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arklay · 1 year

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tagged by @leviiackrman to fill this out for some of my ocs, however, i did add a lot more options to it – thank you so so much jess! ♡

tagging: @aartyom @aceghosts @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @cultistbase @denerims @faarkas @florbelles @girlbosselrond @indorilnerevarine @jillvalcntines @lightwardens @morvaris @narshadda @nocticulas @nuclearstorms @prometheas @qverida @reaperkiller @risingsh0t @shadowglens @shellibisshe @snowthroat @solasan @steelport @stormveils @swordcoasts @voerman @wrymbloods & anyone else who'd like to do this! as always, there's no pressure! ♡

OC APPEARANCE SURVERY.

BODY

Long legs. Average legs. Short legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Slender arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Ample stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Muscular frame. Beefy frame. Curvy frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Acrylic nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Straight waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Average fingers. Short fingers. Narrow shoulders. Average shoulders. Broad shoulders.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 140-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Light. Tanned. Brown. Dark. Rosy. Neutral. Olive. Golden. Pallid. Blotchy. Albinism. Vitiligo. Birthmarks. Freckles. Moles. Wrinkles. Stretch marks. Scars. Burns. Acne. Smooth. Dry. Oily. Combination.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Dark brown. Light brown. Hazel. Green. Blue. Grey. Violet. Gold. Other. Heterochromia. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Protruding. Narrow. Monolid. Almond. Round. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Average. Oily. Dry. Neutral. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Smooth. Straight. Wavy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Bob. Mullet. Mohawk. Half-shaved. Under cut. Buzz cut. Shaved. Bald. Hair extensions. Weave. Afro. Waves. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Braids. Twists. Faux locs. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Armpit length. Mid-back length. Waist length. Hip length. Past hip-length. Middle part. Side part. Blunt bangs. Curtain bangs. Wispy bangs. Short bangs. Side bangs. Dyed bangs. Ombre. Dyed. Grey. White. Platinum. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry blonde. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Caramel brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Black. Jet black. Clean shaven. Stubble. Sideburns. Moustache. Goatee. Beard. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Half sleeve. Forearm tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Hand tattoo(s). Ankle tattoo. Calf tattoo. Thigh tattoo. Hip tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Rib tattoo(s). Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. Face tattoo(s). One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Industrial piercing. Helix piercing. Tragus piercing. Conch piercing. Earlobe piercings. Stretched out ears. Eyebrow piercing(s). Bridge piercing. Tongue piercing(s). Monroe piercing. Angel bites. Snake bites. Labret. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Light eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colourful eyeshadow. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip liner. Lip balm. Red lips. Pink lips. Neutral lips. Dark lips. Colourful lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Blush. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Dewy foundation. Concealer. BB cream/tinted moisturiser. Wears make-up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Fresh. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Cigarette pants. Cargo pants. Khaki pants. Harem pants. Sweatpants. Yoga pants. Leggings. Tights. Stockings. Overknee socks. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Ballerina skirt. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress. T-shirt/Sweater dress. Tight/Form-fitting dress. High slit dress/skirt. Cocktail dress. Gowns. Tuxedo. Suit. Tie. Waistcoat. Sweater vest. Sweater. Hoodie. Leather jacket. Denim jacket. Bomber jacket. Parka. Peacoat. Trench coat. Cardigans. Tunic. Turtleneck. Blouse. Button up shirt. Cuban shirt. Flannel shirt. Polo shirt. Camisole. Bustier. Tube top. Crop top. Tank top. Muscle T-shirt. T-shirt. Band T-shirt. Sports T-shirt. Basketball shorts. Pleated shorts. Jean shorts. Hotpants. Bodysuit. Jumpsuit. Overalls. Corset. Nightgowns. Robes. Lingerie. Bra. Sports bra. G-string. Thong. Panties. Briefs. Boxer briefs. Boxers. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Revealing clothing. Designer. High street. Thrift. Patterns. Florals. Polka dots. Stripes. Sequins. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Fur/Faux fur. Light colours. Pastels. Neon colours. Bright colours. Dark colours. White. Black. Heavy armour. Medium armour. Light armour.

SHOES

Bare feet. Slippers. Sandals. Gladiator shoes. Flats. Slip-ons. Loafers. Oxfords. Sneakers. High tops. Ankle boots. Hiking boots. Combat boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Wedges. Stilettos. Chunky. Kitten heels. Slingbacks. Pumps. High Heels. Stripper heels.

BODY

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 140-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

EYES

HAIR

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

COSMETICS

SCENT

CLOTHES

SHOES

#tag games.#oc: diana #oc: reina #tw: body image #hi um i added A LOT to this to just include more (especially masc options) as well as just fix the ordering of some things cause it was #doing my head in <3 but yeah!! this is fun and i love seeing like styles and such so i wanted it to be a bit more detailed!!#i also changed a few adjectives because one specifically under skin made me recoil :) case of leah being oversensitive but still #also i did reina's hair naturally but she does straighten it and put treatments in it and such so like it's all over the place. it's #straight and wavy sometimes but just like... naturally it's curly okay? same with the parts lmao it depends what's she's doing #also fun fact with reina's piercings as well. those are the ones she currently has but she also briefly had a monroe for a few months at #one point and she had her belly button done for a while until rosa came along. but a lot of her piercings she's had to get re-pierced a few #times. gestures vaguely at the coma. you know how it is? got blown up and everything. anyways.#if i missed anyone i am so sorry i was tagging so many people my brain literally lost track of wtf i was doing but please tag me!!!#and if you've already done this then just ignore me <3

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invinciblerodent · 2 months

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i am never fucking moving to an apartment that's not on the top floor of a building again

#squirrel speaks #i've not slept more than four hours a night in about three weeks now #because the upstairs neighbor decided that the best time to start walking around and SLAMMING her feet down is 3 am #it's technically not loud enough for us to be able to legally submit a complaint and when confronted she ofc lies and denies it #“it's not me; i was sitting here quietly; that room is empty” bullshit. she's thumping along DIRECTLY above our bedroom.#the whole CEILING is pulsing #i can feel the bed SHAKE UNDER ME with her footfalls #for HOURS AT A TIME #and it's not just me being oversensitive because my partner can feel it too; we're both near-equally agitated by it #tonight the stomping woke me up at 2 am and when it quieted down around 4:30 i went back to bed for a bed #sure enough in about 30 minutes it started AGAIN #so i just. had to sit there and have a little cry #by which i mean about 20 minutes of exhausted wailing #it feels like she's fucking beating my brain with a hammer #i'm overstimulated i'm sleep deprived i'm anxious and depressed and it's just too much #and i'm paying out the NOSE for this shitty apartment with the shitty loud fucking liar neighbors #and the tiny-ass kitchen where i can barely turn around #and the badly assembled hideous ikea furniture that's literally falling apart #ugh don't mind me venting i'm just. exhausted #so bloody exhausted my god #it feels like my brain is leaking out my ears

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uselessnbee · 1 year

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so when i project my mental illnesses, neurodivergency and queernes on Mike Wheeler i'm the bad guy but when yall project your own hatred for Mike on other characters (Max, Hopper, Jonathan...literally anyone) then that's fine?🤨🤨

#byler #mike wheeler #really getting tired of seeing people make characters hate and treat mike like shit #when they would never actually do something like that in canon #breaking my silence and being an oversensitive bitch #and telling yall that no Max does not genuinely hate mike #jonathan does not genuinely hate mike and want will to move on #no hopper does not genuinely hate mike and would not be pissed at him for dating will #like yeah i get the jokes you do you but some of yall actually convinced yourselves it's true and that's just embarassing #actually personally i'm getting sick of the jokes as well #the whole mike wheeler hate club and everyone bullying mike was funny like the first two weeks but now it's just annoying #but i'm very well aware that this is a me thing and those jokes just aren't for me #so i'm not gonna tell anyone to stop if you wanna bully mike you do you boo have fun #but please don't make characters who would never do that shit do it for you #also no one in the party would start bullying mike and telling will he deserves better after they come out #like i understand teasing and jokingly insulting each other and shit like that #but there is a difference between teasing and bullying #and some of yall be crossing that line and that's just a no for me <3 #i know i sound oversensitive and i know i am and that no one else has the same opinion as me #but i really am getting tired of seeing that stuff when i'm just trying to have fun in here #ok i'll shut up now

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mysicklove · 6 months

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𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

DAY 24: SPREADER BAR

With: Zenitsu Agatsuma

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Sub! Zenitsu, gn! reader, crying, reader kinda is pushy but Zenitsu is fine with it, VERY sensitive Zenistu, overstimulation,

A/N: I hope i didn't take this too far. Reader is kinda pushier than my other fics, but idk. kinda nervous about this one for some reason. tbh, I'm not really liking any of my kinktober fics </3

Zenitsu squirms. Plain and simple. Kiss his cheek and he is giggling like a school girl, touch his chest and he is shrinking away from you with a whine, stroke his cock and he is accidentally closing his thighs together. It was just instinctual, he’s sensitive, and even if he likes the touch, he seems to struggle staying still and letting it happen.

So, you bought him a spreader bar. Zenitsu adores handjobs, but its always a pain to keep respreading his legs (You once slapped his thighs as a warning to keep them open, and he immediately sobbed and begged for forgiveness. You never slapped him again). It was good to take measures into your own hands.

But, he happened to be a little nervous about it.

“Y/NNNNN. Is this really necessary?” Zenitsu whines, his face pink from embarrassment at being completely bare in front of you. You were clicking on the cuffs to his ankles, while he lays against the headboard.

You kiss the inside of his knee, before moving up closer to him. “You know it is. How am I supposed to make you feel good if you keep moving away?”

He pouts and looks away. “Don’t mean to.”

“I know baby, you’re just so sensitive. I love that about you,” You coo, leaning forward to kiss his temple. You rest your hand on his abdomen, and he flinches, eyes flickering to yours out of nervousness.

He looks down at his open legs and covers his face. “So embarrassing.”

“Hmmm. It’s cute, legs spread like a little whore. Only for me, hmm?” He whines at the slight degradation, moving closer to you to seek comfort in your warmth. But of course, he agrees, slightly nodding and playing with his fingers.

Your hand moves down to his cock, and he lets out an airy breath. Immediately you hear the clanging of the cuffs as he tries to move. You grin, glad his thighs aren’t stopping your antics, and pump him once, and then twice. His hand grips onto your pants and he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

You continue, now going faster, and he keens, back slightly arching off the bed. He tries to keep his mouth shut, but it gets harder with every second. A minute goes by, and he is already spasming.

“F-Fuck slow down–You know I can’t!” He isn’t used to this, he usually gets a small break in the moments you take to pull away his legs. A chance for him to calm down, to not let his oversensitive body overwhelm him.

His legs are trembling and flexing as they try to force themselves together, but can’t. You continue your merciless pace, and his mouth hangs open, moans and whimpers falling with every second. Tears have already begun to well up. “I can’t. Wait, please! I can’t! Too much. It’s too much!”

You slightly slow your pace at his words and watch the way the pre drips down your hands. His thighs are shaking and he is twitching. Tears begin to spill over as he finally has a chance to catch his breath. You rub his face, brushing the drops away. “’m sensitive! Can’t keep up. You are going too fast, Y/N!” He sobs, and you coddle his face in apology, glancing back at the way his whole body seems to jerk when you reach the head of every slow stroke.

You coo at him, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear, as the spreader bar clanks with his movements. “But doesn’t it feel good, Zen? Your body is so reactive. You just need to relax and let it happen.”

He looks up at you with crocodile tears in his eyes and lets out a couple of sniffles. “Well, it did feel good. Just scary. Don’t got any control over myself,” He warbles, burying his face into your clothes for comfort.

You smile at him and begin to pick up the pace of your hand again. His hand tightens into a fist on your clothing. “Let me take care of you. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just gotta relax for me, yeah?”

A second goes by, and then two. “Mhmkay. Just, try to be gentle. Please?”

“Of course. Doing so well, ya know. Being such a good boy,” You praise, and he lets out a happy hum, soaking up the words.

You slowly make your way to your original pace, ignoring the way he jumps, or tries to hyperextend one of his legs at the feeling. He begins to pant, and he’s clutching at you desperately, trying to keep himself relaxed, but also grounded.

Eventually, you reach your original pace, and his knees are caving in. He wants to close his legs desperately, but he can’t, and his body is reacting immensely to the intense pleasure. “Fuck. Fuck. Its a lot. It’s too much!”

“How does it feel, Zenitsu?”

He thrashes around the sheets, crying again, but seeming to enjoy it more than before. He doesn’t look afraid, just simply letting it happen. “Good! Mhmmokay im okay. Just–Just hard. Cant….Think!”

The bed creaks from his sporadic movements, and you are even having trouble keeping your hands on him. His hips are turning from left to right, and his back is arching occasionally. His mouth is open again, and his eyes are hazy. “Can’t last. I can’t!”

The bar continues to rattle, and his legs continue to strain against it. You are even worried that he might break it from the force of his movements. “You can cum whenever you want, my love.”

He doesn’t respond, just nodding his head, with his eyes slightly rolled back. His hands can’t stay still, interchanging from clutching at you or the sheets, to holding onto his legs to try to help stop force against the bar.

With his upcoming orgasm, the pleasure becomes more intense, and he begins to sob. “Fuck. S-Sensitive. Oh god, feels weird! Gonna cum. Please please please! It’s too much again!”

“You already have my permission, Zen. Relax, let it out.” He nods into your clothing and clings onto you like a lifeline but listens.

He cums, and it’s much different than before. He can’t curl up into himself, as he usually does, but tries to anyways. His body goes stiffer than usual, and he lets out three high pitches, broken moans. He shuts his eyes and arches his back into you. The white liquid coats his stomach, but he can’t even feel it, instead focusing on riding out the waves.

He looks cute like this. It seems like it was his strongest orgasm in a while, and you are intrigued by it. Your hand slows down, and forces out the last couple of drops from the tip.

You accidentally overstimulate him, and his whole body jerks and he lets out a whimpering sound. You gulp and pull away, trying to think of other thoughts, because overstimulating Zenitsu may be adorable, but if he reacted the way he does with a handjob, you may kill the poor boy with anything more.

But he blinks at you, eyes red with tears. “Again?” He breathes, still twitching occasionally from the aftershock.

You gulp again, not sure if going again would kill him, or you.

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arthenaa · 1 year

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insatiable — ominis x fem! reader x sebastian

summary: After your little escapade with the boys, you had begun to see them romantically. overcome with the need to keep you to himself, Sebastian forgets the dangers of a pissed-off Ominis.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit sexual content, m/f/m, you get fucked by ominis, sebastian gets fucked by ominis, choking, degrading, cockwarming, oversensitivity, oral sex, foreplay, ominis being a fucking daddy god, dominis, switch seb, switch reader, masturbation, you watch sebastian get railed hihi, all the nasty shit.

note: here it is, part 2 of carnal (which you can read first btw but this can be read as a stand-alone) anys enjoy <3 i finished at like 5 am.

Being with the boys was wonderful.

It had been a few months after that little escapade at the ministry that prompted that speeding bloom of your relationship with Ominis and Sebastian. Over the course of the last few months, not only had you agreed to a threeway romantic relationship with your best friends but also had spent more time with them for the times that you weren’t able to do so because of your job. A promise to yourself as you tried to be more open to them with your feelings and such.

Because we all know what happened when you didn’t. Years of potential lost because of misguided feelings.

Time with them was splendid. You had gone on dates. Caught up with each others’ latest updates in life. Just the overall getting to know each other on a romantic level. You had begun to see them in different lights as a result. Ominis is a gentle lover. He was a true gentleman at heart and found joy in putting your needs and wants above all else. He opens the door for you, arm ready for you to grab on, brings you breakfast, and all that shebang. You often told him that he doesn’t have to give too much effort and that he was already enough but he told you that he wanted to do this for you. He loved loving you this way and if you’ll allow him, he’ll do it for the rest of his life. You could only purse your lips as an attempt to stop the tears but nevertheless, you allowed the man to do what he wanted.

Sebastian, on the other hand, is a loud lover. He loved showing you off to the world. Judy always joked about how Sebastian always has to have a part of his body sticking close to you or on you. You had tried to push away improper thoughts at the way she said it but you suppose it does hold some truth to it. The man was insatiable for your attention. Loved to be pampered by you to the point that Ominis thinks it's annoying. You think it's quite adorable though. Besides the physical affection, Sebastian always managed to string you along to his mischievous plans. An effect of your previous escapades during your Hogwarts’ days, it had always been your bonding time with Sebastian.

Leave it to Ominis to bust the two of you out of whatever bad situation you got put up in. Sebastian always gets the brunt end of his chastising. The Sallow boy claims that Ominis has too much of a soft spot for you.

Aside from seeing them in this light, you have also gotten to know them….. Sexually.

Sebastian and Ominis were somewhat alike but different from what you expected them to be. Ominis liked being in control; an immediate realization you had after your first sexual encounter with him. Just like his normal self, he prioritizes your pleasure before his. He loved pulling those lovely noises out of you with his skilled fingers and mouth– A talent of his that always seemed to leave you writhing and whimpering in the sheets. While he prioritizes your pleasure, he also loves toying with it. Pulling and pushing back your climax puts a look of pure enjoyment on his face. The sounds of you begging and the grip you have on his arm gives a pleasant flush on his neck. The man enjoys putting you in a torturable experience of a good time.

You can’t complain though. It certainly leaves you with a pleasant ache between your legs and a good night’s sleep.

Sebastian, on the other hand, lives to devour you whole. He won’t stop until he’s satisfied. A downfall on your end. The man has a strong stamina and could go for hours on end. You will not walk for days, that I assure you. Sebastian also has a knack for keeping you to himself and it leaves Ominis angry and in fumes. It certainly has the Sallow boy in punishment with Ominis’s hand on his neck and fucked right in the mattress.

That night gave you a high as you admired Sebastian’s drooling face against Ominis’s shoulder while the blonde straight up railed him in front of you. You think it’s because Sebastian liked riling up the Gaunt. He loved pissing him off and loved to be at the brunt end of his anger. Ominis preferred to do the sexual things together or at least let the other party know. He wanted everyone to be on the same page and Sebastian disobeying that rule always left a bad taste on Ominis’s tongue.

You certainly have come to that conclusion now because you can imagine how pissed Ominis will be when he comes home.

“S-Seb… Wait.” You pant as you try to push the brunette between your legs. Tongue deep within your folds and arms holding you close to his face, Sebastian ignores your pleas as he continues to devour your wet and quivering pussy.

You had been at it for hours. Ominis had work at the ministry while Sebastian and you had the day off. They had been frequenting in your apartment for the last few days, opting to hang in yours due to the wonderful creatures in your basement and the overall homey feel of your flat. Judy didn’t need to come to work today as you had the creatures all handled during your day off. What started as simple cuddling had turned out sexual with Sebastian’s wandering hands.

You lost count of how much the boy had made you come. Your fingers grip tighter on his curls, pushing him away and yet closer as you feel another knot unraveling once more. The man loved the taste of you on his tongue, sucking the juices leaking out of you then licking your clit with vigor. Your thighs shake on his shoulders as your face writhes in pleasure. “I can’t.. Fuck, I can’t— Ngh, please, Sebastian.”

Sebastian looks up at you with eyes darkened from lust as he continues his never-ending ministrations on your swollen pussy. He pulls back, allowing a moment of reprieve. “Yes you can, baby.”

You lift your head, eyes brimming with tears as you lock eyes with him. You shake your head in disagreement but the man only tilts his head with a mocking look of sympathy. “You can and you will.”

You let out a whine as Sebastian pulls you close, putting his mouth on you once more and bringing you close to your orgasm. Your breaths shorten with high pitched whines as you lift yourself up with your elbow while the other grips his curls closer to your heat. “Fuck, fuck Seb. Please please please!”

The brunette smirks against your folds before inserting two fingers at once and curling them up, hitting your spot dead on. Your back arches as your mouth opens into a silent moan. Your thighs close around his face, a pressure he doesn’t seem to mind as your orgasm explodes. The man slurps your release with enthusiasm as you fall back on the sheets, quivering in sensitivity.

You had to harshly pull the man away from your swollen heat as you certainly can’t handle the sensitivity of your nth orgasm. You pant as you cup his face within your hands. He has a dazed look on his face as he licks his lips, humming at the taste. “Mhm, can't get enough of you.”

You smile at his comment before pulling him into a kiss, pulling him to lay on top of you. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he pulls you close by the waist.

After a few moments of making out, you softly pull away, giggling as he chases your lips. You admire the man above you as he looks down at you with lust still evident in his eyes. Whilst admiring, you couldn't help but voice the concern tugging in your mind for the past couple of hours. “Ominis is gonna kill you, love.”

The man laughs. He moves his head down to place soft kisses on your neck, sucking marks on your delicate skin. “Let him.”

“Can’t believe you’re that poetic.” You giggle into his hair as you feel his hands roam your curves with enthusiasm. The man continues to make his way down your neck and then finds his attention on your breasts. You sigh in pleasure as he cups one breast while putting your nipple into his mouth. Your fingers run through his curls gently, pulling him closer against your chest.

“If it gets me fucked through the mattress and limping in the morning then call me Shakespeare.” He mutters, distracted as he licks and sucks your nipple until it's swollen and sensitive. You furrow your eyebrows at the sensation, flinching as he bites it softly. He moves his attention to the other.

"Haha, funny."

Sebastian smiles at your sarcastic tone.

“It’s the third time you’ve done this, I think Ominis is actually going to kill you this time.” You sigh in pleasure as you feel Sebastian’s hard length nudge your entrance. The man hums into your breast causing you to whimper at the feeling. The man pulls away and admires his work, squeezing your breasts for one last feel before moving back up to your face.

He allows himself a moment of tenderness as he brushes stray hair away from your face. You look up at him in awe. You couldn’t believe this man was yours. You admire the beauty of his freckles that were perfectly placed across the soft plane of his cheeks. Your hands reach up to cup his face within your hands, thumb brushing his swollen pink lips.

He places a soft kiss on your lips. “If buried in your perfect fucking pussy is the way I’ll go, then fuck, I’ll welcome whatever muggle heaven awaits me.”

You giggle into his lips as he presses another kiss against yours. Basking into the soft and warm moment, you fail to realize just how long you’ve both been at it. In the corner of your eye, you see a dash of black lean against the doorway. Distracted by the sudden addition of color, your eyes lock with the subject of the conversation.

Arms crossed leaning against the doorway and face riddled with a cold look was Ominis. His face angled towards the bed with his wand gripped within his hand, he raises his free hand to put his index finger towards his lips. He smiles softly at you as he continues to listen from his spot by the door.

You would smile back but Sebastian’s sudden intrusion at your entrance leaves you to moan out loud, grasping his arm as he bottoms out with a groan. He stays still for a moment then begins to slowly move in and out.

Sebastian dives his head on your neck as he continues his slow movements. You whimper as you find comfort in gripping his hair and arm. “Fuck muggle heaven. This is the shit, right here.”

His pace begins to speed up, your moans are suddenly pulled out of you as his hips slap against your ass. Your eyes watch Ominis as he continues to stand from the doorway. You could almost feel yourself whine for his presence but you couldn’t ruin his plan of punishing Sebastian. Sebastian grabs your hip with a bruising grip in one hand as he speeds up his thrusts, leaving you writhing and clawing his arm in pleasure.

“Right there. Right the– Fuck, Sebastian!” You whine as he begins to hit that immaculate spot within you. Sebastian smirks as he angles his hips to pound that spot head on. Your moans turn into shrieks which sets Ominis off.

You watch as the blonde locks eyes with you. You’re scared (and turned on) for a moment that maybe he could see you. It certainly does pull a flush out of your body as you allow yourself to be fucked into the sheets by the distracted brunette.

Deciding that enough is enough, Ominis marches quietly like a snake slithering to its prey. You could feel your orgasm rising and you knew it was going to be interrupted with the way Ominis was approaching. Sebastian was too immersed with the feel of your pussy to notice a looming danger behind him.

Ominis moves with precision. His hand swiftly grabs Sebastian’s throat and pulls his body off of you with a harsh tug. Sebastian lets out a squeak of surprise as the blonde harshly pulls him up against his chest.

You limp against the sheets, eyes trained on the delicious scene in front of you. Sebastian is quivering in Ominis’s hold, his fingers gripping tightly on his throat as Ominis angles his head towards the brunette on his shoulder.

“You just love pissing me off, don't you?” Ominis hums softly in a low voice. Sebastian whimpers in his hold as he reaches up to pull the hold on his neck but the blonde only tightens it.

For a second, you would think that Sebastian was afraid but judging from the way his face flushed and the leaking pre-cum from his cock, you knew he was turned on as fuck.

“O-Ominis,” Sebastian croaked. “I-I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean to what?” Ominis snaps with gritted teeth as he pulls Sebastian closer by the neck. The brunette arches his back, clearly enjoying the manhandling. “Stop playing a fool, Sebastian. It clearly doesn’t suit you.”

“If- if it gets you this worked up,” Sebastian smirks, face dazed with pleasure. “I’d play it so fucking well that you'd have no choice but to believe me, baby.”

The taunt leaves Ominis speechless. You watch as the blonde heaves out a grumble in his chest before harshly pushing Sebastian down on the sheets with his face down and ass up.

Sebastian tilts his head to look up at the domineering figure of his lover. Ominis smirks down at the direction from where he pushed Sebastian. "Let's test that theory, shall we?"

Sebastian looks up at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and you could only smirk as he allowed himself to be manhandled to Ominis's taste.

Wanting to greet the man, you stand up from the bed, slightly wavering in your stance from the amount of orgasms you endured. You walk up towards Ominis and gently cupped his cheeks. The man softens at your touch.

"Hey, darling." Ominis greets gently as his hands feel your waist and pull you close to him. You place your arms around his neck, glancing at Sebastian quivering pathetically on the bed. You smile as you place a kiss on Ominis's lips, moaning as he deepens it.

"How was your day?" He asks as if Sebastian isn't butt naked, ass up, back arched and whimpering on the sheets. You giggle at his nonchalance.

"It was okay. I missed you, though." You respond as he pulls you into a tender hug. His hands wander up to your ribs and then back down, squeezing your ass deliciously, it leaves you moaning at his touch. You hear Sebastian whimpering from his spot on the bed, clearly jealous of your sounds of affection.

"I'll deal with him first then I'll be right with you, little dove." He whispers into your ear, patting your ass two times before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. You decide to let him have his fun and wait for his orders as you sit down by the headboard of the bed.

Sebastian pants in excitement as Ominis begins to undress himself, leaving only his dress shirt, tie and slacks. The blonde then pulls his tie from his neck, feeling the soft material between his fingertips.

"I've reminded you twice already, Sebastian." Ominis calmly reprimands as he gathers Sebastian's hands behind his back. The brunette's breathing quickens as the tie encases his wrists in a tight knot, not allowing him any movement. "I don't like repeating myself."

"I'm sorry." Sebastian tries to appease the blonde's anger, moaning as Ominis's hips press against his bare ass. The blonde's hands caress the soft skin of his butt, fondling the brunette's bottom. Sebastian whimpers as the hardening bulge of Ominis's cock press against his opening. "You know, I can't take my hands off her. I can't—"

"Precisely why you're a fucking pain in the ass," Ominis growls as he grinds his cock against Sebastian's ass. The brunette pathetically sobs against the sheets. "Can't keep your hands to yourself. How pathetic."

Fuck. This is so fucking hot.

You're entranced at their intimate display. Ominis with his domineering power and Sebastian willingly submitting at Ominis's hard and cruel touch. You could feel your pussy leak with excitement and want.

"I've already taught you once." Ominis moves to the side to grab a vial of liquid on the bedside table before moving back to his position behind Sebastian. The blonde then pours the liquid on Sebastian's hole. The brunette jolts at the feeling of the cold liquid dripping down his ass. Ominis laughs softly as Sebastian flinches in sensitivity as his fingers gently rub his hole. "I can do it again."

Not given the chance to respond, Sebastian loudly moans at the intrusion of two fingers. Ominis hums deeply as he revels in the feel of Sebastian's inner walls.

Aroused by the sight, you decide to add to Sebastian's suffering. Opening your legs, your hand moves down to rub your clit, moaning at the sight in front of you. Sebastian looks up with a groan.

"Bloody hell. I'm going crazy." Sebastian whines, his eyes watching your pretty pink pussy dribble out juices as you rub your cunt.

Ominis smiles at the added sound of your moans. Motivated by your voice, he adds another finger in Sebastian. The brunette yells into the sheets as Ominis hits the spot within him.

"Fuck. Ominis. Please! Just fuck me!" Sebastian yells in frustration as he grips the material wrapped around his wrists, veins bulging at how tight he's gripping it. The blonde chuckles at his frustration as he continues his ministrations. "Do it right now or I'll—"

A hand grabs Sebastian's hair out of nowhere, causing him to be cut off from his rambling. The brunette whimpers, reminded of his place as Ominis covers Sebastian's back with his body. The blonde leans close to his ear. "Or you'll what? C'mon, say it. You've been so fucking noisy the past few minutes and now you decide to shut up? Fucking pussy."

The blonde shoves him face down against the sheets and pulls out his fingers. Sebastian whines at the loss of stimulation. He then hears the drop of a belt. His heart drops at Ominis's next words. "Want me to fuck you, hm?"

"Yes, yes, yes— please. Give it to me, please. I'll take it. I'll take it so good please—" Sebastian begs, tears dripping from his eyes.

Your fingers continue to stimulate you as you insert them inside. You smile in satisfaction as Sebastian cowers like a submissive pup under Ominis's body.

"Shut the fuck up." Ominis mutters with nonchalance as he grabs the shaft of his dick and slaps it against Sebastian's opening.

Without warning, the blonde thrusts inside causing the brunette to yell at the intrusion. You were sure the neighbors will be knocking at your door tomorrow morning.

"T-Thank you." Sebastian whimpers as Ominis heads straight into it, moving his hips fast and unforgiving. The brunette takes it like a champ, sobbing into the sheets as Ominis's cock hits his spot again and again.

Sebastian looks up in a daze, eyes locked with yours as you smile down at him. Ominis seems to have noticed his distraction by you and leans down to pull him up against his chest.

The brunette rests his head against his shoulder as Ominis wraps a hand around his throat. "She can't help you. Focus up."

Right now, you have the hottest fucking view there is. Sebastian's cock bounces against his stomach at Ominis's harsh thrust. His back is arched perfectly so that his body is positioned so deliciously to look at. Ominis looks even more ravishing with his jaw clenched as he burrows his head on Sebastian's neck, hand gripping his throat as he continues to rail the brunette. Your fingers try to match the timing of his thrusts.

Sebastian lets out loud whines to the point that the blonde had to shift his hold from his neck to his mouth. The blonde's thrusts speed up faster and harder. "O-Ominis—Right there, fuck."

"Here?" Ominis snarls as he gives him a hard thrust against the spot. Sebastian sobs at the intense pleasure. "Yeah, feels good huh?"

"Oh, fuck. God, I—"

Sebastian's climax is unexpected. The brunette's eyes roll back and his body limps in Ominis's arms as strips of thick white liquid stream out of his cock. You whine as you feel your orgasm coming but stop as your wrist cramps. Ominis thrusts for a few more seconds before slowly stopping, hugging Sebastian's figure close as he lets him calm himself down from his climax.

Pressing chaste kisses on his neck he gently places Sebastian down on the bed, beside you. The brunette only whimpers, still basking in his post-orgasm haze. The blonde unties the restraints, allowing Sebastian reposition comfortably.

You turn to Ominis who pauses for a few seconds, still caressing Sebastian's back. You whine, feeling pent up from the lack of orgasm. "Ominis…"

The blonde hears your pleas as he leaves one last kiss on Sebastian's temple before walking over to your side of the bed. He leans down to press his lips onto you, diving into your arms.

"I missed you." You whine pitifully as you caress his face. He leans into your touch, pressing soft kisses on your wrist.

"I'm sorry it took so long. I'm here now," He mumbles quietly, hands moving to your hips as he grinds against your soft pussy. You moan at the stimulation. "I'll take care of you."

He places a chaste kiss on your cheek before he pushes in. Your breaths quicken as you begin to regain the pleasure of what Sebastian once gave you moments ago. The blonde moves as your pussy takes him without hesitation. You revel in low groans and pants. "If there's one thing Sebastian did right, it's preparing you for me. Fuck baby, you feel so good."

"I feel good?" You question dumbly as your eyes fixate on Ominis's handsome face. He licks his lips before smiling.

"Yeah you do baby. This pussy keeps me up all night when you're not with me." He mumbles as he lifts your leg up to rest against his shoulder. His thrusts quicken. "Can't stop thinking about you."

You whine at his confession. You could feel the incoming edge of your orgasm return. Your hands grab his arms positioned on both sides of your head. You know he's almost close as well from the way he's becoming a bit inconsistent with his rhythm.

"You close baby?" He asks as he feels your thighs shake within his grasp. You hum in agreement as your nails dig into his arm, creating red dents into his flawless skin.

"Inside please, fuck— Inside me." You sob as you try to pull the blonde closer. His tip begins hammering against your sweet spot causing you to tip over the edge and come within his touch. Ominis comes shortly after, groaning as he spurts his release in you. You moan in satisfaction at the warm feeling of his come.

The blonde sighs as he drops his head on your shoulder. There's a lapse of silence before Ominis shifts the two of you with him under you this time. You moan softly as he jostles his length inside you due to the movement. You turn towards him, kissing his lips softly.

"Can I just… ?" He trails off as his hands caress your thigh, silently motioning towards his dick still nestled within you. You giggle before kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, feel's nice." You hum as you gently grind against Ominis's length. The blonde quietly groans at your ministrations but lets you be as it provides enough stimulation but not enough to start another round, yet.

Your eyes glance toward the brunette beside you, eyes swollen with tears as he sleeps quietly. You smile at the thought of Sebastian coming so hard that he passed out.

"Is he asleep?" Ominis asks as he places a hand on your hip, gently encouraging your grinding. You hum as you pepper kisses on the blonde's face.

"Like a baby. You made him pass out. Good job." You quipped, earning a chuckle from the blonde.

"He always got a bit too excited when it comes to riling me up. Serves him right." Ominis sighs in pleasure as he feels your cunt squeeze his length. You could feel a second round coming around the corner.

Ominis pulls you in a tender kiss before thrusting up against you, causing you to moan in pleasure.

"You're both going to kill me." You whisper against his lips as you begin to increase your movements against his cock. Ominis smirks at your words.

His hands grip your hips as he begins the second round, fucking up against your pussy. You moan at his sudden movements.

"We just can't get enough of you, baby."

A/N: ITS FUCKING DONE i finished this at 5 am ,, absolute fucking filth yall

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt smut #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian x reader x ominis #silver trio smut

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mamaspeckles · 4 months

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hello I was wondering if u could do velvet smut with fem reader, ofc vels is Dom. Idc if it’s a story or head canon I’m just thirsty

You know at least you’re aware that you’re down bad..because me too my dear 😭 but of course mama can give you that story/headcanon for you! There is not a lot because I am so tired 😭

Velvet X Fem!Reader !NSFW!

CHARACTERS ARE 17+

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-Starting off with, Velvet is a hard dom. It doesn't matter whether she's giving or receiving pleasure, she wants and will always have control, so she will be dominant regardless of her position, and in or out of the bedroom.

-ALWAYS watch what you do and say to others around her this popstar is a jealous and possessive woman. By the time people leave you alone in an empty room velvet will already have you pinned to up against the wall, vanity, chair, etc while her noodle arms serve as restraints. struggling against her restraints, you squirm underneath her as her knee bucks against you touch starved clit. “ is this what you wanted?? you flaunt yourself around to get a rise out of me?~…”

-Velvet drools over the thought of twisting and squishing your nipples she knows how sensitive your nipples are and just adores the little yelps you let out when she twists one. “Oh please you can’t be that sensitive baby~”

-the GOAT at giving oral, velvet has mastered all ur weak spots; moving her tongue in and out of your cunt at a fast pace, targeting all of your sweet spots while she rubs your oversensitive clit<3.

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valve3nthusiast · 4 months

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I am once again horny for robot periods

War and injuries and rations and all that probably throws everyone cycles wayyyy off

Drift waking up one day with energon running out from his panels, and after a brief moment of panic and embarrassment, he's just super pissed. It's annoying, inconvenient, his mood for the day is ruined, now he probably can't do sword practice or he'll leak-

But Ratchet, his wonderful, sexy, amazing conjunx (who he woke up with his ranting) decides to try to lift his mood. By going down on his bloody valve like a starving siphonist :3

Hnggg Ratchet eating Drift out sloppy style, licking up the energon from his messy pussy like it's a too-narrow mixing bowl and he's trying to get at the last bit of brownie batter. Drift whines and his legs kick the air where they rest over Ratchet's shoulders as he's brought to overload after overload on his tongue. Ratchet's face gets completely coated in Drift's energon and lubricant in his enthusiasm, he takes a moment to pull back and lick his lips and Drift almost overloads again from how hot the sight is

After a few hours (!? ugh, systems flush always leaves him too revved up) he falls back into recharge with Ratchet still worshipping his valve. He wakes up later, panels and berth now cleaned, to a comm from Ratchet sitting in his inbox. It says that he's told everyone Drift is feeling under the weather, so now he won't be expected back on shift for a couple of days... and once he's back from his shift in the medbay, he'd continue with their "at-home treatment"

...the amount of energon and lubricant that leaks from his oversensitive valve after he reads that line is slightly undignified. Also, he has to clean up the new mess he just made on the berth now

#valveplug #mine #valveblood #sticky fluids #dratchet #drift #ratchet

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theragethatisdesire · 9 months

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CONGRATS ON THE 1K DKFJSKDJF

can i get levi with the stay with me tonight prompt o.o (#8 i think :3)

HEY KAT HEY!!!! thank you so much jdkfaljdl i remember when you hit 1k and i was just so immensely proud of you and so happy to be moots and i still am!!! so thrilled to see you here<333

yeah you absoLUTELY can you are officially the first person to get me to write a levi drabble/fic and ofc it would be you that pulls it out of me

Reluctantly, you sit up, grimacing slightly at the scratch of the Survey Corp-issued sheets against your bare, oversensitive skin, at the ache deep in your bones and beneath your legs from a long day of training and a long night with him.

He's your Captain, you're his subordinate. It's inappropriate beyond measure, could easily ruin his career, but at this rate, you're not sure who needs this arrangement more. You aren't sure when it started, whether that be during sparring practice, pinned underneath him in full view of your comrades, on those long missions outside the walls watching each other be illuminated by a campfire, the one time you snapped back at him to the chagrin of everyone else around.

It started at some point, but you only know where it ended up, with you continuously sneaking out of your barracks and into his private captain's quarters, sliding beneath the sheets and letting him work sounds out of you that would make a prostitute blush.

You jump at the light pressure of a hand on your spine, not pressing, but a feather-light touch.

"What time is it?" Levi grumbles in that tousled, unbuttoned tone he gets only in moments like these. You relish it, love that for now, that voice is only for you, not for anyone else.

"Close to 1:00," you answer, eyes flicking over to the clock on the wall, "long day tomorrow?"

"Moreso for you than me," Levi props up on his elbows, and you make the mistake of turning over your shoulder to look at him, look at the way his muscles ripple under porcelain skin.

Your eyes draw to a particular scar on his ribs, the one you had hesitantly asked about on your first night together, the one you now know makes him shudder if you run your tongue over it. You avert your eyes instantly when a slow throb starts to build between your legs, despite the wreckage that already lies there.

"Why is that?"

"ODM review," Levi's eyes soften ever so slightly, an apology, "I have meetings with the Commander most of the day, so I need you and the squad to head over to the training area and teach the cadets how to check their ODM gear properly. There's been too many close calls during their training. Commander Erwin suspects that they weren't properly taught how to check their gear before heading up."

You groan, rubbing at your tired eyes. "I wish you would have told me that before I came over here. I'm exhausted."

"I'm sorry," Levi's voice is quiet, a little wounded. You can only sigh, knowing that trying to assure him that it was worth it, that you'd go weeks without sleep, without food, if it meant you could lay here with him only a few hours longer is fruitless.

"It's okay," you find yourself leaning over, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. It shocks both of you, you pulling back with wide eyes, a blush rising to the tips of Levi's ears. "Um, okay, well...I'll head out then. Sounds like we both need the rest."

Levi's lips tighten into a thin line, and he nods curtly. This is the pitfall of your arrangement with the Captain; eventually, the sun has to rise, and the moment has to be end. With certain death looming over your shoulder at the start of each day, you don't have the guts to tell him how you really feel, that it's all so much more than a stress-relieving hookup for you, especially when you doubt the Captain feels that way for you in return.

You slide out of his sheets, feeling incredibly exposed, and scrounge around on the floor for your uniform. Just as you're sliding the unbelievably un-sexy standard-issued underwear over your legs, Levi speaks again, rattles you to your core.

"Wait."

"Wait?" You turn to him, nose scrunched in confusion. Levi's eyes flit around the room, searching for anything that isn't your confused, naked form.

"Stay with me tonight." Even his posture as he says it is anxious, uncomfortable in a way you've never seen.

"Stay with you," you repeat slowly, "here?"

"Yes, here," Levi can't help but roll his eyes, "you need to catch up on your sleep. I wake up before everyone else on base, I can make sure you get back to your quarters without being seen. Stay with me."

"Why do you say it like it's an order?" You're stunned initially, your surprise eventually winding down into suspicion.

"You don't have to, I just- I- I want you to. Get some rest, I mean." Levi's face is hard, but his eyes are pleading. That same little flush is rising from his cheeks to his ears, betraying him. You raise an eyebrow at your Captain, trying to shove off the prickly, exciting feeling erupting all over your body.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Levi eyes you, eyebrows lifting in just the smallest admission of astonishment.

"I'll stay with you," you let your underwear fall back down your legs, clamber back into the bed with him, "for tonight."

Levi lets an arm fall around your waist, curls his body around yours, makes you shiver at the intimate nature of your position together. Just as your eyes begin to flutter closed, you feel the lightest little kiss on the nape of your neck.

#KAT THIS WAS SO FUN #WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME LEVI IS FUN TO WRITE #thanks for requesting lovebug #ragehits1000 #i'm also sorry i'm being so slow you guys are putting my brain to WORK #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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The Happy Couple 10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

I make no promise and am just following a whim.

Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)

Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats., choking, fingering, dub/noncon. More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.

Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️

Bucky's hand grips your throat, pinning you on your shoulder as you lay bent on your side. Your knee is hooked across his other arm as he ruts into you, straddling your thigh beneath him. You arch your back and groan through your teeth.

This man is as relentless in bed as he is outside. You puff out through your burning lungs, fingers knotted tightly as the leather chafes around your arms.

"Come on, baby, you can cum for me again," he snarls as he rams against you, "come on."

His fingers find your oversensitive clit and toy with your once more. You whine and bite your tongue. You snarl as the buzzing flows through your pelvis and erupts. Your orgasm clenches him desperately as he keeps his pace harsh and heartless. Your head lolls back as his nails dick into the bruises he left across your neck.

"Oh, princess, the only throne you'll ever need is my lap," he pants, "if only daddy could see this--"

You stretch your fingers and bare your teeth in reaction. You close your eyes, hiding from your shame and the sight of your reality. Your father's room, that vaunted place, a forbidden stronghold, his fortress. You turn your head down and moan through another rippling wave of pleasure.

"You're so good to my dick, huh? You wanna play brat but look at you, eager for it," he pushes his hand up your jaw and hooks two fingers into your mouth, forcing your head up, "tell me how much you want it, baby doll."

You bite down on his knuckles as hard as you can and he grunts, fucking you harder, a thrum pulsing through your bones. You don't let up, singing your teeth in until he rips his hand away. He grabs your head and crushes it against the bed, straining your neck as he pounds into you mercilessly. You choke on a whimper and flare your nose, the pain feeding your rage.

He rolls his hips, his pace turning uneven as he slows and spasm. He grips your hip as he takes long, deliberate strokes, roaring as he empties into you. His thrust slicken noisily and you feel his cum dripping out as he rocks a few more times before burying himself to his limit. You exhale shakily as he pushes your legs together, staying inside you as he turns you onto your stomach.

He lays over you, planting his legs around yours and forcing them together as he begins to thrust again. His raspy breathes betray his sensitivity as the quiver in his muscles reflects the same in yours. He holds himself up on his elbows, your arms pressed to his stomach as he keeps a calm tempo.

"All you gotta do is be a good girl, baby, and it's all over," he snarls, "say you want daddy's dick and I'll stop."

"Fuck off," you heave into the blankets.

He tuts and jolts you meanly. He chuckles and jerks his hips again, his pelvis cracking against your ass.

"I'll break you anyway I needa, princess, trust that," he growls, "'bout time you grew up..." he groans as he ruts again, "fuck, I love that pussy. I'll just have to work on that mouth."

You ball your hands as they throb and curl your toes. He's an old man, you can outlast him. For the night and for those to come.

💍

Your arms ache as you wake to the tweet of birds. The night before is a fog in your head. It sets in as you roll onto your back, alone in your father's empty bed. It flows over you like a fretful tide; your father is dead, this isn't his house, this isn't his business. It's Bucky's now, just like you.

That jackass might think he has everything figured out but you won't let him take the victory that easily. You rub your arms and groan, staring at the ceiling as you try to come up with a game plan. There's no running, that was a foolish idea. You've always been impetuous that way. Besides, you hear the men milling around still. As you drag yourself out of bed, you confirm their presence with a glance out the window.

You search the room. Your clothes are gone but a rob lays across the foot of the bed. You wrap it around yourself and grow through the drawers, the closet, and even looks under the bed. It's been cleared out, nothing you could use.

The handle clicks and you face the door. Bucky enters, a pinstriped shirt with dark pants, his pointed leather boots decorated with studs around the ankle. You cross your arms and set your chin defiantly. You arch a brow.

"Morning, princess," he swings the door shut.

"Why hello, asshole," you sneer.

"Now, baby, let's start this day off fresh," he nears and puts his hands on your arms, "you are glowing. Look like you got a good dicking down--"

"Get off me," you shove him away.

"Why are you being like this? I treated you right. All. Night. Long."

You scoff and curl your lip, "you killed my father."

"And your wicked stepmother," he smirks, "not getting a thanks for that though."

"Please," you roll your eyes and step back, "you had your fun. Get it over with."

"Get it over with?"

"Get rid of me. We'd both be happier for it," you flick your fingers in his direction and spin on your heel, "I'm not gonna be played with like your personal puppet and guess what? You're right, I'm a fucking brat and that's not gonna change. Not for you, not for anyone."

"If I thought you were gonna change, baby, I wouldn't have chosen you," he comes up behind you as you return to the window, his hands framing your hips, "and believe me when I say I chose you. I want you, princess, and I'm gonna make you my queen. All you gotta do is give me a little something."

"Didn't you get all you needed last night?"

"Not what I mean, baby. You mind that mouth and smile pretty, and I can put up with a bit of spunk," he drapes his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder, swaying you with him. You latch onto his wrist as he snakes his hand down the front of the robe, "I play with fire to feel the burn."

"And if I don't want to be your queen or whatever nonsense you call it?"

"Well, that's the thing, it ain't your choice," he wiggles his wrist free and slips his hand through the opening of the robe, he cups your cunt as he bends his fingers again your folds, "but I gotta admire the strong front. I never thought you'd be easy to tame."

"As if," you elbow him and pivot to nudge him away, "tame me? I'm not your pet."

"No, baby, but you will make a fine wife," he grabs your hands and pulls them away from his chest, "and if you let me, I could be a damn fine husband."

#the happy couple #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barners #mob au #au #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #drabble series #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america #winter soldier

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tcwmatchmakingau · 8 months

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Commander Mayday illustration by @nika6q

A Match for Mayday: Chapter 4

Editor’s note: This fic is a collaboration between @nika6q (artwork) and @dystopicjumpsuit (story)

Pairing: Mayday x Flower Farmer Reader

Rating: M (18+ Minors DNI)

Wordcount: 2k

Warnings and tags: SMUT; oral sex; irresponsible amounts of fluff; mentions of alcohol/hangovers; a little more smut; PIV; a happily-ever-after that will make your teeth hurt

A/N: dedicated to @nika6q ❤️‍🩹

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

You stumble backward into your cabin, tangled in Mayday's arms. His mouth is everywhere, trailing kisses across your skin, his beard teasing you almost to the point of oversensitivity, his tongue hot and slick against your neck, your shoulders, your chest. He nudges the control panel to close the door without ever removing his lovely, strong hands from your body, and you almost—almost—forgive him for being such a hot karking dumbass.

“You know,” you gasp as you fumble with his belt buckle, “it’s the biggest cliche in nuptial history for the best man and the maid of honor to sleep together the night before the wedding.”

“Who said anything about sleeping?” he asks, unbuttoning his shirt with impressive speed.

“Just remember I still have to make it down the aisle tomorrow,” you reply as you finally get his trousers unbuttoned. “You’ll have to go easy enough that I can still walk.”

“No promises.” He yanks your dress off over your head and then stills abruptly as he gazes at you, his mouth falling open in awe. “Oh, kriff, I am such an idiot.”

You look at him a little uncertainly, hoping that he doesn’t regret this.

“Nobody’s perfect,” you say with false bravado.

He trails his fingertips across your clavicles and down your chest, tracing the curve of your bra to the valley between your breasts, and then continues, following your sternum and lower down your body.

“Can’t say I agree,” he murmurs. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

He kisses you again, his fingers still drawing lovely, intricate patterns across your skin. You’re so distracted by the sensation that you don’t even notice him unhooking your bra until the band loosens and he slips the straps down your shoulders.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he cups your breasts in his large, strong hands. His skin is rough and calloused, but he touches you with aching gentleness. “I dreamed about this so many times. You’re so beautiful. More beautiful than I ever even imagined, all those times.”

Under his heated gaze, your skin feels as though fire chases just beneath the surface. He leans forward and rests his forehead on your shoulder, staring down your body. Desperate to feel him, you splay your hands across his broad, bare shoulders and up the back of his head, pressing soft kisses into his hair as his warm breath fans over your skin. He lowers his mouth to your skin and begins to explore your body with his mouth, kissing a path down your chest. As he does, he guides you gently backward until the backs of your knees collide with the mattress, and he holds you securely in his strong arms as he leans you back slowly onto it.

He follows closely, easing his body between your thighs. His lips close around your nipple, and you arch against him with a breathy moan as his tongue swirls over your sensitive skin. His hands roam over you, stroking, kneading, caressing. He moves slowly down your body, lighting up your nerves as his lips and tongue work across your skin, leaving a glistening, heated trail from your breasts to your pelvis.

He moves backward steadily, until he kneels on the floor next to the bed, and he carefully maneuvers your thighs to rest on his shoulders. Beginning at your knee, he kisses a lazy, meandering trail up the inside of your leg, until you are a whimpering, pleading mess. You roll your hips, trying to entice him closer to your center.

“Be patient,” he whispers, flattening a large hand over your lower belly and pressing you back down into the mattress.

“I’ve been waiting for weeks,” you gasp. “I’m all out of patience.”

He licks a long, leisurely line up the crease where your thigh meets your pelvis, teasing you relentlessly. “You’re not going to let that go, are you?”

“No!” you reply. “I’m vindictive and horny, Mayday. I swear to the Force, if you don’t get that tongue in my pussy—”

He swirls his tongue over your clit and into your cunt without warning, and you let out an abrupt cry, cutting off your own words. He laughs quietly against you, the sound vibrating deliciously into your body, causing you to writhe and grind against his mouth. His hands tighten around your hips, and he holds you firmly in place as he feasts on you. He uses his entire mouth to bring you pleasure: lips, tongue, even teeth, as he sucks and kisses and licks and nibbles.

He doesn’t allow you to move your hips at all, controlling your body with ease as he presses you to the bed. Faster than you think possible, you feel all of the muscles in your thighs and core begin to tense as Mayday pushes you ever closer to bliss. He slides one strong forearm across the top of your pelvis and clamps down as he begins to tease you with his free hand, tracing his fingertips over your entrance before sliding inside. He locates that perfect spot inside you, and he presses against it firmly, his clever mouth working your clit, driving the tension in your body higher and higher until you snap, convulsing against him as you come so hard your vision goes blank.

You ride out your orgasm against his face as your thighs tighten around his head. He doesn’t release his forearm, holding your hips implacably in place, drawing out your climax until you fall back against the mattress, lungs heaving and body utterly drained. Mayday climbs onto the bed and pulls you into his arms, cradling your head against his chest.

“Did that make up for the past few weeks?” he asks.

“It’s a start,” you reply breathlessly.

“Then I suppose I’d better get back to it,” he says with a devilish smirk.

Luckily, the entire wedding party is far too hungover the next day to notice the slight awkwardness of your gait. They pile out of the shuttle with drawn, pinched faces, squinting against the cheerful sunshine of Nakadia. It is a glorious day, to Sunni’s immense disgust. You can’t resist needling her, just a little, as revenge for dragging you on a guided tour of Coruscant’s most crowded nightclubs.

“What a beautiful day!” you say in a voice that is just a hair too loud. “Incredible weather for a wedding.”

Sunni winces and mumbles indistinctly. Mayday shoots you a knowing look, then walks over to Hexx and pounds him enthusiastically on the back.

“Congratulations, Hexx old boy!”

Hexx sways alarmingly as a sheen of sweat breaks out across his skin. “Th—thank you, Commander.”

Fortunately, the wedding will not start for several hours, so there’s plenty of time for people to recover, whether by sleeping it off, indulging in a little hair of the voorpak, or in Brax’s case, a hurried trip to the refresher. Several liters of water, two mimosas, and four hours later, Sunni is back to her usual radiant self—or at least close enough to fool the droid in charge of her hair and makeup.

“I have seen worse,” it declares as it twists Sunni’s hair into a stunning work of art.

The ceremony is timed to coincide with the sunset, and as Hexx and Sunni exchange their vows against the vivid crimson backdrop, you meet Mayday’s eyes with a tiny smile, remembering his words from the day you’d met: We do what we can for them, but in the end, we have to trust them to know what they’re doing. Hexx and Sunni gaze at each other with naked adoration, and it occurs to you that yes, in fact, they do know exactly what they are doing, and they are going to be just fine.

The party begins at dusk and goes on until the small hours of morning, or so you gather. You don’t stay to witness all of the festivities. Instead, long after night has fallen, as the stars twinkle over the dancing guests, you and Mayday slip quietly away into the darkness and make your way back to the farmhouse.

“Your bed is way more comfortable than the one in my guest room,” Mayday observes as you push him into the mattress.

“And to think, you could have been enjoying it this whole time,” you tease, rolling your hips to take him deeper inside your body.

“Holy kriff, you feel amazing,” he pants. “You’re still mad about that?”

He pulls you closer and nuzzles his face against your breasts as they sway and bounce over him. His tongue flicks over your nipple and then draws it into his mouth, pulling a soft, delighted moan from you.

“By my count, you’ve only made me come five times so far,” you point out breathlessly. “That’s not even one for each week we’ve known each other.”

He grips your hips in his hands to steady you and abruptly flips you both over so he’s on top of you, cock still buried deep in your cunt.

“I suppose I’ll need to get those numbers up, then.”

The next day, after all the guests have departed, Mayday stays to help you clean up after the wedding. There is so much to do that he stays the next night as well, and the next. On the fourth night, you mention that the night-blooming macan flowers should begin to open soon.

“Never seen a macan flower,” he remarks casually.

“They’re lovely. It would be a shame to miss it,” you reply.

Tragically, the macan flowers do not bloom that night, or the next, or the one after that. By the time they finally do, you both have stopped pretending. Mayday doesn’t have much in the way of personal belongings, so it’s a simple matter for him to move into the farmhouse. He fits seamlessly into your home, and by the time you realize you’ve fallen completely in love with him, you cannot imagine ever disentangling your life from his.

After Sunni’s wedding, word about your farm spreads quickly in the GAR. During the reception, you had overheard several guests discussing the beauty of the location, and more than one couple speculating about the possibility of celebrating their own wedding at your farm. Before long, you have a thriving side business as a clone-friendly wedding venue. Mayday was rendered fully speechless the first time a member of the 77th Heavy Brigade asked him to officiate their wedding. His reactions improved after that, but he still hasn’t quite gotten used to the idea that all of his men still want their old commander to be the one who presides over their weddings.

Mayday is fully retired now, and life on the farm suits him. He spends his days on woodworking projects, or helping you on the farm, or sprawled out on one of the cozy chairs in your reading room, diligently making his way through your entire book collection. There’s a little more gray in his hair, and a few more lines around his eyes when he laughs, but he’s just as handsome and commanding as he was the day you met him. His former troopers visit often, as do Sunni and Hexx, and Mayday’s favorite woodworking project ever is the cradle he made for them about two years after their wedding.

Your own wedding is a quiet affair. Sunni and Hexx are there, of course, with their darling little boy. He has Sunni’s smile and Hexx’s eyes. Veetch attends with his latest conquest, a genial and quietly witty Twi’lek who has the trooper absolutely wrapped around his finger. Tarsi also attends, shamelessly taking credit for your match with Mayday, since, according to her, you would never have met if she hadn’t set up Sunni and Hexx.

“It’s the transitive property, darling,” she declares.

You do have to make one slight alteration to your original, hypothetical wedding plans, though. Mayday requests a brunch party instead of dinner so you still have plenty of time to watch the sunset together from the front porch.

A/N: Thank you to @nika6q for letting me steal the line about Mayday being a hot karking dumbass!

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #other clones #commander mayday #bad batch fanfiction #mayday tbb

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ddarker-dreams · 5 months

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Patiently waiting for your thoughts on Fontaine’s new archon quest 🫡

oh man. i do have some thoughts to share.

(warning for spoilers to those who haven't played through the latest archon quest)!

OKAY, so — overall? i enjoyed it. the fortress of meropide section felt a little tedious at times, i'm begging mihoyo to abandon those awful 'stealth' 'gameplay' sections. aside from that though, i was always interested enough to keep moving ahead. i especially like how they wrote navia. the story of her and her father got me emotionally invested in her as a character, i actually teared up at one point.

i was glad they avoided their infamous 'introduce a character and have them betray you' shtick. idk if that was a quota they had to reach before and that's why they did it so often, but in any case, it made for a refreshing change. the reveal of fontaine's history, the serial disappearances, focalors and furina; there were lots of intriguing story beats. furina's story might somehow be one of the saddest in genshin yet?? the execution of the reveal and the final conversation between focalors and neuvillette packed a strong emotional punch.

onto my gripes...

childe. why. why'd they do my man like that. the buildup was so interesting! the cutscene where he helps neuvillette subdue the space whale had me frothing at the mouth. him in his foul legacy armor ... his leitmotif playing... him growling and grunting.... oh, how happy i was, naïve thing that i am. i was a bit confused how they dedicated a total of three seconds to traveler and the floating fiend going 'oh wow there's childe ig.' like ??? at this point in the story, i thought they were sorta buddies??

the space whale's execution confused me. i expected it to be deeply tied to fontaine's past, or at the very least give some abyss bread crumbs, but it just kinda flopped around and stuff. the fight was cool, don't get me wrong. but the whole 'yeah this whale is some dude's pet lol' bit just felt odd. i get that they want to prove the Big Important Name Fella is suuuper important and suuuper strong but c'mon. at least make the space whale a creation that ran rampant or something.

i could've forgiven the space whale shenanigans if we got a nice conversation with childe at the end. how did he feel in the abyss? was he fighting the whale to keep the people of fontaine safe, out of bloodlust, or something in between? what was it like seeing skirk again? how much time felt like it passed when he was in whale abyss prison? does his vision resonate with him properly again?

instead, we just get a few throwaway lines that he's back in snezhnaya healing up. did they run out of budget to book his VA?? i get they have to be selective with lore drops, but there are so many ways around that.

my last major gripe is how they went about furina's character quest. maybe i'm just an oversensitive weenie (i definitely am), but the traveler and flying creature's interactions with furina... i was physically grimacing. how did they seriously think it was a good idea to ask the person who has been tormented by acting for 500 years to give the stage another shot? imo, it would've been fine if they tried that, furina rejected them, and everything played out about the same. but those bits where traveler + the imp kept pressuring furina felt so weeeeeeird. i genuinely didn't want to click the dialogue options. if this was framed differently, that would've also been fine, but it's kinda a 'haha :3 epic paimon says teehee te nandayo reddit gold' light.

tl;dr i liked the overall experience but someone needs to delete paimon from the game + treat their characters as more than a punchline.

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eashmo · 6 months

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-Welcome Home-

Warnings: SMUT and small fluff

A/N: I seriously have so many short stories that I need to finish for Eddie, Billy, and Steve.

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It has been 3 months since I last saw my precious boyfriend. Eddie was on tour with his band Corroded Coffin. After so long, the phone calls just didn't even begin to cut it anymore. I needed him, I craved his kisses and cuddles. He was coming home today, so I decided to give him a surprise welcome home.

I grinned at Eddie as he entered our bedroom, watching him closely as he stood there smirking as i fucked myself with a dildo, and his eyes didn’t move away from it. I brought my other hand down to rub my clit, my fingers gliding over it easily.

“Welcome home, rockstar.” I moaned out.

“You couldn’t have just waited until I got here?” He asked, but he couldn’t even pretend to look disappointed.

“I figured you’d enjoy a surprise,” I breathed heavily. The dildo was a perfect shape and size, hitting my G spot perfectly. It was the same size as him. Which was perfect when we had phone sex. It felt like he was there when he was miles away from me. But I craved the real thing every day.

“Oh trust me, babygirl, I’m enjoying it,” he smirked. He ran a hand over the bulge in his boxers, hearing the pet name made me wetter, biting my lip as I rubbed my clit faster as I pumped the dildo in and out of me. Eddie watched intently, his eyes going darker by the second.

“Feels so good, Eds,” I whimpered.

“I’ll bet it does,” he groaned, taking out his cock from his boxers, jacking himself off to the sight of me “keep going, babygirl”

I did as he told me, and I began to move my wrist fast and bring myself close to the edge. I stopped before I came, not wanting to let go before Eddie got his hands on me. I pulled it out of me slowly, his eyes completely dark when he saw how much it stretched me out as it popped out “I need you baby” I breathed.

He startled me when he roughly grabbed my ankles and pulled me closer to him,

He kisses my lips, moving down to my neck, making me moan. He circles my sensitive clit with his thumb, making me cry out more. I bite his neck firmly, which always drove him crazy. I rake my nails roughly down his back.

“Eddie please” I gasp into his shoulder.

He grabs my hips, and runs the tip of his cock over my soaking core before he roughly shoves himself inside of me, making me cry out loudly. I need him in me. Now. He gives me a second to adjust to his thick member before pulling out and slamming back into me over and over and over. He picks up his pace, leaning over me to rest one hand on the headboard, to use it as leverage. I was not going to last long like this. This man knows exactly how to please me. He knows I love it rough.

“Fuck i’ve missed this pussy…” He growls into my neck. My hands grab a fistful of his hair, making him groan again.

“Eddie…” I whine. I was getting dangerously close, and he knew it.

“Don't you dare...cum…” he warns me. He began thrusting harder, driving me even closer to the edge. I try my best to hold back my quickly approaching orgasm.

“baby...please…”

“Please what?” He says in a low voice, beginning to lose control of his rhythm. He is close, too.

“Please let me cum…” I whine.

He continues his now erratic thrusting, and relentless playing with my oversensitive clit for a moment. “Cum with me, babygirl” He whispers in my ear. I shout his name as I am consumed with wave after wave of pleasure.

“y/n” I hear him groan, finding his own release. His fingers on my hip dig into my flesh, definitely leaving his mark. He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. He slowly drags himself to lay next to me, pulling me with him. I turn to face him and snuggle up to him.

“God, I've missed you y/n…” He says; his voice deep and gravelly.

“I missed you too.” I say, running my hand up, resting it over his heart. “I love you, eds”

“I love you too, baby girl. Also, thank you for the welcome home sex”

“Anytime, baby”

We both laughed as we savored the moment of him finally being back home. Back into my arms.

masterlist

2023

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson rockstar au #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenarios #jospeh quinn

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jpeg-dot-jpeg · 7 months

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JPEG!!!! a tim version of the tumblr famous cat with a key comic?!?! i am SO excited for this omg!!!!

Yes!! It is so much fun to write!! It's inspired by/based off The Witch's Cat, because that is just such a fun premise, but I'm also folding in some other urban fantasy stuff that I'm super excited about.

Just for you (and also because I really want to share more) here's another little snippet <3

With the sandwich halfway to his mouth, Jason froze and looked towards his window to find the cat from before standing there on the ledge. Just…looking at him. “Umm…hi?” he offered. After a moment of deliberation, the cat hopped down from the window ledge. Into his living room. Jason would have been more frustrated by that than he was if the cat had belonged to anyone other than Tim. Tim who he’d known half his life. Tim who broke into his apartment whenever he felt like it. Tim who had a standing invitation to family dinners despite not actually being a member of the Wayne family. The same Tim that Jason was a little bit madly in love with. Knowing Tim, the cat probably had about a dozen incantations placed on it to prevent it from getting lost or hit by a car or decimating local wildlife. That cat probably came into Jason’s apartment because Tim explicitly told it it could. That would be a very Tim thing to do. A complete lack of boundaries was a hallmark of his personality. The cat slunk closer, its footsteps inaudible even to Jason’s oversensitive ears. It leapt onto the arm of the couch, perching there to continue staring at him. At that distance, he could see the coveted key hanging from a black, leather collar, glimmering silver and shorter than his index finger. For a brief, selfish moment, Jason considered lunging for it. One quick move and he could be the champion, the singular suitor given the chance to court Timothy Drake.

(first snippet posted in this ask game)

#bean my beloved #ask #ask answered #snippet #fic update #my fic #fic rec #JayTim

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notinthislife50 · 11 months

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Chapter 3 - Heading home

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During the rest of the filming of season two Jensen felt awkward around you.

Finally, when you were wrapping up for Christmas, Jared asked you were you coming down to Texas for Christmas.

“Of course, I’ve been down the past two years in a row I wouldn’t miss it” you smiled.

As you all drank and partied at the end of the season premiere you saw Jared and Jensen talking in the corner, as you walked over to join your best friends you were stopped by a crew member, but as they talked to you you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation between the boys.

“Why the fuck would you invite her?” Jensen spat.

“Because we have spent the past two years together at Christmas it’s our thing.” Jared argued.

“Well, how am I going to explain that to Amy that the last person she wants at our house for Christmas is going to be there?” He huffed.

“It’s not y/n fault that Amy has some problem with the make-believe non fiction tv show” Jared argued “She should know you’re not a real couple.”

“Don't your fucking dare talk about my wife like that, if she doesn't want y/n there then that’s what she gets it’s her house” he glared at Jared.

You excused yourself from the person you were talking to and made your way back to the apartment heartbroken your best friend hated you.

Jared rang you a few minutes after you had climbed into bed “Where are you? I have been searching for you everywhere.”

“Didn’t feel too good, the endo was playing up so needed a hot water bottle but enjoy yourself and ill see you in the morning” You hung up on him.

While in bed you booked your flights to visit your home town then put your headphones on and reluctantly fell asleep.

The next morning you lightly tapped on Jared’s door,

“Jar can I come in?” you asked.

“Yes of course” he replied.

“You missed a hell of a night “ he smirked “ but I know how painful you can get” he smiled sympathetically.

You thought about the times these men looked after you when you had your flare-ups.

As you sat on his bed you sighed “ I'm not coming with you tomorrow, I'm heading back to your/hometown.

“What? "Jared shot up “You hate it there and you have no one there.”

“I heard the conversation last night I think it’s for the best. I booked my flights last night and clif is picking me up soon. You cried.

“Y/n it’s Christmas“ Jared began.

“I can’t be there even you know I can’t, I’ll see you in a few weeks, I just need time on my own, I'm gonna spend my Christmas getting a massage” you laughed sadly.

As Jared cradled you he ordered, “You better ring me every day.”

“As long as you ring me too” you sniffed.

“oh I will” he promised.

A few hours later Clif picked you up. You always sat up front with him as you loved to talk shit and annoy him. But this time you sat in the back and broke down and cried all the way from your apartment to the airport.

“Can you tell me what going on?” he asked as he stopped the car at the hotel.

“I'm just being oversensitive” You smiled at him before hugging the life out of him” Thanks Clif, love you, see you in a few weeks. Tell that wife of yours to text me.”

“Y/n” he pleaded.

You looked at him and shook your head.

As Jensen walked into the kitchen to make coffee he saw Jared sitting on the sofa.

“Sleeping beauty not up yet” he laugh “Anyone work out where she went?“

“She's away back home “Jared scowled not even looking at Jensen.

“What?” Jensen asked shocked.

“What are you upset? cause she was upset after hearing everything you said about her last night and now is off to spend Christmas in a hotel alone” Jared spat.

While the boys argued, Clif walked through the door shouting,

“What the fuck? I just had y/n in my car crying uncontrollably. What happened?“

Jensen went to his room leaving Jared to explain the situation.

Clif shook his head and stormed out yelling so much for friendship.

#Jared Paladecki #jared supernatural #jared padalecki x reader #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x you #dean winchester supernatural #dean supernatural #Supernatural fanfic #Supernatural smut

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69misato69 · 1 year

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KaveTham / HaiKaveh Valentine Week 2023 ✦ 8 prompts, 10k words in total

archive of our own ✦ twitter

masterlist pinned on my profile !

please keep in mind that i chose all prompts from the NSFW section (@/kavetham_week on twitter) and that i included BOTH dynamics. also, they are trans occasionally, it happens to the best of us. they are always trans guys though, all 8 of these are MLM kaveh and haytham.

prompts chosen

day 1 - thigh riding - haikaveh

day 2 - fingerfucking and kitchen sex - kavetham

day 3 - dirty talk - kavetham (implied)

day 4 - food play - haikaveh (implied)

day 5 - free day, i chose hair pulling - haikaveh

day 6 - overstimulation - kavetham

day 7 - aftercare - kavetham

day 8 - orgasm denial - haikaveh

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

day 1 - thigh riding

“Haytham.”

Kaveh coos, he shifts his weight on the divan with lazy movements, still drowsy from the afternoon nap he had taken, and straddles Alhaitham’s leg.

“Haytham.”

He calls out again, but his roommate doesn’t seem to hear, his eyes remain fixated on the book in his hand.

His headphones are on, and apparently so is noise canceling, even when Kaveh is sleeping. How obnoxious. The frustration alone is enough to fully wake Kaveh up.

“Come on, pay attention to me.” he whines, knowing it's a futile effort, well aware that Alhaitham doesn’t hear a word he’s saying.

The heavy, humid summer heat weighs down on him, creating an utterly undesirable combination with the itching between his legs. The house is so warm that Kaveh walks around in his boxers all season, but Alhaitham is, at least he seems to be, unfazed by it.

He still sits with the usual, long-sleeved top that he always puts on.

The only difference is the dark pair of shorts he’s wearing, Kaveh slides the fabric even higher up to his groin so he can feel him, skin to skin as he settles over Alhaitham’s thigh, making sure his presence makes the weather even more unbearable for him.

Kaveh squeezes his leg in between his soft thighs, moaning at the pressure that forms against his cunt. He feels himself pulsate against Alhaitham’s leg, a wet spot already forming on his boxers.

Though, when Kaveh looks up, he finds his roommate is still preoccupied with the book, uninterested and unbothered by him.

Kaveh lifts his hips and slides his underwear off, one leg at a time.

And when he settles back down—

“Hah…”

He squirms. It’s so delightful, how Alhaitham’s skin is cooler against his, but is no longer dry with the way Kaveh leaks on his thigh. He stays put, taking in the heap of sensations for a few moments before sliding forward.

His cheeks turn red.

Why does it feel so good?

He slides back, lips already cheekily curved up with desire.

Kaveh feels perverted, desperately grinding against Alhaitham’s leg and drawing so much pleasure from it that moans spill uncontrollably from his lips.

He shifts forward slightly, placing pressure on his clit with a whimper. His eyes widen as he repeats the motion, again and again.

Alhaitham’s stoic exterior remains intact despite all of this. Everytime Kaveh pulls away, it elicits a squelch, he’s soaking wet, tearful and oversensitive and Alhaitham doesn’t even look at him.

“You’re missing out on so much by being a stubborn dickhead.” Kaveh scoffs, “I know you’re even wetter than I am.”

He examines Alhaitham’s face, blank, lacking emotion, completely null. Yet, he looks beautiful. His eyes roam the page while his delicate fingers turn it away. Kaveh stares at his hands, imagining them traveling down to his hips and spreading the glistening, dripping wet lips of his cunt before sliding in.

The thought of it makes his legs tremble. He feels dangerously close to a release.

“Fuck—” he sighs, “I guess I shouldn’t.”

“You absolutely should.” Alhaitham breaks his silence.

Kaveh panics, his body jolts up with surprise.

“Huh? You can hear me?!”

Alhaitham turns the page, “Why would I turn on noise canceling when you’re asleep?” he asks as if he hasn’t been purposefully leading Kaveh to think that way the entire time.

Kaveh gasps, “You—you piece of shit.”

“Go ahead. Finish.”

“I won’t. I’d rather go fuck myself.” Kaveh hisses and attempts to get up, but Alhaitham holds him in place by the waist with his unoccupied hand. His fingers brush against Kaveh’s ribs and caress his hips.

Alhaitham closes the book and sets it aside, “Finish, Kaveh. I’ll help you out with the second one.”

Kaveh’s eyes widen, “Help me out with what now?”

Alhaitham’s other hand begins to slither over him as well, pulling him close. Not too tight, not too loose. A grip as possessive yet comfortable as always. He finally locks eyes with Kaveh, “Your second one.” he restates and slides him away, only to pull him back again, so close that their lips almost touch.

“And then a third, and maybe a fourth.” Alhaitham finds joy in Kaveh’s stunned expression. He presses a kiss on his lips.

Kaveh’s heart skips a beat, he wraps his arms around his roommate’s neck, arching his back even more to accommodate how Alhaitham sinks him lower and fucks him on his leg.

“Is that up to your standards?” he inquires with a voice far softer, knowing how it tickles his roommate’s insides deliciously.

Kaveh moans needily, he lets his forehead fall on Alhaitham’s shoulder and allows him to handle him. Alhaitham holds his molten body in his grasp, he makes Kaveh fall apart, yet also pulls him back together with every slide.

Kaveh’s teeth lightly sink into his neck as he releases shakily, his hips spasm and release, leaving him in a state of relaxation. Alhaitham’s fingers entangle themselves in his golden locks, leaving soothing touches all over his back.

Kaveh lets out a deep exhale as Alhaitham carries him inside to their bedroom and lays him down on the sheets.

He spreads Kaveh’s legs and leans forward, leaving a trail of kisses from his chest all the way down to his groin. Alhaitham drinks up the mesmerizing sight that lays under him, the most beautiful man in Sumeru squirming with rosy cheeks and needy whimpers, yearning for the sweet and addictive touch of his roommate.

“Now…” his warm breath hovers over Kaveh’s sensitive, swollen clit, “...as I promised.”

day 2 - fingerfucking and kitchen sex

Kaveh sighed. He lightly dropped his pencil on the kitchen table and rubbed his temples in desperation. The plan in front of him almost looked sad to be given up on. It was a hopeless case, wheels turned inside Kaveh’s mind as noises from the counter filled the kitchen.

“No luck?” Alhaitham asked without looking away from the vegetables he was slicing on the wooden cutting board. Kaveh crumpled up the paper into a ball and tossed it away in the trash can beside him as it bordered on overflowing.

“Not really.” he scoffed and turned away to crack his spine and stretch his arms, catching a glimpse of the kitchen clearly for the first time in the past three hours. Neatly prepared ingredients were laid out over the counter next to a flask of oil and cut up bundles of raw chicken.

But what caught Kaveh’s attention was Alhaitham.

Bent over the counter, patiently waiting by the stove for the water to boil as he hummed softly.

He leaned on his elbows, occasionally swaying left and right lightly with the front parts of his hair pinned up by crimson hair clips.

Kaveh picked his jaw off the floor. It was rare to see Alhaitham so comfortable even within the confines of his own home. He wouldn’t slouch or lean, hum a tune to pass the time, put his hair up or walk around in baggy clothes. Kaveh was the only person that had the privilege of seeing him like this, and at the moment, he was unable to take his eyes off of Alhaitham.

He moved away from the table, gently wrapping his arms around the scribe’s waist.

“You okay?” Kaveh asked in slight embarrassment, worried that he had been neglecting him for too long. But Alhaitham didn’t seem to have a problem with it, he raised his face up and back towards Kaveh, eyes closing as his roommate pressed a kiss onto his bare forehead.

He didn’t mind staying apart, minding their own business even when they were in the same room.

“Yes, just my back. I’m alright.” Alhaitham eased his worries.

Kaveh pulled away, sliding his hand inside the scribe’s shirt as his fingers moved up and drew circles along his spine. Alhaitham hissed, feeling solid knots underneath Kaveh’s fingertips that began to unravel slowly.

Kaveh pressed his lips right behind his ear, continuing to massage his back, waist and shoulders.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t been helping out lately.” he cooed. Alhaitham’s head was hanging forward, sighs of relaxation escaped his lips and Kaveh’s worry was the last thing on his mind.

“You’re—busy. I don’t mind, Kaveh.”

He nuzzled his nose in Alhaitham’s nape, taking in his scent that was now mixed with the smell of spices overtaking the room. “I know you don’t.” Kaveh’s fingers traveled down to his lower back, clutching his waist with both hands and massaging the tense muscles with his thumbs.

“But, I should take better care of you.”

Kaveh’s voice rang in his sensitive ears, lighting a fire in his stomach. Even after years of living together, Alhaitham still couldn’t get used to how it felt being cared for by Kaveh. He had been self-reliant since he was young, able to satisfy his physical and intellectual needs to a great extent without the help of others.

He certainly didn’t need anything from anyone, but being coddled by Kaveh, cared for and loved by the only person Alhaitham felt addicted to, though he didn’t like admitting to it, had become a need.

As Kaveh’s slender fingers worked their way through the tense spots all over the scribe’s body, his lips left a bundle of kisses along his shoulders. Alhaitham grew weaker and weaker within his grasp, sinking deeper on his elbows and pushing up into Kaveh’s hips involuntarily.

Kaveh raised one hand to straighten Alhaitham’s neck and tilt his chin towards the side. He finally got a good look at his hair, pinned up rather sloppily towards the top of his head.

“Are those mine?” he asked with a smile.

Alhaitham brushed his nose against Kaveh’s, “Maybe.”

Their lips met with a strange sense of yearning that lingered between them. Alhaitham licked into his mouth needily, but Kaveh pulled away. He was desperate to see more, to look at his pretty face and gaze into his eyes. He cupped Alhaitham’s cheek lovingly and peppered kisses along his cheeks, his forehead and his nose as the scribe looked up, almost mesmerized.

Kaveh’s hand slid down, all the way to his stomach and hovered over his crotch. Alhaitham shuddered, he instinctively looked over to the stove.

“It’ll take a while.” Kaveh chuckled, “I can help you pass the time, if you’d like?”

Alhaitham uttered the oddest possible answer to his question.

“This is very unsanitary.”

Yet, his body language suggested otherwise. He was heating up under Kaveh, grinding between him and the counter.

“I’ll clean up.” Kaveh spoke hoarsely, impatient, and slipped his hand inside his pants. Alhaitham was already dripping in his underwear, his clit throbbed with anticipation as Kaveh’s fingers lapped over it, drawing small circles with two digits.

Alhaitham moaned over his lips with a lustful gaze, crumbling under Kaveh’s touch but refusing to look away. He clutched the counter tight, fighting the urge to rock back into Kaveh’s erection even when his thighs trembled for more.

He spread his legs to the best of his ability and allowed Kaveh to slide one finger in. The expression on his face was priceless, weak yet demanding, happily giving up control.

“Don’t look away.” Kaveh placed his unoccupied hand over Alhaitham’s and pressed it into the marble, “You look beautiful.”

A whimper he failed to muffle escaped into the air and painted a grin over Kaveh’s lips.

“Be grateful that this project is taking so long, or I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” he added a second finger and Alhaitham’s eyes widened at the stretch.

“Finish it sooner, then.” he said breathily, feeling his heart sink down while Kaveh reached back into his soft spot and pushed in and out continuously, eliciting lewd noises with every flick of his wrist.

“You’re bold as always, Haytham.” Kaveh chuckled. He abruptly retracted his fingers.

“Unfortunately for you, the water’s already boiling.”

Alhaitham looked over the stove to notice bubbles rising to the surface of the pot. He felt depraved at the loss, hollow inside, pent-up and frustrated. He swiftly reached and turned the heat off.

The sizzle continued, losing its intensity, and eventually quieted down.

“No it’s not.” he stated.

Kaveh’s hands were still wrapped around him, grabbing at his hips and squeezing the insides of his thighs.

“I stand corrected.” he smirked, quickly stuffing Alhaitham once again and attaining a faster pace. He dug all the way inside and drove his roommate even messier than before until he was unable to speak coherently.

With a third finger, Alhaitham collapsed down on the counter, he rested his cheek on the cold, harsh stone as his cunt coated Kaveh’s fingers generously.

Kaveh leaned over him, never failing to run his tongue along every exposed spot on Alhaitham’s neck and angling his wrist upward no matter how close they stood to each other.

Alhaitham no longer worried about his movements as he desperately pushed himself onto Kaveh’s dick, begging without words, pleading for more only with mewls and whimpers.

Kaveh felt his hips contract under him, he picked up the pace, working his roommate out until he reached his climax with a raspy moan.

Alhaitham was letting out short, sharp exhales when he felt fluid seep out of him. Kaveh let himself weigh down on him over the counter, taking out his fingers and pushing them into his own mouth.

Alhaitham’s eyes closed, all he could feel was Kaveh licking his fingers clean and his cock pushing in between his thighs.

“Do you still have concerns about hygiene?” Kaveh jested as he unzipped his pants and let them pool around his ankles.

Alhaitham spread his legs even further and settled comfortably on the surface, “We’ll worry about it later.”

day 3 - dirty talk

"Care for a refill?" the waiter chirped. The tavern was awfully crowded for a weekday evening. Luckily, Alhaitham could get a table towards the corner, the location strategically shielding at least some of the noise raising from the bustling crowd. He handed his glass over with a nod.

Kaveh rolled his eyes as he stared at the empty glass in front of him. He rested his head on the scribe's shoulder in exhaustion. “Let’s—hicc—go home… Hmm?” he slurred.

“Why? I’m enjoying myself.”

“You never enjoy yourself.”

The waiter returned with a full glass, laying it down and swiftly returning to serve the other customers.

“That’s entirely untrue.” Alhaitham stated blankly.

Kaveh leaned off again, turning his face towards Alhaitham with a sly expression, “Well then, you can enjoy yourself at home too.”

“Please do not elaborate.” Alhaitham raised the glass to his lips. Kaveh was banned from having any more wine for the night. He licked his lips hungrily, failing to distinguish whether it was the wine or the man sipping it that he desired.

“Why not? Would it be bad if we returned? It would be a lot more comfortable, we could lay down. I could...kiss you all over. It's surely an upgrade from this wooden bench.” he kept provoking.

Alhaitham's body tensed up, unrecognizable to anyone but the one person that could read his physical cues perfectly no matter how much he hid them.

“I guess that answers my question." Kaveh smirked, "You look uncomfortable in those tight clothes."

Alhaitham pulled himself together before taking another sip, “I’m not solely an object of your desire, you know.” he quipped.

“Yes you are.” Kaveh said bluntly. Alhaitham's brows raised.

“You don’t get to say that after begging me to cum inside you every night.”

The scribe’s eyes widened, he almost choked on the wine he was attempting to swallow, gulping audibly as he fought to push it down. Kaveh leaned into his ear, turning his voice more hoarse to imitate Alhaitham.

“Kaveh—don’t pull out… Kaveh, please… Breed me, Kaveh—ahh—I need you.” he whimpered, eventually bursting into laughter.

“Shut up, I don’t talk like that.”

“Oh, but you do.” Kaveh wrapped himself around his arm, “Not that I dislike it.”

“It's cute when you’re needy and desperate like that.” He slid his hand down, trailing his fingers lightly over Alhaitham's thigh, occasionally looking around, testing those around them and making sure there's no attention drawn towards their table.

“Poor Haytham, so grumpy when no one is filling him up...” Kaveh purred close to his ear, sending a tingle down his spine as Alhaitham's legs jolted.

“Can’t even go to sleep…”

Alhaitham dug his nails into his own skin.

“...without a cock between his thighs. Isn’t that right, Sir Grand Sage?"

He didn't need the earphones wrapped around his neck anymore, the noise around was already becoming muffled as Alhaitham attempted to maintain composure. It was unfortunate that he was right, and the amount of times that Kaveh put him to sleep by stuffing him inches deep was embarrassing.

Kaveh was daring, blunt and bold, even more so when he was intoxicated, to the extent that Alhaitham would find his mind drifting off during the day to obscenities Kaveh whispered into his ear late at night.

“You’re too drunk to be right.” he finally spat out.

“Then why are you blushing?” Kaveh reached from behind him and tangled his fingers along Alhaitham's hair.

“I’m not.” he said confidently, fully aware that his cheeks were heating up, hoping that Kaveh couldn't see it under the dim lighting of the tavern but was only taking a guess.

Kaveh hummed, he examined every line and curve on the scribe's face as he refused to look at Kaveh.

Looking at him would break Alhaitham.

He felt a drop of sweat trickle down from his forehead.

“It’s okay to admit to your needs, Haytham.” Kaveh's hand moved up from his leg and over to his crotch, “Don’t mind me joking, I don’t think twice before gladly making a mess out of you.”

He was glad to feel an erection form between his legs, sliding his fingers over the fabric. “Because, you see, I need it as much as you do.”

Kaveh brushed his nose against Alhaitham’s neck, strategically, finding the perfect moment to do so and pressed a quick yet deep kiss on his blushing skin, “I need you to feel good… Someone should take care of the most important man in Sumeru.”

Alhaitham’s gaze fell to his lap, watching Kaveh’s fingers slither all over him when he tugged on the back of his hair harshly.

“Ah, we wouldn’t want to alarm anyone, would we, Haytham?” Kaveh smiled innocently, refusing to loosen his grip on the scribe’s soft, gray locks.

"You might be fooling everyone else with the smart-ass bullshit, but I know that there’s only one thing that’s constantly on your mind.” Kaveh was vicious, hanging onto Alhaitham as tears pooled around his eyes. If he attempted to speak, the only thing that would escape him would be needy cries.

“I know it eats away at your brain. I can even taste it on you when you return home." Kaveh’s motions accelerated, rubbing Alhaitham’s cock harder and faster over his pants.

Alhaitham wished he had said yes to his offer earlier, he wished they were home, where he didn’t have to bite the insides of his cheeks to stay quiet.

"Maybe it’s easy to forget about it for a while sometimes, but as soon as it reminds itself…" Kaveh pressed his palm on his base and slid forward all the way where his tip was squeezed against, "I imagine it would be like…an itch you have to scratch.”

"Kaveh—"

The crack in his voice was delicious to Kaveh, he sounded broken already.

“You’re gonna cream your pants in the middle of the tavern? I’m not even touching you.”

Alhaitham was gripping the seat below him so tightly, enough to turn his knuckles white and send an ache stinging into his wrists.

“Let’s go home, and I’ll give you what you need, generously.” Kaveh offered for the final time. Alhaitham didn’t know whether he had it in him to get up. He nodded to the best of his ability with his strained neck.

Kaveh slowly retracted his hands with a satisfied, triumphant smile.

“Good. Go pick up the tab.”

day 4 - food play

“We still have leftovers?” Alhaitham questioned his roommate holding the plate. The cake wasn’t as shapely and beautiful as it was two days ago on the scribe’s birthday celebration, but the strong, alluring scent of vanilla still lingered in the air when Kaveh sat down next to him with the final portion of it.

“It’s the only good thing to ever come out of your birthday.” Kaveh sighed.

“I—”

Alhaitham wanted to snap back out of habit, soon realizing that it truly was the only significant thing about the anniversary of his birth, “I agree, actually.”

Kaveh leaned into the plate on his lap for a sniff, making an obnoxious sound as if he hadn't praised Nilou all night for her baking skills already.

“Nilou is an angel. I would never go through all this trouble for you.”

“Your loving words never fail to warm my heart.” Alhaitham jested blankly without looking away from the page.

“You know what I mean.” Kaveh dipped his index finger in the icing, “You don’t like birthdays, after all.”

“That is true. But at least we have cake.”

“Mhmm.”

Alhaitham turned towards him when he noticed the muffled hum of agreement, and found Kaveh licking it off his finger.

“Do you want some?” Kaveh took another drag and extended his hand to Alhaitham's mouth.

“No.”

“Suit yourself.”

Alhaitham returned to his book, usually it was hard to distract him, even for those who knew how to push his buttons. But somehow, compared to all the times Kaveh purposefully did his absolute worst to ruin his state of concentration, this time it was actually working. Without him even trying to do so.

He was minding his own business, taking small bites off the cake with a fork and shoving the icing into his mouth with his finger. It was always enjoyable to watch Kaveh eat, with his weird antics about the use of utensils and how he focused so much on his plate that even if the world was going up in flames, he wouldn’t notice until after the meal was swept off his plate.

Only this time, he could feel Alhaitham’s piercing gaze hovering over him. Kaveh hadn’t heard him turn a page for a while, and from the corner of his eye he could see the scribe facing him.

“Something wrong?” Kaveh turned to him.

Alhaitham’s mouth parted, but the words didn’t follow, it was also rare for him to start speaking without carefully calculating what he was going to say.

“It’s…all over your face.” he finally stated.

Kaveh with white cream all over his face, Alhaitham was certainly familiar with the sight, rather fond of it actually.

“Huh?”

Alhaitham leaned in without a word, scooping the remains on the sides of his mouth with his tongue while avoiding his lips.

“You said you didn’t want any.” Kaveh grinned.

Alhaitham cupped his cheek with a softer gaze, he brushed away the golden locks falling upon his face, “Yes. Regarding the cake.”

Kaveh hummed, “So how about now, then?”, he dipped his finger in the icing again, smearing it on his tongue and sticking it out for him to see.

Alhaitham didn’t think twice before gladly taking the bait. He gently sucked on Kaveh’s tongue, for long after he had already swallowed the icing. Kaveh tasted as sweet as always, with or without the sugar, inviting and warm, cunning yet oblivious.

Alhaitham pulled away, having left both of them breathless.

“Can’t believe you fell for it.” Kaveh sighed with glossy eyes.

Alhaitham smirked, “It’s hardly my fault that you have the dining skills of a toddler.”

“Hey! It’s fun to eat it with your fingers, you joyless toad.”

Alhaitham was flabbergasted at the insult. Joyless? Sure, expected. Kaveh uttered words along the same line towards him whenever they had a disagreement, but ‘toad’ was definitely a new and interesting addition.

“Toad? Wouldn’t kissing you turn me into a prince, then?”

“No. You’re not a magical toad. You’re a—uhh—normal toad. Also, that’s a frog. Read some stories instead of your usual boring bullshit some time.” Kaveh said, confident that it was a perfectly normal thing to say and not insane rambling.

“As articulate as always.” Alhaitham set his book aside with a mocking tone.

“Shut up and let me enjoy my cake in peace.”

Kaveh turned to his lap again and picked up the plate, readying his hands when Alhaitham intruded on him again.

“I’ll give you something else to suck on.”

Kaveh turned away so fast that his neck cracked.

“You have my undivided attention.” he finished licking his fingers clean, trying to make out whether he was serious or just playing around.

Alhaitham chuckled, he patted the edge of his seat, “Come here.”

Kaveh was still suspicious, trying not to embarrass himself on the slim chance that the scribe was setting him up. Regardless, he still settled on the floor between his legs. He put his palms on top of Alhaitham’s thighs and rose on them to examine his face closely.

He had a serious yet affectionate expression that turned Kaveh’s cheeks rosy right before Alhaitham began to pepper kisses all over them.

Kaveh deemed it appropriate to unbuckle his belt and slide his hand inside the scribe’s pants while his kisses turned sloppier, he licked into Kaveh’s mouth passionately as nimble fingers wrapped around his cock.

Kaveh left slow strokes all over, teasing the slit over his tip with his thumb and pressing down as his roommate moaned into his mouth. The plate was set aside on the table, unattended, ignored. There was something else that Kaveh couldn’t wait to get a taste of.

His lips traveled down, pressing onto Alhaitham’s groin, then trailing to the tip of his cock.

He dragged his tongue all the way down to the base as Alhaitham’s legs jolted under his palms.

Kaveh smirked before moving up again, swirling his tongue all over and wrapping his lips around to feel his roommate get harder and harder inside his mouth.

It was rare for Alhaitham to get worked up so easily, usually Kaveh would be the one losing control early on, and the scribe would always make sure to make the wait as unbearable as he possibly could.

Only this time, Alhaitham was the overly forward one, impatient and reactive, sensitive to Kaveh’s touch. His head was leaning back, eyes closed and fingers gripping the furniture he was sitting on.

Kaveh inspected the state he was in, so blissful and euphoric that it made him painfully hard as well. Alhaitham’s back arched when Kaveh pushed the tip down his throat, squeezing with a loud gulp that almost sent him over the edge.

Kaveh reached inside his pants, stroking his cock that was begging for attention and losing his balance momentarily.

“Keep going.” Alhaitham pleaded when his movements slowed down. Kaveh stabilized himself by holding onto the foot of the table as the plate clanked with the impact.

And it finally dawned on him.

How Alhaitham watched him devour the cake and stared at his lips smeared in vanilla frosting before sticking his tongue deep inside Kaveh’s mouth.

He let out a muffled sound and tugged on the scribe’s shirt.

“Hm?” Alhaitham’s eyes fluttered open, he looked down at Kaveh pointing to his cheek.

“On your face?”

Kaveh nodded and made an affirming sound.

Alhaitham leaned forward, grabbing the front part of his hair, “Gladly.” he cooed.

Kaveh loosened his jaw, allowing Alhaitham to slide him back and forth as he pleased, moaning with his lips stretched everytime the tip knocked against the back of his throat while Alhaitham fucked his mouth.

And he never looked away. Not even for a second did he stop staring up daringly until Alhaitham hissed—

“Close your eyes.”

Kaveh protested, his brows furrowed at the thought of closing his eyes. He wanted to see Alhaitham, and to see his expression while he painted Kaveh’s face white.

A set of noises left his lips that roughly translated to ‘Aim properly, then.’

Alhaitham didn’t have much of a choice as he held himself to the best of his ability. Eventually he slid out and pulled Kaveh closer by his hair, giving himself a few, final, harsh tugs before releasing all over his cheeks and lips.

He moaned and exhaled sharply and shakily. Kaveh drew more and more pleasure just by watching his face turn redder as a thin coat settled over his skin.

Kaveh licked away the last drop off his tip, eliciting a sensitive groan. Alhaitham released his hair, instead holding his chin and turning it to the side slightly to examine the sight sitting in front of him.

Kaveh’s face glistened, a stream of his own spit mixed with Alhaitham’s cum almost rolled down his chin as he caught it with his finger and licked it off, a lot more slowly and passionately than he did with the cake, letting out lewd sounds at the bitter taste he couldn’t get enough of.

Alhaitham’s fingers brushed through his hair as Kaveh kept going, wiping his face clean without letting a single drop go to waste. He rested his face on Alhaitham’s thigh in bliss like a lazy cat and looked up, “Clean?”

Alhaitham leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead, “Quite the opposite.”

day 5 - free (hair-pulling)

Alhaitham buries his head in Kaveh's nape. He nuzzles against the beautiful, golden strands that drape over his shoulders.

Kaveh looks beautiful, like a lion with his fluffy mane, all the colors around them reflecting off of the alluring, blonde locks that gently sway back and forth with every thrust Alhaitham initiates.

He loves holding Kaveh, late at night and burying his head in his hair to take in the dizzying smell of padisarahs, entangling his fingers within it, placing the crimson clips over Kaveh's hair neatly every morning and taking them off when he returns home.

Alhaitham pets and cleans it, puts it in ponytails and braids, fancy up-dos for important events, he wakes up lazily when a few loose strands tickle him on the nose and brushes them away from Kaveh's pretty face.

But, even for Alhaitham, there are some things he never thought of trying before. And he looks forward to doing so in about a minute.

Kaveh is under him on the bed on all fours, gripping at the sheets and arching his waist down every time he feels Alhaitham push back into him.

He's all stretched out, bare shoulders and back covered in marks left by Alhaitham, legs trembling so badly that the support of his roommate on his waist is necessary so that he doesn't collapse on the bed.

And his voice.

Soft and needy, with silent cries and desperate moans. Crying over Alhaitham's cock, crying for him. Crying because he needs more, as if he can handle what he has now.

His voice, the thing that weakens Alhaitham the most. Sounds so lewd that it causes him to stop himself mid-orgasm at least a few times every time they fuck.

A few drops that seep prematurely into Kaveh as Alhaitham holds himself off, but Kaveh is already more than ready for it.

Yes, Haytham he pleads every time. Come on, don't hold it off. Alhaitham has to, at least for a little bit longer. Fill me up, Haytham. Breed me. Make me yours, won't you?

And it usually works like a charm. Kaveh works him out expertly even with his arms and legs tied, even if his face is muffled against a pillow.

As long as he can move at least a single muscle, he has the power to lead the scribe into total submission. It baffles Alhaitham, being dominated by a man impaled on his cock, a man that squirms and moans for him. Yet Kaveh plays him like a fiddle, he leads Alhaitham until he gets it his way, breaks the scribe until he is nothing but a servant to him, a worshipper, an obedient caretaker.

Give me what I deserve, Haytham. Am I not so perfect for you?

He always is. Always so tight, warm and inviting. He sucks Alhaitham in and slithers over him like a snake, writhing at the waist, squirming all over the sheets, teasing his own nipples and grinding into Alhaitham with his hair scattered all over the pillow.

His hair.

Alhaitham reaches to grab a handful. He first brushes through it, gathering a bunch and wrapping it around his fist.

Kaveh faces down, he isn't able to hold his neck in place any longer. Though he is certainly intrigued as slender fingers land on his hair.

Alhaitham tugs on it lightly.

No response.

He tries again, this time a little harsher.

Kaveh's rhythmic breathing continues.

Alhaitham adjusts his grip, and yanks his hair back roughly.

And he finally hears something. A faint—

Mmh…

A fond noise.

Alhaitham repeats the motion and receives a similar response.

"No need to be so gentle, Haytham." Kaveh pushes his ass even deeper into his hips, "Do your worst." he hisses.

Alhaitham feels a spark in his lower abdomen as his heart sinks down. He looks down at Kaveh's body with a feral gaze.

And he yanks on his hair. Over and over again, mercilessly, viciously, pulling him back with every thrust as Kaveh cries out, he whimpers and screams, body overflowing with lust.

Alhaitham raises the hand on Kaveh's waist and opens his palm. A viridescent, small and reflective object appears out of thin air.

A mirror.

It hovers in his palm before he sends it forward. The mirror lands right before Kaveh's face and expands.

Alhaitham is struck by the sight of Kaveh drooling with an open mouth, tongue sticking over his lips and cheeks red and puffy from crying.

No matter how demolished he feels, Kaveh still raises his gaze to meet eyes with Alhaitham in the mirror he manifested before them.

"Ah, you wanna see how you ruined me?" Kaveh asks with a mischievous grin, but Alhaitham is speechless. He keeps railing Kaveh with a blank expression, focused on his face.

Kaveh raises one hand, trembling, to wipe the tears off his face. "You missed the first two but…" his fingers wrap around his cock, "...you can watch me cum a third time." Alhaitham wants to speak, he wants to beg him to cum so he can see, but the words simply refuse to leave his throat.

Kaveh leans into the mirror, "Treating me so well… Such a good boy." he presses his lips over the smooth surface.

Alhaitham can swear that he feels the kiss on his cheek. Kaveh's lips leave a steamy spot, a wet mark on the light mirror.

He enjoys leaving Alhaitham speechless, rendering him silent though he never shuts up in daily life whenever they have a disagreement.

"Talk to me, Haytham."

It comes off as a firm request, borderline an order, but Kaveh needs to make sure he's okay.

Alhaitham finally snaps back and shakes his head left and right lightly. "Yes—I'm sorry." he leans forward, pressing wet kisses along Kaveh's spine while squeezing him even closer by the waist.

Kaveh moans blissfully, their gazes occasionally meeting in the mirror whenever Alhaitham looks up.

"No need to apologize." Kaveh speaks into the mirror as if it's the real thing and not a reflection, "You discovered something new, I understand the fixation."

His words are understanding but his tone is demeaning, it humiliates Alhaitham, points out how incompetent he is that he always needs a nudge from Kaveh to function properly when they're intimate. How he needs Kaveh to order him around and ask him if he's alright, tell him to pull himself together even if it's the exact opposite outside of their bedroom. Alhaitham can't help but get flustered as he feels himself draw near.

"Can I cum, please?" he asks, knowing the answer is always yes. Kaveh isn't the kind to deprave him of anything, generous and sympathetic.

"Of course, go ahead." he purrs.

Alhaitham grunts as his voice vibrates his skull and shoots directly into his cock. He hovers over Kaveh and pulls him back, all the way so he faces up looking at Alhaitham. He cries out in pain, pupils rolling back to the back of his head in agony and pleasure as he releases a third time all over the sheets with a jolt.

"Haytham—" his voice cracks while tears stream down, and it tips Alhaitham off the edge, he thrusts in deep for a final time, trembling with the impact of a shaky orgasm. He fills up Kaveh until his cum drips down his thighs while he moans at the warmth.

Alhaitham gently releases his hair, holding him by the throat so his head doesn't fall off. Kaveh's breaths remain unsteady, his mind is at a blank when Alhaitham moves him down to sit on his knees. A sharp wave of pain ripples through his wrists and his neck. Kaveh feels arms wrap around him, Alhaitham sits right behind, cuddling his beloved and peppering kisses all over his shoulders. The mirror dissipates into thin air.

day 6 - overstimulation

“I told you not to touch yourself, didn’t I?” Kaveh looks down at Alhaitham in mild annoyance.

It’s true, he has warned the scribe a handful of times already. Regardless, Alhaitham’s fingers kept running along his own body, twisting his own nipples, cupping his breasts, even lapping over his clit daringly.

It ruins Kaveh’s fun, his plans to slowly work Alhaitham out and watch him grow needier by the minute. He enjoys sliding two fingers in, the stretch and his slow movements far from satisfactory, and chuckling at Alhaitham who always attempts to grind down or take the matters into his own hands.

But the scribe looks even more impatient than usual, so he has no choice but to disregard Kaveh’s warnings, simply because he is physically unable to resist the temptation.

Luckily, Kaveh is never out of options. He pulls out his fingers entirely, taking away the already underwhelming amount of stimulation and causing Alhaitham to whine in protest.

He reaches for the drawer, taking out a bundle of rope with a sinister expression.

“Can’t you ever listen to me so we can fuck like normal people?”

Alhaitham’s eyes widen as the soft material wraps around his wrists, tying them together above his head.

“Answer me, Haytham.”

Kaveh sounds firm, demanding. At times like these he realizes how much he has spoilt Alhaitham, to the extent that even this stoic man acts immaturely and lacks self-control when they’re intimate.

“Okay, well if you’re not gonna talk.”

Kaveh reaches for a green, thick kerchief and swiftly circles it around his head, gagging his mouth while the scribe protests with muffled sounds.

“Ah, too late. Should’ve spoken when you had the chance.” Kaveh seems pleased with the arrangement. His fingers spread Alhaitham’s lips once again, grazing over his glistening slit.

“It’s a lot better when you shut up.” Kaveh slides one finger in and leans down, “Just lay there looking handsome as always.”

Alhaitham’s toes curl at how Kaveh’s tongue circles over his clit, he thrusts in and out with his fingers, sucking on the hardened, swollen bundle of nerves right above his quivering hole. Alhaitham gives in, he grinds himself into Kaveh’s mouth but is met with a quick, harsh bite on his inner thigh.

His screams escape onto the cloth as Kaveh returns to hover over his cunt.

“I don’t know what makes you so disobedient.” he leaves a long lick and a gentle suck while watching Alhaitham struggle.

“You think you’re entitled to this for some reason.” Kaveh digs his fingers deep and rough, forcing out the second orgasm of the night so far, “Well, you’re not.”

Alhaitham squirms at how his breath warms up his soaking wet core, words humiliating in all the right ways. “You can only deserve it.” Kaveh continues, “But since you apparently find my performance so underwhelming that you have to play with yourself…”

A sinister spark emits from his eyes.

“Why don’t we test out how many times you can cum before you pass out?”

Alhaitham’s eyes widen, he feels sore and numb just by the thought of it, though also, inevitably intrigued.

Kaveh retracts his hand, leaving the scribe trembling during his fall from grace. He settles on top of Alhaitham and straddles his hips, placing his hand on his chin to simulate a state of deep thought, “Let’s see, that’s two already. I place my bet for… Hmm… About fifteen times. Seems reasonable.”

Alhaitham is petrified by the calculation and excited by Kaveh’s tip teasing his entrance. “That means you’d have to take… thirteen more.” Kaveh presses a kiss on his shoulder, “Unless, of course, it knocks you out before that.”

Alhaitham fails to describe what he feels at the moment. He crumbles under Kaveh’s gaze, a cunning grin that gives him the chills and simultaneously, leads him to leak over the sheets in desperation.

Kaveh chuckles at his expression, “Don’t look so anxious now. You couldn’t wait to cum just five minutes ago.”

He lusts over Alhaitham and the idea of teaching him a lesson.

After a few moments of silence, Alhaitham blinks, he squints his eyes a single time. It’s a yes, a go ahead between them compared to the multiple blinks that mean stop. Kaveh smiles at the cooperation as he pushes into Alhaitham.

And he stays faithful to his experiment.

He works tirelessly, until Alhaitham cums all over his cock and squeezes him so tight every single time that Kaveh bites on his lower lip harsh enough to draw blood, fighting back his own release.

Five.

Until Alhaitham unravels over his lips, Kaveh eats him out with sheer fluid dripping down his chin, devouring every last drop.

Eight.

Until his fingertips turn pale from being stuffed deep inside his beloved roommate for too long.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen… and fourteen.

Eventually, Alhaitham drives near the fifteenth. The most he had ever orgasmed in one day. The most overwhelming sensation he had ever felt in his entire life. Sensitive, swollen and vulnerable. He trembles with pleasure, and sobs with sheer lust.

“One more.” he faintly hears Kaveh’s voice and squeezes his hips with his legs, with everything he’s got, the last ounce of his strength.

He can’t.

He can’t possibly take one more.

“Yes you can.” Kaveh says nonchalantly as if he can read the scribe’s mind. Alhaitham keeps squeezing him in, so hard even when he’s exhausted that it prevents Kaveh from moving.

“Behave, Haytham. My patience is running out.” he hisses. Alhaitham knows how to stop Kaveh, and it certainly isn’t by immobilizing him. It fills Kaveh with rage, how he still manages to play with him even on the verge of fainting.

Alhaitham’s wrists get shoved against the pillow with a tight grip and an angry growl.

“Brat.”

Kaveh looks vicious, he begins to slam even harder into Alhaitham, thinking that he overrid the strong legs wrapped around his waist. It takes him a few more thrusts to realize how they aren’t even wrapped around him anymore.

Instead, Alhaitham lays under him obediently, still twitching but no longer struggling. He doesn’t attempt to free his wrists or pull Kaveh in. He just—

Takes it.

He nuzzles against Kaveh’s chest, as if someone had replaced him with a clone within the span of a minute.

Kaveh scoffs.

“Only good when you want to be.”

Alhaitham gives a weak nod, Kaveh knows that if he could move his mouth, there’d be a sly grin on his face. He reaches behind to undo the knot and set the piece of cloth aside.

It’s a surrender, a failed lesson. Yet, the first word that leaves Alhaitham’s mouth is—

“Kaveh…”

Broken and needy, but still unyielding in his own way.

“It—h—hurts…” he states, not in protest, but with gratitude and a blissful expression.

Thank you, for making it hurt. Just the way I like it.

Kaveh is constantly reminded of the hold Alhaitham has on him, because even hearing how sweet he sounds is enough to warm his heart. “I know.” he coos sympathetically. It all goes out the window, how he acts like a spoiled brat, how he pushes Kaveh’s buttons just to have it his way.��

Kaveh can call him out for all of those, work him out until the morning if he wants to. But instead he cups Alhaitham’s cheek lovingly and presses a kiss on his lips.

“You’re doing so well. I’m proud of you.”

Alhaitham’s lips quiver as he feels himself lose control for real this time. Consciousness slips away from his grasp, only Kaveh remains in his vision.

“One last time, Haytham. Can you do that for me?”

Alhaitham fights to keep his eyelids open, “Together…” he mumbles.

“Yes." Kaveh holds him close to his chest, "Together, my love.”

day 7 - aftercare

Kaveh’s eyes shut off tight with the orgasm that ripples through his body. He hisses, under what feels like a lightning bolt traveling down his spine. When he finally musters up the strength to open his eyes, he finds Alhaitham looking up at him, almost as if he’s mesmerized, he appears stunned and speechless.

Uneven breaths from each of them meet in the space between. Kaveh reaches up, with shaky hands he loosens the tight knots around Alhaitham’s wrists as they fall on the sides of his head with a graceful thud.

Only then, Kaveh realizes his cheeks are as damp as the man laying under him. He feels no clogging in his nose or burning in his eyes, concluding them to be tears of pleasure, likely from only a few minutes ago.

His arms feel on the verge of collapsing, wrists still carrying his entire body weight. Still sucked in by Alhaitham’s walls, he feels himself go softer and lightly slides his hips back. The scribe moans as they both stare down and watch white liquid seep out.

Alhaitham raises his hand, though he’s unable to control the shakiness, he still pushes through to lower Kaveh’s head. With that, Kaveh settles over him, his face buried in Alhaitham’s neck as the scribe cages his body with his arms.

They sink into the mattress in a gentle embrace with minimal movements to comfort each other. Kaveh avoids anywhere potentially sensitive, he draws circles on Alhaitham’s shoulder with his fingers.

They rest in silence, nothing but their breathing and the low rustling of Kaveh’s hair tangled between Alhaitham’s fingers.

After what feels like hours, Kaveh gets up, having restored a portion of his strength. He guides Alhaitham off the bed while supporting him with one hand on his waist and the other on his neck.

The only downside to weakening Alhaitham to this extent is that Kaveh is not strong enough to carry him afterwards. Alhaitham takes his arm, hanging on with trembling legs as they make their way into the bathroom.

Kaveh sits him over the toilet and draws the bath. Alhaitham winces with the initial sting, and what follows makes both of them burst into laughter.

The loudest peeing sound ever known to humankind.

It’s a running joke between them, how Alhaitham pees so loud after they fuck, every single time.

And the funniest part is that they still don’t know what causes it even after a heated drunken debate they had over human anatomy one night.

Alhaitham had even pulled up to the house with biology textbooks as Kaveh had drawn schemes of a vagina on his board for about three hours, labeling it about a thousand time that he had become competent enough to teach it at the Akademiya.

“Okay, Haytham, I finally cracked it. It’s because my dick is too big so like… it opens you up, you know? Like it’s normally a river and then it turns into a waterfall.” Kaveh simulates the two flaps with his palms.

Alhaitham chugs his second full bottle of the night with a groan, “My piss is a waterfall?”

“Yes.”

He takes up the book in his hands once again, pointing to the text while he squints to see regardless of how blurry his vision has grown.

“No but see, that’s not what it says here. Instead it says ‘While the usual opening is about 2 to 3 inches, it is expected for women to stretch up to—”

“And men.” Kaveh lays down his marker and places his hands on his waist with an angry look.

Alhaitham chuckles when he finds his roommate ready to fight the book within his grip, “Yes, Kaveh. And men.”

As a scholar and an avid reader, Alhaitham is used to how scientists refer to these matters. Even though he isn’t fond of the portrayal, he knows he has to work around it and refrain from taking things personally.

But Kaveh is, and always has been, the exact opposite. He doesn’t back down from fights at the bazaar when the sellers eye him up and down for picking out the most flamboyant item of clothing laid over the counter.

“I know it’s for women. I read the tag and I’ll look damn pretty in it, so hand it over.” he hisses whenever someone slyly mocks him for falling in love with a beautiful piece.

And to this day, no one can forget the summer where Nilou accidentally fried her hair with bleach and had to cut it short so Kaveh smacked everyone that called her a boy on the head.

“Is your son old enough to enter the tavern, Kaveh?”

“Hey! That's my daughter—I mean… Nilou’s a girl. Shut the fuck up, Nabati. Go back to reading ‘till you become a decent fucking human being.”

Whether Kaveh knows about their true feelings or not, he never backs down from a fight when it comes to protecting how his loved ones present their identities to the outside world. Even if they learn to shut out the hostile voices and suppress their emotions, Kaveh is always there, verbally strangling those voices and waving his finger at everyone he deems disrespectful towards his friends.

A fighter for everyone’s rights, because he’ll never forgive those around him for confining him to a box while growing up, and never forsake the freedom of finding the courage to live by his own ideals.

It’s instinctive, even during a mock debate that features a concerningly drunk Kaveh and Alhaitham, it still gets on his nerves.

“Hey, this guy obviously doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Put it away because I already cracked the case.” he diverts with a dramatic eye-roll.

Alhaitham smiles at one of the many things that remind him how much he loves Kaveh. When he thinks back to their Akademiya days, all he remembers is the haircuts Kaveh gave him every month, how he dressed him up in his own clothes on the weekends and brought extra underwear from home because Alhaitham felt wildly uncomfortable with the ones his mom used to buy.

Alhaitham shakes his head to the sides slightly at the fond memories and looks up at Kaveh again, “So my loud peeing is caused by…”

“My huge dick, yes.” Kaveh hums with a serious expression.

“You’re average at best.”

Kaveh gasps at the betrayal, “You take that back!”

Regardless of the true reason behind it, the occurrence never fails to make them laugh. Even when Alhaitham is collected enough to clean himself up alone, Kaveh wheezes from the bed at how loud he is, rolling around while he simply can't wait for the scribe to be back so he can throw new water-related puns at him.

When he’s done, Kaveh helps him off and sits him down in the tub. Warmth surrounds Alhaitham, he sinks into the water, keeping his eyes closed until he hears a splash with Kaveh joining him.

They lay down, facing each other and relaxing in the bubbles that engulf them. Kaveh presses kisses over his bent knees, the only thing left out of the water besides his head. Alhaitham sighs in relief.

The world is quiet and Kaveh is by his side.

After soaking for a bit, Kaveh moves closer between his legs and dampens the loofah, dribbling liquid soap over it. He rubs it off, creating even more bubbles while some escape into the air, floating above them until they pop upon encountering a surface.

Kaveh takes his time cleaning every spot on Alhaitham’s body. He rolls the loofah around his shoulders and back, over his lower abdomen and along his legs. He intertwines his soapy fingers with Alhaitham’s, pulling on them gently to wash away the dirt and the small particles stuck to his wrist from the straps.

With smooth and gentle movements he massages Alhaitham’s neck, the tensed up muscles on his lower back, his breasts and hips, his calves that are strained from clinging onto him.

Kaveh unravels all the tension, mentally and physically until Alhaitham feels nothing but pure bliss and comfort. He feels light as a feather as Kaveh wraps him up in warm towels and lays him on the bed.

When Kaveh is done cleaning and dressing them both, he returns with a cream, moisturizing and soothing, and he spreads some over Alhaitham’s bruised wrists and the marks along his hips.

It immediately cools off the area, releasing the pressure and putting the scribe at ease.

Kaveh lays down next to him, both of them exhausted and relaxed all at once. They snuggle together like two wet kittens, soon falling into deep slumber as night falls on the hills and valleys of Sumeru.

day 8 - orgasm denial

“What’s in the box?” Alhaitham returns to the living room with a wooden box in his hand, one that he had come across in the wardrobe while changing out of his work attire.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Kaveh says nonchalantly, hiding his excitement to the best of his ability.

Alhaitham sits beside him, sliding the lid off to reveal a toy, attached to a strap. Compared to the ones they normally use together, it looks much more realistic with carved veins and a simulated natural curve.

“Kaveh, this is getting out of hand, we already have three—” Alhaitham freezes when he turns it around and notices an unconventional part.

“Oh?”

He comes across a jut, right behind the base. “This is—Where does it—”

Kaveh watches him struggle to make sense of it, not supplying any valuable input so that Alhaitham figures it out on his own.

Oh.

“It goes… inside me?” Alhaitham presents his conclusion after tracing his fingers over the elongated bump.

“Yes.” Kaveh finds joy in the adorable confusion written all over the scribe’s face, “I know you say my pleasure is your pleasure, but still.”

“That’s why you’ve been hiding your plans?”

It is a keen observation, Kaveh is usually so messy that Alhaitham has to beg him to put away his sketches, notebooks and models. However, for the past week everything had been clean and tidy, with not even one piece of paper out of place.

Kaveh laughs, “Yes, I was drawing dicks everywhere.”

Alhaitham is still staring down at the toy, examining every corner and crevice carefully with his fingers, “That’s brilliant, and very thoughtful.”

He seems genuinely impressed by the design, and touched by his lover putting time and effort into it.

“Thank you, Kaveh.” he leans in to press a kiss on his forehead.

“Let’s not get sentimental, it’s still a dick, you know.”

“That you crafted with love.” Alhaitham teases with a smirk.

Kaveh is quick to reach for the nearest pillow and smack him on the face with a chuckle, “Shut up.”

They laugh, bathing in the sunlight that penetrates from the windows as the exhaustion wanes from Alhaitham’s body.

“It would be a shame not to test it out.” he looks at Kaveh with an innocent and curious look.

“Mhmm, I mean… I’m not perfect, you know? There could be some fundamental flaws that need fixing. We can’t know unless we try.” Kaveh agrees. Of course he does.

He sits on the floor in between Alhaitham’s legs and rids him of his clothes, not sparing even a second before gently circling his fingers over his clit.

He rises on his knees, kissing up at the scribe while he stretches him out with a finger. While Alhaitham is preoccupied with licking into his mouth, Kaveh reaches for the toy and inserts it gently into his hole.

Alhaitham pulls away, tying the strap around his hips and pulling Kaveh to his lap hungrily.

“I’m—close.” Kaveh moans.

“No.”

It takes him a second to process Alhaitham’s answer.

“No?”

“Well, I’m not done with the test run yet.”

Kaveh’s eyes widen, it’s rare for Alhaitham to deprive him of an orgasm, and when he does, it’s usually in the form of a punishment.

“Is this—revenge for last week?” Kaveh connects the dots rather swiftly.

“Mhm.”

He holds onto Alhaitham’s shoulders, trying to weaken how he rocks him up and down to cool himself off a bit, “But…I—allowed you to cum! Only maybe…too many times but—”

“Precisely. It’s time you exert some self-control.”

Kaveh feels helpless, even shallow thrusts are enough to make him squirm now that he’s fighting back the spark lit on his lower abdomen. But, Alhaitham doesn’t seem to mind. He fucks Kaveh over his lap mercilessly, eyes rolling back occasionally when the toy digs deep inside him as well.

Kaveh trembles, attempting to steady himself and convince the scribe to let him go. “Haytham, please. My dick hurts. I can't keep going like this.”

“Hm? Strange. Mine doesn’t.” Alhaitham smirks.

“Haytham… I’ll do whatever you want—please.”

Kaveh seems desperate and sounds broken. It’s too much, especially without preparing himself to hold back beforehand. He often feels a few drops seep out and immediately stops himself mid-orgasm, sending the worst ache he has ever felt to his groin.

“Go ahead.”

“Really?” Kaveh’s eyes sparkle.

“No.”

The expectant look vanishes from his face, “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Alhaitham adjusts his grip, instead of the two hands he had placed on Kaveh’s hips, he wraps his arms around him while thrusting up with his hips.

Kaveh is squeezed inside his arms, their bodies now glued together as Alhaitham nibbles on the sensitive area just below his ear.

“I do! I hate your… stupid face and your—hah—strong arms and your…” Kaveh grows weaker, suddenly feeling warm and fuzzy inside as a wet trail runs along his neck, hot breath tickling him provocatively.

“My what?” Alhaitham encourages him to go on.

“Everything.” Kaveh says breathily, “I’ll marry you just so I can hate on you everyday ‘till I die.”

“Are you proposing to me so I’ll let you cum?”

“Is it…working?” he asks, tired yet hopeful.

“No.”

Alhaitham bites down on his neck, eliciting a moan from Kaveh’s lips and a twitch from his hips.

“Just a bit longer. Hang on, for me, okay?”

For him. His hoarse voice sends a tingle down Kaveh’s spine as he gains the resolve to hold himself back. Alhaitham can see him turn softer and more submissive with every thrust and every word of encouragement.

“Think of how good it’ll feel, Kaveh.” he says into his ear, “I’m soaking wet just by watching you.”

A feral growl overtakes his voice as he holds his beloved close, “So beautiful.”

Kaveh feels broken and utterly confused, one of the best feelings he has ever experienced, tainted by the inability to indulge in it fully.

But he wants to show Alhaitham, no matter how fussy he gets, he wants the scribe to know that he can obey him. Kaveh wants to be deserving of his praise, and to hear more about how Alhaitham finds him beautiful.

“I’m here. Let me take care of you.”

And Kaveh does exactly that. Knowing how Alhaitham will be there for him, he lets go, his limbs no longer tense up around him as his head falls on the scribe’s shoulder.

He allows Alhaitham to have his way with him, doing nothing but arching his back and whimpering on his shoulder.

Kaveh moans out his name, whispering how well Alhaitham fucks him, how he perfectly fills him up and destroys his insides deliciously.

Though it’s still hard to resist, Kaveh finds comfort in his arms, holding out until he finally hears the words he has been longing for—

“Go ahead, cum for me.”

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