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when he’s sick headcanons
note — can you tell i was in a francisco morales mood when i wrote this? also, i’m incredibly soft. i just wanna hold them :’( also also send me your own headcanons!! i wanna hear ‘em!! big love <3 - nat
MANDO
- he doesn’t know how he survived all those bouts of sickness alone when you step in to help him for the first time
- his body aches, and not the usual after-bounty-capture either
- his head is foggy, he can feel the sweat in his helmet, and his breathing is hard
- he can’t tell if it’s coming through the modulator, but when you bring soup up to the cockpit for him, he knows you know
- he takes it gratefully, knowing that if there was nobody else here he would have just gone to bed to sleep it off, dinner vetoed for the night
- your cold fingers wrap around the back of his neck, moving his cape as you do so, and he melts into you
- he doesn’t know that he lets out the smallest whimper when you do this, and it makes you want to tear off his helmet, pull him into your arms, and hold him until he’s better
- but you can’t, so you settle for a hand on his neck, and the tilt of a helmet when he drinks the soup in front of you, as requested
- he definitely has a fever, and maker knows what else
- so you tell him to get some rest, that you’d watch the ship and get him if anything went wrong
- you supervise him down the ladder, just in case, which he finds funny and sweet
- you wish you could squish into his bunk with him, but you don’t want to invade on his personal space, especially while he’s hot and sick
- you you settle into the cockpit, the ship on cruise control, and you check on him every once in a while, keeping grogu occupied and quiet while he gets some well deserved rest
EZRA
- you knew he would get it
- right after you recovered from your illness, he started displaying symptoms of the same one you had just gotten over
- shortness of breath, fever, aches, lethargy
- he had taken such good care of you, so it was only fair that you’d do the same in return
- resources were sparse and quarters were cramped on the green, but you did what you could to make him as comfortable as possible
- his feverish back was pressed up against your chest in a cot designed for one after he’d stripped down to his underwear to avoid overheating
- he really enjoyed you being the big spoon sometimes, and now was one of those times
- when he got too hot from your shared body heat though, you would sit on the floor next to the cot and stroke right behind his ear to get him to fall asleep
- you made sure he ate as much as he could keep down, and you gave him all the fluids you could spare for his speedy recovery
- it broke your heart to see your usually verbose boy so quiet and in pain
- he muttered fever nonsense to no one and whimpered in his sleep
- you moved your cot directly next to his in order to keep a close eye on him
- but you knew that with time he would heal, and that as soon as he started talking to you again he was getting better
FRANKIE
- he sweats through the sheets next to you in the early hours of the night
- you’re the one who wakes up first, and you honestly thought one of you had wet the bed because of how much liquid there was
- but you realize that it’s frankie, back drenched and sweating out whatever flu he had acquired from whoever he had gotten it from
- you wake him from what seemed to be a not great dream anyway, and when he realizes what happened, he apologizes, groggy from sleep and illness
- “no, no! i’m not mad, frankie, you just can’t sleep in this sweetheart. you’ll get more sick. how are you feeling?”
- he curls up deeper under the covers and you get out of bed to kneel next to him
- your hands card through his matted, sweat soaked hair, and you wipe the drops from his jaw
- “do you want a cool shower, baby? you’re soaked.” you suggest, but frankie is so out of it
- he was fine last night, you remember
- sure he didn’t eat dinner, and went to bed early, but you thought maybe he had a late lunch and a long day
- now, helping him out of bed to the shower, you understand that it was early onset symptoms of whatever he was battling
- he pressed heavily to your side and you’re nervous as you strip him down and get him into the tub
- he sways, and you’re not sure what you’ll do if he passes out, or hits his head, so you sit him down, take off the shower head, make sure the water coming out is room temperature, and you run she showerhead over his overheating body
- you’re careful not to get any water in his face and ears, and you don’t wash his hair, just his body with a gentle soap
- you figure this is one of the only times frankie will let you take care of him like this, so you milk it for all it’s worth
- you blow dry his hair on a low setting, just in case he has a headache, you change the sheets of your bed, you lay him down on his side and you bring him close to your chest
- which is how he falls asleep for the next few nights until his illness eventually subsides
WHISKEY
- he curls up in your lap on the couch as soon as he gets home from work, which is how you know something’s wrong
- but you ask him anyway
- “i don’t feel so great, sugar,”
- which scares you, because did he get drugged? is this just a regular illness? is this like a biowarfare mission gone wrong?
- you leave him to get the thermometer, and when you come back, he’s got sad eyes looking up at you that just break your heart
- turns out, it’s not biowarfare. just a fever of 100.4
- you slip your hands up the back of his shirt and it’s so warm, along with his forehead
- he moans weakly at your touch, worn and tired from his extensive mission that day
- he’s definitely been overexerting himself
- as you settle back onto the couch, he settles into your lap again
- you let him rest for a while, but not after long, you realize he’s fallen asleep, and you’re stuck there for god knows how long
- you turn the volume down on the tv just in case, and you stroke behind his ears and you play with his fingers
- it’s best to just let him sleep it off, and you're not opposed to letting him do it on your lap
- you imagine there are statesman resources you can use to help him, but if he’s feeling better after he’s slept it off, then maybe you won’t need to misuse them
JAVIER PEÑA
- you scared the shit out of him, knocking on his door like that
- in your blinding rage, filled with thoughts like “how dare he take the day off to bang hookers, to recover from his hangover, to generally be a hindrance to the fucking DEA,” you had not pondered the possibility that THE javier peña, was sick
- he’s pulling on a t-shirt just as he opens the door, wearing pajama pants, and it startles you to see him so disarmed and casual
- his eyes and nose are red, his hair is disheveled, and he looks... exhausted
- “wow, you look like shit."
- “i feel like shit,” he says, walking away from the door, sniffling
- you take this as an invitation in, and close the door behind you
- he collapses back onto his couch, where you assume he’s been all day, and wraps himself up in a thick afghan blanket
- his hands shake the slightest bit as he opens his lighter to ignite his cigarette
- you take a seat next to him and help him with his lighter, and he nods his thanks to you
- “you’re gonna be late,” he mutters, taking the cigarette from his mouth and blowing out smoke into his apartment, coughing it out halfway
- “i’ll call out,” you offer, eyes wandering up his blanket clad body
- he closes his eyes and lets his head rest on the back of the couch
- “go in. i’m just gonna sleep it off anyway,”
- you lean in close to him and press your hand against his forehead and he freezes, staring at you
- you run your hand down his neck and feel his warmth, and he melts into your touch just a little bit
- you offer to only call out for a few hours to get him settled and make sure he doesn’t die or something, and he lets you, simply because he knows his illness will only get worse
- when your time is up and you have to go back to work, javi’s eaten, gotten some fluids in him, and taken some pain meds
- you let him know that he can call you if he needs anything, and before you even walk out the door is sleeping contently on the couch
MARCUS MORENO
- you find out he’s sick when he calls you, and asks for a favor
- “hey, can you do me the biggest favor ever?”
- he’s super congested. at first you think it might not be him because of how grainy his voice is
- “i hate to do this to you on such short notice, but would you be able to pick up missy? i’m not feeling too hot right now.”
- when you make it back to their home, it's very clear why he thought he wouldn't be able to make it
- he's curled up in bed, tissues piled on his nightstand, trying to get some sleep, but clearly failing
- he notices the two of you come in, and you quietly usher missy away to her own room to entertain herself while her dad tries to get some rest
- he thanks you for picking up missy, and you tell him you'd be there for him whenever he needed you to be
- you make a special phone call as you care for marcus, keeping his curtains closed and running your cool hands up and down his back and shoulders until he felt like he could fall asleep
- you let him know that you'll be right back, that you were going to pick up a few things for him and that if he needed anything at all, just call
- knowing your chicken noodle soup skills were rusty, your special phone call had been to marcus' mother's house, where she had tupperware containers full of soup waiting for you to pick up for him
- when you get back to his house with pain meds, gatorade, and the soup, marcus is passed out in bed
- you don't want to wake him up, but you have a hunch that he hasn't eaten all day, so you whisper his name softly and lightly shake him awake
- he's so grateful and only eats a portion of what he normally does, but anything is better than nothing
- and you don't want him feeling even more sick as a result
- you end up eating the incredibly nostalgic and rich soup with missy at the table and talk to her about your day while marcus gets some sleep
MARCUS PIKE
- it's only when you get home from work that you realize something's wrong with marcus
- he's asleep on the couch
- which would have been fine, if you had worked overtime, or had gotten out late, but it was only four thirty
- plus, you two had planned on going to see a movie you he was excited about tonight in theatres and maybe grab dinner after
- the tv plays lowly in the background, and he hasn’t changed out of his work clothes yet
- he startles when you close and lock the door, and rubs his temples, eyes squeezed shut in pain
- "marcus, are you okay?"
- "yeah, i'm fine." he tells you, and when you mention the date, he looks shocked that he forgot about it
- "oh my god, you're right. i can’t believe i forgot, i’m so sorry babe, i'll get ready right now."
- you tell him it's no biggie, but he insists
- after you've taken off your work clothes and showered quickly for your date, you realize the two of you are most definitely staying in
- he's promptly fallen back asleep on the couch, and he looks adorable
- you put on your pajamas and he does too, and you settle into the couch behind marcus, flipping through channels with him
- he says he doesn't care what you watch, as long as it's not too bright or loud
- so you choose some old black and white movie with the subtitles on
- normally you're the one between his legs, as he rubs your shoulders and plays with your hair
- but this time, he's curled up into you, his back pressed up against your chest, his head tucked into your shoulder using it as a pillow
- you figure you didn't really want to see the new movie anyway, and decide takeout and casablanca was a better way to spend your time with your sick boyfriend
MAX PHILLIPS
- a big baby
- but he IS a vampire and DOES NOT get sick, which slips your mind completely when you come home after some overtime and find him paler than usual on the couch, his head in his hands
- you try to get him to tell you what’s wrong, and he refuses, but he caves when you sit down next to him and start stroking his head, and playing with the hair at the base of his neck
- he tells you that after the whole vampire fiasco with the company, he was set for a while, and has been feeling great, but he hasn’t had human blood in so long that it’s made him weak
- he gives you a sad puppy dog look, and you know he’s being an asshole about it, but you hate to see the dark circles under his eyes or the color his skin turns when he’s like this
- so you oblige, but you give him STRICT instructions to follow, otherwise you won’t do it again
- don’t take more than a pint, don’t leave unnecessary bruises, if you use your safe word he has to stop immediately, and he has to make it as quick and painless as he possibly can
- he nods enthusiastically, and pulls you into his lap
- he nuzzles into your neck, and grabs your chin, anchoring himself to you
- he blows softly on your skin, and presses hard kisses to the area to get your blood flowing and disarm you
- which isn’t fair because he knows your neck is so sensitive
- it’s a sharp prick when he ejects his fangs into your body and you stop moving completely, your hand fisting at his shirt, just listening to your breathing and his soft moans echoed against your skin
- out of habit your rub soothing circles into his back, more to sooth yourself then anything
- minutes pass, and you start to feel light headed and are about to tell him to stop when he pulls away, grinning ear to ear at you
- he’s back on your neck in seconds though, licking and sucking the leaking blood from the small holes he’s left in your skin
- now that, that feels much better than the bloodsucking that was going on originally
- you jump when he presses soft kisses to the sensitive area along your throat and dives a hand between your legs
- looks like someone’s feeling better already
MAX LORD
- tries to power through it as much as he can with pain killers and cough syrups, but after he almost passes out at dinner after a week of symptoms, you beg him to take at least a day off to recover
- that morning, his hair is a mess, he missed a button on his shirt, and his tie was uneven
- he was about to put on two different colored socks when he begrudgingly obliges
- you unbutton his shirt and help him take off his tie
- it’s easy to bring him back to bed after that, and you let him hold you from behind like a teddy bear, no matter how uncomfortable his arm is shoved under your neck
- usually he likes to be held, but he can feel his own back burning up, so he decides to hold you instead
- he whimpers in his sleep, plagued by fever dreams and his traumatic past
- so when he wakes you up in the middle of the night, something he so very rarely does, you’re concerned
- “i’m sorry, for waking you, i just... i just need... you... i want—“
- it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out he needs a hug
- you hold him and rub his back until he falls back asleep again, in your arms
- when he wakes up with a killer headache, you fight to keep him in bed again, rubbing his temples and pressing kisses to his forehead
- he falls back asleep in less than five minutes
- needless to say, one more day off couldn’t hurt
OBERYN MARTELL
- it’s not often than he gets sick, surprisingly, considering how close he gets to so many different people
- when you arrive at his chambers that morning, the guards seem keen on not letting you in
- you argue with them, but they insist oberyn didn’t want anyone in there
- you call them out, obviously upset and visibly frustrated when his doors creak open and you see him, in a robe, hair messy and pressed down to his forehead
- he quietly tells the guard to let you in, and you’re a little confused
- he sits down on his bed and looks up at you with guilty eyes
- “apologies, my love, but I don't want you to see me like this”
- you scoff and roll your eyes at him, moving in front of him
- you take his head in your hands, and he stares up at you
- “apology accepted, but i’m offended, my prince.”
- he scrunches his eyebrows and presses his chin to your stomach
- you run your hands through his hair and he brings his hands to your waist
- “you think mere illness could keep me away? keep me away from you?”
- his confusion melts into a small smile, and he lets his head rest against your belly as you pull him into you
- “can i get you anything, oberyn? wine, medicine?”
- “no, my love. just you is enough for me.”
PERO TOVAR
- wants to be left alone for the most part
- grumpy in general, and it doesn't get better when he's sick
- he'll let you wipe a cool cloth over his forehead and neck, and doesn't complain
- he says he doesn’t want you there because he doesn’t want you to catch what he has
- you know, survival rates are low for things like this at this point in history
- but really, like oberyn, he doesn’t want you to see him weak
- he’s afraid it’ll ruin your image of him in your mind
- william asks you to get some rest, as they can’t afford to risk more days at the campsite with sick travelers
- so you oblige, keeping your distance from pero, but you stay vigilant
- you stand guard for him for most of the night, listening to him breathe, watching his chest rise and fall, until you eventually fall asleep too
- but you’re up early, with the rest of the men, except pero, who sleeps well into daylight
- the rest of them take off, desperate to find something for dinner, but you stay back with him, stroking his forehead, a gentleness that’s rarely ever been afforded to him, listening to him ramble half in english, half in spanish, but he has your full attention
- it would be a rough few days until he recovered, but his muttered thanks and appreciation for you was more than enough for you to do it all over again if he ever needed you to
when you want him to choke you headcanons
note — NSFW. this bitch is kinky. obviously. lost of choking references, a little breathplay at the end there. all of the boys are willing in one way or another because pedro plays them, alright?? i believe in my heart that that man is kinky as hell. good morning and good night. happy superbowl. fuck you tom brady. big love to every one else besides tom brady <3
warnings: choking, penetrative sex, breathplay
MANDO
- is stunned
- you want him... to do what??
- excuse me??
- choke you?? like, with his hands??
- in the heat of the moment you guide his huge, bare hand to the softness of your throat
- he can feel the vibrations of your whimpers against the webbing of his hand and he almost blows his load right then and there
- the idea that he can wreck you like that gets him excited
- the first few times it gets his adrenaline pumping, but then he really starts to want to get closer to you, pull you in closer, fuck you on his lap in the cockpit while the baby naps in the pod
- he finds it interesting, all of these kinks, and never gets bored of them, but he's a simple man
- he's just glad you want to share these experiences with him and provide such a stable source of pleasure for him in his life that used to be so devoid of it
EZRA
- finds it quite hard to choke you with one hand, but willing to oblige you
- he's afraid of putting too much weight on your neck, so he refuses to do it in any position where he doesn't have much control
- but he ends up getting really into it
- he finds it so arousing, the dubious nature of it
- he likes the idea of being so in control of you, being able to control your breaths, your breathing
- he quite literally has your life in his hands, and it gets him rock hard
- he likes to control your moans, cut them off with his hand while you're riding him, pretending like you two have to be quiet
- will definitely ask you to let him do it again sometime
FRANKIE
- frankie is a little taken aback when you ask
- but you're so needy, mewling and whimpering underneath him
- he squeezes your jaw hard, and presses his mouth to it
- his husky voice reverberates against your nerves, and his lips move passionately across your skin before his hand moves to tilt your head up for better access
- it's like he can read your mind
- just the right pressure, just the right grasp, and can easily read when it starts to become uncomfortable
- he loves the way you anchor yourself to him by grabbing his wrist, pushing him in closer and pulling him back when it becomes too much
- communication is super important for him, so being able to gauge when he's getting too into it and what kinds of pressure you like are vital
- he loves the way you moan when he does it, so eventually, he's going to ask you to do it to him as well
WHISKEY
- a bit more vanilla than you'd expect from someone so forward, but is interested in this particular kink you have
- he'll trace the shell of your ear with his fingers, brush the side of your jaw, play with you lower lip, before cupping his hand lightly to your throat
- he likes to see how you fit so well in his hand, the way you gasp and shudder for him when he forces your chin up to look him in the eye
- the way his lip curls up when he realizes how smitten you are for him, the way he could tell you to do anything and you'd probably do it with the heat of his hand flush against your neck
- you have to show him how to do it properly, in order to not crush your windpipe, but he gets the hang of it swiftly enough
- is very possessive, and WILL allude to it in public
- he'll wrap his arm around your shoulders, and brush his fingers up against your neck
- he'll say you have something on your neck and go to wipe it away, his fingers splayed down the side of it
- he smiles when he sees your goosebumps, and you know you're in for it when you get home
JAVIER PEÑA
- he likes to kiss you with his hand wrapped around your neck
- to feel your heartbeat through your throat
- if it speeds up when he does it, he knows he's doing something right
- when he takes you from behind, he likes tugging on your hair, wrapping a hand securely around your throat so you know you're not going anywhere
- he really likes it, actually
- he loves the feeling of pressing you impossibly closer into him
- he likes to admire your beautiful throat, when your chest is pressed up against his and he's fucking up into you
- he'll grab your hair at the roots, and pull back on it, to wrap his fingers securely around the base of your throat, keeping you there
- his hands find every erogenous part of you they can, so to have one more spot he knows he can get you off with, that's all the more pleasure from javi
MARCUS MORENO
- he laughs mischievously when you ask him to do it
- he likes to get your blood rushing to all the hottest parts of you first
- he plants wet kisses to your neck, his nose pressing hard into your skin
- the way you heat up for him, and get so excited when he does it
- his free hand finds a way between your thighs and the other one curls around your throat
- it's great for when you're getting too loud and he's afraid you'll wake missy or alert the neighbors, even
- he loves listening to you pant heavily after you're done
- he also loves feeling you dig your nails into his back when you orgasm and his hand is wrapped around your throat
- those scratches aren't terribly difficult to hide, and the idea that you've marked him up as yours is reward enough for indulging in your requests
MARCUS PIKE
- will be the most reluctant, as nobody has ever asked this of him before
- he's scared of hurting you, but you seem to get really into it
- he's in awe of you when you push his hand harder and harder into your neck, moaning and whimpering soft and broken from underneath his grip
- he's not actually the one in charge here, but with his hand wrapped around your windpipe, her certainly feels like he is
- he doesn't want to leave bruises, and definitely checks up on you after the sex or the make out session
- you tell him that he doesn't have to worry as much, but that doesn't give him peace of mind
- it's only when you gently introduce him to the receiving end of it does he understand
- he doesn't like it as much as when you're writing and moaning underneath him, but he figures that if you like it, and he's really not hurting you, he doesn't mind you wrapping his fingers around your neck sometimes
MAX PHILLIPS
- max has always loved your neck, nipping at it, leaving hickeys, pressing his fingers into the pliable skin there
- so when you beg him to choke you, to force all the air out of your chest, to wrap his long fingers around your throat
- he doesn't need to be told twice
- he loves it so much, he starts doing it without needing to be asked
- he presses you up against a wall, or pins you to the bed, and squeezes just enough for you to just barely be able to breathe
- he fucks hard when he chokes you
- you swear you almost pass out when he does it, but he allows you to pull his hands back if he's getting too rough
- he likes to feel your hands wrapped around his throat too, mainly because he doesn't need to breathe, so seeing you fall apart on top of him, seeing your hands wrapped around such a delicate piece of him, squeezing as hard as you can as you ride out your orgasm
- he loves nothing more than orgasms, necks, and good business. and two out of three isn't bad
MAXWELL LORD
- he frames your face with his hands, thumbs tracing your cheeks, and you almost melt at his soft touch
- maxwell is usually quite eager, but gentle in the best ways
- the best part about when he chokes you and fucks you at the same time, is that he subconsciously squeezes in time with each of his thrusts
- his arm frames your head and his face is so close you yours and you just can't help trying to moan around his hand
- he loves loves loves hearing you moan, so usually he'll let up to allow them to escape your mouth
- but then he's right back on it, because he knows that the more he does it, the closer you'll get, and the louder you'll be
- his rings dig marks into your neck, but you love the cold contrast to the warmth of his fingers
OBERYN MARTELL
- will most definitely choke you if you ask him to
- he likes to have you demonstrate for him just exactly how you like it
- your breath hinges in your throat when he takes your hand in his, and presses it underneath his jaw, right above his adams apple
- and you press into his neck and his eyes narrow before he take you and pushes you down onto whatever surface is closest so he can fuck you
- he lights a fire in your core that's impossible to extinguish without him
- he likes to come up from behind you, wrap his hand around your throat, and shove his hand into your pants or up your dress or around whatever you're wearing
- and he loves to feel you push back against him when he does it
- he knows he's got you right where he wants you in that case
- his fingers flex around your throat and he tries to cover as much area at once
- he believes in allowing you to be as loud as you want, since he wants all of dorne to know how good of a lover he is
- but if his fingers are wrapped around your throat, he doesn't mind swallowing all of your moans in a kiss
PERO TOVAR
- tries to choke you out with two hands at first
- you really gotta slow him down and show him the ropes
- sometimes he gets excited about it, other times he's less enthusiastic
- but he loves pleasing you, deep down inside that cold heart of his
- which is why he obliges the request
- once he gets the hang of it, its over for you bitches
- he's up in your ear, panting and whispering dirty things, downright filthy things
- and he squeezes your neck tightly, his fingers wrapped snugly around your throat
- you swear his one hand almost wraps the entire way around, his fingers are so long
- he prefers fast and dirty sex, so this kind of kink is right up his alley
- especially because of how rough he can be with you
- when you two get close, he starts squeezing tighter and tighter, until you almost cant breathe, and your release, when he finally lets go, is one of the best orgasms you've ever had
- which is how pero accidentally discovers his breathplay kink