mmm kaveh ily. smth abt insomniac kaveh can b so personal,,,
cw: trans!sub!bottom!kaveh<3, established relationship, u have a cock
kaveh's always working so, so hard:( he's up to his neck in commissions and blueprints, and his hands are permanently blue from the ink of his pens. no matter how raw he scrubs his hands, the ink won't leaveānot when he's up the next minute to draw more. and oh, how you've noticed: from the deep bags under his eyes to the slump of his broad shoulders, kaveh is bone tired.
it's late. the moon is high, and alhaitham is out for the night (not that that would have stopped your plans; after all, there's a reason you and kaveh keep a silk gag in his nightstand. but you digress).
"kaveh," you murmur, stepping up behind him. you lay your hands on his tense shoulders to rub the muscle-deep ache out, just a little. he groans quietly but does not drop his pen.
"kaveh, honey," you repeat.
he only replies with a quieter hmm.
"come to bed."
"i can't," he whispers. you realize then that his head must be throbbing: he is hardly ever so quiet. "i gotta finish this, the client wantsā"
"the client is an asshole. she has changed her mind thrice now. she can handle it being a day late, honey. if she can't, i'll talk to her." you lay a soft kiss on the crown of his head.
"iāokay," he finally acquiesces. "thank you."
you reach for his hand, ink smearing onto your palm, and pull him to his feet. immediately he plants his face in the junction of your shoulder and neck. "'m so tired, y/n," he mumbles. "but i can't sleep, iāi thought i could at least get ahead on the commission, butā" he trails off.
"it's alright," you murmur back, running your hands up and down his slumping back. "d'ya wanna try to sleep? or can i take care of you?"
and oh, that's how it always starts between you two, isn't it? with those simple words, not a command but a request, your boyfriend knows he can let go.
"yeah," he agrees, quick, "take care of me, please, y/n."
he gasps lightly when you pick him up from his thighs, ink smushed onto the white fabric of his nighttime trousers. already kaveh is blushing, eyes a bit glazed over. he grinds into the plane of your stomach, sighing at the friction.
soon enough, you are kicking the door to kaveh's bedroom open and depositing him on his bed.
you reach for his hand, squeezing it once: a nonverbal cue. you know that tonight there won't be much talking.
he squeezes back. and then you're upon him.
kaveh sighs blissfully into your mouth when you kiss him, weak, trembling arms wrapping around your shoulders. your own hands work to divest your boyfriend of his clothing. already, his cunt is damp and cock hard.
you run your tongue along his neck as you run your fingers over his cock. it twitches in your grip, sensitive to the pleasure. kaveh moans when you slide a finger in, his voice soft as he begs you, "please, please, y/n, more." you can never deny him; so when his cunt is loose enough, you add first one finger and then another until your pointer to your ring are comfortably snug in him. you're about to finger him to an orgasm when his handāpreviously gripping the hair at your napeāgrabs for your wrist, halting you.
"i wanna cum on your cock," is all he says.
you groan, sliding your hand from his cunt. he whines, cunt clenching around nothing until your cockhead is there, rubbing against his own. you then settle your cockāslick with lube you had warmed and set out beforehandāright at his entrance. "okay, honey?" is all you can say before kaveh begins grinding down, trying to get your cock in him. you take that as the go ahead.
"oh," he gasps when your cock first breaches him. he's a bit loose, thanks to the prep and his arousal, but oh, he feels so, so good. his cunt squeezes around you.
"good boy," you murmur when you're in to the hilt. kaveh tilts his head up at you, begging for a kiss you grant him with.
the two of you are quiet save for the soft gasps and moans falling from both of your lips. you try to muffle yourself by laving kisses across his throbbing temples, able to hear his own beautiful sounds crystal clear.
please let me cum, y/n, 'm so close, please!"
you move your hand to his mound, your thumb brushing his cock as a warning before you begin to circle it in gentle motions. his cunt clenches around you and he whines. "please.
he begs in whispers muffled in the warm skin of your shoulder, but you hear him all the same. you speed up the movement of your thumb, pressing harder on his twitching dick; your thrusts never lose their rhythm.
"please," kaveh begs again, and it's then that it hits you: he physically cannot cum until you say that he can. the revelation takes your breath away as you murmur,
"cum for me, my kaveh."
nd after this u cum inside and he cockwarms u as u two fall asleep<33 (i'm too horny but tired to finish this) byebye
MDNI
oh my love š„ŗ what a wonderful thing to wake up to. I love all the nonverbal assurance and how reader just takes care of him. how gentle and caring they are with him, even without him saying a word. thank you for blessing with me with such lovely softness
138 notes
Ā·
View notes
Fireworks š part. 1
Conrad Fisher x reader
Only oc is Jack Anderson
āGuys Iād like you to meet Jackā I say holding jacks hand.
I look over at Conrad and he dose not seem amused.
But I donāt know I havenāt been able to read him at all this summer which has been hard since I could always read him I could practically read his mind.
āHi am Belly! Isabell really but everyone calls me Belly.ā Belly breaks the silence thankfully.
āUh am Jack Andersonā he says smiling
āUh and these mute boys are the Fisher boys Conrad and Jeremiah.ā I say looking over at them
āSupā Jer says with an uncomfortable smile.
āCool you got the water guns!ā I say
āOnly for you Y/n, and the others are for our protectionā Belly says giving me one and holding another.ā
I go and fill mine with water as the others sit down and get out snacks and drinks.
I look over and debate if I should shoot Conrad or Jack. I choose Jack because I didnāt know if Conrad would take it as well anymore. I mean last summer he was practically drenched all the time because of me but he doesnāt seem like himself anymore so it was safer to go after Jack.
I slowly but surly get to the beach chair that Jack is sitting on and lucky for me he is sitting away from the beach.
I point and shoot at the back of his head. He gets up and runs after me.
āLittle assholeā he say loudly after me.
He catches up to me and cares me into the water practically throwing me in.
After that we get back to Belly and the not so happy Fisher boys.
āAm gonna goā Conrad says getting up
āWhat no you promised you would stay!ā I say trying to convince him to stay.
āLooks like am not neededā he says and walks away.
āWait upā I say looking back and then looking at him walking away.
āI meant aloneā he says turning around and walking backwards.
āI think this is better!ā
A/n! Hi so this was kind of a teaser for a fanfic am planing on writing on Wattpad! My username is @siriusblackxkermit
š¤š¤
200 notes
Ā·
View notes
sup! sending you a question to maybe get your mind off work (i know how it is... lol). how did you get into the cod fandom? is ghost your favorite character?
p.d. you got this! :)
omg anon thank you, this is sweet and thoughtful!
honestly, i canāt really remember the exact time/thing that got me into the cod fandom. i do vividly remember when mw2 first dropped and ghost became like a meme and he was everywhere. i knew nothing about the game but was like āwhy is he kind ofā¦ā
and then after a while i started seeing more mw2 content on tumblr and tiktok and was eventually just like āFINE you got meā and watched snippets of the campaign and stuff.
i would say price and ghost are tied as my favorites but i do have a huge soft spot for ghost <3
4 notes
Ā·
View notes