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lucabyte · 3 months
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I don't know how everyone isn't also always constantly thinking about how burial rites seem to be potentially one of the few things Siffrin instinctively remembers about their culture. But rest assured. I am in fact always thinking about it.
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Textless version where they're just hanging out. It's fine!
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bloodydeanwinchester · 11 months
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oh my god sometimes i remember and it just hits me all over again like castiel literally told dean he was in love with him. like he literally told dean to his face that he wanted him even though he thought he couldn’t have him. we didn’t even make that up it actually happened on our tv screens.
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droopywrites · 6 months
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did you ever did a part 2 to jjk dudes meeting their child who’s from the future?
⋆。Part || of JJK MEN meeting their future kids。⋆
Author's notes: I don't think I've posted it! Considering it kind of left my mind and the old draft is gone, but I did write everything I remember here. Also, it's like 3am and I wrote this crying, not proofread.
CW: Swearing, killing, cannibalism(?) like mention of eating people, children.
Pronouns used for the kids: She/her for Geto and It/its for Sukuna.
Part | (Warning, it's from 2021)
Geto
Starting off strong with Geto.
Definitely another girl. He's such a girl dad.
On a regularly scheduled day like always; it was wake up, talk with his connections, mingle with his family, check on Mimi and Nana, see whatever the hell the non-sorcerers wanted, get greeted by a little girl that wasn't supposed to be on the estate...
What the fuck.
How did she even get here? Why is she here?
Geto would stare at this child in confusion and look around, waiting for someone to claim her.
He has a soft spot for children. Sorcerers, of course. Non-sorcerers, debatable.
So, low and behold this little girl running up to him to clutch at his robes. Him trying to pry her off of him with her relieved cries of "Papa! Papa!" escaping her lips.
Papa?
Holds her by the shirt's scruff like a cat and squints, ready to scold her but pauses when he sees her face.
Because, holy shit, that's literally his twin. And suddenly every rare hookup played in his mind.
But no, she looked no older than 3. He hadn't been with anyone at that time, or ever yet. Not that far.
Drops everything for the next couple of days just to make sense of the situation, only telling his beloved family.
Mimi and Nana fawn over the idea of a little sister but are a bit restrictive if it's not a permanent thing.
The girl didn't speak much except for addressing Geto, the twins, oh and you.
You...?
You.
You.
You, who had just returned from your trip overseas to oversee some tasks involving curses.
You, who the little girl immediately ran to and called "Mama! Mama!"
You, who Geto stared wide-eyed at and surprised as you two tried to settle the fact nothing even happened between you.
Yet.
When that little girl eventually left to her own time, with everything still fresh and confusing, Geto eventually approached you.
Because, well, he wanted to see that little girl again.
After few dates, then a relationship, then marriage. Maybe.
Sukuna
Listen, he is NOT spreading those cursed genes of his pre-human/post-cursed-spirit.
Man hates love.
But, during the Heian period. When some stupid kid wandered into his life as if it always belonged there, maybe, maybe, there was something else in that space in his chest but hunger and his definition of love.
So, there it was. Whatever it was. Standing there with large eyes focused on him with a semblance of admiration and malice.
"What are you looking at, brat?"
"You."
The audacity of this thing. He killed it immediately.
And then it came back. So, he killed it again. And again. And... what the fuck.
This little shit was persistent.
His kid. He doesn't know how. But definitely his kid.
A worthy successor? Fuck no, he's not dying or leaving it as some birthright to a hindrance.
Learning of its origins was pretty interesting, to say the least.
"Not a human? I figured. A curse made from me, huh? Someone weak must hate me so much."
That meant a human parent. Or multiple human parents. Gross.
He wasn't getting into that.
The kid was though.
It often visited this village to... eat? Kill? Fight? Whatever makes it happy.
...
The hell do you mean it was visiting its human mother?
It had a mother? It had a mother that cursed him so much it resulted in a personalized cursed child?
He could see it stare longingly at that woman's village and before he could even kill her, his offspring said goodbye.
"I'll see you in the future, yeah?"
And then Sukuna was sealed.
He probably searched for his offspring in the Modern era.
Author's notes 2: Stopping with these two because it's been a while since I've posted seriously on this account, 2 years? Maybe I've gotten better, maybe not. This was the idea but with updated better minds. Maybe I'll do the others separately again, Yuji, Yuta, Megumi, Toge. Just did the adults first. Doing Choso and Higuruma definitely.
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ask-queen-arti · 5 months
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Soooo, you loved so much that you were violent yet were so violent you couldnt love? Yikes thats one heck of'a ratio there.
(a only semi-serious ask, to start of with, anyways I wish you luck with da blog! Have a good day and or night!)
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whatsitzface · 4 months
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The way Annabeth was thinking so far ahead of Percy that Percy was confused. The way she refused to elaborate on anything, and then was like; 'I'm surrounded by idiots' whenever someone (Percy) didn't understand her. The way she looked so smug after she pushed Percy into the water and he got claimed. THE WAY SHE WAS SO BLUNT!!!!! ("ARE YOU STALKING ME??" "yeah lol")
Sorry, but that's the most accurate Annabeth in the world holy smokes Leah did such a good job. All my forgotten love for Annabeth's character that I felt while reading the books just crashed into me full force and I'm frothing at the mouth with obsession.
“-You’re gonna expect me to know how to do something I don’t know how to do, and I end up falling flat on my face, I- I can’t really have that right now.” “You still don’t get where you fit into all of this, do you?” SHE’S TALKING ABOUT THE PROPHECY AND HOW SHE KNOWS HE'S A POSIEDON KID, BUT SHE HIDES IT AS HOW HE DOESN’T KNOW HIS PLACE IN THE CAPTURE THE FLAG GAME!!!! BECAUSE SHE WON’T TELL HIM!!!! AND ITS EPIC BECAUSE IN THE CAPTURE THE FLAG GAME HE DOES FALL FLAT ON HIS FACE, BUT IN THE PROPHECY HE DOES GET HIS DAD TO SEE HIM!!!! And then she fixes his armor plate, making sure that its secure. Making sure he won't get hurt. That's not part of her plan, and things always go according to her plan. She's the game master. IM SCREAMING
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bigshotautos · 3 months
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I really like your theory about Spamton basically haunting a mannequin after death. Have you ever touched upon the reaction from Jevil (or anyone, really) upon seeing the new Spamton? Especially considering Spamton isn't even aware he 'died'.
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^ how i think jevil's first sight of Spamton would go. i love this ask. this is referring to some headcanons I made a while back, I'll link it here for the one post and the general ghost spamton theory is linked in that one as well. Going to elaborate on it more under the cut for those interested + more art.
In general I think that people from Spamton's past wouldn't really care if they notice at all, since he wasn't in the business of making close friends with anyone. With the Addisons, in my interpretation he had a "weird co-worker" relationship with them, and while Addisons in general treated each other like potential business competitors that they had to make-nice with, Spamton is especially easy to single out for being visibly and temperamentally different. His altered, current state is something they'd feel at least uncomfortable by, but many wouldn't have been too close with him to begin with for them to talk about it with him directly. Would get whispered about between each other for sure, like we saw with them talking about Spamton after the NEO fight. It moves him from the "disgraced guy I used to know" category to the "actually unpleasant to look at or think about" territory. This goes for Swatch, Queen, and Seam (less so), who seem to buy heavily into the Lightner and Darkner dynamic, with Spamton corrupting the Lightner's dream being a strong taboo against what it means to be a Darkner.
As for what Jevil thinks, Spamton during the NEO fight is both a beautiful and horrifying display. Jevil at this point hasn't seen him in years since his imprisonment, and in their time apart Jevil has grown to find novelty in the cage that everyone else besides him is in since he's created huge emotional distance between him and the reality he lives in. Seeing the fact that Spamton had corrupted an abandoned dream of a Lightner and was causing so much chaos to the established order of the world would be exhilarating, but at the same time seeing that Spamton had accomplished this and still had his strings visible (and changed to a marionette puppet with no symbolic agency), it'd be a painful confirmation of his worldview that even Spamton, who deep down he still cares for, could never have been free.
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Jevil would think at first he'd just gone through some nebulous situation to change what he looks like, since ofc he himself has toy-like traits (arguable if that happened with Gasterfication or not), Seam is a plushie cat, and other Card Castle Darkners are based on toys, but feeling the lack of life combined with the symbolic body of Spamton would mean to him something bigger had went wrong. He wouldn't dare to bring it up in an empathetic way, stuck in his mindset that it doesn't matter, but it'd still hit a part of him he doesn't like to think still exists. It's something he gets over quickly, almost performatively going back to fucking with him and taking advantage of his fear for entertainment, but it didn't sit well at first.
To me, the fact Spamton "died" isn't really a huge deal, kind of like with the ghosts in Undertale where no one really cares they're just ghosts. They're just doing their thing. To me it'd be fine if neither of them find out what happened for certain, but it's something that adds Flavor to his character.
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httpiastri · 7 months
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oscar try not to laugh at everything lando says and does challenge: failed
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hungharrington · 4 months
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hey Jay, your biggest fan here, just checking in to remind you that Steve's hand is as big as a dinner plate and he would use it for evil:
on your hips, on your waist, squeezing your thighs, pinning your wrists, tilting your head, draped around your throat, groping your tits, fisting in your hair, slapping your ass, cupping your whole cunt, rubbing the meat of his palm against your clit while he fingers you deep, gripping his own cock tight to try to keep from coming while he lets the tip glide up and down your wet slit, hiking your knee up so he can fuck you deeper
anyway, love you bye
hey myo! why would you do this to me! :)!
his hands are sooooooooo big like dear god, just think of the fact he can definitely hold both your hands in only one of his own :) like picture it, your tits pressed into the sheets and your hips barely held up on their own with the way your thighs are trembling cos fuck your cunt is aching in the best way, your tummy burning hot and steve's chest is pressed against your back, his cock snug in your cunt, fucking in and out of you so so lazily, these lewd noises of your slick mixing with all your breathy little moans that he adores :) and steve wrapping one hand over your hip and covering your tummy to help hold you up (and it's so big oh my god) and the other hand reached up, holding both your wrists together above your own head, pressing them into the mattress and keeping them there as he rolls his hips into yours and moans softly in your ear, letting all his filthy thoughts out for you to hear while his other hand sneak down to play with your clit just to see if he can get you to clench in just the way he likes it like my goddddd
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cutie-lumi · 4 months
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Every femstars artist I've seen draws Mugi with big boobs and I'M NOT COMPLAININGJFKSNGK I just love how she has the biggest boobs and then nat is like.... Flat.. I feel kinda rude saying thatdbsknf😭 I love them so much ❤️❤️
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I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE DRAW THEM LIKE THIS!!!!!!! it's my ultimate hc for their bodies ever since I?? started shipping them ig?? Fem!Tsumugi not caring about her looks yet being well endowed while Fem!Natsume is like. always looking super pretty, but being flat as hell (and a little bit jealous of mugi's overall body proportions)? SIGN ME UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP IT'S MY FAVE SHIP DYNAMIC. I EAT IT ALL UP ALL THE TIME. I love seeing other artists having this as their hc as well!! Imo it suits them so much OUGHHHHHHH i need to thank all the artists who also draw them like this bc you're the reason why im so well fed. thank u for your service.
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majinbangus · 22 days
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just read the side boob tattoo blurb...what about dear reader surprising our feral captain with a brand new badass back piece?
perfect for those back shots, no? eheheee
Ooh anon he's gonna destroy you is that what you want (i want it too)
He finds out when you present yourself so sweetly in nothing but a flimsy silk robe- a coming home gift, as you phrased it- something to unwrap for coming home alive and safe. He suspects nothing, eager to be reunited with you, to feel you wrapped around him again.
But once you bend over onto all fours and arch your back once the robe comes off? It's all he can focus on. He won't let you back up or flip you over. He's gonna keep you pinned and wailing, eyes laser-focused on your back tattoo, maybe even be a little selfish and focus on his pleasure as he treats you like a new toy he gets to break in.
He'll leave little scratches along the edges of the tattoo, tracing the outline as if he drew it, but he's careful to leave the actual tattoo alone. He just wants you to feel the sting, to feel his sting. Leave his own marks on you. And you do feel it. Both inside and out. Captain MacTavish is a thorough man and he's gonna leave his marks scratched into your back and painted inside you.
And as much as the tattoo makes him want to bend you over constantly, he wishes you asked him to do the tattoo instead. He's an artist, after all, it's no trouble for him to sketch marks onto what's his. Not to worry, though, you've got plenty of skin still unmarred and untouched. He'll find a place to tattoo his initials into your flesh.
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ourfag · 2 months
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Forgive my asking, but what are you meant to do if you find hair in your food at a restaurant? Send the whole thing back to the kitchen? I'd of course send my food back over something larger or grosser, like a nail clipping, or multiple pieces of hair, but it seems like such a hassle for just one piece.
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coolsoupclub · 6 months
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question for this sweet fandom: what are things in specific käärijä songs that just perfect scratch your brain?
one big thing for me is the first 'mitä, mitä, woah!' in rock rock
chefs kiss
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Hey, what's your fave Gabe fanart you've encountered?
Also I am very sorry about your inbox and the incident with the gnome piss anon
- kneeboiler anon
I CANT PICK JUST 1
FAN ART BLAST
https://www.tumblr.com/floating-goblin-art/709166360142495745/stgeorgepng
https://www.tumblr.com/phantom-nisnow/741235083170742272/la-danse-macabre
https://www.tumblr.com/milkymolle/740989211045478400/ecstasy
https://www.tumblr.com/hrokkall/728480077455785984/death-spiral
https://www.tumblr.com/themachine/710891941071667200/heaven-is-a-place-where-nothing-ever-happens
https://lutik327.tumblr.com/post/715977424211427328/blood-palace
https://www.tumblr.com/meiuya/713341420451381248
https://www.tumblr.com/celerys0da/731227260594651136/posting-some-old-art-rn-while-im-working-on-my
https://www.tumblr.com/spaccadt/727733278955765760/autism-creatures-comeback-as-an-allergic-person-i
https://www.tumblr.com/that--unusual-person/726328632488951808/for-2lim3rz-thank-you-for-your-services
https://www.tumblr.com/muzzleroars/725847053766377472/ecstasy-of-the-profane-form
https://www.tumblr.com/cultofthorns/723233440180371456/reversed-viscera-and-wrong-parts
https://www.tumblr.com/fmab/725428933070307328/catharsis
https://www.tumblr.com/plaguedpriest/724394015100960768/would-u-donate-ur-blood-to-them
https://www.tumblr.com/floating-goblin-art/719037383452000256/salvation
https://www.tumblr.com/dofaminos/698821974005284864/actually-my-first-full-ultrakill-fanart?source=share
https://gregemann.tumblr.com/post/674241085223190528/gift-art-for-a-very-dear-friend-3
https://hanteeyo.tumblr.com/post/648721438657921024/gabwiel
https://hanteeyo.tumblr.com/post/668242216019460096/oops-im-an-idiot-and-deleted-the-og-post-lmfao
https://dragonroilz.tumblr.com/post/720071429697175552/happy-pride
https://www.tumblr.com/dragonroilz/710445912452890624
https://decamarks.tumblr.com/post/706832090604388352/i-could-only-lay-in-reverence-carried-in-the
https://viktormaru.tumblr.com/post/706016225317306368/ive-been-doing-daily-doodles-despite-not-sharing
https://crowcryptid.tumblr.com/post/704105237758246912/silvr-i-wanna-fight-you-like-an-animal-i-wanna
https://leafy-yezi.tumblr.com/post/704965002647437312/wanted-to-draw-this-since-the-2nd-gabriel-fight
https://cultofthorns.tumblr.com/post/695321751590256640/v1gabe-things
https://zolovana.tumblr.com/post/707520516946296832/im-very-normal-about-this-game
https://hmmbo.tumblr.com/post/728765440729497600/i-cant-think-of-a-good-caption-just-know-i-spend
https://www.tumblr.com/ghxstshxrk/712175242784784384/aesthetics-of-hate-commission-for-silvervictory
https://volatilemask.tumblr.com/post/696570620260040704/ive-never-had-a-fight-like-this-before
https://volatilemask.tumblr.com/post/697662709195505665/layer-6-heresy
https://www.tumblr.com/oka-ja/700623082067558400?source=share
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willgrahamscock · 1 year
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i feel like if hannibal grew out a beard, will would pretend to hate it: "why are you doing that?" "it's not fair that you grow such a good beard but never choose to have one" "it chafes my thighs" but fucking LOSE it once he shaved it off: "why did you do that." "the dogs are gonna hate it" "where'd my lumberjack go??"
My headcannon for Will is that he loves body hair, on himself and on Hannibal.
But he's never really seen Hannibal with a beard until he DOES, and he's like "It doesn't quite suit you" but can't stop looking at him. "You should let me giveyou a porn stache" Hannibal agrees just because he wants to spend time with him. Will sits in his lap and starts shaving him, grinning to himself. Pulling back and examining his silly work while Hannibal is giving him the biggest heart eyes, content just being there. After Will is done, he's holding Hannibal's chin turning his head side to side to examine the design he tells Hannibal
"You look like someone in a shitty porn DVD I would have jerked off to back in high school"
Hannibal keeps it.
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bamsara · 1 year
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Please stop
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tenderfxck · 1 year
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Can you write for submissive alhaitham? Imagine arguing over something trivial and just pinning him down and breaking him :D but ofc the onion boy would not go down without a fight, and that's where the fun begins <3
this got longer than i expected. um.
this is switch/bottom al haitham. sorry if that wasn’t what you were looking for but uhhhh. inspiration struck my dick and here we are.
contents: switch! al haitham, bottom! al haitham, gn!reader, no reader genitals mentioned, can be read as strap or not, he gets pegged/fucked :P, overstim, brat taming, light orgasm denial, begging
edit: i woke up this morning and found some issues. i went ahead and fixed them and last night’s me will be appropriately drawn and quartered for not proofreading closely enough
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it all started when he mumbled a snide remark under his breath.
you had just finished chiding him for being too brusque with some poor akademiya students when you turned to take leave of his office, determined to decompress after dealing with that proud scribe.
it seemed to have been building, this tension between you two, and al haitham was irked enough to push it a just a bit more.
“well maybe you should stop with the niceties and people might actually respect you.��
he watched as you froze in front of him, a faint smirk crossing his face as he saw your perturbed look as you turned back to meet his gaze.
“mr. scribe, do not confuse kindness for a weak will.”
this was rare.
he’s only seen this look that’s currently overtaking your facade a few times before; only when he’s really struck a chord in your arguments.
he laughs quietly, mockingly as he crosses his arms and rests his back against the grand bookcase behind his desk. “well maybe if you knew how to assert dominance instead of resorting to being an absolute pushover you could—“
he feels the push of something before he's pinned between the wall and you.
he never knew you were capable of being assertive, let alone this. his chest tightens, breath catching as he stares back into your darkening eyes.
"assert dominance, huh?"
your knee finds its place between haitham's legs, drawing the open so easily in his paralyzed state.
"dominance. . ."
. . .
“ah- ah- ah- ggh!”
archons. his voice is hoarse, yet he still can’t stop it from rhythmically crying out, a chorus of moans punctuating each harsh meeting of hips. his cock is starting to feel numb. you already rode him twice until he completely emptied himself in you, yet now your thumb still rubs at the tip, taking in every broken little sob of him saying it’s “too much.”
“wasn’t it you who said i needed to- what was it?”
you thrust into him sharply, uncaring for his worn and overstimulated body. all he can do is gasp out, cock throbbing in your grasp.
“assert dominance?”
fuck. he feels so full. his face is buried in one of the pillows on the chaise lounge of the study, no doubt probably stained with his drool by now. his knees dug into the soft, green velvet, ass poised up high, being fucked so earnestly by you.
"i'm simply demonstrating my aptitude."
you continue this steady, constant pace, fucking him flat into the sofa while all he can do is sob out such cute, broken little moans and grab helplessly at the plush upholstery.
who knew you kept something like that hidden away, ready to be used like this.
“please, t-too—ah! much. . .”
“hush. no more whining, now, just take it all, mr. scribe.”
you gave a particularly harsh thrust after, punctuating your teasing nickname before setting that harsh pace again.
he felt like he was losing his grip. his normal sensibilities were now nowhere to be found, replaced with the mind-numbing sensation of you filling him up and the urge to beg you for more, more, more.
and he hated it.
“haah. . . stop—ggh! using me you p-please, asshole. . .”
it was just too much. the hand digging into his soft hips, the other that teased his spent cock, the brutal pace of you pounding into his ass, so completely at your mercy.
“fuck. . . g-gonna cum again!” he gasps, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he sees stars cloud the edge of his vision.
your hips still and your hands are suddenly no where. the sensation abruptly dulls, leaving him unsatisfied. but the burning urge remains, twitching helplessly at the loss of stimulation.
“nonono- fuck! why. . .” he huffs sharply, thoroughly pissed off.
his cock throbbed between his legs, laying swollen and neglected against his thigh. he was leaking from the relentless teasing of your hands, only pushed farther by the lewdness of your pressing so deep into him. he was so certain he had nothing left to give but fuck did he want—need to cum again.
“we’ll i’m just a pushover to you, aren’t i? so i did just what i was told.”
you shifted ever so slightly, slipping that much farther out of his hole, al haitham sobbing at the loss of sensation.
“and stopped.”
archons, no. he was so fucking close to the edge. he needed that release. needed to be roughly fucked to completion. needed to call out your name as he came all over his spent body as you used his hole as you pleased.
fuck his pride. he needs you.
"i-i'm sorry" he keens, shame forgotten, instead heaving and writhing before you. "i'm sorry, just please- archons, ggh. . . please just-" he looks up at you above him, lashes decorated with desperate tears, wiggling those divine hips against you as he pitifully, submissively, finally begs-
"fuck me!"
a sinful smirk spread across your face as you reach you forearm around al haitham's neck, pulling him up into a headlock, his body flush with yours. his back arches so sweetly against your form as you harshly thrust yourself back in, all the way to the base. al haitham chokes out a surprised moan, eyes rolling back as he melts, completely surrendering to you.
"glady, mr. scribe."
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