Honk

thinking about a character who hates having their injuries or illnesses being obvious to others, but also, very deep down, longing for that gentle affection and tenderness and care when they’re feeling terrible

obviously I take no pleasure whatsoever in tenderly caring for you while you're sick and writhing in bed with a fever

comforting you while you're vulnerable, running my fingers through your disheveled hair, placing a cold compress to your skin, flushed and hot to the touch, etc.

what do you take me for - some kind of pervert?

Oh my fetish? It's people with fetishes. Love a freak I can fluster by doing something innocuous

Bringing this back because NOTHING is more hot than someone with a clearly defined fetish I can play into. I want you stuttering and begging for it as I'm completely unaffected.

I just mentioned "snzblr" to my partner and he said "Snzblr?? More like 'gesund-site'!

#Please little bird

I love that the modern-day tumblr post equivalent of chain emails only requires me to reblog a relatively pleasant image instead of forward an email to a bunch of my friends and family members to quell my raging anxiety.

Oh hey! Haven’t seen this in forever! Didn’t reblog it when it came across me before, not gonna skip it this time, I need some good vibes.

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

temperatures & thermometers are overtly erotic. “sit down and let me put smth in you that will tell me roughly how sick you are” ok Pervert!!!

lord suffering a chronic illness x knight who’s the only one truly allowed to peel back their armor and care for them. lord who on the bad days will only allow the knight to cross their bedroom door. lord who struggles to breathe through the worst waves of pain and knight who cradles their head in his lap, gauntleted fingers carding through their hair. lord who pants and gasps against the twisting weight of their muscles and joints, every old injury coming ablaze, and knight who fills their ears with praise as he braces their body against him, whispering you’re so good for me, sire. so brave. so strong. you take it so well. as they muffle their groans against the palm of his hand

Something so hot to me about the simple act of sneezing into someone’s chest. Wanting to be close to someone while you sneeze and wanting to feel held and cuddled but also scared you might turn them away. Until they urge you to let out all your sneezes into their chest while they hold you. It’s so simple but so fucking great to me.

do you ever think about how someone allowing someone else to take care of them requires a willingness to be vulnerable, a quiet transference of power, a trust that the other person will receive that vulnerability gently. a showing of vulnerability being received with the utmost love, almost reverence, by the other. a silent appreciation for seeing someone in their raw, exhausted moments and them being comfortable with it. "thank you for taking care of me" "thank you for letting me."