#🍮.s/m

[littlepuddingsworld]

Okay, this is going to sound insane, but please hear me out.

In the 19th century, there were doctors who specialised in curing "female hysteria", which was often just misdiagnosed sexual frustration (Whenever women were too out of control for men to handle, it was diagnosed as hysteria. So it was basically anything, sexual frustration included...). The cure was fingering...yeah. It was relatively normalised to, as a doctor, finger someone's wife...quite a way to make a living. There was basically a handbook written in Latin about how you do it (oil up your hand, insert here, there will be muscle contraction, the lady in question will breathe heavily before ultimately having a hysteria paroxysm (this is a former medical term for orgasms btw)). Obviously, there were mixed opinions about giving another man's wife an orgasm, however, the Catholic doctors concluded that it cannot have been sexual, since there was no penetration. "It's our duty as doctors to cure these poor women of their hysteria, Sir 🫡"

FUN FACT: Since some doctors would experience wrist pain from the...hard manual labour, they invented a device that does it for them: The vibrator. When the vibrator was first used in pornography, the doctors said NOPE and left their profession behind. In 2011, there was a period romcom made about this called Hysteria. It's not even that bad, unironically. Oh and by the way, the name hysteria is derived from the Greek word hystera, meaning uterus, hence why only women were diagnosed with hysteria.

Anyway, getting to my point:

Imagine a yandere thinking that you're being incredibly hysterical, emotional, out of control and then proceeding to sit you down and curing you of your hysteria the old-fashioned way...

They either do it knowingly, or are just too oblivious to even realise that what they are doing is...not quite the correct solution for the problems they caused you in the first place...

Just wanted to share this with someone...take it as you will...

,,, to be honest, I knew about the hysteria, but I didn't know about the fact that a vibrator was created that way,,,, sexy big brain<3333 i love your words so much, mercury kissed you at birth,,,, very brainy, very many cerebral convolutions, I love it,,, come here to kith kith pretty pie—

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

your husband is so sweet, so adorable — especially when he's on his knees in front of you, purring something about how he should help you, as if it's not his personal fault that you feel like this.

... ♡ unhealthy relationship, misconception of the century / time, hierarchical society, mild sexism? (more classism?), mild maledom elements, mention of religion, forced marriage implied, male pregnancy mentioned because no pregnant reader, unethical treatment methods?; doctor!noble!husband x darling!reader

dubious consent (dubcon) -> consensual sex, crying, mild sadism/masochism, mention of degradation (g.), hair pulling (g.), oral sex (r.), mild fingering (r.), praise (r.)

If THEODORE had been told that he was "mistreating his darling spouse", he would have

agreed.

It was logical: if he treated you well, then would you enter into a frenzy of emotions, scream and look as if you were about to faint before falling at a table made of pleasantly smelling wood, — Theodore knew that you love this variety; almost all tables, chairs and other wooden utensils was of this sort, — completely exhausted, unable even to drive away your narrow-minded husband, only waving a fragile palm in his direction, as if desperate, while he took your fan, straight from the hands of the best chinese craftsmen, and gently fanned you, letting you hang head? Of course not.

You, his breathtaking spouse, were so touching and gentle, full of spring charm and a few drops of exquisite, expensive coquetry, like the first flowers in spring — delicate, almost transparent, not at all like the luxury of scarlet roses that gardeners grow every season, or the exuberant scent of lilac and juniper, especially in July. Not at all. Your charm was subtle, unique, corresponding to the rumbling of the first rivers or the first drop falling from the roofs after the melting of the snow. You have never been a socialite — never; parents were rich enough to support you and your siblings, but not rich enough to live in idleness and not worry about money.

You were introduced at the first ball and attended others from time to time, but most of the time you couldn't afford to walk around with "old dresses", not wanting to be considered poor or shame family by not being able to buy new clothes. Theodore understood perfectly well — being from a not-so-rich family, somehow coping with this whole world, you simply could not afford to live bohemian, expensive and shameless out of fear that money was too little, as if you did not even think that you could just marry someone rich and sponsor with their help your family. Theodore didn't blame, having heard about you for the first time from the mouths of other dandies who follow every new "coquette fan", more than an eloquent sign of finding a partner, though; "too conscientious and didn't understand how this world works" or just a prude,

but now, he understands that you just knew your worth and waited for someone like

him.

After all, in a world where divorce can only happen after death, and infidelity is punished by an enraged spouse with a knife, how could you easily marry someone? You were so alluring, like ripe peaches filled with juice — naturally, not everyone can and should touch your delicate, perfumed hands and caress skin so soft that no overseas silk can compare.

Theodore was sure that there were words about you: "If the cost of their kiss was hell, // then I will kiss their lips, // so that in hell I can brag to the devils // that I was in heaven without even entering it." Because you were paradise, it didn't matter if you smiled, cried or screamed — or were "not a couple who deserved," but only because you could have become the monarch's spouse right away, but he found you earlier.

He had no doubt that you were special — definitely to him. Therefore, he did not think long before he came to your parents to take you to his estate, in the sweetly itchy haste of first and only love, kissing your hands and touching the slightly trembling fan with thin fingers while you looked down in frightened amazement, while your parents confusedly exchanged glances, not understanding why he came to "court you". Theodore did not ask if you had someone — after all, if you had, you would rather slit your throat than let another touch your thin fingers, because he would have done exactly the same in your place if he were still a dependent young man (now, of course, he was not — having studied at a very prestigious university, where his parents also studied, he was more than an enviable independent bachelor and knew it). And if earlier he was afraid that, what if!, was not "normal", then when saw you, he knew that he had been waiting for you all this time — and you were undoubtedly waiting for him too.

If, in order to be with you, he had to refuse the sky, the sun and the moon, he would do it without hesitation. This is love — Theodore had no doubt that you yourself understand this.

Your parents, however, soon dispelled his prejudices. You didn't just "didn't understand it" — you weren't like that, but Theodore, hesitating only for a few seconds, realized that you just weren't like everyone else. While others were blinded by love, like him, you couldn't be like that — you just didn't understand it, didn't feel like that, and your parents were only afraid that your "defect" in the marriage market would make you lonely for the rest of days.

Theodore, however, did not think so: you were the same age as him, he was childless, unmarried, rich and educated, had an estate with intelligent and trained servants, good sources of income, a lot of free time, did not have the habit of drinking a lot of alcohol or tobacco, — and the fact that you were allegedly "not sensual enough" was, of course, stupidity. He wasn't going to use the fact that you can't pick up a knife to kill an unfaithful spouse! And I wasn't going to cheat! He won't do any harm! Yes, you may be a little... very very little defective-ish, but isn't love blind? He will accept you at any cost, even with such a... 'setback'.

... Of course, it is wrong and even abnormal that you cannot kill someone who is cheating on you, and are not ready to die just to be with someone you love, and that it is wild for you to give up everything for your beloved... But Theodore understands that you are already too perfect, and it's okay to have flaws. He's not thirteen anymore.

As long as this is not passed on to children, everything will be fine, please, don't worry, ma joie, — he gently whispers to you, touching gloved fingers, stroking fingers gently, looking into your very happy face ? — I'll accept you for who you are, even with this. With everything. Because you and I, being whole by ourselves, become more than just "ourselves" together.

And it was true, don't get him wrong! His pedigree was good, he was, uh, "thoroughbred," and his family tree was beautiful, worthy of your hand. Theodore was not self-confident, but he was confident, buying everything you want, not walking through salons and entertainment houses and not being in any dubious circles, his entourage was only intelligent people who had an education and could both write and read, and not in two languages, and there was no one in his circle someone of the same gender, and he wasn't squeamish or suspicious. After all, what else can you worry about? But you were worried. Over time, it's even a little noisy.

You shouted, sometimes threw yourself, behaved strangely, as if he was not a refined learned man who was your shadow and wrote poetry to you, not forcing you to do anything even after your approved marriage, but a brute or an invader. Did he take you away without permission? Perhaps using his status in society to a little and influence your parents with children who have not yet appeared to the beau monde, and used a little influence to convince these people that he will help your siblings in the future to find a better match than they can now count on — but then why does he need it: status, influence, reputation, — if he can't even convince his love to stay with him? Otherwise, you can't blame—

... Oh wait.

You can.

Theodore realizes with annoyance, sitting hs office with a book in hands, writing notes in diary, and adjusts his glasses: he had completely forgotten — you're "not like that." You're different. Your parents told him. You understand love differently, you look at your partner differently, you cannot understand the concept of love itself... Theodore used to think that they just raised you wrong, but now he understands what they meant: that the feelings that ordinary people spend on a partner, you leave inside, letting them accumulate, and when you realize that you can no longer, you emotionally explode and behave as if something is wrong with him or you — it's obvious! You just can't do it any other way! Of course, why else would you be unhappy with your situation? After all, it's natural that your family hardly communicates with you or that you can't spend a lot of time outside the house — everyone lives like that, except the unmarried! You just don't understand it!

Because you are so emotional, so sensitive, so responsive, that, naturally, you need special care and care, and not a sidelong glance from your husband, who behaved so coldly, only supporting, but not helping you in any way! After all, he studied at the best university, was one of the best students, even had an internship and, of course, corresponded with his comrades, learning new ways to deal with diseases and disorders. After all, what kind of "good husband" is he if he can't even help his gentle, easily excitable spouse cope with their, he's not afraid of that word, illness?

You just don't understand...

“... Darling, we need to make one thing.”

You are gentle, soft, not submissive — both in clothes and under them, and although you may consider him a little pathetic when he whispers it to you, burying cold nose in your thigh like a lost dog, but after shouting and throwing things, you are no longer so full of destructive energy. Holding him tightly by the hair, you look down with pursed lips, but do not answer anything — and in expensive clothes, with jewelry, sleek and clearly not deprived of the love and affection of a bohemian husband, you look like a deity that descended from heaven.

Theodore knows that he must decontaminate for sure, but what can a spouse hide from a spouse, right? After all, you are more than a "single whole", especially when he is sitting on his lap, no problem as long as you are sitting on a chair made of your favorite wood, soft and comfortable enough, allowing him to carefully get rid of excess clothes without disgrace, looking at how thin lips touch your skin in a respectfully pious way.

Even your heavy breathing from the outburst of emotions sounds like music that should be played in the church if they want the heavenly ambassadors to descend.

Is he too "sugary"?

No, he's just a realist.

“Darling, please...”

You don't push away even when fingers gently touch your thighs like feathers, just frowning a little harder. But not by pushing it away. You are smart, you always have been, and, of course, you yourself understand that you are sick, and only he, as your husband and doctor, can help you. It's natural. Why do you need another men- or women- another doctor? How dare someone else touch you? Only you can touch him and only he can touch you. He's yours — a husband, a doctor, anyone. As soon as you become healthier, he will definitely be your lover — and maybe one day you will take a child or will he carry it. After all, how dare he sleep with you and use you, so gentle and airy, like a messenger from heaven, while you are so deeply ill, not even really knowing what love is and how to react to it?

“Darling... It's just a little help. Just say the word and we'll stop anytime. I don't want to harm my spouse, you know... Besides, you can always stop me by force.”

You yourself spread your warm, soft, almost plush thighs while he meekly looks up from the bottom, trying to unobtrusively encourage you to let him just look a little. Theodore was not an expert on issues related to sex life or the influence of genitals on human behavior, — although, undoubtedly!, it was important, but he preferred less dirty things, — but now, kneeling in front of you on a soft carpet, stroking your skin, it did not seem something vile or dirty, animal, but for some reason pleasant and... airy-natural; the very sight made him want not to wince and turn away, but not to look away, even when you pull his hair harder, frowning, clearly not too willing to continue this, but it's better than if he drags you to someone else.

You knew yourself that your husband sometimes got too involved with the human body in a not too, uh, "harmless" sense, but it was never dangerous or illegal, unless against the law of god, so you let him correspond with 'friends' and 'colleagues', studying new diseases and learning more about experience and practice. But if you knew that one day you would be the subject of research, you would definitely throw his ink and letters into the fireplace — along with other things.

“Mi único... I want to help... Do you know what hysteria is? This is when a darling behaves very much... emotionally because of the internal tension. And so we have recently come up with a... new way to deal with similar diseases. It can help our marriage... Te quaeso?”

Theodore is not an idiot; rather, he feels like a trainer or a tamer, gently pushing and touching, without making any sudden movements while you look at him, gradually relaxing the tense body, letting his fingers, slightly slippery from oil and disinfectants, touch the delicate skin of the inner thigh, massaging and stroking, not hurrying. He doesn't have much experience — practically none, you never shared a bed even after the "wedding night", — but there is enough theory and ideas how to use it, especially when thin, slightly cool fingers slowly touch the skin under stomach, stroke as lightly as possible along a sensitive line, kissing with warmed lips the skin. If he could, he'd love to just open his mouth and eat you, or at least nibble — but he's not the type who eats his darling and then walks around saddened widowers and widows without the opportunity to remarry, he's a more sophisticated type and definitely not that creepy, even if the way you are you pull his hair as fingers gently circle around, rubbing and stroking, using precum for better contact, makes his eyes water and his mouth open slightly, breathing, feeling too ambiguous even for a "husband", let alone the role of the "doctor" in which he was.

“Please... d-darling...” He chirps something slightly hoarsely, stroking, caressing, breathing every other time, as if you are holding not by the hair, but by the throat; when his fingers tremble slightly, you hiss, making him blush slightly shamefacedly, as if from your swearing, — but he tries not to break the rhythm, ignoring, as befits a refined well-mannered husband. Do well-mannered husbands use their fingers on their spouses? Theodore doesn't have that much experience to respond, especially when you flinch slightly, curling your toes, — and he wants to bite just to remove this strange shameful, almost perverted feeling of a mixture of lust and guilt inside, clearly not too approved by religion, but when you start breathing shallowly and harder, closing your eyes, Theodore moves his fingers faster, watching your face.

Is that right? You don't hold him so tightly, but don't take your hand away, and his fingers are so slippery and wet that he's almost ashamed, as if it's all his juices, and he definitely should at least look away, but this is scientific curiosity, just curiosity, even when he changes his position, sinking lower shamelessly, feeling himself for a moment, it really was some kind of fallen man from entertainment houses, with an implicit gurgling feeling in the lower abdomen, listening only to your breathing and slightly squelching sounds. Theodore hardly breathes, looking at his fingers, trying for a moment to distract himself with the fleeting thought "good that cut nails" — but when your... your bare foot touches his shoulder, it seems so perversely seeing your calves that he does not know where to look — freezing for a moment, his eyes are drawn only to you, even if it looks so... sweetly vulgar, completely wrong, — but you're already married, so it's okay even if you're not like that, right? It's okay when he sees something below your neck and bare arms, it's okay when you squeeze his hair tightly again, it's okay when he hears your hot, loud breathing, as if you're breathing directly into his red ears, although he can't even look up from the way you're holding him.

Your fingers are strong, dexterous, squeezing his strands so hard that he can't move anywhere, but for some reason he is too pleased with this than he should be, even when Theodore feels like you are pushing him even closer shamelessly, as if he is not your, actually, noble and high-minded husband, who is now plays the role of your doctor, helping you with your "hysteria", but some kind of fun boy!

Outrageous!

“D-darl-!~”

You hiss something, almost growl — and pull too hard, forcing Theodore to briefly let out a distant sigh without resistance — and obediently open his mouth, hastily removing his fingers so as not to interfere before he finds a new, more comfortable place. His eyes are slightly watering from the mild pain, but when he does not see a shadow of the old irritation or anger in your face, he obediently sticks out the tip of his red tongue, not trying to shirk his doctoral duties — or is this already a marital duty? Theodore doesn't know, he's not sure, — especially when you hold him even tighter, not listening to what he says, knowing that if he really was "against it", he would have already got out, and not looked at you like a fawn at a hunter, as if it wasn't because of him that you were here, with legs spread apart and heavy breathing from the heaviness in the lower abdomen.

Is this really what he was taught at university?

A boy for fun.

The corners of your husband's eyes turn red, but he does not try to say anything or justify himself, — why should he? — making inarticulate sounds, but only moving his head, hesitantly holding your hips as much as he could do it respectfully and unobtrusively; after all, he is a learned man, even if he was kneeling like some kind of animal or a slave.

When Theodore awkwardly, clumsily moves his tongue, trying to make sure that you feel good, for some reason the world feels much brighter and sharper, — especially when the heat gets stronger, making you tremble slightly, feeling a wide tongue and thin flexible fingers, as if they are perfect only for this, but there is less air in your lungs than you need to continue dirty deservedly whisper to him how low he has sunk, from his 'writing letters to the best doctors he studied with' to kneeling in front of his spouse.

It's not that you're going to stop him or let him change his position, of course, but just force him to continue doing what he's good for, while he's almost meowing, almost purring, not trying to pull away anymore.

... It's not that he's wrong, though.

You definitely feel better after a little therapy.

[rainee-da]

🍀 Lay Down in Their Lap [1]

CHARACTER ❥ Doom 🪞 / Famin 🃏 / Epidem 🍮 / Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧 / Cell War 💎

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 and heavy on fluff / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

D O O M 🪞

It was later in the afternoon. He just finished his training and was resting up on the nearby bench at the training grounds before you came and suddenly plopped down on his lap.

His whole body tensed up slightly at the sudden contact before relaxing back as he realized that it was just you.

"Tired, my dear? has your day been rough?" he said with a soothing voice as he ran his hand on your hair, a soft smile forming on his lips.

He learned his whole life to predict other people's movements using all his senses, but you never failed to surprise him with your antics.

And it never fails to lighten his day, to bring sunshine to his world that is devoid of pictures.

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with each other, with his hand brushing through your locks idly.

As you talk about your day, he listened quietly. Take note of your shift in tone and the quiet thumping of your heart.

He didn't mind doing this for eternity, with you.

F A M I N 🎪

He was in a bad mood as he sulked on the sofa, teeth gritting and eyes twitching. One more flick to his nerves and his place is going to be a bloodbath.

Knowing so, his aides understandably decided to keep their distance.

Not you tho, because you were somehow brave enough to stride to his place with a book in hand and plopped your head on his lap.

"... What do you think you're doing?" he said with a strained voice, punctuating every word. You simply answered him with a shrug as you started reading your book.

His aide is looking from the distance, mortified. One of them is making preparations for a quick mass funeral, just in case.

They instantly passed out in fear as their boss started to move, thinking the massacre was going to happen. They missed the fact that Famin had actually moved to hug you, not to massacre you. Or anybody.

His rage already evaporated into thin air, seeing you on his lap.

Get ready to be in his lap for hours lol. He won't let you go now.

E P I D E M 🍮

"... And the texture is all wrong! It's a blasphemy I assure you. Pudding is supposed to be a soft, silky cuisine and the shop can't even differentiate that with a freakin jelly! Honestly-"

You lay on his lap as you listen to him go on his tangent. Your hand slowly caresses his thighs to soothe him down.

Being his lover, you're used to this kind of temper tantrum it could be worse after all.

In fact, you prefer this to his scientific tangent. You can barely understand the other one after all.

But since he has been going on for more than an hour, you're understandably getting tired and you can feel yourself getting sleepy as your eyes fluttering and closing.

Noticing that you no longer saying anything, he stopped and looked down to check your face.

His face softens, seeing you sleeping on his lap. His body finally eases down and he caresses your cheek gently. His mind is in a state of tranquility.

Though you’re gonna wake up with a bite mark on your cheek lol. It’s just that soft after all.

D E L I S A S T E R 🍾

Everything about it is embarrassing. You're embarrassed, his aide pities you, and his family gives you a strange look, the only one who is not embarrassed is Delisaster.

How could you not be? It's a big, fancy banquet being held by Innocent Zero with so many nobles present. And here you are; laying on one of his son's lap.

And you can't escape either, because his hand is gripping your side tightly while his other hand is sipping some red wine, ready to tickle the hell out of you if you made any attempt to escape.

Too bad he's big into PDA too. More than once did he lowered his head to peck your nose or smooch with your lips. In front of everyone.

"Do you want some?" He offers you his glass of wine casually as if it didn't hit him yet that he's being cringy as hell embarrassing you.

He lets out a hearty laugh every time you pout and whine about being embarrassed, clearly finding it to be amusing.

"Why so shy? you're my bae! N' best bet I'll show it to everyone! Gotta show them to whom you belong, after all~"

Rest in peace, you poor soul...

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

It's nearing curfew time. You opened the door of his dorm slowly, making the light from outside permeate through the dark room.

You can see the hunched shadow on the bed jolted in surprise and the light from outside highlighting his face shadow.

"Go away," Domina stated coldly as he lowered his head, and you managed to catch a glimpse of the tear stain on his cheeks.

You didn't say anything. But knowing him, you decided to go against his words and walked to his figure before locking the door.

You startled him as you plopped your head on his lap, burying your face in his stomach while your hand rubbed his lower back gently.

This simple action successfully breaking the dam in the pink-haired man's eye as he started sobbing his heart out.

He started blabbering out his thoughts while his shaky hands hugged your head tightly, sharing the insecurities and the fear he held inside that had been tormenting his soul.

"Please don't go..." he said with a broken voice, as he caressed your face, "I love you... You're all I have... please, promise me to never leave me... Please..."

Both of you ended up sleeping while cuddling together, content smile formed on his sleeping face.

C E L L W A R 💎

"Stop it, I have to go," he whines, trying his best to push you, who is currently nuzzling your face on his stomach, off of his lap, "I have to meet Master, he'll be furious if I'm late!"

You quipped to him that the appointed meeting is still an hour ahead, and he groans in frustration, unable to refute your words.

He knows that the meeting is still an hour away, and it only took him a quarter of an hour to reach the location. Meaning that he had plenty of hours for himself. 

But he just can't help to work hard. He wants to please his Master!

"You're such a brat..." he grumbled as his hand moved to pull off the thorn crown on his head, and he leaned back to relax on the bed.

Your sheepish smiles earned you a soft chuckle from him. He stares at you with eyes full of meaning as his hand strokes your hair gently.

He wants you to find someone better, but he can't think of a life without you by his side. For him, you're his oasis. Anything you did seems to bring his dead heart back to life.

'I guess it's okay to relax once in a while... for you.'

Work has been abusing wearing me out and I didn't have too much time to open social media lately so this one will be shorter than the previous one. Honestly can I just be reincarnated as a seal? please please please please-

I also wrote a similar prompt for Walkis Academy students. If you happen to like this one, you might also like the other one! Maybe, I mean, I dunno...

Anyway, thank you for reading! 🍀

[valentine-cafe]

May I have some churros and egg tarts, please!!

[Afab reader]

Just thinking about Jingyi coming home to Alessio fucking you stupid!!:( With his hand effectively pushing your chest and face smooshed into the couch and your ass up in the air. Alessio just can't seem to get enough of you, of your wines and cries and barely their words of you begging for papi to give you a break!! He'd tell you to speak up and only smart girls get what they want!! Couldn't stop watching the way you tremble, the way your rear slaps back against his pelvis and the way your cunny keeps swallowing his cock!!:(( He'd hear the familiar jingle of keys and the unlocking door before you. His husband, walking in on the two of you, could feel the wave of excitement coursing through him!! And you'll hear his voice speak up.

"Oh, so this must be why no one was answering me~" that's when you realize Jingyi is home. You'll pathetically cry out for him, too fucked out to make out words. Jingyi will saunter over and give his overly confident husband a deep kiss while giving you a pat on the head!!:( You'll whine out at how aroused Alessio sounded asking if Jingyi was going to have a turn. But ofc Jingyi will want more than a turn, he wants to see you cry and squirt all over him. He wants to spank you so hard that it'll hurt to sit. He wants to see you choke, whether it's with his tail or his hand, he wants to see the loopy look on your face when he squeezes the sides of your throat. He wants to claim you as his by sinking his nails and teeth into your precious skin. He wants to put you into every position imaginable while you take his cocks. And Alessio would love to watch.

-🍄

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 1311 alessio & jìngyí

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱ rockstar x reader, enigma x reader, villain x reader, mercenary x reader, villain x reader naga x reader, grim reaper x reader, mechanist x reader, cw: rough sex, choking, overstimulation ꒱

oh and did alessio love watching each and every moment of it. jìngyí’s tali snaked around your throat. his body twisting and turning while his two pulsing dicks fuck into you frantically.

one cock pumps and squirts with seed into your greedy cunt, which swallows it all. and with the heaps of load that shoots into you, a small knot has begun to form. the bulge in your tummy no longer being his cock ramming into you.

while the other, takes your ass. slapping against the plush skin, while sending pangs of pleasure through his stomach and looping it up into his brain every time he feels the clench of your tight hole against him.

“take it, — c’mon baby, stop whining s’much you wanted it so bad didn’t you? s- fngh— saw the way you looked at me when I came in” jìngyí would pant, squeezing at your throat with his hand, switching places with the tail.

a deep, raspy groan reverberate off of the the walls when his milky white eyes catch sight of your tongue sticking out of your mouth. saliva dripping off of it each time he squeezes his hand down on your throat and watches the way you squirm and squirt.

“jìng— j— jìn— nhg— m—mah-hhangh”

“reduced to— fuck — spluttering, what a beautiful sight.” he chuckles, gulping down the lump of excitement that had built in his throat.

his cocks pulling out of you before his tail wraps around you and pulls you into a mating press. tail tip swirling around your clit.

all the while, alessio dies a bit each time he has an orgasm. hearing your cries and moans. hand pumping agressively at his throbbing cock that stubbornly stay stiff and hard.

your voice was a symphony to him. each choke, moan, scream of pleasure, whimper and whine. he could put them all into a song and it’d be one of his best pieces yet.

[alechans-cutetickles]

🇮🇹:sapete cosa? nn mi interessa se un perdonaggio nn e affetuoso devo fare questo per lei UnU

🇺🇸:yk what? Idc wich fictional character isn't affectuos i have to do this for her UnU

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 💜ennui♡︎tickle headcanons📱˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

(🇮🇹:Una ✨lee✨)

(🇺🇸:She is a ✨lee✨)

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🇺🇸:

ʚ Ler:soft/playfull/sneaky ɞ

💌 she LOVE tickle pranks >:3 🧠

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ if u r very sleepy she can wake up u with the tickle monster suprisse /// !

꒦꒷ if u have problem to sleep she can give u tickle cuddle so u can calm down ^//w//^ ~

🦴 "oh yeah ur not ticklish don't make my fingers wiggling~ 7//w//7" 🐾

🎀 "ur smell lies~ 7//o//7" 📎

🎧 her fav tool is her fingers 🩹

📎 she like nibbling~ 6//6 💟

🪶 her fav spot it's belly n armpits 🍓

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

🇮🇹:

ʚ Ler:soffice/giocerelona ɞ

🐾 ADORA gli scherzi dell solletico >:3 💯

♡ᵎᵎᵎ se sei pigrone lei ti svelgia con il mostro dell solletico /// ?

🔪 sei hai problemi di sonno ti lei ti potrebbe dare delle coccole di solletico cosi ti calmi ^//w//^ ♡︎

🕸️ "a si nn soffri il solletico? Nn farmi muovere le dita~ 7//w//7" 💌

🍖 "odori buggie~ 7//o//7" 🍥

🫁 ama solleticare con le sue dita 🫀

🦷 ama solleticare i pancini e le asscele 💕

꧁༺-----☆-----༻꧂

🇺🇸:

'*•.¸♡ lee:soft/shy ♡¸.•*'

🇯🇵 ok...she hide that she LOVE be tickled /// 💯

🍡 she get suprisess n fluttered if u asko if she is tickle or if u can tickle her >//< 🍮

🎧 "W-WHAT M-ME T-TICKLISH?! N-NO O//O" ♡̶

🔪 she is 92% EXTRA ticklish~ 7//7" •*¨*•.¸¸ઇଓ

⋆⑅˚₊ she give tickle cuddles when u are stressed but if she is tressed too she come to u and asking if she can having tickle cuddles (so cute ///) ๑՞.

⑅꙳ ♡ ༘ she LOVE be tickled on her tummy ///❤️❤️ 🦴

⋆͛♡⋆͛ her worst spot it's her belly button ♡༣

💌 "OHOHOHO MHYHYHY UR TOHOHO GOHOHOHOD AT THIHIHIHS >//w//<" 🦷

🍖 she love be tickled with a feather~ ^//^ 🥞

🍼 her laugh it's super dubet cute /// ♡︎

🧠 she is too shy for asking tickle but she adore tummy kisess so she can asking for that >//< 🌈

🍒 she some time cover her mouth when she giggle awww 𖦹//𖦹 🏩

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ෴ﮩ_______

🇮🇹:

'*•.¸♡ lee:soffice/timida ♡¸.•*'

ꗯ ok...lei nasconde che ADORA essere solleticata /// ~❥

🦷 viene sopressa e imbarazzata quando li dici se soffre il solletico o se la potressi solleticarla >//< 🍮

♡⃛⋆⁺ "C-COSA I-IO S-SOFFRO IL SOLLETICO?! N-NO! O//O" 𖦹

ʚ❤︎ɞ dall 92% lo soffre~ 7//7 !

⸜♡⃛⸝‍ ti da le coccole dell solletico se sei stressato ma se e stressata anche lei viene da te a chiedertelo (che carina ///) ꒰໓ ♡⃛ ໕꒱

💯 ADORA farsi solleticare sull suo pancino ///❤️❤️ 🫁

🍥 il suo punto debole é l'ombellico ♪

❥ · ﾟ₊ "OHOHOHOHO MIO DHIHIHOHOHO SEHEHEHIHI TROPPO BRAHAHAVX A QUEEHEHETHOHO >//w//< ꨄ︎

🍡 adora essere solletocata da una piuma ^//^ 🍼

🇯🇵 ha una risata super duber carina ^//^ 🌈

🥞 é troppo timida per dire se puo essere solleticata ma adora i bacini sull pancino quindi lei puo chiedere se lo puo averlo >//< 🍒

˚｡・* ੈ♡ qualce volta nasconde la sua bocca awww 𖦹//𖦹 🏩

。♡ ˙ ˚ ʚ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ɞ ˚ ˙ ♡ 。

[dolljong]

𓊆ྀི🍰𓊇ྀི𝘊һ᥆ᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍ᥱ ᑲᥲkᥱrᥡ 𝜗♡⃘𝜚⑅ ྀི𓈒🍦

🍮𝜗𝜚⑅𓈒۫𓊈𝘔ᥙ𝖿𝖿іᥒs , 𝘐ᥴᥱ ᥴrᥱᥲm & ⍴ᥲs𝗍rіᥱs!𓊉🍪

𓈒⑅🍩 ྀི𓈒: 𝘔ᥲᥡ 𝘐 𝗍ᥲkᥱ ᥙr ᥆rძᥱr ?♡ ﻌ ♡^᪲᪲᪲𓈒::🍫

[7minji]

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hi guys i just want to say thanks for 2k followers ! sorry for not writing a huge huge paragraph but im still very happy for everything 🤍🤍🤍 i love u all guys so much mwa mwa mwa 🌸🥞

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[partycage]

" HELLO!!! It's me, PARTY HAT!!! " ( SHE/HE/CAKE/VOID // PARTY HAT ; divider by lavendargalactic )

( itss me, @ss-irin01 !! im the person running this!! i love party hat you have no idea i love her silly tophat )

🎂 " to this everlasting melody, "

DISCLAIMER : PARTY HAT is written to have DID (DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER). as the blog progresses, more alters may be introduced.

₊˚ WARNINGS!! - Mentions of Violence

- S##ci#al Ideation - Depersonalization - Themes of Depression - Mentions of cultism If a roleplay starts to get too uncomfortable to your liking, please message me, or feel free to drop the interaction — Comfort is my top priority in all of my interactions.

🍰 " face to face, we dance-- "

₊˚ RULES!!! - M STILL LEARNING TUMBLR PLS DOJNT BULLY ME SOBS CRIES TELL ME IF ANYTHINGS WRONG !! - dont be weird!! uh i mean you can but dont be too weird!! like no nfsw!! - dont spam too much!!! my brain can only hold so much!! you can flood it though - dont harras :p - have fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :333

🍦 " with our story lost in forever's embrace. "

₊˚ TAGS!!!! #scheduleannouncement - important posts!! #partycage - general tag!! #partyillust - art!! #partyhosting - asks!! #rehost - reblogs!! #freetime - posts!! + other tags like #phighting and #phighting oc

🍮 " on your icy lips, read my soul-- "

₊˚ ALTERS:

schariac — protector ; trauma holder.

they / it / void. 18.

agender, unlabelled.

NOTES: semi-lack the ability to

taste and touch. likes mango shakes and writing.

robin - memory holder.

he/they/mist/mango. 5.

agender.

NOTES: always involuntarily shaking and stuttering.

APPEARANCE(S)

[imagine-silk]

Masterlist (Old)

🍮 My Favorites

AtSV

Peter B staring down Jess while hugging Autistic!Younger!Spider

Peter B taking Autistic!Younger!Spider to a meeting

DRAGON AGE

Dragon Age Inquisition characters finding comfort with you

Yan!Sera headcannon

Josephine Montilyet headcannon

Cassandra Pentaghast headcannon

Varric with a Noir Detective 🍮

Dorian, Cassandra, and Cullen finding out a Scout has a crush on Varric🍮

What if Sten was Pining

Vegas AU ideas

Okay hear me out... Trian and Alistair

Origins Fake dating ideas(Commenter has a great one for Shale)

DAI Modern summer events (Sera, Josephine, Iron bull)

You're a dark elf (Solas, Dorian, Josephine)

How they show affection (Varric, Cullen, Morrigan)

Their child is sick (Cassandra, Josephine, Vivienne)

Pining over a scout (Varric, Cole, Josephine)🍮

Days Recovering; One, Four

FALLOUT

Fallout Yan!Dudes with a courser s/o who left the Institute

Yan!Cait w/ Institute scientist Darling

Sole turns into a supermutant

Preston reacting to Sole w/ Auditory processing disorder (APD)

Yan!Girls Meeting your Assaultron Girlfriend

Yan!Girls w/ a tourist Darling

Reactions to terrifying super-ghoul

Super-mutant wing-man

Sole's accidental trick-shot

Sole painting companions in a surreal art style

Missing Sole turns up as a glowing ghoul

Girl companions meeting your ghoul parents

Sole sobbing uncontrollably when they come back from the Intitute

Modern!Companions comforting reader after a pet death (Not dogmeat's)

Cartoon door beat-up thing

Sole high on painkillers confesses (Deacon, Preston, MacCready)

Yan!Danse and Haylen react to Sole being former Enclave

Yan!Girls react to you saying you want to have a baby w/ them

Yan!Girls react to Sole leaving to hunt down an item and returning months later

Insults between dumb and dumber

Sole having four arms

Peaceful!Sole finally snapping at an ungrateful settler

Telling Yan!Girls you were once in the Enclave

Shooting Yan!Girls w/ a bubble gun🍮

Pouring your heart out to Yan!Girls

Companions gaining fire abilities

Companions (+Proctor Igram) react to a ripper doc

Life w/ Codsworth after the bombs dropped

Reader giving love-nips (Hancock, Nick, MacCready)

Scribe Haylen headcannons

Piper Wright headcannons

React to a magical girl w/ guns

Hancock, Deacon, Nick, and MacCready react to M!SS who shaves too much and ends up with a babyface

Companions react to Pacifist!Lycanthrope!SS who is stuck in werewolf form🍮

MacCready, Deacon, and Danse after a gore-y fight with blood everywhere🍮

X6-88's guide to cure love sickness🍮

React to the song Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

Chipper!SS breaking down after going to the institute

React to the song Glimpse of Us by Joji

Child giving them a friendship braclet (X6-88, Cait, Vadim and Yafim)🍮

Taking care of a Asian!Teen!SS(Travis Miles, Nick Valentine, Deacon)🍮

Deacon traveling with a Vampire SS(not romanced)

M!SS is protective over non-human companions (+Kent, Sturges)🍮

House husbands (Preston, Hancock, Deacon)

Favorite place to go for a date (X6-88, Preston, Hancock)

Yandere (Cait, Curie, Piper)

Having a trouble-making twin (Hancock, Nick, Piper, Deacon)

Yandere Preston, Gage, Danse

Relationship milestones (Deacon, Preston, Gage)🍮

Modern Companions

Modern Companions Love Interest/Ocs

You have a stutter (X6-88, Hancock, Piper)

When someone reacts negatively to them being a synth (With no interference)

What their kisses are like (Deacon, Hancock, Curie)

What are mornings like (MaCready, Cait, Preston)

Danse and Nate smut I wrote drunk

MARVEL🍮

Marvel characters being inebriated

Finding a portrait of them you painted

Secretary!Trilogy!Peter finding out he's in love with you

Natasha and sleepy kisses

Secretary!Spidermen; You doze off

Secretary!Spidermen; Winter dates i guess

Secretary!Spidermen (MCU, TASM, Trilogy, Peter B., Miles Morales)

Secretary!Spidermen; Getting you ready before a meeting

You're a Slime (Peter, Tony, Bruce)

Glass in my hands (Scott Lang/Fem!Reader)

DBH

Yandere husband!Hank + son!Connor x willing!Darling

Supernatural lore ideas

Gavin having a surgeon husband

"You're so cute." (Hank, Gavin, Chloe)

Hugging them out of the blue (Hank, Gavin, Chloe)🍮

You don't like androids (Simon, Luther, Markus and Carl)🍮

Meeting your parents (Hank, Markus, Gavin, Elijah)

Darling is very tactile (Yan Connor, Hank, Gavin)

Misc.

Please I need this Bagginshield ending

Yandere Elliott

Yandere Sam, Sebastian, Emily

Star Trek: Next Generation; Having a crush on Data (+Socially awkward)🍮

Overprotective!Yan!Parvati/Nyoka + trying to escape

Parvati romance headcanons (still ace)

[wierdbxtchsdiary]

hello! welcome to my blog 🎂‼✩｡°𝄞

INFP/ENFP

discord: iigirl0004

i am coco (not my real name)

im 14 :3 -31/may/2010

im a cis girl and i like all genders ^_^

t h i n g s y o u w i l l s e e o n m y b l o g (੭ ' ᐜ ')੭

🍎 little notes about my day

⭐️ secrets . . .

✿ pictures i have taken

📓 music

🎐 art that i have drawn

🐇 lots of reblogs

🩰 movies/series i like

𝄞 my opinions on things

🥢makeup

୨ৎ fashion

🎹 me playing the piano

🌸 Pinterest dumps

🍒 anime/manga i like

🩷 video games i like

𓇼 random

🍓dni !!

(pedos/kinkblogs/racists/nsfw ageregressors/ transfobes/ homophobes/ rude people/ rcta/ problematic shit/ nsfw-anything/ bigots/ conservatives- right wingers/ pro sexwork/ maps/ ed-blogs/pro4na/cishet men/cutegore accounts)

🎂‼✩｡°𝄞୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆🍓 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚🎀 ✧˖°.୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆🍓 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

[pupzzz]

Abt me/this acc!

You can skip to dni!

Name - You can call me any of these! - Fang, Lupe, Echo/Ecko, Lobo, Wolfie, Wolve or Pup ☆

+ petnames/titles?: puppy/puppie/pups/pubby (any variation really) puppa, papa and dada (im okay with anything really though feel free to ask about any others!)

Age - 20

Pronouns - he/they/it + neopronouns: pup/pups, canine related neos!

Likes/interests - kpop, anime, sanrio (puppies) animal crossing, cookie run, genshin, idv, collecting plushies + stickers

I am a pet dreamer/regressor aswell as a dog/wolf/canine therian/kin and furry, though i am a cg/handler too! (Both coping mechanisms!) Interested in a cg (puppyreg) and/or pet! Im okay with agere too though^^ just as long as youre around my age, 17 at least! Dont be afraid to dm me (:

Please use tone tags when talking to me!

Srs, nm, j, hj, s, p, r, li, ly, others are okay too but these are usually the ones I need!

I love to make friends!! Dont be afraid to message me or interact :D im also okay with spam likes/reblogs etc! I am quite bad at making conversation but ill try my best! Just bad at messaging first ): i also have a spam insta which i use more and get notifs there, if youd like the user to be friends you can dm me! Or pinterest^^

DNI

If you are an nsfw/kink account or interact with accounts of that nature, this account is strictly sfw

If you are homophobic, transphobic, racist, abliest, anti - therian/petre and agere + participate in cancel or cringe "culture" and things along those lines, I will not tolerate it on my account and you will be blocked

If you are under 15, this account is safe for everyone but i am just not comfortavke with it, or at least dming (:

! If you know me irl or on another platform, this is my safe space, do not take that away from me and do not talk abt/mention it to me either, in the nicest way possible...unless I have personally told you abt this acc I dont want you interacting with me here

Typing quirks (will add more when/if i remember)

m: me/im/i, b: be, s: so, ss/is? jst: just, gnna: gonna, wnt: want/wont, cld: could, shld: should, hve: have, nd: and, yr: youre

+ liked posts may not be safe, if youre looking through those be careful because some may be triggering or upsetting!

If you have read my dni please send me or comment any 1! of these emojis 🐕🐶🍮🐾🦴 if you dont you may be removed, or blocked if your acc is blank cause ill assume its a bot (or pls let me know youre not!)

[viiivnnn]

fonts ﹙🍮﹚ ᥲ b ᥴ d ᥱ f g h ι j k ᥣ m ᥒ ᥒ̃ o ρ q r s t ᥙ v ᥕ x ყ z ᥲ͟ b͟ ᥴ͟ d͟ ᥱ͟ f͟ g͟ h͟ ι͟ j͟ k͟ ᥣ͟ m͟ ᥒ͟ ᥒ̃ o͟ ρ͟ q͟ r͟ s͟ t͟ ᥙ͟ v͟ ᥕ͟ x͟ ყ͟ z

���� 𝗯 𝗰 𝗱 𝗲 𝗳 𝗴 𝗵 𝗶 𝗷 𝗸 𝗹 𝗺 𝗻 𝗻̃ 𝗼 𝗽 𝗾 𝗿 𝘀 𝘁 𝘂 𝘃 𝘄 𝘅 𝘆 𝘇 𝗮͟ 𝗯͟ 𝗰͟ 𝗱͟ 𝗲͟ 𝗳͟ 𝗴͟ 𝗵͟ 𝗶͟ 𝗷͟ 𝗸͟ 𝗹͟ 𝗺͟ 𝗻͟ 𝗻̃ 𝗼͟ 𝗽͟ 𝗾͟ 𝗿͟ 𝘀͟ 𝘁͟ 𝘂͟ 𝘃͟ 𝘄͟ 𝘅͟ 𝘆͟ 𝘇 𝖺 𝖻 𝖼 𝖽 𝖾 𝖿 𝗀 𝗁 𝗂 𝗃 𝗄 𝗅 𝗆 𝗇 𝗇̃ 𝗈 𝗉 𝗊 𝗋 𝗌 𝗍 𝗎 𝗏 𝗐 𝗑 𝗒 𝗓 𝖺͟ 𝖻͟ 𝖼͟ 𝖽͟ 𝖾͟ 𝖿͟ 𝗀͟ 𝗁͟ 𝗂͟ 𝗃͟ 𝗄͟ 𝗅͟ 𝗆͟ 𝗇͟ 𝗇̃ 𝗈͟ 𝗉͟ 𝗊͟ 𝗋͟ 𝗌͟ 𝗍͟ 𝗎͟ 𝗏͟ 𝗐͟ 𝗑͟ 𝗒͟ 𝗓

𝓪 𝓫 𝓬 𝓭 𝓮 𝓯 𝓰 𝓱 𝓲 𝓳 𝓴 𝓵 𝓶 𝓷 𝓷̃ 𝓸 𝓹 𝓺 𝓻 𝓼 𝓽 𝓾 𝓿 𝔀 𝔁 𝔂 𝔃 𝓪͟ 𝓫͟ 𝓬͟ 𝓭͟ 𝓮͟ 𝓯͟ 𝓰͟ 𝓱͟ 𝓲͟ 𝓳͟ 𝓴͟ 𝓵͟ 𝓶͟ 𝓷͟ 𝓷̃ 𝓸͟ 𝓹͟ 𝓺͟ 𝓻͟ 𝓼͟ 𝓽͟ 𝓾͟ 𝓿͟ 𝔀͟ 𝔁͟ 𝔂͟ 𝔃 ɑ b c d e f g h i j k l m n ñ o p q r s t u v w x y z ɑ͟ b͟ c͟ d͟ e͟ f͟ g͟ h͟ i͟ j͟ k͟ l͟ m͟ n͟ ñ o͟ p͟ q͟ r͟ s͟ t͟ u͟ v͟ w͟ x͟ y͟ z

[tinsikud]

𖦹🌈 Kud

Diary 🍮🌱

Em alrꫀady havꫀ a day for thꫀrapy ꫀm forgot to say in mi last ꫀntry. In a fꫀᥕ ᥕꫀꫀks from noᥕ. Em nꫀrvous ("._.) It mi first day. Em nꫀvꫀr did thꫀrapy. Em ᥕas pushꫀd by mi mom to do it bꫀcausꫀ of a fꫀᥕ things. (Shꫀ dug through mi phonꫀ). That kind of ᥕhy ꫀm in thꫀrapy too. Em ᥕrotꫀ on dailylifꫀ, said ꫀm dꫀlꫀting it for alittlꫀ ᥕhilꫀ. Em think ꫀvꫀryonꫀ hatꫀ mi on it ꫀvꫀryonꫀ unfolloᥕꫀd mi (o.o) and no onꫀ likꫀs mi ꫀntriꫀs anymorꫀ. Em hopꫀ ꫀm can makꫀ friꫀnds on dailylifꫀ aftꫀr this. ꫀm usꫀd to bꫀ likꫀd. ꫀm can't talk to mi friꫀnds on Instagram. No onꫀ onlinꫀ. Sad.... ꫀm draᥕ art of kudbahh. ᥕhꫀn ꫀm bꫀttꫀr ꫀm post it to mi tᥕittꫀr alt! Mi art bꫀttꫀr noᥕ, it improvꫀd! Em ᥕatch youtubꫀ vidꫀos to hꫀlp mi. Em turning mi alt into a art account. Maybꫀ. Em don't knoᥕ yꫀt. ᥕꫀ might bꫀ gꫀtting a lizard too. Em likꫀ lizards, lizards arꫀ cool \(1v1)/ ꫀm forgot ᥕhat kind. Em gꫀt to namꫀ it. It's namꫀ is going to bꫀ clovꫀr. Em not changing mi mind. It's clovꫀr. Or ravꫀn. Em didn't ꫀat brꫀakfast or lunch today bꫀcausꫀ it ᥕas food ꫀm can't ꫀat. Em not hungry right noᥕ anyᥕay. My dad's cooking is bad too. Em ᥕorriꫀd mi mom found ꫀm tumblr and twittꫀr. If shꫀ ᥕꫀnt through mi ᥕholꫀ phonꫀ shꫀ maybꫀ sꫀꫀ mi sꫀcond accounts. Mi g𖦹rꫀ accounts. Em don't ᥕant to gꫀt in trouble for mi g𖦹rꫀ accounts. Em might havꫀ to dꫀlꫀtꫀ thꫀm noᥕ anyᥕay. Bꫀcausꫀ if ꫀm going to bꫀ friꫀnds ᥕith jocꫀlyn thꫀn ꫀm havꫀ to dꫀlꫀtꫀ thꫀm. Em think jocꫀlyn can bꫀ mi friꫀnd still. That thꫀy ᥕant to bꫀ but can't bꫀcausꫀ it ᥕill makꫀ thꫀm look bad. But ꫀm going to changꫀ for thꫀm. Em lovꫀ jocꫀlyn. Jocꫀlyn is mi bꫀst friꫀnd.

[deus-lapidis]

Hi there ^^ So I see your recent post abt you getting covid, and I decided to write this fic in hopes it could atleast remove your boredom for a while :D

I may post this fic on my blog but I'll send it to you first before posting it to the blog, this is my first time writing Zhongli so I'm so sorry if it's too ooc or bad qwq

(Also sorry if you don't like it, but in here reader call zhongli as "Li" in short)

Sorry if it sucks in any way I just recently got out of writers block and I wrote this before going to bed so it's messy af TvT

༼ つ🍮 ◕ v ◕ ༽つ🍵

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- A F T E R M A T H O F A F U N E R A L F L O W E R S P R E E -

It all started when Hu tao asked you to pick some Qingxin flowers for a client's funeral. Although the journey was definitely tiring, it all seems worth it until it suddenly starts to rain heavily and got you all drenched and soaking wet all the way home.

And here you are now. All frail in bed with a runny nose, blurry eyes from tears, a hazy head and a scorching heat washing over your body as another cough wreaks a sting of pain on your dry throat.

You're sense was so hazy and weak you failed to notice Zhongli knocking on your door, you only noticed him after he enters the room and called your name.

"Y/n, dear? How are you feeling right now?" Zhongli asked, only receiving a subtle nod from you. He holds his hand out to your forehead to check your temperature, a satisfied hum then emitted from his closed mouth.

"Your temperature does seem to lower than before, that's good to know. Do you need anything dear?" Zhongli asked while helping you to sit up.

"C-Can you get me a *cough* g-glass of water?" You asked in between coughs that only makes your throat stings more.

Zhongli nods and goes to get the water immediately and give it to you gently so that the water won't spill on you.

"Would you like for me to make you some soup?" Zhongli offered after a few minutes of silence just sitting on your bed, waiting

"N-No need Li, I'm ok. Just need a bit of rest for now, don't bother to make one." You said while falling back onto the soft pillow on the bed.

"Ah, I see. Well then, rest well dear." Zhongli kissed your forehead with one hand caressing your head as he leave the room and waited for you to sleep, then start making his Slow cooked bamboo shoot soup carefully as to not wake you up from your sleep.

. . .

- Zhongli's pov -

"Now, the food is ready. Only need to take care of the tea." I mumbled in my mind while heating up some water on the stove. But then a sudden sound of Y/n whimpering has me bolting onto her room in concern, only to see her in bed covered in cold sweat and her eyebrows and nose scrunched up.

"Seems like it's just a nightmare." I said to myself, going to the kitchen to get a dry and soaked napkin for Y/n. I carefully put the wet napkin on her forehead, and then use the dry napkin to wipe the drops of sweats on her head or neck.

"Li. . . N-No don't hit Hu tao with your meteor. . ." Y/n mumbled incoherently on her sleep while shuffling in her bed. What she just said manage to catch me off guard for a second since I never did that to Hu tao, but remembering how sometimes Hu tao and I had our fair share of arguments, it start to make a little sense.

"No I won't hit her dear." I whispered, removing a strand of hair on Y/n's face. Only for them to wake up with a hazy stare on her eyes, as she registered what just happened and their surroundings.

"I made some bamboo shoot soup dear, would you like to eat now?" I offered. Y/n's face suddenly turns into a pout, her cheeks slightly puffing out with an upset look on her face that was a little subtle due to her frail condition.

"Li didn't I told you to not bother to make a meal? Aren't you tired from finishing some errands from the traveler?" Y/n complained, hands holding my sleeve with a slight tug as if demanding explanation.

"I'm not dear, don't worry. Oh wait I forgot about the tea, hold on a second." I said, remembering the boiling water which makes me half run to the kitchen and turning off the stove. I brewed two cups of tea and brings it to Y/n for both of us to drink.

"Would you like to eat, rest or drink tea first?" I asked.

"I'll eat first." Y/n replied, a sudden rumble from her stomach broke the silence we we're in which made both of us chuckle.

I bring the soup to Y/n's room and we both start eating while occasionally feeding each other. A giggle sometimes escape both of our mouth when one of us has soup on our chin. After we we're done, I place the dishes in the sink and went back to see Y/n fumbling with her clothes' sleeves.

"Li, c-can I sit on your lap?" Y/n stuttered, her face was red but I don't know if it was from embarrassment or because of the fever she's having.

"Sure dear, let me settle in your bed for a second." I said, sitting down onto her soft bed, patting my lap as a gesture for her to sit which she reciprocated happily with no hesitation. She sits on my lap with the 2 cups of tea on her hands, she hands me mine as I hug her closer with one arm. We drink our tea in a peaceful silence for a few minutes

"Would you like to hear some stories dear?" I asked, in offer of helping her sleep.

"Sure! Ooh can you tell me about Azdaha? Last time you tried to tell me that, it was cut off by a client's arrival so I haven't heard the ending." Y/n asked, her delicate hand holds the cup of tea while the other one is holding my hand on her waist.

"Oh that one, Hahahh I almost forgot about that. Now, I'll begin the story." I said, Y/n's head nuzzled further onto my chest as I start to tell the story.

"The tale begins about an ancient rock dragon named Azdaha. . ."

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thank you so much , it's an honour ! i think it ' d only be fair if i also gave the lady a treat , so i wonder , what is the lady ' s favourite dessert ? :3

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chocolate cake ! i also like “ snorolls ”, which is ice cream hand rolled that can be customized how ever you want ! i, of course, get mine as chocolate -> nutella inside -> chocolate chips -> chocolate syrup -> m&&m’s ! i really ♥︎ chocolate !

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🥞 Giorno Giovanna 🥞 [01] Viaje en metro (1/2)

🍕 Mista Guido 🍕 [01] Entrenador personal

🐬 Jotaro Kujo 🐬 [01] Primer encuentro

🐬 Jotaro Kujo 🐬 [02] Segundo encuentro

🐬 Jotaro Kujo 🐬 [03] Tercer encuentro (1/3)

🧊 Bruno Bucciarati 🧊 [01] Secreto de una enfermera

🩸 Dio Brando 🩸 [01] Noche de luna llena

🍮 Sir Nighteye 🍮 [01] Ríe para tu jefe

🥦 Izuku Midoriya 🥦Breve entrenamiento

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