Dove Sanctuary

Will write:

Any gender of reader

Smut

Fluff

Light angst in some specific cases

Hurt/comfort

My ocs. I write about those little guys from my head a lot.

Miscellaneous kinks: bondage, dom/sub, breeding, toys, pegging, daddy/mommy as a title i guess, monsterfucking, threesomes, omo/watersports (block the tag #jarate moment if you don't want to see that bc i know this one's pretty out there compared to other kinks i write), pretty much any position

Won't write

Yandere

"Dark" romance

Incest

Pedophilia

Rape, noncon, or dubcon

Whatever booktok daddy dom borderline abusive boyfriend the leon residence evil fans that drove a lot of us normal people away think he is

Miscellaneous kinks: choking, scat, cg/l, feederism/fat fetish, any oppression/bioessentialism kink, any request that's vague about consent and yes that has happened before

Characters

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy

Chris Redfield

Claire Redfield

Jill Valentine

Carlos Oliveira

Luis Serra

Ada Wong

Ethan Winters

Mia Winters

Donna Beneviento

Salvatore Moreau

Karl Heisenberg

Grace Ashcroft

Baldur's Gate 3

Lae'zel

Shadowheart

Astarion

Gale

Wyll

Karlach

Halsin

Minthara

Zevlor

Rolan

Dammon

Team Fortress 2

Scout (Jeremy Willis)

Soldier (Jane Doe)

Pyro (name unknown)

Demoman (Tavish DeGroot)

Heavy (Mikhail/"Misha")

Engineer (Dell Conagher)

Medic (Herbert Ludwig/Fritz Ludwig)

Sniper (Mick Mundy)

Spy (name unknown/Jacques Murnau)

Miss Pauling (Flo)

Iron Lung

Simon

After all this trouble with the orb and the perils of the journey you were already on, it felt nice to just be close to Gale. You sat him in your lap and ran your fingers through his hair. Soft, especially considering he'd been washing his hair in rivers, same as the rest of the party. Well, if he could conjure up a bed, he was probably doing something with his hair. His skin felt soft too, and your touch left goosebumps as you caressed every inch of him. With your lips on his he could only moan and whimper into your mouth, little mewls that made you want more.

"Mm, you're so cute when you're worked up," you mumbled in between kisses.

Your hands traveled down to the waistband of his underwear. "Here?"

"Mhm..." he whimpered.

You grabbed his hips and rubbed them with your thumbs. He let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

"Please, please..." he begged. You could listen to him talk all day, but seeing him so worked up that he couldn't speak in complete sentences drove you wild.

"Please what?"

"Don't tease me... Need you... here..."

He dragged one of your hands over to his bulge. You caressed it through the fabric and cut his whines short with another kiss.

Somehow he could still communicate as you continued to rub him, feeling precum leak through his underwear. You gently laid him down on the bed and kept going, which allowed him to jerk his hips upward against your palm so desperately that you bet if you stopped moving your hand he'd just keep going until he came.

You wouldn't find that out though, because he came right then and there with a long whine. The wet spot grew against your hand with every spurt and he sunk into the mattress, utterly spent and sticky and burning with embarrassment but too blissed out to really care.

"Oh, sweetie," you whispered, holding him close.

You're the first one to notice the nightmare. He tosses and turns beside you, crying out for whatever's happening to stop. As if that wasn't enough, you already feel a warm puddle growing from him towards you. You gently shake him awake.

Astarion's eyes snap open and he clings to you, shaking and trying to calm down despite his panic.

"It's alright," you whisper. "It was just a dream. You were dreaming."

"It happened again," he cried softly. "Every time I've had a fever I've had a nightmare. Every time I've had a nightmare I've..."

He's referring to the accident he's just had, though he seems to have stopped now that he's awake.

"That's alright," you tell him. "I'll clean everything up, same as the other times."

He sniffles.

"Let's get you cleaned up. Come on."

As you help him out of his soaked clothes, he shamefully admits he still has to go, so you leave him to let out the rest in a strong, loud stream while you gather up the laundry. He sighs, then cries.

"Every time," he sobs as you start the bath for him. "Every time I have one of those horrible fever dreams, I can't even control my own body."

"And every time, I'm still here for you," you assure him, taking a washcloth in your hand.

He's not done. "'Oh, just get some rest,' everyone says. 'Drink plenty of fluids,' everyone says. And what does that do for me? Enough snot and piss to fill a damn well!"

He reaches for another rag and blows his nose into it.

"Honestly, I don't know why you're still here. You didn't sign up to babysit me."

"I signed up to take care of you when you needed it," you say. "I've always done that, haven't I?"

"Yes, but that was when we had tadpoles in our heads and Cazador still owned me. Real problems. Cazador's dead, the tadpoles are gone, seven thousand victims are free. And what do I do with that freedom? I get sick and become no less helpless than a child!"

He smacks the water, splashing you a bit.

"As if I haven't soaked you enough," he mumbles.

"I'm not mad, Astarion," you say. "I know you're hurting. That's why I'm here to help."

You hug him like you did before and run your fingers through his curls. His forehead feels a little less warm now.

"You should be. Those are brand new pants you're wearing."

"I can wash them, same as everything else."

He buries his face in your chest as you stand by the tub and hold him. You kiss his forehead and hair.

"Why are you so good to me?" he says with a smile up at you. "Terrible decision on your part, darling."

He giggles. He's feeling better.

Heavy

He already needs a pillow under his hips when he bottoms. But when he's adjusting his legs, something pops and he slowly has to rest it back down.

"Well. Plenty of ways to have fun with Heavy." He hopes you don't mind a change of plans.

Just don't make him use his hips, whatever you do.

He has a good laugh about it, how he's not the young, spry man he used to be.

He can return to the moment no problem, he just won't be moving like that again for a while.

Medic

He's shameless about taking you on the surgical table, climbing on top to get closer, when you hear something pop and his knee slips out from under him.

He falls on top of you and has to stand up and favor that knee that slipped.

He's more annoyed than anything. Medic makes a comment about ugh, old age, the things it does to you.

"One second, bitte," he says as he hoists the medigun up onto another table and points it at his knee. He makes sure his back gets a dose because he definitely wasn't lifting with his legs.

"Now! Where were we?"

Spy

There was a time in Spy's life where he'd get on his knees for someone, whenever they asked.

Those days are over and he's not kneeling for more than two seconds unless there's a pillow he can use, at least if he's not too eager to remember.

That drop to the ground in front of you looks like it hurts.

"Yes, I'm fine, but you will not speak of this to anyone."

After a few seconds of silence he reaches out.