eat my pussy.' 'Eating a pussy? That's a little sad, such a small kitty...' 'No, Dettlaff...' I felt like I was high from the amount of butterflies he gave me right now. 'That's a term for cunt... Vagina... You really didn't know that?' 'No...' he was sincere as he looked at me. 'Oh...' he blushed all of a sudden.

'So when I asked you what you had been doing the other day and you said "touching my pussy" with such a grin, you actually didn't mean you had seen a cat on the street and pet it?'

Dettlaff looked at me with such innocent confusion that I toppled over on top of him, cackling loudly. 'That's not what I meant indeed.' He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me. 'I was already wondering why you was already smirking like that.' I looked up at him, resting my chin against his chest. 'So you gonna eat my cunt or what?' 'I am curious to have a taste.'

I got out of his arms, laying on my back on the bed. I beckoned him to come closer, spreading my legs. 'What... What do you want me to do?' He leaned over me, kissing me on the lips for a moment. 'I want to make you feel good as well.' 'You can suck on my nipples first.' I boldly said. 'But.. Ain't that for feeding children? Won't you better be keeping that until I give you a child?' 'I don't produce any breast milk right now. Only during and after pregnancy.' Dettlaff rubbed his chin, looking down at my breasts. 'It's pleasurable, also for men.' 'Really?' I leaned a little forward, pressing a kiss on one of his nipples. The Higher Vampire let out a sigh. 'That indeed feels nice.' 'Then please...' Without wasting another second, he sucked down on one of my breasts, taking it into his mouth. The other, he grabbed firmly, massaging it with his palm. A moan left my lips, my back arching into him so the mound of flesh was fulling filling his mouth. 'They taste really nice...' Dettlaff muttered after pulling back, grazing his tongue against the perky nub. 'I should do that more often.' I rubbed my drenched core against his bare leg in order to tease him a little. 'The best is still to come, darling...' He moved down to sit between my legs, kissing my abdomen a few times. He knew the scent of my excitement, but he had never tasted it before. I spread my legs, using my own hands to push apart my folds. 'See that? When it's wet like it is now, it means my body is ready for intercourse.' 'Intercourse... Such an odd word.' 'Well, mating is often used for animals, wanting to get offspring. But intercourse, or making love as it is sometimes called, it's just for pleasuring each other to make them feel how much you love them.' 'So not always with the means of getting a child?' I hummed in response and stroked with my finger across my labia. 'See this tiny button over here?' Dettlaff gave a small nod. 'It's called a clitoris. It's an intensely sensitive spot on a woman's pussy. I often rub it to make myself orgasm, but I would much prefer it if you'd suck and lick it.' Dettlaff nodded thoughtfully, inspecting it with great interest. 'So you just want me to...' he leaned in, his hot breath hitting the soaked lips. 'Hmmm, yeah.' I said with a lewd sigh. The anticipation that seared through my core was almost killing me.

A loud moan came from me as he licked down, inexperienced and exploring. He wasn't sure of the movement of his tongue, but as soon as he saw me wriggle and moan under the heat he pressed against me, he became more certain of his actions. The taste of it had caused something to grow in his eyes, something I had never seen before. He sucked my clit, letting out a chuckle when I squealed in pleasure. 'Oh, Dettlaff, fuck...' I grabbed my own breasts and pressed them together, making sure that he'd see it. He sucked down a little harsher at the sight, clearly turned on by it. My toes curled as his tongue slithered into my depths, curling as my walls clenched around it. 'You taste so well, (Y/n)...' he grunted against me, sending vibrations through my spine. 'What was it called again?' 'E-Eating... Oh... Eating out-t-ooh, right there!' His tongue lapped across my soaked folds, large fingers parting them so he could suck on them both. 'I want to eat you out every day, then.' I smiled at the thought of that. 'Seeing you like this makes me want to do very rough things to you.' he said, nuzzling my core. I closed my eyes, arching my back. I didn't want to orgasm just yet, wanting it to come to a conclusion otherwise.

'Then let me show you something.' I mewled, wanting him to pull back since fuck was I close. 'Come over here...' He crawled on top of me, kissing me. For the first time I tasted my own essence on his lips, around his mouth as his tongue dove into me. I smiled, my hand going down to find his erection. He grunted as I took a hold of it, guiding it upwards to press it against my core. I wrapped my legs around his hips, hoping he would roll them forward. Dettlaff took notice of what I was trying to do, pressing himself into my vagina with not much difficulty. We both let out a sigh of satisfaction, the Higher Vampire frowning a bit. His arms wrapped around me, tensing as if he wanted to lift me up. 'What are you doing?' 'Trying to turn you around?' he looked at me as if it was the most normal thing and my question was plain stupid. I didn't blame him, he didn't know it any other way.' 'Oh, Dettlaff, no, I want to look you in the eye when you fuck me.' 'That's a thing when mating?' 'You will like it, I am sure.' I started to move against him, his thrusts soon meeting mine. I bit on my lip, maintaining eye-contact with him while he gradually started to increase his speed. He smiled a little as he saw my face twist in pleasure, my lips slightly parting as I let out a wanton sound. 'You like that, hm?' he said with a loving smile. I nodded. 'I love to see you like this.' he confessed, grunting as he slammed himself back into me. 'Shit, I love this, really...' he muttered, 'Being able to see your face like this... I've never known it could make me feel this way during mat- I mean, intercourse.' I smiled at him, tangling my fingers in his dark locks. 'Kiss me.' I urged, wanting to have him deeper inside me in more ways than one. His body was sticky against me, his skin scorching me but it was nothing but pleasurable. He deeply kissed me, rolled his tongue into me again and breathed heavily through me. For the first time, there was something else than instinct and vampiric behaviour in his thrusts. I wanted him to release into me so badly, so I pulled him tighter into me, his testicles slapping against me every time he pressed forward. 'Are you going to cum, baby?' I coaxed him, letting out a breathy moan that sounded very naughty. 'Are you going to fill me up?' 'What nonsense are you sputtering, (Y/n)?' Dettlaff said confusedly. 'Just wanting to talk dirty to you...' He was silent for a second, then showed me a toothy grin. 'In that case... Keep on going.' 'Are you going to make me your cum-slut, Dettlaff?' He raised an eyebrow. 'Darling, don't call yourself a slut. I know you aren't one.' 'Then try this.' I said, softly pushing him off me. I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips and I let myself sink down onto him. 'Hmmm, yeah, I'm going to ride you, alright?' He grabbed my waist but I moved his hands down to my butt. 'I want you to fill me with your seed, Dettlaff...' I whispered while starting to ride him with a speed that was desperate, awaiting sweet release. 'I want it to stay in there, too... Make sure it stays in there...' 'Hmmm, do you want that?' One of his hands went up to massage my breast, the other groping my ass while I kept lifting and sinking myself onto his cock. The sound of skin slapping skin had me moaning. 'Yes, Dettlaff.' 'Are you going to give me a child?' 'Oh, yes... Yes!' My legs started shaking uncontrollably, my walls clenching around his length. I began to tremble, letting all control go of my body. As I came harder than I ever had, Dettlaffs finger brushed against my clitoris, a proud smile soon accompanying his features. Soon, he closed his eyes tightly as he felt me start to break down, emptying himself in my depths. I collapsed on top of him, resting my head against his heavily moving chest. His heartbeat was immensely fast. He kept himself sitting in me for a little longer until he pulled out and I winced at the sensation. Wholly satisfied and exhausted, I looked him in the eye. 'That was incredible... Thank you for trying your best for me, Dettlaff.' I whispered, softly smiling as he kissed my forehead. 'No need to thank me. I should thank you for this amazing experience. It certainly was an eye-opener to me... I hope to do this again with you very soon.'

I smiled. 'Of course. I love you.' 'I love you, too, (Y/n).' I closed my eyes, resting against him. His hands roamed over my body, insatiable almost. I enjoyed the touch as I softly drifted off to sleep. Right as I slipped into a slumber, I heard him mutter something underneath me. 'Do you want to become my wife?'

[cosmos-coma]

Absolutely you can!! Oh, how I miss out dear brooding vampire ♥️♥️

C - Comfort- How would they help you when you feel down/have a panic attack?

Detlaff may seem complicated from the outside but he has always been a simple man- he knows actions speak better than words. He also knows that in delicate situations he does not always have the best luck in choosing the right words. So he just wraps his arms around you, holding you so so close as his warm earthy scent flooding over you and gives you the grounding breath you so desperately needed.

D- Dreams - How to they picture their future with you?

Dettlaff.... actually tries his best not to think too hard about the future. Because deep down he knows that, unless a miracle comes, his time with you on this word is finite, and that one day he will be without you. So instead he focuses on the here and now, he wants to turn dreams into reality today because you won't always have tomorrow.

H- Honesty- Do they have secrets they hide from you or do they share everything?

Dettlaff always prefers to be honest with you, he hates secrets in general and doesn't really understand why people keep them. However, he did keep his vamparism from you for a while, just until he was sure you weren't the "torches and ptichforks" type.

J- Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He likes to think he's not, but he 100% is. If any stranger gets far too close while talking to you, or god forbid gets brazen enough to reach out and touch you, you can bet that within seconds there'll be a familiar hand wrapping around your waist and a possessive little squeeze to follow.

K- Kiss- Are they a good kisser? what was the first kiss like?

He is a pretty good kisser, but your first kiss together was a little rusty. He's picky when it comes to love and he doesn't feel anything half way to it had been quite some time since he had last kissed, but by god did that first kiss carry all the love, passion, and heart he could have possibly fit into it.

L- Love confession? how would they confess to their you?

Like I said, Dettlaff doesn't half-ass his feelings, but hes also rather reserved and selective. You definitely caught his attention when you first came into his life, but at the time he was so convinced he was better off alone that it took him a little while to come to his senses. But when he does he pulls you away to the quiet library, away from everyone and everything so its just the two of you. It's there that he finally confesses just how much he loves you and that you have bewitched him mind, body, and soul.

N- Nicknames- What do they call you?

Moth is one of his favorites. Though he's not always fond of the "predator-prey" insinuation when it comes to bats and moths, they've always been one of his favorite creatures, much like you.

P- PDA- Are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag about you in front of others or are they shy?

He's not so bold when it comes to PDA. He just doesn't see the need in making a show out of your relationship. But that's not to say he's not openly affectionate! The man loves to keep within arms reach whether wrapping an arm around you or just letting his knuckles brush against yours, he likes to let you know that he's always there if you need.

(Now if someone is openly flirting with you? Then he gets a little more brazen, :) )

[terato-onlyfangs]

Serendipity (which as a intro and chapter 1 already)

So here's my gift for my followers, a fanfic with chapters. That'll lead to Regis x Reader! It'll be only on my ao3, along side other character stuff. I had gotten a Dettlaff request there. So ye!

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ANY THE WITCHER 3 BABIES HERE??? I WANNA WRITE SOMETHING FOR OUR BELOVED VAMPIRES AND MAYBE GERALT SO BAD, BUT IDK IF SOMEONE IS ALIVE HERE

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SFW alphabet | Dettlaff

Yes, I do write not only LOTR things, but some others as well.

Enjoy and have a nice day^^

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) 

Dettlaff feels everything deeper than we, humans, so it must be said that his affection is really strong. It grows slowly, cause he questions all of his feelings toward you.

It makes him feel completely vulnerable, seeing you watching him, and at first he ignores you a little rudely. Later he changed the way he interacted with you to something more warm and polite, and it became the point of no return.

B = Body (Their favorite body part of their partner, why? Do they like touch?) 

Shoulders line. Considering Beauclair's fashion on closed dresses, Dettlaff finds this part of your body very intimate to show. And it feels very precious to be able to touch you there, kiss soft skin on your sharp bones.

C = Courtship (What do they do to take your attention?) 

Doesn't really want to take your attention. He prefers to stay in the shadows and watch, waiting if you would notice him or not. Being sure that you like him back makes him more confident - he'll come to talk with you, share a meal or drink, escort you on a journey to the nearby city - having no other thoughts that make you feel comfortable around him.

D = Domestic (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?) 

He doesn't have a real understanding of what home really is. Dettlaff thinks about it as a place where you can sleep or wait out the danger. At this point he doesn't care about having one special place to stay.  It'll take a lot of time for him to get used to what home really is, not without your help, of course.  

E = Espousal (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?) 

Believes you're his forever from the moment you became lovers. Doesn't really get the concept of marriage, because for him it changes nothing in his attitude - he loves you and only this makes sense. May agree to the ceremony, if you explain why this is so important to you, but definitely won't be that one who proposed.

F = Fragile (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?) 

Extremely protective, sometimes even too much. Rarely does it feel like he's making a bubble around you, so no one and nothing could hurt you. Vampires do not die in the usual sense, but live, knowing he couldn't protect you, seems much worse to him. Dettlaff does everything he could and even more for you to still be safe.

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they like receiving gifts?)

It could be both usual gifts, popular in the human world, and something crazy, that he finds suitable for the occasion. Has an explanation for why he chose this or that to give to you, but what really makes him happy is when you see right through and understand the meaning of the gift by yourself.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) 

He'd like to say that he is not a hug-lover, but the point is he's just not used to it. The more you hug him, the more he likes it. If it started as some awkward friend hugs, soon it'll evolve to more passionate and tight hugs. For now he could really spend an hour or two lying down and hugging you.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)  

Intimacy and romance are hard things for Dettlaff. He has no need for such, and barely catches the right mood. But the closer you get, the more intimate he will become. Bare sex changes to making love, usual meetings in the town become something more like dates, his words and action appear more and more dedicated to you and express his real feelings. He opens his heart, and it is priceless.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He has a big feeling of possessiveness. Despite he considers you as a part of his pack, Dettlaff has no intentions of sharing you with anybody. He gets truly aggressive when jealous, but the most difficult thing is that his jealousy sometimes is indeed unfounded. He is not good at understanding people's ways of communication and it happens that he perceives someone's good manners for flirting.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) 

Most of Dettlaff’s kisses are passionate and wild. It feels like you're walking on a knife blade. Sometimes he bites your lips to blood, unintentionally, and it feels dangerous and exciting at the same time. But on those rare (well, not really rare) occasions, when you kiss him first, he froses for a moment and then answers softly and gently, maintaining your path.

L = Love language (What’s their love language?) 

Attention and actions. If Dettlaff is in love - he is fully dedicated to his partner. All his thoughts and actions are aimed at his beloved one. He notices every change, every little detail, and he remembers all of them. Actions mean more than words, but before acting he wants to be sure he knows how to do it properly.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) 

Depends on whether he spends the night with you or not. If yes, he'd probably wait until you wake up, looking at your face, touching your hair or tracing his fingertips on your bare shoulders.

If not, he'll wait for you somewhere around the house, smirking at your sleepy look and gladly responding to your morning hugs.

N = Nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

Doesn't use them and simply call you by the name. And for very rare occasions may use "Love". Similarly isn't very fond of hearing different nicknames towards himself, but secretly loves that time, when you couldn't remember his name and used to call him "Mister Vampire".

O = Overture (How did everything start?) 

First he saw you some years after his Beauclair "adventure". He was living quietly, hiding in a small village near the mountains, when you came there to visit your friends. Dettlaff followed you back to Beauclair, attracted by curiosity he never expected to feel towards the human world again.

P = Pace (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?) 

Unexpectedly, he really hurries into a relationship. Because Dettlaff feels everything very deeply, his feelings overwhelm him, and he just couldn't resist his urgent need to speed up the events. He barely touches your hand, but blood already rushes through his veins, making him want to grab you in his arms and never let go.

Q = Queen/King (Who takes the initiative in relationships?)

It could be said that you take the initiative equally. Sometimes it's him who leads, other times it's your turn to reveal your wishes and be the one who takes responsibility. Everything is fine while you listen to one another.

R = Remembrance (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) 

That day when you first stayed for the night together somewhere in the little house in the mountains. Staring at the stars, drinking wine, talking about something funny and noncenless... That felt so surreal, so unbelievable, and yet that was so true.  

S = Salvage (What issues does this relationship help him to cope with?) 

From the very start your relationship helps him with his total distrust of people. Humans lied to him and betrayed him many times, so he didn't expect to give them any other chance. But here he is, trying to learn how to live with people around, trying to join your circle of friends.

T = Tiny (How are they around children?)

That fact that he voluntarily worked as a toy maker in Beauclair says that at least he is not against children. Is not a type who wants his own children but will not be against if one or two orphans would be around.

U = Ulterior (What’s their secret?) 

Dettlaff would never admit it, even under the threat of death, but he likes when you scratch his back. Especially when during this he could embrace you.

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?) 

He is quick enough with the relations, but it takes really a lot of time for him to be able to reveal what's on his mind. Most of the time he takes time for your problems and needs, neglecting his own. And it means so much when you sit next to him, take his pale cold palms to yours and make him speak, listen to everything he wants to whisper to you, either it's words of love or his biggest fear.

W = Wound (How do they feel about exposing their scars/injuries?) 

As a vampire Dettlaff has great regeneration skills, so he doesn't get scars or so. And all of the injuries heal really quick on him. Only the one time you saw him wounded - when some other vampire pierced him with his claws. You lost consciousness, being scared to death by that picture. He swore that never again he would let you see anything like that.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon about your relationship) 

He finds it cute when you get a little drunk. It's mostly impossible for a vampire to feel intoxicated, but humans do get drunk, and it seems funny for him. Seeing you smiling more than usual and how your cheeks become red, excites him a lot.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn’t with them?) 

He panics. Your absence makes him so nervous that he can't concentrate on anything. Even if you let him know that you'd be gone for some time, he will hastily pacing around the room, waiting for your comeback. There were a couple of times when he tried to follow you, but when you asked for some time to be alone, Dettlaff tries his best to stay away and not bother you.

Z = Zzz (How are nights spent with them?) 

Vampires don't need to sleep, actually, so at first he just said "Good night" to you and left you alone, then wandering around the house till morning. Yet sometimes you fell asleep on his chest or laps and he could stay still all night just to let you sleep. Still strange to him, but he likes it when you say that it's too cold or too scary to sleep alone, and he can legally stay in your bed. 

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can i request a dettlaff with another higher vampire? maybe they're friends with regis and/or geralt? thank you!

A/N: These both literally were sent in in 2020 but I was keeping them because I love them and I love Dettlaff and I knew they’d be used one day 🤡🤡 I’m a terrible writer lmao I did change it up just a little but I hope it’s okay! and I um hope the two who sent these in are still around.... cause yeah 2 years.... 

Warnings: none, fluffy

The Rosemary and Thyme was rambunctious and lively as bards sang and performers dance for the crowd. Every table was crammed full and there was a large group of people dancing closer to the stage. 

You were squeezed onto a bench between Dettlaff and Geralt. You were trying your best to contain your excitement, but it was quite difficult. Every now and then, you would find yourself clapping along with the music or even dancing in your seat. Being that the bench you were on was crowded, nearly every movement you made had you bumping into either Geralt or Dettlaff.

“You should go up there to dance, Y/N.” Geralt suggested, nodding to the crowd at the front of the room. 

“You’re sittin’ there squirmin’ like you’ve got ants in your trousers.” Zoltan commented from across the table. 

“It’s not often that I get to come to events like these.” You explained. “Dettlaff doesn’t enjoy them.”

“He looks like he’s being tortured. The poor sap.” Zoltan shifted his gaze to the higher vampire. 

You turned your head to look at your husband. 

He wasn’t paying a bit of attention to the bards or the performers. The look that was on his face screamed displeasure and discontent. 

“Geralt is right, Y/N.” Regis spoke from the other side of Dettlaff. “You should go dance. You would enjoy it.”

“I would only go if someone joins me.”

Dettlaff could feel your eyes on him. 

He shook his head, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“My heart–,”

“It would just be for a few minutes, Dettlaff.”

“And in those few minutes, I would make a fool of myself dancing to this kind of music.”

“Always dramatic, Dettlaff, my love.” You rubbed his arm with a little smile. 

A couple minutes later, Priscilla was making her way on to the stage. 

You began to cheer for your friend and even going as far as to stand up as you clapped.

“Dettlaff, look!”

“I see who it is, my dear.”

“Clap for her, Dettlaff!”

“Darling, our beloved Dettlaff is an old soul.” Regis put his hand on Dettlaff’s arm. “In every sense of the word.”

You returned to your seat, smoothing out your skirt and then taking a sip of your drink.

“What does that make us?” You raised a brow with a little grin. 

“Young and lively, of course. While Dettlaff lives up to his age, we will never be older than one-hundred-and-twenty.”

“I like the sound of that.” You giggled. 

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The night seemed to be over far too soon. You enjoyed the time spent with friends. Stories and drinks were shared, and there were many laughs. 

After parting ways with everyone, you and Dettlaff began to walk by yourselves towards the inn you would be staying at. 

With your arm hooked around his elbow, you leaned against him. 

“Did you enjoy tonight?” You looked over at him. 

“I always enjoy my nights spent with you.” He smiled tenderly at you. “Did you?”

“I had a fantastic evening.” You nodded. ��The only thing that would have made it better would have been dancing with my husband.”

“Well, I don’t think that is something I can help you with.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You know very well I don’t dance, especially not to that music.”

“You are so picky about what music you dance to.” You came to a stop and made him turn to face you. “I guess I will have to employ an orchestra from Toussaint to follow us around so that you will dance with me whenever I please.”

“Oh, I don’t think that is how that works.”

“Why not?” You giggled. “If I make sure we have the right music, why can’t we dance?”

“I only dance for you and you alone, my heart.”

“You really know how to charm me, don’t you?”

“I’ve had plenty of time to learn.” Large hands slipped around your waist and drew you in closer to him. 

“We need to do this more often.” You kissed his cheek and then his lips. “Once a week.”

“I think once a decade is enough for me.”

“Oh, Dettlaff!” You groaned, pulling away from him to continue walking down the street. “You really are an old soul.”

“I know, my heart.”

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[ineffable-omen]

dett x reader fics can be about what happened after BoW events. You can write about how love is bigger than fear from vampires,or when dett save reader from bandits and the relationships begin. I always imagine Dettlaff would met someone in this way. Or the fic that dett never met syanna in metinna instead he met girl who truly love him. Our vampire going to brothel is also good idea. Hope I gave some ideas X3

That does sound interesting... shall start now!

[geraltgwynbleidd]

Today's not your day, Dettlaff 🐺

[thee-sinbin]

Nsfw fic, had some help with friends on this one!

Regis x reader x Dettlaff

Mostly Regis smut hcs

My friends and us being horny on main for Vampire dilfs

18+!

[nanamonky]

it’s done! finished illu for posi’s fanfic “alone together” :)

[hellimagines]

Scared to Love You -- Dettlaff van der Eretein

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Request: “hi!! i have a detlaff request!! something like reader was his friend and she knew about syanna’s secret!! she tried to warn detlaff but well he didn’t believe her. later they meet again when geralt convinced detlaff what syanna did and detlaff feels angry at him for treating reader like that! ilysm❤️”

Summary: You and Dettlaff have an argument when you try telling him about who Rhenawedd really is, only for him to lash out and break your heart. 

Warnings: big angst in the beginning, with fluff at the end (as a treat)

Pairing: Dettlaff x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,900+

A/N: I haven’t played Blood and Wine in a while, so I’m sorry if the timeline is a little funky.

A stuffed bear hurtled across the room, exploding into a mess of stuffing and fur when it made contact with the wall, a few inches beside your head. Pieces of the bear got tangled with your hair, but you made no move to pick them out or even spare them a glance. A few more of Dettlaff’s toy creations met the same fate as the vampire destroyed the room in his rage. 

Suddenly he turned on you, his eyes filled with rage. “You’re wrong. Rhenawedd wouldn’t fake her own kidnapping or use me to kill a couple of knights. This is someone else’s doing, she would have no reason for this!” Dettlaff snarled and his face began to contort as his transformation threatened to take over. 

“That’s because she isn’t Rhenawedd, it’s not her real name!” you cried while peeling yourself away from the wall. “Her name is Sylvia Anna, and she is the sister of Duchess Anna Henrietta, I’ve told you this!”

Dettlaff scoffed lowly, “Yes, you have told me about this supposed conspiracy, after admitting to having spied on her.” 

Your cheeks burned at Dettlaff’s words, causing you to scowl up at him. “She was acting strangely and I was worried. Not only about her, but about you. I care about you, more than she does! You are walking into a trap and you are going to get yourself killed!” you yelled at him, no longer trying to keep the peace.

Dettlaff stalked forward, cowering you against the wall once more. “Have you ever stopped to consider that I don’t care about you or what you have to say? I’m aware of your feelings for me, (Y/N), you must at least know that. I can hear your heart race and I can smell your arousal whenever I’m near. Your jealousy of Rhenawedd is a stench that permeates the room, and it disgusts me. Nothing you can say or do will make me love you the way you love me, or care about you as I care for Rhenawedd.”

You tried, god did you try, to keep the quiver from your lip and the tears from your eyes, but you couldn’t. Your heart shattered at your friend’s words, falling to pieces like a weight in your stomach as he glared down at you viciously. For the better part of ten years, you had traveled at Dettlaff’s side, giving him company and keeping him safe. You helped him feed, helped him find comfortable places to stay, helped him with Regis, helped him with Rhenawedd. You did anything he asked, and in turn, he kept you safe and happy; even when he would ask you to find somewhere else for the night because Rhenawedd was there, even when you would have to sleep in the forest or in Regis’ crypt because there was nowhere else, even when he randomly left you alone for days or weeks because ‘Rhenawedd has never seen Skellige, and she’s been sad lately’, you were still happy because Dettlaff was happy and you could still call him your friend. But now, listening to his claws scratching against the wall by your head as he closed his hand into a fist, you felt angry and broken and stupid. So very, very stupid. 

“You are a cruel man, Dettlaff. I would call you a monster, but monsters are brainless creatures that hurt others because that’s all they know how to do. You’re not a monster, you’re just heartless and pathetic,” you spat after a moment to gather your thoughts. Your tears fell down your rage-filled face, slipping into the creases and dripping over your nose and your lips, but you didn’t wipe a single one away. You didn’t care that you probably looked like the naive, foolish girl Dettlaff had seen you as this whole time, your body and your mind felt too exhausted from the crash of heartache you had been hit with. You slammed your hands against his chest, causing him to stumble back in shock from not only the push but your words as well. “I wish you the best of luck in finding Rhenawedd, and I sincerely hope I am wrong because I would hate to have to tell Regis that you died for someone who wouldn’t spare your burning corpse a single glance.”

Dettlaff didn’t make any move to stop you as you left the room and stormed downstairs, leaving him, and the life you had with him, behind.

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A couple of weeks had passed since your argument with Dettlaff, and you had been living in a small cottage on the outskirts of Beauclair, near the cemetery Regis’ was staying at, courtesy of Orianna. Regis knew of your whereabouts, but when you refused to tell him why you were in the cottage rather than with Dettlaff, he had respectfully let the manner drop. Orianna had been kind enough to give you a job tending to the flowers in her estate and hadn’t bothered with any questions when you told her you were trying to save money so you could go north, away from Toussaint. Needless to say, you were surviving just fine without Dettlaff and had even managed to keep yourself from asking the other vampires about him. However, of course Dettlaff would come barreling into your life once more right when you had managed to put a few pieces of your heart back together. 

It was late and you had just returned home after tending to a new batch of flowers Orianna had received. Your feet ached due to the long journey from the estate back to your cottage, but when you noticed your front door wide open, the pain seemed to vanish. Adrenaline took its place when you heard huffs of rage from inside your house, causing you to grab a nearby shovel before going inside. 

You were expecting to be met with a destroyed home, with what few belongings you had to be tossed on the floor and the furniture to be upturned. Instead, everything was just how you had left it this morning, minus the shaking vampire on your couch. You knew it was Dettlaff before he raised his head, recognizing the gothic coat and black hair instantly. When Dettlaff looked at you, his blue eyes didn’t hold any of the rage you had seen the last time you saw him, and instead were filled with sorrow- no doubt mimicking the own heartbreak in your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” you questioned when Dettlaff didn’t speak, setting the shovel down and shutting your front door. 

Dettlaff remained silent for a few more minutes, staring at you as though he had no idea why he was there. He swallowed thickly before standing, and his clawed hand twitched at his side, in an effort to keep from reaching out to you. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, the words tumbling off his tongue in a nearly illegible speed. “What I said to you was cruel, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it, I was just so angry and hurt at the thought of Rhenawedd using me as a weapon. It does not excuse my words or my actions, but I need you to know that I didn’t mean any of it. I do care about you, I always have, and I will never stop caring about you.”

You ignored the ache in your chest to reach out for him. “Why are you here, Dettlaff?” you repeated, schooling your face into one of neutrality. 

“You were right. About Rhen-... about Syanna. Geralt and Regis cornered me and brought Syanna along with them. She admitted to faking the kidnapping and being the one responsible for the letters.” Your eyes widened in brief shock at Dettlaff’s words. “I wanted to go after her and kill her, kill her for what she did, and for what I did to you. But Regis said you wouldn’t appreciate that as much as me coming to you without blood all over me.”

“Regis is a smart man,” you hummed while eyeing the vampire before you. His words were honest, you could tell, but it didn’t fix the hollowness you still felt inside your chest. “I’m sorry you got hurt, Dettlaff, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that you hurt me, really bad.”

“I know and I’m so sorry,” he practically whined, quickly come to stand before you. “When I first sensed that you saw me as more than a friend, I became terrified. I didn’t understand how, after everything you had seen me do, you could care for me in such an intimate way. I didn’t want to have you by my side only to watch you die from old age or disease or a mortal wound. So I hoped if I ignored your feelings, and in turn my own, you would give up and leave.”

“And yet you allowed Syanna to love you and stand by your side,” you muttered with a frown.

“I was never scared of losing her or watching her die, not like I am with you. When I sensed your sadness during our fight, it broke something in me. I never wished to hurt you or to be the cause of your despair, and for that, I will never truly forgive myself. I didn’t come here to beg for your forgiveness, either, to play the victim in a fight I caused. I came here to make sure you know how much I care about you and how much I love you. If you wish for me to leave, I will-”

You interrupted Dettlaff before he could finish his sentence, and shook your head. “I don’t want you to leave. I understand now, why you did what you did, and even though I’m still hurt, I do forgive you. I’ve always seen you as strong and sensitive and kind, but I never thought that you might be scared of loving me.”

Dettlaff reached forward and pulled you against his body, sighing a breath of relief when you went willing. You uncrossed your arms and wrapped them around his waist, clutching the back of his coat in a white-knuckled grip. He had one hand gripping your hip and the other cradling the back of your head, holding you tightly against his body. As you breathed in the familiar scent of expensive Beauclair cologne, your breath stuttered with the sudden urge to cry. Dettlaff muttered apologies, words of praise, and promises-to-come as you quietly sobbed against his chest. 

“Wherever we go from here, and I do mean we, I will never treat you so horribly again. I love you so very much, (Y/N), and I regret taking so long to be honest with you about it,” Dettlaff whispered once your sobs turned to sniffles and your sniffles to silent hiccups. 

As exhaustion settled into your bones, making your body feel heavy and your brain feel foggy, all you could manage was a nod. You would have time later for heartfelt words and soft kisses and nights spent clutching bedsheets, but for now, you were content to be held in his arms as your heart thrummed with happiness once again.

[cosmos-coma]

Cran-Elderberry Wine

A/N: Happy Midwinter! Here's a quick little fic for the ever lovely @beardedladyqueen Enjoy a little holiday fic featuring our favorite group of friends from Blood and Vengeance!

Pairing: Dettlaff Van der Eretein x Reader

Words: 1273

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“Amelia remind me how big ‘diced’ is?” You asked as you helped prep dinner, your eyes watering at the onion below you.

“About half what you think it is” she replied quickly, “I’ve seen what you think dicing is and it’s far from it,” the redhead said with a laugh as she skillfully chopped through several vegetables.

“Hey..!” You laughed, pointing your knife at her, “I can cook just fine…!”

Amelia grinned, her nose wrinkling with her teasing smile, “Let’s just keep you as the Sous Chef for now, yeah…?” 

You shook your head, and smiled as you crawled out your words, “Yes, chef….” You turned back to your dreadful onion and quickly began to dice away. Though your cuts were nowhere near as consistent as Amelia’s, you thought they looked pretty good! 

You broke the working silence as you brought the onions over to the pot, “So, do you know what Regis and Dettlaff have planned…? I was told I shouldn’t even go upstairs if it’s not an emergency…. And Regis’s lab is a little too weird for me to go snooping around in any way. I never know what I’m gonna find.”

The redhead grinned and nodded, “I agree with you there…. I believe Regis said he wanted to brew up something special for all of us to have with dessert, but I can’t say I know anything about Mister Dettlaff’s plans. I figured you knew.”

You shook your head, “usually Dettlaff’s not very secretive.. so it must mean a great deal to him if only Regis knows-“ 

“-If Regis knows….”

“Mmm, That’s a good point…” 

Amelia shrugged, “Shouldn’t be too long before we find out tough. Both men agreed they wouldn’t be late for dinner, so no more than an hour now,” She said as she checked the clock ticking away on the wall. 

You were beyond thankful for the distraction of cooking, otherwise waiting the full hour would have taken every available ounce of willpower. But as the pots of steaming food sat beautifully on the table and Amelia rang the bell for dinner you were more anxious than ever. You couldn’t wait to see what everyone had planned.

“Hello, little moth…” rumbled Dettlaff’s familiar voice in your ear, you hadn’t even heard him approaching, but- then again, that was normal. 

“Hello, my love…” you hummed happily as warm arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you flush against him. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, grinning wide as you met those brilliant blue eyes.

His own smile tugged at his expression, just a sliver of white teeth poking out beneath his lips, “Happy Midwinter, little Moth…” he mumbled against your lips in a soft kiss.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you returned the kiss, “Happy Midwinter, Dettlaff” you hummed as you turned in his arms to face him “Did you finish your surprise? Do… you think we could go take a peek??” You asked with an exciting bounce. 

The higher vampire laughed quietly, the noise filling your heart to its absolute brim, “Sorry, Darling. No special treatment for you this time. But I promise it’s worth the wait” 

You frowned, only causing him to chuckle again, “Come on, Darling, the faster we sit down for dinner the faster we can get to the surprise. 

The four of you sat down around the full dinner table, an array of wonderful scents greeting you with every turn of your head. Dinner was phenomenal thanks to you and (mostly) Amelia. It was the most lavish meal you’d ever had in your life and not 5 minutes after finishing were you already looking forward to the leftovers. 

While you waited for the food to cool enough to put away it was finally time for the grand surprise.

“Oh! I’ve got to go get the dessert! Just give me a moment, I’ll bring it right up!” Said Amelia as she raced toward the kitchen. 

“Ah, I believe that means it’s time for my surprise as well. I’ll also meet you two upstairs, okay?” Regis said with a warm smile as he stood, “Just don’t go spoiling the surprise, okay? We’ll be there shortly.” He teased and turned quickly toward his lab. 

“I guess that just leaves us… shall we?” Your loving bat asked with an extended hand.

“We shall.”

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The four of you stood outside the tall wooden doors of the grand library, their intricate engravings inviting you to open them up to the world. 

“Is everyone ready…?” Dettlaff asked.

Amelia stood on one side of the group, the tray of pastries and sweets held proudly in her hands. Regis stood right beside her, a crate of dark purple bottles held close to his chest, just waiting to be cracked open. 

And then there was you, standing on the end of the group, pure excitement gleaming from your eyes as you watched Dettlaff raise his hands to the door, “Ready..! Come on, my love I want to see..!” 

With a soft rumbling laugh, Dettlaff nodded and pushed open the heavy doors with ease revealing a positively heavenly sight. 

Where do you even begin? Light flooded through the two-story tall windows, their bright red curtains pulled aside to light up the festive room. A grand pine tree- no more than 10 feet tall- stood proudly in the bright curved reading nook the windows provided. It was decorated from head to toe with vivid ornaments and ribbons in every color you could want. Swaths of other ribbons and greenery swirled and twirled around the railings of staircases and the upper floor, and small wreaths and bouts of mistletoe hung in archways and between shelves upon shelves of old books. Carefully placed candles, and a small crackling fire left the rest of the room in a warm orange glow, causing the delicate ornaments hanging from the ceiling to shimmer in their light. Fake snow dusted your small tree, giving it a sprinkling of natural decoration that fell down onto the pile of presents sitting below it.

It was perfect. 

“Oh Dettlaff…” you gasped, holding your chest as you stepped into the otherworldly room. He must’ve been running and fluttering around as smoke around all day to get this done. And it couldn’t have been more worth it. 

Even Regis and Amelia looked amazed, neither of them having guessed what absolute grandeur the dark-haired man would go to. 

“Dettlaff, my friend, I do believe you’ve outdone yourself….” Said Regis in astonishment.

“Oh, I’ll second that. This is gorgeous..!” Amelia gasps, eyes full of wonder and bright lights.

“It’s perfect, Dettlaff…” you grinned, a few tears threatening to spring from your eyes as you took his hand. “I… I don’t know what else to say… Thank you, my love. You made Midwinter everything I had hoped it would be…” 

A warm smile lit up his face as he leaned in to kiss your hand, “I’m happy you like it, little Moth. That’s all I wanted….” 

Surrounded by all your friends and loved ones, you were positive this was going to be the happiest Midwinter celebration in the entire continent.

“Now, what say we crack open a bottle of the Cran-Elderberry wine I made and start opening some presents, hm?” 

“And you promise it doesn’t have anything… potentially fatal in them…?” Amelia said warily, very aware of the Mandrake cordial he usually likes to make. 

“Hmmm. Well, let me think-“ he paused in thought, falling into laughter as Amelia frowned with all the ferocity of an angry Bulldog. “I promise… I promise I was very careful when I made it. Now let’s get to celebrating.”

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Dettlaff | Pain And Pleasure

Prompt: "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Alongside the following request:

"Not long after Blood and Wine events, Dettlaff accidentally calls Syanna’s name during lovemaking, you get deeply offended and teach him a lesson to make sure it never happens again. Can include tying up to bed or another way of restraining Dettlaff, like magic spell or silver (maybe even dimeritium if it makes sense) shackles. Smutty smut-smut."

Word count: 2500+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, angst, slight bondage?

His body was warm against me, thick dark locks sliding through my fingers like soft silk. I breathed against him, his tongue tangling with mine in a heated kiss. The bed dipped as soon as he laid me upon it, my anticipating body nearly sinking away in the comfortable sheets. Like a shadow he loomed over me, face pressing against my neck, teeth playfully roaming around the soft spots he knew too well - a whimper left me, 'Dettlaff...' and he pulled back, breathing ragged and lips slightly swollen. His blue eyes were darker than usual, pupils fully blown as his eyes searched my face. The soft growl that was audible in his breaths made my stomach tingle pleasantly. His hands slid under my shirt, taking it away like it was nothing. Even though the air around us was far from cold, goosebumps appeared on my skin. Perhaps it was the look he was giving me, I figured. I always felt so undeniably vulnerable under the passionate Vampire's touch, knowing he could break me like a twig within seconds. Not that he would ever do that, of course. The rest of our clothes soon joined my shirt on the floor - Dettlaff's heavy frock coat fell with a loud thud. The Higher Vampire smiled from ear to ear as he looked at me, a gesture that was purely reserved for me and only me, and his voice decreased to a whisper. '(Y/n), you are so beautiful.' His fingers parted my wet folds and stretched me open a little to see if I was ready - of course I was, I had been for at least an hour now as soon as we had started kissing. There was no need for more foreplay tonight, was his conclusion. As he brought himself inside of me, it was like a breath of relief. I let out a soft moan, my legs wrapping around his waist as he began pounding into me with a steady yet forceful pace. 'Oh, (Y/n), you feel so tight around me...' he groaned, pressing his forehead against mine. 'You're so big...' I said with a sensual tone - I know he loved the praise. He twitched inside of me, only adding up to the sensation of being one flesh. Skin slapping skin alongside the scent that lingered in the room made me curl my toes, uneven gasps leaving my throat. He caged me against the bed even tighter, where his hands had been resting next to my head now being replaced by his forearm, so his body was closer to mine. Dettlaff buried his face in my neck, letting out soft groans as I felt that he was starting to come undone. 'Oh, Syanna...' I suddenly heard him whisper in my ear. The pleasurable feeling I had in my core shattered right then and there, alongside my heart. 'Get the fuck off of me!' I sneered, taken aback by the volume of my own voice. Dettlaff pulled out, shifting away from me as if he had been pierced by a silver blade. As I looked at his panting form, I felt tears start to sting behind my eyes. I sniffled, crawling back until I hit the headboard. 'You were thinking about here, were you not?' 'What?' he said with a confused tone, as if he hadn't even noticed him saying her name. 'You moaned her name.' I mumbled, and as I actually said it, it hit me harder. A few tears started to slide across my face. 'You moaned Syanna's name.' I looked away from his face, feeling naked and broken. Dettlaff blinked a few times, shaking his head. 'But... I don't understand! I didn't mean to, (Y/n)! I love you. I love you. I didn't mean to hurt you.' he whispered, on the verge of crying. I still didn't want to meet his gaze, my body trembling as I wanted to reach for my clothes. The Higher Vampire took my wrist to prevent me from doing so. 'Please, (Y/n), look at me. I love you.' I looked at him with puffy eyes, swallowing thickly as I saw how heartbroken he seemed. 'Then why did you say her name instead of mine?' 'It was an accident.' 'Were you thinking about her?' 'No! Of course not! She is a bad woman!' 'But you loved her.' He was silent and thickly swallowed. 'Please, (Y/n), you have to believe me when I say that I wasn't thinking about her. I was thinking about you. It was an accident, I swear.' He reached out to me, but I shook my head, sitting down on the edge of the bed to grab my clothes. 'Forget it. I am not in the mood anymore.' I tried to suppress fresh tears, but it was difficult to do so. Dettlaff opened his mouth to plead some more, but I held up my hand in the air to stop him. 'No Dettlaff. Just leave me alone for a while, okay?' He cast his gaze downwards, giving a small nod. Without saying another word, I rushed out of the room

~ It had been a week since that incident, and even though we lived together I barely said a word to the Higher Vampire, unless it was absolutely necessary. The fact that he was trying to make it up made me feel like I was a jerk, but he had to feel that it had broken my heart when I heard him say that. One particular evening, he returned home with a small box, not larger than a crown. 'Darling, please look at me.' he said, my shoulders tensing at the sound of his voice. I didn't look up from preparing dinner, continuing to stir in the pan of soup like he wasn't even there. '(Y/n).' 'Dettlaff, I don't want to hear it.' He let out a sigh and it was silent for a bit, apart from a little bit of rustling. Suddenly, I felt something cold pressing against my neck. I jumped at the feel, trying to turn around to see what was going on, but I was soon restrained by a pair of strong hands on my arms. 'Sweetheart... Please calm down.' As I looked at the cold object that was resting around my neck now, I let out a small gasp. A gorgeous diamond necklace now decorated the small dent in between my collarbones - it must've cost a fortune. 'This reminded me of you, of how much I love you and how beautiful you are.' He released me so I could spin around to look at him. 'So you think you can make it up to me by buying me a present?' The words alone made me feel horrible, but I wanted him to know that it wasn't something so easily forgiven. 'If there is anything you want me to do, then please... Tell me...' I looked at his blue eyes, pondering for a few seconds. If he really wanted me back, then he should let go of one of the strongest things that lived within him - the need to have absolute control over everything. 'Go to the fucking bedroom.' I demanded, turning around to remove the pan from the stove. Wiping my hands on a rag and putting my apron down, I watched him obey my order - a small smile spread over my face. It was not often he did something I asked in such a way. He wanted control over everything. I followed him after I made sure that he was already there, and I found him halfway undressed, sitting on the edge of the bed. 'Darling...' he murmured, 'I want to make you feel good-' 'Shut the fuck up, undress and lay down.' From one of the drawers, I took something that I had never used before - a pair of handcuffs, that I had never had the guts to begin about before. I had "borrowed" them from Kaer Morhen a while ago and hadn't returned it yet. Dettlaff's eyes widened as he saw what I was holding. I pointed at the bed and he understood what I meant, and he sprawled himself out over the duvet, fully nude and glorious. I grabbed his wrists, forced him to wrap them around the middle bar of the headboard, and bound them together with the cuffs. He pulled on them to show that they were indeed securely tied, looking at me with a confused gaze. 'What are you going to do to me?' I smiled a little, undressing slowly to make him suffer even more. 'I am going to make sure that my name is the only thing you remember, ever. Don't like those restraints, huh? Giving up all control.' I slipped my hand between my bare thighs, massaging my own folds while letting out a vulgar sound. His erection twitched as it was resting against his abdomen, his legs slightly tensing at the sight. 'Fuck...' he mumbled, and I moved closer to sit on the bed. 'Someone is a little turned-on.' I murmured, smiling innocently as I cupped my breasts, pushing them together. Dettlaff licked his lips, his gaze fixated on it. 'Hmmm... I'm so wet, Dettlaff. Do you want to see?' I sat on my knees and leaned backwards a bit, parting my own folds to show how excited I was. He let out a shivering groan, pulling on his shackles to no avail - well, if he truly couldn't contain himself, I would be long underneath him. Slowly, I started to stroke circles around the hard nub between my labia, letting out a small moan. 'Oh, I'm so horny...' I moaned, 'If there was only something that could get me off...' I inserted a finger into myself, adding another, starting to take care of myself. A lewd wet sound started to grow in the room. Dettlaff deeply inhaled, smelling my arousal, 'Fuck (Y/n), don't be like that!' but I didn't listen, instead choosing to continue pleasuring myself until my breathing became uneven. 'Oh, I think I am going to cum!' I curled my fingers to hit my g-spot, knowing that it would drive the Higher Vampire crazy. He growled dangerously low and I was afraid that he would turn into his Vampiric state for a moment. His gaze suddenly shifted - he knew me too well to know that I wouldn't torture him like that, that I wouldn't let myself- -But I did. I arched my back, letting out a cry of pleasure as I released all over him. The heat of it seemed to hiss on his skin - or was it a sound that came from his gritted fangs? '(Y/n)!' he wailed loudly, '(Y/n) unshackle me at once! I need you, fuck, I need you!' 'Not a chance, pretty boy.' I purred, letting out a sigh as I rubbed myself through the final jolts of my orgasm. I brushed my hair from my face, crawling on top of the Vampire while having a minimal amount of skin on skin contact. The darkness in his eyes was making a shiver roll down my spine - I knew what he'd do if I had indeed undone those restraints. Dettlaff was not one to tolerate teasing for long - too bad I was the one in charge right now. 'Are you going to say my name?' I asked with a tone as innocent as possible, lowering myself against the base of his erect cock. I moved my hips towards it, the weight of it pressing flat against his stomach. I felt him pulsate in between my folds, knowing that he could explode at any moment. '(Y/n)...' he whimpered, his voice smaller than I had ever heard it. '(Y/n), please...' he whispered, swallowing thickly as small droplets of sweat trickled down his flushed face. I rested my hands against his chest, grinding steadily on his length, not giving him the satisfaction of penetration. His lips trembled, brow furrowed in a mixture of agony and pleasure. Oh, he was going to cum very soon, a small dollop of pre-cum already appearing at his tip. My core soon rubbed against it, Dettlaff trying to buck his hips upwards in an attempt to slip inside of me, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

My clit grazed against the veins of his cock, making me shiver in anticipation. The way he was looking right now made a wave of confidence wash over me. I smiled a little, leaning forward to press a haphazard hickey against his collarbone. 'Do you want to cum, Dettlaff?' 'Please, (Y/n).' I felt powerful in this position, my nipples grazing against his chest as I kept moving onto him, endlessly teasing, chasing after my high. Goosebumps appeared all over his skin. 'I beg you, my darling, the light of my life, please...' He was going crazy, teeth gritting painfully as he let out a groan. 'Go ahead, then. And moan my name this time.' '(Y/n), oh fuck! Fuck!' I stilled in my movements against his length, looking on as his tip started to ooze all over his abdomen. I moved my hand down, rubbing myself through my second orgasm - the sight was delicious enough to get my climax in three seconds. Dettlaff gasped for air, closing his eyes tightly as I felt his length twitch and throb between my folds. A proud smile fell over my face and I leaned down, slowly starting to lick his seed off his skin. The Higher Vampire watched me, face full of adoration and longing. 'You know how it felt when you said her name last week? It really broke my heart. I felt like a placeholder, just some toy that you could pretend I was her.' I explained suddenly with sorrow in my voice after fully cleaning him up. His eyes snapped open to find mine, his face contorting to one of guilt and sadness.

'I'm so deeply sorry about that, my love... I've told you a hundred times and I will tell it a hundred times more. I love you, you know that. Syanna took advantage of me, and I know that. I feel nothing for her anymore. My eyes are all on you.' He was crying, something he rarely did. I bit my lip, leaning down to kiss him for a few moments. 'I forgive you.' I whispered, 'I forgive you.' He smiled, leaning upwards to kiss me. I reached for the key that belonged to the handcuffs, the Higher Vampire letting out a sound of protest as he reluctantly pulled his lips from mine - but he wanted to touch me, so he was patient enough until the shackles fell with a thud behind the bed. 'Are you going to keep those?' he said with a grin as he wrapped his arms around me, fingers rubbing his painful wrists. 'You like being dominated?' I nuzzled my face against the crook of his neck. He felt hot against my skin, his hands moving down to cup my ass. 'Every now and then, I won't mind.' 'I will keep you to it, then.' I replied, 'And... I love you, too.'

[imaginethewitcher]

Hey, love! I'm running out of ideas about how to phrase those requests! Pls forgive me. Anyway, could you give us some hcs about how Dettlaff, Dandelion, Geralt, Iris and Philippa would try to get their s/o to get up in the morning? S/o doesn't want to get up. Just like me! But maybe they have to bc of idk. Sth!

This requests fits actually ver well, because I need to get up early tomorrow. I really wouldn’t mind, if Philippa or Iris would wake me up.

Dandelion:

Wakesyou up with the sound of his lute and his singing voice

Knowsand tells you every saying about waking up early in the morning

Dettlaff:

Hedoesn’t want to awake you by being loud, so he whispers in your ear that youneed to get up

Helpsyou to get up and carries you in his arms

Geralt:

Bringsyou a cup of fresh strong coffee

Rousesyou by shaking your shoulder

Mightuse Axii, if he has to or announces it at least

 Iris:

Luresyou out of bed with a special breakfast consisting of your favourite food

Selectssome nice clothes for you and tells you how dazzling you would look in them andthat you need to get up to try them on

 Philippa:

Shakesyou gently and whispers that you need to get up

Jokesto turn you into a frog, if you don’t wake up

Whenyou need too long to get out of bed, she will cast little rain clouds over you

[mellomadness]

hello, i am not dead.

Chapter 5 is posted! Sorry for the long wait, but I hope you guys enjoy it!

[queenxxxsupreme]

Hi babe 🥰

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕

Si, i gotta ask. How do you think Dettlaff would celebrate Valentine’s Day with his SO/reader?

A/N: I saw my chance to answer another ask so I took it!

***

You gently tugged at the blankets that covered Dettlaff’s sleeping form. 

“Dettlaff.” You sing-songed his name, a little smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

The Higher Vampire groaned, readjusting the pillows that he had stuffed beneath his head, and tucked his nose into their warmth. 

You pulled away three different blankets from him, pulling them down to expose his bare shoulders to the cold air of the room. You moved from the foot of the bed to his side, your fingers trailing like feathers along his spine. 

“Come on, darling. You’ve been sleeping for three hours.”

 He shivered beneath your touch, your warm fingers a stark contrast to his chilly skin. 

“Lay down with me for just a moment, my love.” His words were muffled by the pillows but you could understand him just fine. 

“Now you know that isn’t a good idea.” You propped one knee up on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss the space behind his ear. “Then we’d never get out of bed.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

“No, but everyone will be here shortly for dinner.”

Finally understanding that he couldn’t stay in bed with you for the rest of the night, Dettlaff let out a heavy sigh and rolled over onto his back. He looked up at you for a few moments, icy blue eyes inspecting your features. 

“How many of them are coming? Just Regis and Orianna, I hope.”

“Well, they are coming. But so is Geralt and Yennefer, and Lambert and Aiden. Eskel is bringing someone too, though I haven’t met them yet.”

“You know, I think it would’ve been lovely if we had just made plans for ourselves and no one else.” His hand came up to cup your face.

“We can make plans for ourselves any other night of the year. Tonight, we can spend time with friends.” You leaned down to kiss his chest just above his heart. 

“We can make plans for friends any other night of the year.” He muttered. His hand trailed around to the back of your head, long and slender fingers carding through your hair. 

“Dettlaff.” You sighed softly. “You were excited about it when we put the plans together two weeks ago.”

“That was two weeks ago.”

“I should know better by now. My lovely introvert.” You teased as you leaned forward once more to kiss him. 

“You really should. You’d think you’d learn your lesson after spending half a decade with me.”

You were glad to see he was in a good mood. Hopefully that meant this evening would go over smoothly. 

“Come on.” You patted his chest and slipped out of the bed. “We’re going to go for a little walk before anyone gets here just so we can have some time to ourselves. I’ll be leaving a note on the table should anyone arrive early.”

“Regis.” Dettlaff grumbled as he sat up.

“He does like being punctual.”

***

The moon hung high in the sky, shining down through the thick tree canopies. 

Dettlaff walked alongside you, your arms woven together as you leaned into him. 

“I think it will be fun.” You thought out loud.

“What will?” He turned his head to look at you.

“Spending the night with friends. Well, they’re practically family, aren’t they?”

“You could say that.” Dettlaff nodded. “Though I think it would’ve been wiser to spend Valentine’s night with you alone in our home than crowded around a table with a bunch of loud dogs.”

“Hindsight is 20/20.” You giggled. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll have plenty of time after they leave to spend alone with me.”

He grumbled something incoherent under his breath. 

“I do appreciate you agreeing to this, Dettlaff.” You came to a stop and turned to face him. “I know crowds aren’t your favorite and you aren’t one for socializing. It means a lot to me that you suggested we do something like this tonight.”

His blue eyes stayed on you as his hand came up to brush a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 

“I know how much you enjoy their company. And I’m willing to sacrifice my sanity for a few hours to see you happy.”

You smiled.

“But that isn’t my only gift for you. I do have something else.” He dug his hand into the pocket of his coat. “Can I see your wrist please?”

“Which one?”

“Either one.”

You gave him your left, watching as he clasped a silver bracelet around your wrist. Before letting you go, he brought your wrist to his mouth, pressing a tender kiss to the veins on the underside of your wrist. 

“It isn’t much, but it made me think of you when I saw it.” He explained, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Well, not exactly you. I-I thought that it would remind you of me. I know I’m not always around. Sometimes I’m gone with Regis and other times I’m just…. So I wanted you to have something that reminded you of me.”

You turned your wrist around, examining the piece of jewelry. There was a little bat charm on it that made you smile. 

“Dettlaff, it’s beautiful.”

“You like it?”

“I do.” You nodded, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and squeezing him tightly. “Thank you.”

He hugged you back, tucking his nose into your shoulder. 

“I have something for you too.” You pulled away, keeping one hand on his shoulder. “But it’s back home.”

“Let’s finish our walk and we can go back.” 

***

You led the way down the hall towards your shared bedroom with Dettlaff. 

He listened to the way your heart picked up pace, the way it changed from that of the flap of a butterflies wings to something more akin to a hummingbird. You were excited. 

You guided him over to the bed and gestured for him to sit.

“Stay here and close your eyes. I’ll go grab it. It’s in my study.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes following you as you left the room. 

“Are your eyes shut, Dettlaff?”

“Of course, my heart.” He answered, closing his eyes.

“Will you keep them shut?”

“Do you not trust me?” He teased.

“Don’t use any of your vampiric magic either.”

He grinned a little. Though his eyes were shut, he could still tell exactly where you were in the house. You were in the closet in your study, moving things around. You cursed a little and muttered under your breath about how cluttered things were. After a few moments, however, you were making your way back towards the bedroom. 

Dettlaff couldn’t figure out what it was that you were gifting him. It had no smell, no taste that tainted the air. It emitted no sound. He listened more carefully, but was dumbfounded. All the ideas that had been forming in his head were disappearing. 

“Darling, can I open-,”

“No.” You answered quickly, your voice sounding strained. “Keep them shut just-just a moment longer.”

It took all of the Higher Vampire’s self control to not open his eyes and see what it was that you had. But he didn’t want to upset you. He didn’t want to ruin your surprise. 

You grunted a little and there was a deep thunk. 

“Damn.” You cursed quietly.

“Is all well, my love?”

“Yes, yes. Just fine. You can open your eyes now.”

Dettlaff opened his eyes and instantly found you standing in front of him with a wide smile on your lips. Your hands were clasped together in front of you and you were messing with your fingers. 

“I know how frustrated you get when you can’t find a mirror that works for you.” Your voice was quiet and timid. You stepped aside to reveal a large square mirror leaning against the dresser behind you. “The ones I have here, they are made with silver. So I had one specially made for you.”

Dettlaff’s lips parted as he looked at the mirror, seeing his own reflection in the surface. He couldn’t find the words to express what was going through his head. 

Being that you weren’t sure how to take his silence, you continued to talk, your nervous ramblings getting the best of you.

“I know you like to get ready in the mornings with me and it puts quite a damper on the mood when you can’t see yourself. And-And you do take pride in your looks. You’re a dashing man-,”

“My heart?”

“Yes?”

“Come here.” He held his hand out for you.

You moved towards him, settling between his parted knees with your hands in his. 

“Thank you.” He kissed your knuckles. “That was very kind of you. And very expensive, I presume.”

“That doesn’t matter.” You shook your head, reaching one hand around to place it on the back of Dettlaff’s head. You pulled his head into your chest and kissed his hair. “I wanted to do something for you.”

“And all I got you was a little bracelet.”

“It isn’t a competition of who gave the most expensive gift, Dettlaff.” You reminded him, pulling away so you could get a better look at him. “I’ve been planning this for a while, and it just happened that I had the means for now.”

His eyes lingered on you, a little smile on his lips. 

“I am the luckiest creature alive, you know that right?”

“Oh, perhaps.” You grinned, giving him a chaste kiss. “I should go start dinner. I’m surprised Regis and Orianna-,”

A knock from the other room cut you off.

“You spoke too soon.” Dettlaff sighed. “It’s only Regis and Orianna. Hopefully the wolves are late.”

“Knowing them, they probably will be.” You moved towards the bedroom door. But at the last minute, you turned to look back at him. “I love you, Dettlaff.”

“I love you more, my heart.” 

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