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vulturv0lans · 2 years ago

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If it's not too much to ask, can we have a soft dom diluc gently guiding a shy sub reader through her first time? (In desperate need of tooth rotting fluff and diluc being sweet lmaoo [with lots of praise ofc])

ok you know what anon i have been looking for something like this but i haven't found too many,,,thank you for the request!

word count: 2,960 (i got carried away again oops) tags: first time, references to diluc’s father/backstory/official manga, soft dom diluc, lots of love and affection and just overall sappy, porn with plot (lots of it), me crying (also lots of it)

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the air is salty by the lake and his door rusty, yet you’re sure you’ve never need anything more.

when diluc brought you back to the winery for the first time, this was not what he had in mind. he had simply wanted to show you more, parts of him he had long hidden beneath the layers of his clothing and layers of walls he built up. but you are his lover now. you meet the maids that have been with him since he was a child, browse through the volumes that his father left behind, breathe the same air that he has always breathed inside the estate.

he was not planning to take you right there, on the four posted bed he claims but seldom occupies, on the second floor of the winery.

diluc was hesitant at first, leading you into the one place he holds closest to his heart. the master bedroom has not seen a visitor in ages. even the maids rarely enter except when they are asked to, because within these gilded walls and draped curtains is where diluc can truly feel at ease, no “mondstadt wine tycoon” or “master of dawn winery” or even “darknight hero” attached.

and before your eyes, he feels just as bare.

you had taken a seat at the edge of his mattress, arms supporting your weight as your eyes take in the surroundings. the wallpaper is a dark crimson red, damask patterns painted in black. the thick velvet of the curtains match the crimson in colour, yet the light seeping through the fabric and reflecting off of the golden tassels that touch the floor. the furnishings are simple, the large room otherwise empty save for a mirror, a wardrobe, a fireplace, and a desk filled with books.

yet it’s the paintings on the walls that catch your eye. one of them can easily be discerned as an exterior sketch of dawn winery, its signature red roofs a stark contrast to the rows of green underneath. off on the other wall is a portrait. a tall, greying man poses in the middle with two younger boys to either side of him, one with hair as blue as the twilight skies, and the other with hair red as blazing fire.

diluc follows your gaze to the painting, and suddenly the room feels too hot. before he can open his mouth to change the topic, you have already turned to him with an inquisitive look in your eye, and his heart softens. he cannot say no to you.

“that’s your father, isn’t it?”

he nods, choosing to offer no further explanation.

“what was he like?”

your voice is gentle, yet he is still taken aback. seldom anyone wants to know what crepus was like as a person, beyond just his title and position. for a few moments diluc is silent, pondering his answer. how could he summarize the greatest man he’s ever known into a couple simple sentences?

“he was kind. and very, very brave.” he says at last, “he made me the man that i am today.”

“i’m sure he was a great father,” you say quietly, not wanting to press further. diluc must have his reasons behind not wanting to tell the full story yet, and you’ll give him time. as much time as he needs.

“he was.”

when he looks at you again, your frame so small against the posts on his bed, he feels an unnameable emotion surging through him. you’re studying the painting with such an intense focus, as if trying to hear the voice of a man you’ve never met, trying to understand what others fail to even notice.

and in that moment, diluc is sure he has never been more in love.

he closes the distance between you in two quick strides, and you look up at him in surprise. he intertwines your fingers before pulling you up to your feet, your body pressing flush against his as you find your balance.

“can i kiss you?”

you smile at his question. diluc, ever the gentleman. even several months into your relationship he still asks for permission, and still kisses you like it was the first time.

it’s your turn to close the gap between you now, lips meeting his in a soft kiss. his hands find their way down the small of your back, then up your spine before settling on your cheeks, fingers tangled in your hair as he pulls you even closer, until you can feel every beat of his heart on your skin.

“i love you.” he whispers against your lips when he finally breaks the kiss for air.

“i love you, too,” you echo, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again, hands clutching his arms for support. diluc feels his skin burn wherever your hands have been, and his love and tenderness suddenly becomes something more.

deepening the kiss, he backs you up until your legs hit the edge of the bed, before your entire person falls backwards into the plush mattress. you pull him down with you, until barely any space is left between his large frame and your own, smaller one.

he smooths out the stray baby hairs on your forehead before resting his against it, eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort. you both know where this is leading, but diluc wants to be certain, absolutely certain that you're okay with this.

"are you sure?"

you nod before you have time to think. this is a step you're willing to take, and there's no one else you'd rather share it with. even so, small bubbles of anxiety rise from your stomach. will it hurt? will you be able to enjoy this? will he be satisfied, even with your lack of experience?

if diluc could hear your thoughts right now, he would be quick in dismissing them as the most preposterous ones he's ever heard. it would pain him to know that you’d ever fear of not satisfying him, even when he would put you and your pleasures before so much as thinking about himself.

you could never disappoint him, this he knows.

his lips find yours again and your doubts dissipate like the dark clouds after a storm. wandering hands begin unbuttoning and untying every piece of fabric in your way, desperate to reduce the layers keeping you from feeling his bare skin. your clothing clatter as they fall to the ground, diluc barely separating from you to discard his shirt before lowering back down to kiss you, not wanting to part from you for a second longer than necessary.

he's hungry for more, for you.

your hands find purchase on his toned arms, his skin almost too warm under your fingertips. he mumbles something that remotely resembles "off" into your mouth, and you comply almost too quickly, lifting your arms so he could take off your shirt and your bra.

diluc forces himself to hold back when your skin is fully exposed to him. lips glistening and chest heaving, you have never looked more beautiful to him, and he makes sure you know it. dipping his head to your neck, he trails a line of hot kisses down to your breasts, words of praise between every kiss permanently etched into your skin.

"you're breathtaking."

your face heats up as he slots himself in between your legs, hand lowering to your waist. your heart beats too loudly now, focus glued to his fingers hooking into your belt loops before quickly undoing the button on your pants. fiery eyes, hooded by lust and desire, search for confirmation, and you grant it. how could you not, when you burn for him so much?

diluc can’t help but groan out when your bottom half becomes exposed. his attention is quickly taken away by the thin material of your panties, damp and clinging to the wetness pooling between your legs, and he feels the sudden urge to bury his face there.

he runs a finger down your clothed folds and you jump, legs clamping together to relieve some of the pressure. with a hand on your knee, he holds your legs open to allow himself better access to where you need him the most. gently, he moves the soaked panties to the side, and the man fully has to sit back on his heels to drink in the sight before his eyes.

you’re so pretty, so sweet, so vulnerable for him, legs spread and pussy glistening with your arousal, all for him and him only.

he curses under his breath, heart swelling at how lucky he feels to be the one admiring your naked form. ignoring the increasingly uncomfortable bulge in his pants, he dives in like a man starved, flattening his tongue against your pussy to get his first real taste of you.

your back arches off the bed at the sudden contact, diluc’s moan of satisfaction sending delicious vibrations into the deepest parts of your body. his tongue works fast magic on your cunt, licking and sucking and kissing like you’re a five course meal, the slurping sounds in perfect harmony with your soft pants of pleasure.

“fuck, you taste so good, baby.”

the satin of his bedsheet is wrinkled and twisted in your palms as you grip onto it, diluc’s hands quickly reaching up to find yours, your fingers interlacing as he eats you out, the moment so intimate that for a moment you forget the vulgarity of it all and just enjoy being so close to him, physically and emotionally.

you’re growing close, and diluc knows it. despite his pussydrunk state, he forces himself to pull away, his chin now coated with your wetness, before shifting his body up to kiss you again. you moan into his mouth as you taste yourself, obediently granting access to his tongue when it swipes across your bottom lip. the room feels ten degrees hotter and it becomes harder and harder to breathe, until your need for oxygen finally overpowers your desire for him.

diluc’s eyes are alert when you gently push on his chest, his first thought being he’s done something you did not like. gently cradling his face in your hands, you say with a blissful smile the words he’s been longing to hear for so long.

“i need you, diluc.”

his last line of defense snaps and he lets his primal instincts take over, quickly ridding himself of his pants and undergarments before settling you against the plush pillows.

“are you absolutely sure-”

“yes.” you cut him off before he can finish, and diluc‘s ever-present confidence begins to waver. he needs this to be perfect for you.

swallowing thickly, he lines himself up at your entrance. you mirror his gulp as you notice for the first time how big he is, thick and girthy against your tiny hole.

“tell me if it hurts, please,” he asks, so much genuine guilt in his voice that you can’t refuse him an answer.

you yelp in pain when he starts to push in, his body immediately tensing up. only when you repeatedly reaffirm that you’re okay does he continue, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your collarbones and whispering apologies and affirmations into your skin as he slowly sinks into you, until he’s completely buried inside you.

“you’re doing so good baby, yeah? that’s it.”

he stills for a moment to let you adjust. but selfishly he wishes to revel in your tightness and warmth for a little longer, your walls so snug against his cock like they were made just for him. he already can’t get enough, and he hasn’t even started moving yet.

you’re the one to initiate the kiss this time, silently giving him permission to move. his thrusts are slow and steady, the tip of his cock dragging against every nerve ending inside you, sending electric sparks throughout your body.

“so tight for me,” he grunts as he picks up his pace, trying to control his movements as to not hurt you, even though a part of him wants to slam into you and fuck you until you’re reduce to a babbling mess begging for his cock. but one look at your face and he feels immediate guilt at his sinful thoughts. you’re so innocent beneath him, bottom lip caught between your teeth and your face scrunched up in pleasure.

he can’t ruin you yet.

soft moans tumble past your parted lips as he reaches down to rub fast circles on your clit. every last cell in your body feels like it’s on fire, the pleasure amplified tenfold from being in the presence of your lover, better than your own fingers could ever satisfy yourself.

you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in even further, and diluc’s honour is reduced to barely hanging on by a thread.

“you’re taking me so good. so good for me.” he praises and you feel yourself gush around him, his words turning you on even further. it seems your earlier doubts were unnecessary, after all. you grow bolder, reaching up to dig your nails into his back, leaving red marks that claimed him as yours.

the stinging pain from your nails scratching against his skin sends diluc into another wave of euphoria, and he can’t hold himself back much longer. with a low grunt, he pins your wrists down above your head, dark eyes studying the microscopic changes in your expression as your hands are suddenly rendered useless, held down so submissively and at his mercy.

his eyes are fixated on the round of your breasts, bouncing so deliciously to the rhythm of his thrusts. a sudden clench of your cunt almost sends him collapsing on top of you, the tight grip he had maintained on your wrists now faltering from the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him. he curses, the profanity soon turning into praise again at how good you’re taking him, how pretty you looks, and how much he loves you, his words almost doing more to build the knot in your stomach than his steady, deep thrusts.

he leans back to sit on his heels as he lets go of your wrists, moving to hold your legs above his shoulders. you cry out when his cock hits your most sensitive spot from the new position, the sheets once again wrinkled under your tight grip now that your hands are free once again.

“fuck y/n, i’m so close.”

you lift your hips to meet his thrusts half way, all the thoughts in your head replaced by your blinding desire for your release. diluc shifts his weight to hold your thighs open instead, leaning down so he can be close to you before he reaches his impending high. he wants to hold you, to hear you, to see you chase after your high.

your moans and cries are growing more frequent, each more high pitched than the last. they are music to diluc’s ears, music reserved only for him to hear, his own low grunts a perfect harmony.

“i’m so close- gonna cum- please-” you babble, tears dotting your lashes, and diluc has never seen a more beautiful sight.

the sudden warmth of his hand on your neck makes you jump. he doesn’t close his fingers around your throat (though you secretly wished he would), instead his touch is fleeting before moving to cup your face. you lean into him almost immediately, his thumb wiping the tears that escaped, down the smooth skin of your cheeks, and across your bottom lip. he’s hovering so close to you that you can see every freckle on his skin, lips mere centimetres from yours that his every exhale becomes your next inhale, so intimate that you find it hard to believe that he’s kissing you so sweetly while maintaining a relentless pace.

he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t hold back.

“cum for me,” he breathes into your parted lips, “i want to hear you.”

and you don’t need to be told twice. with a loud cry of his name you come undone around him, your slick quickly forming a ring of white at the base of his cock as he rides out your high, his pace becoming erratic and sloppy at the vice-like grip of your cunt.

“fuck,” he lets out a deep grunt as you repeatedly clench around him, the sound resonating from deep within his chest. his hands pat around the bed looking for yours, and soon after he locks your fingers together again he cums too, head buried in your shoulder and his cock shooting hot ropes into you, painting your walls white.

your legs are shaking as you come down from your high, your pussy so sensitive to any tiny movements that you almost cum again when he tries to pull out from you. the satin beneath you is soaked with a mix of both your essence, drops of white leaking from your sobbing hole when diluc finally pulls out.

he admires you in your post-orgasm glow, and not just at the sight of his cum leaking out of you and your pussy now moulded to the shape of him. it’s as if a soft silk has been draped over you, painting your features in glorious moonlight.

“you’re so beautiful.”

he breaks the silence that has enveloped you both while your breathing returned to normal.

you still find it foreign, the feeling of his compliments even as you’re spread out naked under him. as if sensing your disbelief, diluc repeats his words again, this time between wet kisses on your collarbone, etching his love for you into your body.

“so. beautiful,” he whispers into your skin, his heart swelling, “and all mine.”

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dreamingofep · 2 years ago

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Strangers in the Crowd pt. 11

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on your annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International.

Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, teasing/ tension, SMUTTT, oral sex,outside sex, daddy kink, spanking, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Hello everyone! Its summer in Graceland and it hot 😏 if you know what I mean😉 Like I said previously, this fic is coming to its end very soon but I have other stories coming soon to that I’m VERY excited about and cannot wait to tell you more.

I'm so glad you've been liking this story so much! I also mentioned earlier that I’m also posting my fics on Ao3 so you can read my stuff there too if you want!☺️

This has been so much fun to write and hear your reactions! Enjoy! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or overall goofs.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think! 🖤

The Memphis sun baked into your skin today and radiated its warmth through your body. You were soon discovering how hot Memphis can get in the summers and you were not prepared for that by any means. The one nice thing about it was how your skin had a nice glowing tan now, one that matched Elvis’.

The first few weeks living at Graceland was something out of a dream. It felt wonderful to be with Elvis every day and get to know each other on a deeper level. He was so catering and his southern hospitality really shined through to make sure you felt like you were right at home. Anything you wanted, he would get you to make you the happiest while you were staying here. You didn’t have time to pack before you and Elvis got on his plane to go straight to Memphis. To be completely honest, you didn’t want to see anyone try and convince you to stay, and after the events that happened with your parents, you definitely didn’t want to hear it.

Elvis bought you an entire new wardrobe that was completely unnecessary, but was so generous of him to do that for you. You could tell a lot of the outfits were hand-picked by him based on how revealing some of them were.

It was an adjustment living with so many people all the time. The house was constantly buzzing until the later parts of the night, where you can hear the crickets sing and the house finally came to a still.

Night falls, and you decide to go for a swim. Elvis isn’t anywhere to be found so you’ll just go in by yourself. He has been a bit high-strung since he is opening in Vegas once again in a few days. He had been rehearsing in Los Angeles the last few weeks, going back and forth from there, and back to Memphis every few days to try to get the show perfect. This was going to be his third time playing in Vegas and wanted to make sure the show was fresh and exciting still. You assured him that it was going to be great, but he’s too much of a perfectionist to relax until it’s actually done. The added pressure of having it professionally filmed also weighed on him. MGM was filming six shows for this new movie so that meant Elvis has to find new songs for such. You wanted him to relax when he was home but he couldn’t fully enjoy the quiet. He was always picking up a guitar and playing or going to the piano.

This meant he was less attentive to you and your needs. Not that you were being selfish, it was just how it was. You respected that he was so dedicated of an artist that his craft was the most important thing to him. You knew this next show was going to be even better than what you experienced, and that’s saying a lot.

He’d show affection always, but the more close, intimate moments were brief, if at all present.

You didn’t take it personally, you understood, but you wanted him desperately. You wanted to find the right time to get him alone, and have him take you right there, no questions asked.

After rummaging through your drawer to find the right swimsuit, you decide to go with the high-waisted two-piece one with the cherry pattern on it. You grab a towel from the bathroom and go back downstairs to the pool.

You place your towel on one of the reclining sun chairs and dip your toes into the dark aqua pool. It was cool and brought a slight shiver to you, but with the blazing sun beating down on it all day made it feel like the perfect temperature to cool off at night. You quickly jump in and get the instant satisfaction of being able to feel so much more comfortable.

The pool isn’t large by any means, but big enough to do laps and get a nice workout in.

As you do your laps, your mind continues to wander to needing Elvis. You knew he wanted you too by just the look in his eye, but his mind was somewhere else and probably didn’t find it right to give you half of his attention when it came to that sort of stuff.

You take a break from swimming and float on your back, getting to stare at the shining stars twinkling in the sky.

“Well what do we have here,” Elvis teases.

You pop your head up to the sound of his voice and see him standing on the other side of the pool, wearing a pink short sleeve button up with black pants. His eyes have this wild child like glint of mischief when he looks at you.

“Nothing that would interest you,” you tease back. He chuckles softly and walks to the side of the pool you’re on.

“It looks like something I’d like,” he says, crouching down to see you closer. You swim closer to him, hanging onto the ledge of the pool by your fingertips, looking up at him between his legs.

“Why don’t you come in here and find out if it’s something you like,” you jest.

A devious smirk arises from him, “I see just fine right here baby.”

You reach out and pull at his shirt, popping off the first button. He looks down at the pearl pink button fall onto the concrete.

You stare pleadingly at him, the light beaming behind him from the back door fixture, cascading a shadow over him making him look like an angel. His golden tan skin gleaming and his black hair dancing in the breeze. Your hand continues to work his shirt buttons, trying to feel his skin touching yours.

“Come in baby, get those pants off,” you coo.

He lets out a exasperated laugh, “woman you know what I’m wearing under here,” he says smugly.

Yep you do… nothing.

“Are you being shy E? You don’t want to let little Elvis free for a swim?” You say cunningly.

His face flushed and he shakes his head at you in disbelief.

“I swear to God woman…” he trails off.

A devious little idea pops in your head and want to tease him further, make him have to get in here and pay attention to you. Your hands reach around to your back and untie the straps around your rib cage. Once they are free, you lift the top off your neck and throw it at his feet, making a splashing noise when it hits the ground.

“What do you think you’re doing?,” his voice full of concern and slight agitation.

“Nothing, I don’t know what you mean,” You say innocently. You bring you hands out to your side, kicking off the wall of the pool and away from him. Your chest elevates as you swim away and your nipples rise above the water, hardened by the cool water. His eyes grow in shock, checking over his shoulder to the back sliding door and the kitchen windows that no one was looking at the scene you were making.

“Y/n you better put this back on right now. I don’t want anyone seeing you like this,” he says firmly, his voice controlled and unplayful.

You shake your head no at him, swimming further away from him, drawing him to follow you to the other side of the pool. Your hands go back under water and pull your bottoms down, bringing them to the surface and ringing them out before throwing them in Elvis’ direction. His jaw drops and his eyes darken.

“Honey, I’m not playing with you, you better put these back on right now,” he growls. You know you should be carful, you’ve seen how his temper can flare when you don’t listen. But you didn’t care. You wanted his attention and this is how you were going to get it.

“Nope. Not until you get in here with me,�� you sayin a snarky tone.

Elvis frustratedly throws your swim suit down on the ground and jumps in the pool after you. You quickly swim to the other side as you see him come up for air, wiping his hair out of his face, searching for you with wild eyes.

“Y/n, come here,” He barks. “You want someone to see you like this?!”

You can’t help but giggle at the rise you’re getting out of him.

“You’re going to have to come get me before I put any clothes back on,” you tease.

Staying in the deep end of the pool, you try to dodge him and swim away from him. Both of you are getting out of breath and your legs are getting tired. You can’t help but laugh at how serious he’s being right now. It’s a rare occasion when Elvis is dead serious and not cracking a joke. But the thought of one of the guys seeing you naked makes his blood boil and his temper flare off.

He catches up with you and pins you to the side of the pool wall, fire blazing wildly in his eyes as he grabs your arms stilling you. You’re in the middle of the pool and your feet don’t touch the ground anymore. He still stands up fine and gives him more leverage to pin you here and control your movements.

“I thought you knew how to listen to me after all this time, but instead you’ve just become more of an insolent little brat hmm?”

You push your hips into him and let out a soft sigh out, liking the much needed attention of his body on yours.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say innocently.

“Oh, don’t you do that with me. I’m not gonna have that. You want someone to see you naked?” He fumes.

You take a second to look at his face, seeing the clear frustration but nonetheless beautiful and very distracting.

“If I were to say yes… is daddy going to punish me?” You say in a hushed whisper, your hand wandering down underwater to his bulge, squeezing it in your hand and watching him jump.

He looks at you in shock, waiting for you to say anything else.

“Yes, I’ll have to show you who you belong to,” he growls. “No other man gets to see you naked but me,” possessiveness dripping off his tongue. He lets go of you and gets out of the pool.

He stands in front of you, his clothes dripping wet and clung to his body, showcasing his best assets right in front of you. He looks so inviting, so handsome, you want to get on your knees for him right now.

“Get out of the pool,” he commands.

“You want to at least grab my towel,” you say snappy.

He makes a snide chuckle, “Since you don’t care if anyone will see you, thought you wouldn’t need one.” He barks.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smirking, knowing your little game is working.

“No you’re right baby. That was a silly thing to ask for,” you say challengingly.

You wade over to the steps to get out of the pool and step out, brushing back your wet hair out of your face and letting it fall on your back.

The look on his face on priceless, the disbelief that you would actually walk around naked out of the pool so confidently shocks him to the core.

You walk by him, flicking your wet hair in his direction and walking to the lounging chairs where you had left your pool towel. His eyes burn holes into your backside watching you walk away. You nonchalantly pat your body dry, ringing your hair out, and taking a seat on the chair. You stretch your arms out above you and let them dangle off the chair. You hear his footsteps coming toward you and he stops right in front of you.

“You think this is a game?” He questions harshly. “I’m not going to ask again,” he cautioned.

You shake your head no at him, reaching to touch his cock again, feeling him tense up.

“Daddy’s going to have to teach you a lesson,” he growls, grabbing your wrist tightly, pulling your hand away from him.

Your core throbs at his words, needing his undivided attention more than anything.

“I’m going to need a long, in-depth lesson before I fully understand, daddy, and then I’ll listen” your words with an icy edge.

You reach for the towel behind your head and stand up, wrapping it around yourself and tucking in the corner at your breast.

Reaching down for his top button of his pants, you push the button through and slide down his zipper. You reach your hand into his pants and wrap your hand around his shaft, moving it up and down slowly.

“Daddy, please forgive me. I promise I’ll listen,” you coo.

You feel him get hard in your hand and watch as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, fighting the urge to succumb to you. The heat radiating off of him felt suffocating and made you want to crumble at his feet even easier than you could imagine.

He spins your body around, making it so his back is facing the back door and windows.

“Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are,” he commands, his fingers tracing the hem of the towel resting on your breasts. He pulls it down off of you, leaving you standing naked in front of you. The darkness of the night didn’t stop his eyes from glimmering with that mischievous glint.

“Mhmm, yes daddy,” you say softly, sinking to your knees at his feet.

He pulls his cock and balls out of his pants and glides his hand over his shaft, stroking it sprightly.

“Open that mouth for me baby,” he quips.

You obey and open your mouth, waiting for his tip to touch your tongue.

He pushes his hips forward, plunging his cock to the back of your throat. You instantly gag, not ready for his long length to be inside you like this. You squeeze onto the back of his thigh with your hands, needing to take some of his length out of you.

His hands reach into your hair, pulling your head back, making you look up at him.

“You’re gonna take this cock like a good girl. Take your punishment for not listening to me,” he growls. You whimper at his instructions, opening your mouth once again for him.

He lets out a pleased groan and puts his cock back inside your mouth, keeping the firm grip he has in your hair.

He fucks your mouth vigorously, making the most vile sounds come out of you and drool spilling from the slides of your mouth.

He changes pace and starts to push your head forward, taking in more of his cock while he keeps his hips still. You flatten your tongue out on the bottom of his shaft and watch as he lets out a breathy moan. You can’t help but smile that you can make such noises come out of him.

You try to suck as much as he would let you, letting out moans as he pulled out of you to let you breathe. Your hand slowly inches for his balls, cupping them softly and massaging them lightly in your hand. He pushes his hips forward as he feels you doing this, having you take his entire length in your mouth. You lick at the base of his cock, hearing his deep groans that fill the otherwise still night. Putting more pressure on his balls, you feel him tense in your mouth.

He groans and moves his hips slower while he’s inside you. You’re almost sure he’s going to cum like this, but he pulls his length out of your mouth and has you just focusing on his head and massaging his balls in your hand.

“Oh fuck mama, yes,” he gasps pulling himself out of you, “use your mouth on my balls now,” he directs as you gasp for air.

You eagerly take his shaft in your hand and start jerking it, placing your mouth near his sac. You give one long lick causing him to gasp. You use your fingertips to push his sac to your mouth, wanting to suck on one of his balls and shower him with attention.

You suck on one and his cock twitches in your hand. You test how much pressure you can put to make him groan the most. You lick and suck on his balls while still slowly jerking him off in your hand. You love the sounds he’s making, sounding like sweet music to your ears.

You had never done this before so it did make you a little nervous, but you would experiment with what he liked. Like the rest of him, his balls were large and heavy making your mouth water for him. He lets out a loud gasp as your tongue swirls around his teste, bringing a new pleasure to him when you have it inside your mouth.

He pulls you away from him, leaving a sucking pop sound with you release his ball from your mouth.

“Fuck mama, you’re killing me,” he says breathlessly. You can’t help but giggle slightly at his reaction to all of it. You could keep going if he would let you but he lets out a frustrated grumble as you look up at him with his cock still in your hand.

He doesn’t like the reaction from you, he doesn’t want to hear you enjoying your punishment for acting out so childishly. “Your punishment isn’t over yet baby. Get up.”

Elvis tucks himself back into his wet slacks and reaches for the towel that’s fallen on the floor to cover you, wrapping his arms around your torso and picking you up. He makes long, quick strides into the cool, air conditioned house, sneaking you down to the basement and into the jungle room.

He placed your body face down over the arm of the couch sitting in the middle of the room, your hands stretched out in front of you holding yourself up.

“You’re such a bad girl, always liking your punishments too much.” He grabs your hair again, pulling your head back and places a hard spank on your ass. The pain of it spreads through you like wildfire making you cry out.

“Elvis!” You say loudly, squirming out of his touch. He stills you putting a firmer grip on your hair and your hip. His hand comes down again and the sound of the spank is the only sound that fills the room. You let out another cry, hearing Elvis make a guttural noise.

“Elvis, Please!” You beg.

His hand comes down again and your eyes fill with water, pleasure seeping through when he gives another spank.

“Ah fuck,” you whimper.

His hands caress the swell of your ass, getting dangerously close to your folds. You feel your wetness pool more, making you want him badly. His fingertips brush your folds and the wetness spilling out of them. You push your hips back into his fingers more, wanting him to plunge them knuckle deep inside you. You hear him start to peel his wet clothes off of himself behind you and throw them to the side.

“Daddy, please,” you cry.

“You just love when daddy gives you attention Hmm?” He asks.

“Mhmmm, yes daddy I’ve missed you,” you groan.

“I know baby, being such a good little slut for me.”

His tip rubs against your folds as he continues to praise you. With a grunt, he plunges his cock inside you, stuffing you to the hilt. Both of you loudly groan and cry for more. You drive your hips back with him, wanting him to take you rough.

“Fuck me daddy,” you gasp, pushing your hips back with his.

Elvis cusses and lets out a pent up groan, making your pussy throb. He keeps one hand on your hip, using it as leverage when he snaps his hips into you, the other slithered down from your hair and wrapped around the front of your neck, keeping a light pressure on it, giving you a delicious tingling sensation.

His thrusts are hitting all the right places and with how sexually needy you’ve been, it’s not going to take very much to make you finish. He knows it too. The sounds you’re making for him tells him how good he’s making you feel and that you can’t take very much.

Suddenly he pulls out of you, leaving you breathless and begging for more.

“Baby, please. Don’t stop,” you pant, looking over your shoulder.

“Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to pull a little stunt like that again?” He questions.

“No daddy, I won’t I promise.” You plead.

He pulls your upper body up and goes to sit on the couch, his long legs spread out and his cock getting lazily tugged on in his hand.

“Then come and ride daddy. I want you to finish like this,” he beckons.

You stare at the man before you and get a chill just looking at him. You nod your head at him in compliance and straddle his frame. You hover over his cock, he lines you up and pushes your hips down onto him, sinking your wet heat all the way down his shaft. He cusses with how tight you feel and you feel the throbbing begin to feel unconsolable.

You glide yourself up again and watch his face this time as you sink back down on him hard. His face forms into pleasure, his eyes looking into yours, then down along your breasts as they begin to bounce as you ride him faster. He groans loudly, sending an electric shock to your core by just the sounds he makes when he’s getting fucked.

Your hands grip tightly in his wet hair as you ride him, not being able to get enough of him.

He leans his head back onto the couch, letting you take most of the control. He still has his hands on your hips, squeezing them tightly.

The coil and heat in your belly feels like it’s going to unravel any second now and he knows it. Your whimpers and moans increase as you swivel your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit on him in the process.

He stills you suddenly, making a shrill cry come out of you. He bores those serious blue eyes into you and bites his lip.

“Do you deserve to cum baby?” He asks.

You gasp and try to move your hips down but he won’t let you until you answer him.

“Yes, daddy, make me cum please. I’ve been a good girl,” you gasp.

He sinks you back down on him and helps you move up and down in his length. His fingers find your bud and rubs it like only he can.

Before you know it, your vision is filled with stars and you scream his name. He groans loudly when he watches you cum all over him, squeezing his cock and gasping for breath.

He finishes deep inside you, his member pulsating quick, thick spurts of his seed. You keep riding him even though your body is becoming exhausted. You don’t really know when the next time you’ll get him like this so you want to selfishly stay on him as long as you can.

Elvis grunts when you continue to grind on him and he sees your pleasure filled face riding him into oblivion.

“Mama, you’re gonna have to slow down you’re killin’ me,” he says gently through gasps.

You try and catch your breath, grabbing into his shoulders and calming yourself down.

“Sorry baby I got excited,” you tease.

“I’m not going anywhere baby. You can get more later if you want it. You don’t have to act out like a little devil to get my attention.” He assures.

You pauses looking away, “I know but you’ve been so busy. I didn’t want to bother you…” you trail off.

The look of realization washes over his face and his eyes grow sorrowful.

“Oh god baby, is that what this was all about? I haven’t been very attentive have I? Oh honey I’m so sorry,” he says pulling you in to embrace.

“It’s okay honey I know you’re under a lot of pressure. I didn’t want to distract.”

He looks at you smugly, “you are my favorite distraction though. Please tell me if you need something you know I’ll do it for you,” he says sweetly.

You nod your head and smile, “okay honey. I will I promise.”

“Good girl. Let’s get you upstairs so I can ruin you some more,” he says devilishly.

“Elvis! You need your rest before opening night. I can’t be the one held responsible for keeping you up all night. I’ll be fine,” you say exasperated.

“We’ll how about this, the show opens in three days, and I promise to get rest and be in top shape for the shows. But,” he pauses and pulls your chest to his, “I’m not going to let you sleep the first night we’re there. I want to ruin that perfect pussy of yours,” he says in a low sensual whisper.

Your heart skips when you hear him talk to you like this, “okay daddy.”

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bytheangell · 1 year ago

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Happiest Season

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“I cannot believe you’ve never seen a Hallmark Christmas movie,” Clary says from behind Isabelle, who is waiting dutifully on the sofa per Clary’s instruction. Meanwhile, Clary is bouncing around behind her with more energy and excitement than Izzy’s ever seen her have. This is particularly impressive because that means this Clary rivals post-coffee Clary.

“Just sit down and relax, Clary!” “I will relax once we have everything we need. The atmosphere needs to be perfect,” Clary insists.

The weather outside is doing half the work for her - it’s snowing outside, those giant, puffy flakes that melt the second they land, but look beautiful as they fall outside the window. Clary has four giant pillows and the fuzziest blankets on the sofa, and a moment later a steaming mug of hot cocoa is placed on the coaster next to Isabelle, topped with a small mountain of whipped cream and marshmallows.

“Okay. Now we’re ready to watch,” Clary declares, sliding into place next to Isabelle on the sofa and tossing a blanket over each of their legs

“I didn’t realize there were so many rules,” Izzy laughs.

“Not rules… just… ideal circumstances,” Clary insists before repeating her previous statement. “It has to be perfect.”

Isabelle bites back an instinctive cheesy reply about how it already is perfect. The overly sweet holiday sentimentality is supposed to be Clary’s deal. Izzy is here solely as the reluctant humbug in need of convincing.

“It’s just a movie, Clary. The only thing it needs to be is on a screen,” Izzy points out.

“Shhhhhh,” Clary says, just as the screen comes to life with a montage of the first snow in some sleepy little town with a population of roughly 10 people from the looks of it. “It’s starting.”

Isabelle does her best to focus on the movie, but it’s difficult when Clary is tucked up against her side so closely that the smell of her strawberry shampoo mixes with the rich chocolate of the cocoa. She’s thankful for the warmth from the drink to mask the flush on her face when Clary’s hand moves to rest over Izzy’s leg.

It’s fine. This is fine. She’s been closer to Clary during training and out in the field a dozen times, she can handle sitting close to her on a sofa for two hours.

Izzy’s fully prepared to pretend to care about the characters of whatever predictable romance is about to unfold, and while Izzy isn’t entirely wrong about the plot she finds herself surprisingly sucked into the character’s lives.

“Why won’t they just talk?!” Izzy asks out loud an hour into the movie.

“Because then we wouldn’t have such delicious miscommunication,” Clary smirks.

“But they like each other! This is so stupid, just TELL HER!” Izzy turns her frustration to the screen in front of them, trying to ignore the self-satisfied smile on Clary’s face at how invested Izzy has become.

Izzy, meanwhile, finds her own face pulling tight, her thoughts turning from the frustration of the characters in the movie to her personal frustration. Just tell her, Izzy thinks to herself with a brief eye roll. As if it’s that easy.

“Everything alright?” Clary asks beside her, catching Isabelle’s shift in mood almost immediately. Clary’s always so good at reading her. Clary knows her so well. Clary… Clary… “Isabelle?”

“This is so stupid,” Izzy mutters to herself.

“I mean, I know it isn’t the best, but-” “No, not the movie. The ‘not talking’,” Izzy tries again.

“Well, yeah, but that’s half the movie-” “Not the movie,” Izzy sighs, shifting on the sofa to face Clary fully. “Me. Not telling you… that I like you.”

Isabelle is almost afraid to meet Clary’s gaze after the confession, but she does, only to see Clary smiling softly back at her.

“About time,” Clary says.

Izzy’s eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, I didn’t know for sure, but I hoped… you were willing to watch this with me, after all,” Clary points out.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Isabelle asks.

Clary shrugs. “Why didn’t you?”

“The delicious miscommunication?” Isabelle offers with the slightest smirk of her own.

Clary laughs, loud and with a touch of relief. “Touche.”

“So… now what?” Izzy asks, and this time her question is no longer laced with the bad kind of nervous anticipation, but with the best, electric, skin-tingling kind in the universe. The uncertainty is gone, and she knows what lies ahead is going to be nothing short of, well, magical.

“Well,” Clary starts slowly, leaning in as she speaks. “We haven’t gotten to this bit of the movie yet, but I think this is the part where we finally kiss.”

Maybe there’s something to all these budding winter romances after all.

“My favorite part,” Isabelle says as she leans in to meet her.

#clary fray #isabelle lightwood #clizzy #shadowhunters #tmi #christmas fluff #i haven't written in ages #but i wanted to gift my spouse a little sapphic fluff so here we are

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aei9athy · 10 months ago

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Aeternum vale

| navigation | a/n: saw a prompt like this on twitter and I love angst so I created this. First time posting on here so please be kind ❤️ | warnings: angst, slight and I mean a sliver of alcoholism, non canonical character death | cross posted on ao3 | tags 🏷️ : @thethreeeyed-raven |

June 13th 2014

It’s been a year since Ada left him, again. It was something Leon had become somewhat numb too. Her being there with him was never in the cards. He tries and tries and tries and somehow fate somehow separates them. He wished he had taken Helena’s advice and had gone after her, he wished he could have held her or kissed her before she ran away again. He felt like a damn fool. She could be dead for all he knows, rotting in the ground or maybe scattered ashes. No. Fate wasn’t kind enough for that, knowing their luck she would be made into a BOW, ready to be sold to the first greedy bastard who laid eyes on her.

Leon shakes his head. No, she’s too strong to die, to be turned into one of those things. His foot bounces on the ground. Why was he so tense all of a sudden? He knows she’s capable of living alone so why was he so worried? Maybe it’s time for a call, it wouldn’t hurt right?

He takes his phone from his pocket and slowly dials the number but for some reason cannot press the call button. She doesn’t need him anymore, just like always she’ll come when or if she needs something. However those words that Helena said are still gnawing at the back of his mind. “She’s more than just a friend isn’t she?” Those words are on a deafening loop in his mind 24/7. Were they ever really friends? He could never think of a word to describe their relationship but that’s how he liked it. Putting the phone back in his pocket he decided to wait, she’d call when she’s ready.

That call never came. A week went by, nothing. A week turned to a month to somehow a whole year. He tried shaking off the ominous feeling he felt in his chest every time he looked at the makeup compact on his dresser. It was fine though, once it was a six year gap! Leon had said to himself at least a dozen times each day to keep himself sane.

At long last on June 13th 2015 he called her.

“Unfortunately I’m unavailable at the moment please leave a message!”

It was her voice! It took Leon a few seconds to realise it was a pre recorded message. Quickly he spoke, stumbling over his own words. “Hey Ada! It’s been a while huh? Listen I know you’re probably really busy but I’d like to see you again or even just a call. I need to know you’re alive, talk later…Hun.” The last word hurt more to say than he thought. It was a nickname the two had grown accustomed to throughout the years.

Once again he was waiting and waiting until a month later his mobile rang in his back pocket. “Ada! Are you there? I’ve missed you so much, please tell me you’re alright.” His words come out liked alphabet spaghetti but instead of his lovers voice there was a deeper voice, one Leon could not recognise. “You must be mr Leon Kennedy? I’m sorry but Miss Wong has been dead for over a year now. She died on June 13th 2014.” Before Leon could even comprehend what had been said to him the phone went dead and only the beeping of the hung up phone could be heard.

Time stopped, grief swallowed him up more than any BOW had done before. A hot white pain stung in his chest, it was like his heart had been ripped out and stitched back in by a butcher. However tears did not come, he just sat there, looking at that damned makeup compact. He would never be able to give it back to her. He would never see her again. Helena was right he should have gone to her, he should’ve kissed her and told her how much he loved her and…!

His brain stopped processing, overheating from the guilt and regret of never being able to tell her how he really felt.

“I love you.”

A single tear fell down his cheek.

Months go by and guilt is still lingering over him. His nightmares become worse and so does his drinking. Everyday he would call her number, hear her voice on the answer machine and then whisper sweet nothings into the phone.

He was sent the address of the place where she was buried. She wanted to be cremated. Even in death she never got what she wanted. He decided to see her, take the compact and try to find some sort of solace or peace from this overwhelming regret.

There it was, alone just like she was. Beautiful, just like she was. The compact was tight in his hand, he also decided to bring along the teddy keychain she had given him a decade ago.

“Hey Ada.”

He says nothing and places the compact on the headstone. Somehow he felt lighter, no words needed. He sits there reminiscing for hours but still says nothing. Finally he gets up and whispers one thing to the grave and leaves.

“I love you.”

#resident evil #ada wong #leon kennedy #aeon #ada x leon #ada wong x leon kennedy

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sunnyrealist · 1 year ago

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Chapter 30: An Expert Guide

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Kate has just finished another school year as the Hogwarts assistant librarian - finally, it's summer! Sebastian also has a week off of work, and he asked Kate to accompany him on a camping trip to the Scottish Highlands, where he plans to hike into the mountains to explore and seek magical artifacts and treasure in various ruins, caves, and a long-abandoned castle. Kate has never camped before or been on such an adventure, and he's thrilled to share the experience with her. Another recent development: Sebastian purchased a special gift (a beautiful piano) for Kate as a symbol of his intent - he wants their courtship to end in marriage. It turned out that Sebastian was keeping his musical talent a secret; he can play piano even better than Kate can.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI, but there really are no content warnings for this chapter.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback. A comment, like, or Kudos would be quite motivational.

Chapter 30: An Expert Guide

Sebastian glides slowly, walking through the air to the ground, landing perfectly on his feet.

Kate does not.

With a thud, she lets out an “oof” and struggles to get up from where she plummeted directly to the ground. Managing to at least support herself on her hands and knees, she almost instantly feels a wave of nausea move through her body.

“Ooh, are you okay?” Sebastian asks, dropping down to his knees next to her. He places his arm over her back.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Kate replies, her voice strained. “Don’t look-”

She attempts to hold it back but cannot. The next moment, she retches. Dizzy, she spits a few times, trying to remove the foul taste from her mouth.

Sebastian soothingly rubs her back. “It’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart.”

Kate’s eyes fill with tears. Her face is crimson and hot. “I am so embarrassed. Sorry. I feel like I’ve already ruined our trip. This has to be the worst start ever.”

He kisses Kate’s back, then stands up and walks over to pluck a flower from the ground. Using his wand, he transfigures the yellow flower into a yellow teacup, then casts Aguamenti, filling it with cool water. Kate, now kneeling, looks pale and positively dejected. With a concerned look, he steps back over to her, holding out the cup. Though surprised, she accepts it and begins to sip the water, swirling it around her mouth, then spitting it out. Eventually, the aftertaste of acidic vomit disappears, and she is able to finally drink the rest, letting it soothe her throat.

“Thank you,” Kate says quietly, looking humiliated. Sarcastically, she murmurs, “Who knew that touching a beat up old mitten could cause such a disgusting sight?”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Sebastian tells her with care and consideration. “I know you don’t do well with apparition. You told me that the first night we met. I didn’t even consider that it might happen with a portkey, too.” He places his arm around the small of her back, kneeling next to her. “Take as much time as you need. I don’t want to push you. And our trip is not ruined. It’ll begin when you feel right once more.”

She closes her eyes, trying to calm herself. Taking deep breaths of the fresh, cool air, she inhales and exhales slowly. Her blonde hair flows behind her, picked up by a slight breeze. Birds sing in the distance. Sebastian continues to rub her back softly. Her eyelids slowly begin to open, seeing nothing but green grasses, white and golden wildflowers, rocky mountains standing tall in the distance, and a blue sky peeking out behind a curtain of gray clouds.

He kisses the top of her head. “Isn’t the view gorgeous? And this is only the start. We’re going to have a wonderful time, sunshine.”

Kate adjusts, sitting on her bum and leaning up against his chest. Sebastian wraps his arms further around her.

“Do you see - there?” He points to the left of a mountain, to a gently sloping hill. “That’s the direction we’ll head in today. We should eventually reach a forest, and that’s where we can make camp.” He kisses her head again. “How are you feeling now, Kate?”

“Better,” she whispers in response. “It’s beautiful, Sebastian.”

Kate slowly moves to stand up; Sebastian helps her. Once she is steady on her feet, she examines her hands. Having landed so roughly, they’re full of dirt, and one even has a bit of blood on it. Perhaps she had landed on a stick or something sharp? She can’t remember, but the stinging overcomes most of her senses.

“Let me fix that up for you,” Sebastian says, pulling out his wand again. Using Aguamenti again, water trickles onto her palms. She manages to clean them up. Then, he whispers a healing charm, and she watches as the little patches in which she must have scraped her hand disappear.

“Thank you,” she replies, then tries to dust off her mustard-colored pantaloons and the matching brown and green plaid blouse with puffed sleeves. She fishes tan-colored leather gloves from her pocket, pulling them on with care.

Stepping before her, Sebastian holds out his arm, and with a smile, asks, “Shall we begin?” His hair is mussed up a little by the wind, and his freckled cheeks are slightly tinted pink.

Kate almost had to laugh that morning when she saw the clothing he had chosen. It was almost a perfect match to what she wore - a long, green coat over a brown plaid vest, white shirt, and brown trousers. She cannot help but admire how perfectly he looks here in the Highlands, as if he is exactly where he belongs, completely in his element.

She accepts his arm, and they begin to stroll towards the hill.

Without an established pathway, Kate has to watch carefully where she steps. Within a few minutes, she stumbles a bit.

“I hope I don’t slow you down, my moon,” Kate worries aloud. “I’ve only ever gone on easy hikes. This is quite the adventure for me.”

Sebastian shakes his head. “There is no need to rush. I am in no hurry - I’m just happy to be on this adventure with you.” He grins. “The mountain, caves, and castle can wait - we’ll go at whatever pace is comfortable for you, my sweet sun. You’ll get used to the terrain soon. And a couple days from now, when it’s not possible to trek any further on foot, we’ll use our brooms.”

Kate stretches out her arm, running her fingertips along the wildflowers as they walk. “I’m glad I have such an expert guide for my first camping trip.”

Sebastian noisily kicks a little rock in his way, and suddenly, a doe and fawn bound out of their hiding place among the tall grasses. Kate gasps, smiling, and follows them with her eyes until they disappear from view, absolutely mesmerized.

When Kate and Sebastian finally reach the top of the hill, the muscles in her legs are burning.

“Maybe we could take a break for lunch, Seb,” Kate suggests. “I could use a rest.”

“That sounds good. I’m famished,” he agrees.

Sebastian and Kate each pull out a small bag from their pockets, then cast charms to enlarge them. Sebastian fishes through the many compartments of his satchel in search of a blanket on which they can sit and enjoy a picnic. Kate opens her bag, which has turned into a large trunk equipped with an extension charm. She places it on the ground, then steps inside of it, disappearing as she climbs down a ladder. Inside is essentially a tiny cellar. On one side of the room, there is a closet, with clothing folded and organized. Another wall holds various grooming tools and potions, medicines (just in case), and other miscellaneous items that might come in handy. Finally, the third has all kinds of food and beverages, organized perfectly by course.

Kate returns to the Highlands, where Sebastian is laying on the blanket, staring up at the clouds with his hands behind his head. She smiles at him, carrying a basket with items for their picnic. She sits down and organizes it all - apple cider, ham and cheddar sandwiches, fresh strawberries, and sliced cucumbers.

“This is perfect,” Sebastian tells her with his mouth already full. “Are you certain we have enough food packed for the whole journey?”

“Yes, Sebastian, I’m positive!” She laughs, recalling how much convincing was necessary to just let her handle the food on their trip.

“Well, I’m going to really tuck in, then,” he quickly replies, popping a cucumber slice into his mouth.

As hungry as Sebastian is, he makes sure that Kate has her fill before eagerly chowing down on whatever is left.

“If this was not enough, I have plenty more food in my trunk,” she informs him.

“No, this was just right,” he murmurs before gulping down the rest of the cider in his cup. “Thank you for lunch.”

Sebastian helps Kate clean up and follows her inside her extendable trunk. There’s hardly enough room for the both of them. He looks around in wonder at how organized the tiny space is.

“You’re quite prepared,” he notes.

“Quite. I always am,” she replies, setting down their now clean plates.

She turns around carefully to face him, which is quite a task in this space that is really meant for just one person. “But what about you?” she asks, her tone turning flirty. “Are you always prepared?”

Sebastian looks taken aback when Kate’s hands reach around his hips to grip his arse and pull his groin flush against her. He quickly recovers, flashing her a devilish smile. His hands trail from her hips to her abdomen to her ribs, finally settling over her breasts.

Leaning down to her ear, he rasps, “I may have been taken by surprise here, Miss Mayflower, but I am always up for whatever you are willing to give.”

Pulling her face to his, Sebastian captures her lips hungrily. Kate reciprocates, deepening the kiss. She keens loudly as he lays kisses down her neck and back up again while squeezing her tits. Her hands travel up his back, pulling him closer and closer to her until there is no space between their bodies. His tongue runs along her bottom lip and then enters her mouth. He pushes Kate roughly against the wall, rattling the dishware. Suddenly, a little cup falls, shattering on the floor, completely breaking the spell of arousal.

“Oh!” Kate cries out. “Shit.”

Sebastian pulls back as she examines the cup, giving her as much space as is possible in the tiny storage closet. “Sorry,” he murmurs, breathing heavily. “I’m sure it can be fixed…”

Kate pulls out her wand. “Reparo.”

The shattered pieces of glass lift from the ground and regain the shape of a teacup. She uses her wand to levitate it back to the high shelf where it belongs.

Her heart rate finally begins to slow back down. “I suppose we should get back to what we were doing… it’s probably time to continue on our travels, right?”

Sebastian nods in reluctant affirmation, coming down from his high. “We still have a long way to go until we reach the forest. We probably won’t arrive there until around dinner time.”

Kate closes her eyes and sighs. “Then, yes, we should move on.”

Sebastian nods again; she gestures for him to climb the ladder. She follows close behind, silently cursing the teacup.

Kate is relieved to be no longer walking uphill, but there is no forest in sight, which means it will be a long trek. It will be the same scenery for quite some time - tall grasses, wildflowers, and mountains in the distance.

“I have an idea to pass the time,” she said cheerfully. “I want to know everything about you. What better time to ask each other questions?”

“I’m up for it.”

Kate grins, then looks up at the sky, deciding on her first question. “Hmmmm….I’ll start. Birthday.”

“31st of October,” Sebastian replies.

“That’s Halloween!” Kate exclaims. “You were born on Halloween?!”

“Yes,” he answers, smiling. “Everyone in my family always thought it was perfect that Anne and I were born on Halloween - the day of mischief. I love that my birthday is celebrated on the day when the barrier between the mundane world and the mysterious is blurred.”

“I like that,” Kate notes. “And you probably remember meeting me on my birthday - May the 19th.”

“I’ll never forget it,” Sebastian affirms, taking her hand in his. “One of the most important days of my life. Really, Kate.”

She blushes. For a moment, they walk quietly.

“I suppose it’s my turn. What is your favorite meal?” Sebastian asks.

Kate deliberates in her mind. “It depends what you mean. Dessert is my favorite meal of the day. I love sweets.” She laughs, and he joins in. “I love ice cream, which you know. But outside of dessert, I would say my absolute favorite meal is roasted chicken with mashed potatoes and fresh, soft dinner rolls. You?”

“I love ice cream, too. I mean, who doesn’t?” He grins. “For a meal - probably meat pies. I like savory meat mixed with a buttery, flaky crust.”

“Favorite color?” Kate asks next.

“Dark green,” Sebastian answers without thinking.

“That suits you. It makes me think of forests and pine trees - and the journey we’re on at this moment! And for me, yellow. It makes me think of happiness.”

“I figured that,” Sebastian replies, squeezing her hand. “Miss Yellow Personified. Now, since you love books and reading so much, what is your favorite genre?”

“Oh! That is a difficult question. I like so many different genres, but I do like fiction. I hope you don’t look down on me for this, but I especially love romantic stories. Tales of adventure are good, too. If a book has both, it’s a winner for me. How about you, Sebastian?”

“I honestly like a number of genres but adventure and mystery most of all. I like to guess the culprit and see if I’m right,” he explains.

“I see! Are you familiar with Sherlock Holmes? He’s a character in muggle literature - a detective. The stories are fascinating,” she tells him excitedly.

“I’ve heard of Sherlock Holmes, but I haven’t read any of the stories. I’m not all that familiar with muggle literature, but I’m interested,” he admits. “I know you’ll teach me a lot about it over time.”

“I’ll procure a copy. Let it be a gift from me to you,” Kate suggests, smiling.

“Sure,” he agrees. A few moments later, he asks, “What do you like to do on a day off of work when it’s raining outside?”

“Hmmm… Sleep in late and not worry at all about the time. Then, I might do some baking. Afterwards, I might read while listening to some music, and then I’d take a long, warm bubble bath before bed.”

“That sounds lovely, and you had better invite me over to join in with you one day. A bubble bath with you sounds like a dream come true, my love,” he says with a wicked smile.

“You insatiable man!” Kate chides, purposely bumping into him.

“You aren’t wrong - I am insatiable when it comes to you!” Sebastian laughs. Then, his voice becomes low. “My perfect rainy day… would be one spent in bed with you, sunshine.”

She blushes, but then, she considers it and realizes that she’d want that, too. “I feel the same,” she replies in a quiet voice.

“Of course, I like to read and listen to music, too. You could cook and bake for me while I spend time studying. I’d happily fill my belly with your delicious food.” He smiles. “Any time I spend with you is my favorite. In all seriousness, I think… I think I have been alone for so long that I had forgotten what having a real connection with another person is like. I’m so happy to have met you, Kate. I don’t want to go through life alone anymore.”

“Nor I,” she replies, squeezing his hand. “I love you, Sebastian.”

“I love you, too.”

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow x oc #post azkaban sebastian #hufflepuff x slytherin #aged up sebastian sallow #aged up sebastian #hl fanfiction #hogwarts legacy oc #hl oc

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notebookpapers · 7 months ago

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Don’t normally post these, but here’s a drabble. Just a little writing exercise.

“Do you think it is hell?” The mortal asked.

“No,” the Vampire replied, looking down at her with soft eyes.

“What?” The mortal’s eyes widened. “But… I’ve heard people tell that it’s agony beyond belief, the pain of outliving everyone and everything you love, isn’t it..?”

The Vampire shrugged, and paused for a moment, as if considering her words. Centuries ago, she would not have thought about how to best word her reply. Centuries of living had taught her the weight that her words could hold.

“Perhaps it may be,” she answered, finally, looking at the human with an ounce of sorrow in her eyes. “It’s true, I have outlived family. I have outlived some of my favorite restaurants, my favorite shops, my favorite places. Some of my favorite cities are gone - or at least, the versions I once knew. Destroyed by natural disasters or by violence, some never fully recovered. Never the same.”

The vampire paused again, before stepping closer, and sitting on the settee beside the mortal. The human flinched a little. The vampire did not get closer.

“I have known pain. I have known the grief of losing everything. All I once loved. And yet, despite seeing it all fade, I cannot call this existence hell.”

Cautiously, she placed a hand on the human’s shoulder with the same sort of gentleness you would use when extending your palm for a stray animal to sniff.

The human weathered it without flinching. Improvement, then.

“I will not lie to you, my dear. You are capable of grief. Very, very deep grief. At times, it feels like it will pull you apart. But you are also more capable of love than you could ever imagine.”

The human turned to her, questions in her eyes.

The vampire smiled. Kind. Nostalgic. As if thinking back to a simpler time.

“I lost my mother, yes. And my father. And siblings. All my first cousins are dead, as is everyone from my generation.”

Her voice wavered a little.

“But that does not mean I am without family,” she smiled, softly, as she continued. “My cousins had children, and they married, and had children of their own. My brothers married and had two darling sons, and then they married, and they had a son and three daughters.”

The human blinked again. “I thought we- mortals- I thought we weren’t supposed to know.”

The vampire laughed, startling. “Darling,” she asked, “did you really think you were the only one? You’re smart, my dear, and I mean this with no disrespect, but you’re not that special.”

Before the human could find offense, she continued.

“People know. It’s no more or less a secret than we choose it to be. Some special skills are required, of course if you want something that needs government records, and all, but we can tell who we like. And families know. It’s not taboo.”

“My family,” she continued, “as I once knew it, is long dead. And the grief from losing them,” she withdrew her arm, curling it in over her chest, “I carry it with me to this day. But understand that it does not stop me from loving, not one little bit. And I can look at my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great nieces and nephews, and I can tell them of their grandparents, and the ones before that, and the ones before that and even before them. When their parents die of old age, I will be at their deathbed. I will be there to reminisce on stories of their parents and grandparents, and I will remind them of every lovely memory they ever know. And one day, they will die. And I will grieve. And that grief will fall on my shoulders, too.”

She looks at the human, intently now, crimson red eyes meeting oaken wood.

“Grief is the prince you paid for love. If someone were to die, and I went without grieving them, I think it means perhaps I never loved them at all.”

The vampire let her gaze linger for a moment. Or maybe it was two. Or three. But when the human realized she had looked away, the vampire was already rising, pacing over to the hot tea kettle, on the other side of the room.

“I cannot promise you that you will see the undeath this way,” she said, picking a ceylon tea, and putting some into a strainer.

“Immortality can be happy. For some it is miserable. It’s often both, and more besides. It can be whatever you choose.”

She paced back over to the human, and knelt as she set the tea down in front of her.

“You can choose to be happy. It is just… life. Life under different circumstances. The circumstances of our being, once created, cannot be changed. What you do with your undeath… in life… is up to you.”

#I have a list of dialogue prompts I’m working through #prompt was ‘grief is the price you pay for love’#vampires #drabble #writing exercise

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boydykedevo · 2 years ago

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here, i'll post to ao3 in a bit idk what to tag this jdklfhajlfkh

Edit: ao3

You’re a man and you love a woman. Let’s start there.

You’re a man (a new man, a man in name alone for now, a man still yet in the making) and you love a woman. She’s— well, for one, she’s far older than you. She found her womanhood the way you found your manhood, but she’s been doing it since she was your age; where you still fumble as you settle into these shoes three sizes too big, she strides, takes womanhood in her two worn hands and crushes and stretches and folds it into pretty origami fish. The way she’s a woman almost makes you wish you were one still, just so you could partake in it with her. You were taught to be a woman who works in quiet, subtle ways, and she is brass and loud and large and absolutely, absurdly beautiful.

Your manhood is new, only three months old, and you have yet to truly look the part. You pass enough that on the street, more strangers call you he than don’t, you pass enough that they look and say I see what he’s trying, I’ll throw him a bone. You do not pass enough that you feel like the man you insist you are. You assert your identity as aggressively as you possibly could, say no, no you will not call me that, I am Devo, louder for every stain of doubt you can’t seem to scrub from your heart.

But — as far as you can tell, anyway — Amber doesn’t care. She looks at you and takes you at face value, and you are so so grateful she does; you can’t bear the thought of what’s lurking in the depths.

You’ve only been working together for a month or so when you slip and fall into ether-water. And, because no one ever planned on you getting this far, you cannot swim, and your head goes under and you sink like a rock and know for a fact you’re going to die.

Then she saves you.

One moment you’re flailing, and the next, Amber has your arm in hers and is pulling you back to the surface, holding you tight. You cling to her, gasping for air, and she swims you to safety, like it’s nothing, like your weight isn’t even a burden, and that’s when you fall in love, just a bit.

It’s only a week or so later when she invites you into her room. And she tells you, that first time, that men aren’t often her thing (“not never, guppy, I ain’t saying you’re some special exception”), and she flips the “no boys allowed” sign over for the night, and that feels… strange. You want to be a man, you do, and the fact she thinks you’re close enough to count makes you elated. But.

You remember watching the parishioners, as a child who wasn’t allowed to talk to them aside from a greeting or two. There was one, a girl a year or two your senior, who you used to think would be your best friend if you were allowed. If you were allowed, you would’ve hung out with her every day and laid around exchanging secrets. She was pretty and seemed to have so many friends among the congregation. Sometimes they would hold hands or whisper in each other’s ears. It made you tear up with white-hot jealousy.

Before you were a man, you were a teenage girl, and you watched the girls you’d liked as a child slowly stop coming to meetings, one by one, and you wished you could do the same. When you were sixteen, you received a tonewheel for your birthday, and a few weeks later, you stumbled upon broadcasts by a man called Brother Seldom. Before you were a man, you heard the word “gay” on those broadcasts and everything slid into place.

You used to want, more than anything in the world, to be a woman in love with a woman. In some ways, you still do. And now you want to be a man, and you wonder if you missed your chance. You’re close to being a man, but at what cost?

But you don’t have to think about that too much with Amber. Amber, who is beautiful and funny and impossible to read. Amber, who you grew enamored with the moment you saw her. Amber, who never makes your gender an issue after that first time, Amber who touches you so expertly and seems so satisfied with your reactions.

Amber, who refuses to talk about feelings of any sort. Amber, who shuts you down and changes the topic when you bring up your past. Amber, who tells you off for prying if you ask about hers.

You are a man, at least you think. Amber makes you wonder. Amber makes you want to dress up as her, even if you look ridiculous in tank tops and work boots. She’d laugh at you if you did, say you’re a fancy churchgoer who’s never worked a day in his life. And she wouldn’t be wrong.

You don’t know what kind of man you are, but if you were a woman, you'd want it to be her kind. You wish you’d had a chance to give it a shot before committing to manhood so hard. You wonder if it’s not too late. You don’t regret killing the girl you were. You grieve for the woman you could’ve been.

Maybe it’s just that it would be easier. Maybe it would be easier to love Amber as a woman.

She keeps you at arm’s length, and you don’t mind, except maybe you do. You didn’t expect more, you didn’t even expect this. Maybe you’d like more, though.

If you were a woman, would she want you?

If you were a woman, would it be like the stories she tells when she’s had a few drinks, the ones about exes she won’t name? The way she speaks is vulgar, often, and fond, sometimes, and regretful, most rarely of all. When this ends — and it will, you know that, as harrowing a thought as it is — will she ever speak of you that way? Have you earned her fondness yet?

If you were a woman, you know you’d want to claw off your skin. Maybe not a woman then. Something else, though, something that’s not man. Some part of you wants it terribly. You can’t tell if it’s always been there, smothered, or if it’s wishful thinking. You can’t tell if it matters.

Once, months after she saves you, you save her. You don’t think about it — Amber takes a hit and gets knocked out and begins to sink, and you fight out of Zoox’s grasp to rescue her. By now, you’ve learned to swim, but you’ve never swam like this before, like something has taken you over.

She’s slipping away from you, just out of your grasp. You reach, strain as hard as you can. All you can think is that you can’t lose her. You can’t. It hits you, then, that she and Zoox are your first friends. Ever. In your whole life. You knew that, but now you feel it in your bones.

You aren’t able to grab her, despite everything in you. But your fingers brush hers, just barely, just enough, and you’re screaming a healing spell with the last of your air.

Salt water fills your lungs and you struggle to stay afloat, but she stirs. Even as you start to panic, relief and warmth bloom in your chest.

That’s when you know you’re in deep.

You tell her as much, later. You tell her and Zoox they matter to you, in a way you don’t quite understand. You tell them this is a lot, a lot more than you expected. You tell them to please not die. Zoox doesn’t get it, but he nods along. Amber explains your fears away. You wish she wouldn’t, but by now, you didn’t expect much else.

When you’re in her bed that night, you try and silently repeat yourself, in a way she can’t argue against, hope the way you hold her communicates everything in your heart. She chuckles and says “did I scare ya today, guppy?”

“Yes,” you answer. “You scared me very much.”

“Ehhh,” she waves it off. “You’ll get used to it. I’m fine.”

You don’t mention how you can feel the trembling of her hands against your body.

You still want to be a man more than anything. You fought so hard, clawed your way here tooth and nail. You refuse to give it up, not after this long. Not after coming this far. Not even for Amber.

When you decide that, it’s like you’re sacrificing some part of you. Maybe that’s what you’ve been grieving for all along. Something’s being killed either way.

You are a man, and you love a woman, and it’s exhilarating, and empowering, and, most of all, so, so excruciating.

I’m like. Half an hour from finishing the Devo gender fic hold on 🫡🫡

#my fics #? was that my tag #edit yes it was!#amvo #taz #icarus is talking

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trulylino · 3 years ago

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=> The One Who... - SKZ

Pairing: stray kids x gn!reader

Genre: mostly fluff and a hint of suggestive in lee know's but it's only if you squint

Summary: boyfriend trope post inspired by the tiktok trend where you describe them as lovers

Warnings: slight suggestive for lee know, mentions of death, kissing, food

A/N: I kept adding things to this every time I thought I was done I would be like WAIT lemme add that to the Changbin one or smth like that like this happened for like half an hour

Masterlist

Chan - the one you're going to marry

Ever since you met Chan there was just something about him which made you know instantly you were going to grow old with him. He knows how to make you laugh and how to comfort you when you cry. After a bad day he'll run you a bath and you'll find a basket of your favourite scented bath bombs and a mug of tea or hot chocolate on the side. When you get out the bath, fingers all pruney from the water you find that he's cooked dinner and changed the bed sheets so they're crisp and fresh and all you can do is crawl into his arms. Then you just know that you're going to marry him. He's the one. You're sure he's the one when you're an hour into a late night drive with him and he pulls over so he can rest his head in your lap. He doesn't need to tell you that he's in love with you because his eyes say a thousand words with how hopelessly and intently he's looking at you.

Minho - the one who knows you're his

He's really subtly flirty. Like you'll just be out with friends and he'll grab your hand and make you blush. Then he's all possessive too like 'these are my hands now'. He doesn't give you a second to get your thoughts straight it's just completely 100% him when he wants it to be like that. He can do a complete 180 with his personality too like one moment he's calling you Jagi in a sweet voice the next he's telling you to be good and he'll be nice to you when you get home. Your mind just cannot comprehend him. He's still secretly the cutest person ever though and loves taking you on little cafe dates where you'll be practically cuddling with your chairs so close together you may as well be sharing one. He'll pick up your hand from where it dangles at the side of your torso and place it on the table just so he can play with your fingers, weaving them with his and letting the pads of them brush over his own palms until you're whining and telling him to stop because it tickles.

Changbin - the one who makes you a better person

If there's one thing Changbin wants for you is for you to be the best version of you. He wants you to be healthy and he wants you to be happy. He'll remind you to eat if you've been distracted all day and when you're stressed he's there to help you relax with a face mask and a hair band. He likes going on dates with you to treat you, even if it's just going to the park for a picnic or the beach so the two of you can breathe the fresh sea air and jump over waves together like you're still five. He makes you feel like a kid again and you think that that's maybe what's so freeing about being with him. When you need to escape he'll be there for you. For your birthday every year he always, no matter what gives you photos of his favourite memories with you from the past year, each with little handwritten notes on the back with the dates and with little reminders about why they mean so much to him. Whenever you miss him or you're feeling sad you can get them out and just remember how loved you are.

Hyunjin - the one who would die for you

You cannot convince me that he wouldn't give the world for you. If you were in some dystopia YA book and he had to choose between saving the world and saving you he would choose you every single time. He is scared of how much he loves you but isn't afraid to let you know that. He needs you to know that he loves you more than anything else in the world and will take you out to do anything you want. You want him to buy you flowers? He has your favourites in a bouquet by the time you're back home. He likes visiting the aquarium with you too. It feels comforting just sitting hand in hand on a bench watching the fish so carefree and when you find the area where you can touch the starfish he can't help but splash you with water, forcing him to have to spoil you and treat you to a whole new outfit since yours is now wet. He draws you too. He brings his little sketchbook everywhere so when you're pouting at the fact that your latte art got ruined when you accidentally dipped your nose in it its cemented in history forever by his pencil.

Jisung - the one that knows you better than you know yourself

When you've known someone for as long as you've known Han it's not often you find out something that shocks you. He was your best friend before he was your boyfriend and it adds another level to your bond. He's still the same person you knew when you were fourteen except now you kiss and hold hands and cuddle. He never saw any of your flaws and when you would talk about all your failed relationships in the past it would feel like a dagger in his heart, twisting slowly, excruciatingly until he couldn't take it anymore and kissed you himself. So when you need a best friend, he's there and when you need a boyfriend you know that he's first in line. You can rant to him about the smallest thing and know that he's listening to you, know that he cares about you have to say and the same goes for the other way. It's because you've always wanted to know Jisung better than he does and you're sure that he knows you better than you know you.

Felix - the one who's never letting you go

He sometimes feels physically ill when he's away from you for too long. Like his energy drains and he gets a headache and as soon as your around it fades and he's all smiley and bubbly again. Sometimes when you get back from class or work and he's in this state all that you can do is just snuggle up under the blanket with him and stroke his hair and massage his shoulders through his shirt for him. He'll just relax into your touch and half way through your second movie you'll find he's completely asleep in your arms, grabbing you like a koala, forcing you to go to sleep as well since there's no way you're freeing yourself from his grasp. Not that you would want to move away from him anyway, he feels like home.

Seungmin - the one who hides you from the world

He gives a secret romance vibe. He reminds me of that Taylor Swift lyric like 'You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath'. It's always stolen kisses when you sneak away from the rest of your friends at a festival and counting the number of people in front of you so you happen to be paired together to go on the ferris wheel alone. Like he loves you so much but he's scared to tell other people that because he thinks it makes him vulnerable. He's told his family and a couple close friends but that's maybe it at least until you've been dating for about a year. It does lead to really aesthetically pleasing midnight walks together under the stars where you end up in a random field or park somewhere talking until you can see the sun start to come up on the horizon and you have to rush home. At some point he breaks down and tells you he can't keep it a secret anymore because all he wants to do is shout from the rooftops with a megaphone that he's yours.

Jeongin - the one that's crazy about you

There isn't a moment where isn't thinking about you. He texts you at 3am because he can't sleep and he misses you. He walks to where ever you are if you're about to go home because he doesn't want you to be by yourself and he knows you'll feel safer if he's there. He'll hold your hand as you walk together back to your place and he'll ask you about your day and what you got up to. You'll tell him and when you ask him in return he'll reply with some corny line about how all he did was miss you. The only thing is he's not joking because you literally consume his every waking thought. And sleeping thought, but that's not the point. It's not his fault you haunt his dreams with your pretty face that he just wants to grab and stroke your cheek until his skin wears away from friction.

Taglist: @dreamescapeswriting @sparkyprotectionsquad @bang-me-chan

#stray kids x reader #lee know x reader #chan x reader #hyunjin x reader #felix x reader #jisung x reader #jeongin x reader #changbin x reader #seungmin x reader #han x reader #i.n x reader #skz x reader #skz fluff #kpop #minho x reader #idk what else to tag

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margowritesthings · 2 years ago

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Mr. and Mrs. Macintosh

pairing: Dutch Van Der Linde x reader

word count: 778 words

warnings: n/a

a/n: y'all can blame @cowboydisaster for this one. that is all.

tagging: @cowboydisaster @cassidylynnj

piece no. 2 of margo's christmas spectacular

Under the moonlight and the lights wrapped around the Bastille saloon, your wedding ring is practically glowing around your finger. Or maybe you’re just that damn happy that it’s bleeding into your senses, sending the world rose-tinted and magical. Either way, you don’t care. Why would you? You’re Mrs Van Der Linde. You could watch a pig take off in flight, watch Uncle get off his ass and actually do something for once and it wouldn’t phase you in the slightest. Well, the Uncle thing might, but you’re only human.

Dutch dismounts The Count first, holding out his hands for you. You attempt to slide down onto your feet, but he somehow manages to scoop you into his arms bridal-style. A giggle bubbles up your windpipe, escaping you and floating to your husband’s ears.

The hustle and bustle of San Denis dissipates around you both until it is just the two of you, sharing the first moment between you as a husband and wife.

“Why, my dear, you have made me the luckiest man alive.” There’s a glint in his eye you’re not sure you’ve seen before and it shatters all over you, sending shivers over each and every inch of your being. He is a smitten man, anybody could see it, and he was smitten for you. The great Dutch Van Der Linde, absolutely completely and utterly devoted to his wife.

“And you I, Mr. Van Der Linde.” You respond, lowering your voice at the mention of his last name so that only he could hear it. He grins at you, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before setting you down firmly on the ground. You walk around to the mounting post, nimble fingers tying The Count’s reins around the splintered wood securely whilst Dutch retrieves your bag.

The string lights reflect in Dutch’s silver rings, one of them being his own wedding band, when he extends his hand back out to you, chivalrously leading you into the saloon. There’s much less fresh air to absorb the party noises in here and the heat and volume hit you quickly. Dutch makes the bar his heading and you stick close by, squeezing his hand every so often just to feel the press of your wedding ring against the skin of your finger. Patrons inevitably brush past you, the saloon being as busy as it is, but you don’t really care. By Dutch’s side, you could face down the world. What’s a few drunkards?

Besides, Dutch is walking with such a purpose, a power, that he’s almost parting the seas as he goes. Everybody in that bar knows you’re his, if not by the wedding dress on your back then definitely by the way he’s looking at you whenever he glances back to make sure you’re okay. It makes you feel hot under his stare, possessed. It’s… way more than you know what to do with in a room full of San Denis’ finest townsfolk. Luckily, it isn’t long before you’re at the bar, Dutch’s theatrical formalities forcing you to hold back a grin.

“Hello there, sir! I do believe there is a room reserved for me and my lovely wife here.”

It’s impossible to tell how the bartender responds, as all you can hear is Dutch’s voice echoing around your mind.

My lovely wife. My lovely wife.

“-will just need your names here.” The young man with the towel over his shoulder and way too much pomade in his hair pulls the tip off his pen and opens the registry. Your hand squeezes Dutch’s once more as the realisation that you’re about to hear Mrs Van Der Linde out loud for the very first time.

Heart fluttering, you gaze up at Dutch, who grins suavely, proudly announcing “Mr. Hoagy Macintosh. And my wife…” He gestures to you expectantly, and you see the twitch tugging his grin into a smirk. He’s challenging you, knowing full well you cannot say or hear his alias without breaking into the most awful snorting laughter. He’s challenging you, because how the hell could you top Hoagy Macintosh?

“Millicent. Millicent Macintosh. We’re just married.” Your accent has more of a drawl in it as you flutter your eyelashes demurely, placing your free hand right on Dutch’s chest, the picturesque Macintosh family.

You expect the questioning eyebrow raise from the bartender, it is inevitable. What you don’t expect is the stifled snort coming from right beside you. Dutch loses it and he has to cover his broken facade with a cough. And you know you’ve won this one.

And you can’t wait for the next one.

Because you’re Mrs. Macintosh, the happiest woman alive.

#dutch van der linde #dutch Van Der Linde x reader #dutch van Der Linde fanfiction #red dead #red dead redeption 2 #rdr2 #dutch Van Der Linde x you #dutch Van Der Linde x r/n #dutch van der linde drabble #dutch van der linde fanfiction #dutch van der linde fanfic #dutch van der linde fluff

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Alex Blake NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Quite literally the softest of the soft. She is pure soft mommy vibes always, so you just *know* her aftercare is *on point*. It’s the tender cuddles while you catch your breath, the little kisses pressed to your skin, the top of you head while her hands ghost over your body. There’s going to be little massages, working out stiff joints especially if you were tied up. She’ll only leave you to grab some water, a Gatorade and a little snack, making sure that you have a little bit of both before she lets you go to sleep, and if you’re up for it she’s going to run you a nice warm bath full of bubbles, oils and the bathroom illuminated with candles while the two of you soak.

B = Body part (your favourite body part of theirs and theirs of yours)

You’ve got a soft spot for Alex’s hands, partially for obvious reasons and also because she talks with them a lot, enunciating her words and thoughts with a little bit of flair also partial to her jawline, leaving little kisses on it while you’re snuggled up. She loves your neck, especially when you tug your hair up leaving it bare for her to tickle or press kisses onto, knowing it’s going to make you shiver.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically).

She loves the noises you make when you come, and while she does enjoy the very occasional breeding to mark you as hers she’s not super into the whole mess thing. She’d prefer to keep things a little more clean in the bedroom, so it’s not her first go to. She does absolutely adore the moments when she’s finished fingering you and you’ll grab her wrist to suck her fingers clean, praising you as you do so.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She does love being called Mommy, but it’s not something that comes out until she fully trusts her partner, and it’s never part of daily life or ever used outside of the bedroom.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Thanks to the whole previous marriage thing she’s not super experienced when it comes to women, but she is a very quick learner. Part of her being a profiler means she pays attention to physical cues, she’s able to read you quite quickly, including in the bedroom. So it doesn’t take long for her to be able to know exactly what it is that makes you come undone.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

She’s pretty basic, she likes to have you on your back, it’s the best way for her to watch you, the way your body starts to tremble while her fingers torment you. It gives her a lot of opportunity, she can be sitting between your legs, she can cage you into the bed her body hot against yours, she can pull a leg or two of yours up while she starts to thrust into you. Despite it being basic she still has a lot of variety she can play with.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s more on the serious side but she’s not afraid to laugh if something humorous happens. There’s also the little dark chuckles she’ll let out when you’re in need of a soft punishment, similar to the ones when she asks you to be her good girl and you’re turning into a whining mess.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Alex Blake is without a doubt one of the most romantic bitches out there and you *cannot* tell me otherwise! She doesn’t take on a lot of partners post divorce, she’s not someone who sleeps around, she would probably be totally fine being completely celibate if that’s the life she ended up having later on. So when she reaches the point of having an intimate relationship with someone, she truly and completely adores them and wants to shower them with love, tenderness, affection and the like. So I tell you, this bitch will take you out for the nicest dinner, whether out on the town or at one of your apartments. She’ll have candles and flowers and isn’t about to shy away from rose petals on the bed. While that mainly occurs for the first time she sleeps with you she still makes every time special and romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation head canon) It’s not that often, if at all. It’s much more when you’re out of town and sending her naughty, dirty texts, continuing with photos and videos and she’s more than well aware that you’re not going to be home anytime soon so she’ll indulge.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She’s *all* about the praise. It obviously is more given than received, she doesn’t need to hear the words from you, the noises that you make are more than enough for her to grin wickedly, knowing she’s making you see fucking stars.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

It’s never anything too wild. She enjoys the comfort and space of the bed, but definitely doesn’t mind her hands wandering while you’re cuddled up on the couch, and she’s not going to say no to pinning you against the kitchen island while her fingers end up inside you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I think it’s more of when she hasn’t seen you in a long time, she misses you, craves your touch, the feel of her body against yours, the way you feel in her hands. Or if she’s had a bad/long day/rough case. She’ll likely come home, shower the metaphorical grime off her and instantly find her way into your arms, it can be for a very long cuddle session on the couch while old movies play and you barely speak. Or it starts out soft and ends with exploring each other’s bodies for hours on end.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything heavy BDSM. There’s no spitting, snowballing, slapping or even spanking sessions in the Blake household. If she is going to dom, she’s going to very soft dom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) She enjoys both equally. I think she prefers to use her hands or strap on you though, she likes to be able to see your body/face clearly and when she’s going down on you her whole face is buried between your legs. She always takes her time, getting you absolutely blissed out and soaking before she even starts to think about making you come.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Every session with Alex is extremely intimate and sensual, they aren’t necessarily slow though, and she’ll usually only get rough if you ask her to. She’s much more likely to use soft silk scarves to tie your wrists and gently praise you through a night of edging until you’re so overstimulated you’re begging her to stop.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Those only happen when she knows she’s only home for a tiny bit. Like, it was supposed to be enough time to shower, nap and change out her go bag but you hadn’t seen each other in so long there was no way to keep your hands off each other.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’s not one to experiment too much. Like, out of all our girlies, Blake is relatively vanilla. Sex with her is about sharing an intimate, passionate and emotional experience. She’ll dip a toe into the kink pool to see what she might like if there’s something that you’ve asked her about/for though.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Not as long as she used to be able to, but it’s not just one round after another. It could start with a cuddle session that leads to wandering hands, then there’s more cuddling, soft conversation and some tender kisses before things start up again and again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes. She’s gonna have a couple of basic ones, a dildo/strap that she mainly uses on you, and some variety of vibrator that she’ll use on herself or on you depending on the situation. She’s more hands on though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Just the *perfect* amount. It’s teasing jabs alongside a smirk, a glimmer in her eye while she says something in front of everyone else. Little things that she knows will rile you up/ache for her until she can get you home and in private.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very loud. It’s more breathy, little gasps and light moans and lots of praise while you bring her to her peak. There’s a little bit more while she’s fucking you, the “that’s it, that’s my sweet girl” “doing so good for mommy my love, let go for me” “you taste so good sweetheart you know that?”

W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)

One of her favourite things is doing the Sunday paper crossword, glasses perched on her nose while she works through it. But she’ll only do it as long as you’re wrapped around her waist, face nestled in her chest, either still snoozing or watching mindless television. She adores lazy Sundays with you, they’re her favourite.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s gorgeous Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not super high, as we discussed already. She’s more about the cuddling and domestic intimacy, but she’s always ready if you are, making sure that you’re taken care of and satisfied.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not super quick. Her job takes a toll and her brain is so big I feel like it takes a while for it to shut off, no matter how hard she tries. Plus post sex she’s all about the aftercare and wants to make sure that you know you’re taken care of and loved and adored so she’ll always wait til you fall asleep first.

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Fever in my Eyes

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

Words: 8.5K (yeesh)

Warnings: Smut and Angst, my two faves. Blindfold. Breeding Kink!!! Things are consensual from both sides but since this is a sex pollen fic, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

Summary: Felucia was not an ideal planet to track a quarry on and you find yourself in a sticky situation when you lose sight of the Mandalorian for a moment. An unexpected standoff between Mando and the bounty leads to you escaping back to the Razor Crest, unaware of the pollen which seeped into your nostrils and past your skin. What will the bounty hunter do once he realizes what you’re asking of him? And more importantly, is it worth risking whatever relationship he has with you?

A/N: As always, I am shit with summaries. It’s a sex pollen fic yall. I apologize if my smut isn’t as good as it used to be, I am trying. Also, please please please let me know how I did in the comments. This is only my second ever Star Wars fic and I was very reluctant to post it but Pedro Pascal made me do it because I cannot stop thinking of the man so here it is. Seriously, tell me how I did and what I can do to better my writing. There will be more Din Djarin fics to come :) Enjoy. And this is not beta’d!

This was not an ideal situation, but it never was. At least not ever since you took the ‘glorified babysitter’ position offered so graciously to you months ago. A short snort made its way past your lips as you walked through the greenery and recalled how you came into caring for the child currently biting and playing with your necklace. You looked down and smiled at him, not bothering to stop him from chewing down on the colorful jewels because you knew for a fact that if Mando heard you criticizing him over something so trivial, he might scold him and make him pout. Maker, the little womp rat made it so hard to be angry with him, let alone attempt to teach him some proper manners.

So busy playing with the Child, you didn’t notice when the bounty hunter suddenly came to a halt ahead of you. You walked right into his back and stumbled backwards, apologizing immediately when he turned around and tilted his visor to the side. You’ve grown to learn what each tild meant and at the moment, he was definitely a tad bit annoyed with you.

“S-sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Smiling awkwardly at the man in front of you, you waited until he turned around before narrowing your eyes at the kid currently giggling at your mistake. It was amazing how often he did that, almost as if he knew he was purposely getting you in trouble for his own entertainment.

“So you never actually told me why this bounty was so important,” your eyes searched your surroundings and marveled at the lush reaching all the way to the top of the strange trees, barely noticing the way the Mandalorian’s shoulders tensed before continuing to walk towards the edge of the forest. If there even was an edge to this jungle. Maker, this was such a weird planet, it smelled weird, it was too hot and too wet, and you sensed there was something strange with all the exotic plants beneath your feet.

When he didn’t respond, you slowly put the Child down and reached inside your satchel for a drink. As soon as the kid noticed the satchel, he waddled back to you and pulled on your cloak until you brought out his favorite blue biscuits.

“All I’m saying is, this bounty is weird. Who hides all the way out here anyways? I mean I have never heard of this place-”

“You’ve said that about the last four quarries.” You didn’t expect him to respond and eyed him cautiously, looking between him and the kid who continued to eat his snacks and understood absolutely nothing of what you were saying. A shiver ran down your spine when you noticed the way he put the tracking fob back in his pocket before slowly reaching for the blaster pistol. Reflexes instantly kicking in, you hurried to the Child and snatched him off the ground, shushing his little coos and preparing for the worst case scenario which was always, somehow, what transpired.

Silence filled the humid air and you tried to read the bounty hunter’s body language, knowing very well he was not one to say anything unless it was perhaps a little too late for you. His visor dragged through the dried prints on the grass and before you knew it, he was taking off towards the edge of the purple and pink plants. As you followed him, you felt your throat dry much quicker than usual. Thinking it was just the extreme weather of Felucia, you decided it was best to slow down and wait until the Mandalorian caught the bounty before following his path. He’d even told you once to not follow him if you ever saw him running off because that usually meant he was close to the quarry and wouldn’t need your aid. It was a little insulting in the beginning but you were caught during a shoot-out one too many times and understood he was only trying to look out for you and the kid.

But not even a full minute passed before you heard a sudden blast sound off from the trees above you and before you could figure out what was happening, a heavy weight landed on top of you, and you watched in horror as the kid flew out of your hand into a nearby puddle.

Trying your hardest to grab the blaster on your hip, you cried out in pain when you felt talons digging into your arms and twist them back. You didn’t know what else to do, eyes scanning the trees in hopes of finding the Mandalorian rushing towards you. But when you realized he was nowhere around, you looked at the kid and prayed he was alright. When you saw his large eyes blinking a few times before struggling to sit up, you knew there was only one outcome.

“Make a sound, and I will feast on your organs.” The stench of the creature filled your nostrils and you sobbed quietly at the implications behind his words. Taking one last look at the kid, you took a deep breath and pushed off the ground as hard as you can.

“MANDO!” As soon as you screamed his name, you felt three talons break the skin of your shoulder blades and drag all the way down to your lower back. You felt hot tears roll down your cheeks and hated how distressed the Child looked. Almost on queue, he was standing up and trying to waddle your way, refusing to listen to your little objections as you tried to tell him to run the opposite direction.

Before you could dwell on the many different ways you were about to die, you heard a large blast sound through the forest, throwing the creature off of you against one of the trees with a loud cracking noise. You looked up just in time to see the familiar glint of beskar coming closer through the greenery and as you tried to stand up, you felt the same weight behind you again, twisting the talons into your hair and pulling you to your feet.

You swallowed the lump in your throat when you felt the edge of the hunting knife against your throat. Eyes unable to focus on the figures in front of you, you blinked a few times and realized there were too many sensations hitting you. But the one seemingly outdoing all the others was the growing wet patch on your back and you soon felt sharp pain growing against your skin where the strange liquid rolled down your skin. You weren’t sure if it was blood or if it was drool from the thing behind you and a part of you didn’t care because what difference would it make.

“Should have known you were the only crazy one to come here...come after me.” A slithering whisper made its way past your ears and your knees buckled as you started to feel faint. But then the creature held you up roughly and pressed the knife harder against your throat, warning you against falling to the ground.

“Your problem is with me T'doshok. Let her go.” You vaguely saw the Child walk towards his father, relief washing over you when you knew he was safe once more. At some point, you’ve come to care more for him than for yourself and you were never sure if it was because he was so precious or because of how important he was to the Mandalorian.

“Aren’t we past formalities Mando? At least do me the honor of saying my name...old friend.”

Your gaze immediately shifted from the kid to the beskar-clad man standing in front of him. So they knew each other? Why didn’t he tell you? Did he still not trust you to know such matters until now?

“ Ni Kelir kyr'amur gar meh gar vaabir not ba'slanar kaysh.” You heard the Mandalorian growl through the visor and even though you didn’t understand what he said, you knew it was anything but friendly. Wait, that meant the T'doshok behind you understood Manod’a.

A sob escaped your throat when you felt the bounty laugh behind you at the warning.

“You can’t possibly mean that Mando.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was a hint of surprise etched in the voice growling in your ear.

“Ni vaabir not baatir te waadas...believe me.” The conscious part of your brain wondered why he continued to speak in Mando’a. He knew you didn’t understand much of it…

The silence was almost deafening and you weren’t sure what was happening until your boss stepped forward and tilted his helmet to the side,

“Gedet'ye.” The modulated voice sounded strange to your ears. He was only ever this softly-spoken with the Child.

“Well, this is unexpected. In that case-” You didn’t have time to react, watching as the world twirled around you before you fell among the purple and pink flowers you were so impressed by earlier. A strange scent hit your nostrils but you couldn’t dwell on it for more than a few seconds. Willing yourself to stand up, you pushed off the ground as soon as you saw the kid waddling towards you. As soon as he tried to walk behind you, you knew what he was trying to do and picked him up before he could do anything.

“No little guy...you- I can’t...I need to make sure you’re okay.” You could faintly hear the sound of blasters going off for a few moments and by the time you managed to take the gun out of your holster, you saw the Mandalorian standing above an unconscious reptilian creature. So that’s what a T'doshok is…

Slowly making your way towards them, you blinked away the tears and wiped your eyes to try and clear your sight.

“Ad'ika, are you alright?” You shivered at the tone Mando was using with you. Dank Ferrik, you must have hit your head pretty hard if you thought the Mandalorian was worried about anyone but the green little thing in your arms.

“I- yes. I’ll be f-fine. Just-” You hadn’t meant to react the way you have but as soon as you felt his gloved hand touch your neck, you jerked away from him and held out your hand to stop him from coming any closer to you. Mando was shocked at your reaction and was glad to have something to hide behind. A few seconds passed in silence and you were still staring at him with wide open eyes and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were afraid of him. It occurred to him that it wasn’t shock that beat at his heart but a deep and twisting sense of hurt. And when he scanned your body language, he could tell you were trembling in front of him and the last thing he wanted to do was to give you another reason to fear him.

“Can you walk back to the-”

“Yes. I’ll- fu...I’ll take the kid.” Before he could say anything else, you were clutching the Child closer to your chest and walking back to the Razor Crest. You searched your mind to try and understand why you reacted the way you have to his touch but couldn’t find anything to explain the sharp pain striking through your insides. It was too much too quickly. Even though it wasn’t his skin, you felt neurons firing simultaneously as soon as he trailed his fingers down your neck. You hoped to the gods he wasn’t offended by your reaction because the last thing you needed was to drive him further away from you.

Barely making it back to the ship, you managed to go up the ladder and put the Child back in his crib in the cockpit before shutting it and locking the door behind you. Scrambling inside your mind for a moment, you turned to the ramp and walked towards the hatch before pushing in the code until it sealed shut.

In an instant, everything touching your skin was too rough and incredibly heavy. Before you could think twice about it, you were violently stripping out of your clothes, throwing them to the ground on your way to the refresher. As soon as you walked into the small room, you turned on the cold water and sighed heavily as it beat down on your heated skin.

“Not enough…” Crying to the empty room, you made sure the hot water wasn’t on before leaning back against the cool tiles of the walls. But no sooner than that were you hissing and pushing off of the wall. You completely forgot about the open gashes on your back and the shooting pain was almost instantaneous when you remembered just how large the wound was.

As you dwelled on the last hour or so, you felt your legs give out on you and before you knew it, you were sliding down to the floor. Eyes shutting slowly, you fell to the side and let the cold water run down your form. And as hard as you tried to stay awake, you couldn’t help your mind’s request as it begged to rest. You let sleep wash over you, the last sound ringing in your ear was Mando’s worried voice asking if you were okay.

Back outside, the bounty hunter was fuming with anger, not caring about how oddly violent he became with the quarry. He was never one to beat an unconscious being but something took over him when he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. As he pushed his way through the forest, he thought back to the way you looked up at him with those innocent eyes. And he hated himself for the way his body reacted to your fragile body.

“Ni’duraa.” He whispered to himself when he saw the Crest come into view, continuing to pull the T'doshok until he walked up the ramp and onto the ship. It was awfully quiet but he decided to freeze the reptile before he walked around to look for you. Minutes later, he was ascending the ladder to the cockpit, unlocking it and reaching for the crib on his pilot chair. When he opened it and saw the kid cooing in his sleep, he shut it once more and left to look for you. It was strange how he couldn’t hear a single sound. You were normally talkative after a mission, and as he placed his weapons back on the wall, he noticed your clothes lying haphazardly on the ground. Mando sighed heavily as he picked them up, flushing violently when he saw the last two items leading into the refresher. Strange, you were never one to throw things around.

Not wanting to bother you anymore, he placed the clothes on your cot and ascended to the cockpit once more, wanting to leave Felucia as quickly as possible because he knew how the locals became when uninvited guests stayed for too long. As they left the sector, the Mandalorian couldn’t help but question why you were still in the refresher. You’d arrived long before him and it took him a while to navigate through the jungle because of how heavy the bounty was.

Putting the ship on auto-pilot, he made his way to the refresher but not before noticing a strange scent fill his nostrils. Looking down at his hands, he noticed a bright purple powder covering his gloves and as soon as he brought his hands up to the edge of the visor, he was hit with many different sensations, all of which he could distinctively place back to you. Your honey-scented soap, the orange tea he saw you constantly drinking, the smell of your sweat on a particularly hot day when you tried to fix the ship...

“Fuck…” He swore before wiping his gloves against his cloak and approached the refresher.

Knocking on the door, he waited a few moments for a response and breathed impatiently when you didn’t bother to say anything.

“Open up, Cyar'ika.” He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly using such endearing words to call for you and when he was met with more silence, he groaned in annoyance before warning you. “If you don’t open the door now, I will break it.” Normally, you would have clapped back with a snarky comment that would get his blood boiling but he knew something was wrong when you remained quiet. Throwing propriety out the window, he kicked the door open and walked in, eyes searching the small room until they fell on your unconscious form under the water.

“Maker,” kneeling to the ground, his heart clenched when he saw a viscous, black liquid oozing out of the gash on your back. How did he not notice this when you left? Quickly reaching for the left knob, he swore when he noticed the hot water wasn’t even on and almost broke the other one as he tried to switch it off. Why would you take such a cold shower when you weren’t even on a desert planet? Wiping your hair away from your face, the Mandalorian tried to wake you and began to feel anxiety seep into his clothes along with the water cascading down your body when he realized this was much worse than he thought. He took off his gloves and pushed you onto your back, trying his hardest to avert his gaze from your naked skin as he bent down and carried you out of the refresher.

Opening his quarters, he laid you on his covers before grabbing the anesthetic above him and turning you on your stomach to care for the wounds. As he sprayed your back, he noticed the way you groaned in your sleep and forced himself to attend to the task at hand. He hoped to the gods there wasn’t any poison in the wound before he grabbed the bacta spray and slowly made his way down the skin of your back. He sighed in relief when he noticed your skin slowly shifting and sealing itself, trying to calm his increasing heart rate when he remembered just how fragile and naked you were beneath him. Some sick part of him was attracted to you even in such a state and he wished more than anything for you to be awake and willing to-

This is not how he pictured seeing you for the first time.

When you started shifting beneath him, he kneeled away from you and covered your legs, continuing to care for the wound on your lower back until it started to close as well. By the time he put all the medication back in its place, you were turning around and moaning in discomfort and Mando realized it was because you were probably still freezing from the cold water. Taking off his cloak, he barely draped it on your sleeping form when you pushed it off and turned on your back. He felt the fabric of his pants tighten around his crotch and looked away from you.

“Please...too- too much. I can’t-” He couldn’t understand what you were trying to say and moved to place the cloak on you again, head instantly turning to your face when you smacked the offensive object away from him and began to trail your fingers down your skin. He hadn’t meant to and before he could stop himself, he was watching as your fingers made their way down to your hips before dipping into the space between your thighs.

Maker be damned, how were you so glistening and flushed?

“M-Mando?” His eyes snapped to your face and watched as you spread your legs until he positioned between them. “Mando I need...you. I need you please, this is- it hurts. I can’t...it hurts so much. Please h-help me.” Your voice was filled with dangerous requests, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants when he saw the way you reached for his thighs and dragged your nails down to his knees.

“Cyare, you don’t know what you’re asking.” He forced himself to keep his gaze on your face and nowhere else. But with every passing moment, the need to look at where he’d dreamt of feasting on for so many nights outgrew his respect for you.

“Mando...I want you, n-need you...please, I promise I’ll be good. So so good for you, just- oh maker I-”

The small part of his brain that wasn’t ruled by his pulsing cock finally figured out what was happening and he growled as he pushed off of you and out to your cot. Grabbing your shirt, he turned it around and saw the same purple powder that was on his gloves coloring the whole front of your cloak. He recalled back to what happened when he left you and remembered where the T'doshok pushed you before he attacked him.

Of course. The pollen from the spore plants.

Which meant that-

“Oh fuck.” The Mandalorian felt his insides churn when he realized what was taking place not ten feet away from him, and he felt his heart skip a beat when he knew what could potentially happen to you if your...needs weren't properly met. With reluctance, he made his way back to his sleeping cot and felt his chest tighten when he saw what you were doing.

You were on your side, fingers rubbing furiously at your soaking core and whimpering at the consistent and harsh touches passing through your nerves. But it wasn’t the mess you were making that caught his attention. No, it was the fact that you had his cowl twisted between your thighs and around your back. He watched in awe as you pushed your face into the rough material, taking in deep breaths to try and fill your nostrils with his scent. Taking one step closer to you, his eyes bore into your heated skin and he choked on air when he saw you lick at the hood of the cloak before taking your fingers out of your cunt and replacing them with his cowl. He couldn’t believe his eyes and the thought of wearing it around with your scent sticking to it broke him.

Mando looked around the ship for a few moments in an attempt to think of what he should do. Swallowing the dry lump in his throat, he approached your slowly and gasped when he met your eyes and saw the way you were looking at him.

“M-mando! Please...fuck me. I- I need you to...don’t c-care how. I promise I’ll do anything, wh-whatever you want...ple-please.” Chills ran down your spine when you forced yourself to throw the cowl away. Turning around, you laid on your stomach and took a deep breath before raising your lower half off of the covers. As you rested your head on your arm and bit into your wrist, you looked back to the beskar-clad man, silently pleading with him while swaying your ass in the air.

“Gota'la…” Before the Mandalorian could talk himself out of it, he was kicking his heavy shoes away and making his way closer to you. A part of him screamed that of the two of you, he was the one less affected by the pollen and was technically responsible for whatever transpired next. And he was close to asking you if you were sure you wanted to take this further if it weren’t for the way you reached beneath you and faintly trailed your fingers through your soaking slit.

“Ad'ika, gar cuyir mesh'la.” He was speaking to himself more than to you and smiled to himself when he noticed your cunt clenching around nothing as soon as his words filled the silence. “Sweet girl, you like it when I speak to you in Mando’a?” You shivered at his tone and found it difficult to respond to him, especially when you could tell he was definitely not looking at you but at the mess you were making on his bed. A loud cry rang through the small room when you felt his hand come down on your backside before squeezing the flushed skin.

“I asked you a question Cyar'ika.” His deep and modulated voice only made it worse and you found yourself nodding at him before whispering out a low ‘yes.’

“K'olar,” you squealed when you felt Mando twirl your around onto your back before pulling your naked body flush to his still-clothed one. You were about to beg him to just fuck you already when he shoved two of his fingers into your mouth to shush you. You moaned shamelessly around his fingers, whining even louder when you realized you were sucking on his calloused skin and not on the gloves he almost never took off unless he was alone.

“You’re going to come just like this sweet girl.” Mando manhandled you until you were straddling one of his thighs, growling impatiently when you tried to push yourself away from him. His arm tightened around your waist, pushing you down on the beskar cuisse until you finally understood what he wanted from you.

“C-cold…”

“Be a good girl and drench my armor little one. Let me walk around with the memory of your cunt dripping on me.” His words hit too close to your somewhat aware mind and you chose to dwell on their meaning later. Softly inching your hands onto his shoulders, you fisted your fingers into his shirt to support your weight before dragging yourself against the rugged and cool beskar in between your thighs. As you threw your head back and sighed in pleasure, Mando couldn’t help but squeeze the heated skin of your hip, knowing very well there would soon be fingerprint marks wherever he touched you.

“That’s it...could smell how much you want me Cyare. Can’t believe you’re in my arms...look at you, using my thighs to get off.” You barely managed to turn your attention to him, lips still enclosed around his fingers and biting down on them the more he shoved them in your mouth.

“Mando I- I need to-” Before you could finish your request, Mando was wrapping the other arm around hips and violently dragging you against his cuisse, looking down to watch as your juices dripped on his beskar armor.

“What a sight…” He groaned and turned his gaze towards you again just in time to watch you fall apart on him. He marveled at how quickly he brought you to pleasure and figured it must have been the pollen making you extra sensitive to his ministrations. Wanting to stretch out your pleasure for as long as possible, he threw you back onto his bed and pushed your thighs open, not giving you a chance to question him as he shoved two fingers into your cunt and massaged that spongy spot deep inside you. You arched your back and grasped at his arms, barely managing to look at the visor just as he increased pressure and fucked you with his fingers.

“M-MANdo oh g-gods-”

“Scream my name sweet girl, and only my name.” Had you actually listened to what he said, you would have sassed back at him and told him you didn’t actually know his name. But you couldn’t care less at the moment, digging your fingers into his forearms as you came around his thick fingers, repeatedly praying his “name” until you couldn’t remember anything else.

“Mesh'la...you’re so tight and warm for me...that’s it, squeeze my fingers like the good little girl you are.” Mando watched as you came around his fingers, his eyes not knowing where to look and wishing he could taste the sweat sticking on your neck as you whimpered beneath him.

He heard it before he felt it, moaning in blind lust as he took in the sight beneath him. Your legs shook violently as you, quite literally, drenched his thighs and blankets with your cum and Mando didn’t know if he wanted to lick you dry or stuff his nose into your pulsating cunt.

“Sweet fucking darling, look at the mess you’ve made,” you shivered when you felt his fingers leave your slit, blinking hazily and turning to look at where he was staring. When you saw what he was referring to, you quickly covered yourself and tried to move away from him, embarrassment washing over you when you saw the way he was so obviously staring at the wetness dripping down your. But Mando was much quicker than you, grabbing your thighs and pushing them wide open again before laying in between them and dragging his crotch across your sensitive clit.

“Never hide from me,” you nodded instantly and the Mandalorian would never admit feeling his chest fill with pride at the lust-filled fear he instilled into you with only a few words. Your chest heaved as you continued to look into the visor, almost whimpering when you were met with incredibly dazed eyes and messy hair staring right back at you. It was quiet for a few moments, the only proof that Mando was very much aware of your state being the hardness twitching against your sensitive cunt.

Mando wasn’t sure what to do with you. He wanted to simultaneously fuck you into the next system and lick every inch of you until you couldn’t take it anymore. “I can smell your cunt Ad'ika...can almost taste your neediness.”

“Ma-mando I- I want you to r-” You felt so naked beneath him, wishing he’d at least take off his clothes before this went any further. Not a single care was given to his helmet and it was out of the question to even attempt and ask him if he could take it off. You just wanted to feel his skin sliding against yours as he fucked you. Nothing else mattered. Just his scarred and sweaty muscles contracting and trailing over your own.

“What is it sweet girl?” His voice felt like a thousand needles piercing your soul and you didn’t realize where your hands were moving until you felt him roughly grab your wrists and slam them above your head. You could tell there was a shift in the air around you and ceased to breathe when you no longer heard his moans.

“This is the way.” Those four words hurt you more than they should have.

“I- I would never ask you to...I swear I just wanted- I wanted to touch you. Not take it off...please I-” Mando felt his heart shatter into a million pieces because somehow, even in your most inebriated state, you respected him. You put him before yourself. And he ceased to breathe when he sat up and watched as you grabbed at his arms and refused to let go.

“N-no don’t go...I need you- d-don’t leave me pl-” Your breathing was erratic and the Mandalorian feared you’d spiral into shock. Without thinking much of his next moves, he grabbed the nearest item of clothing and ripped a small piece of it, returning to rest between your knees and not giving you a choice as he wrapped the band around your eyes and tied it in the back. You trailed your fingers over the band and pulled away instantly when you felt his the hair on his wrist.

“I’m sorry…” Mando thought of your actions so far and knew in his heart that if there was ever another who’d look upon him, it would be you. Softly taking your hands in his, he pulled them towards his helmet and rested them at the side.

“T-take it off.”

“I can’t...Mando, you don’t have to- I swear I was only-” As hard as it was to say those words, you wanted him to know that he owed you nothing. And you hated how selfish you were being in that moment because the man was trying to tell you something and you were only worrying about yourself and how much your cunt ached for him. You were so close to pushing him on his back and taking your pleasure from him but something told you it would be worth the wait.

“Mesh'la, I want you to.” You always marveled at how much the Mandalorian could convey in only a few words and shouldn’t have been surprised when you felt just how much he was willing to put his trust in you. Not wanting to scare him, you slowly pulled on the visor until it was completely off, remaining motionless as he took it from your hands and placed it on the floor. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do with your hands so you kept them to the side, fisting your fingers into the blankets to prevent you from reaching out and touching his face.

Mando could tell you wanted to touch him. You even told him yourself. So he made the decision for you and leaned down, passing his lips over your forehead and smiling down at you when he heard you suck in a breath. You gasped when you felt his beard tickle your cheeks. He had a beard. Of course he had a beard. But as he continued to leave kisses over your face, you realized it wasn’t really a full-grown beard. It didn’t matter in the end because he was driving you insane with every small pass of his plump lips near where you wanted him.

As he finally molded his lips with yours, you felt him pull your hands up to his face and lay them on his cheeks, the groan escaping his throat letting you know he enjoyed you touching him as much as you, perhaps even more. The kiss grew frantic the more you explored his naked skin, and you couldn’t hold back the long moan that erupted into his mouth as soon as you felt him suck on your tongue. When you pulled on his soft hair, Mando couldn’t help but growl into the heated kiss, not caring for how rough he was being as he grabbed and squeezed your thighs.

But the kiss was over as soon as it began and you whined after him when you felt him pull away from you. You felt your fingers ascend to your face but remembered why the Mandalorian blindfolded you in the first place. Not wanting to lose his trust, you pushed your arms beneath your back to prevent any temptations from taking place. Unbeknownst to you, Mando was watching every little muscle twitch on your nude form and he almost devoured you right then and there when he saw you quickly moving your fingers from your face.

He was amazed by how caring you were even when you didn’t hold any proper level of the right consciousness. Anyone else would have removed the cloth and blamed the pollen. But not you.

You were special.

Refusing to waste any more time, Mando made quick work of the beskar armor, not caring about the mess he was making just outside his room. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, smiling when he noticed you shivering beneath his gaze. He was on you as soon as he deposited his long-sleeve and pants, devouring your mouth and digging his fingers into your waist as he rutted against you.

“Ner-”

The possessiveness was almost palpable and he surprised even himself at the single syllable. Since when was he like this?

“Mando,” you whispered his name as you wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him flush against you, sighing in relief when you felt the hair of his chest tickle your nipples. Mando noticed your reaction and instantly descended on your heaving chest, biting and licking and pinching at the hardened buds until you begged him to slow down.

“Ni'm liser't...taylir norac. You’re so fucking delicious.” The way he effortlessly switched between his mother tongue and Basic shouldn’t have turned you on this much and yet you were.

“Fuck me.” Your words were dripping with desperation and the Mandalorian wasn’t able to hold any longer. He wanted to take his time with you, commit every little curve to memory. Memorize what made your breath hitch and what made you sigh.

But the request ended all of his curiosity and before you knew it, you felt him roughly pull down on his boxer briefs. You flushed when you heard the sound of his hand jerking his cock, mouth falling wide open when it jutted at your inner thighs and you felt how fucking hard and thick it was.

“What will it be sweet girl? You want me to make love to you,” he paused for a moment and took advantage of your distracted expression, rubbing the head of his cock against your wet slit and biting his lips when he felt you arch against him at the simple yet filthy movement. “Or fuck you like I own you…like you’re mine.”

Hearing him say ‘fuck’ in such a vulgar tone did it for you and you didn’t know what to do with yourself except widen your legs more for him and grab the bed sheets beneath you.

“F-fuck me like you own me Mando...ruin me. Take what you want and- oh maker you’re so- so...fu- please, u-use me however you want. Just- I need your cock. Need to cum on your cock...can’t wait anym-”

Mando was sure he broke you with his words, watching in awe as you begged and begged until you couldn’t breathe anymore. There was no warning, no asking if you were ready for him. There was just your wet cunt teasing him until he couldn’t bear the thought of not being deep inside your pussy.

Resting his head against yours, he took his painfully hard cock in his hand and shoved it past your wet lips, letting out a deep growl as he felt you scratch his back.

“Mando, Mando, M-mando…”

You didn’t find the strength to think of a proper sentence to express what you were feeling so you opted to pray his name over and over again. He was shaking above you and you knew instantly he was trying his hardest not to break you.

“Take what you want- I...I won’t break.”

Just hearing you say those words to him almost made him cum right then and there. You were returning the trust he gave you and he knew there was no way of putting this moment behind him even if he tried.

Pulling out until only the head of his cock was splitting you open, Mando bucked his hips violently back into you, whispering the filthiest promises into your ears as he set a rough pace that had you seeing worlds you didn’t even know existed.

“So, fucking, tight...how are you so wet and tight for me Cyare?” It took you a while to realize you were hearing his voice without the modulator of his mask. How had you not noticed how beautifully sinful it was when he first took it off? You wanted to tell him how much you loved hearing his thick and smooth voice. You wanted to kiss down his neck and bite onto his shoulders. You wanted to push him down and force his cock inside your throat.

So much. You wanted so much.

But you couldn’t find your voice in that moment. Not when he was railing into you with such an unforgiving force.

“Made for me...made to take my cock. Such a sweet fucking girl- ah.” You should have known Mando would not be the quiet type in bed. He was a man of few words during his day-to-day life so of course he would take this chance and spill out his innermost thoughts. But it surprised you nonetheless considering how downright dirty his moans and whispers were. And you were sure he was as filthy, if not more, when he continued to speak in Mando’a.

With every passing moment, you felt a piece of your heart split from your chest and slowly make its way into his hands. He was branding you, his cock reaching so deep inside you that you were sure you could feel him right below your navel if you only moved your hands against your skin. But you couldn’t afford to let go of him, not when he was using you just as you requested.

“Mando you...maker, you’re filling me so- so good. I- please, can I cum? I want t- to cum. Been so good for you. Need to-” The chuckle that left his lips was sweet music to your ears until you realized he might be laughing at how pathetic you were.

“Fucking gods Ad'ika...fill you up? Is that what you want sweet girl? You want me to- fuck, fuck...want me to fill you up with my cum? You’re killing me baby.” His voice was hoarse and he realized his mistake as soon as the words left his lips. The last thing he wanted was to scare you away from him. It was his deeped, darkest secret. He swore he would go to his grave with it. Too often he thought of breeding you, fucking you and fill you up until his cum leaked out of you and you couldn’t move. Too many nights he went to sleep thinking of what it would feel like to wake up with your sweet cunt still wrapped around his cock. What he’d give to ensure not a single drop went to waste.

Too many days were spent dreaming of giving that little womp rat a sibling to run around with.

Your silence didn’t go unnoticed by him and he was about to slow down when he felt your hands grab his ass and push you closer to him.

“Want your cum Mando...want you to cum inside me, fill me up until I can’t breathe...oh fuck, until I can’t feel anything but your cum hot and deep inside me. Fuck a baby inside me Mando I- oh oh gods I-” Mando couldn’t hold back anymore, violently pushing his cock inside you and swallowing your moans every time they echoed just a little louder than he preferred. He groaned in ecstasy when he looked down and saw pure bliss etched on your soft features. You clenched around him, thighs vibrating around his hips as he somehow drove into you harder and carried you past the point of pleasure. You didn’t know you were coming around him until you heard him whisper ‘good girl’ in your ears. And it sent a jolt down his spine when he continued to rut against you and fill the ship with the heavy sounds of skin slapping on skin. It was almost painful, the way he didn’t let up and continued to rail into you without a single care.

“Mine...mine, fucking mine. That’s it sweet girl, feel me. Feel me marking your fucking soul.” He was a mumbling mess at this point and he wasn’t sure if it was because you were panting like an animal in heat or because of the way you desperately licked and kissed and nipped at his neck and lips.

“Yes, I’m yours Mando. Yours...always have been.”

The heaviness of your words struck his heart instantly, and he shoved his cock so deep inside you he swore he could feel your heartbeat. Mando rested his head in the crook of your neck, biting harder than intended on your shoulder as hot spurts of cum coated your inner walls. You feel a sudden warmth wash over you and dug your nails into his ass as he thrust once, twice, three times before stilling completely.

The two of you continued to breathe heavily against each other and when Mando moved his knees to get comfortable between your thighs, you unintentionally squeezed his cock and felt him twitch inside you.

“Ni chaabar gar, cyar'ika.” It was such a silent comment and you knew this was much different than everything he’d said thus far. Something about his tone told you he was spilling his heart out and you wished more than anything to ask him what he was saying but knew you shouldn’t...wouldn’t. Not unless you wanted him to continue and speak to you.

You were brought back from your thoughts when the Mandalorian kissed your lips, and you felt yourself drowning in his scent when he rubbed your hair and nudged your jaw with his nose.

“Gar cuyir too jaon'yc at ni. Ni liser't nibral gar.” Slowly, Mando wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over until you were practically sleeping on top of him. The two of you hissed when you felt his cock leave your heat and Mando wished more than anything to spread your thighs and watch as his cum leaked down your thighs. No worries, he’d do that later.

Later…

Oh what he would give for there to be a ‘later’ with you.

The thought of not being able to have you again snapped him back to reality and he realized there was a very high chance this would never happen again because as far as he knew, this was only a consequence of the pollen.

Not wanting to bother you with his insecurities, Mando pushed your head down onto his chest and rubbed your shoulders, telling you to get some rest and to not worry about anything else.

Hours later, Mando was waking up to a soft noise emitting from beneath him. As he rubbed his eyes and took in his surroundings, he looked down and noticed you were still very much naked and cold next to him. Pulling the covers over you, he allowed his eyes to feed on your curves before meeting your face. Dread filled his heart as soon as he saw the wet patch on the band around your eyes.

You must have woken up and realized what happened. A thousand different scenarios flew through his mind and Mando knew that almost each one of them was caused by your regret of sleeping with him.

“Ad'ika, are you alright?” When you didn’t respond and sniffed loudly, Mando knew he had to brace for the worst.

“Please...are you hurt anywhere?” Hearing his pleas was what did it for you and you threw yourself into his chest.

“Mando I- I took advantage of you. I’m so sorry, I- I didn’t know what was happening...I promise I- please don’t tell me to leave. I can’t leave you or the Child. I- I promise I’ll pretend this never happened. Just- don’t leave me. I can’t bear the thought of living without you...without him.”

Of all the things the Mandalorian thought he would hear from you, those were certainly the last to make the list. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky with you? Not only did you refuse to take the blindfold off when you woke up but you genuinely thought you’d forced him into sleeping with you.

“Cyare, it hurts to see you cry. Come here.” Mando sat up against the cold metal wall, pulling you into his lap and wrapping the covers around you so you weren’t exposed to the cold air of the ship.

“You didn’t take advantage of me sweet girl. If anything, I- I should be the one apologizing. I was not hit with the effects of the pollen as much as you have been and...and I should have refused your pleas. But you looked so beautiful, Cyar'ika. You prayed for me to have you and I- I was selfish. I was selfish and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking into you. Branding you. Being with you.” To say you were surprised by his words would have been the understatement of the century.

The Mandalorian wanted you. He wanted to have you. He wanted to be with you.

“I-I’ve wanted you for so long...spent so many nights dreaming of being with you.” You confessed to him before you could think of the meaning behind your words and you were met with a deep sigh and a kiss on the lips almost immediately.

“How long Mesh'la?”

“S-since Tatooine.”

Mando’s heart skipped a beat at the short yet direct response. He’s only ever been to Tatooine once with you, months and months ago when he needed Peli to fix something on the Crest for him. You hadn’t even been with their group for three weeks then. So busy thinking of all the ways he could have had you since then, Mando didn’t notice how the silence affected you until your fingers twitched against his chest.

“Mando?”

“That was eons ago.” It was more of a comment than a question and you weren’t sure if he was angry or surprised.

“Is...is that bad?”

“Bad? No Ad'ika, not bad.” When he didn’t offer more of an explanation, you rested your head on his chest and continued to draw circles on his naked abdomen.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there in each others arms but the faint sounds of cooing and laughter snapped you out of your haze and you realized you should probably get up and make something for the kid to eat. Before you could move away from him however, Mando was bringing you closer to him and kissing you again. You knew you could never tire from feeling his lips mold and pass over yours and you welcomed his tongue with as much vigor as you could muster up.

As he pulled away, you smiled at him and wished more than anything to be able to see him smile back at you.

“Din.”

“Hmm?”

“My name...it’s Din. Din Djarin.”

Mando could see the exact moment you registered what he just said and he smirked to himself at how pretty you looked when something shocking took place.

“Din.” You repeated his name silently, afraid this would all be a dream and that he didn’t actually just tell you something that was so important to him.

“You didn’t have to tell me…” You traced his jaw with your fingers and marveled at how oddly soft his beard was.

“I didn’t, but I wanted to.” Din was silent for a few seconds before he flipped you beneath him and took hold of your wrists before slamming them harshly above your head. “I wanted you to know it, Mesh'la, so you could scream it the next time I fucked this sweet and tight cunt.”

For a man of few words, he sure knew what to say to get you worked up again.

Translations:

Ni Kelir kyr'amur gar meh gar vaabir not ba'slanar kaysh - I will kill you if you do not leave her.

Ni vaabir not baatir te waadas. - I do not care about the credits.

Gedet'ye. - Please.

Ad'ika - Little one

Ni’duraa! - You disgust me.

Cyar'ika - Darling/Sweetheart

Cyare - Beloved

Gota'la - Maker.

Gar cuyir mesh'la. - You are beautiful.

K'olar - Come here.

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Ner - Mine.

Ni'm liser't...taylir norac. - I can’t...hold back.

Ni chaabar gar, cyar'ika. - I fear you, darling.

Gar cuyir too jaon'yc at ni. Ni liser't nibral gar. - You are too important to me. I can’t lose you.

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catch-the-wind · 4 years ago

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when reader is sick hc's

finally posting writing here so true

n e ways okay so i’m brainrotting about the genshin charas taking care of their s/o’s when they’re sick 🥺 and now i'm feeling sick, sigh

ohm and sulien ambros belong to @teyvattherapist! they're such good chara's, i know i'm writing them here but i deffo recommend reading up on them

okay here u go, have some hc's that are kinda sorta long and by that i mean 2.5k- i haven't proofread this bc it's 4am and im going to BED but if i write for any other chara's i'll post a second part <3 mwah

tags: gn!reader, diluc x reader, kaeya x reader, jean x reader, lisa x reader, albedo x reader, dainsleif x reader, tartaglia x reader, ohm ambros x reader, sulien ambros x reader, soft bean hours

diluc

is not working or traveling when his partner is sick

absolutely makes them soup and hot tea and drinks

he’s trying to make them food but he’s not the best cook so he’s asking adelinde for help

absolutely asks jean, barbara, and ohm for help while his partner is sleeping but he’s so awkward LMAO

was absolutely frantic the first day he found out his partner was sick tho, he made them come over to the winery so they could sleep there and he can take care of them <3

absolutely lied about what room was his so they slept in his bed

“hmm this guest room is so furnished diluc are all your rooms like this” and no, no they are not, this room is his, bestie

diluc slept on a sofa in his bedroom and did work on the table that was supposed to be for flowers. kinda stressed over abyss order locations but was more worried ab his partner being okay so he was distracted

he just put the flowers on his nightstand for his partner to see when they woke up <3

gives his partner forehead kisses because they won’t let him kiss them on the lips and he gives them the gentlest cheek kisses while they sleep

also gives his partner his clothes to wear <3

cuddles them and reads to them when they’re awake and TEMPLE KISSES OH MY GOD

kaeya comes over because he’s worried his brother and his brother’s s/o haven’t been seen in a little while

n e way, diluc gets sick after his partner gets better and they nursed each other back to health

kaeya

like diluc, he took off work so he could take care of his s/o i,mediately after he found out they were sick

wouldn’t force them to stay at his place tho, he’d probably let them recover in their own place

but he might make them go to the kof hq or the cathedral just so they can be taken care of by a proper healer

he absolutely soothes their fevers and stuff w cryo and also the man can heal himself w his elem skill ofc he can fix someone if he tries hard enough <3

he gives kisses no matter how much his partner says not to but he’ll also give them butterfly kisses so it’s soft moments too~ sigh, ur too cute alberich

asks ohm and barbara and albedo and lisa for potions and such to help his partner feel better but he’s really lowkey so he doesn’t seem SUPER worried

he just hates seeing his partner not feeling so well </3

refreshes his partner’s vase of flowers at their bedside every day

brings home work so he can watch over his partner. he can’t cook super well either so he asks for help and brings stuff home from good hunter too

jean was okay to let kaeya off of work and diluc would never admit it (man practically swore everyone to secrecy smh) but he helped take up some of kaeya’s duties in his stead

and kae, the alcoholic, didn’t even drink while his partner was sick bc he was lowkey worried they would need his help w smth and he didn’t want to be drunk just in case <3

many cuddles despite protests of getting him sick <3

jean

absolutely uses her healer skills to make her partner feel better

panicked when they were still sick and thought it was her fault </3 she asked barbara and ohm for help and they just told jean to relax a bit bc her partner was sick and it wasn’t going to be a quick fix

wanted to take off work but didn’t, so she just brought her work with her

kaeya and ohm very kindly took up her other duties where she had to leave so she could be w her partner

her partner is staying in the kof hq where they get access to ohm and barbara comes to visit <3 but also so that jean can sleep comfortably enough close by bc you cannot tell me this woman does not sometimes sleep in her office or the library and barely makes it to the kof dormitories sometimes

she’s so worried the entire time, she’s probably got a few gray hairs and a new frown line smh

she has clothes that aren’t her work clothes???? it’s so foreign seeing her in stuff like pajamas. you didn’t even know jean owned pajamas

jean sets them up in her bed at home (yeah she has a place outside of the kof hq??? it’s surprising) but it’s a big bed so they can rest and she’ll have the lamp on her side on while she sits up and does work

absolutely dotes on them. she’s good at making foods that make them feel better, she’s just a good healer that way <3

albedo, klee, venti, kaeya, lisa, and ohm all come over to check on jean and co and make sure everyone is doing okay <3 lots of food brought

if jean was asked to sing to her partner normally, she probably wouldn’t bc she’d probably get embarrassed but i think she probably sounds v good and venti would give her his lyre to try out a musical instrument too. but also she’d read to her partner and they’d probably fall asleep together uwu

lisa

works part time hours at the library so she can go visit her s/o

probably asks them to stay at the kof hq for easier access to medical assistance and plus she’s almost always there

“cutie” but worried and very 🥺 (pleading emoji)

makes soup and potions and reads to her partner until they fall asleep

also super playful omg she’s still got a smile on and is full of affection while she walks her fingers up her partner’s arm to their face so she can cup their cheek

she’ll make her partner laugh and smile and blush even when they’re sick, but she makes them laugh until they cough sometimes and immediately feels so bad

jean, barbara, kaeya, albedo and ohm all come to visit with different foods and soups and medicines and such

klee comes knocking and gives lisa some good fisherman’s toast and asks lisa’s s/o if they want to hug dodoco b/c that always makes klee feel better

purple roses galore, lisa has them in her partner’s room and they’ve got a potion to make the. uh. sniffer? to make the sniffer feel better. don’t ask me how, idk but she would find a way to make them physically feel better with flowers

reads to her partner ofc, and she tells them stories ab her own life and time at sumeru sans the crazies

worried looks when her s/o is sleeping but also the softest smiles when they wake up pls-

albedo

cutest lil frown on his face when he finds out his partner is sick

immediately they are taken home and he’s testing to confirm what’s wrong w them and what he can do to speed up their recovery

he’s more distracted than usual at work but he’s coming over to your place all the time w what paperwork he can do

also sketches his partner while they don’t know. he’s got lots of beautiful candids of his partner sleeping, looking out the window, falling asleep, reading, even drinking water. he’s made the most mundane things look captivating

kaeya and ohm come to check on albedo when he doesn’t show up for work after a few days and it’s bc he’s taking care of his s/o with food and soup and alchemical potions and shit. and when kae and ohm come in, they find his partner opening the door wrapped in a blanket while albedo is asleep cuddling the pillow they left bc he stayed up the night before making soup and reading to them

klee has camped out on his partner’s couch, she helps w the cooking too~ she absolutely lets them hug dodoco and gives them a treasure to feel better too LOL

many kisses from klee and albedo, and they also go out to get treats for albedo’s partner too

domestic albedo cooking in his partner’s kitchen and for once it isn’t some alchemical potion that he might blow up the stove with

tartaglia

takes off work entirely but BOY OH BOY is he stir crazy smh

brings his partner to his apartment to rest <3

he’s so worried ab his s/o that he makes all the sick ppl food the first day, orders from wanmin restaurant when his partner wants smth different, and also gets toys and such to entertain them otherwise

also reads to his partner but, again, he gets stir crazy after a while

absolutely does workouts and katas in the living room and phew shirtless tartaglia working out? gets the heart rate up for sure ahem

rushes to his partner tho omg- need soup? water? a trip to the bathroom? another blanket? he goes to them the MOMENT he hears them moving around. absolutely dotes on them <3

his family knows ab his partner and he’s probably written letters ab them being sick~ his family sent snezhnayan herbs and flowers and medicines and such

zhongli comes around because he wants sugar daddy!tartaglia with tea and medicine from bubu pharmacy. hu tao is in tow with well wishes and a “hope i don’t find you at work!” which is. a little worrying because aren’t you just a little sick-

many kisses from tartaglia because he is Needy and he’ll absolutely get sick from cuddling his partner while they sleep

also he’ll probably just like. envelop his partner while they sleep. they’re all cuddled into him and he’s actually so warm it’s nice bc they’re cold w a fever and he’s living for comforting them

he’s so worried tho, he’s got the frowny face and he’s so adorable but he just doesn’t want his partner to feel sick

dainsleif

the man camps in ruins, he’s going to his partner’s house smh

he doesn’t go into the church either LOL so expect him in his partner’s home making dinner and doing their grocery shopping thanks

he would get ohm and barbara to come over tho <3 “fix them please” but also “how can i fix them”

is so dead set on making sure his partner takes their medicine at the right times, he’s so soft for them and them alone

cooks soup and old recipes he barely remembers from khaenri’ah. he doesn’t really get sick, so he doesn’t remember these ones too clearly. deffo brings back old memories he’d long forgotten

reads to his partner and tells them old stories of how the world used to be, his travels, gives them the gossip on a certain khaenri’ahn but doesn’t give away the name

ohm comes over with medicine and lollipops bc dain is so unlikely to go to the cathedral to get barbara smh

but also dain, so self-sufficient, is unlikely to want to ask for help, so ohm just goes to help anyway

dain with the old khaenri’ahn lullabies and tucking his partner into his arms and singing quietly while he holds them and rocks them to sleep

dain is immortal, he’s giving his partner kisses bc “i’m immortal, ofc i won’t get sick”

he got sick

but his s/o nursed him back to health and then there were smooches the end

ohm ambros

the doctor with his ill lover oh my god

he’s frowny, he’s taking care of his partner at his home in springvale and his home clinic is open to everyone else. but everyone knows his partner is the first priority LOL

kaeya and albedo come over to see if ohm is okay or if his house needs to be checked up on. they’re wondering if he went on a last-minute expedition to sumeru and didnt tell them

diluc comes over too, he’s just checking up on his best friend but he’s also stealing a cherry lollipop smh. he heard from kae that ohm’s partner is sick tho, so he brings some soup and good food over from adelinde. he also brings some of his own specialty food tho, the once upon a time in mondstadt <3

sulien sending letters to his big brother to see if his brother’s s/o is okay

ohm is also just super protective of his partner, there are not many people who come into his life who he loves and lets in in the first place. he’s absolutely trying to heal them with his own vitality, so their recovery is much shorter than initially expected

barbara also comes over w jean to check up on ohm and co, complete w a goody basket of soup, a teddy bear, flowers, and books

ohm reading to his partner <3 he’s got such a soothing voice even if his accent is wack LMAO. he’s reading stories and even his paperwork because just his presence is comforting

he puts his hands on his partner’s forehead to soothe the fever goodbye

ohm will not sing for his s/o simply bc he doesn’t think he sounds v good. and he probably doesn’t but it would be so cute to hear him try and please ohm? 🥺

n e way i want smooches idc if i’m sick KISS ME OHM AMBROS

sulien ambros

when he finds out his partner is sick, the man blinks like twice and then suggests so calmly that they go to his apartment in liyue

man does not sleep normally, he’s just going to nurse his partner back to health and read during their recovery. fruit tart can cover his duties for him <3

sulien cooks for his partner tho, he’s making soup and stuff and getting medicine from bubu’s pharmacy. he’s also picking up books on the way home but some of them are to be read to his partner so it’s okay-

like tartaglia, sulien works out while his partner rests and goes to them if he hears them moving around. he’s reading to his partner and not so frowny, but the slightest furrow of this man’s brow is already such a big expression of his concern <3

sends letters to ohm asking for advice ab how to help his partner feel better. ohm just sends a letter back with “i’m coming” and shows up within the day LMAO

reads to his partner, and the monotony of his voice is soothing and lulls them to sleep. he just looks at them affectionately (well affectionate for him) and presses a kiss to their forehead before finishing the story on his own and in his head

tartagalicious comes over and brings food, flowers and a teddy bear with some of sandrone’s paperwork but he sends a smile to sulien’s partner with some well wishes

scara comes over too just to visit and check to see where sandrone is, but scara is a grumpy bean so he just says “feel better” all brooding and like it’s a command to one of the fatui subordinates LOL

sulien like ohm uses his cold hands to soothe his partner’s fever and also gives them forehead kisses <3

Edit: a link to part 2

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