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ok can I request some drunk Xiao HC, but NSFW?? 👁️👄👁️

There's consent issues with a partner with him drunk for nsfw so I kept him drinking alone at home for this!

Under a cut for smut! Warning for story spoilers.

-Similar to the sfw Headcanons where he's with his s/o, he's just found out about zhongli faking his death. He was given a fine bottle of alcohol as a gift in apology and he'll be damned if he doesn't get rid of it soon.

-needless to say he's absolutely smashed laying on his bed alone and thinking about various things now 

-His thoughts drift to Y/N and he groans as he can't help thinking about kissing them and cuddling and all sorts of sappy thoughts.

-these thoughts start to turn depraved. Xiao isn't sure why he's suddenly feeling so needy for them to touch him everywhere improper right now.

-he's feeling so heady and dizzy with want as he takes off his clothes in desperation. All he can think of is if it was them undressing him, them palming his uncomfortably hard cock.

-he's deep in his fantasies as he cums hard all alone. Once he snaps out of it all he's embarrassed and guilty about thinking of his s/o like this. He's still left wanting though and his brain returns to his thought that started it all: he just wants to kiss them.

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Retro!!!!

Gonna take it back...To the Paper Bag Lunch!!!Back to when we mixed Sherbet and Sprite and called it Punch...Yeah we had Stranger Danger but we also had Smokey the Bear!!!Mother May I, Red Light Green Light and Truth or Dare...Back when you didn't have to search for a Circus or Fair....You woke up Saturday morning and it was just there....Back when the best person on the Monkey bars was the King of the Play Ground...When it was the cool thing to play on the Merry-go-Round... Back when kids played outside until the street lights came on...When Slip and Slides were the cool things to own!!!I so wanna go back!!!Back to Banana Seats, Cards in you Spokes...Baddest Person slap my Hand was how a fight was provoked...Good Times, Facts of Life, Sanford and Son...TV that was Fun minus the violence and Guns...I'm going back this week, back to when Life was just Sweet...When the only worry I had was the name of the sneaker on my Feet...I Wonder, Who I might meet as I stroll down memory lane...Listening to Big Daddy Kane as I chew on my Mary Jane!

Copyright (c) 2011 ShyBelle

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My Day To Die

Is today the day I die?

Will today be the last day tears drop from my eyes?

Is it possible I will not see you tomorrow?

Tomorrow will you cry sweet sorrow?

If I pray to God for one more day?

Is it possible he will allow me to stay?

Will he forgive me for all my sins?

Is it to late to be faithful to him?

Can I please have another chance?

Does this really have to be the last dance?

Will I ever write a poem again?

Tomorrow will my friends reminisce of the things we did way back when?

Will I be on the road that leads to those pearly gates?

Or will I be in that other place awaiting my turn to bake?

Was that my name they just called?

What’s that light at the end of the hall?

Am I dreaming right now or is that angel real?

I can’t feel your touch, baby what’s the deal?

Is that the sound of a flat line I hear?

Why are your eyes red, what’s up with the tears?

Why are they saying time 9:45?

Why was today my day to die?

Copyright © 2002  by ShyBelle 

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My Passion

  When we start, you are simply a blank sheet, awaiting a downpour of words

to make you complete.

So I speak.

I speak to you softly in certain spots.

My fingers arouse you, as they attempt to give you a plot

A plot that will be so extravagant, you will beg for the story not to stop.

As I grow closer to the main characters of this story I’m creating.

I take note of the expression your eyes are making.

I can see you are eagerly awaiting the climax, but I can’t give you that without all of the facts.

So I back track to the main characters, to give them a little more spice.

If the story is to be right, everything concerning them must be precise.

I give them attitude, style and flare.

From the attention I gave them, you could clearly se how much I cared.

After I critique my main point, I began to give you supportive reasoning’s.

Reasons why my words are the only words you should be reading.

As I lead you into the climax of this story.

I see you reaching for the ceiling, expressing the feelings you are having for me.

I smile to myself, because I know you think the story is done.

When the reality is, the climax has just begun.

I continue the dialogue between the main characters, which is easy because they have so much in common.

Making them flow together, simply takes talent, and timing.

As we approach the conclusion of this story line.

I can feel your mind now working with mine.

Together we create and ending that is damn near impossible to explain.

As you relish in the feeling, of taking part in a story that is filled with both pleasure

and pain.

I take pride in knowing that a faithful reader I, just gained.

    Copyright © 2004 ShyBelle

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Understand

Have you tried to understand?

Can you put yourself in my shoes?

Will you take a minute and think?

Can you relax and see my view?

Do you think I chose this?

How do you think I feel?

Can you tell me what’s wrong?

Is it that my love to you isn’t real?

What’s the frown for?

How can you sit and judge me?

Why do you think I’m nasty?

Is it because I’m being me?

How can I make you happy?

What would you like to see?

Can I help you deal with this better?

Will you ever be able to love me?

Do you understand I can’t change?

Can’t you see this is me?

Would it be fair to stop loving you?

How would you feel being a Lesbian like me?

Copyright © 2002  by ShyBelle

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Energy

Intertwined, I can feel the energy that resides between us…The energy that has been so apparent to those lucky enough to be in our presence over the years…The same energy that I once feared only because the reason for me was unclear…Why had this connection appeared when it was obvious that you were already being called Wife…For that reason, My emotion just didn’t seem right

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Crack Head!!!!

I was asked how would I feel, when I got that call,    

that you were found dead in a alley,

 resting against a pissy wall.

My answer was, not upset at all.

I would feel sad for you.

For you didn’t understand the stress,

 you were pointing your body through.

You allowed a rock to take over your soul.

Could care less what you stole, or the lies you told.

I remember when I was a kid.

I felt proud of any and everything you did.

My Girlfriends would be like damn!

Who was that man, holding your hand,

at the newspaper stand?

Back then I was proud to say,

that was my Dad.

I was envious of all the things you had.

Now the thought of you makes me mad.

My answer is I don’t have one,

when people ask who is my Dad.

Don’t even acknowledge who you are,

when I pass you in my car.

To me you are just another crack head.

Can’t even recall the last decent thing you did.

You stay clean for a month, and claim you have control.

Then you get one check, and the crack pipe is the first thing you hold.

What is it about that glass dick,

that has you all sick?

How is it one little rock,

can have you stealing money out of your nieces sock?

I ask those question, but really don’t wanna know.

The only high I wanna know, goes by the name of hydro.

So for your sake I hope your death bed,

you will stop trying to make.

Wake up and get your life right,

before it’s to late.

For chasing that first high,

will be the reason you die.

At your funeral I wonder if I will cry.

I don’t think I will grieve.

Shit I might be relived!

It will be easier to explain to my kids that your are dead.

Rather to explain why their Grandfather, is the local

Crack Head!

Copyright © 2003  by Shybelle

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Definition

What is Love?

Webster says it's a Strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties. Says nothing about being able to forgive them for their deception and lies. Attraction based on sexual desire. Again nothing about taking care of all the bills if they happen to do something stupid and end up getting fired. Warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion.  Doesn't touch on the arguments you will have when you realize they used the last of your favorite lotion. Affection and tenderness felt by lovers. Not a word about not killing this Mofo when it comes to light that he is one of those Down Low Brothers!

So again I ask what is Love? Because the definition that is in Webster really doesn't give me any insight. Doesn't touch on how we can fuss and fight and somehow be able to kiss and make up all in the same night. It doesn't break down why you will continue taking them back after they break your heart into a million parts, because you believe the two of you can make a fresh start. Feeling like if you love them a little harder and give them a little more space they will realize another woman they will never need to taste. It doesn't explain why it's easy to do things you would have never imagined yourself doing to make this person happy. Like getting out of bed and going to the store to get some Grits breath stank and hair all nappy. Just because they said Baby you know your Grits are my favorite dish. No Webster doesn't touch on this. Doesn't explain how a person can cause you unbearable pain yet you find a way to remain. Whoever came up with the definition of Love obviously has never experienced the things love will put you through. All the dumb ass things it will cause you to do. Because if they did I think the definition would have went something like this. Love: a feeling that will bring you pleasure and pain. Causing one to wonder how much longer on this earth they can remain without going insane. Cause for so many women and men who are behind bars, because they cut a mofo up when they got out of their mistress car. A strong need to get in you car a 2AM and drive to their house with a bag of sugar and a can of 7up with the desire to fuck up their brand new truck. A feeling that will cause you to throw all their shit out on the lawn because they didn't bring their ass home before dawn. Then turn around the next day and have a meal cooked with candles and wine topping it off with that wild passionate sex, you know the type where you can't help but to wonder what position you will be in next! Because make up sex is always the best! Regardless of how much you can't stand them today, if you got a call that they were in an accident, you would drop everything to make sure they are ok. The ability to accept a child that they had with some slut they fucked that night ya'll got in a fight. Allowing them to come to family events knowing your family is saying,"Now you know that shit aint right!"

Again I ask what is Love? Maybe love can't be defined. It's whatever we decide we can handle at that specific time. Because it's based on how one feels at any giving time your definition can be totally opposite of mine. So Please tell me how this four-letter word you define.  

  Copyright © 2005 by ShyBelle