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yuutx · 2 months

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 , 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! (𝒜𝐿𝐻𝒜𝐼𝒯𝐻𝒜𝑀)

al haitham x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ student - teacher / modern au ⟆ nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. public sex (?) spanking (belt). degrading kink. praise kink. size kink. creampie. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

i think im becoming alhaitham crazy recently,, i can't stop thinking about him 'n writing 4 himmm . . agghhh hes soso perfect . . alsooo, art credits go to @/eriimyon ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

You could only focus on the sound of his footfalls, his presence so strong it made you quiver. His hand was a heavy weight against your shoulder, the other gripping your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. They were so pretty, even now, a darkened, stormy green that had you melting, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Look at me," his voice was soft, yet his tone was authoritative, making you squirm in your seat. You were practically dripping, the need to feel him inside you becoming almost unbearable. The smirk on his face only served to make your cheeks flare, and your eyes darted away, trying to find a distraction. A mistake, really, one that had you gasping, the sharp sting of his hand meeting your cheek causing you to jolt. "Eyes on me, brat. Don't make me ask you again."

Your head whipped to him, and he chuckled, a deep, dark sound that had your heart skipping a beat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, breath warm and ghosting over the sensitive skin.

"What should I do with you?" He asked, his tone mocking, and his grip on your chin tightened. "You've been so distracted in class, always squirming in your seat." Your eyes squeezed shut as he nipped at the lobe of your ear, teeth tugging gently. You could hear the buckle of his belt unclasping, and your breath hitched, anticipation flooding you. A sudden lurch, and your body moved, your cheek hitting the table, the wood cold against the warmth of your flushed skin. You felt his hands tugging at the hem of your skirt, pulling it up over your ass, and the sound of his belt whistling through the air only served to make your pussy pulse.

"So needy, aren't you? You're dripping through your panties." His hands caressed the flesh of your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft skin, his fingers digging into the pliant muscle. The cool leather of the belt traced along the curve of your ass, and you sucked in a breath. Your mind went blank when the leather met your skin, the crack of the belt sending a wave of pleasure down your spine. "Count for me, brat." He demanded, and you managed a nod, the sting of the first lash still lingering. Another crack, and a strangled moan left your lips, a gasp and a stuttered 'one' tumbling out. By the fifth lash, tears had started to gather in your eyes, and your voice had grown hoarse, a puddle of drool gathered below you.

"Good girl." He praised, his thumb rubbing against the sore flesh of your ass, a low, content hum leaving him. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to each asscheek, his thumbs spreading them apart, and you whined, his gaze boring into your exposed cunt. "So wet for me. Such a good girl." His praise sent a fresh wave of slick pouring out of you, a soft cry leaving your lips. You felt as if you could cum hands free, the throb of your neglected clit almost painful. A sniffle, and he was there, his body draping over you, the heat of his chest a welcome presence. He hushed you, his fingers carding through your hair, brushing away the strands that clung to the tear tracks on your cheeks. You nuzzled against his palm, turning your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. "That's it. What do you need?"

"Sir," you whined, his name coming out more as a gasp than anything. You ground back against him, his bulge meeting the curve of your ass, the friction of the zipper causing you to moan. "Sir..need it..want your cock, please.." You begged, the haze of lust nearly taking over, your words barely intelligible. You heard him groan, and you felt the warmth of his body leave you, the absence almost too much. You let out a noise of protest, your hips canting backwards, desperate for some form of relief.

"Stay put." He ordered, and you managed a nod, not trusting yourself to speak, the lump in your throat far too much to push through. You squeezed your thighs together, the wetness making your skin stick, and you whimpered, the stimulation not enough. A hand met the curve of your ass, and a yelp left you, your head snapping to him.

"Don't move. If you want my cock, then be a good girl, and stay still." The promise was almost too much, and you buried your face in your arms, a muffled 'sorry' leaving you.

"Good girl."

He pulled his length free from the confines of his pants, hissing at the relief, the fabric of his underwear almost too much to handle. Precum dribbled from the head, and he smeared it over the pink, glistening head, his eyes rolling back as he stroked himself, gathering up the bead of precum that collected at the tip. It was only after his length was covered with his own slick did he move, lining himself up, his free hand grabbing a fistful of your hair. He pulled, his fingers tangling in the soft, silken strands, a cry leaving your lips.

"Ready, brat?" He asked, a breathless chuckle leaving him, the sound turning into a low moan as he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. "Filthy girl.. Is this what you've been thinking of during my lectures?" You were embarrassed at how quickly you nodded, a moan leaving you as he teased you with the head of his cock, the sensation enough to drive you insane.

With a sharp thrust, he sheathed himself inside of you, the tight heat of your cunt sending his head spinning, the groan that left him nearly animalistic. You keened, the sudden intrusion almost too much, his length filling you far better than any toy ever could. He didn't give you time to adjust, and the burn of his cock stretching you open was almost euphoric, your hands clutching the table for dear life. He pulled back, the drag of his cock nearly too much, before he slammed back in, the desk jerking with the force. The sounds of skin slapping filled the room, and you cried out, the pleasure overwhelming. You could hear him cursing under his breath, his own moans intermingling with your cries, a chorus of pleasure. You were sure that someone would hear, the obscene noises far too loud to be concealed, but the thought only spurred you on.

His hips pounded against yours, the pressure of his fingers holding you in place, the bruises already forming. Your fluttering, gummy walls hooked around him, as if refusing to let him leave. He could feel you pulsing, the rhythm of your cunt squeezing him, trying to milk him for all he had. He was so close, the urge to paint your walls white driving him on, his grip on your hair tightening, forcing you to arch, a wail leaving you, your pussy clamping around him. You were right there, the knot in your belly tight, the pleasure almost painful. You could feel your release building, his name falling from your lips, a litany of curses and pleas for him not to stop. Each thrust of his hips was met with a roll of your own, your body working towards your release, the head of his cock pounding against the sweet spot that had your vision going white. His fingers found their way to your clit, and it was enough to send you spiraling, your cunt spasming, clenching around his cock as your orgasm wracked through you. You could vaguely hear him groaning, his pace stuttering as his own release took him over, his cum shooting deep into your throbbing, clenching cunt.

He continued to rut into you, a shaky sigh leaving him, his cock twitching with each spurt of his seed. "Haah.. fuck, you take me so well," he murmured, and a weak moan left you, the sensation almost too much. With a final groan, he pulled out, and a hiss left him, his own cum dripping from your used pussy. "Such a good girl." His praise had you preening, and his fingers slipped inside of you, pumping lazily. A squeal left you, your oversensitive body jumping at the sensation. He chuckled, and you could feel his lips press against the back of your neck, his tongue dragging along the sweat-slick skin. "What do you say?" His tone was mocking, a knowing smirk on his face, and you felt the blood rushing to your cheeks, a whine leaving you.

"T-thank you, sir.." You mumbled, and he let out a laugh, his thumb finding its way to your clit, pinching the swollen nub between his fingers. The cry that left you was almost shameful, the sound bordering on a sob, your body jumping. You could feel him press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, his voice a soft murmur.

"My pleasure."

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danijaci · 11 months

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language barrier w/ al haitham

in which the reader wants to hear what a foreign language sounds like (part 1)

part 2

part 3

#原神 #genshin impact #art #my art #alhaitham #(y/n)#character x y/n #fanart #al haitham x reader #genshin x reader #al haitham x y/n

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blueparadis · 1 year

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❝ HONEY D[R]IPS ❞ + AL-HAITHAM

+. CWs —» fem!sub!reader x service dom!al-haitham; virginity kink, size kink, praising,edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, marking, oral act. word count — 1kish.

+. PRECIS —» al-haitham never imagined he can be tamed by a fragile creature like you.

+. NOTES —» there is a little bit of kaveh x reader & also al-haitham x kaveh cuz i refuse to seperate them. I'm in love their ‘chaos in the calm’ dynamic. totally not losing mind over him && you can read my works via NAVIGATION LINKS.

Fragile; that was the word that flashed through his mind when al-haitham first laid his eyes on you as you walked into his life like a dashing wave on a lonely shore wrecking havoc in his mind, body, and soul.

Al-haitham hated it; the unknown feeling amongst his ribcage that made him hear his heartbeats loud and clear, even in the hubbub of a crowd. He is a man of few words unless Kaveh isn't around. Somehow Kaveh manages to create ripples of annoyance in his peaceful mind and it weathers his patience, day by day.

On the other hand, Kaveh tries his best to avoid getting so worked up upon Al-haitham's stimulation yet he can not seem to turn a blind eye to the fact that al-haitham is undeniably quiet in her presence, in your presence. Kaveh was delighted to find out that at least once, he could have the upper hand if al-haitham were to really disrespect him, or hurt his feelings. It did not turn out as he thought it would be.

When Kaveh noticed that Al-haitham's emerald eyes were not on the book's rusty pages but peeking through the book's frame, lips twisting and occasionally turning whenever you are about to leave his sight he knew he could not use this as his wild card but watching him like this is more agonizing than getting yelled at by him.

“Quit staring. it’s creepy.”, Kaveh uttered slamming the book on the table to gain his roommate’s attention. Al-haitham’s eyes shifted from her to his senior, as he whispered, “I wasn’t”, like a lovesick fool. At that moment, Kaveh knew he was hopeless. Not only he flat-out denied his fondness for her but also refused to act. “Guess it’s the other way ‘round”, he hisses before beckoning her in his direction shouting her name from the bottom of his lungs in the library. What an incredible idea to get her attention!

Al-haitham thinks his life hasn’t been livelier before. Watching you talk with his not-so-cool senior, and hearing your giggles, complaints, and tantrums was more than he could ask for. It did not bother him how you were always like a blooming flower around Kaveh. As for Kaveh, he would not go that far as having you as Al-haitham wants. He is satisfied just getting al-haitham worked up once in a while but after a few attempts, Al-haitham got used to it.

What he was not used to is you, your innocence around him, the unalloyed conscience. It drove him insane so much so that he started to observe you more, thinking about the minute details about you like would there be any mole like the one near her chin? Does she always wear light-colored clothes? Is her nipples same the color as her lips? how would she look underneath him, naked and . . .

It has been days since he started to think of you, in a very particular way, thought of getting close to you, and discarded the habit of staring at you through the frame of the book. He was tempted to touch himself, to relieve himself from this ache but he wanted to be over once and for all, not in installments, not in the dead of night jacking off in the bathroom.

And now, here you were underneath him, just like he imagined.

Beads of perspiration sedimented at the lining of his forehead, fingertips being rigid, heart beating like drums, and all because his cock would not fit in your pussy. He has eaten you out for hours, tasted you to the very core, fondled your boobs till you were moaning loudly, shamelessly, sucked and bit your pebbled nipples until they were bruised and yet it was not enough.

every time you were screaming, telling him to stop fingering you he would not. “You’re about to cum angel.”, he mentioned, eyes focused on ready to pull out the moment your legs give up to hold them apart again that are craving to shut close as to submerge in the euphoric high; so that he would have you creaming on his cock rather than his fingers.

Tears like raindrops accumulate at the corner of your eyes as he tries to push his fat cock inside you and then retreats thinking he might hurt you as you lay blanking out, reflexively playing with your boobs, biting your bottom lip, whimpering, “so..sorry.”, as he brushes the tip of his cock up and down, over your pussy lips.

He shushes, leaning to kiss those bruised swollen lips murmuring, “shhh…shhsh angel. Just relax for me, yea? Can you do that?” you nod anticipating what is going to happen next, curling your arms around his shoulders as he adds in further, “tell me if it hurts. i’ll stop ‘kay?”

“Um-hm”

He aligns the cock to your entrance and as he had your eyes on him, he pushes his cock in with a single broad thrust making your arms instantly fly back over your head gripping the edge of the pillow, wincing in pain, and gasping at the feeling of being full. He grits his teeth feeling the warmth of your gummy walls and sheathing his cock, halfway through.

“It..hu..hurts…”, you blurt out, eyes squeezing shut, body arching and suddenly feeling more full than before.

“Want me to … to pull out?”, he asks exhaustively grazing the tip of his nose against your neckline. You pull him into a kiss bucking your hips up trying to take him all in and then gasping as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

Al-haitham watches you meticulously: eyes rolling white you squirm underneath him sensing a knot in your belly button that is slowly building up its moment as you adjust to his girth. “Yo’r so good for me, angel.”, starting to kiss along your glistening neckline. He is relishing the feeling of being inside you. Finally, he is fucking that pussy that has been driving him crazy for days. How can it be over just a few minutes?

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hwaitham · 7 months

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𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 al haitham x f!reader. nsfw — mdni. established relationship ﾉ inexperienced al haitham ﾉ a teensie bit of nipple play ﾉ spit :3 drool :3 ﾉ dry humping ﾉ you call him ' haithie ' quite a bit ꒰ᐡ´˃ ˙̫ ˂ഃ`ᐡ꒱ ﾉ this is a rewrite + repost from my old blog !

the akademiya’s scribe is in heaven.

at least, that’s what it feels like—with your whimpers and keens and pretty, pretty pleas, legs caging either side of his hips, and your panty-clad cunt weighing down heavily on his crotch; he can’t seem to bring himself to paint you as anything but some sort of celestial body.

and it’s his first time in heaven.

it’s the first time his angel of a girlfriend is sat on his lap like this: the lace straps of your dress sliding off your shoulders and digging into the supple flesh of your arms—the arms that wrap around his neck to pull him closer, closer, until there’s no room for air between your bodies, or your lips. your mouth moves languidly against his own—softly, sensually, each wet smack decorated with a small whine that sends a painful throb to his cock.

his lashes flutter sporadically as you continue to kiss him, and for the first time, al haitham can’t seem to think straight.

because you kiss him like that—so gently, so carefully, fingers curling at his nape—every kiss to his lips feels like the first but you kiss him like it’ll be the last. tilting your head to press against him even deeper, deeper, and then he drowns. in the roses that bloom in his chest and the lose petals stuffing his mouth full, in the scarcity of your sweet voice when all you can do is call out for him, wanting al haitham, your al haitham.

“h-haitham… mmm, haithie…”

he's in heaven—on cloud nine, and he doesn’t want to come back down.

perhaps it’s the intimacy of the moment, of your fingers in his hair and your warm breath settling in his lungs that has him harder than ever before, but al haitham’s stomach is in his throat, his heart pounding with lust and mind racing with feelings so foreign—fear, embarrassment. he grows horrified by the thought that just maybe you can feel his raging boner through the thick fabric of his pants.

“please, p-please…” your voice pulls him out of his head and you run your hands down the grooves of his biceps, the veins that line his forearms, and then your fingers find his own, loosening his fist before smoothing his palms up your torso to your breasts, squeezing gently, “can you touch me here…? pretty please, haitham?”

the way you say his name is hypnotizing: a soft, needy mewl against his lips and he has no choice but to cave in, nodding along with a deep hum when you wrap your fingers around his thumb and run them over your pebbled nipples. “f-fuck… i… yeah, baby.”

and as if that isn’t enough to send your boyfriend’s mind reeling, when he feels your tongue dip into his mouth to massage his own, when he feels your saliva mix with his and collect at the swell of his bottom lip—dribbling down his chin in slow, teasing ebbs—he moans: a smooth, drawn-out assonance that travels straight to your clit.

you can’t help the reciprocated sound that al haitham swallows and the slow roll of your hips that follow as you search for friction to ignite the tightly wound coil inside you. a mewl pushes past you when you feel his hard-on through your movements, grinding your sex along the outline of his cock, “haithie… feels really nice…”

your sweet keen overwhelms your lover—a heavy dizziness carrying from one ear to the next and it stokes the embers in his gut—he’s sure he won’t be able to control the flames if you continue on like this any longer, clinging onto him like some guardian angel who's nothing short of head over for her human, nuzzling your cheek against his, making those pretty, pretty noises.

he doesn’t want to cum— at least, not yet— not until he sinks his cock past your wet folds, deep, until his leaking slit brushes that one sweet spot that makes you arch your chest up into his and you’re calling out his name like it’s some sort of prayer.

he can’t cum, he won’t allow it— at least, not until you cream around his cock, tears wetting your cheeks that he can wipe away, loving you through your high just as you’re loving him now: purely, tenderly.

the thought sends his mind into overdrive, his pulse picking up when he starts to hear it ringing in his ears, and so he pulls his lips away from yours hastily, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. his brows knit tightly and his molars grind in frustration as his fingertips move from your breasts down to your waist, digging them into the flesh to stop the slow rolls of your hips.

“h-haithie?” your voice is sweet when you call out for him, it always is, but he think’s so especially when it’s like this: wobbly and pitchy and teetering on the edge of blubbery sobs.

“i’m fine— you’re fine, just… need a sec,” he pants headily, pulling you into him impossibly close, until your body melts into him and your heart dovetails his through the gaps in your ribs.

you’re absolutely intoxicating, with the sugary, decadent scent of your perfume and the steady rise and fall of your chest, where he can feel your nipples against his own. his forehead is heavy on your shoulder and he tries to smother the flames burning behind his eyes, tries to ignore the dull ache of his cock as his impending orgasm retracts.

al haitham pulls away from your neck and tilts his head towards your lips when he thinks the bright blue flames have subdued to a light flicker, looking up at you through lidded eyes—at the pretty angel sitting on his lap with a halo glowing around her head.

“you’re the sweetest, haitham…” your palms cup either side of his face, thumb wiping away the remnants of rosy glitter that had fallen from your cheekbones onto his. he sees the way you gaze at him ardently, nothing but love and adoration held in your blown-out pupils before you lean in, lips brushing over his forehead, and then his brows, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his chin.

it's staggering—how wanted he feels, how loved. a feeling that wakes something long dormant inside him and flushes his limbs full of warmth.

he wants to make you feel the same way too.

you’re the sweetest—he wants to say, but he can’t seem to peel any words from his throat with the way blood floods the swell of his cock, his chest caving inwards with a burning desire as he meets you halfway when your lips reach for his.

and it’s in how you two kiss this time around that ignites the fire in his stomach brighter than before—soft, delicate fingers tracing over his cheekbones as you tilt your head and melt your silken lips into his—tiny, satisfied whimpers escaping you when his palms smooth the skirt of your dress up to your hips, run along your thighs and grope at the soft flesh of your ass.

prompted by his warm touch, you grind down into him again, pulling away ever so slightly to breathe out your wants, needs over his lips.

“w-wanna, i wan’, haithammm—“

“c’mon, use your words. i know they’re, h-hah, know they’re in there.”

you whimper, cheeks hot and head dizzy when he asserts himself, “wanna fuck, haithie, want your cum s’bad,” it comes out a pitiful whine, one that al haitham realizes the pain behind when you take his pinky in your hold and guide his palm from your ass to your tummy. “in here… wan’ it in here.”

there’s no way you don’t know the effect your words and the way you say them has on your boyfriend—it’s beyond torturous hearing you say how you want him in you, cockhead knocking at your cervix and balls heavy over the swell of your ass and his seed filling your womb and oozing out of you in creamy globs that drivel and stick to your thighs and—god, al haitham just can’t stave off the orgasm that hits him, “fuck, i’m—!”

before you can ask him what the matter is, he groans, loud and low into your mouth, a tiny squeak escaping you when he bucks his hips up into you unexpectedly, each painfully erotic thrust of his punctuated by the bounce of your body.

you’re quick to realize what’s going on with him when you feel his open mouth puffing out hot air and choked expletives onto your skin, fingers lightly digging into your back as he fists the lace fabric of your dress so tightly you can feel them tremble.

and then there’s his cock twitching about in this shorts, thick, creamy ropes spilling from his slit; the thought is dizzying, it heats you up, and you can only latch onto al haitham’s arms to steady yourself.

when you look down to where your crotch meets his, you’re greeted by the sight you expected—a dark patch spreading along the seam of your lover’s slacks, the dampness seeping through until you can feel it through the gusset of your panties and slathered as strokes of glaze over the apex of your thighs.

your lover falls back onto the bed almost instantaneously as he comes down from his high, covering up the growing blush on his cheeks and ears with his forearm, shame settling into his bones while he slowly regains his full consciousness from cumming—hard—shuffling his hips around uncomfortably from the hot, sticky feeling in his pants.

it has you giggling shyly—a cute, playfully innocent sound that makes al haitham’s heart skip several beats.

“you… you’re just a little minx, aren’t you?”

nuh uh, ‘m not! is whispered into his palm when you bring his hand up to your lips to place a long kiss to his wrist, trailing them up to his fingers before you lean over him and lay another one to the underside of his jaw.

he moans when you wiggle your cunt over his still-aching cock. he stills wants more.

and you’ll give him more, you'd give him anything he wanted, pull the moon down to the earth if he’d asked, anything, everything—and so, you lift yourself up off his lap, sink onto your knees in between his spread legs and run your palms up his sinewy thighs.

he tenses under your sensual touch and you have to bite back a moan when he finds his way to your hair, lithe fingers brushing free strands from your face before he gently takes your twin-tails in either hand.

kisses follow in the trail of your warm touch: a kiss to his knee, another one halfway up the inside of his thigh, and a final one to the bulge of his crotch, wet salt spreading over your lips that you lick up and swallow with a satisfied hum, smiling at how his hips roll up into the air.

“can i clean you up, haitham?”

he peeks down at you when your angelic voice reaches his ears, and for the first time, al haitham begins to doubt himself.

he wonders whether maybe letting you get on your knees for him was a mistake, because when you let a glob of spit fall from your lips onto his twitchy bulge and lean down to lick it off—the white glow of your halo shining brighter than ever— he thinks he just might cum again.

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bunicate · 7 months

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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ DREAMING OUT LOUD

pairing ꒱ྀི al haitham x bunny!fem reader — warnings ꒱ hybrid au . bath-time with haithy ! fingering. subtle hand kink. fluff / wc ꒱ 2.4k / 18+

al haitham finds himself lost in his own musings more often these past moons. instead of his mind circling around any new wonder of the world, he’s recalling small moments enough times that distract him from his usual thinking.

at first, he tried to organize such thoughts into some semblance of order and question why they appeared in the first place until he realized for once, that he didn’t need an answer. he didn’t want one.

while peeling apart that revelation— scraping away at the edges, he wondered if doing so would give him that same sweetness or grant him the seeds to plant more. somehow it was the latter.

the seeds sprouted prickly vines that sunk into both his heart and mind.

now al haitham spends his walk home just remembering tiny exchanges down to the most minute detail. the meeting of fingertips, eyes squinting from the blinding warmth, sleep woven into each wrinkle, frown, and soft giggle.

the scribe had become even more reluctant to be pulled away from his own thinking, but he makes an exception when the one occupying his thoughts excitedly appears before him.

just seconds after he steps through the door of his home, he’s ripped away from his reverie. al haitham is nearly sent back into the outdoors from the solid weight that collides against him. he uncharacteristically loses his footing and the hardwood floor might’ve been his fate if not for his fast reflexes.

pillowy arms latch tightly around his slender waist and fluffy ears tickle his abdomen. face nuzzling into his lower stomach, carelessly grazing his groin, you whine, “haitham . . . you’re finally back.”

the smell of his scent mingled with the aroma of the desert warms your senses. leftover speckles of the granular sand on his clothes poke at your skin, and yet you pull him closer.

“I missed you sooooo much.”

he nods, “I’ve returned.”

you tilt up to look at him with your dolly eyes that enamor him. eyes that once belonged to a creature that only sparked his curiosity was now a companion.

his hand rests on your head, careful to put it between your floppy ears. the tip of his fingers scratch and caress the surface and he’s rewarded with your expectant purr.

your tail flits from the bubbling eagerness to receive more of his affection. he recalls his roommate chiding him for not being soft enough with you, but he begged to differ.

reminded of the blonde, he wonders aloud, “is kaveh here?”

al haitham doesn’t make a habit of thinking about the architect, but he’s grown wary. it seemed like kaveh had also fixed his attention to you. a ribbon unfamiliar to al haitham adorns your hair and there could only be one person responsible.

“mhm! he’s in his room.”

eyes run down the curves of your body. his oversized shirt did nothing but define the slopes of your breast and rise above your tail perched above your butt.

“what did I say about your clothes ?”

arms falling to your sides, your lips jut out into a tempting pout. “I know what you said, but I’m wearing panties this time,” you petulantly mumble.

you had a terrible habit of walking around completely bare. while the loose shirt was a step up from complete nudity, he didn't need kaveh to see anything else. he recalls the architect walking in on your naked body on multiple occasions.

“I suppose,” he hums. “still, I’d prefer if he didn’t catch any more glimpses of you.”

you chuckle lightheartedly at the man displaying clear signs of jealousy, but it’s interrupted by a yawn. your head shakes reactively trying to rid your body of the drowsiness and play it off in an effort to fool the scribe into letting you stay up later but, nothing made it past him.

“it is rather late. let’s get you to bed. '' he reaches out to hold your hand, but you don't take it.

head tilted to the side you ask, “I need to take a bubble bath first ! are you gonna come?”

you lean closer to him, fullest parts pressing against his athletic frame in a cute attempt to entice him , but he shakes his head. ever the busiest scribe.

“I have some paperwork to finish and I wanted to catch up on some light reading before I retire for the night .”

your ears droop.

“but–”

your ears perk back up.

“I could help you, if that’s what you want,” he offers.

you instantly spring back to life. “oh yes, please!” you squeal excitedly, grabbing his hand to lead him noisily up the stairs. nearly tripping over yourself, still you drag him to the bathroom.

“be careful,” he scolds, but you just laugh at his tense and worried expression.

shutting the door after you both enter, you hop up on the counter and wait patiently.

al haitham shakes his head, a ghost of a smile forming. he takes off his gloves and rests them on the cluttered sink. this mess was undoubtedly your doing, and he makes a note to bring it up later. he turns on the hot water and when it rises a bit higher, he dips his hand to feel the temperature and he's quick to pull it out. he preferred the water to be much more tepid while you liked it to be boiling.

he senses your eyes on him watching as he pours the vanilla-scented soap into the water waiting for the bubbles to form into clouds.

when he finally turns to face you, he’s met with a bright smile only you could own. not a word was spoken. silence was enough to consume the delicate air between the both of you .

you decide to hop off the counter and pull the cotton t-shirt off your body. al haitham moves to crouch, resting on his knee to pull down your underwear. your hand leans on his shoulder as you take your time to step out of the undergarment.

left foot first and then the right.

you do a little hop when you almost lose your balance, but he steadies you, staring at your bare cunt.

you turn your back to him and he ogles at your ass before standing to his full height. towering over you and standing close behind, you feel his breath grazing your neck. agile fingers sweep your hair towards your shoulder blades, tickling the warmth of your skin to unhook your necklace that acted as a collar. he places the fine jewelry on the sink and extends his arm towards you once more.

you place your hand between his and he leads you to the tub. you submerge yourself completely in the water and al haitham plays with the bubbles before washing you up.

you both use the moment to admire each other's features. gray-ish hair hovers over his eyes that betray no emotion and still you can make out his affections. your gaze trails down to his nose, lips, and wide shoulders. the muscles in his arms flex as he drags the soapy cloth along your body and you bask in the moment before he decides to break the silence.

“what did you do today?” the cloth glides over your chest, easily soothing you.

“nothin’ much. kaveh came home early and he bought me a slice of cake.”

of course he did. kaveh always had a tendency to obsess over pretty things so it was only natural that he’d flock to you– a cute and helpless bunny. ever since this place has equally become your home kaveh wasn’t good at being discreet. his touches lingered for far too long and al haitham became keen on how much time kaveh spent with you while he was away at the akademiya. but he could at least feel secure knowing you were safe.

hybrids, a species often neglected and exploited needed to be protected, and he guessed he could rest easy knowing he had another pair of capable hands to rely on.

“h-haithy !”

your sudden cry lures him out of yet another daydream but this time he’s flustered. he understands the alarm in your eyes when he realizes how close his hand was to your nether regions, crassly nudging your cunt for the past few minutes.

he exhales and sputters at the sight and he’s quick to pull his arm away, but you stop him. it’s the first you’ve seen him taken aback and you want to tease him like he does to you , but you can’t—not when desire engulfs you to the point of ruin.

“n-no ! . . . leave it please ?”

both of your hands tug his further into the water, knees coming closer together around his his limb, just until you feel that graze against heat.

al haitham remains quiet, closely watching your next move to see what you’d do now. your head reclines back to rest on the tile wall, your fingers guide his own to your middle, and with steady humps against his wrist you feel relief that rids that redundant ache.

“. ‘haitham, can we? . . just for a little bit ?”

he didn’t think he could say no even in a light-hearted jest.

you nearly collapse in on yourself when you finally feel him becoming receptive to your inclination.

his fingers feathers at the seam of your lips. instead of making it easy for you, he’d rather give you the tools to bring yourself to your own high. he would only give you a running start.

his palms slide up cupping and then squeezing the plumpness of your cunt. it fits perfectly in his hand, hot and sticky even when submerged under the water. a finger slides down to settle on your clit, circular rubs turn into slow strokes. if you wanted to feel more, you’d have to work for it yourself.

your small hand wraps around his wrists trying to feel more of him. “hnnn . . want them inside, haithy.”

he’s deliberately pressing down on the sensitive bulb hoping to draw out your cute moans, ignoring your simple request. al haitham's gaze is glued to your tummy folding over and your spread legs. between them is perfect pussy spoiled and eager to receive more of his touch.

his digits slide down your outer lips to press down on your hole. probing it, teasing it until it twitches greedily for more. he moves around the orifice collecting slick that struggles to disperse in the water.

“ haitham . . .” you beg. his eyes flicker to your pleading ones. lip tucked under your teeth and brows drawn tight, your chest expands as you greedily suck in air, hips gyrating into his palm hoping for him to satisfy you. “please.”

he smirks and to your luck, two fingers enter and stretch you. long and nimble things your pussy takes the shape of. they scissor and separate to feel the heaviness of your walls clamping down.

“so tight.”

the veins in his flexing arm are prominent. you see the force behind his movements as well as feel it. his biceps bulge while his fingers jerk you to completion . the sounds of you the splashing water and your whiny moans further arouse you

“you’re close to cumming already ?” he provokes. “ from just my fingers, too. it seems I must train you just a bit more.”

the bass in his voice sends a tremor down your spine. his words of encouragement provoke more of your thoughtless pants and the swivel of your hips. just a bit more—more of his knuckles stretching your walls, more of those eyes you fell in love with looking back at you with an unspoken, ravenous haze.

it makes you bashful. your damp bunny ears fall over your eyes, shielding them from his hungry stare.

“oh?” his expression darkens and his tone drips in a taunting and authoritative tone.

“are you hiding from me now ?”

it should make you quiver, but you know him well enough by now. as stoic as he may appear, the caress of your folds tell a different story.

you foolishly part your mouth to audibly confirm but a broken gasp escapes at the coil slowly winding up inside of you.

“you shouldn’t be so shy. wouldn’t you rather see who’s making you writhe? don’t you want to see how you’re fucking my hand like a wild bunny rabbit in heat?”

your hair sticks to your face from the steamy room and the sweat that gleams your skin. you pull your floppy ears away from your eyes and you’re met with the sight of his handsome face. contrary to his expression, the sight before him acted as a fire, melting him into remnants of himself.

his cock twitches against his snug pants, itching to enter your gooey cunt. how well you’d behave— how obedient you’ll be when he seats you on his member and you’ll hop up and down like good bunnies are supposed to.

with how generously your pussy has been tugging on his fingers, he’s more than willing to test that theory.

your eyes are tempted to screw shut but you want to watch. sensing your conflict, al haitham nods in approval to coax you.

“that’s more like it. you’re hard to resist when you’re so obedient.”

his fingers work themselves inside of you, precise thrusts, muscles defined and on display. he’s so . . . big, so filling and you might just lose it.

a prolonged gasp echoes as your thighs squeeze around his muscular arm. the continuous strokes of your sticky walls forces you upright into a sweltering mess. your pussy’s throbbing quickens erratically until he feels the rhythm steady out into a slow pulse— suckles that pulls his digits deeper toward yours sacred spot until you couldn’t anymore.

your senses fail when his thumb rubs your little clit to help drag out your end. you were nothing but a drooly and overstimulated shell of yourself, with meek moans falling from your mouth.

“yeah, that’s a good girl.”

he doesn’t stop milking you. his other hand reaches out to scratch behind your furry ears in praise while you crumble to pieces. he carefully removes his fingers from inside of you and pats your pussy that puffed from his ministrations. it pulsated around nothing—twitching like a bunny’s nose.

“I’d say you’re more than satisfied.”

you’re exhausted and still you nuzzle into his palm. what was once supposed to be a relaxing bath was now a drawn-out session of your dear owner playing with your sore cunt. still he admires your tired and spent state moving to actually get you clean this time.

“let’s get you to bed.”

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tearskillstardust · 2 months

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❝ OF THOUGHT AND BIRTH DIVINE. ❞

↯ synopsis.

◝ the ultimatum is upon you, my darling. it is their word, their law—you may not tear away from what has been bestowed upon you. curse you for the bane of their pride, lotus-eyed and of clever mind. they are gods, greek or roman, whatever you'd like. roses are shaded red as they slowly tear them apart, tearing through all—their final call of action, before it's your turn to be the victim of their thrall.

↯ genre and warnings.

◝ various genshin men as mythological gods. no fixed allocations of fluff, angst etc, everything shall be specified separately. no gore, or 18+ themes. i will not accept any requests regarding including more characters for this series.

↯ author's note.

◝ i will avoid cultural appropriation to every extent, and yet if anything is off-putting or wrong or discriminating, you must notify me at the latest. this is really just a passion project i started some time back but decided to redraft since it was not as beautiful as i'd rather it be. lyney's part will not be reuploaded until further notice. reblogs are highly appreciated!

↯ series tag.

# 🔱of thought and birth divine

↯ find your bane.

❛ and pressed against your skin—my pomegranate lips. ❜

001. 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌—智慧之神。

002. 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐔—結局之神。

003. 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎—死亡之神。

004. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔—惡作劇之神。

005. 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄—水神。

006. 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈—起始之神。

007. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑—奧術智慧之神。

008. 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈—戰神。

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lovelyney · 1 year

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─────DATING THEM !! SUMERU GUYS───────

CHARACTERS: al haitham, cyno, kaveh, tighnari

SCENT: headcanons

WARNINGS: suggestive themes on all of them, LOL.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2023 !! #©LOVELYNEY

꒱₊˚ 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 !! 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𖠵𝟎𝟏: Literally a grouchy old man, LMAO. And I’m not just saying this because of his hair ‹/3

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Almost nobody believed you when you said you were dating Haitham ‹/3 Merely because people thought of him as seeing relationships as a “waste of his time.”

oh, did he prove them wrong as he walked up behind you and kissed your cheek, eyes boring through the back of their heads.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Kaveh didn’t believe him for a second when he said he had a s/o; he had to meet you in person for him to accept it.

“You must be, (NAME). I can’t believe you’re actually real and not some imaginary person Al Haitham made up to make himself feel better. Archons, you’re pretty too. Are you being hypnotized? Forced, maybe?”

“You are testing every last drop of my patience, Kaveh.”

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Incredibly sassy and cocky; he purposefully gets on your nerves, LMAO.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Acts like your overly strict parent rather than your boyfriend sometimes ‹/3

𖠵𝟎𝟔: He isn’t a very touchy person (if at all), however, he doesn’t necessarily mind if you cling to him.

an exception to this is if he’s around other people like Cyno or Dehya. not because he’s ashamed of you or anything, he just rather keep his cool guy persona up and not get teased, LOL.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Gives you his cape without any hesitation whenever you get scared or cold ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟖: “Baby/babe,” “darling,” and “bluebell.”

❝ Oh, welcome back, bluebell. How did your meeting go? I saw you were talking with Cyno. What? No, of course, I’m not jealous. I just don’t trust him with you—both because of our rivalry and because of how. . . enchanting you are. It’s natural for him to want to steal you from me. ❞

𖠵𝟎𝟗: He doesn’t get jealous very often since his trust in you runs strong.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: (↑) However, he will get impatient if you’re not giving him your full-blown attention when he wants it, LMAO.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Flirts with you with literally no shame—doesn’t matter when or where.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Acts annoyed whenever he has to get you out of trouble, but he doesn’t really mind; he’s just worried you’re going to get yourself seriously hurt one of the times.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Often pulls you in his lap whenever he’s reading or studying something—letting you fumble with one of his hands as he continues doing whatever.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: God forbid anyone hurts you or says something bad. He will either obliterate them or humiliate them horribly.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Whenever he goes to hold your hand, he’ll always bring his lips to your inner wrist ‹3

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Let’s say you were with him and Aether when traversing to Aeru Village when Cyno tried to uh. . . ambush him. He immediately pushed you behind him.

“Haitham, stop glaring at Cyno. I’m sure he didn’t expect me to be there.”

“He could’ve seriously hurt you, (NAME). That is a matter I do not take lightly, and you know that.”

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Always has his hand resting on you (mostly on your thigh) when you two are in a meeting.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: You’ve had a few encounters where people selling Canned Knowledge tried to threaten you for Haitham’s whereabouts, and boy when he finds out, he is far from pleased.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Listen,,,, LISTEN. He probably fucks you in Kaveh’s bed, LMAO.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: He says he helped out for “his own personal reasons.” However, when he found out what the Akademiya was doing, his thoughts wandered to you and how you were doing.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Probably tugs on your lower lip when he pulls away from kissing you.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: He’s a tad emotionally constipated ‹/3 Try to be patient with him.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Arguments with him are a pain in the ass cause he thinks he knows everything 😑Bitch, maybe you should know a therapist.

he’s also one try to provoke and make you flustered in arguments.

꒱₊˚ 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎 !! 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒

𖠵𝟎𝟏: Cyno is quite literally your personal bodyguard ‹/3

𖠵𝟎𝟐: God, you two definitely play TCG together !! Your first few games, he tried so hard to go easy on you, LMAO; man’s is competitive ‹/3

after that. . . however, he uses that as an excuse whenever you beat his ass; LMAO.

“How did you so effortlessly wipe out my perfect deck? What do you know that I don’t?”

“Cyno, I love you, but maybe your ‘perfect’ deck isn’t so perfect if you keep losing.”

“I—I told you. . . I just was going easy on you this time. I don’t normally play like this.”

“Yeah, that sounds just as believable as all the other 10 times you’ve said it.”

𖠵𝟎𝟑: He was initially so awkward around you; Tighnari had to be his wingman because he quite literally wouldn’t get anywhere without his guidance, LMAO.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Another one where people didn’t believe that you were dating him; he came behind them and was like “🤨”

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Looks out for you 24/7 !! His mom-boyfriend mode turns on whenever you get in his line of vision, LMAO.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Always questions if you’re taking proper care of yourself; he will not have you neglecting yourself in any way, shape, or form.

“(NAME) you haven’t moved from this spot since I’ve left—that was four hours ago. Have you eaten at all? No? I figured as much; now, come on and get up. I’m making food and you’re putting down that paper.”

𖠵𝟎𝟕: When you first met Al Haitham, you literally thought Cyno was going to start barking with how he guarded you.

HAITHAM: “Oh? You must be Cyno’s significant other, (NAME), right? Hm, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Al Haitham, your boyfriend’s assassination target. I’m sure he’s told you about me.”

“Why in all of Teyvat would I mention anything of you to (NAME)? Given that I'm in love with them, I'd rather not drive them mad by discussing you with them.”

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Definitely teaches some of his intimidation and fighting techniques to you so that you can properly protect yourself.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: “Doll,” “(sweet) dove,” and “love/love-bug.”

❝ Oh? Welcome back, dove. How come you look so worn out? Did someone give you trouble on your way back? Oh, you don’t say. Did you apply some of the techniques I told you? Yeah? Heh, that’s my girl/boy. ❞

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Always keeps a watchful eye on you wherever he goes, especially on the more dangerous missions you set out on.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Similar to Haitham, people normally steer clear of messing with you because you’re the General Mahamatra’s s/o, but also will purposely do so because of that reason.

“They did what to you? You’re kidding. . . Doll, you don’t happen to remember how they look, do you? Or the direction they went in? In no way am I letting this go unpunished. They can threaten me all they like, but getting you involved is crossing the line with me.”

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Whenever he’s working on paperwork, he’ll always pull you on his lap without second thought—absentmindedly drumming his fingers against your thigh when he’s deep in thought.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: He loves your fingers through his hair ‹3 Especially when you slightly scratch his scalp—it’s one of the things that truly relaxes him.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Thrives in intimate moments between you two ‹3 I mean bathing together, make-out sessions, sex.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: I can see him being a jealous/possessive type. ESPECIALLY if you’re laughing at the person’s jokes. that sets off a fire in him he never knew he had.

sometimes he’ll actually just walk up to you, grab your hand, and drag you away from whoever you’re talking to. and sneak you away into an alleyway to make out with you.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: He will so nonchalantly say things that fluster you and then act confused why you’re so red.

“Love? Why did you grow so quiet all of the sudden? Did I say something wrong?”

“Cyno, you literally just said if it weren’t for everyone being here, you’d have me pushed against the wall.”

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Loves whenever you’re sleeping on top of him; he relishes in your body heat.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Always grabs your chin before kissing you; if he wants to kiss you, he’s kissing you, LMAO.

he's a strangely good kisser. . . he's rough with his kisses, but he's also incredibly passionate with them.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Very awkward when he’s comforting you; the one thought that sticks to his mind is: “who dare hurt the only one love? I swear on Lessor Lord Kusanali, they will receive the most cruelest judgment.”

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Loves whenever you’re working out in the desert so he can see you all sweaty.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Has a weird adoration for your shoulder blades and collarbone; it’s where he loves to leave his marks.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: Always slips his cape around your shoulders whenever you fall asleep on him or while you’re working.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: If your legs are tired after walking for a while, you can guarantee Cyno will carry you the way back 😭 (Mom, I love him, can I pls have his hand in marriage.)

𖠵𝟐𝟒: Surprisingly clingy, in public and not. he doesn’t really care what people think of him, so he’ll love on you as he wishes.

𖠵𝟐𝟓: (↑) One of his favorites is holding your hand !! He loves how soft and small yours feels compared to his.

𖠵𝟐𝟔: Always gives you a kiss before he or you leaves (: Doesn’t matter who’s in the room.

“(Sighs.) Be careful out there, okay, doll? I love you.”

HAITHAM: “How disgustingly sweet…”

“At least someone loves me, Al Haitham.”

HAITHAM: “…excuse me?”

𖠵𝟐𝟕: His favorite places to kiss you is your collarbone, the backs of your hands, and your neck.

𖠵𝟐𝟖: Smiles against your lips whenever he kisses you and HDJDJDKD.

𖠵𝟐𝟗: He is a great secret keeper !! and he's also very non-judgmental. He'll take whatever you say to him to his grave.

𖠵𝟑𝟎: Also a wonderful person to gossip too because he always has a stoic expression, lol.

𖠵𝟑𝟏: Incredibly cheesy and stupid pickup lines </3 Tighnari prays for you every day.

꒱₊˚ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇 !! 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𖠵𝟎𝟏: An incredibly dramatic hopeless romantic. (Me, LMAO.)

𖠵𝟎𝟐: A literal koala when it comes to you; he’s attached to your hip 24/7 when he’s available. Al Haitham questions your taste in men. (He’s secretly happy that Kaveh’s so happy with you.)

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Would probably do anything and everything for you ?? He’s literally like a lost puppy dog without you.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: You’re number one gossip partner !! He loves to gossip, but he always promises to keep whatever you say to him in between the two of you.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: A big cuddle bug !! Especially after work or in the earlier mornings. It’s nearly impossible to pry him off you in the mornings. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Likes to hug you from behind whenever you cook. That way he can smell the delicious food and relish in your warmth.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: “Angel,” “baby/babe,” “mi amor/amor,” “my love/love,” “sweetheart” and probably like a thousand more.

❝(NAME)! Thank the dendro archon, you’re here! You won’t believe the attitude Al Haitham gave me today! I told him how we started dating, and get this. . . He didn’t believe me! Can you believe that? So, therefore, I’m taking you to meet him tomorrow to prove it! Then we’ll see who’s laughing now!❞

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Needs reassurance that he’s enough for you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Kisses everywhere !! His favorite places are right beneath your ears, the inside of your wrists and of course, your lips.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: (↑) A feisty kisser !! He can get needy after long times without seeing you. (Deeper kisses, hands clutching you a bit more tightly, whining.)

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Get’s jealous prettyyy easily. . . Especially if it’s around Al Haitham or anyone he thinks is better than him ☹️

“Hey! Find your own lover to hit on, jackass! This one’s mine!”

𖠵𝟏𝟐: (↑) If the flirting or stares are continuous, he’ll beg you to let him mark you just so that it’s something when he’s not there. With enough puppy eyes and begging, you’ll let him. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Loves making out with you. He also can’t keep his hands off you no matter what. His hands are always busy when he’s kissing you.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Dreams about the day where he gets to design his and your baby’s room. ☹️☹️☹️☹️.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Likes to drag you to the group’s TCG hangouts. They don’t mind, not unless he won’t shut up about you or is showing immense amounts of PDA. 😭😭

𖠵𝟏𝟔: (↑) Speaking of PDA. . . He loves it, especially if you’re the one to initiate it.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Tries to hide it, but he gets super worried about you when you’re not around. . . One of his biggest fears is losing you.

꒱₊˚ 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 !! ��𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑

𖠵𝟎𝟎: I love this sassy fox sm omg 😡😡

𖠵𝟎𝟏: As I just said, Tighnari is incredibly sassy, LMAO. He was when you first met; he is now when you two are dating ‹/3 although his sass is more manifested in a loving way towards you.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: He lives to tease you—both flirtatiously and not. He loves to watch your expression shift and face flush.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Fennec foxes mate for life, so there’s no escaping him when you’re together ‹/3

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Will always subconsciously wrap his tail around your waist or thigh whenever you’re standing close to him.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: (↑) Whenever you’re going out somewhere, he’ll always brush his tail against you multiple times; it’s his way of scenting you.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Flirty !! Like surprisingly flirty—and like Cyno, he doesn’t do it without much thought. He loves to see your face redden because of his comments.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Obviously, being best friends with Collei !! You always spend lots of time with her whenever he’s being petty—which is all the time 🙄

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Speaking of Collei, she thinks you two are the cutest together ): She loves asking him or you how you two are doing !! You’ve basically adopted her.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Brings you home lots of different jewels or plants from the expeditions he goes on, then gives you an entire lecture on what type is it and how to take care of it 😭😭

𖠵𝟏𝟎: “Cutie,” “(little) kit,” “(my) butterfly,” “(my) flower,” “rose/rosebud,” “sunflower,” or “sweetheart.”

❝ You’re finally back. . . Where exactly have you been all day, rosebud? Hm? With Collei, you say? And you didn’t care to tell me? You had me worrying like a madman all day, you lummox! Don’t roll your eyes at me! You know how much I love and care about you. Don’t play dumb with me, kit. I make my love for you very apparent, do I not? ❞

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Any stupid decision or antic you make is never unnoticed by Tighnari, LMAO. He’ll always give you a 10-minute lecture as he’s bandaging you. he is your mom-boyfriend.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Despite his sarcastic nature, it’s apparent to anyone in Gandhara Ville how his voice softens when talking to you or how his ears always perk at the mention of your name ‹3

𖠵𝟏𝟑: He loves speaking of your accomplishments to others !! As I said, he is your mom-boyfriend 🫶🫶

CYNO: “So, how’s (NAME) doing? You haven’t talked them to death, have you?”

“Oh, (NAME)? They’re doing alright, I believe. Did they tell you that they finally perfected their flower revival process? Gosh, they’ve been trying for months, and they finally got it just last week. The joy in their eyes as they showed me was unmatchable, Cyno. And…” doesn’t stop talking for 10 minutes.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: He’s very clingy in the mornings !! He’ll latch onto you and won’t let you go until he himself gets up.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: You’re the only one privileged to pet his ears and tail !! He even lets you brush them !! He thinks your focused expression is oh-so-cute ‹3

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Goes on high alert whenever he smells another guy’s scent on you.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Purrs whenever you scratch at the base of his ears; he melts right into your arms.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Hates seeing you upset because he feels incredibly helpless ): Especially if you’re fighting against your own emotions and/or thoughts.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Adores leaving marks on places that’re visible to the public eye. He hates sharing you but bares with it by marking his territory (you.)

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Takes really good care of you when you’re sick, having the best remedies and making the best food; however, he will not shut up—tread carefully, LOL.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Being a respectful person, he won’t normally result to violence if he hears someone disrespecting you. He will humiliate them in every way he can, though.

“What did I hear you say about (NAME)? That they’re talentless, correct? Did you know they can completely bring plants back to life? No, of course, you didn’t. And what have you done, hm? Didn’t you mistake poison ivy for mint leaves one time? Would you like me to recite that incident word for word for you? No? Then I’d advise you to keep my lover’s name out of your mouth.”

𖠵𝟐𝟐: He’s very patient with you !! If you’re struggling with something, he will go over it with you as many times as you’d like.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Likes to take you with on his ranger’s duties so you can’t get yourself hurt. Or so that nobody can get too close to you.

𖠵𝟐𝟒: He’s the type to get angry at you whenever you put yourself in danger—his worry of losing you manifests into anger.

𖠵𝟐𝟓: Whenever he senses danger, his tail will wrap around your waist and he’ll pull you closer against his side.

𖠵𝟐𝟔: Protects and guards you as if you were his actual kit.

𖠵𝟐𝟕: Loves to hold your hand whenever you two are out—giving it a gentle tug if you were to wander too far from his side.

𖠵𝟐𝟖: Whenever he teaches you archery, he’ll always kiss your cheek before pulling away from you, laughing if you were to get flustered and mess up.

𖠵𝟐𝟗: He acts kinda blandly whenever receiving gifts from you, but he guards them with his life 😭 He finds it really cute whenever you bring him something that reminded you of him.

𖠵𝟑𝟎: Since his days are usually spent patrolling the forests and researching, he tries to make every date of yours count and perfect; he feels guilty he isn’t with you very often.

𖠵𝟑𝟏: If you’re resting on him while he’s working, he will do everything he can to ensure you stay asleep—glaring at anyone who’s being too noisy.

𖠵𝟑𝟐: Before you nap or go to sleep, he’ll always make your bed and fluff up the pillows to make sure you rest comfortably ‹3

𖠵𝟑𝟑: Has a dedicated notebook filled with stuff about you: your likes, dislikes, habits, etc.

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mirangel · 9 months

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HII RANN ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I REQUESTED SOMETHING SOOO LIKE CAN YOU DO ALHAITHAM X HYBRID READER X KAVEH AND LIKE THE READERS IN HEAT LOLOLOL

(I suffer from an unclean mind 😂😂)

monthly heat !

cw: gn!reader, hybrid!reader, heat, slightly omegaverse-y, polyam, kavetham here and there, praise, overstim, degradation, double pounding, dumbification

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you can’t help but drown yourself in the overwhelming feeling of your heat. you practically raided your two roommates’ closets in order to prepare for this after all, but nothing could come close to the two men’s presence themselves. you could hardly breathe, grinding yourself in your beloved architect’s silk pillow, while you bury your face into your scribe’s clothing, begging to no one in particular for them to come home quicker, for them to come home and satisfy your needs. luckily for you however, they came home earlier than they both expected, and they were greeted to a beautiful sight of you humping kaveh’s pillow, while drowning your entire senses in alhaitham’s clothes.

“my… how naughty of you, to be playing with yourself while we’re away.” alhaitham sneers, pinning himself above your needy body while kaveh moves his body next to yours, rubbing the small of your back with his slender hand, using the other hand to rest his head on his fist, a gentle smile on his face. “alhaitham dear, this poor thing’s in heat! we should take care of them, it’s our duty as their mate after all!” the blond chirps, giving a small peck on the other’s cheek before unzipping his pants, with the other following suit shortly.

kaveh is a much kinder man, who treats you like glass as he presses kisses on your body as he mumbles sweet praises into your ear. he tells you how much you fit him perfectly when he slots himself inside of you, how beautiful you look underneath him, moaning when he takes you entirely, encouraging your moans that slip out of your mouth, coaxing you to go further, “tell me what you need, dear bunny.” he coos, caressing your cheek with his hand as he thrusts himself deeper into you.

alhaitham is much rougher, who treats you like the animal you are when he brings you to your peak over and over, he’ll bring you the satisfaction you deserve, despite what his other partner says, he’ll treat you as rough as you want him to go. “my, you little slut, if i had known you’d want this sooner i could’ve fucked you as hard as you want.” he grins, prodding a sensitive spot inside you that makes your legs curl around his waist.

the two of them together are like two devils in disguise, they find ways to satisfy you in unison without even giving each other more than a single glance and a nod, their two cocks pounding your hole with delicacy and toughness in one mixed setting, their ragged breaths in your ear as they mumble and moan about how you good you feel. you can hardly think, but that’s okay, you’re content being like this. your heat may be temporary, but their love for you is eternal.

ok!! i had this marinating in my inbox for a while and unfortunately for me! i am drunk off my shit writing this so this may be poorly written i am so sorry haha

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tenderfxck · 1 year

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al haitham is dreaming. he's- he's sure of it.

why else would that secretary he's been harboring some not-so-pure feelings for be bending over right in front of him, her little skirt riding up and over the swell of her ass just enough to see a full show of what cute panties might lay hidden beneath.

except there was nothing under that tight skirt. she. . .

she wasn't wearing anything.

al haitham had the perfect view of two full pussy lips squished so beautifully between the seam of her plush thighs from his desk.

thoughts of planting himself behind her and sliding his cock right into that pretty little cunt almost immediately barged their way into his mind, evicting any other logical thought that may have resided there until this moment. he couldn't possibly look away, liquid heat rushing to his gut at the idea of fucking her doggy-style against the bookshelf she was sorting through right now.

he wasn't sure whether to promote or fire whoever requested those research articles she was now gathering from the large cabinet right in front of his desk. she seems oblivious to al haitham's current ordeal, however. and he was uncertain if she was aware of the revealing position she put herself in. maybe it was just laundry day.

or perhaps, haitham thought, feeling his cock twitch to life even more, she never wears panties. . .

oh, archons.

so now al haitham just has to be patient. he'll sit there, heart hammering away, staring at that tight-looking pussy taunting him from across the room until she's finished her business and takes leave of his office.

he won't breathe a word to her except for a simple request. just for her to close the door on her way out, so as soon as it clicks shut he can pull his cock out and relieve himself of this burning need currently laid weeping against his thigh and straining tight in his pants.

but for now she still sorts through documents, and al haitham will continue burning this sight in his memory to use for many, many lonely nights to come.

#on purpose? that's for you to decide #i was pussy whipped writing this ill admit #i saw an up skirt shot and the rest was history #useless bisexual #tender thoughts #al haitham smut #alhaitham smut #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x y/n #alhaitham x y/n #al haitham x you #alhaitham x you #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #afab reader #also can you believe i didnt post something at 3am???

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luxthestrange · 7 months

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G.I Incorrect Quotes#35 Pretty Silly person privileges

Cyno: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Y/n: I-It was me...

Cyno: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance...Are you hungry?

Y/n*Sniffles and nods*

Cyno: I will bring you something to eat...

Y/n:...Pay up handsome*Holds a grabby palm*

Alhaitham*Popping from his hiding place and gives you...An enormous amount of mora*...Be honest how much profit do you get for taking the fall?

Y/n:...Feeding bottomless Paimon is no easy task handsome

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin cyno #genshin alhaitham #cyno x reader #cyno x y/n #al haitam x reader #al haitham x y/n #genshin fluff #genshin paimon #genshin incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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yuutx · 3 months

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! (𝒜𝐿𝐻𝒜𝐼𝒯𝐻𝒜𝑀)

al haitham x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. praise kink. pussy slapping/pussy spanking (?) . creampie. clit rubbing + pinching. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

more alhaithammm ! i know i just recently wrote a fic about him but . . . i just can't get enough. also plsss give me some suggestions on what character i should write for next,, im a little stuck lol ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

The slap resounded through the room, the sting of his palm against your aching cunt leaving you breathless. A moan escaped you, your head thrown back, hips canting down towards him, seeking more of the sweet, delicious friction that accompanied the sharp sting. The heat that settled between your thighs was nearly unbearable, your entire body alight with pleasure as he thrust into you, each snap of his hips sending you hurtling closer and closer to the precipice of your own pleasure. Your cunt throbbed, your belly tightening with the promise of release, the tell-tale signs that your climax was approaching. You could hardly contain the gasps and whimpers that fell from your lips, a steady stream of sounds and noises, a lewd cacophony of the sweet, delicious pleasure the man above you was providing you with.

He grunted, his brows furrowing with the effort of fucking into you, his hands gripping your hips as he guided your pussy down his cock, the way you fluttered around him so, so sinfully good. The slap of skin meeting skin rang out through the room, the sounds of your slick squelching with the force of his thrusts and the lewd noises of him fucking into you a melody to his ears. You were absolutely drenched, your arousal coating his cock and pelvis, the evidence of just how much you loved him dripping onto the sheets below you. He groaned, the sound deep and throaty, his head tilting forward to watch the way you took his cock, how your cunt swallowed him up.

His palm met the wet heat of your pussy once more, and the shock that rippled through you had you crying out, a moan tumbling from your lips. You jolted with every strike to your clit, your cunt clenching around him and only serving to spur him on. Your eyes fluttered shut, and he clicked his tongue, displeased by your disobedience.

"Look at me." He commanded, and the sheer force of his voice had your eyes snapping open, your gaze meeting his. He smirked, the look in his eyes positively sinful, his fingers coming to pinch your clit as he continued to drive into you. The pressure that had been steadily building inside you began to crest, the promise of an orgasm looming just out of reach. Your eyes were locked on his, the look of pure, unadulterated bliss written on your features driving him absolutely wild. He leaned forward, his nose brushing against yours as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss.

"Cum for me, sweet girl. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock. I want to feel you fall apart." He whispered against your lips, the sensual cadence of his words sending you spiraling. His pace picked up, his hand working furiously at your clit, his fingers pressing against the sensitive nub just the way he knew you liked it. The way he spoke to you, the low, gravelly quality of his voice as he encouraged you, had your body trembling. You were so close, the tight coil of pleasure in your stomach winding ever tighter, and you chased after your high, desperate for the mind-numbing bliss he was so readily giving you.

Your hips bucked desperately, your body trembling with the force of your oncoming orgasm. Your walls fluttered around him, your body tightening, and his mouth descended upon yours again, swallowing up your moans as you came. You cried out, the intensity of the pleasure too much for you, your cunt convulsing and your back arching. You came with a sob, your climax washing over you, the feeling unlike anything else. Alhaitham's movements grew erratic, his thrusts stuttering as he followed you into oblivion, a low groan spilling from his lips as his release crashed over him. His seed spurted inside you, hot and thick, his hips stilling as he filled you up. You sighed, your body slumping, the pleasure making you feel boneless, sated, and absolutely blissful.

"Such a good girl for me." He cooed, his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. He pulled out of you, the drag of his cock along your sensitive walls causing you to whimper. You winced as he pulled out, your cunt aching, the sensitivity too much. He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

"Oh? Painful already?"

You flushed, unable to form a response. His hand caressed the wet folds of your pussy, and he chuckled at the way you flinched.

"Poor thing," He said, the smirk on his lips betraying his true intentions. "Perhaps you shouldn't have been such a naughty girl then, hm?"

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danijaci · 11 months

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language barrier w/ al haitham

in which the reader wants to hear what a foreign language sounds like (part 2) w/ an unexpected guest?

part 1

part 3

#genshin impact #art #my art #fanart #原神 #alhaitham #kaveh #(y/n)#character x y/n #genshin x reader #al haitham x reader #al haitham x y/n #genshin x gender neutral reader

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t4rt4gl14 · 1 year

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hello are your requests open??🥺🥺

can i request a professor diluc with his favorite student?? wherein after class, he bends you over his knee, punishing you for failing subject?? like feral diluc?? overstimulating and edging?? spanking too?? then degradation?? he won't make you cum until you get a passing score on his next quiz?? only if you can tho, thank you!!

✰ professional guide on how to get A+ ✰

⚠︎ diluc/al haitham. ( separately )

⍰ [ fem!reader ]. tummy bulge. breeding/creampie. vaginal fingering. petnames. praise/degradation. overstimulation/edging. squirting.. cervix fucking. use of ‘sir’ and ‘professor’. size kink. dacryphilia. semi-public sex. rough sex. cl1t slapping.

☆ y’all i swear i ain’t dead, i had the biggest writers block ever 💀 but i’m back :)) enjoy 😘

PROFESSOR DILUC…asking you to stay behind after class, patiently waiting for all the other students to leave. eyeing your body and calmly asking to sit on his lap. “well y/n care to explain? your grades seem to be falling..quite suddenly; any reason?”, you can barely look him im the eye, blushing and looking away. your excuse was pathetic, “i didn’t revise, i’m sorry professor”, “didn’t revise hm? let’s revise now then.”, ordering you bend over his knee and asking you various questions. “i’ll ask you similar questions, you won’t get your relief till you answer correctly…question 1..”. these questions were surreal! they weren’t even in the test and being unable to get any correct- it all led to you turning into a twitching mess, ass printed a light red, cunt oozing and contracting around nothing. soso desperate for your professors cock. “professor! m’sorry!! m’so so sorry- wanna cum! mngh!~”, he simply denied and kept spanking along with edging you, slender fingers reaching deep inside; occasionally prodding your sweet spot. “sluts like you don’t deserve to cum”, he scoffs, denying your release. well it is nice reminder to revise next time <33

SIR AL-HAITHAM…railing your brains out after detention, “your grades were disastrous, perhaps today’s detention will remind you to revise”. cock ramming in and out of your gooey insides, moans and mewls muffled with his fingers in your mouth, immediately shutting you up when his hand slid to slap your clit. you were sure he was reaching your cervix with the bulge that formed with each thrust. constantly hitting your sweet spot; causing you to cum over and over again, tightening around his cock only eggs him on to breed you, fill your sweet pussy with his cum. “shh it’s okay keep quiet for me? good girl mmngh!~ fuck a-ah~”, you were in complete bliss, coating the floor and your thighs in slick. eyes rolling back in shocks of pleasure, “so sensitive! m’so sensitive sir!~ oh-angh!~”, creating a complete mess whilst he smears your gummy walls with his seed. he promised you’ll get a better reward if you pass your next exam ! <33

TAGGING: @lex-lee-666 + @kxisuke + @leathernourishingshoepolish + @currysrealm + @stygianoir + @shizunxie

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hwaitham · 7 months

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𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓷 ⋆ ࣪˖ 𓂃𓋜

al haitham x f!reader . sfw . established relationship ﾉ fluff + suggestive ﾉ reader is smaller than haitham ﾉ kaveh!! ૮꒰ིྀ˶꜆´˘`꜀˶꒱ིྀა

"someone's up rather early."

al haitham's kitchen is teeming with light when he walks in on saturday morning: the pots hanging from the ceiling catching the sunshine from the open window (ting! ting!), the blue flame on the gas burner that billows out along the bottom of the stone pan that rests atop it, and you.

the warmest, softest light of them all, standing there by the stove in your—his—shirt, silk strings of an apron cinched into a messy bow at your waist as you busy yourself with frothing the masala chai, turn to face your lover when his voice reaches your ears and welcome him with a cheery, "g'mornie! breakfast's gonna be ready soon."

darling angel, little sunspot in the corner of his mind.

he hums sleepily, making his way behind you and draping his broad frame over your smaller one, strong arms curled around your waist and tenderly squeezing your ribs, chin propped on your head before he leans down to nuzzle his nose into your hair—sweet and sun-warmed.

you don't need to tilt your head up to know al haitham is keeping a watchful eye as you split even volumes of the chai into three mugs, stir a tablespoon of sugar into two of them. spread ghee over the hot stone pan and wait for it to sizzle before you pour on a ladle full of dosa batter.

had it been a few months prior, you would've felt nerves from tip to toe, afraid of his silent judgement—yet here you stand now, blooming like a rose under his gaze.

it's one that's caring, tender, when he gently reminds you to watch your fingers as you're cutting an onion and to flip over the dosa so it doesn't burn.

"dosa and chai for breakfast? you spoil me."

you open your mouth to reply, but the words leave your throat as a garbled mess of stutters and little hums when al haitham surprises you with lazy kisses fluttered over your cheek, and then your jaw, trailing southbound of your neck to your décolletage.

"haitham, stoppp!" you burst into a lovely little peal of giggles when he nips at your skin—playfully, hungrily—pushing your rear back into him and shrugging your shoulders in a failed attempt to get him off you. "what if kaveh sees?"

"then he sees."

his voice is low and nonchalant, but he only holds onto you tighter, protectively, digging his arms further into your ribs as if to remind you that he's already made his home there, that he's staked his claim.

"if the sight of me loving on you drives him out of the house faster, then i may just have to do it more often."

"you meanie." you quip back and stick your tongue out at him as you transfer the crisp dosa onto a plate, reaching for the bowl of batter to make another.

a squeak escapes you before you can do so, because your lover is tilting your chin up with his finger and finally giving you a kiss where it should be given, sucking and licking at your lips, wiping a bubbled bead of his saliva off the corner with his thumb.

it's rare for your haitham to get like this—outwardly clingy with his touch, but you know him well enough to understand why he's displaying such behaviour.

"you're not still jealous from last night, are you?"

ah, yes.

last night.

celebrations at lambad's tavern after al haitham's successful demotion from acting grand sage to mere scribe—celebrations in the manner of a feast of delicacies, followed by innumerable rounds of genius invokation tcg, and concluded with pints upon pints of beer; one for the master (al haitham), one for the dame (you), and one too many for the roommate who swilled them without restraint (kaveh).

and what a sight to behold was the kshahrewar architect—your bestest friend—at the end of the night.

blonde braid mussed and his clips somehow finding their way into your hair, hiccuping and sniffling and pockets emptied beyond belief, trailing at your feet like a puppy and slathering you with sweet words and blubbering drunkenly on your shoulder:

you're so pretty, you're so kind, i really don't understand why you'd entertain a romance from someone of the likes of al haitham... i can assure you, if he doesn't get down on one knee soon, then somebody else definitely will!!

"me, jealous of kaveh? what a joke." your haitham scoffs, burying his face in your hair to hide the irritated pout on his face.

"that sounds an awful lot like something someone who is jealous would say."

"'m not jealous."

"i don't think i believe—a-ah!"

you're cut off all of a sudden—him growling into your temple and tugging you back firmly into his chest, arms unraveling from your waist to weave his fingers between your own, drawing your attention away from breakfast as he lays his love heavy on you with heated kisses to the shell of your ear, nipping and tugging and seemingly overcome with some form of carnal desire.

"i'm—" your knees wobble and knock together when he licks at a particularly sensitive spot, caging you against the kitchen countertop and leaving physical manifestations of his love over the fragile skin of your neck.

and then it becomes awfully hot in al haitham's kitchen on saturday morning, despite the stovetop now turned off and chai no longer steaming, the sun hiding behind a cloud and covering his eyes to allow you and your lover the privacy you deserve.

"i need to make breakfast—i-i'm busy, haitham..."

he hums in dismissal of your protests, mindlessly thumbing at your ring finger before he bunches your shirt up past your hips, lowers himself onto a knee and kisses up the back of your thigh—touches once possessive, greedy, now softening and sweetening into something more reverent and devoted.

"as am i."

#𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 ⑅˚˖ ݁ ˓ ෆ #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham fluff #genshin x reader #al haitham x you #al haitham x y/n #< haithie 3

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bunicate · 2 months

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Alhaitham making his little sister ride her stuffed toy for him! grinding her pussy on one of her favourites as she whines about how it’s gonna ruin her favourite stuffie!

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི incest. infantilization. handjob. brief blowjob. pillow humping / 18+

“this is so unfair .”

you’d cross your arms if they weren’t currently occupied. reluctantly, one hand knits into the bedsheets to keep yourself in place. the other commits to slow sensual strokes of his cock, timed with the messy ruts of your pussy, defacing the once pale pink bunny.

the innocent stuffed animal with beady eyes, now the color of mulberry from your arousal, was ruined. if you didn’t know your big brother so well, you’d easily miss the subtle flicker of mirth in his blue-green eyes.

“how is it unfair? I'm playing with you just as you asked.”

you narrow your eyes at him, but its merely an undignified expression when the stuffed bunny's hard nose pokes your clit.

“t-this is not — hmmph— what I meant.”

his eyes lower and the side of his lip upturns. it’s not audible, but he’s laughing at you. you’re certain of it, and his cock only hardens in your grasp.

“y’got me ruining mr.cuddles. . .” you grumble.

“I can buy you another.”

a curse dies on the tip of your tongue just as frustration settles from his retort. the last thing you want is to add to your torment. as promising as it could be, al haitham had an immeasurable amount of self-control.

he’d wring your little cunt dry, and you don’t think you could handle much more of his teasing, but god, the poor creature was soiled.

you know how much embarrassing you arouses him and you sure don’t miss the pre-cum that deliciously clumps at the tip of his member. you know it’s at your expense because he throbs within your palm.

his fingers, veiny and all encompassing, cup the back of your head, slightly tugging at the roots of your hair.

it doesn’t hurt, but there’s enough pressure to signal his intolerance of your potential defiance.

“enlighten me. tell me what you meant.”

your head lolls back, staring at the scribe with tears blurring your vision. you thumb his tip and whine when you feel a dollop of his warm seed land on your thigh.

“when you told me you wanted to play, let me guess . . . did you mean on . . . my cock ?”

theres a swirl of something you can only describe as unadulterated desperation at his show of mockery. there’s a sardonic glint as he soaks in how pretty you look jerking him off.

you nod stiffly. “u-uh huh.”

but he only feigns pity.

“that’s too bad, isn’t it ?” he reaches down to grip your backside. he lifts you slightly and sees crystal strings of wetness connecting from your cunt to poor mr.cuddles.

“look at that mess,” the scribe whispers, and that only fuels your need to bury yourself under your sheets.

“this isn’t what you wanted and yet, you’re dripping . . .” he shakes his in farce disappointment, “but nevertheless, let’s problem solve.”

he lets go of you to stop your hand from stroking his leaking member.

he firmly grabs himself, pumping his swollen cock slowly — roughly, until a pretty coat of pre-cum envelops his tip.

he points his throbbing appendage towards your mouth, pressing it towards your quivering lips. he wipes his head messily around the surface until trails of slick begins to glisten.

you physically resist the urge to suck and swallow even when the faint taste of salt drips on your tongue.

there’s a deep hum when you meet his wanton stare.

“would you have more fun if I put my cock in your little mouth instead ?”

you mewl. god, you can smell him. it’s a rich and musky scent mingled with a woodsy vanilla.

your mouth collects spit as he continues to drag his fat tip down the seam of your plump lips.

his cock is just as pretty as the rest of him. it’s wide with an odd number of veins running down his length. it wilts from its own weight despite being so hard.

his eyes glaze over, chuckling before he answers for you, “yeah, of course you would,” he murmurs. “you’d suck it just like how you suck those lollipops.”

al haitham rubs at your scalp, dragging your head so his member slides against the opening of your mouth. by now, you’re panting like needy pup with your tongue lapping up the underside of his cock.

“what if —“ his eyes flicker down to between your thighs, “I put it right here ?”

his fingers skillfully slide past your overstimulated clit to nestle in your little hole. you breathe out a loud sigh of relief when they slowly sink in, stretching your tight walls.

“h-haithy. . .” your mouth parts as meek cries fall from your sweet lips, breath fanning his dick.

“oh, what cute sounds. is this what you want ?”

“mhm. . . I dooooo,” you drawl.

your hand tangles around his wrist. it was a brave action, but he didn’t seem to mind. you were insatiable at this point as you unabashedly hump his thick fingers, chasing your own pleasure.

“I wan’ it, h-haithy. need your cock inside me.”

slick sticks to your thighs and your cunt audibly squeezes around his digits until he suddenly halts his movement.

“what do you do when you want something ?”

you sniffle, “u-use my big girl words.”

al haitham gives you a subtle look of approval.

“precisely.”

he falls silent, giving you a chance to speak but you remain hushed at first. rather, you’d let your actions allow him to draw his own conclusions.

you pull away to position yourself on your back, his fingers slipping out of your warmth.

he watches you closely, anticipating your next move.

your arms come behind your knees, revealing both of your pretty holes. delicate fingers part your puffy folds like pages of his books, displaying the gaping hole he was moments away from fucking.

with pursed lips and gleaming eyes, you ask just like how he taught you.

“big brother . . . can you please make me cum on your cock ?”

your tight pussy clenches around nothing, pushing out a stringy rivulet of creamy white.

there’s a crack in his composure.

al haitham effortlessly pulls his shirt over his head. his strong abdomen on display flexes with every breath he takes. it’s intimidating how stalks towards you, inching towards the bed with purpose.

he’s eager to mount you, his sweet little sister with a perfect ass, and a fat wet cunt he’d milk over and over again.

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Hii!

I love your blogg! Can I request a hcs of Alhaitham , Kaveh, Childe, Dainsleif, Kazuha and Neuvilette with fem!reader where she developed a habit of cutting them off midsentence with a kiss, just to tease them hehe

✎ COCOA LOVE ... al haitham, kaveh, childe, dainsleif, kazuha, neuvillette

hi anon! that's an amazing idea except that i want to change it a bit, if you wouldn't mind— how successful would you be if you tried to peck them randomly and get away with it, in varied levels of success.

— fem!reader, established relationship au, modern!au in dain's part; no tw, slighly suggestive

✧ AL HAITHAM— complete failure.

five hours.

it had been five hours since you had made the mistake of offering the scribe your assistance in his thesis, and he insisted that you needed a little insight on the subject since it wasn't your field of expertise. five hours since you had made the mistake of agreeing.

'as for these headings.. ,' you held back a groan when he said that.

you stared at him as he spoke, never looking up from the papers as he explained everything to you. then suddenly, your gaze fell on his lips, moving lusciously as he spoke. although he was never big on any form of physical care, there was an undeniable softness to his lips that made you obsessed with them since the very first time you had kissed.

a devious plan came to mind. you stood up abruptly, as he paused, staring confusedly at your mischievous grin. 'what —,'

before he could continue, you pressed a kiss against his lips, your arms folded behind your back, as you prepared to flitter away with mischief. and just as you were about to make your escape, al haitham —who you thought was way too shocked, or unbothered even, to give a reaction— pulled you by your waist as you gasped in surprise, only to land right into his lap.

'h-hey!', you said, blushing an angry red, hitting his chest with soft fists, as he pinned them behind your waist and smirked suggestively.

'you could've told me you wanted to have some play time; even i would enjoy a break, no?'

✧ CHILDE— mostly a failure.

you stared at childe. he stared back.

in all honesty, you were no child to be engaging in such a stupid thing as an 'eye battle', or whatever childe just called this waste of time. but when he challenged your ego, there was no way you were going to back down which led you to this awkward position, eyes watering, lashes threatening to close any moment as childe smirked—anticipating your defeat.

but then again, you were not you if you didn't have a trick or two up your sleeve. so what if it was a stupid little ego battle.

you stood up carefully, maintaining proper eye contact with ajax as you rose. then almost uncontrollably, a naughty grin made its way up your lips, stretching your features to a foxy expression while ajax sighed; 'no mind games, little missy,'

you smiled wider, humming as you pretended to turn around slowly, gaze never leaving his— and then unexpectedly, when he never saw it coming you dived right in for his lips, making him close his eyes in anticipation, but the kiss never came as you parted away laughing, teasing him for it.

he smirked from his place, rising and marching up to you, hands snaking around your waist. 'you're one clever fox, aren't you?'

you laughed louder, eyes watery as he giggled too, watching your blooming mirth. then he bent down your level to whisper gently into your ear, 'you won't be such a clever little thing behind closed doors, though,'

and even though you push him away playfully, you knew he wasn't going to be that relenting tonight.

✧ KAZUHA— somewhat a failure.

kazuha almost laughed when he saw what condition you were in.

seaweed all over your head, your whole body entangled in a large fishing net, cut at random places with varying levels of success, beidou trying to detach the starfish which seemingly loved your hand as you maintained a dull look; as though you just wanted to vaporize someone and then yourself.

'how did this happen though?', kazuha asked, bending down to your level to remove a seaweed that was covering your eyes as he looked at you, satire dancing in his eyes. you scoffed, 'trying not to laugh now, are we?'

he giggled, 'true, though you look quite cute in that little mess.'

you sighed. 'nothing cute about a disgusting starfish. wish i could kill it or something but—',

'NO!', beidou yelled, going right back to trying to detach the starfish by talking to it.

you both stared for a while.

'yeah...' he trailed off before turning to you once again, 'you still look really cute though,' he smiled cutely, making you raise a brow before smiling at his antics. 'because the green suits my robes?'

he nodded happily, 'a pretty shade of sage green,'

you smiled at him, beckoning him to move closer. 'come here,' you whisper-shouted, and he bowed to your level, looking more serious. 'is something serious the—',

but before he could continue, you sneakily kissed him on the lips as he rose up urgently after your sneak attack on his lips, looking around for anyone who might have seen you two with a red face. spotting no one, he laughed silently, mouthing quietly, 'are you mad?'

and you nodded back with a vigour, a suggestive smile on your features. he smirked back at your sudden boldness and then bowed right back, trapping you enough so you had no access to him, 'let's make out in our room after this,' he whispered.

and you giggle, nodding back excitedly.

✧ DAINSLEIF— he doesn't mind it, aka 'i can't accept that i like affection'

'you look really stressed, dain,'

he looked up from his laptop before sighing, rubbing his eyes as he accepted the coffee you offered him. 'work's been busy lately, i'm sorry love,'

you shook your head, taking your place next to him as you leaned against his toned arms, feeling the warm of his skin against your cold cheeks. 'i'm not upset, i just wished you would take breaks more,'

'breaks take up too much time in between,'

you smiled at him, 'not if it's with someone understanding though,'

he smiled right back, gaze flickering from your eyes to lips, back to your eyes. 'right, i have very little self-control though, i'm afraid.'

you laughed at his argument, leaning in to press a kiss against his cheeks, purposely bumping your nose against his cheek, making him chuckle. 'right. nice enough of a break, see you, you're distracting me, now go!'

you flashed a mischievous grin in his direction as your eyes settled on his lips as he typed away on his computer. you sneakily moved behind the couch he was working at, and just as he thought you had left—

you quickly hung down spiderman-style to press a kiss against his lips, and then ran right back to your room, laughing at his red cheeks while a very confused dainsleif stared at you as you ran back, wondering why you wouldn't kiss him fully.

✧ KAVEH— success!

kaveh munched on the sandwich you had bought him as he revised the blue prints before confirming them, the builders taking it away at once, preparing the appropriate materials.

'you really shouldn't be skipping meals like that, kaveh,'

'oh trust me,' he said, munching on the last bit as he took the water bottle next to him, quickly gulping down some water as you wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, staring worriedly. 'i'm really not the kind of person to skip meals, i just get a bit carried away,'

he stood from the bench you were both sitting at, only to bow down to your level once again as he offered you his lips, 'thank you so much for bringing me lunch today,'

although he never really mentioned it, he cooed silently at the way you would look up at him with those soft doe eyes as you tried to interpret what he wanted, only to break into that cute smile when you did.

you smiled at him, the dazzling one he loves so much, before happily fulfilling his demand, pressing a kiss against his lips. he waved at you hurriedly one last time before returning to work, leaving you to hope that he would never lose his naive, childlike wonder and excitement.

✧ NEUVILLETTE— complete success!

when the ludex returned home after a tiring day of work, he anticipated nothing more than the feeling of your soft, feather-like hands against his cheeks as you gently brushed the hair away from his face; conversation lacking in the air, your intimacy making up for the serene of the quiet night. he would rest his head against your lap as you sat on the bed, winding up budgets at these late hours.

he relishes in the feeling of your rose-like lips pressing against his as he melts in your embrace. recently, he had begun noticing that no matter the amount of tea, or even the variety, he consumed to cure his headaches in the evening, it never went away until he was in your arms once again, peacefully retiring for the night.

the chief justice likes keeping it this way— as you both quietly cherished each other's presence in the freezing cold of fontaine's lonely nights, the entire house dark except for your own love for each other that seemed to be warm and bright enough for the both of you.

should the day ever come when he cannot be in your arms, he does not believe there will be a cure for his headaches or his tiredness; the hydro dragon would be cursed to a life of sorrow and grief, though he does not like thinking of the far future so much— for now, your warmth gives him strength enough for him to be able to battle through every predicament in life.

i hope anon didn't mind the change! thanks for the request <3 also tell me why i literally forgot that dainsleif exists

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