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About me: Ruri,
19, INTP Capricorn ♑
I like reading, video games/anime, food and music.
I write for only a select few fandoms, more specifically the ones I'm obsessed with at the moment
Here is my Masterlist
husband!byakuya who underneath his stoic exterior, has much love to give.
husband!byakuya who knows you like the back of his hand. from your hobbies, to all of your little quirks, to your fears and dreams. nothing about you goes unoticed.
husband!byakuya who enjoys nighttime walks with you around the kuchiki garden, hand in hand. though few words are exchanged, you find that there's no need to say anything at all.
husband!byakuya who's primary love language is gift giving. a small hairpin that he knows would fit your style, clothes made of the finest fabrics, a book he thinks you would like. who hopes that these gifts would convey what he feels, for words tend to fail him. who secretly likes when you have a piece of him on you, hoping he's on your mind.
husband!byakuya who refuses to gamble with your safety, even though he knows you can defend yourself. he's already lost one love, he doesn't know if he can handle losing another. who doesn't hesitate to take down those who are a threat to you.
calebcore (nsfw)
⭑.ᐟ "if you aren't sniffing her panties daily to check for ph balance changes, then what are you doing?"
we all know that caleb is a panty sniffer. and an avid one at that. but i’d like to believe that he’s a panty sniffer with a purpose! (other than getting his dick hard, of course.)
every single time you slip a pair off and put them in the hamper, he’s taking them out when you’re not in sight and analysing them. he checks what kind of discharge you’re having, even feels it to see if you’re ovulating yet (and when you are, he marks it in his calendar). then, he’ll take a whiff. whenever you try new foods, he can smell them. the slightest difference, maybe a tang depending on the food, but it’s still there.
if you’ve got a yeast infection, his nose knows. he can smell the intense acidity the minute he retrieves your discarded panties. armed with this knowledge, he’ll get you some medicine from the pharmacy and watch you take it. you’ll be stunned by how he knows when you only just realised. it’s because he’s a freak cares.
Thank you for the food! 😋
when the condom gets stuck in you, so caleb fishes it out
soaked in sweat, you collapse onto the bed with a huff. from behind you, caleb chuckles while his hands pry your thighs apart.
“i gotta clean you up, pips,” he pants.
“mhmm,” you hum as you grab a strewn pillow and snuggle into it. your boyfriend’s blissed-out eyes narrow at the fluffy intruder taking his place.
his voice has an edge to it as he mutters, “be right back.” the mattress hugs your sole figure as you moan softly from the aftershocks of your nth orgasm tonight. the copper sheets rustle, and the bed dips as caleb returns with a damp towel in hand. he wipes up your pussy’s drool, knocking your clit in the process.
“caleb!” you squeal.
he grins, “sorry, honey,” while running the towel over your inner thighs. he then guides you onto your back and cleans your vulva properly. the coolness of the towel is refreshing, a nice contrast to caleb’s hot mouth and even hotter tongue. once he’s satisfied, the colonel starts wiping himself up.
but something’s missing!
he thought his cock was feeling a little too exposed when he was grabbing the towel, but didn’t bother to look down. now that he has, he realises the condom has vanished.
you’re in a daze, mewling quietly as your boyfriend overturns pillows and bunches up the sheets. the pillow is still in your clutch, keeping you safe as you journey back down from your high.
he nudges your leg unintentionally in his frantic search, making you whine, “calebbbb, what’re you doing?” not spotting the condom anywhere, he sucks in a sharp breath.
“pips,” he starts, his usual charisma gone. “the condom came off, and i can’t find it.”
“mhmm,” you sigh, shifting onto your side and adjusting your body to get cosy.
he places a hand on your hips and sways you gently, “pips, did you hear what i just said?”
Funny and cute at the same time I love it 😋
Now playing; Fatal Attraction - Reed Wonder, Aurora Olivas
"Enjoying the view?" Caleb's voice is low, rough with sleep.
You kept your back to him, sitting up in his bed. Tangled in his sheets. Dressed in his gifted clothes. Stockings clad legs heavy and limp from last nights endeavours.
Faintly, you hear the sheets rustle, but your mind has wandered off, hypnotised by the view from the floor to ceiling windows. The sun beginning to peak over the mountains, flocks of birds flying towards the horizon, as if diving towards salvation.
Is it truly salvation?
⚘ 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.
The Iudex of Fontaine is a busy man. However could he possibly keep track of you in the hustle and bustle of everyday life? Fortunately for him, the Melusines have his back.
yandere! neuvillette x gn! reader.
Soft orange cracks of the setting sun lurked in the office of the Iudex, the endless stacks of papers causing him much stress as his mind wandered to literally anything other than the work he ought to be doing. His hands shook with worry as he glanced over at the large glass of water beside him, the clear liquid seemingly staring back at him, daring the man to finally make a move.
Despite his status, despite his power, Neuvillette was but a man when it came to you.
₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ovulating with caleb <3
💭 : p in v , overstimulation , fem!reader , praise , improper use of evol , squirting , messy sex , marathon sex , it’s ovulation week girls !! ^^
caleb knew how you got during ovulation week. one glance at his biceps, arms, or chest, and you’re looking at him with those eyes that are practically begging him to fuck you until you pass out.
and right now? you were looking at him with the same eyes. which is how you got led here. pinned down. drooling from both lips. being stretched out by a cock that was close to splitting you in half. “good girl,” caleb panted, sweat dripping from his temple.
his large form leaned over you, chest pressing against your legs in the meanest, most perfect mating press. his cock was hitting your g-spot repeatedly, drawing out more and more high, dumbed out moans from your puffy lips. he knew it too. oh, caleb knew how good you felt. to your fucked out facial expression to how your pussy is covering his cock whole.
“such a pretty—hah—pussy. god, she missed me, huh? suckin’ me in—all greedy,” he blabbered into your ear, the tone of his voice making you clench around his cock hard. you couldn’t even understand what he was saying—your brain was turning into mush, drooling from your panting mouth.
slurred words caleb didn’t even try to understand came out of your mouth as you went cross eyed, turning louder and louder. “ca—caleb! close, mph, ‘m close!” you whined and the man above you grinned. it felt like his thrusts got harder, faster and he pushed against your legs until they almost met your ears. “yeah? is my dumb baby close? i bet she is. ‘could feel this pussy clenching—i know her like the back of my hand.”
your gut coiled up into something you can’t explain and you blubbered nonsense, tears swelling in your eyes as you tensed. a few more thrusts—one, two, three—until you came with a scream.
except you didn’t cum. no, instead, you squirted. a wet splash and his abdomen, balls, and cock were covered in your juices. “holy—fuck—did you just squirt—” he let out a surprise gasp and your own pleasure triggered his own. he didn’t even have time to warn you before he toppled over, weight against your chest as he shot load after load into your wet heat.
you let out a mewl, too filled with ecstasy to hear hear caleb moan and groan about how “it’s so much”, and how he “can’t stop”. you felt filled to the brim, caleb’s thick cum seeping out of your well-stretched hole as his cock came to a stop. “fuck, thank you, baby. you did so good, so perfect.”
delicious 😋
The hour was late, the night was cold, the raindrops pricked your skin like icicles. The nightsky shrouded with swirling storm clouds, shifting overhead with the promise of thunder haunting the peripherals.
You stepped out of your apartment complex, the city had all but fallen asleep, the streets dark and quiet, save for the occasion car driving by in the distance.
You had nothing in particular occupying your mind, silent, empty as the world felt at the dead of night, but full, and crowded at the same time. No thoughts on the forefront, but a world of grief hid behind those tired eyes, watching your own steps, one foot in front of the other. Another day slipping past from between your fingers like sand.
A heaviness lingered in your chest, tight and constricting, weighing down your lungs until it felt like every breath burned your insides. Goosebumps all over your skin, shivering underneath the bitter cold of the rain and the wind, but not enough to shock your nervous system out of its stupor. This grief was unrelenting, lingering like the ghosts of a hundred lifetimes seeking revenge at the same time. Whispers of anguish you felt but couldn't understand. Tears of loss and sorrow you could physically feel your heart ache for, but not remember.
You couldn't remember, and that realisation made it hurt ten fold. How can you forget wounds that still feel like they bleed and ache? Your wandering brings you to a quiet, little park. It feels eerily familiar, but not in the sense of seeing it while walking down the street. The dew riddled grass tugs at you, an urge to lay and roll in it, inexplicable and absurd, but strong enough that you can't rationalise your mind out of it. The puddles splash is muted under the pelting rain, but fortunately, before you could take another step into the park, a familiar, cold hand wraps around your wrist.
His soft voice calls your name, and it pulls at a fragment of your mind, not the conscious, but the impulsive, the reflexive. Your heart hears him before your mind, and when you turn, lifting your heavy hung head to meet his concerned hazel greens, you're startled.
"What on earth are you doing here?" His voice is soft, but stern. His coat on your shoulders before you can even realise. You loft your gaze up to meet his, and between the rain and the thunder in the distance, your tears drip down your chin, becoming one with the tears of heaven. You choke on your words, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. What were you doing out here?
His cold hand cups your cheek and you crumble, sobs and whimpers of hurt you can't name pouring out in waves. He drops his umbrella and embraces you. His concerned voice calls your name, twice, thrice, and it aches.
Something deep inside you burns in agony.
You clawed at his arm, nails digging through his clothes, into his skin. Your body shivering, shaking with sobs that tumbled put as if your soul was grieving. Sorrow so profound you couldn't understand. But despite the looming cold and shadows, his calm voice cuts through the storm, soft, strong, reassuring.
"I've got you", he said, "It's alright, you don't have to be strong anymore if you don't want to. I'll hold you and your grief,"
And he did. He held you as you crumpled, falling apart in his arms. Tears after tears poured out of your eyes, clutching his shirt for dear life. His fingers tangle in your hair, moving to the back of your head, guiding you to his chest. Your ear pressed against his warmth, his steady and strong heartbeat thundering in his chest.
His lips pressed gently to the crown of your head, his arms engulfing you in an encompassing hug, as if to conceal you from the world, to let you fall apart without letting anyone see.
The rest of the night is a blur. How he wraps you in his coat, holds you close to his heart, and carries you back home, brings you back to his place, helps you dry, and holds you in front of the hearth, until the bitter ice in your veins relents its hold and your skin starts to warm again. He holds you through your feverish mumbles, and half conscious nonsense. Reassures you a hundred times over, that he's by your side, that he'll take care of you.
You fell asleep in his arms, tears clinging to your lashes, pale, feverish and overwhelmed. But he takes care of you, watches over you through the night, brings you medicine when you get worse, warms you when your fever spikes, brings you water and food when you stir, whispers reassurance every time you make a pathetic and weak little noise.
"Zayne..." you mumbled in your sleep, searching the bed for him.
He was bringing another blanket to wrap you in, and heard you. He came over, sat beside your sleeping form, took your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingertips, cupping your cheek with his other hand and whispers back sweetly,
"I'm here,"
And at last, you fall back asleep.
To love is to burn,
Is a common statement. Ask anyone who's read or seen or even heard of falling in love, they'll tell you it's blind. Mad. All consuming. But were it truly such a vice, why depict it in every children's book? Every core memory, viewed through the rose colored lens of love. Platonic, romantic, sexual, unconditional- love is love. It exists across planes, across forms and shapes and bodies, it transcends the state of existence.
In a sense it's like a parasite. Much like anxiety. The more you feed it the more it grows. The more you contest it the quieter it becomes. So what of the anxious lover? The one who fears being rejected and rejects everyone else first. Are they in love with their loneliness?
Perhaps they are. The abused never seek to truly change their life, not because they love to be abused but because they fear. They fear that if the abuser doesn't love them, if the most vile of creatures comes to dislike them, then perhaps they are unlovable.
But isn't fear all consuming? irrational? Illogical? A built in system override?
Then, is to love the same as to fear? Or is to fear the same as to love?
it’s been a little while, but I’m back! here’s a little blade wallpaper that I made :3 (any fellow blade wanters out there??)
𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 - 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐥 ⽮𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊𝖓𝖚⽮
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ꐠ𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬ꐠ
•Blade reminding you who owns your sweet, little cunt after he caught you staring at another man~•
a/n: please note that this will be using the terms, 'good girl' and 'cunt', even though I tried to be gender neutral, it did lean towards the female anatomy and pronouns she/her!
Blade is also a little harsh due to his deep devotion and worship of you✧
!!!MDNI!!!
•.¸¸.•*`*•.•ஜீ☼۞☼ஜீ•.•*`*•.¸¸.•
˚*ೃ⋆。˚ ➷.*ೃ𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭 ˚*ೃ⋆。˚ ➷.*ೃ
"Admit it. Admit it that you found him hot. Admit it that you wish he could stick his fucking dick into your cunt!", he growled into your ear as your back arched against the stone wall of an alleyway, struggling to cover your moans in desperate for a release.
His fingers curled along your walls, causing your eyes to flutter and for your hands to cover your mouth to conceal the whimpers that threatened to spill from your lips. His fingers to slid even deeper into your dripping pussy.
You struggled to form an answer for him, hell, you could barely form a word in this state- especially with the way his other hand was wrapped tightly around your throat, keeping you pinned against the stone while his finger fucked your soaking hole without hesitation or second thought.
"You'd like that huh? Me watching you get fucked balls deep by a stranger you couldn't keep your eyes off of?", his words were low, threatening and harsh. His voice alone caused your legs to nearly clench and your voice to crack from the pleasure that flowed your system in an unbearable amount, causing you to flutter your eyes open in hopes to give him the honest truth.
Or so you believed it to be the truth.
"N-No. I swear, baby-", your sentence was interrupted by your own gasp, feeling your toes curl and your nails to scratch along the wall in hopes to ground yourself from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. His name fell from your lips like a harmony of a musical piece, filling him even further with his desire to show you who owned you. To show you who claimed your entire being.
To show you who owned you pretty cunt.
His lips pressed against your own, his tongue swirling around yours as he dominated you thoroughly, keeping you pinned while his fingers tightened around your throat to keep you there right where he wanted you. A fucking hot mess needy for his hard, thick cock.
"Don't lie to me", he harshly whispered against your lips and placed his forehead against your own. Oh how tempted you were to brush away those beautiful bangs from his pale, soft skin - you would if you could even think properly, "you want it, don't you?" His teeth sunk into your lower lip, tugging it firmly and allowing his tongue to glide along the soft texture.
His fingers were thrusting in and out of you at an alarming pace, making you squirm against his hold.
He's been denying you an orgasm every time you came close, making you whine when he suddenly pulled his finger out of you and placing them against his lips as he tilted your head with your chin to force you to watch him swirl his tongue around his wet digits covered in your juices, "So fucking delicious. Every fucking time. Fuck."
He smashed his lips against your own, his hand trailing down your sides before tightly gripping onto your ass and pulling you against him so you could feel the wetness and hardness pooling between his legs while he placed his thigh between your own, gently rubbing it against your wettening clit so you could feel the material of his trousers against those beautiful folds that drive him mad with desire.
Driving him mad every time he even thinks of them.
He pulled back from the kiss, staring into your eyes with a hooded gaze filled with nothing but lust and an intensity that could leave you melted against this very wall if it could. But for now, your fingers grazed the softness of his skin, parting your lips for air. You felt disappointed that he had denied you your climax, but then again, you want to prove him wrong.
To prove to him that the only man you ever saw attractive was him.
And him alone.
"Only you", you managed to whisper between choking gasps, subconsciously grinning your hips down onto his muscular thigh, feeling the material of his pants slide over your bundle of nerves as it caused your fingers to grip onto his jacket in desperate need.
Your eyes pooling with tears from sensation.
He groaned, releasing your throat and knotting his fingers into his hair, "Good girl. Good fucking girl. I own you. I own your existence. And I own your fucking cunt."
His nose pressed against yours gently while his reddened, bloodied eyes continued to stare into your own with an unyielding passion that transcended all through time and space.
His undying devotion...to you.
"Get on your knees. I'm not done with you."
His lips slid down the sensitive skin of your neck, before his teeth sunk down into the spot that made you arch your back out and whine so beautifully.
"Because I plan to show you and remind you just how desperate you are for my fucking cock."
•.¸¸.•*`*•.•ஜீ☼۞☼ஜீ•.•*`*•.¸¸.•
a/n: thank you so much for reading! And thank you for the 12 follows already! It means a lot \^.^/ I hope you enjoyed this drabble!
Blade is from Honkai: Star Rail
Oh my God
Dilf Ayato falling for a younger fem! reader who is the daughter of a pair of farmhands who had passed away a few years. She's had many suitors as her beauty is described as "peerless" but they were all rejected as she didn't want to become a trophy wife.
He arranges a meeting with the younger woman and is immediately taken aback by the sweet, petite beauty in front of him. After a lengthy conversation, they agree to get married and on their wedding night, he can't contain himself as he takes her virginity.
NSFW warning/Minors DNI
Fem reader x Dilf Ayato
Sweetness Divine
The Kamisato clan was large, and vast. And Ayato Kamisato, the current young head was intimately aquainted with all branches of his family. He could pin a name to each face in his family tree, for reasons he'd like to keep private, and knows of every step and even breath they all take. After all, control requires some level of observation. And a little leverage goes a long way to keep the less savoury relatives on a tight leash. As such, whenever some of his relatives pass away, he makes it a point to visit any remaining family of the deceased, and offer what little comfort, monetary or otherwise, he has.
Ayato's hands were warm, and much too large on a body as small and fragile as yours. It was intoxicating, to caress your petite, svelte frame. You fit in his arms so easily, it does something to his brain.
The Kamisato clan's main local income came from their tea leaf farms. And when one of his main money-makers was raided by Nobushi, you'd best believe he was on his way there the next moment.
His lips descended upon your untouched, virgin skin. His pale blue eyes fixated on every twitch, every shiver, every trembling breath you took.
But in his investigation for the perpetrators to put to justice, he happens upon a gem. Among the many bushes of fruits and gifts of the earth, he found a blessing from the heavens.
He found you.
In the darkness of his bedchambers, under the safety of his sheets, his hungry, lustful eyes feast upon your naked body. He savours the heaving of your chest, the quivering of your kissed and bruised lips, the tremor in your hands as you grip the sheets beneath you. But despite his otherwise cold and unaffected personality: you are an exception. You are the only woman, except his sister, who has earned his care. So he holds your hand, the metal of his wedding band briefly kissing yours, his large, encompassing hand devouring your slender, tiny hand in a gentle, reassuring grip. As if to anchor you.
Oh, sweet, innocent, naive little you. You greeted him at the front door, despite your parents bloodied corpses laying not to far from you, their blood pooling the wooden floors, staining your pristine yukata, and their horrified gaze in death staring into your back. Yet, your posture was perfect, your voice was steady and you remained perfectly composed.
"Forgive my inhospitality, my Lord. I'm afraid I have not tea to offer, nor a warm home."
Your words cut him deep, and in your shadow he saw a reflection. A memory. Once upon a time, he too, stood as you did. At the door, head bowed in greeting to the visiting elders after his parents unfortunate passing. He sees the pain lingering on your lashes, and he sees the strength in your character, your quivering lips, trembling legs, clenched fists-
It was all too familiar.
"I shall be your rock, your cornerstone. So rely on me, my sweet girl, and I shall cherish and protect you, as long as I live." His tone was sweet, low and flirtatious. But his words were sincere. Your heart pounding in your chest, against your ribcage, as if beating as a witness to his promise. "My Lord, I have accepted you, wholeheartedly. I pray you will as well."
At first he was too preoccupied with the loss of a perfectly running farm, you, a young girl alone couldn't possibly manage this entire farm yourself. But you insisted on staying. Part of him wishes to grant your request, part of him wanted to help you, give you some comfort. He knows the pain of losing family and the protection of your parents, and he knows the strife and stress that follows, and he wished to shield you, however:
"The passing of my parents is indeed a tragedy. But I cannot become a burden to you, My Lord. I refuse to be a liability."
Your words affected him more than he'd admit. Aside from the butterflies in his belly, his pants felt a little too tight.
Of the many suitors who'd visited your parents house, you'd never foreseen an outcome like this. Your parents are long gone, buried and now only living in memory. You've lost a shield that kept you safe from the gluttonous, sinful hands of lustful men, strangers and relatives alike. At first it was only the local neighbours that insisted on you getting a husband, now more than ever, if you wish to keep your family's farm running. Then came the distant relatives, until commoners and nobles alike were flocking to your farmhouse. But you could see through their shallow facade, see the hunger in their gaze. None wished to love and cherish you as they claimed. All these dastardly dogs sought was to use you. And heaven forbid, you'd rather be ran through with a blazing stake than allow a man the shallow satisfaction of flaunting you as an ornament.
But, there was one man, whom you saw true kindness in. Your clan's leader.
The day he came to visit you, the day you first met, you saw the melancholy in his eyes. Pure, unadulterated sadness, and heartfelt sympathy. Your conversation with him was brief, to the point, as you were on the verge of a meltdown, and he actually understood. Instead of lecturing you as everyone else did, he put his hand on your head, and reassured you that you were not alone. It brought tears to your eyes. His kindness, his compassion. You'd heard he was a manipulative man, but not even the greatest of actors could fake what you saw in his gaze.
Perhaps it was because he was older than you, much older than the majority of the suitors that came by. Or perhaps it was his promise to safety. But you found yourself drawn to him, just as he did to you. It wasn't long after his first visit that you sent a letter, inviting him again. And to your utter, pleasant surprise, he actually answered at your door. That night entailed a homey dinner, and a lengthy conversation in which you explained your predicament, and sought his advice to remedy your problem of unrelenting suitors. You feared that if you kept persistently rejecting them, someone of them might soon break down your door.
He was quiet for a long moment, and presented a solution that, he warned you, you wouldn't appreciate.
"The only solution I can offer, is my protection." He said softly, holding your gaze firmly, his expression one of sympathy. You sighed, peering down into your cup, staring at your reflection in your tea. He was your last hope. It was as if you were destined to be married of this early, robbed of the chance to live a free life. "Alas, such is the fate of orphans." Your meek, timid whisper chipped at his heart. "I, too, am an orphan. That is the reason I understand your sorrow."
And that is the reason you connected. The reason you agreed. The wedding ceremony followed soon after that night. Ayato had told you beforehand that he does not
To the World, and then myself
Jujutsu Kaisen Isekai fanfiction
Prologue
Warnings: canon divergence, graphic descriptions (curses and fight scenes), vulgar language, sexual themes.
Note: reader is implied fem bodied, but I'll avoid using pronouns for the sake of inclusivity. Don't come @ me if you see the occasional she/her, I probably forgot to fix it or something.
There was a flash of white, a spark, and then it ignited, skin numbed from the chilly December winds nipping at the warmth of your flesh. An electrifying shiver running up your spine, leaving a lasting sense of paralysis in its wake. One moment you were fine, the next, you're not even sure if what's happening is real.
What should I work on next?
Genshin isekai fic
Jujutsu Kaisen isekai fic
Demon Slayer isekai fic
Your parents don't like Kaveh
These are the tentative names of a few fics I'm working on. The isekai ones have parts so I'll update a few parts in a row for those. Otherwise I'll work on oneshots
The votes are in, JJK isekai fic it is.
I won't specify any ships and will try to keep reader gender neutral but will be fem bodied because idk male anatomy or biology.
Eijdksmelsmskdnmd just a heads up, I'm a Sukuna simp, y'all are getting some filthy, horrendously down bad shiz
What should I work on next?
Genshin isekai fic
Jujutsu Kaisen isekai fic
Demon Slayer isekai fic
Your parents don't like Kaveh
These are the tentative names of a few fics I'm working on. The isekai ones have parts so I'll update a few parts in a row for those. Otherwise I'll work on oneshots
Could you do the Sumeru boys hc for when the reader is sick with like the flu (if you don’t wanna do all of them can you do kaveh or alhaitham, maybe do them together?)
Wholesome, cavity inducing, tooth-rotting fluff
Fem reader x sumeru Bois!
Tighnari
Knows before you do. He could practically smell your sore throat during the night while you were fast asleep, cuddled up in his arms. He takes full precautions. Rubs and ointment on your throat and under your nose to prevent any nasal blockage since he knows you hate it when your nosey is clogged. He starts a soothing incense to ensure you get a restful sleep. He burrito wraps you in an extra blanket, all during the night and cuddles you till morning. Grumbling all night long about how he needs to keep a closer eye on you now. But don't worry he loves it. 10/10 would make you feel like you were never sick to begin with.
Cyno
Oblivious fool number 1. Had no idea you were sick until he found you passed out with a high ass fever in the middle of the living room. And then, panic. Panic to the max. He thought you were dying and immediately brings you to the hospital. Despite his intellect, he's very dense sometimes. After the doctor tells him it's a mild flu, he calms, but then he's furious. "You've been sick for days and didn't tell me? When did you start keeping things from me, my love?" Then comes the emotional blackmailing. Of course he spoils you rotten with comfort food, cuddles and terrible jokes that somehow still make you snort even when you're brain isn't really functioning enough to understand them. 6/10 for being a dense fool at first, but he's cute and corny and doesn't let you feel bad about being sick because of his horrible jokes.
Alhaitham
Oblivious fool number 2. He'd noticed you were acting a little unusual, a little more sluggish than normal. But thought nothing of it and dismissed it as you being on your monthly or something. Oh boy was he wrong. It wasnt until he came home one evening, fully expecting his hug and kiss at the door, to find the house hauntingly quiet. He calls out to you once, twice. And when he heard your quiet, meek little greeting he finally understood. Instead of feeling bad about not realising that you were sick, he starts scolding you for not telling him. "Were you expecting the spirit of Greater Lord Rukkhadevata to come and tell me that you were suffering? Honestly, I thought you were smart enough to realise when to take breaks, but no. It appears we need to go over basics, again." He's like a fussy mother hen with a dash of drunken denial. Like he'll give you a scolding of your life time but also kiss your cheeks and hold you in his arms while spoon-feeding you. 6/10, love the princess treatment, but tone down the motherly nagging for the love of God.
Kaveh
Mother hen x10. He knows the moment you let out a sigh deeper than usual. He'll hover over you for a good few hours and just watch you closely for anything to prove his paranoia and when you do, he's fussing. Not the annoying disappointed mother kind of fussing, but the sentimental girlfriend kind of fussing. "Are you warm enough? Your throat hurts? Oh my sweet dear, stay still, I'll be right back with your soup! You don't need to lift a finger, I'll take care of you okay?" His hands are shaking the entire time, and he's dropped more than a few dishes in the process but that's okay. It's the thought that counts. He's trying his best okay? Just lay back and let him smother you in affection and love, only to get sick himself the next day so now both of you are cuddled up together, and sick. Overall 9/10 because he's just so sweet and loving.
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