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acourtofidiots · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1: Breeding & Creampie [Rhysand]

DAY ONE LETS GO!!!! Honestly, I've been super super behind on writing for Kinktober and this is probably going to be the longest piece I'm going to write. Between work, and my ADHD meds on backorder, my attention has been GONE every time I try and sit down to write, so hopefully I can at least get a few things going on my days off so I don't have to scramble together and fall behind on prompts.

warnings: breeding kink, creampie, dirty talk, inappropriate use of daemati powers (idk the word for this lol)

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“Cauldron, you looked absolutely ravishing tonight, my love,” Rhysand purrs, teasing the tip of his cock along your drenched folds. You whined, wiggling your hips back to get some friction, but your mate tuts, holding you still with a hand on your hip.

“Patience, my dear Y/N.” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, the damn male knowing how weak his teasing made you.

“Rhys,” you whined, voice catching in your throat when he started to tap his cock against your clit. “Please!”

“Please, what?” Your mind was spinning, and it took your energy to respond to him.

“P-please, I need your cock so badly. ‘M so empty it hurts!” And with that, he slides into you, one glorious inch at a time, moaning at your slick walls clenching.

The world is holding its breath, anxiously awaiting for the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court to make their move, show Pyrthian the power they have over their court. Your hands clench at the quilt, nails digging in to restrain yourself from wiggling your hips.

“Oh, my darling,” Rhysand breathes as he places feather-light kisses up your spine before gently biting the crook where your neck and shoulder meet. “I cannot wait to fuck a child into you, have you practically dripping at the end of the night with my seed.”

You clenched at his filthy words and could feel his claws tap at your mental shield. You let it down briefly, only to be shown what he was thinking: You, your arms holding a small bundle of joy as Rhysand chases another child around the House of Wind. Your heart swelled at the sight of your mate scooping the child up with a laugh and placing a kiss on their head. The two turn towards you, and Rhysand takes your child’s small hand in your direction.

You groan at the sight as your mate retreats from your mind, hips slowly thrusting in and out of you. “Rhysie, please. I need your cum. I need to cum on your cock.” You could practically feel yourself start to shake the longer he kept his leisurely pace. It would be a matter of moments before you grew frustrated and would take matters into your own hands.

Teeth grazed your neck, the dragging of his cock against your sensitive walls was driving you more and more out of your mind, and you didn’t know how much longer you could take. “Hold on tight, darling.”

You practically exploded when his pace increased tenfold, the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and groans filled the air, and you were thankful to have a place of your own. You wouldn’t hear the last of Cassian’s teasing if he walked in.

You could feel the telltale signs of your orgasm, your hands digging into the blankets beneath you, walls clenching around your mate’s cock that was hitting the right spot over and over again. But it all came crashing down the moment you felt Rhysand bring his fingers down to swipe over your clit once before rubbing it in harsh circles.

“Come, Y/N. I want you to come for me. Let me fill you up,” Rhys groans, and you let out a particularly loud moan at his words. “Let me put a baby in you.” The world comes crashing down around you, waves of pleasure flying through your veins as you come undone. Your mind was racing, unable to comprehend your mate reaching his own peak and shooting his load deep inside you.

The room was silent for a moment. Only your collective pants filled the air as you both took time to come down from your highs. Placing a kiss on your bare shoulder, your mate pulls back, and you whimper as his cock slips from your sore pussy.

“Shh, it’s ok, my darling.” You hear him coo behind you before you feel calloused hands grip your cheeks and pull them apart, watching a mixture of your releases slowly drip down your thighs. He sucks in a breath before slowly inserting two fingers back into you, making sure to press as deep as he could.

“Can’t let anything escape,” Rhys purrs, and you shiver.

#actoar #acotar x reader #acotar x reader smut #rhysand smut #rhysand acotar #rhysand x reader #julia.writes #julia.kinktober

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grabbaqueen16 · 7 months

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Eddie Munson - Through the wire

Eddie stupidly busts his jaw after messing around on skull rock while it was still slippery after heavy rain and Y/n "takes care of him".

SMUT/NSFW*

Slight use of feminine terms, smut, male receiving oral, edging warning.

“SIX WEEKS?!” Eddie sat up so fast he practically jumped out of his hospital bed when the doctor told him how long he’d be in this state.

“I told you to stop fucking around or you’d face the consequences.” You taunted him, he slapped your arm and rolled his eyes

“Is there like a mirror or something so I can check my damage?” Eddie groaned.

You reached into your bag, pulled out a compact mirror and passed it to him

“Jesus christ, are you serious Doc? I have to stay like this for eight whole weeks??” He poked at his puffy cheeks and instantly winced in pain

“Yes Mr Munson, at least six weeks, but who knows, maybe if you start to show good progress in the healing process I might let you out a little earlier.” the doctor smiled and made his way out of the room.

Eddie looked up at you with that look on his face and you just knew he was about to ask you for something crazy

“What do you want?” you asked in a jokingly annoyed tone

“Carry me to the car?” He gave a cheeky smile, you could almost see your reflection on all the shiny metal in his mouth

“Please remind me again, did you break your jaw or your legs? My memory’s a bit foggy” you made a quizzical face and tapped your finger to your lips. Eddie rolled his eyes. “But if it makes you feel any better, I’ll hold your hand while we walk?” You offered. He gave a sarcastic smile and took your hand.

You started walking out to his van together, His instinct was to hop into the driver's seat and he held out his hand for you to pass him the keys.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You spun the keys around your finger

“Uh I could be driving us home if you would be so kind and pass me my keys.” He continued to hold out his hand and scrunched his fingers trying to signal you to put them in his palm

“No operating any vehicles or heavy machinery for at least 8 hours while you’re on the pain meds ” You pouted “Doctors orders.”

“I hate it here.” Eddie grumbled under his breath and scooted over to the passenger’s side, he would’ve intentionally clenched his jaw hard enough to break it again if it wasn’t already wired shut.

You hopped up into the van and claimed your new spot as the driver, it was like unlocking a new region in a video game. Eddie rarely let you drive the van, only if he was too drunk to drive home and that one time he sprained his ankle and you had to drive him everywhere. He would never let anyone else sit in the driver’s seat; that was like his most sacred spot, you were the only exception. You turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared.

“Alright who’s ready to rock and roll” you laughed and pressed on the gas, speeding off down the street

“Oh my god Y/n please slow down I’m getting so car sick” he heaved, desperately rolling down his window to try and cool himself off

“Ok, just relax Eds we’re almost home.” you reached over and held his hand

You pulled up outside the trailer, parked the van and both made your way inside, Eddie swung the front door open, ran to his bedroom and flopped on the bed. Still laying flat on his back he waved you over, you followed and gently sat beside him on the bed.

“How you feeling bud?”

“Like I’m on the verge of death” he whined

“You’ll be ok babe, I promise” you lovingly rubbed his shoulder and placed a kiss on his forehead. “Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”

“Well there is one thing…” He turned to look at you and trailed off “And that would be…?” you continued

“No, no it’s fine, nevermind.” he turned away “Well…”

“What is it that you want Eddie?’ you tugged on one of the long strands of hair resting at his shoulders

“Well I mean… It would really cheer me up if you gave me some head?” He shrugged and laughed sheepishly

“You just got out of the hospital and the first thing you want me to do is suck your dick?” You laughed at him “‘Hey, you asked if there was anything you could do and I just gave a suggestion” he laughed as he leaned in to give you a kiss, and you accepted it happily.

“Alright, whatever will help the patient” you said as you started to unbuckle his belt.

You pulled his jeans down to reveal an already growing bulge. You take your time with his boxers, toying with the waistband, slowly sliding it off until you finally reach his ankles, once on the ground you take your position on your knees and pull him in closer by his waist.

You pinch your thumb and pointer finger together making an O shape and slowly start to slide it up and down his length, squeezing tighter when you slide over the tip as you start to feel his dick growing harder.

“I know you just started but I feel so much better already Princess” Eddie said in a low tone, placing his hands on your shoulders, starting to massage them”

You pumped his length with your full hand a few times before slowly sliding the tip into your mouth, causing Eddie to let out an audible moan. You use your hand to continue pumping the rest of his length, swirling your tongue around his tip.

“Fuck baby you’re so good to me” He cried as he threw his head back in bliss. You take his length down your throat and moan, sending vibrations that only make Eddie cry out louder.

You pull off of him, watching a long string of saliva stretch between the two of you before wiping your mouth. Eddie whines at the lack of contact, he moves his hands to hold the sides of your face, caressing them softly. You look up at his needy face, then down at the head of his red and swollen cock that was starting to leak. You look back up at him and watch his face change eagerly as you slowly start to slide it back into your mouth.

“I’m getting so close sweetheart, fuck” he whined. You watch him get closer and closer to the edge as you tease him with your tongue. You can feel his body tensing up as you slowly slide your mouth off again and stop for a minute, leaving him aching and begging you to keep going.

“Please baby, please don’t stop,” he panted. His hands caress your face, lifting your head up to look at him. His eyes darted back and forth between yours rapidly. You placed your hands on his hips, softly tracing patterns up and down his sides to keep him squirming from your touch. You push down on his rock hard dick and watch it spring back up and slap his stomach which made him shiver.

“What do you want me to do for you Princess?” He started to smile realising that you just needed some attention too.

“Nothing right now but…” You spoke in a sultry voice as you started to run your finger up and down the bottom of his cock, from base to tip which started to bring him back to the edge. His full attention to you.

“In six weeks time I expect you to pay me back in full for this little favour” You smiled at him cheekily

You stared straight into his eyes, which were heavy with a mix of lust and love, as you started to take his length into your mouth once more.

“Yes, fuck, anything you want baby” He grunted out as his cock slammed into the back of your throat again and again and again.

Eddie moaned wildly as he came shooting thick ropes into your mouth, he watched as you swallowed and continued to tease him with your hands as you got up. Once you were back up he kissed your lips softly and left gentle kisses down your neck, wrapping his arms around your body.

“God you are so good at that baby,” He stood behind you with his chest pressing into your back, his hands reaching around and resting on your chest, his still semi hard cock pressing into the back of your thigh.

“I know you asked me to repay you when I can use my mouth again, and of course I will, but I hope you don’t expect to wait that long for me to make you feel good too.” He whispered into your ear with a wicked smile as he continued to pepper your neck and cheek with kisses.

A/N This one's been cooking in my drafts for like almost a year now so I hope it was worth the wait 💀 COMMENT IF YOU WANT PART 2 😋Is this fandom even still alive atp? idk but I hope so.

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yorshie · 2 months

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Personal Headcanon Snippet

“How To Defeat a Dragon”

Bayverse Michelangelo point of view (cw: stab wound, poison, angst)

Michelangelo woke with a start, the terrifying dream that haunted him these past few nights fading like smoke between his fingers, curling back in the recesses of his mind where he knew it would shift and bother him for the rest of the day. He gasped in a breath, becoming aware he’d been holding it instinctively, scales sweaty and head a little dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Well, a little more than sweaty. He grimaced, pressing a careful hand to the bandage held in place underneath his arm, the wide swatches of white linen sticking uncomfortably where his wound had seeped through the layers.

“Shit.” He hissed, pulling his hand away and checking the color, anxiety deflating a little when the liquid wasn’t one of the alarming shades Donnie had told him to watch out for.

“Who knows what was on that knife, Mike, and if you’re not gonna tell me about it I have to assume the worst.”

The pills he was supposed to take upon awakening were by his bedside complete with a passive aggressive note from Leo on what kind of pain was to be expected if he didn’t take them. Mikey eyed them for a moment, before he made the conscious decision to head for the kitchen for a glass of water to swallow what he jokingly referred to as ‘horse pills’ when Donnie had slapped them in his hands.

The dry look Donnie had leveled at him over his glasses had cooled any sort of comical routine Mikey was planning to divert the questions, something sad and disappointed hidden in his brother’s eyes that even now slithered and wormed around in Mikey’s stomach just thinking about it.

The Lair was quiet this late at night, which suited Mikey fine. The stab wound was supposed to have healed a week ago, and while it certainly was getting better, Mikey was in no mood to have to dodge pointed glances or stand through another bout of Leo trying to order the answers over what happened out of him.

Breathing out roughly, Mikey moved towards the kitchen, wincing now that he knew there was no one here to see it-

“Michelangelo?” A weak voice called, a summons that Mikey could never have the heart to disobey.

He turned to the living room area without conscious thought, rounding the plush armchair that sat facing the tv and dropping in front of it with a wince so his face would be eye level with the occupant. “I’m here, Dad.”

Splinter’s milky eyes sought his own, a reflex that never failed to squeeze Mikey’s heart with a vice grip. His nose twitched, the bald spot on his muzzle where the fur had long fallen away wrinkling as the old rat tested the air.

“My son?” He asked, hand reaching, and Mikey completed the connection, gently taking his father’s hand so he knew where he was and placing it on his face so Splinter could pat his cheek. “Ah, there you are. You missed dinner earlier.”

“I fell asleep.” Mikey told him, not expounding on why he missed the family meal and hoping his sensei wouldn’t push the subject. He and his brothers had decided unanimously to not mention the wound, or how long it was taking Mikey to heal after how distraught their father had become when his youngest son had literally crashed into the Lair the night he was hurt, bleeding and O.D.ing from whatever had coated the blade. The first few nights when Mikey had been confined to the med room, not even Leo’s patient insistence had kept Splinter from sitting at Mikey’s side, even when the old rat was shaking and too distressed himself to stand.

Splinter hummed, and after a moment he patted Mikey’s cheek, his palm cool to the touch. “Ah, well, there are still leftovers in the fridge. I asked Raphael to make you a plate.”

Mikey almost grimaced before remembering Splinter would be able to pick up on the facial expression. He very much doubted Raph had made him a plate, or if he did Mikey wasn’t going to risk eating it. Raphael still hadn’t forgiven him for going out and finding trouble on his own, and Mikey wouldn’t put it past his brother to have licked his food like he did when they were younger and trying to keep the baby of the family from eating all the pizza.

“Thanks, dad,” he made himself say instead, cupping his hand along the back of Splinter’s. “I’ll get it in a little bit, promise.”

Splinter sighed, falling quiet for a moment before his eyes roved to the side. “Would you read to me, Michelangelo? I grow tired of the tv.”

“Sure,” Mikey slowly stood, setting Splinter’s hand back in his lap. “Let me go get a book, and I’ll be right back, ok?”

He left his father nodding and mumbling to himself just long enough to grab a random book from his room and dry swallow one of the pills with a gag when it lodged for a moment in his throat. It wasn’t until he was scooting to sit by the armchair again that he looked down and faltered when he realized which book he’d picked out.

The cover was still bent where he’d accidentally squashed it the first time he kissed her. The memory came out of that painful place in the back of his mind that the nightmare had carved out for itself, reared up and screamed at him.

The lights in the room had been twinkling reflections in her eyes, when she looked at him and smiled. All he could see was the curve of her lips as she whispered to him, “I think you’re the knight, Mike.”

He’d kissed her with all the inelegance of a boy that had never so much as held hands before, but she had laughed through it until he’d broke off to giggle too, had held his hand and shown him how to press chaste kisses against each other’s mouths-

Splinter shifted in the chair, and reality crashed back down on Michelangelo, leaving him blinking back tears and thankful his father was effectively blind before hating himself for that errant thought.

He cleared his throat, rising once more, “sorry, Dad, hold on, I grabbed the wrong book-”

Splinter’s hand unerringly finding his forearm and clutching it tight had Mikey stuttering to a halt, half crouched awkwardly. “I do not care what type of story it is, my son, I only wish to hear your voice.”

“Oh, right….” Mikey trailed off, returning to sit with a grunt of pain as his wound was jostled. He floundered for a moment, stuck, knowing if he pushed the issue his father would question it. With a little angry huff, he gripped the book tightly, telling himself it was just a story, that he could do this for his father.

Detached, he read it in monotone syllables, watching his father more than looking at the pictures that illustrated the well worn novel.

After a few pages, his tone loosened, and glancing more and more at his father revealed the old man was slowly falling asleep, lulled by Michelangelo’s voice.

Mikey swallowed painfully, and started reading again in a softer tone, determined to bring his father a little comfort, even if reading this particular story was like dragging nails along a chalkboard inside his mind.

When he finished, he shut the book, and stood quietly so he wouldn’t disturb his father. He made sure Splinter was covered, tucking the book carefully beneath his folded hands before sighing and straightening.

“I liked the story.” Splinter said quietly, and for once Michelangelo didn’t jump at the way that even now, blind and tired and mostly chairbound, his father could still out-ninja his sons.

“I do too, dad.” He told him, thinking it was just sleepy mumblings and not letting himself dwell on the answer.

“Though…” Splinter opened his eyes, the milky white coverings pinning Mikey in place, “I always thought a knight was a poor match against a dragon, don’t you think?”

Mikey grimaced, his hand falling to his side. The wound on the edge of his plastron gave a sharp ache all of a sudden, and it took everything Mikey had not to hiss and grab for the hurt.

“Yea?” He asked instead, hoping his father couldn’t tell anything was wrong, praying he’d fall asleep again soon so Mikey could leave.

“Hm…yes.” Splinter said, turning to look at the ceiling once more. “You boys were adamant growing up that a knight would always beat a dragon.” He smiled softly at that, lips curling up. “You four used to have fights over who had to be the dragon, do you remember?”

Mikey hummed, “yea, kinda. You made us take turns, right?”

Splinter nodded, “yes, and I recall having a whole debate over it over dinner one night. You all were heartbroken when I suggested the knight might be unmatched if the dragon melted his sword with its fiery breath.” he snuggled down in the blanket, sighing softly in comfort. “I always felt a dragon was better suited for ending another dragon, but I doubt I ever fully convinced the four of you.”

Mikey froze at that, but Splinter only shut his eyes again, heaving out a sigh. “Thank you for reading to me, my son. You may go if you wish.”

Mikey waited only long enough to make sure Splinter’s chest was rising and falling easily before he padded back to this room, his hand suddenly itching for a pencil.

Better suited for ending another dragon… The words echoed in his head as he changed his bandages slowly, an idea formulating in his head.

If I can’t be a knight, I’ll be something else.

#my writing snippets #not enough to warrant a full story tag but #wanted to share just a little bit of things I’m working on #bigger stories swirling around my head #tmnt bayverse #TMNT bayverse fanfiction #bayverse michelangelo #bay Mikey

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infiniteimaginings · 16 days

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He's Still My Father (Father!Count Olaf x GN!Child!Reader) [Platonic]

Summary: You are Count Olafs child from a woman he truly loved, who is now gone due to...unfortunate events. You meet the Baudelaires who are now suffering in the care of your father, will you help them? Or are you really your fathers child? Pronouns: You/Yours, ‘Child’ Warnings: Typical ASOUE timeline events, and not a good father child relationship Word Count: 2.0k A/N: God, I was planning the layout of the post to add the fic and I am an idiot and posted it before it was ready. So I had to delete it and then deleted it WITH the request by accident. I am so sorry to whoever requested. It's here now though, I'm so sorry, I love you so much, thank you for requesting. I'm just stupid lmao, I hope you like it, I hope you remember you requested to me. I'm so sorry again.

The Baudelaire children, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny were orphans. After their parents' tragic death in a house fire, they were sent to live with their closest living relative. That relative's name was Count Olaf.

He was pale, tall, and extremely thin. He had grayish white receding hair, a long unibrow, a hooked nose, and a tattoo of an eye on his ankle. He was unsettling to look at. The Baudelaires tried to look past his appearance and the appearance of the home that didn’t look lived in. They tried but Count Olaf showed his true colors the moment Mr Poe, the banker responsible for the children's fortune left to them by their parents, had left the grounds. Olaf was greedy, obsessive, rude, and vile.

The only thing even slightly keeping the children afloat in the terrible conditions was the neighbor across the street and Count Olafs child, you.

Your father was the worst man the Baudelaires had come to know, so they didn’t know what to think of you. You were quiet as he spoke, standing to his side, chest puffed out and proud. You occasionally joined in dance numbers and ate with the troop, but other than that you weren’t necessarily acknowledged. For all the Baudelaires knew, you could be just as horrible as your father.

After the dinner that went terribly wrong, the three were in the attic. Klaus was holding his cheek that was slightly bruised due to Count Olaf slapping him at the table, he was sat against the wall. Violet was across the room putting Sunny to sleep. There was silence in the air, nothing but the sounds of crickets since their window wouldn’t close that night.

Through the silence, soft footsteps were barely heard, they were drawing near the room the Baudelaires were in. Violet turned her head quickly and stood in front of the makeshift area they made for Sunny and Kalus stood in front of the door, waiting for Olaf to enter the room.

The door slowly and quietly opened and your head peeked in to see if they were asleep. The two eldest Baudelaires were still on guard, but their defense lowered a bit when they saw it was just you.

“Oh, you guys are awake, good.” You told them, walking into the room and shutting the door quietly. Klaus and Violet looked at each other, having a silent conversation but neither had an answer for why you were there.

You cleared your throat, bringing attention back to you. You danced on your heels slightly, “If you guys are done with,” You waved your hand towards them, “whatever it is you guys are doing.” You finished, sighing a bit, “I brought a med kit.”

Klaus’s eyes narrowed at you but Violet gave you a weak smile. “A med kit?” She asked, smoothing her dress, walking to you. You nodded and handed it to her awkwardly, looking to the floor, “Dinner was quite brutal…so I snuck it out of my fathers bathroom.” You mumbled, kicking the wood on the ground a bit.

Violet's smile was soft towards you, as were her eyes. She took the medicine kit from your slightly trembling hands, “Thank you.” She told you gently, trying to catch your eyes. When you met her eyes you just looked away, rubbing your neck. “That was all really, I’ll be in my room.” You announced, turning to the door.

“Why are you helping us?” Klaus’s voice asked quietly as to not wake the whole house with how he was fuming, but you could tell he was angry with how sharp his words were. He had every right to be angry, you were their age and you haven’t done anything.

You stayed turned, tilting your head as you nodded, blinking back some tears they couldn’t see. “You guys don’t know how to live here.” You whispered out, inhaling deeply, breath staggering. “I do, I have.” You continued on, hugging yourself, “Just do what he says and be quiet.” You finished your sentence and you were met with silence. You put your hand on the handle but you were stopped with a hand on your shoulder.

It was gentle, turning you around to face them. Violet looked at you sadly, “This place is horrible, he treats everyone terribly.” She told you, brows furrowed, lips parted.

You licked your lips with a weak smile, “He’s my father, you don’t have to tell me how he acts.” You spoke with a huff of a laugh, sucking at your teeth slightly. Violet shook her head, “Then, why do you stay?” She asked you, taking her hand off your shoulder to clasp her own in front of her.

Silence once again other than the crickets outside. You smiled at them, “I have nowhere else to go.” You spoke simply with a shrug, sniffling. Klaus’s harsh expression softened and Violet frowned at you, but you didn’t give them any time to speak, “Goodnight.” You told them, rushing out of the room quietly back down the stairs.

A few days later, you didn’t speak to the Baudelaires. Any time they tried you would stare at them wide eyed and blank, tilting your head as if you were programmed. When they realized they weren’t getting through to you, they gave up and went on with their days.

You were now sitting in the dining room with the Baudelaires, well the two oldest ones, and you were extremely confused. You knew the three had run around between the neighbors house and shopping but you paid no attention to it, nor did you involve yourself in their affairs. So why were you there?

Count Olaf looked at the three of you, “Oh and where is Sunny?” He asked, grinning widely but the other two at the table snarled. “What did you do with our sister?!” Klaus yelled, hitting his fist on the table. Violet glared at the man at the head of the table, “Give her back now!”

You stared at them, looking between the two and your father with parted lips. When you saw the wicked look in your fathers eyes, your mouth widened a bit and your eyes teared up. “No…” You whispered, rushing out the room to go outside.

The Baudelaires noticed you left the room in a rush but they didn’t know why. Olaf gestured his arm to where you went, “Follow the leader.” He spoke slowly and the Baudelaires rushed out to the backyard where you were standing, staring upwards.

You knew it was weird that there was a cage hanging from the forbidden tower, you should’ve immediately connected the dots but you just couldn’t believe he would do something like…this.

The Baudelaires demanded Count Olaf to take her down but he refused, threatening to kill her if Violet didn't play the role of the bride and sign the wedding construct during the play. Klaus couldn’t step in to help, because then Sunny would be killed if he tried.

They complied and you stood, quiet.

They still tried to get their sister that night but were locked in a room by the hook handed man who had walkie talkies to keep Count Olaf in the loop, so they wouldn’t try anything.

You knew everything your father plotted, he wasn’t exactly quiet about it. This time around, he walked into your room with a gentle smile, “Angel.” He spoke, the nickname he hadn’t called you since your mother was alive and that was when you were around two.

He sat next to you on your bed, rubbing your back slowly as you stared out to the wall, “Tomorrow is the play.” He hummed, and you nodded, sniffling a bit. “Do you need me to do something for it?” You asked him almost hesitantly, but you knew never to hesitate in front of him.

Your father shook his head, repeating his ‘no’ excessively. “You just sit backstage, be quiet, and just let me do my work.” He mumbled, pulling you into a small hug. “We’ll be rich, we’ll be happy, just how I wanted us to be before your mother…” He trailed off, gently rubbing your neck. You didn’t hug back, you sat awkwardly as he continued to speak.

He told you how you had your mothers smile, how you reminded him of her. In those moments he was soft, it was those moments you held onto. You held onto them before at least, now you couldn’t even bear to look at him. You turned your head from him, tearing yourself from his side as he spoke and he rolled his eyes, walking away. He muttered a small “Exactly like your mother.” before he left you alone in your bedroom.

You knocked on the door and the hook handed man had no reason not to let you in. You stared at the two Baudelaires with a frown, they didn’t even look at you.

“You’re not plotting.” You spoke bluntly, sitting in front of them. Klaus looked up at you before looking back down, completely silent. Violet sighed, “We can’t do anything, Sunny will be hurt-”

“No, she’ll be killed!” Klaus cut in harshly, glaring at you as if you set the whole thing up.

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. You inhaled through the nose, patting your chest a bit to rid the pain in your chest. You looked at Violet slightly, glancing at the hook handed man who wasn’t paying attention. You leaned in, “What’s your dominant hand?”

The next day was the ‘play’, many people were there. Justice Strauss, the neighbor across the street, was going to play the judge, which made the marriage legally binding. The play was going on just as planned and as they got to the marriage Violet sucked in a breath, forced to sign the paper of the marriage.

Count Olaf grinned with all his teeth barred, turning to the audience and explaining how the marriage was legally binding and real. Mr. Poe and Justice Strauss were shocked, they objected, but…they couldn’t do anything the damage was done. The Baudelaires now had to transfer their parents' fortune to Count Olaf, the evil man who did everything to get his hands on their money.

Count Olaf spoke into the walkie talkie, telling the hook handed man to bring the baby, Sunny, to the stage.

That was until you walked onto the stage, “Actually…” you began, tilting your head as you stood next to Violet. “Violet?” You looked over to her smugly, and she turned to you, blinking her eyes innocently. “Yes?” She asked, tilting her head at you.

“What hand is your dominant hand?”

“Oh, well that would be my right.” She answered with a sweet smile and you blinked, hand on your chest as you gasped. The conversation is quite confusing to everyone around you, but when you looked at your father he just looked livid. His brows were in a v shape, he didn’t know what you were doing but his gaze told you to ‘stop’...you didn’t.

“But…didn’t you just sign with your left hand?” You asked, terribly acting out your point.

“I did indeed.”

You nodded and smiled, “That makes the marriage not legally binding, since she has to sign in her own hand, and that wasn’t her dominant.” You explained to the crowd who murmured around a bit.

Justice Staruss agreed with you, it was a small loophole but a loophole nonetheless. The marriage wasn’t legally binding, it wasn’t real.

Count Olaf looked around with clear stress in his features, sweat dripping down his face as he nervously laughed. He went to tell his men to drop the baby, but she appeared on stage, carried by the hooked man, and Count Olaf was to be arrested.

He looked at you with dark but saddened eyes, “You are a terrible actor.” He told you, jaw tightened as his eyes narrowed.

You sniffled, eyes filling with tears as you stared up at him, shaking your head, “I am my fathers child.” You answered, voice hoarse.

His eyes widened as his scowl softened, “You are not my child after this.” He told you, walking backwards as people began to get out of their seats to go after him. Count Olaf was shaking his head at you, “Your mother would be so disappointed in you.”

Those were the last words he said to you before the lights all shut off and when they were back on, he was gone. Your fath….Count Olaf had left you, you were now an orphan.

You now could finally breathe without struggling.

#asoue #asoue x reader #count olaf #count olaf x reader #count olaf x reader platonic #platonic #platonic fic #familial #family #father!count olaf #child!reader #a series of unfortunate events x reader #a series of unfortunate events

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bellarkeselection · 1 year

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Hi, I’ve just been really depressed, can I ask a female reader being saved and comforted by Spencer Dutton? Maybe a little longer then usual? Thank you so much!

Hi anonymous reader I am not sure when this was sent in so I am sorry that you had to wait. My first week back at college has been busy ❤️

Knight In a Cowboy Hat

Heading into town on horseback I could see a fight breaking outside a dinning hall between some of the hunters and the ones who we called city foke who just wanted to praise the hunters on a good or bad job. Today was one of the bad ones dismounting my horse I rested a hand on the time handheld pistol clipped to my belt. "What seems to be the trouble today, boys. Can't decide whether you’re rooting for the kill or find it horrible yet again?" One of the men turned to me spitting in my face making me grab a hold of my hat as I stumbled backwards a little in my boots. "Be quite women. Hunting is a man's talk not yours. Did you’re mother not raise you right you certainly shouldn’t carry a weapon.” Wiping his spit off my face as I turned my hands into fists at my sides raising my head up to the man since he is taller than me. “My mother raised me just fine thank you. This world is about survival so I’m sorry if you take offense to it.”

Turning on my heels I attempted to walk away but the man grabbed me by my jacket yanking me back slapping me across the face harshly. “You talk with the mouth of a man but you’re a dumb woman to think we’re done with this conversation. You ride here on a horse so you’re clearly a ranchers daughter so go back to that house and tend to it.” He growled in my face before I raised my right hand punching him which resulted in the two of us going into a fist fight. There are a few men on his side who charge at me hitting me in the gut and the others who did agree with hunting managed to pull some off me. My hair was a reck and I was bleeding from my nose and my left arm when the man who started the fight shoved me down onto the floor. “Listen here little rancher girl, don’t pick a fight you can’t win. Hunting is a man’s nature. Yours is to carry children!” He had his hand around my throat with my hands trying to pull him away thankfully before I blacked out a gun sounded off causing the circle of men to break away from me making room for another hunter to come towards us.

“Stay out of this, Dutton. She needs to know her place.” The man holding my throat spat up to the man. I recognized the family name saying that he was one of the very best hunters around Africa. The Dutton hunter instead sat his shotgun on the table beside us punching the man in the jaw knocking him onto his back. “That’s no way to treat a lady. I’d suggest you watch your mouth, sir.” The Dutton man turned my direction as I sat up holding a hand over my nose seeing that my nose was still bleeding as he offered me his freehand gently pulling me to stand. The cowboy looked to the others who had beat me causing them to back off quickly watching us leave and go into one of the closed rooms of the inn. He has me sit down in a chair coming back with a med kit from the doctor close by. “May I?” He asked in a much softer tone then he gave the men outside gesturing to my injured arm and nose.

Nodding my head yes slowly he picked out two clean cloth’s handing one to me so that I could hold it underneath my nose to stop the bleeding. The Dutton removed his tan cowboy hat sitting it on the table beside us with his shotgun. “Thank you for helping me with those assholes. When will they learn that some times have to change.” He nodded picking up a needle and thread attempting to close up the cut on my arm but he wasn’t used to healing up wounds. “Some people don’t want to change. I’m Spencer can I know your name?” He asked me sitting down the needle noticing that the bleeding had stopped. Giving him a smile I throw my arms around his neck hugging him where he froze for a second hugging me back. “Sorry uh - I’m Y/n. It’s just I never thought I would find someone like you.” He breaks the hug tucking hair behind my ear. “I’m glad I could be your um…knight in a cowboy hat.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#spencer dutton x reader #spencer dutton #brandon sklenar #1923 request #yellowstone 1923 #1923 #1923 series #1923edit #ask box is open for anything #comments really appreciated

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cloneshipping7567 · 7 months

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Romantic Confessions Part 15

Part 15/30

5. "I am so very in love with you."

Pairing: Jesse x Kix

Rating/WC: M/3,198 words.

Warnings: injuries, probably incorrect medical procedures, Jesse gets a lil high off pain stims lol.

Notes: This is my first time really trying to incorporate mandoa into one of my fics, and it's also my first time creating OC clones! Apologies for any similarities to anyone else's OC clones.

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“No, vod, the cot on the left of that one. That one is still bloody. Careful with him!” Kix groans in annoyance, applying even more pressure to the poor shiny’s leg he’s currently stitching up. He appreciates when regular troopers try and help him and his team in the med tents, but sometimes he swears they don’t have common sense. “Put him down gently, you don’t want to hurt him, do you?”

“Sorry, sir,” the not-so-helpful trooper says bashfully. “Here, Trench, scoot back a bit…”

“Kix?” Coric asks, walking over with a a med kit. Kix looks away from the mess going on in front of him to look at his fellow medic. “I can take over, if you’re needed elsewhere.”

Kix smiles gratefully, turning his attention back to his patient.“What’s your name, trooper?”

“D-don’t have one, yet. My batch called-” he grunts as his leg spasms, causing Kix to apply even more pressure. “Called me Four-Six, the last two d-digits of my number.”

Kix nods, smiling in reassurance. “Alright, Four-Six. Coric here is going to take over for me, stitch you up and give you a bacta patch. Are you ready?”

Coric opens his med pack and starts applying a band above the wound to help stem the flow for the stitches, nodding at Kix.

“Y-yeah. Thank you, sir,” he mumbles, turning his attention to Coric.

Kix slowly pulls his hands away, allowing Coric to take over. “He still needs a pain stim, do you have one?” At Coric’s affirmative, he leaves them and walks over to the pair of troopers causing havoc in his med tent. “Trench, was it?” Kix asks, politely smacking the friend’s hands away and adjusting the trooper himself.

Trench nods, grimacing in pain. “Y-yeah, that’s me. I got hit in the side with shrapnel from an explosion.” he points to his right side, and his friend awkwardly stands at the head of the cot.

Kix nods and starts to carefuly remove Trench’s upper armor pieces, and hands them to his friend just so the poor kid has something to do. “And what’s your name, vod?”

“Uh…” he looks down at the armor in his hands and then back up at Kix. “Rung, sir.”

Kix hums, grabbing his scissors and turning his attention back to the patient. “Good job bringing your friend in,” he says softly. He cuts off the upper blacks, and hisses through his teeth as he takes in the wound. At least he isn’t actively bleeding out. “Yeah, it got you real good there. Lay back and try to get comfortable, I’m going to get you a pain stim and then I’m going to remove the shrapnel and slap a bacta patch on it. I don’t think you’ll need stitches, but I’ll need to see it once the foriegn bodies out, okay?”

Trench nods, gritting his teeth together in pain. “Sounds good, doc,” he gets out.

Kix nods back and stands up again, going over to his makeshift desk in order to grab the pain stim and his tweezers and tray. He looks over the rest of his patients on the way back to Trench’s bed, making sure they’re all still stable.

“Alright,” Kix says, sitting beside the cot once more. “I’m going to give you the pain stim, and then give you a few minutes for it to kick in. Are you ready?”

Trench nods, taking in a deep breath and holding it–maybe he’s been through this before.

Kix doesn’t give him a count down, just jams the needle into Trench’s neck and winces in sympathy as he gasps. “There we go. Give it a couple minutes, you won’t feel a-”

“I’m really fine, sir, I promise. I don’t need to see the medics.” Kix looks up immediately, putting his tray and tweezers down on the bed near Trench’s legs. They all have the same voice; but he knows that one. He would know it from a hundred klicks away.

“Considering you can’t stand up by yourself, I’m going to disagree with you,” a tired voice responds, instantly recognizable as Rex’s. “You were blown out of the sky, Jess. Let the medics take a look at you.”

“Was not,” Jesse argues, hobbling into view with his arm around Rex’s shoulder, who is half carrying Jesse into the med tent. “I happened to be in a gun ship which crashed due to enemy missiles. I’m perfectly fine.”

Rex rolls his eyes and makes eye contact with Kix. “How’s it going in here, Kix?”

Kix pats Trench’s good shoulder gently, and walks over to the pair. “Well, all things considered. Almost everyone has been patched up, and most everyone who came in has already been sent back to camp. How’s clean up going, sir?” Kix steps forward and throws Jesse’s other arm over his shoulder, and puts a hand on Jesse’s chest to help him balance.

Rex adjusts his hold so he’s supporting Jesse’s back, and Jesse’s arm slides down Rex’s back until it’s resting at his side. “Mostly well. Not very many injured clones this battle, mostly just…”

Kix works his jaw, dipping his head in respect for his lost brothers. It explains why his job has been unusually calm today. The group Kix was with during the fighting was with the General and Captain Rex; naturally, less soldiers get hurt when with them. Kix himself didn’t see much more of the fighting.

“I’m really fine,” Jesse says again, once the silence has gone on just a second too long to be comfortable. “I promise. I can help with the clean up, sir.”

“Your orders are to let Kix look you over and treat any injuries you have. You can help once the CMO has cleared you for action. Am I understood, Lieutenant?”

“Sir, yes sir!” Jesse says, straightening up out of habit and wincing in pain after he has. He sinks forward into Kix’s hold, jaw clenched tightly. Kix fights back a sigh; perfectly fine. Sure.

Rex steps back, keeping his arms out just in case, as he lets Jesse get used to Kix’s support. “Good. Kix, let me know if you need any additional support.”

“Yes sir,” Kix agrees, and starts to lead Jesse back to an empty bed. “Coric, can you handle Trench when you’re done with Four-Six?”

“Yes sir, I’m almost done here. You take care of Lieutenant Jesse.” Coric doesn’t look up from his stitchwork, too focused. He isn’t one to joke around or tease while on duty; that’s saved for the barracks.

“Great,” Kix says, turning to Trench. “Is that pain stim starting to kick in yet?”

Trench slowly turns his head to Kix, as if he’s two seconds behind real time. “Oh, yeah,” Trench drawls, smacking his lips. “Take-take your time. I feel…great.”

Kix snorts and nods at him and Rung, before leading Jesse all the way to the back. There’s a curtain here Kix can draw; they’ll be in relative privacy. “You got blown out of the sky?” Kix asks softly, not wanting to be overheard.

Jesse grunts, turning his head to force a smirk in Kix’s direction. “Nah, I just happened to be in a gun ship-”

“Which was blown out of the sky,” Kix cuts him off, helping Jesse turn and sit on the cot. “Where all does it hurt? I need to know how to lay you down.”

“You know I like it on my back, baby,” Jesse says, eyes alight with mischief. Kix narrows his eyes, unamused. “Everywhere, it hurts everywhere. I do think I’m good to lay on my back, though. I think I just bruised up my left side.”

Kix hums and starts to gently manuever Jesse onto his back on the cot, ignoring his pained pants and gasps for now. “Okay. Let’s get your armor off, and I’ll look you over.”

Jesse sucks in another shaky breath, but tries to smile at Kix through his grimace. “Bet you-you would want me out of my armor-”

“Save your breath,” Kix says, rolling his eyes. “I’m going to check you for a concussion first. Look straight ahead for me?” He pulls out his flashlight and lines it up with Jesse’s eyes.

“I’d rather look at you, darling,” Jesse murmurs, but he does as he’s told and stares at the opposite wall of the tent.

“You’re so annoying,” Kix complains, but shines his light and moves it around to check. His pupils look fine, dilating normally. No concussion, at least. “Do you remember hitting your head at all?”

“I think I hit my head when I fell for you, Kixy,” Jesse says, lulling his head to the side. “But I don’tremember hitting it in the crash.”

“I am trying to triage you,” Kix says, exasperated, and leans away from Jesse. “Can you take this seriously?”

“You always worry too much,” Jesse informs him, one side of his mouth quirking up into a cheeky smile. “I’m really fine, I just got bruised up. I was really lucky.”

“I worry because you’re stupid,” Kix says bluntly, starting to gently pull Jesse’s armor off. “And you avoid medical at all costs. You could be actively dying and you would find a way to avoid letting me take care of you.”

“I take offense to that,” Jesse mumbles, trying his best to help Kix. Kix moves down to get the lower half of Jesse’s armor off and allows him to get the upper half himself. “I like you taking care of me. Especially in the bedroom. I just don’t like medical.”

Kix gives him an unimpressed look, finishing up the lower armor and moving to help with Jesse’s chest and back plate. “I am working, Jesse. Behave.”

“If I’m good, will you give me a treat?” Jesse asks, immediately disobeying. “You know how much I love su-”

“Doesn’t matter, since you’re apparently set on being inappropriate,” Kix hisses, gently smacking Jesse on the forehead. At Jesse’s affronted look, Kix smirks and starts to peel Jesse’s uppers off. “Lean forward for me, you can hold onto my shoulders if it helps.”

Jesse carefully gets himself into an almost sitting position by grabbing onto kix’s shoulder, and while he’s obviously in pain he’s still smirking at Kix. “I think I know how to ride you by now, Kix.”

Kix barks a surprised laughed, finally getting Jesse’s shirt off and helping him lay back down. “Shut up,” he hisses, but his own amused smile gives him away. “You’re impossible. Let me look at you.”

Jesse grins, rolling a bit on his good side so Kix can see part of his back as well. “See? I’m fine. Just lots of bruising, I bet.”

Kix runs his fingers gently over Jesse’s side, frowning at the coloration. “You’re bruised to hell and back,” Kix mutters, narrowing his eyes when his fingers catch. He goes back to that spot and presses gently, causing Jesse to release a whimper through gritted teeth. “And you broke a couple ribs.”

“Kix,” Jesse whispers, sucking in a gasp and wincing as he does. “Ow.”

Kix sighs sadly, moving his hands up and looking over Jesse’s arm. “You bruised your elbow pretty bad, too.” He gently moves Jesse’s arm, bending it, and frowns when the other man lets out another pained gasp. “Sprained. I’m going to wrap it up, but bacta won’t do much for this.”

Jesse hums in acknowledgement, watching Kix’s fingers as they gently explore his injuries. “What about on my back?” he asks softly.

Kix lets his eyes flit to Jesse’s, and gives him a soft smile. “Roll over a bit more for me. Are you sure you didn’t hurt your other side? You aren’t putting pressure on any injuries?”

Jesse shakes his head and rolls over so almost his entire front is on the cot. “No, my right side feels fine.”

Kix runs his fingers over Jesse’s back, pressing on some parts and ensuring the bruising isn’t too bad. He doesn’t want to miss any signs of internal bleeding. “You banged yourself up pretty good, Jesse,” Kix confirms, sighing sadly.

“My hip hurts, too,” Jesse says, looking over his shoulder at Kix. “You might have to roll down my lowers.”

A part of Kix wants to narrow his eyes and call banthashit, but the medic in Kix doesn’t want to waste any time. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls Jesse’s lower blacks down and examines the area. “Did you land on it during the crash at all?”

“Kind of. I mostly just landed on my left side, which is why it’s all bruised.” Jesse shifts a bit, wincing as his arm brushes over his ribs.

Kix runs his fingers over the bruises, sighing again. “I don’t think you have any cuts or internal bleeding. I think you just need a pain stim and rest. The ribs are going to be your biggest problem, but you’re going to be sore all over for at least a week.”

“Move your fingers a little and you could leave me a more satisfying kind of sore,” Jesse whispers, smiling and reaching down to brush their fingers together.

Kix sighs heavily, pulling Jesse’s lowers back up and glaring at him. “Seriously, Jesse?”

Jesse only chuckles breathily, rolling over onto his back and wiggling to try and relieve as much discomfort as he can. “Worth a shot.”

Kix rolls his eyes and walks over to his desk, grabbing another pain stim. He jams it into Jesse’s neck without warning, earning a squawk of indignation for his efforts. “Let that kick in, I’m going to check on my more well behaved patients.”

Jesse pouts, his right arm wrapping around his body to rest lightly over his broken ribs. “But I’ll miss you,” he whines.

Kix shakes his head, but he can’t stop the small smile from forming on his lips. “You’ll live, I’ll only be gone a few minutes. Call if you need anything-but remember Coric is here, and he might check on you instead.”

Jesse tries to give a put on sigh, but winces at the pressure on his ribs. “I guess I won’t expose myself, then.” he grunts, rolling his eyes.

Kix doesn’t dignify the sarcasm with a response, just leaves and checks on the other vode who need his attention. Most of the troopers have fallen asleep, aided by pure physical exhaustion and the pain stims. He makes his way towards the entrance, and sees Coric is carefully pulling the shrapnel from Trench. “How’s it going here, Coric?”

“Good,” his fellow medic says without looking up. “Four-Six is all patched up, and I’m letting the bacta do its job. How’s the lieutenant?”

“Bruised very badly, broke some ribs and sprained his elbow. Nothing to be done except to administer pain stims.” Kix looks over at Four-Six, smiling at the way he’s fallen asleep with his mouth hanging open. “Lucky, all things considered.”

“I asked the captain, and no one else in the gunship made it out.” Coric does look up at that, dropping a piece of metal into the tray.

Kix feels his heart start to beat harder and faster, at just the idea of Jesse having died today. If the ship had exploded on impact with the ground, as they often do; or if he had been sucked out of the ship and fallen to the ground himself; if no one had searched the ship for survivors-

“Breathe, sir,” Coric says softly. “You just checked him over. He’s fine.”

Kix swallows thickly and realizes he’s holding his breath. He slowly pushes the air out through his nose, nodding once to Coric. “This was a-a hard won battle. Too many casualties.”

Coric nods in agreement. “I can handle things from here. Go get some rest, I’ll wake you up for your shift.”

Kix takes one last sweeping look around the tent, and nods at Coric again. “Thanks, vod,” he mumbles, before heading back to the curtained off section of the tent.

Jesse sluggishly looks up at Kix, and a dopey grin spreads out across his face. “Heeeeey baby,” he greets, just a bit too loud, considering where they are.

Kix lets out a soft laugh, closing the curtain and sitting beside the cot. “Shush, you’re being too loud.”

“Let’em hear me,” Jesse argues, reaching down and grabbing for Kix’s hand. Kix takes mercy and curls their fingers together. “They’ll just know how…how…yeah.”

Kix laughs and brings Jesse’s hand to his lips to kiss. “They’re trying to sleep, love. They need to rest too.”

“I don’t need rest. I just need you,” Jesse says, his eyes warm and full of affection. “You’re perfect.”

Kix ducks his chin and smiles, leaning on the cot. “You’re only saying that because of the pain stim.”

“Nuh uh,” Jesse argues, squeezing Kix’s hand. “I’m only saying it because-because it’s true and it should be said. You should know it.” He smiles again, using his other hand to run his fingers over Kix’s hair as far as he can reach. “You’re so pretty, Kix. You have cool hair.”

Kix snorts, scooting closer so Jesse doesn’t put any pressure on his broken ribs. “Are you feeling better?”

“Mhm,” Jesse confirms, his eyes roving over Kix’s face with such intensity it almost brings a flush to his cheeks. “You fixed me.”

Kix shakes his head fondly, resting his head on Jesse’s chest on his good side. He plays with Jesse’s fingers, keeping his hand in both of his. “Good, I’m glad you aren’t hurting as much.”

Jesse runs the fingers of his right hand gently over Kix’s hair, smiling down at him. “Oh, gods, Kix.” Kix frowns, ready to get up and force him to lay still and rest if he’s in pain. But then Jesse laughs and runs his fingers down the side of Kix’s face. “I am so very in love with you. It’s like my heart is gonna burst out of my chest just to get to you.”

Kix laughs at that, sneakily pressing two fingers to the pulse in Jesse’s wrist just to make sure his heart rate is actually normal. “Jesse…”

“I love you so much, Kix,” he whispers, his eyes starting to droop. “You’re so perfect, and you make me so happy, and all I ever wanna do is be with you. I love you.”

Kix is definitely blushing now. He leans forward and connects their lips softly, just to make him stop talking. Jesse obviously finds it hard to kiss back, but Kix doesn’t really mind. He moves their lips together, and adjusts for Jesse’s clumsy attempts to reciprocate. Jesse’s fingers curl over Kix’s hair, and he squeezes Kix’s fingers with his other hand.

Kix smiles and pulls back, rubbing their noses together gently before pulling back further. “I love you too, Jess. More than anything.”

Jesse beams at him, like Kix personally hung all the stars in the sky, and sighs happily. “Kix.”

“Go to sleep, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.” With a new pain stim, he doesn’t add.

“Don’t let go of me,” he mumbles as his eyes fully slip closed. “Hold my hand.”

“I will,” Kix promises, kissing Jesse’s jaw before resting his head back on Jesse’s chest.

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ryderastrea · 2 years

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first times

Date: March 12, 2022 Time: Evening Location: Kor'Sel'Koo Notes: no actual smut involved, just some implications.

News that the Prosperity and the Bat Ray were both on Kor'Sel'Koo traveled fast. Both ships were in need of new supplies, and there was a vague agreement to let each other be until they were stocked up and ready to leave. In the meantime, the crew was told they were still free to explore the town, but to tread carefully.

Usually Ryder would just stay on the ship to avoid running into Julia or Kenna, since both women majorly intimidated him, but between his sleeping pod and the med bay, he was beginning to go stir crazy. When it was clear no one would need medical help today, he went back to his sleeping pod to change out of his smock and into one of his “flashier” outfits–leather pants, combat boots, and lacey black top. They didn’t want to draw attention to themself, but they also figured if they looked intimidating enough, they might be left alone. It was a naïve thought, but there was no one there to talk him out of it.

He wandered into town, both trying not to openly stare at everyone he passed on the way, but also trying to watch his own back. Timid or not, he was raised by Alisz Astrea, and he knew how to watch out for signs of danger. He stopped in front of a small shop advertising genuine handmade Ly'Daesun jewelry and slipped inside, hoping to find a new pair of earrings or maybe some rings.

The shop was quaint but beautiful, stocked full of gorgeous jewelry made from polished woods. It reminded him of that brief time he made his own crown and pretended to be a Far'Ly'Dae until his mum suggested he stop in case he offended a real Far'Ly'Dae. He never really quit the habit of pretending to be someone else, he was just better at hiding it now.

Ryder picked up a pair of earrings and held them up to his earlobe as he peered into the mirror on the display. The wood was carved into the shape of leaves and they hung low enough to reach his jaw. Suddenly, a hand appeared in his reflection, holding a different pair of circular wooden earrings with an intricate design carved into them.

“Actually, I think these suit you better,” a deep voice said from beside them, causing Ryder to startle and look up at the intruder with wide eyes.

The man was taller than him by a few inches, and one of the most handsome people he ever saw. He had soft hair that framed his face in a way that made his chiseled jawline stand out, full lips, and bright green eyes that hinted at something a little less humanoid, but Ryder had no real way of telling what his true appearance was. This one, however, made him a little breathless.

“Sorry,” the man said with a soft laugh when they didn’t say anything. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just saw you looking and thought these would look nice on you. I’m Leo.”

“Uhm–I’m Ryder,” he finally choked out and ducked his head to hide the furious blush on his cheeks. “Thanks.”

“Here, look up,” Leo instructed gently and waited for Ryder to lift their flushed face to hold the earrings up, shifting his gaze from the earrings to his eyes. “One violet eye and one brown eye,” he mused with a thoughtful expression. “Are you…”

“A hybrid,” he answered for him, clearing his throat awkwardly. “My mum’s an erkuss and my dad’s a human. You’re–uhm–you look–what are you?” He stumbled over the question, unsure how to ask it without sounding rude. He thought he failed, but Leo only grinned down at him.

“I’m a Far'Ly'Dae,” he told them. “I look a little different without this,” he explained as he gestured to the sformer.

“I bet you’re still handsome though,” Ryder blurted out before slapping a hand over their mouth in shock. “Oh no. I’m sorry. It’s just–you’re–well, Ly'Daesun are so beautiful. I should go,” Ryder winced as he dropped the earrings back on the display and made a beeline for the door, but before he could reach it, a hand grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“It’s okay. I really don’t mind,” Leo chuckled as he gently tugged Ryder closer to him.

“No, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s a stereotype, and like way too forward–”

“Well, it’s not like you’re not gorgeous yourself,” Leo interrupted with a pointed look. “You were the first thing I noticed when I came into the store.”

Ryder was going to die. He was going to drop dead right on this floor in Kor'Sel'Koo, and then Robin would have to tell their parents that his twin brother died from humiliation and being overwhelmed by a handsome man. This kind of thing had never happened to him before. He was always too shy to pursue anything or too quiet to earn this kind of attention, but for some reason Leo seemed interested in him. Maybe, it was a trick.

“No way. You’re lying,” Ryder exclaimed before he could stop himself once again, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“I’m not,” Leo gave him a perplexed look and let out a slightly more nervous laugh. “I can’t be the first person who told you that before.”

He wasn’t, but they usually heard it from their crew mates who only viewed them as a friend or a little brother. Never from suave, beautiful strangers who talked so smoothly. It felt like a trap, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued. The attention was scary, but also nice. He always wanted to be wanted after all.

“I guess not,” he murmured as he freed his wrist from Leo’s gentle grip. “It’s the first time in a jewelry shop though.”

“I could try telling you somewhere else too. Like at the park down the street?” The Far'Ly'Dae smirked, green eyes sparkling with what looked like fond amusement.

A surprised laugh bubbled from his lips. It was cheesy enough to cringe, but he still found it so endearing his heart was pounding in his chest. He didn’t know Leo at all, and he shouldn’t follow a stranger to a bar, but he found himself nodding in agreement anyway, mustering out a small, “okay.”

“Okay, great. Let’s go,” Leo nodded towards the door before pausing, reaching for the earrings he picked out for Ryder earlier, “but first we’re getting these. That wasn’t just a line, you know.” Ryder parted his lips to protest, but his new…friend? was already getting in line to pay.

After his new earrings were dangling elegantly from his earlobes, the two made their way to the park. Ryder noticed for the first time that there was a gun in the holster fastened around Leo’s hip, but he didn’t think too much about it. He used to carry one at home too, he should probably carry one now, but he rarely did now that he was a medic.

The park was quiet. Probably too quiet to be there with someone he just met, but Ryder was already being stupid, so he might as well just go all out. If this took a turn for the worse, at least he was trained in close combat. He just…cried a little whenever he got punched, because it hurt so bad.

Leo didn’t look like he was trying to lead him to his doom though. In fact, he settled on a bench in the middle of the park, where anyone could pass by if they decided to go on a stroll. It made Ryder feel safe, but they also appreciated the bit of privacy they had.

For a moment they just sat there and enjoyed the quiet. Ryder steadily avoided looking at Leo, choosing to take in the scenery instead. It was refreshing to be off the ship and be able to hear his own thoughts for once. He loved his crew, they helped him come out of his shell, but they were still overwhelming at times. His thoughts were interrupted when Leo finally spoke up again, keeping his voice soft to fit the atmosphere.

“Do you paint?” he asked, gesturing to Ryder’s paint-stained fingers.

He was ready to lie as always–claim that he had to help with the upkeep of the ship before realizing he didn’t have to. The chances he would ever see Leo again were low, and he wasn’t going to tell his mum on them.

“Yeah,” he nodded as he hesitantly met Leo’s gaze, “and dance. Dancing more than painting, but I love both. Painting is how I usually wind down.”

“Really?” Leo grinned, and Ryder was a little taken aback by how genuinely interested he seemed. “I wish I could see that. I’m terrible at both of those things, but I’m an alright singer?”

And that was about how it went for the next several hours, talking about anything and everything. Ryder told him a little about his life on Kraysha and his family, while Leo recounted his travels and answered questions they had about Ly'Daesun. Somehow they never managed to mention their jobs or what they were both doing on Kor'Sel'Koo, but it didn’t seem important in that moment.

It wasn’t until Ryder checked the time that he realized how long they’d been there. If his crew wasn’t out drinking, they were probably already asleep. “Wow, it’s so late,” he breathed a laugh as he pushed himself to his feet. “I didn’t even realize. I guess…we should go?”

It came out uncertain, because he didn’t want to. He had a feeling if he left now he would never see Leo again, and the thought was sad. He almost never felt so comfortable around a stranger before. Leo didn’t even really feel like a stranger anymore, but a friend. A very, very attractive friend that made his heart race.

“Before you go,” Leo said as he joined Ryder on his feet, his eyes boring into theirs intensely. “I know we probably won’t see each other again, but can I kiss you? It’s okay if you say no, I’ve just been thinking about it since the jewelry store.”

Ryder’s breath hitched in his throat as his pulse roared in his ears, his hands suddenly trembling with nerves. He never kissed someone before, but he really, really wanted to, especially if it was with Leo. It was so unlike him, they just met, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be special like he always wanted.

Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, he gave a jerky nod and shakily whispered “yeah.”

The Far'Ly'Dae stepped closer and gently cupped his cheeks like he was someone precious to him. Ryder’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, but the closer Leo got, the harder it was. He let his eyes flutter shut when Leo’s breath ghosted over his lips, and a moment later, their lips softly brushed against each other. Ryder breathed a strangled noise and reached for the man’s hip, hesitantly kissing him back. He felt clumsy and awkward, but it was still somehow perfect.

It was too soon when Leo started to pull back, and in a fit of desperation to keep him close, Ryder surged forward to kiss him firmly, throwing his arms haphazardly around the taller man’s neck. Leo grunted in surprise, but quickly melted into it, hugging him around his slim waist and pulling him close. The kiss grew heated surprisingly quickly, and the next thing Ryder knew he was pressed against a nearby tree as Leo lips trailed along the curve of his neck.

He didn’t know what had gotten into him, he just knew he wanted more. He wanted to explore everything with Leo. It felt right, and things almost never felt right to Ryder, so he didn’t want to let this opportunity pass him by. When Leo pulled back and asked if he wanted to go further, he nodded without hesitation, biting his lip as he stared up at the man with glassy eyes.

“Can we go to yours?” Leo asked, his voice deeper and huskier than before.

“I don’t think we should. I’m staying on a ship, and I only have a sleeping pod…”

“On a ship?” Leo asked, pulling back slightly to give him a surprised look. “As in the Prosperity?”

“Yeah, I’m one of their medics. Why? Oh–” Ryder gasped when he made the connection. “You’re on from the Bat Ray, aren’t you?”

Leo grimaced with a nod before patting his holster, “Gunner.”

There was a beat of awkward silence as they both seemed to weigh their options. It wasn’t a good idea by any means, but it wasn’t against any rules. Ryder would just never tell anyone about this, and it would be fine, right? If he was smart, he would walk away, but he wasn’t. He was needy, lonely, and totally smitten with the guy who flirted with him in the jewelry shop.

“Well, I don’t care if you don’t,” he whispered hesitantly.

Leo gave him a relieved grin and shook his head, “I don’t. Hotel then?”

---------------------------------------------------

The next morning, Ryder woke alone. Their hand landed on the cold, empty pillow beside them before they hesitantly opened their sore eyes. Shivering, he sat up with a slight wince, tugging at the sheet to cover his naked body before peering over the night stand to see if Leo left a note. Nothing. It was almost like he imagined Leo. The only reason Ryder knew he didn’t just dream the night before was the love bites on his chest and the slight ache in his body.

Well, he knew he wasn’t going to see him again when he decided to do this.

...so, why was he so sad?

#this is long but also so rushed lol #selfpara #first times

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issdisgrace · 4 months

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WARNINGS: Wounds, stitches, and thats like it. It's not graphic or anything so don't worry.

A/N: I know this is short, but I still hope you guys like this.

I was looking through some files, trying to find anything useful, when I hear a yell followed by a shot. My heart drops, Keegan. Dropping what I was looking at, I sprint down the hall to where Keegan was. Turning the corner there he is leaning on the wall clutching his neck, a man dead in front of him.

“Oh my god Keegan.” I rush over to him. “What happened?”

“The fucker snuck up on me a tried to cut my throat. Put the bitch down.”

“Sit down. I got to get you patched up before you bleed to death.”

“I’ll be fine, babe.”

“Sit the fuck down, Keegan.” He sighs, sliding down the wall onto the floor. I grab my radio and click it on.

“Keegan is down. I repeat, Keegan is down.”

“Copy that me and Logan are on our way over.”

Not bothering to respond, I bend down next to Keegan. I pull out my med kit and quickly discard my normal gloves for latex ones. I gently pry his hand away from his neck. The cut is long but thankfully not too deep. I let out a sigh of relief. Taking out disinfect I open it.

“I’m sorry.” I say before pouring it into the wound. Keegan lets out a pained hissed at the feeling.

“I’m sorry, baby. But I got to do this. Hold still and I’ll get you stitched up as quick as possible.” He just weakly nods as I get out the stuff to stitch him up. I disinfecting everything just in case and I start to stitch up Keegan’s neck. He groans out in pain as I try to work quickly. My hands trembling every so slightly and I hope to the gods I don’t fuck this up. I manage to get through it and finish the last stitch. I pour disinfect over the stitches before taking a bandage and wrapping it around the wound.

“Thank you.” Keegan says quietly.

“I’m doing my job.”

“Patching me up isn’t your job.”

“Yes, it is. You’re my boyfriend. Now rest. We still got a minute before Logan and Hesh get here.”

“You worry too much, but I love you.”

“I love you too, Keegan.” He leans forward and gives me a kiss. I smile and kiss him back, happy that he wasn’t going to be dying on me or anything. I hear a cough from beside us and I pull away, turning my head to see. Logan and Hesh.

“Everyone all good,” Logan asks.

“Yeah, got Keegan stitched up. It was better than I thought he should recover.”

“Woo, I’m not going to die,” Keegan says. I slap his thigh and scold him. Keegan grumbles something under his breath that I didn’t catch.

“Alright love birds evac is 10 minutes out. We got to get going.” I nod and quickly pack my stuff up. My knees pop as I get up, causing the three to snicker. I just shake my head and reach my hand out for Keegan and help him up. Keegan gives me a quick kiss before the four of us hurry off to where evac will be. I silently thank the gods that we are alright as we get to the evac location without no one else getting hurt.

#keegan russ #cod #keegan russ x male reader #keegan russ x reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader

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catch-the-wind · 3 years

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when reader is sick hc's p2

PART 2 IS FINISHED WHOO

here's a link to part 1 uwu

so i'm still brainrotting over this and i would like to date almost every character rn~ i probably won't add more to this unprompted but if anyone wants a part 2 just shoot me an ask! <3

tags: gn!reader, xiao x reader, zhongli x reader, ningguang x reader, beidou x reader, kazuha x reader, amber x reader, keqing x reader, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader, thoma x reader

xiao

this man is so awkward goodbye

he’s really popping into the kitchen of wangshu inn like mr. smiley yanxiao i need an order of almond tofu and uhh whatever the hell it is sick people eat

asks cloud retainer if there’s a medicinal thing she’s created and hey can you fix my s/o

meanwhile his s/o is like xiao- xiao- XIAO- it’s a COLD i’ll SURVIVE, stop leaving me to find solutions and just come cuddle

so xiao cuddles <3 he’ll read to his partner but it’s likely he’s also just sitting there in silence holding his s/o

he likes the companionship, doesn’t talk much. comfy silence all around

his partner probably falls asleep on him at some point but he’s okay with it

he probably watches his partner while they rest and he’s super frowny because he hates seeing them in pain :(

but also the gentle forehead kisses while his partner rests <3

he tells zhongli that he needs time to be with his s/o while they’re ill. he makes it sound like his partner is dying which is...overdramatic but also he just wants to dote on them and make sure they’re okay

he asks verr goldet what things a sick person might want while his partner rests and then he tries to kinda sorta subtly ask for help getting them

tries to dote on his partner subtly but he’s so grumpy all the time LOL

n e ways he gives his partner smooches and cuddles and that’s all that matters uwu

zhongli

he doesn’t even have to really say it to hu tao, she just knows he’s about to ask for a few days off. he does ask, ofc bc he’s following the protocols of social etiquette

he goes to his partner’s home or they’re in his for the entire time they’re sick

has a shopping list of foods for a sick person, also gets tea

has no mora to purchase anything on his shopping list so he hits up tartaglia LMAO

tartaglia comes w zhongli just to visit zhongli’s s/o

hu tao also comes to visit zhongli and co but he’s so wary of her because is she about to pull a prank- really she just brings him some tea he likes and wishes his s/o well <3 she probably sings to them too but it’s a little creepy if you listen to the lyrics LOL

this man is not reading his partner stories, they’re getting histories, pov morax. he knows so many little details that are lost in time but are kept safely in his memories

the man works out, tell me otherwise. he may choose his own body and he knows he has cake but the man works out and trains. he’s a god of WAR and he keeps himself in good shape. n e way he works out in the living room or backyard while his s/o is sick and he trains w just a shirt and pants and he’s so pretty aHEm i think my asthma is acting up again hang on

okay but muscles rippling and you can see it through the clothes that aren’t even that tight BUT BRO WHY ARE YOU GRUNTING SO MUCH PLEASE NO ONE ELSE DOES

would probably get his partner toys and such and one of them is a little dragon <3 give it smooches every day

he’s distracted when he answers hu tao or the adepti because he’s thinking ab his partner instead

ningguang

the frown on her face when she finds out PHEW

she takes her partner’s temperature with the back of her hand and she’s all frowny all day. ganyu is lowkey concerned bc what’s the matter with lady ningguang-

her partner stays in ningguang’s home and she’s working from home for a while <3 there are millelith guards and members of the qixing popping into her home office and even beidou once or twice. bei is also worried ab ning’s partner, but she’s doing the hearty slap on the back and the “get well soon!”

ningguang ordering food from wanmin and xiangling personally delivering it <3 xiangling and guoba are both showing up with some hot soup and guoba is there for cuddles pls he’s so cute

ningguang will read to her partner, probably tells them about her day and entertains small talk until they fall asleep

she cooks some of her qiankun mora meat and tries to make her partner soup <3 the millelith and the qixing have never seen their tianquan in a kitchen working before but she would only ever do it for the people she loves

keqing is in the corner quietly shipping while munching golden shrimp balls goodbye

i think ningguang respects ganyu too much to force her to run around for stuff but ganyu probably likes ning’s partner enough to do it anyway

ning and cuddles and temple kisses and she won’t give her partner smooches on the lips :( but she’s soft for them so they get cheek kisses and spooning them to sleep

beidou

she stays at her partner’s place while they’re sick because the crux might make them feel seasick instead

but she goes back and forth to the crux to get her things and take care of business and such. her crew probably loves her partner so they have things for bei to bring back <3

bei doesn’t even leave her partner’s town but she’s got sango pearls, cecilias, qingxin, cor lapis jewelry, dendrobiums (even though those are like. blood flowers. they’re pretty it’s fine) and many many fruits

xiangling comes by with food for bei and co and sticks around to hear beidou telling her partner stories about her time at sea

beidou is. she’s so buff okay. she carries her partner in and out of the room and to the living room or kitchen or brings everything to her partner and you can see how defined her muscles are bye i’m in love with her

we already know bei learned to cook a little bit from xiangling but beidou is absolutely learning to cook more while her partner is sick. xiangling is there giving her cooking lessons while beidou’s partner watches <3 bei with that look of concentration and she’s so quick with the knives too i’m- okay but her spoonfeeding her partner?? *chef’s kiss* ;)

beidou puts too much pepper in a dish and it deffo clears sinuses LMAO but she tried and it actually does taste very good if you can handle your spice 🤷‍♀️ i cannot so find me with a gallon of milk later

n e ways beidou cuddles her partner to sleep and falls asleep as soon as she knows they’re resting <3 many cuddles and many kisses, even if they insist not to because cooties will get u sick bei 🥺

visits bubu’s pharmacy to get her partner’s medicine herself but also has remedies from other places too! zhongli deffo helps her with some other gifts for convalescents so it’s historically, traditionally and socially acceptable

kazuha

is so worried omg

wherever his ass is, he’s going to his partner as soon as he finds out they’re sick. he’s so frowny and worried it’s almost cute but also,,,kazu it’s a cold, it’s FINE

he goes to collect qingxin and sweet flowers and stuff himself and makes his own poultices and soups and such <3

he shows up at his partner’s home with arms and buckets of flowers and herbs as soon as he possibly can. bei understands if he has to go tho, she gives him leave uwu

makes his partner soup and dried fish and gives them many smooches <3 they are not allowed out of bed LOL they just have to stay there and wait for him to dote on them

many many cuddles and smooches. he plays leaves and grass and recites poems for them he’s so cute <3 sigh, this man plays grass and i’m out here simping

also comes bearing gifts from wherever he was last tho. if he was on the crux, he’s probably got gifts from beidou and the crew even if they don’t really know kazu’s partner, they just know he’s happy and that’s what matters. if he’s not on the crux, his boss probably gives him leave and a gift or smth even if it’s just like a tea or a bottle of wine or smth

he’ll cuddle and be a blanket. but he’s also got fabrics that beidou picked up in inazuma and he uses that as a blanket for his partner <3

will tell his s/o stories of his childhood, his time wandering, his time with the crew, his work. anything they want to know or have questions about, he’ll tell them.

forehead kisses, temple kisses, holding his partner’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of their hand ugh i love him

deffo gets sick because he can’t deny his partner smooches on the lips smh. and then it’s his partner’s turn to play nursemaid

the crew from the crux probably drops by to check on kazoo man and co. they bring some regional delicacies and blankets and their best cold remedies with a slap on the back for kazu and a gentler pat for his partner. like w ningguang’s partner, bei probably gives kazu’s s/o a hearty slap but it’s not enough to hurt them

anyway i’m in love with him

amber

she’s so worried she’s such a sweetie omg

she goes to her partner immediately and fusses over them before they have to gently tell her that they’re fine

she goes to collect sweet flowers and stuff and goes to ohm, albedo and barbara for help making medicines and such

doesn’t want to leave her duties unattended to but jean also knows that amber wants to be with her s/o so she tells amber that she has fewer duties for her <3

jean tells kaeya to go make sure amber is doing okay and doesn’t need help or anything so he drags ohm, diluc, albedo and lisa too LOL

lisa was planning on going anyway, she just used diluc to carry her books w this opportunity <3 albedo is just treating amber’s partner w meds and potions and things and lisa takes a peek at that too

she’s so sad she doesn’t have ohm’s super cold skin so she can’t be a human cooling pack for her partner </3 but she gives them many smooches on cheeks and foreheads and temples

barely resists giving her partner kisses on the lips bc she still wants to go to work but also wants to give her partner what they need and sigh. it’s a struggle for amber

she wears pajamas and cuddles with her s/o <3

cooks her partner some (fully cooked!!) meals, not her specialty steak. but she makes soup and goes to good hunter and gets good hot food there too

keqing

wants to take some time off to help her partner feel better but also doesn’t want to leave work. ningguang probably sends her home at some point because she’s fretting and working and stop feeling so bad keqing, you have sick days

she still goes to work but she’s just taking marginally shorter days sigh, she goes home early instead but brings work home so she can do it while sitting with her partner

wears leisure clothes when at home with her partner but the fact that she has clothes she doesn’t use for work is shocking LMAO the cat ears stay tho ;) catgirl always

ganyu comes by with keqing’s work, some wanmin takeout and a card and gift for her partner <3

xiangling hears that keqing is home with her partner while they’re sick and brings food over to keqing’s. she’s got extra golden shrimp balls for keqing. AND AGAIN. GUOBA CUDDLES ❤️❤️❤️

keqing feels so bad for not doing as much work, she’s making herself almost as sick as her partner </3

ningguang comes over one night with beidou while keqing is doing work in bed while her partner is resting and she sees keqing stressed as all hell. she just gives keqing some food and tells her to actually rest. soft!ning and bei being moms god i love them

okay but keqing tucking her partner in with a sweet kiss before retreating to her work in the corner, the lamps turned to the lowest they can possibly be because keqing refuses to leave her beloved but can’t not do work

keqing trying to cook food for her partner that isn’t meant specifically for survival but for taste is so cute. she’s trying to cook golden shrimp balls and soup and stuff and she’s not bad at it! she took a single night of giving her s/o hot tea and some wanmin soup before she learned the whole cookbook so she can be the one to cook for them <3

venti

he brings his partner wine u cannot tell me otherwise

he goes to diluc’s. not the tavern but straight up dawn winery and asks diluc if he can get a bottle of wine for his s/o and please please please he’ll go fight some of those slimes for you, please? with the big 🥺 and staying outside diluc’s window to beg bye

diluc just gives him the wine with a glare but won’t make venti do the commission <3 venti legit says “thank barbatos” and gives diluc an ~ehe~ before he gets ready to glide away. he turns around and asks diluc if he’s sure he can’t do the comm but diluc just glares at him all broody~

diluc comes by to check on venti’s partner too bc where does venti live- venti is just camping out at his partner’s place for now and feeding them and giving them wine and diluc just kinda goes a little pink but glares while he says “get well soon” and leaves a windwheel aster from near the winery

venti makes soup and many vegetable/fruity foods because “they’re good for you! have some wine with that ehe”

jean comes by at some point with barbara to check on venti and co. they’ve got other foods and some hydro healing for venti’s partner <3

ohm comes over to see his friend and brings him some medicines, food and wine. he gets to witness the anemo god get all soft and squooshy for his s/o it’s so sweet

he uses anemo to entertain his partner with some gentle breezes playing through leaves <3 but he also plays his lyre for them and gives them smooches in between and during songs because he’s a god ofc he isn’t gonna get sick, pay the bard with kisses. and where’s his gratuity :( 😗

he doesn’t read to his s/o but he does tell them stories with a musical accompaniment. sometimes his partner will fall asleep so he just smiles so softly and tucks them in and continues playing his lyre at the window while they sleep <3

but also brushing his partner’s hair back and giving them a kiss on the forehead please i love my beloved kinnie

n e ways venti forehead smooches and playing the lyre for his s/o <3 no cough meds ehe, just dandelion wine and whatever ohm gave him (that was, in fact, the cough medicine)

scaramouche

bro this dude looks like he CANNOT be assed but he really cares <3<3

his work schedule doesn’t change but he’s going to his s/o’s home super often with soup and food and medicine and extra blankets

even to his partner, scara looks broody but he always looks like that LOL

tartaglia finds out where scara is going and he brings food and toys and stuff too <3 scara later has to read one of the kids books tartaglia brought and he refuses to voices but it’s very sweet anyway

scara probably asks sandrone if his doctor brother can get him some good cold medicine but would never admit that he asked ohm for help LOL. ohm shows up anyway and finds out <3

can and will cook soup but that’s all you’re getting from him. the takeout he brought is most definitely not something he made, no sir’am he would never do something as soft as cook for them. soup doesn’t count, it’s oboiling water with some added flavor, shut up tartagalicious he’s not soft

will give his partner kisses only after he thinks they’re asleep. refuses to give them any affection besides a headpat or two and maybe one hug when he shows real concern. his partner isn’t quite yet asleep one time and then feigns sleeping when they hear scara’s whispered “i love you” and he presses a kiss to their forehead 🥺❤️

he takes off his hat inside the house but will go around with a blanket around his shoulders to mock his partner smh. the blanket is on his head like a hood and he fake sniffles with an almost derisive laugh but he gives his partner a real smile at the end <3

9/10 times will never admit that he’s soft unless it’s a Very Serious Moment but he’s a squishy dood for his s/o and his s/o only

will not read or sing to his partner but he’ll sorta cuddle if they ask very nicely and many times. it’s just kind of him sitting next to them and they kind of have to muzzle before he’ll move his arm for his own comfort LMAO

will bring his partner gifts and food, a few flowers but he’ll just claim he’s delivering it from someone else with a look of fake disgust </3 maybe like two of those are actually from other ppl and not him

when his partner is actually feeling really sick, he won’t be a big smol meanie and he actually looks so concerned~ his partner means a lot to him and he doesn’t want them to feel sick or in pain so he’ll cuddle them unprompted and rub their back, run his hand thru their hair, soft forehead and temple kisses and “i’m here, baby” and “i love you” and falling asleep with his partner tucked under his chin <3 he’s actually so sweet bye 😭

thoma

thoma feels so bad when his partner is sick. it isn’t even his fault but he feels so bad because he wants to protect them, even from tiny little germs 😭 i’m sorry u can’t be my immune system thoma it’s FINE

he asks to take off work and ayaka just kinda sighs but smiles and waves a hand to dismiss him bc yes ofc you can, simp

ayato just laughs when he sees this LMAO BYE

thoma’s partner stays at his home, in his bed or a guest room (idk if he has his own place or stays w the kamisatos as their literal live-in maid but anyway)

his partner gets his care, any doctors or caretakers around ritou, the medic from the crux, the kamisato family doctor- this man is using some of his favors for medicine and then cuddling his s/o, ugh i want to date him sm

both kamisatos come by with some food for thoma and co but poor ayato can’t even keep his grin contained, poor thoma is conditioned to be nervous ab what ayato feeds him LOL

he’s cooking for his partner, legit gives them a list of options and an “anything you want, my love?”

cuddles his s/o even tho they might protest but it takes like 0.2 seconds to stop protesting bc that man is comfy

tells his partner stories about what it was like back home in mondstadt and his journey to inazuma and why he’s there as well as his stories about all the different kinds of people he’s met

taroumaru coming w kozue to the kamisato estate to get some hot tea to thoma 🥺 and the cuddles and nuzzles from this great doggo for thoma before he turns to his partner too 😭 straight up jumps in the bed and licks their faces a little before nuzzling in for a hug

n e way thoma gives a lot of hugs and kisses and cuddles and i think he’s hella touchy-feely and misses home and treasures his partner even more because of it

my beautiful red shield ❤️

#genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #ningguang x reader #beidou x reader #kazuha x reader #amber x reader #keqing x reader #venti x reader #scaramouche x reader #thoma x reader #genshin fluff #hc's #lyz.writes #part deux was fun i wanted to add more to thoma's lol #i'm so in love w him help

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sukirichi · 3 years

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overtime

You let your boyfriend release stress from working overtime.

REQUEST. med! student au / doctor! au + forbidden relationship + praising kink + dacryphilia

CONTENT/WARNINGS. praising kink, dacryphilia, face fucking, huge age gap (Nanami is like 20 years older), mentions of gloomy atmospheres expected of medical centres, gagging, mentions of previous lovemaking sessions

NOTES. ah thank you for this request anon, i’m really in love with the whole med student / doctor au ingredient cuz well...it’s sorta self-indulgent. i hope you liked this as much as i did!

The familiar stingy aroma of disinfectant looms at every corner of the wall, pressing down beneath your scrubs and deep into your scrubs. You find it ironic that the walls are always so white, barely any colour to surround the entire building. Growing up, you believe that white represents tranquillity, silence, and serenity – which is the exact opposite of what university hospitals really are.

You’re no stranger to the pained moans echoing at the ends of the hall, the sight of children with sunken cheeks playing with a cannula almost too painful to look at.

The clock above the front desks reads that it’s a little past four in the morning, and you’re beyond weary. You’ve grown used to just being high off caffeine and being satisfied with quick ten minute naps before you’re summoned again. People always ask you, why choose this profession? You could make as much money without having to be this tired, to which you always respond with a frown, claiming that it’s never about the money and actual working professionals are a lot more exhausted than you are, yet not once have they complained.

They do have their days though, and it just so happens that it’s one of your superior’s days as he tugs at your wrist, dragging you inside the nearest empty room before soft lips dive down to capture yours.

You don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him.

You’ve fooled around long enough with your superior to know it’s his scent washing over yours, that all too familiar tent growing in his pants pressing between your legs and bumping your core as a silent promise of what’s to come next. A stuttered, breathy moan immediately greets his ears when he pins your arms overhead, his lips falling into the sweet column of your neck.

It’s clear that this is wrong – both of you know this – but the pleasure and need to relieve stress in such an overwhelming environment clouds both your consciousness that neither parties pull away.

Your relationship with him started off with just curiosity.

Doctor Nanami is a well accomplished man, earning beyond money and titles in his twenty years of service in the field. He knows he looks good, knows he’s irresistible every time he comes in front of the class, looking equally dashing in either a nude suit or in white coats. Someone of his age and experience definitely is no fool to the way his bright eyed student’s gaze lingers over his lips as she stays behind in class to ask about something she doesn’t get far longer than should be necessary.

He’s an expert at the human body more than anything else – Nanami knows lust when he sees one.

And he’s always been such a kind, concerned doctor who only wants everyone to feel better that how could he say no to you, especially when you’re only so eager to suck him off under the table, getting off to the fact your pretty lips are wrapped around his thick and veiny cock?

What once starts off as a mutual agreement to use each other for pleasure while still keeping the faux professionalism to not lose face, something shifts during the stolen kisses during break times and heated touches as promises of I’ll see you later after overtimes. Private tutoring sessions turns into moments of reminiscing childhoods, hands splayed all over his chest while he tucks you in his arms, mumbling something about always have wanting to be his own version of a hero.

Things move faster than both of you realize, the titles dropped and replaced with sweethearts and good morning sir topped with a sweet, intimate smile that only he could ever know the meaning of.

It’s simple, longing, and definitely unprofessional, even more so when Nanami pushes you down on the floor, eager hands unbuckling his belt to spring his cock free. Your mouth salivates at the red pulsing tip already leaking with pre-cum, your tiny hands on its way to wrap itself around his base when Nanami takes matters into his own hands and slips his cock through your lips in one thrust.

Your back hits the wall and your eyes spring with tears, gurgled sounds of Nanami fucking down your throat lewd and dirty in the empty room. He sighs, chest panting and hands cradling your head. “You feel so good, sweetheart,” he praises, bucking his hips further inside. “Don’t know what I’d do without you here, always so ready to make me feel good.”

The moan you let out vibrates around his cock, fuelling his desire intensely.

Nanami has always been gentle with you; as a man who values time over anything else, he likes to savour each second he has with you, slow, rough hands running up and down the curve of your spine before he flicks his tongue deep within your pussy, wanting to make you cum countless times before he makes love to you. Had you both been home, he’d cradle your face and stare deep into your eyes as he fucks you, sweat tinged from the slight burrow of his brows as he commands, “Look at me. Look at me when I’m fucking you, angel.”

And you being you, you’ll remain submissive to the pleasure he’s more than glad to give you, leg wrapping around his waist all to feel the way he’s hitting deep inside your sopping cunt.

He’s impatient this time around, and you can’t blame him. You’ve barely seen each other from hours of working overtime, with you staying up late to study for finals and him barely leaving the operating rooms. You gladly let him use you like this just as he’s allowed you to cum multiple times before despite his clear order to hold back, but Nanami is a soft man at heart, unable to resist his precious lover when you’re trembling around him like that.

Nanami places a palm at the back of your head to prevent you getting fucked into the wall, his pace not slowing down a bit. He gazes at you under his lashes, cheeks hollowed and drool dribbling from the edges of your lips.

He finds you utterly filthy, a complete contrast to the well-put med-student who’s always admired and looked up to by their peers. Nanami groans as his tip hits the back of your throat, your nose pressing down on the neatly trimmed blond hairs brushed on his base. You gag around him, the tears crystallizing your cheeks. Filthy, yet still so pretty his little angel is, and for a moment, Nanami pauses, captivated by your beauty.

His cock is still pulsing inside your mouth, a thumb running across your tears to wipe them away. Nanami grabs your chin to tilt your head up, and he swears he could cum right then and there. You’re kneeling on the bleached floors, eyes wide with a tinge of innocence, tears collected in your lashes and cheeks sucked to take him in deep.

“Always so pretty for me, angel,” he coos, sliding his drenched cock out your mouth gruesomely slow, stopping only with the tip in. “Is my cock making you cry? You’ve taken me before, angel, this isn’t difficult for you now, is it?”

You hum around his cock as a response, and Nanami bucks into your mouth by accident, causing his length to slip past your walls until he’s right at your throat.

He’s big and long, his dick always having been a blessing to the both of you, but at this time, it feels more like a curse. Drips of cum paints the back of your mouth but you only grip your thigh harder, ignoring the painful throbbing of your cunt that’s so needy for him already. You remind yourself not to be selfish and focus on him instead, to your precious superior who needs you to help get his mind off things.

Eager to be of service as always, you swipe your tongue all over the ridges of his cock, making sure to press the wet muscle harder on the prominent veins. Nanami throws his head back to moan, his nails gently scraping your scalp with each thrust.

It’s hard to tell who’s setting the pace, but it becomes clear as you kneel there motionlessly, squeezing his ass instead while he relentlessly fucks your mouth. His groans are growing louder, breaths falling out of rhythm with each passing seconds. Your eyes are shut tight as you let him abuse your throat, hitting deep inside you with each precise thrust in addition to his balls slapping your chin.

Your face is sopping wet, both from drool, tears, and his cum. You stay there like a good girl, doing your best to breathe through your nose as he throbs inside you. Nanami’s words are garbled and incomprehensible, enticed to only snap his harder when he sees your tears streaming down your face and wetting your scrubs.

His length slips past inside your mouth into an impossibly deeper angle as he tugs your hair up, his knees bent just to continuously pummel against your tonsils as if it was his own winning goal. Your cries increase in volume at the way he’s losing himself in you, forgetting to watch the back of your head before he thrusts all the way, keeping you flat and frozen gagging on his cock, nose nudged against his hairs.

Nanami’s groan is accompanied by the twitching of his cock, and he cums, thick spurts of white shooting down your throat. You try to pull yourself away from him after that, thinking that he’s satisfied, but he only grips your hair harder as a warning.

Still struggling to breathe, you swallow around his thick saliva-drenched length, the mere motion of you gulping making your walls close down on him.

Nanami grunts at the oversensitivity and he pulls out, his dick growing boneless and soft.

He’s utterly spent, your drool and his cum dripping down to the floors in audible plaps. Nanami sighs as he takes sanitary wipes from the unused desk to wipe his dick clean, while you stay on the ground, palms flat beneath you as you pant for air.

You can tell you’ll have a sore throat by tomorrow because you utterly fucked, voice growing hoarse with each failed cough. Falling back onto the wall, you close your eyes, only to snap them open again when you feel something wet and warm rubbing your skin.

Nanami is in front of you, his touch gentle and eyes soft as he cleans your face, thumb absentmindedly cradling your bottom lip.

You don’t fight back the smile that matches his. Even after everything, Nanami is still your boyfriend, someone who isn’t just a good fuck to you anymore. This is only one of the reasons you’ve fallen so madly in love with him; his effortless ability to take care of others truly meritorious of him.

He dunks them into nearest bin and kisses you flat on the lips, his large hand cupping your cheeks. You sigh into the slow kiss, enjoying what little – and fleeting – time you have with him.

Nanami pulls away with a popping sound, a lovesick smile on his usually stoic expression. It makes you feel giddy and even a little shy, forgetting the fact he just fucked your skull seconds ago, but it’s rare that he lets his guard down anywhere that isn’t the comfort and safety of his home. You’re his home though, and he kisses you one last time, the gesture telling a thousand more words than he’s ever able to.

“Thank you,” he whispers, “I promise I’ll make it up to you when we’re both home.”

You don’t stop him once he finally leaves the room, his rushed footsteps to make it back to the operating room a signal for you to get back to work too. It’s already five am when you’ve made it back to your post, but instead of feeling tired, you’re a lot more energized compared to when you first got here.

Perhaps working overtime isn’t so bad after all, not when there’s always a promise you and Nanami are never leaving the bed for the free weekend.

You’ll just have to be patient.

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movedbl0g · 3 years

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Skz reacting to you being sick

A/N: I’m actually kinda sick right now (it’s just a cold so I’m still good) and this idea popped up in my head ~ i hope you guys like it!!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: sickness, slight swearing(only once)

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Chan:

We all know that he takes care of other ppl VERY well

I feel like he would check up on you frequently and bringing you the stuff you need

Would not leave your side, would try to comfort you in every way possible

“Y/n??”, Chan called through the apartment after he opened the door and saw that all the lights were turned off. He walked further into the apartment looking around , but there was no sign of you.

When he finally opened your bedroom door he saw you laying in your bed, covered in blankets with a pile of tissues besides you. As you noticed his presence,you gave him a weak smile that was probably not even visible due to the dim lights.

“Are you okay??”, Chan asked, sitting down on your bed and giving you a little kiss on the forehead. You just shook your head no while you clinged on Chan, in which he responded with a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into his lap.

He just held you for a while,his hands sliding through your hair and light kisses in your forehead from time to time.

“Do you need me to get you anything??Should i get some meds??”, he asked after a while but you just held him closer.

“No,don’t worry,cuddles are enough for now”

Lee Know:

He would try to cheer you up and distract you from your suffering fhchrhdh

He would cook some comforting food like soup for you

We would insist on doing everything thing for you so you can take proper rest

You just texted him that you couldn’t make it to your date today because you weren’t feeling that well and now, ten minutes later he already stood at your door step, a bag of groceries in his left hand and a bag with different medications in the other.

“What are you doing here lino and what’s all that stuff for??” You asked as soon as you opened the door and got a sight of him being packed with stuff.

“I didn’t know what you needed so i brought all different kinds of medications and since i already was about to come over i also thought that i can cook something for you so you can take proper rest”, he started talking with a pout on his lips.

As he started cooking you tried to help him but he immediately scolded you, saying that you shouldn’t spread all of your germs around and should rest on the couch instead while he will cook for you.

(Small time skip)

“This soup was amazing lino!! i already feel way better now and i can help you clean the kitchen-“

“No you’re not doing anything but rest, you’re sick baby!!”

Changbin:

I feel like he would give you A LOT of cuddles to make you feel better

Would try to make you laugh and lift your mood

But would also give you the rest you need

you couldn’t really sleep last night due to your horrible headache, that wouldn’t get better even tho you took several painkillers and tried to avoid anything that’s bright,it just wouldn’t get better.

When Changbin visited you after he was done with practicing for the day and turned on the lights, you immediately responded with a groan, causing him to immediately turn off the lights again while giving you a worried look.

„What’s wrong honey??“, he asked while walking up to,laying himself on the bed right next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around and holding you against his chest.

“I’m not feeling that well and i think I’m really hot...i should probably check my temperature...” you said while nuzzling your head into Changbins chest. “But honey”, he chuckled, “you’re always hot”

You playfully slapped him as response, making him ruffle through your hair so it looks all messy and it eventually turned until a play fight, until you held your head,mimicking that it hurts a lot.

Changbin immediately stopped and laid you down in the bed again, tucking you under the blanket,giving you one small kiss on the forehead, saying that you should rest now before he left the room.

Hyunjin:

So we all know how dramatic he is

So i can definitely imagine him running around and screaming after telling him you’re sick

He would keep his distance so he doesn’t get sick too but would still take care of you really well

Would order your favorite food and watch a movie with you (plus he probably would give in to cuddles after a while too)

“WHAT”, he yelled out dramatically, eyes and mouth wide opened. “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT YOU HAVE A COLD WHAT IF I GET SICK AND-“

“Hyunjin, calm down it’s just a light cold and it’s almost gone again-“ you tried to calm him down, reaching out for his hand. “Ahhh don’t touch me- all of your germs are on my hand now-“ he dramatically said while walking away from you, shaking his hands as if it would shake of any germs.

You rolled your eyes,seeing Hyunjin running out if the room completely panicked and at this point you couldn’t even tell if he was teasing you or if he was serious.

He didn’t return for a quite long time, you got a little bit suspicious, but after a few more minutes,he returned with a grin on his face.

“I thought you died because you drank hand sanitizer or something to get rid of the germs-“ you teased him, cocking up your eyebrows while looking at him.

“Not that buuuutttt”, he then replied, a smirk appearing on his face,” i ordered your favorite take out food and I’m willing to watch a movie to you, but only with a safe distance,okay”

“Thank you babe”, you smiled at him and blew him a kiss afterwards “but are you sure that you don’t wanna cuddle??”

Jisung:

I feel like he’d be really panicked at first

“are you sure that you’re okay??do you need any meds??maybe you should go to the doctor i can-“

After making sure that you’re not dying, he’d make sure to give you a lot of cuddles and kisses (but only on the cheek/jawline/forehead kisses)

Jisung was completely freaked out when he say you sitting in the couch, wrapped up in thousands of blankets, tons of used tissues laying around you and your face red from the fever you were having.

He immediately dropped all of his bags, running up to you grabbing your hands full in panic, looking you in the eyes like your about to die.

“Are you okay??”, he asked with big eyes squeezing your hands.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little cold”, you said in a raspy voice, forcing yourself to give him a little smile.

“Are you sure your not dying??” he continued asking, his face expressions more serious that ever “or do you need any meds?? I can get some for you if you want...and you really don’t wanna go to the doctor...i mean you can go just to be sure....wait I’ll make you some tea, i’ll be right back”

You tried to calm him down a bit,but he already disappeared in the kitchen,coming back minutes later with a huge can of tea.

“And just to make sure that you’re not dying,i guess i have to pepper you with kisses babe”

Felix:

CUDDLEBUG

would not let you out of his embrace

would probably bake some brownies for you because he knows you live them while you sleep

he would just be so sweet and caring in general my heart is melting if i just think abt it ahhhh

You were waking up in Felix’s arms,your head pressed against his chest and his lips resting next to your forehead. As you slowly woke up, you felt a horrible pain in your throat and you noticed that you could barely breathe through your nose.

“Baby?”, you whispered to him,getting a hum as reaponse. “I don’t feel that well, i think I’m going to get sick” you said, feeling him shuffle away a little bit to take a look at your face.

“You really look a little bit sick” he said, his eyes carefully scanning your face. “Do you need any meds or should we go to the doctors?”, he carefully asked while his eyes came back ti yours, making eye contact.

“No i think it’s not that bad,but i like that you’re really warm”, you told him while coming closer to his chest again, the warmth of his embrace sending shivers down your spine. He immediately held you closer, his long arms wrapping around you and carefully drawing circles on your beg,until you drifted of to sleep.

When you woke up it was way brighter,so you probably slept for a few hours. When you noticed that Felix was gone, you let out a small cry, but you immediately got distracted by the smell of fresh brownies.

Just now the door opened,Felix walking in with a cup of hit chocolate in his one hand and a plate with a brownie in the other.

“Here, to make you feel a little bit better” he said while handing you the plate and a fork, giving you a huge smile.

Seungmin:

I feel like he would be similar to Changbin

We would look super concerned at you with his puppy dog eyes

Would try to make you laugh with corny jokes

CUDDELS

You told Seungmin that you were sick before he came over,warning him from yourself, but when he came over and actually saw how sick you looked with glassy eyes, a red,runny nose and burning hot cheeks.

He looked at you scanning you from head to toe, his puppy eyes furrowed concerned, slowly walking up to you. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were THAT sick??”, he asked worryingly while pulling you into a hug, the tone of his voice almost making your heart break.

“It’s really not as bad as it looks”,you reassured him,your hand gently rubbing over his back. “But did you bring the thermometer, i think i really should take my temperature”

“Of course”, he said with a smile, breaking the hug to reach into his bag,grabbing the theometre and holding it against your forehead

“And??what does it say??”,you asked curiously.

Seungmin just let out a little chuckle before saying “well,you know..... i always told you that you were hot as fuck....”

Jeongin:

I think we wouldn’t quite know what to do bc the others always took care of him

But he‘d definitely make you some warm tea to make you feel better

Would probably end up calling chan for advice lol

This poor baby got so concerned when you started sneezing nonstop and would rest, but now that you were in your bed, basically knocked out from your fever.

“Uhmmm...is there anything i can...like give you??” He asked,his voice filled with uncertainty. “

“Yes please”, you groaned,”i really think that i need some meds”

“Uhmm sure, I’m gonna look at what i have here, but i already made you some tea, so drink that while i be looking for...uh whatever medication that will make you feel better...just uhmm...wait here...”, he said while placing a cup of tea on your nightstand.

As soon ad he disappeared to look for the right meds, he called chan.

“Channie, i really really need your help....you know y/n is sick and i don’t know how the right medications look like....yeah i need something against fever....the one with the red or blue label?? And do we have to go to the doctor or-“

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fandom-puff · 3 years

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Noisy

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Yeyy requests are open ✨ could you do snape x reader where normally he’s not that loud in bed but readers goal is to change that so at the end of the night sev is very vocal and a moaning mess?’

Notes: yeah sorry this has been a work in progress for like two weeks oops. I know I keep saying this, but bear with me- I’m slowly getting energy and motivation and I’ve been taking my meds and my vitamin gummies :)

Warnings: smut, swearing, oral and penetrative sex

Gif creds to owner

Severus Snape was a highly controlled man.

Even if he stubbed his big toe on the edge on the bed, he was relatively quiet, simply cursing under his breath before brushing it off.

When you made love, he barely made a sound, other that his laboured breathing and the slight grunt he made as he came. You were a completely different story, gasping and crying out as Severus pleasured every inch on your body.

At first you thought you weren’t pleasuring him, but once when you were riding him, you saw his eyes squeezed shut, his furrowed brow, the way his teeth dug into his lip as a flush covered his pale, sweaty face. He was definitely enjoying himself... but he was also holding back.

You wanted Severus Snape to lose control. To hear the beautiful noises he so often suppressed with his teeth.

“Sev...” you moaned breathlessly as he pressed open mouthed kisses against your neck, pushing you back against his living room couch. You could feel his hardening cock pressed against your thigh as you rocked your hips up, desperate for friction, reaching to tug your fingers through his hair. “Severus, please,” you whined, torn between letting him ruin you on the couch and actually trying to get him to let loose.

“Please what, YN, dear? Do you want me to fuck you right here?” He murmured, his velvet drawl rumbling across your skin. You shuddered, but shook your head, pushing him up. Before he could frown, you gently pushed him into a sitting position, sitting comfortably on his lap.

“I want to suck your cock, Severus. You make me feel so good with you mouth. A-and I wanna do the same for you. Want to... want to taste you,” you mumbled the last bit, your sudden streak of confidence dissipating.

Severus arched his brow, tipping your chin up so you had to look at him. “Is that so, YN?” He asked and you nodded. You had never given Severus a blowjob before, but Witch Weekly had a rather interesting article on technique, and you were desperate to try it out on him. “Shall we go to the bedroom then, love?”

“No. Here,” you decided, already getting to your knees.

“But... you’ll hurt your knees,” Severus said bemusedly. “You’ll be covered in bruises,”

You shrugged, pushing his robes off his shoulders. “Good,” was all you said, before undoing the many buttons of his placket, before slowly easing his trousers down, just enough for you to fish his cock from his trousers. You licked your lips instinctively. Witch Weekly had said nothing about trying to fit something as large as Severus’s cock down your throat...

You looked up at Severus with wide eyes as you began to pump his cock slowly, using your spit as lubrication. Severus stared down at you, his lip already between his teeth at the sight before him, breathing shallow. When your tongue darted out to flicker over his slit, he let out a shuddering breath, knuckles white as he clenched his fists at his side. You gathered up the droplets of precum on your tongue, moaning quietly at the taste. If Severus had been a man with very little control, he would’ve come from the sight of your eyes rolling back at the first taste of him. Brows firmly knitted together, he watched as your lips enveloped around the bulbous head of his cock, and- sweet Merlin- you applied the gentlest suckling pressure he had ever experienced, yet beside the meekness of the action, it was one of the best sensations he had ever felt. “Good girl,” he gritted out, grasping at the fabric of his discarded robes as your moan vibrated over his throbbing cock. You steadied your breathing, beginning to swallow him down into your greedy throat, gagging slightly.

Severus saw white, his hand darting to grasp onto a fistful of your hair. “Fuck, YN, good girl, just like that,” he breathed, and you smirked to yourself (as best you could with a mouthful of cock). Severus’s control was slipping. You felt his thighs tremble, his nails scrape against your scalp, the slight rocking of his hips that had you gagging slightly, your eyes rolling back as you felt wetness pool between your thighs. You pulled off with a pop, and Severus groaned, tipping his head back as his hips rocked against nothing, his cock slapping your cheek once as you sat back on your heels, gazing up at him.

“You sound so beautiful,” you said gently, smiling slightly, your lips slightly swollen. “Moaning like that. I love it. I love you,” you babbled bashfully as Severus caught his breath.

“Bloody well come here and ride me,” Severus groaned, beckoning you with his finger.

“Do you not want me to... finish what I was doing?” You asked innocently, and Severus moaned lowly.

“No. As much as I love your throat, darling, right now I want nothing more than to pound up into that delicious little cunt of yours,”

You moaned at his words and nodded, wriggling out of your jeans and knickers before straddling Severus. With a little teamwork and adjusting, you were soon impaled on his cock, feeling your pussy get stretched out, head lolling forwards at the feeling of being completely filled to the brim. You slowly began rocking your hips, gasping and whining slightly as you adjusted, your forehead pressed against Severus’s. Severus grunted, grasping onto your hips, as he began rutting up into you. You pulled your head away to watch him, watch his beautiful face as you so often did when you made love, but now it was different. Spurned on by your adoration for his sounds, Severus let go completely. It was like a switch had been flipped; you were no longer making love with your controlled, stoic potions master; you were bouncing on the cock of a feral man, whose teeth were bared in a pleasured snarl, whose hair was wild, who was grunting and groaning, ever increasing in volume as he neared his peak, feeling your tightness milk his cock of everything he had. Growling, he flipped you onto the couch, back onto your back, holding your legs apart as he pounded into you ruthlessly, riding out his orgasm as you shuddered, crying out as he pressed his fingers against your clit, launching you over the edge.

Panting, he pulled out of you, spelling you both clean before he pulled you back onto his lap. You were dazed, a stunned smile etched over your hot face as you leaned against his shoulder, jelly-legged and satiated. “I mean what I said, you know?” You mumbled, half-asleep as Severus lifted you up to carry you to bed. “I love the noises you make. All of them. Especially when you lose control...”

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kakashiswilloffire · 3 years

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Congratulations on a 100! Can I request a female reader and a scenario where Kakashi discovers in a very shocking way that his s/o is pregnant? Please don't mind not writing if it bothers you. Stay hydrated and have a nice day regardless!🌸

thank you for the request!! hope you enjoy!!

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A Kunoichi's Suprise

ao3

words: 1.9k

kakashi x fem!reader, fluff, reader is pregnant

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“I do hate to do this to you, but you’re the best choice. There’s not an Inuzuka available who has the security clearance necessary, which makes you the only ninken-user I can assign this to.”

Kakashi nodded and shrugged, brushing off the unspoken apology. “I understand, it’s no issue.”

Tsunade pursed her lips into a thin line, nodding solemnly. “If it wasn’t so time-sensitive, I’d put someone else on it, I swear.” She tucked a loose strand of her silvery blond hair behind her ear and shuffled the papers on her desk, bringing a personnel file to the top. “And to accompany you… Again, I’m really sorry, but she’s the only one who makes sense. She was in the area most recently out of all available jonin and her weapons expertise makes her the best candidate to accompany you.”

His eyebrows dipped together in mild confusion. He would have requested this partner if she hadn’t been assigned—he agreed fully that they would make the best team for this recovery mission. Shaking it off, he nodded again. “Sounds great, Lady Fifth. Anything else?”

Tsunade let out a breath she had been half holding and leaned back in her chair. Tonton gave a relieved squeak and Shizune pulled her closer to her chest. The Hokage dragged her hands across her eyes, then leaned forward on her elbows.

“Glad you’re taking this so well. I thought you’d at least argue about your fiancé going with you, if not objecting to being sent on a mission right now at all.”

Kakashi jerked his head backwards and to the side, scanning over the Sannin with his single vibrant, gray eye. “I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I like to argue with superiors, Tsunade-sama. That’s really more Naruto’s thing.” She snorted, and he took it as a good sign. “When would you like us to head out? Thirty minutes?”

Immediately, Tsunade shot him down. “She needs a medic to look her over before she can go into the field. I’m happy to do it myself. Her training with her team ends at noon, right?” She glanced at the clock, then gestured to Shizune. “Send Kotetsu or Izumo to pull her, we can’t wait that long.” With a quick nod, she ducked out of the room. “Meanwhile, you can go pack bags for you both. Be sure to grab her med pack, I’ll probably need to give her a bonus prescription or two for the journey.”

At this point, Kakahi’s confusion could no longer be dismissed. Why would his fiancé need extra medication for a mission? He had just seen you when you left to meet your team of genin, and you hadn’t mentioned anything. Maybe the stomach bug you had had a few weeks ago had been worse than you let on?

“Sorry, prescriptions? Are we facing potential poisoning?” He tried, looking for an explanation.

Tsunade shook her head firmly. “Anything is possible, but I’m not concerned about it.” She ran her hand backward through her hair, shaking it gently toward the ends and letting it fall out of the way. “More concerned with making sure she’s getting the correct nutrients. I’ve been working on the nutritional value of shinobi rations, but it’s hard to find something that’s shelf stable, lightweight, and compact without just being food pills.”

Kakashi agreed, a debate he had heard on nearly every long term mission. “So you’ll give us both supplements, fair. Should we do my physical now while we wait on my fiancé to arrive?” He relished the words in his mouth, the phrase “my fiancé” almost a dream to him, even still.

She gave a bemused chuckle, glancing the scarecrow of a man up and down. “Why, you have some kind of boo-boo you need me to kiss?” Tsunade returned to the paperwork on her desk, shuffling it again and pulling the shinobi copy of the mission details file out, holding it out to him. “I trust you to get whatever nutrients you need after all these years of life, Bakashi,” she teased.

He didn’t move to take the file. “What’s going on?” he demanded, as respectfully as absolutely necessary. “What’s going on that she needs a medical check and extra medication to travel on a mission? Why did you think I would object to being paired with her? It’s not our first mission together, not even since we got engaged. What am I forgetting?”

Tsunade didn’t react to his interrogation, continuing to organize paperwork and leaning down to pull open a drawer in her desk, sliding his and your personnel files inside. “The fetus, maybe?” She offered, waving a hand like it was obvious.

The what?

For a moment, Tsunade could almost hear the cogs grinding in the shinobi’s head. You passing him every drink that had been pushed on you in the last few weeks, the stomach bug that he had never caught, and the uptick in morning meetings you had.

Then the cogs were brought to a halt, and the whole world froze. The blood running through his body was ice cold, and he felt his fingertips and forehead tingling. Were you really pregnant?

Was he, Kami forbid, going to be a father?

Tsunade swore, knowing she shouldn’t have said anything violating medical confidentiality, but with the pregnancy already being in the second trimester, she had no idea that you hadn’t told Kakashi yet. “Listen, Kakashi… just sit down, okay?” She looked around, swearing again at the reminder that this damn office had no chairs outside of the one she occupied.

She jumped up, crossing over to Kakashi and pushing him forward into the chair behind the desk. “Breathe, Kakashi, come on.” She shook him gently, then lightly slapped his cheek. “Come on, soldier. You’re Kakashi of the Sharingan, master of a thousand jutsu, pull it together.”

He flatly refused.

The door to the Hokage’s office opened, Shizune and Tonton leading you in. You took a moment to take in the scene of your fiancé hyperventilating behind the desk, the Hokage herself swearing and trying to get him to make eye contact and pull air into his lungs. Then he saw you, and he paused, fear in his eyes.

“Is it true—I mean, are you—love, are you pregnant?” He choked out.

Your hand flew to your mouth as if to put the secret back inside. You knew you’d have to tell him eventually, but you had wanted the moment to be right and he had been so busy with his missions lately. He didn’t know it yet, but you had rented a room at a nearby onsen for next weekend, making sure to get a room with a private bath and windows high enough that no onlookers could see inside so that he could comfortably remove his mask. That would’ve been the way you preferred he find out, when rather than dessert, you slid the sonogram across the table after dinner. Instead, you nodded.

“Yes, my love,” you whispered. “I’m pregnant.” Instinctively, your hand rested over the part of your stomach that had begun showing this last week.

He seemed to melt into chair. “Kami… we’re going to be parents?”

You nodded, a small laugh breaking from your chest. “Yes, Kakashi, that’s the plan.”

Slowly, he gathered himself, standing up and delicately walking around the desk to the doorway where you remained. “I… You want this?” He sniffed hard, blinking twice and taking your hands. “You want to raise a child with me? This child?”

You tilted your head to the side, feeling hot tears sting your eyes. You knew he had issues with his self worth, and that would be something you would focus on for the next few months so he’d be ready for your child.

“Of course, ‘Kashi. There’s no one I trust more, no one I think would make a better father. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else, and I’m thrilled that I get to do it with you.”

His wiry frame jolted as though he’d been shocked, and the threw himself into your arms, allowing his fears and shock to leave him through tears. Tsunade and Shizune averted their eyes, doing what they could to preserve your privacy. Tonton oinked in solidarity. After a couple of moments, he stood again, wiping dry the parts of his face not covered by salty, wet fabric. He then hooked a finger into the mask at the side of his nose, yanked it down, and brought you into a deep kiss, warm hands wrapping around you and pulling you close.

After the surprise, you let yourself dissolve into him, allowing yourself to be swept into his emotional display. He pulled his face back after a few beats and beamed, smiling as widely as you could remember seeing him grin. Then his mouth was back on yours, this time for just a second, then a firm kiss to your forehead before he secured the mask again. Turning to face the Hokage, he wrapped his arm around your back and held you close.

“Tsunade-sama, all due respect, can Pakkun handle this? I’ll send him with anyone you’d like. Naruto, even, I don’t think he’s doing anything tonight. I can send the whole pack. I can brief Gai, or Tenzo, anyone? And if you need a weapons expert, I’m sure Tenten is more than qualified.” You giggled, watching your fiancé ramble to the leader of the village. “It’s just, I’m going to be a father, and she’s pregnant with our child, and I’ve gotta say, I don’t think we’re going on any missions for the next, say, 18 years? Well, maybe some D ranks. We’ll see.”

As Tsunade opened her mouth, he cut her off with a pointed, “How’s the progress on the Konoha Orphanage coming along? They prepared for one more? Cause I’m not letting anything happen to either of us, for this child’s sake.”

Tsunade glared, but was startled out of the shouting match she was gearing up for by Shizune chuckling. Betrayed, she turned to her companion.

“I mean, this is the reaction you anticipated him having, Lady Fifth,” she giggled.

She slammed a fist on the desk, although with an intense amount of restraint given that the surface was not even dented. Finally, she looked up with a glint in her eye.

“I think Hana Inuzuka gets back this evening. I can give her twelve hours to rest and then she and Tenten, along with Gai, can probably handle it. This time.”

Kakashi was already on his way out the door, pulling you behind him in a firmly clasped hand, before she had finished. He called out a thanks over your shoulder as you left. Together, you giggled as you entered the streets of Konoha.

Your fiancé spun in circles, laughing freely and spreading his arms out. “We’re starting a family!” he shouted to the sky. You knew you would both continue to take missions with this child, and that was a conversation for another time. For now, though, you were content to spend eternity watching the love of your life giddily relish in this moment.

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Security (Yandere!Satoru Gojo x Non-Sorcerer Reader

Part 2 of the Yandere Satoru Gojo Reader-Insert Series!

Word Count: 1,954

Warnings: YANDERE CONTENT. GORE WARNING.

"When will you see that what I'm doing is good for you, [Y/N]? The world isn't safe for you anymore. I've told you this many times, and yet, you won't listen to me." His voice used to be as smooth as butter, now scratchy and raw from the screaming he'd done. Yours was completely gone. It'd given out by the second day of being in this hellhole.

Still, your eyes glared at him through the cage's bars like you had plenty to say to him.

"Don't look at me like that, please. I love you too much for you to be upset with me," his brows crumpled as his expression did behind those black optics of his. He reached up to grab your hand through the bars, but you only slapped it away from him. He recoiled from the bars and glared at you silently for a few moments.

"FUCK!" His outburst was sudden. You flinched at it, just in time to miss him use one of the many powers at his arsenal to flip the couch over in his apartment. A loud clang, followed by the sound of glass breaking, however, spared you any details you might've missed. The couch had been flipped over and it destroyed the coffee table.

You gasped and pressed your back against the cold, metal bars of the cage. Any distance mattered with him. "Y-you're a monster-!!" You sputtered through the pain of your throat begging you to stop speaking. You coughed, squeezing your eyes shut from the pain. "No, n-no, no no no," Gojo stormed over to the bars again, gripping them taut in his hands and looking at you intently. "[Y/N], no, please. It's not what it looks like, please-"

"-Leave me alone," your mouth worded. Your hands went over your face.

"...you'll come around again. You'll love me again, I know you will." Gojo removed himself from the bars. "All you need is time, I know it, and we'll go back to having dates every Friday... we'll go back to holding each other under the moonlight while Law & Order plays on the TV, I know it. I-I'll be back, okay? I'll give you some time to yourself. I'll get some medicine for that nasty cough while I'm out, okay?"

There were some sounds likely concerning the flipped-over couch, followed by the sounds of footsteps and the door opening, then closing. Another day to yourself... maybe. He might just drop off the medicine and leave. You sighed with relief. You could go back to focusing on how to get out of the cage in peace.

But it was hopeless. Some hours later, you were stuck with staring at the TV that faintly played anime on it. The door opening caused you to flinch and swallow thickly. Who was it?

It was none other than him. Two bags were in his hands. One was small, while the other... smelled good, like food. Your favorite food. "...[Y/N]," he addressed you as he walked up to the cage. "I got you something to eat to take with these meds, alright? A friend of mine hooked me up with something." He reached into the small bag to produce a pill bottle for you to see. He reached into the cage and gently set it down on the blanketed ground. "...would you like to come out here and eat it with me..."

He swallowed thickly.

"W-would you like to go outside... and we eat it together..."

You glared at him through the bars. Your stomach audibly growled, but you were stalwart. Eat? With him? He was just tempting you. There was no way he was going to let you out of this cage willingly. But that food... how long could you willingly ignore him until he left the food behind?

"Please," Gojo bowed his head, "I know you can't speak right now, but I know you're ignoring me... I-I can't take it."

"No, I can't take it anymore..."

He was careful to put the food down elsewhere and out of the way. You clambered to scramble away from the middle of the cage, to the back, where you would've been safe from his arms. But no... he was doing something different around this time. You looked on in awe and horror as his hands unlocked the cage. The door slowly crept open to reveal a world that you'd been deprived of for far too long. But you stayed put. Your eyes never left Gojo's figure, even if your heart beat at the anticipation of freedom. There was no freedom with this man, he was only unlocking his cage to restrict you further.

His arms climbed into the opened cage, soon, his body followed. His arms wrapped around your frozen body and pulled it close to his. The warmth of another human being was comforting, it almost made you close your eyes and nuzzle into his form.

But this was no man that you could live comfortably around any longer.

You struggled against his grasp, your hands went to his cheeks, your fingers dug their nails into his skin and pulled down. You could feel the skin underneath tearing, enough so to draw blood. "I won't let go," Gojo hissed through clenched teeth. With your body now taut against his, he pulled you out of the cage. He felt so much stronger than you... because he was. He picked your body up like it was nothing. He grabbed onto the pill bottle he left inside the cage, he grabbed the food, and he began to carry you out of the apartment.

It was uncomfortable at first... you didn't want to be anywhere within the proximity of this man, but to be out on the street, enjoying, bathing and basking in the sunlight that touched your skin for the first time in days... weeks, maybe, it felt all too good. You were frozen by simply enjoying the outside. You ate your food like it was nothing and scarfed down every last bit of it. Your drink felt nice running down your throat. Being outside was nice. No one around but the two of you, it would've been an ideal date.

"Are you enjoying yourself, [Y/N]? Isn't this nice?" Gojo's voice threatened to shatter your grandeur illusions. You nodded quickly to dismiss him, and returned to eating your food.

Until you felt Gojo's hand violently push your body down onto the ground.

You let out a coarse scream as your body collapsed on the sidewalk. Your arms did little to absorb the blow, in fact, it just made things worse, you could feel how skinned-up they were after only a moment of being in contact with the cement. You turned your head in horror to see Gojo lifting himself off of the bench and turning to face away from you, as if you weren't even there anymore... like he didn't know you existed.

"You're pretty perceptive, aren't you? I thought slaughtering your friend was enough of a hint for you to leave me alone," he spoke. It seemed like he was speaking into the air at nothing for all you knew. Your eyes widened with bewilderment, and they watched as Gojo walked up to whatever it was, or whoever it was that he was talking to... and wrapped his hand around it. You audibly gasped when you heard something audibly choking while Gojo raised it into the air... but what was it?! Nothing was there!!

You scrambled to your feet. This might've been the chance to escape!

"Get down, [Y/N]! NOW!" Gojo roared, "don't you EVER walk away from me!" His head flung in your direction and made you freeze with those deep, impossibly blue eyes of his. You swallowed thickly and dropped back to your knees by command, grimacing in pain from the feeling. How... how were you still responding to his commands? You had every chance to be free...

...instead, you watched, your eyes glued to the scene before you. Gojo had resorted to taking his anger out on whatever it was that he held in his hands by now, you could see every little piece of gore splattering all over the place. Blood coated his fists as his punches became progressively aggressive, until he resorted to bashing. Brain matter flew where it could.

The smell of iron began to flood the air, making you feel almost nauseous. What was he doing? What was he hitting that could actually cause all of this blood to come out of it? Was that... was that brain matter?

"I'm not going to listen to them, do you understand me?" He hissed to the corpse underneath them, "I love [Y/N] with all of my heart. I won't listen to anyone... who tells me that I cannot experience love in my life, no one!" His voice broke out into a yell, making you flinch again. It was horrifying to see something like this. The blood on him was real, the brain matter on the ground was real. You hysterically sobbed; you needed to get out of here, and fast. You felt that your life was in danger.

You tried to bring yourself to stand, but your knee pain was unbearable. You hissed and sat back on your ass to examine the wound, light scratch marks mingled with blood, dirt, and loose cement like you'd fallen off a scooter. "Ugh!" You sobbed out. Keep trying, keep trying, keep—

"Did you hurt yourself? I'm so sorry for not paying attention, but something important grabbed mine,"

Gojo lifted himself from the ground. You glanced up at him through bleary eyes... no, you couldn't let him touch you, at any cost. So you did what you thought was best: and began to backwards crawl into the street behind you, to reach the other side of the sidewalk. He wouldn't dare walk into the street, would he? It was hypocritical of you to think that way of course, but you felt safer being in the street than anywhere near him.

"[Y/N], no! Please," Gojo stumbled forward, clenching the bench tightly in order to balance himself while his free hand extended for you. "Please, come back. I can't bear the idea of losing you!"

"St-stay away from me!" You screamed at him, your voice clearly scratchy. That was enough speaking for now, your voice couldn't handle anything else. You could feel your hands touch the hot bitumen under you. You were on the street now. As quickly as you could, you attempted to pass. But he was quicker.

"Don't you understand? The world doesn't want us to be together," he sounded delirious. The blood coated his face and hands, his shirt. His glasses were gone. Those blue eyes that you'd never seen before stared at you. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep us together, even if it means resorting to drastic measures." A wary smile spread across his lips. "I need you for my sanity, I need you for my serotonin. I can't envision a world without you, I don't want to, don't you see that?"

Your hands gave underneath you and made you fall flat. You rolled over into the fetal position and squeezed your eyes shut. You didn't have the strength to resist his arms as they wrapped around you so carefully. He lifted you off the ground and pulled you into his arms, hugging you taut to his chest as he forced you to stand. He kissed your temple sweetly as he began to drag you back into the house.

Back to the cage.

"The world doesn't want us to be together, but I won't let that stop me."

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