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thank you god

and suddenly i’m thinking what if sara took ittos virginity bc that dumbass thought it was a competition

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. :(

and suddenly i’m thinking what if sara took ittos virginity bc that dumbass thought it was a competition

can y’all please stop referring to the reader as a girl when the story is tagged gn.. like at least make it a fem reader if ur gonna do all that (this goes out to that one giyuu fic and the rest of u who do that)

WAAAAAAA ITTOS CHARACTER TEASER I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I OVE HIM I LOVEG HIM SO MUCHHH

zhongli is hot

DILUC BIRTHDAY ART DROPPED OH MY GOD

FUCKKKK MAN

ITS NOT WORKINGG

FFS WHY WONT MY ABOUT ME COOPERATE

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…

Happy birthday Thoma you look absolutely scrumptious today 🤤