Bedside Manner … 🩻

🥼You’re not feeling so good, let them take care of you 🩺 Gn!reader x Dottore, Baizhu, Tighnari, Albedo and Thoma 🥣

When you enter his lab, hacking loudly, clutching your head, Dottore assumes you’re just being dramatic. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve come to him with false aches and pains in order to get his attention. However, as one of his clones so politely announced: “Damn, you look like shit” he decided to actually give you a proper once over. Sure enough, you did look like shit. You looked like you’d been stomped on by a sumpterbeast. “For celestia’s sake…” Prime grumbles as he takes you by the arm, practically dragging you back up the stairs you’d just came down, back down the hall you had struggled to walk, just to plop you gracelessly onto the bed in his personal quarters. He asked you a series of questions, mentally noting your answers as he stripped your damp clothes off. Had you been outside? Foolish... Your head was pounding, your throat was sore, your neck and shoulders hurt- honestly your whole body was sore and tired. Dottore inspected the inside of your mouth and determined you had strep throat. You whine as he delivers the diagnosis “Do something, my throat is killing me!” “Yes, yes- I know it is. If you’d let go of me, I’d be able to fetch some medicine for you. You won’t like it though, it tastes awful” he was correct, it did taste awful. Even though he complained about missing work or possibly running behind on reports, he sat by your bedside for the rest of the night. Clones filtered in and out, delivering paperwork for him to complete as he sat and others brought medicine n food for you both. Dottore could be a little soft when he wanted to be…

Baizhu sighs as he removes the thermometer from your mouth, holding up by the light so he can see. “My my, it seems you have a fever. And a high one, at that.” He clicks his tongue, setting the tool aside, tucking you back in. You were certainly ill, you had chills despite your high temperature and wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep beneath your pile of blankets. “Poor darling… You look so pitiful” It’s true, you’re shivering- you should have listened when he said to avoid commissions out in the cold rain. But, as your doctor and your lover, it’s his duty to care for you. Baizhu let Gui handle the pharmacy today while he cared for you- his most favorite patient <3 His time was spent fetching water for you, periodically giving you various herbal medicines and, in an attempt to help soothe you, he sat in bed with you to play with your hair and massage your achy shoulders. He likes watching over you, taking care of you when you need him. It gives him a purpose. There’s been plenty of times where you’ve coddled him while he suffers through flare up’s of his own. Our lovesick sweetheart enjoys returning the favor when you need it. It’s nice to be relied on <3

Tighnari sighs in disapproval as you reject the breakfast he made you. You insist you feel too nauseous to even think about the sugary pastries he’s attempting to tempt you with, you close your eyes and bury your face in your pillow to avoid the sweet smell. The night before, you’d eaten a mushroom that looked familiar. A light brown one with curly top, one you’ve seen plenty of times! However, because it was dark, you hadn’t seen it was orange and not brown. That mushroom had in fact been poisonous- not to the extent that it would kill you but to the extent that you couldn’t get out of bed due to your stomach ache. “I told you to be careful. How many times must we go over which fungi is edible and which are not?” Tighnari clicks his tongue, setting the platter of food aside. You feel the bed dip as he sits beside you and a warm, fluffy tail wraps it’s way around your waist protectively “I’ll take pity on you just this once. I’ll stay home to keep an eye on you… But you’re forbidden from eating any mushrooms without showing them to me first, okay?” You know that he’s just putting on a front, he is worried about you. And you know from experience that this will likely happen again in the future…. You know that you should take his advice and point the shrooms out to him next time before scarfing them down ;-;

Albedo has never fallen ill himself but he’s seen enough sick people to know when something is wrong. That and the fact that he’s been around you almost every day for years now, it isn’t hard for him to notice how tired you seem, how your eyes droop shut as you stand or how your face flushes with fever. He stares at you with a doubtful expression as you attempt to convince him that you’re ‘fine’… That excuse never works on him. Before you can argue any more, Albedo drapes his coat over your shoulders and offers- no, demands, to take you home. That’s how you find yourself in a cocoon of blankets, a mug of hot chocolate clutched between your cold hands. Within the cocoon, Albedo subtly smiles to himself. He likes taking care of you, he enjoys making you stay in bed all day with him. It isn’t often that the chief alchemist can have a day off, he’s going to use your illness as an excuse to stay home as long as he can. Not that he’ll admit that. Instead, he’ll him and rest his hand on your face ‘Mm… still signs of a fever. Perhaps we rest one more day just to be sure’ ‘Bedo, it’s been four days I wanna go back to work’

Thoma is the supreme worry wart. He’s bound to make himself sick too with how much he’s fretting about- making food, doing extra laundry, asking a billion questions, all of which is for your comfort of course. He can’t help it, he just hate hate hates seeing you so weak and tired. You even find yourself comforting him on occasion. “Thoma, I told you I’m fine. You don’t have to go through the trouble of-“ Your boyfriend is having none of that, he simply interrupts you to assure you that: “It isn’t any trouble at all! I don’t mind!” One way to get him to stop pacing around is sighing… sighing again… groaning in discomfort… He’s on you in an instant, asking if there’s anything he can get you, anything at all he can do! “You can come warm me up. I’m awfully cold :( I could use a big, strong, pyro wielder right about now” That’s really all it takes for his resolve to crumble. He’ll gladly slip into bed beside you, snagging his vision off of his belt to press between your chilly hands, his own hands on top of yours. Maybe you could even coax him into a nap too in order to sleep off this nervous energy…

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Happy birthday Thoma you look absolutely scrumptious today 🤤

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new layout so thoma can bring his ass home..

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baby please i can fuck you into the countertop is that what you want IM PREPARED FOR U ALL U NEED TO DO IS COME HOME

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whiny puppy diluc begging to please you

characters : puppy diluc :(

notes : ive been having puppyboy! diluc brainrot because of @cantalouupe please help

cw : nsfw , oral (reader receiving) , diluc basically begging to make you feel good :(

"please please.." he whines, the grip on your hips tightened as he pressed himself closer to you, pushing your body down into the soft bed below you.

"just want to make you feel good,, so so good" he's getting himself worked up, pressing his face against the side of your neck and breathing in your scent.

he wants to be a good boy and repay you for everything that you've done for him :(. and he knows how frustrating things can get sometimes, so now he's here wanting to help you feel good. he can't help but feel the need to anyways, he can't ignore the scent of arousal you give off, slowly climbing down your body to nose at the plush of your thighs.

"will make you feel so so good.." he hums, beginning to tug at the waistband to your underwear.

"no, diluc." you say sternly, making his pause his actions to look up at you with a hurt-ish expression on his face. he doesn't know why you wont let him please you, it's going to feel good, so why won't you let him? he was confused, a stubborn pout taking form on his lips.

"why not? just want to help,," he whines.

looking at his pouty face fuels something inside of you, you normally never say no to your puppy, spoiling him in every way, but you felt in the mood to tease him, suppressing a sly smile from taking shape on your lips.

"do you really want to help me?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

he nods enthusiastically, "yes yes yes, please.. want to taste you"

before you could say anything else, he took your question as permission, pulling down your underwear hastily and spreading open your legs. you yelp out in surprise, a moan slipping out in the process from how fast he was to attach his mouth to you.

a satisfied hum echos in his throat as he finally tastes you, blood rushing to his cock within seconds. his hips press and grind themselves into the mattress as he licks you, whimpering quietly.

the way your back arched and you hands flew to his hair drove him crazy, the sound of his name rolling off your tongue and the way your hips bucked up to meet him was addicting. he wants more of you, the thoughts of fucking you over and over again with just his mouth gave him confidence, when you came for the first time, it as hard for him to stop. he just wants to keep going until youre a babbling mess. :(

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3 years ago

AETHER WOULD BE A MEAN ASS DOM.

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thoughts HE WOULD BE THOUGH his dick is probably medium length i couldn’t tell you at all why these thoughts are on my mind

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diluc is my whore.

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After the kill 🩸(Oct 1)

Sticky sex on the bathroom floor after childe comes home from a killing spree. F!reader. TW: blood, just… a lotta blood. Part 1 of my kinktober series

The thrill of the kill is what keeps Childe going back to the battlefield. The way his blade slices through his enemies, the way their blood splatters across his pristine white coat, the way the adrenaline races through his veins- it gets him high. When there’s no one left to kill, the excursion is over. Black leather boots trudge through bloody, sticky snow as they carry their wearer back to his carriage a few miles away. On this hike, Childe feels almost numb, a terrible grin plastered to his face. That feeling will never get old, the power trip, the adrenaline rush, all of it! That’s why he became a harbinger. The love for violence and money, the love for destruction without reason. Now, he heads home to care for his other love. You.

You hear the front door open and shut, it startled you from your sleep. The familiar, heavy footsteps make their way up the old wooden stairs and the bedroom door slams open. Once again, you’re startled, the aggressive action earning a squeak from you “Honey!Welcome home, you scared the shit out of me- you look awful”. It’s true, he’s a mess. He’s covered in dried blood, the once crimson color now a reddish brown smeared over his cheek and hands- He reeks of sweat, blood and mud. As he peels his clothes off and attempts to get into bed beside you, you hurriedly push him back to prevent that mess from staining your pretty patterned sheets. “Absolutely not! You have to bathe first, come on”

Childe is uncharacteristically quiet, he allows you to pull him along across the hall to the bathroom. He moves almost robotically as you help maneuver him out of the rest of his clothes, inspecting him for wounds or blood of his own. Thankfully he’s made it out of yet another battle without a scratch. But that isn’t what he’s thinking about. He isn’t thinking about his messy clothes, the bath, or which oils you want to put in the water. Unbeknownst to you, he’s still lost in his post-battle fog and since he isn’t burning energy through fighting, there’s another way his body can react to these feelings. As you lean over to dip your fingers in the water to check it’s temperature, he catches a glimpse of your panties. The way they cling to your pussy has him reeling.

The room spins as the harbinger grabs you from behind, forcing you to the tiled ground so he can tower over you. He isn’t sweet, house husband Ajax right now no, he’s Childe- No, Tartaglia. The beast on the battlefield, the abyssal knight in crimson armor. His stare is unlike anything you’ve seen from him before, those lightless eyes have you frozen in place as lets go of your wrists to remove his gloves. Those warm hands come back to rip your shirt open, the fabric immediately giving in as he effortlessly tears it apart, baring your chest to the steam filled air. His expression doesn’t change as he runs a hand up your stomach to cup your breast.

“You will never understand,” he murmurs, his voice hardly above a whisper “The rush of a fight. The ecstasy a killing blow brings to my body. I used to go home, covered in the blood of my foes, and jerk off to get rid of the extra energy- and I gotta say, those orgasms are a the kind that leave you shaking for an hour after. Now… Now I have you to help me, right? You’ll help me feel that good again?” He’s waiting for a response, any affirmation that you want this too. He’s giving you an out if you want it but you can’t imagine saying no when he’s practically drooling for you. So you nod, shifting to spread your legs for him and that’s all it takes for him to truly let go.

Those lacy panties are shoved aside to reveal your pretty pussy, earning a low groan from the man above you. He only pauses for a moment to admire you, sighing as he works his own pants off. His cock springs free, red and aching and dear god he needs you so bad. With your encouraging whimpers and the way your legs lock around his hips, he’s finally sinking into you with a guttural moan “fuck yes…” His grip on your waist is enough to leave bruises, his pace is brutal as he slams deep into you. Your shared moans and squelches bounce off the bathroom walls, the steam carrying the scent of blood and sex, keeping the air around you heavy, almost suffocating. His sticky skin rubbing against yours, the friction just adding to it all and Ajax’s eyes roll up back when you clench around him- fuck you’re made for him.

The ecstasy he felt on the battlefield mixes into the pleasure he feels now. The rush is so intense he can hardly focus on any one thing, his body feels… sensitive, like every sensation is twice as nice as it usually is. As your nails rake down his back and his teeth sink into your neck, the pain and pleasure is too much. As the taste of your blood takes over, his orgasm catches him by surprise. His vision goes white, his hips stutter and he tenses as he rides out the feeling. This is better than any lonesome wank post-battle, this is better than anything he’s felt before. When he comes to his senses he’s quick to return the favor, his shaky fingers hurrying to rub at your clit. He watches as his thrusts push his own cum out of you, pearly globs dripping down onto the tile beneath you. The way his name falls from your lips, the way you’re gasping and tightening around him… it all has him grinning madly, his handsome smile stained red.

It’s his favorite color, red. His lifeless eyes take over your body, loving the way your blood glistens on your skin. He’s even messier than you are, covered in sweat, cum and the blood of men you’ll never know. You both are a mess, absolutely reeking up the room. He pulls out to rub his half hard cock between your slick folds, chuckling to himself. He’s gotta treat his girl right, especially after being so rough, but as he catches his breath he can still feel the adrenaline, the rush that hasn’t been quelled. He’s already leakinf again just from the simple action. Deciding to take pity on you, he grabs a towel, rolling it up to slip beneath your head to keep you comfortable. “Don’t get too comfy… ‘M not done with you just yet, baby”

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