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⑅ ۫ . ෆ ˟ ໒꒱ KAMA SUTRA: PRINCIPLES OF LOVE it’s silly, al haitham thinks, how madly in love with you he is, how that love defies all sense of logic in his mind.

al haitham x sub!f!reader ౨ৎ . . . nsfw — mdni ໒꒱ ⋆˚✩. established relationship / clit kissies + dry humping / foreplay heavy! / praise + petnames / cervix fucking / creampie / al haitham is only a teeny bit teasing + vewy sweet / 2.7k wc. feedback + comments supa appreciated!

“you’ll never hear the end of it if kaveh catches you with that.”

you paw at the thick book al haitham has laid over the thigh that you aren’t occupying, shying into his neck at the image painted on the cardstock page he’s flipped to— one of a man and woman adorned in fine jewelry, gold silks tumbling off their limbs as they embrace each other in what appears to be a rather compromising position.

truth be told, you’re not exactly sure what led your lover— someone who has rarely ever indulged in the pleasure-oriented faculties of life— to pick up such a text about sex and eroticism as the kama sutra, but the mere thought of it is enough to have heat swirling in your tummy and your legs squeezing around the thigh you’re straddling.

“there’s far more to the kama sutra than just… fornication. it’s more so a guide to living well and the nature of love. a whole section is dedicated to finding a life partner—”

“awh, does that mean you’re gonna…?” you giggle, wagging your ring finger in front of his face playfully.

al haitham’s ears tinge red at your insinuation, but he carries on with the faintest of smirks on his lips that he’s trained to remain invisible. “— and there’s another chapter solely demonstrating when and how to commit adultery.”

and just like that— your toothy smile turns to a frown, nose twitchy as you anxiously toss your hair. “better not be reading that chapter, hmph.” you mutter into the warm skin of his neck, lips curving into a weak kiss that you lay over his pulse.

it’s almost amusing to him, the prettiest pout on your lips and brows knit cutely as you try to hide your disappointment from him, turning your head away from his when he attempts to face you. he blows out a sigh, chuckling sweetly when he catches you and lays a delicate kiss to your cheek. “never said i’d be paying that part any mind, sweetheart.”

when you respond by wrapping your arms tighter around his neck and bury your face in his shirt, he can only bring himself to smile and shake his head as he feels himself enter a bit of a daze that’s full of yearning and craving. unnatural, for someone like himself, but fitting, for someone madly in love.

and so, he gently spreads your legs to slot his hips between them, hiking a thigh over his shoulder before lowering his face to the crotch of your panties, skirt pooling flimsily at your hips. “when a woman reproaches a man, but at the same time acts affectionately towards him, she should be made love to in every way.” he quotes from the book.

the warmth of his breath reaches through the thin cotton and your cunt begins to weep, clenching and oozing out slick in a silent plea for his fingers, his tongue— anything to relieve the weight of desperation that settles heavy on your stomach. and before your hips can involuntarily wiggle against his face in search of respite, alhaitham is already tugging your panties to the side to place a sweet, lingering kiss on your clit. 

you tremble at the sudden heat, soft features overcome with a dazed expression as if that alone is enough to knock all the thought out of your pretty little head. “‘h-haitham, what’re you doing…”

“putting theory into practice.”

and then he’s licking up the length of your slit, collecting your sugary slick in the dip of his tongue before letting it dribble past his lips in a mix of saliva onto your swollen clit— giving it another kiss, and another, and then some— until your chest begins to heave with pitchy whispers of his name, candied with a burning behind your eyes from how badly you need more of him.

“patience, darling …” lips are replaced with a growing bulge as his face levels to meet your own, sapphire-tinged emerald dancing across your features, from the delicate pinch of your brows to the flex of your neck. al haitham presses into you deeper, your bare and puffy folds moulding to the shape of his cock through his slacks, drenching the fabric with your milky cream.

his crotch catches onto your clit and in an instant, you’re curling your fingers woefully into the linen of his shirt, puffing out hot air against his jaw as you sweetly keen into him— f-feels good, ‘haitham, feels s’good.

oh, he thinks you're so pretty like this— clinging onto his bicep and painting his ivory skin with crescents of red, every slow grind of his clothed cock against your achy cunt drawing another eager, desperate whine from your throat. and you only fall more lightheaded as he nuzzles into your ankle dangling off his shoulder, kissing the bone before making quick work to remove the noisy anklet adorning it, because all he wants to hear are the sounds he coaxes out of you; he's sure they're the sweetest sounds to grace the earth.

“w-wan’… kiss…”

“what’s that?” he whispers against the inside of your knee, the swell of your breast, the hollow of your clavicle as he travels lipwards— covering every inch except the place you need to feel him most.

“i wanna kiss on my lips, ‘haitham!” you throw a tiny fit, and it’s nothing short of adorable when your tongue does a poor job of biting back your impatience. the uneven pout of your lips and the twitch of your nose have his veins aching with such a strong need to dote on you, tend to you until he rids you of the pain of your burning desire and all you’re able to voice is 50 different whimpers of his name.

“but if i kiss you here,” al haitham teases as he runs a thumb over the dainty curve of your mouth, stopping it at the swell of your bottom lip before releasing a strained laugh, chest knotted up with half-pleasure and half-pain, for all he wants to do is kiss and suck and lick and nibble the soft flesh— feed on it, even— and with a generosity wherein you’re ready to offer anything, everything, he’s almost positive you’d let him. “i’m afraid i won’t be able to stop.”

“don’t want you to stop… never ever.” your eyes are hazy with the light of the stars and you’re looking up at him with so much ardour, busying your lips with soft suckles on his finger while he hastily frees his cock from the confines of his slacks. and his gaze stays on you all the while— because you look so pretty like this and your words settle in the deepest depths of his soul and he thinks he could just devour you whole.

“never ever, hm?” he muses, eyes warm with mirth. you shiver and twitch under his gentle hold, where he kisses the corner of your parted lips, nosing along your cheek to place another on your brow, a final one against the hot lobe of your ear. his breath fans over your neck as he teases your little cunt open with his leaking tip, and you feel him smirk against your skin when you obediently spread your legs wider to accommodate his size. “you wouldn’t be able to eat or drink anything ever again.” 

it’s almost tragic— the soft, dreamy lulls of your head, the cute whimpers of his name, the saliva that pools and spills around the thumb he pops out of your mouth— he’s barely gotten the flushed head of his cock past your tight ring of muscle and you’re already so complacent, pliable for him. 

“don’t care… s’long as i have you,” you sniffle, fingers grappling weakly at the tufts of platinum and sage that curl around his neck, trying to lean up and nuzzle your nose against his. “please, kiss me?”

and it’s in the way you ask him: with dew clinging to your lashes and a timid quiver to your breath that makes him submit all at once, because what kind of a person would he be to deny his lover when she asks so sweetly?

and just as al haitham’s lips meet yours, he’s reprimanding himself for not giving you a kiss sooner. because on your tongue he tastes the spice carried through the sumeru wind and zaytun peaches and all the fluttering pieces of romantic prose you eat and gosh— alhaitham is the furthest thing from a poet— but surely, he doesn’t need any kama sutra to teach him about the love he holds for you in his heart.

he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you some more— smirking against your lips when you sigh happily and melt into the palms that smooth up your waist. “pretty little thing, aren’t you?

“uh huh, wanna be everything for you,” bringing your other leg to rest atop his shoulder, you respond wetly through the spit bubbling at your mouth and the blood that flows straight to your brain as he begins to fuck you languidly with his tip, watching your slick drip and ooze around the bulbous, red head.

he shushes your sobs sweetly, the pads of his thumbs dipping just at the edges of your eyes to collect any tears before they have a chance to be shed. “shhh— f-fuck— s’okay, you’re doin’ so well— doing so well for me.”

you begin to pant against the hollow of his neck as he eases his full length into you, all the ridges and veins decorating his cock that you’ve come to memorize over the months perfectly snug against the tightness of your delicate walls. his head falls forwards and his forehead bumps against your shoulder, a harsh, erotic groan escaping him when your little cunt begins to squeeze and clench around his cock, sucking him in further, all the way until he’s knocking at the sponge of your cervix and his pubic bone is flush against your clit.

your hips jerk at the sharp pulses of pleasure that build in your abdomen as he grinds into your womb— the sweetest, breathiest whines of ‘h-haitham, ‘haitham, s’big flood his brain because he’s deeper than he’s ever been, with the backs of your knees sticky against the bridge of his shoulders and your body quivering under him from how full you feel.

he does all he can to wash away the ache in your tummy— sliding a palm between the couch and the back of your head to cradle it, pressing hot kisses over the apple of your cheek as he continues drawing his hips back and forth.

and he continues fucking into your womb like this, thumb sliding in the thin space between his crotch and your clit to rub sloppy hearts on the puffy nub, and— oh, it feels like heaven.

“feels like heaven?” he’s asking, charmed by your guileless wonder as you wrap your arms around his neck and meekly tug his face closer to yours, rubbing your nose against his cheek like a puppy endeared to her owner.

“mhm, feel you here, ‘haitham… in my tummy,” you giggle in ecstasy, at the thought of his cock twitching wildly in you and his cum filling you up there, hot and sticky and oozing like sweet milk down your thighs— you want it so bad; you want it everywhere. to have him mark you with his seed as a proclamation of his love, fuck, you think you might cry.

and you do, because you want him— all of him so, so bad.

you sniffle when you feel the tears rush down your face and al haitham can only groan at how overwhelming everything is: the wild pounding of his heart against his ribs and the starry night reflected in your eyes and your walls hugging his cock so tight like it loves it. 

“h-hey now, ‘m gonna cum if you keep sucking me in like that— f-fuck.” 

he’s worked you up to that soft, dreamy headspace— where you’re hiccupping on shallow breaths and your bambi eyes are glazed over with honey and the words come tumbling out of your pretty lips before you have a chance to think them through. “cum in me— pretty please, wan’ your cum in my tummy, wan’ it everywhere—oh!"

it’s all so much, because it’s only been a short while but your words send a glow of numbing pleasure through his head, down his chest to his cock— and then he’s cumming— thrusts jerky before he plunges into you completely, spurt after spurt of thick white ribbon filling your womb, flushing your limbs full of warmth. and you’re right there with him, as the head of his cock twitches and drags over that spot nestled deep in your cunt and his thumb continues its assault on your clit, gravelly voice spewing sweet nothings into your hair while you keen for him sweetly.

you’re so pretty when you cry, so pretty when you cum— he tells you as he clears your face of any stray hairs before thumbing your tears away. the next few moments are silent and he takes them to admire you, the heave of your chest as your breath steadies, the almost doll-like pout of your lips, the precious way you suck your cheek in between your teeth to defy the flustered grin that forms under the curious gaze of your lover.

“don’t hide your smile from me.” the most tender smile graces his face when you begin to giggle shyly, eyes beaming with starlight and mouth curved up like the softest of petals. “so long as lips shall kiss, and eyes shall see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

another passage from the kama sutra, you presume. the delivery of the line, words thick and dripping affection like molasses would’ve made you swoon if it weren’t for the mere fact that it was al haitham saying them. in a failed attempt to suppress the onslaught of laughter, you suck you bottom lip into your mouth, only for al haitham to tut you with a playful roll of his eyes and a shake of his head.

“i suppose such poetry is unbefitting for me, huh?”

your legs slot under his arms to wrap around his waist more comfortably, heels resting against his back dimples and fingers tracing hearts over the dips and grooves of his biceps. he’s picked it up as one of your habits— something you do when you feel particularly endeared to him. “you should leave the lovey-dovey stuff to me.”

perhaps you’re right, he tells you through bated breath— perhaps he’s the furthest thing from a poet, a romantic, but there’s no denying how you make him feel like he could compose the greatest love story in all the universe— and it’s silly, he thinks, how madly in love with you he is, how that love defies all sense of logic in his mind. 

perhaps al haitham is the furthest thing from a poet, but if you were to tell him he was your world, he would tell you that you’re everything that makes the world good and beautiful and pure. tell him you’d die without him, and he’d tell you that he could still exist without you, but that’s all he’d ever manage to do. you can say that every day spent with him is like a story, and he’d tell you that you make him feel like he’s living in a fairytale— every second of every day.

but al haitham is a scholar, not a romantic, and such poetry is unbefitting for him. right?

from coco ๑‧₊˚ ෆ i squealed a whole lot while writing this .. my littl baby boy my prince my moon my sun my stars my everything ! i lov u so much so much so much so much foreva n’ eva n’ eva ;;n;; ! comments + reblogs + feedback of any kind ! r supa ! dupa appreciated !! thankies a billi for reading ໒꒰ྀི∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩꒱ྀིა

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✎ sub al haitham + dom amab gn reader notes: praise, a bit of dirty talk, reader is called ‘mama’, masturbation, dildo riding; this could have been better but i guess my nsfw button was a bit tired.

Al haitham was always a good boy. An obedient pup who never ever dares to break your rules. It made him so lovable and so pure. The dedication, discipline and love he had for you made him the world’s best boy.

And he swelled in that praise with pride.

So here he is now, softly stroking his hard cock for you all the while bouncing up and down on his favourite dildo. The blush crawling up to his neck and cheeks since its such an embarrassing act, but he did love putting on a show for you.

He flutters his lashes up and looks at you, lips parted. Your eyes remain fixed on his face, noting every small change in his expression while arousal pools in your stomach. And he knows it.

You take in the view. Unravelling every inch of his body. Every little tremble, every small throb, and every hushed moan from his lovely lips. It was sickeningly sweet.

Your lover on the floor, getting his sweet hole stretched out by a thick dildo (smaller than yours though) and his own hard dick throbbing in his hands while he looks at you with hearts in his eyes. It was such a lewd sight and you were gulping it down.

His other hand moves up and down his body, sliding through his abs and chest, brushing his nipples as he breathes a shaky moan. You grin, he is trying to replicate the way you touch him. The way you kiss and caress his body like he is a fragile glass piece.

“Mama a-am i doing well?”, he whines, his glazed eyes staring at you. He wants to hear your voice.

Just say anything.

Even a hum. He just needs to get your approval so bad.

“Yes…my baby is doing perfect”, you hiss, trying to suppress the heat in your pants as you place your one leg over the other. Your chin resting in your palm.

He whines in response, nodding slowly. I am being good, he smiles to himself. His chest heaves up and down and his throat swallows dryly. His chest feels tingly.

“Does it feel good haitham? Getting fucked while i watch you”, you hum, lips twisting in a curve. His eyes widen before biting his bottom lip and mumbling a tiny yesss~. Jolts of sparkle going up and down his body.

“Louder baby”, you command and his body jerks. Hands shivering around his shaft while more fluids spill out. “Yes oh god!”, a needy groan from him and your eyes twinkle.

You have such strong control over him, it’s astonishing. His body responds to each one of your orders, as if you own him inside out. And it feels so fucking good. This high of being your one and only. Your good baby boy. Your beautiful slut. His mind and body, all owned by you.

“Baby, do you wish that cock was me?”, you whisper softly. It was clear that the erotic sight of your lover pleasing himself in front of you was making you feel something different. It was the way your voice was in a lower and more sultry tone than usual. It was the kind of good that made you wanna ravish him till he would remember nothing but your name.

Haitham tilts his head back as he moans in response to your words. More drops of pearly precum spilling out of his pink head. His hole tightening around the silicone dick and his movements pick up pace.

“Tell me….you want my dick in you baby?”, haitham’s raspy whines increase in pitch as he bobs his head up and down, uttering curses and chains of ‘yesyesyesyesyes’.

The memory of your cock stretching his hole out runs past his brain. The way his insides would flutter when you bounced him up and down on your huge dick and then fill him up to the brim like a filthy cumslut. It felt so fucking good.

“You want mama’s fat cock inside your ass?”

haitham’s purrs your name, nodding and riding the dildo with a fervour, thinking its you but he knows it doesn’t feel that way. The way you just pop inside him like a missing piece, it was so pleasing. It was an instinct now.

But this dildo is sad and pathetic. It doesn’t feel full. It doesn’t feel addictive. It doesn’t feel you!

He just cant help it, you are inches away from him yet he cant ride that fucking thick dick of yours like some good whore because you haven’t allowed him. And so, he just chokes a sob and nods to your questions.

His aching cock was spilling like anything with the way it was a raging red and twitching in his calloused hands. Ridges covering all around as his rough palm slides over them, pacing up and down. “You wanna cum love?”, you asked, mockingly.

“please please please!”, his previously hushed mumbles are now loud and broken. Tears streaming down his face which he failed to hold back, his breathing picking up, so hungry and so needy for a release.

You inch forward, your face leaning down to his, just enough to feel your breathe on his face but deliberately far so that you won’t lay your lips anywhere. His hooded eyes stare at you, waiting and being patient. Brows furrowed and pink lips covered in drool.

“then cum”, you whisper.

His other hand claws at your shirt as he shrieks out a loud, drawn out moan. Eyes squeezing shut and hips rutting faster trying to chase the release from both sides. And he is trembling like a leaf. Spurts of cum staining his beautiful olive body and your shoes.

His ragged breaths and whiny groans make you smile as you press a kiss on his wet lips, which were bruised because of the way he was biting them before. He looks up at you, doe eyed, and then lowers his gaze down to your crotch.

Gulping on noticing the very visible bulge. You laugh, “now its my time to feel good”, as you plopped him off the dildo and placed him on your lap, ignoring the sudden whimper that escaped his mouth upon feeling the emptiness in his hole.

But he doesn’t have to worry. Something much better is going to be buried inside his wet hole now.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 — PUSSY P♡WER.

They only have one goal before you leave Sumeru for another land, and that is to satiate their fantasies about your cunt.

OVERVIEW + afab!reader. tease!reader. traveler!reader not pertaining to the twins in game. i got a biiit carried away with cyno’s part (i mean, it’s cyno my number one slut). nonetheless, please enjoy!

[ CYNO ] — lots of cum, undertones of perv!cyno, unprotected.

cyno is unfamiliar with defeat in all aspects of life. in sumeru, everyone with ears and eyes knows that whatever the general mahamatra wants, the general mahamatra gets. or in this case, you: the traveler from another land. that being said, none could gauge his discontent upon having his persuasions denied every time.

“i can give you anything: money, power, influence. just name it.” his lilt unmasked his dwindling patience. after all, as general mahamatra, it is not a walk in the park to leave his base for a journey to the rainforest. coming home defeated each time calls for desperate measures indeed.

such a wily thing you are, adroit in pushing back after cultivating make-believe for cyno to relish in. it’s always hidden in your smile, followed by an innocent “general, you wish to fuck me that badly?”

to which, he’d answer, “yes. hard and preferably in my bed. but as you are now, stubborn and unbent, say yes and i wouldn’t mind anywhere.”

he awaits the laugh that is certain to follow, a sound that peels off at his sanity, all while tempting his cock to spring out of its restraints, but none echoed. instead, he finds himself inside an inn, with your naked body and wet cunt spread out in the creaky bed. at long fucking last.

sumeru is home to breathtaking panoramas. but in cyno’s opinion, no vista could ever vie with how your arousal coats the plumped lips of your cunt, waiting to be fucked hard. or how gorgeous you look in all fours, back smoothly curving to present yourself to him.

and when he finally, finally pops his cock into your pulsing walls, his breath hitches at the sensation. proving the fantasies he has painted about you all while maintaining the surprise, your cunt is indeed warm, wet, and perfect. it’s loud, too— producing a sucking noise every time cyno picks up his pace, burying himself in you until the white ring around his girth dribbles down his heavy balls.

you clamp around him and his eyes roll back to his skull. his cocktip kisses your spot and he drools at the feeling. the cycle of pulling and pushing and endless huff of jagged breathing tips him over the edge. until he’s coming loads straight into your insides. cyno overstimulates himself until his shoulders begin to jitter, pistoling his rawed-out cock to give you every drop of his thick and hot cum. in hopes that you’ll never forget what it feels like.

[ AL-HAITHAM ] — might be ooc, spare me this man is hard to write. undertones of yandere. big balled and big brained al-haitham. you walk in on him touching himself.

as someone in possession of knowledge that remains shrouded in most people’s cognizance, al-haitham has mastered the art of deceit easier than anyone with a functioning brain in sumeru. deceit that he equips as white lies, all in order to fall in your good graces. or if he is to be candid, to get under your pants.

he particularly roisters in hearing about your curiosities merely to obscure his answers and lead you astray from what you seek. a calculated effort that will establish the day you’d come for his help again, therefore nailing your attention to him and no one else. and as expected from an outlander strange to the land of dendro, you seem oblivious to al-haitham’s advances.

which he finds remarkably endearing, for if there exists an image that could shake his carnal desires awake, it is the manner of how you look at him: doe-eyed, awaiting the answers to your inquiries to slip past his lips.

you are a tight knot in his chest, pressing down on his stomach and between his legs. the product of his salacity, you take away any crumbs of reason and logic from him each night as he pumps himself with big hands. until there are drops of cum on his floor, and his cock falls limp to his stomach once he lays back panting on his bed.

that is until one particular day when his lust has overcome all rational thoughts. al-haitham ends up behind crates in an abandoned room in port ormos, sweating bullets while fucking himself greedily. it was meant to be a quick release, propelled by his growing need to fuck you. never had he foreseen that you’d be following his trail, therefore catching him abusing his cock while panting your name.

“i… allow me to explain,” he mutters in haste, grappling for the waistband of his breaches to hide his swelling cock. “it’s not… i have not any intentions—”

“do you need my help?” you offer. he blinks at you, and you blink back innocently. “we cannot leave you in that painful state, can we?”

no, you can’t. but al-haitham, even after the first time he came inside you, has not found the satisfaction he quests after. what was supposed to be a quick fuck ended up with him fucking you in a few different positions inside the dim room. nevermind the cobwebs or the dust, al-haitham has only one thing in mind, and that is to pump you full with cum it’s the only thing you’d be thinking about once you depart from sumeru.

[ TIGHNARI ] — perv!tighnari. oral sex (reader receiving). voyeurism.

being a scholar equates to having the freedom of committing deeds that would’ve been questionable in someone else’s eyes. and in his lifetime, tighnari surely has done quite a few things that are considered eccentric from a standpoint of a bystander. he is not apologetic, not one bit. after all, nothing is prohibited for the sake of knowledge.

however, this particular curiosity rallied by the arrival of a certain outlander has the young scholar pondering about what’s considered moral and not. and yet his nature’s heightened instincts galloped faster than his ability to provide himself an answer.

it’s your scent, tighnari thinks. the overwhelming whiff of something addictive. something that he’d search for in the morning, or follow in the middle of the night. your scent provides him a certain heat, which travels from his nape down his spine. and with that scent, tighnari learns how to pleasure himself again. yet, it barely filled the desire seeping in his bones whenever you’d look his way or touch his skin accidentally.

he has been consumed by the thought before he could formalize a way to free himself from it: tighnari wants to eat your cunt and fuck you right after. all this he has kept to himself for weeks until one fateful night.

he knows that your body has been shaped to the point of perfection, he knows it. but nothing prepared him to see you with no clothes while you pistol two fingers in your cunt with so much enthusiasm. and perhaps he has moved from where he stands gelid or breathed a little too loud from where he hides, for the next thing he knows, your eyes are on his.

tighnari counts the seconds, telling himself that once it reaches five, you’d be covering yourself in mortification. imagine his surprise when you widen your legs and rub your clit while tugging at your nipple.

he wants to break here and there. take his cock out and shoot a fat load to the ground. what he ended up doing was kneeling before you in silent agreement. his lips buzz against your cunt as he enthusiastically feasts between your legs. he loves it, so much that he feels his cock leaking with every suck and lick of his tongue. when you arch your back and cried out into the night, tighnari’s balls tighten. even without touching himself, thick globules squirt from his throbbing slit. he realizes, then: your scent is unique because it comes from between your legs. and that night, tighnari drowned in it.

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : nsfw, mention of blowjob and all that goes with it, Dub-con? ( venti ) exhibitionism? ( heizou - Aether - thoma)

𝐚/𝐧 : repost from my old blog. childe part has been lengthened !

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—CHILDE :: ohhhh man. He loves loves loves loves that!!! But he is childe. He'll tease you about this, Sometimes he will pull out his cock and masturbate in front of you without you being allowed to touch it, from start to the end. Look at your eyes that are filled with envy is a whole new kind of excitement for him. Ah but he is also the kind of person who fucks your mouth properly. Grabbing you by the back of the head and making you swallow his cock until it is completely in your mouth. What often makes you pass out. But who can blame him ? Having his dick fully in your warm mouth while your eyes are filled with tears but also with pleasure is a view that him and only him can have.

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— ZHONGLI :: Hear me out. I think Zhongli is an ass lover. When he's lying in bed and a little head slips between his legs to be able to suck him, he stops what he was doing and admires this pretty little ass that rises in front of him. Isn't that wonderful ? Just by looking in front of him, he has a beautiful view and if he looks down he can have another beautiful view of you taking his cock in your mouth. I also think that zhongli is the kind of person who instead of taking by the hair, takes by the ass. He will grab your ass and knead it while going down to caress your thighs. Sometimes he will spank you, not too hard but just enough to leave a red mark.

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—TIGHNARI :: Even though making love is good, Tighnari is sometimes just too tired for it. Does that bother you? No. Is it a chance for him? Probably. Because what's better than coming home from a hard day's work and finding your girlfriend ready to give you nothing but pleasure? Absolutely nothing. He doesn't even have to worry about having to clean up after because you swallow everything leaving nothing but your boyfriend's clean cock and empty balls.

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—AETHER :: It is quite difficult to find a time where you can have a good time without being disturbed or having to do it in the middle of a forest full of insects. But…for sucking a cock it's much easier. Going under the table whenever you are in a restaurant has become a habit for you. Aether often says that you should eat instead but for you its between his legs that is your meal. Or when he is resting in the infirmary after a fight. He'd like to tell you that you can't do this anywhere or sometimes he feels a little bad that he can't give you as much pleasure as you do. But you're just too good at it and his dick missed you.

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—THOMA :: He's such a sweetheart. When you suck him he can't help but be flustered and let out moans. So it's hard to stay calm when with a meal with Lord Ayato while searching a spoon that you dropped, you started kissing his clothed cock . Of course Ayato can see that something is going on and he is not stupid, he knows very well that picking up a spoon does not take that long. But it amuses him that Thoma tries to keep his image in front of him, so he lets it go. Of course, after a while, he will use an excuse to slip away and leave you two alone. Like Aether, Thoma would like to tell you something about it but it's so good so he figures he'll have to practice to keep his calm. (You received a raise when you thought you were going to be fired for not being able to hold back from sucking your boyfriend's cock.)

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—AYATO :: Is a very busy person, but that doesn't stop him from wanting you. So, of course, when he sees you come in, he already knows he's going to have a good time. He manages to concentrate on his work while his fiancée takes his cock in her mouth like an ice cream. If he ever gets frustrated with his work, he can just grab your hair and fuck your mouth until all his frustration is released.

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—KAZUHA :: He is a person who moves around a lot, yet he always finds time for this kind of thing. No matter how long you were together, you never found the right time to do it. And of course, it was too embarrassing to tell him. But one day, you got your period just as he came home. At the beginning, kazuha seemed to be understanding and he even took care of you. But he was much stickier than usual and his kisses were more passionate. You finally understood. Kazuha was needy. Isn't that perfect ? Now you have an excuse to do so and you're not going to let it go. Your boyfriend was making your bath when you entered the room. He didn't have time to understand, that you were already on your knees. As soon as you started touching and kissing his cock, he got hard. The moment your lips touched his cock seemed unreal. You could do whatever you want with this pretty cock and you intend to enjoy it. Kazuha, your boyfriend was desperately trying to hold on to the edge of the bathtub. He couldn't help but moan, how could you be so good ? It didn't take long for him to cum under your repetitive licks. The moment you felt his cum in your mouth was like a reward for you. You wanted more...but you had to hold back ! You were taken by surprise, when some time later, he asked you if you could do it again. Awww, how cute he is !

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—GOROU :: You became addicted to it because it was with him. Ears that move while you suck his cock. Or his moans that he couldn't hold back, was like a melody to you. His reaction when you swallow it all or when his semen ends up on you. You loved them all. But your favorite was when you took his cock back into your mouth, now sensitive after cumming. Ahhh…You just couldn't stop. Which was a shame for him, who was really embarrassed.

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—ALBEDO :: Albedo is Albedo. He always wants to examine everything even your embarrassing desire to suck his cock. You think you could suck him anywhere and everywhere ? Absolutely not. It wants to see all the reactions of your body while you are doing it. Albedo lying on the bed, you, riding on him, each can see well the intimate part of the other…It's just too embarrassing. Of course, every time you do, you can't help but feel flustered but as soon as you have his dick in your mouth, you forget about it.

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—SCARAMOUCHE :: He is full of himself but it is only a facade to hide his sadness of his past. Even if he reveals himself to you a little, it is impossible for him to reveal how good it feels when you suck him. Then you go under the desk. Literally. Thanks to this, your view is blocked and 'scara doesn't need to retain his facial expressions. But maybe he should hold back his moaning, because from below you can't see anything, but you can hear everything. Then you know very well how much he enjoys it.

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—AL HAITHAM :: He is the kind of person who only needs one thing after coming home from a long day. He wants to empty his balls. And what could be better than a partner who loves it ? Nothing. When you walk through the bedroom door in your underwear, it makes him shiver a little. And the moment you get on your knees, his cock can't help but get hard. Ah but don't get it wrong. He will grab you by the hair and fuck your mouth properly. Perhaps a little too much so…. Well… What he likes the most is when you take his entire cock in your mouth. So sometimes you pass out. This bastard has no regrets.

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— KAEYA :: He likes the same position as albedo. It happened that he wondered why you like to suck his cock so much. And he quickly understood. Having your pussy on top of him, that smell that came out of it. It's so intoxicating…He wants to lick it, he wants to lick every corner, he wants to devour it—he wants to eat you. Mmhh, Aren't the two of you a good match ? I think it is. Ah but don't worry, Kaeya also loves it when you are on your knees in front of him taking his big cock in your mouth. Well, in fact in any case it excites him so you can be sure that you will spend a long night.

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— VENTI :: He often comes home drunk. It doesn't bother you more than that. But sometimes it is really naughty, he kisses you with passion, intertwining your tongues, bites your neck and licks your ears. But of course if that wasn't enough, perhaps because of the alcohol, he sometimes rubs his hard cock against you. What can you do ? He needed it, he wanted it, it was almost like he was asking you to do it. So here you are, sucking your drunken boyfriend's cock. Again probably because of the alcohol, he was very sensitive and very frank about how good you made him feel. In the morning, you find yourself apologizing to him when normally he should be the one apologizing for coming home drunk. Venti never understood why, but the day he woke up with his memories of the night before, he sulkily asked you why you only did it when he was drunk and he said that he might as well praise you when he has all his senses.

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— HEIZOU :: As a good detective, it didn't take him long to notice how much you liked it. And it is not to his displeasure. As soon as he has free time, or rather decides that he has some, he comes to you to let you enjoy his cock. What a gentleman…Well, not exactly. By dint of doing it there are a few things you discovered that you wouldn't have wanted. For example, when you feel a vein forming on his dick it means that someone is watching you. Yes, he knows it and it excites him. When you look up in panic you see a heizou with a smirk on his face. All you can do is to go back to your seat with tears in your eyes due to the embarrassment.

A/N: As my 2 year anniversary here in Tumblr... why not treat myself to another thirst?👀

He say he wanna touch it, and tease it, and squeeze it

While my piggy bank is hungry, my n**, you need to feed it.~

men who will spoil the shit out of you. giving you any kinds of gifts everytime you two see each other. men who will protect you from filthy men, either a look or a touch. men who will take you out to a fancy dinner, kisses your ring on your left ring finger. men who will put a hand on you thigh as you drive back to your lovely home. men who will carry you on their shoulder as they make their way to you bedroom. gently puts you down on the bed and ravish you like a starved man you know he is.

stimulating your clit as his other free hand roams around your body, memorizing how smooth it feels under his hands. kisses you on your neck, working his way down as he reaches his destination. basically, worshipping your body.

◇ Kuroo Tetsurou, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Tartaglia, Diluc Ragvindr, Al Haitham, Ayato Kamisato, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kenma Kozume, Zhongli, Kita Shinsuke, Daichi Sawamura, Oikawa Tooru

heyyo!

(not me doing it wronf the first time sorry!!)

imagine tho

fem!/gn! reader cuddling with genshin men (alhaitham preferably) platonically and getting hard

like AIIDJWNWKS

I wasn't sure if this was like a friend or S/O situation, but I think this checks out. Hopefully.

They get hard while cuddling

Characters: Al Haitham, Xiao, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Heizou

Reader: Gn // Genre: Smut (suggestive) // No Cw.

Al Haitham:

Al Haitham isn't much the type to talk unless it's needed. He prefers silence (hence the earplugs), so any time you're even just in the same room, to him, it passes as quality time. That being said, it wouldn't be impossible to convince him to snuggle up together during one of his reading sessions, so long as you promise not to disturb him too often.

Now, Al Haitham can go quite a while without having to change positions, so most likely – unless you fall asleep against him – you'll be the first to move. However, after multiple instances of this, for varying lengths if time, it was only natural that his body would betray him at some point.

He'd randomly gotten hard. For no particular reason. Maybe you'd "accidentally" brushed against his clothed cock at some point, but it really doesn't matter; now, he's stuck in this situation that is naturally quite embarrassing, even for someone who doesn't usually care about others' opinions. But this is you we're talking about, and Al Haitham does care about what you think of him, as subtle as he tries to be about it.

So, he does notice his unfortunate predicament quite early on. But, instead of leaving to... take care of the problem, he decides to just leave it as is and see what happens. Maybe it'll go down on its own, or maybe you won't even notice. Maybe something worse – or much better – will happen if/when you do notice. But he's not going to disturb how comfortable you are just for the risk of his own potential embarrassment. He'll deal accordingly with whatever outcome comes his way.

Xiao:

Surprisingly, once he trusts you, Xiao isn't that hard to rope into cuddling up with you. However, it is quite hard to get him to stay. With the constant nagging in the back of his mind telling him to get moving, he can't help but be a little fidgety at times, sometimes even leaving when his debt gets a bit too overwhelming.

But, regardless of all this, Xiao will still find ways to show his gradual acceptance, and even craving, for your closeness. That may be him standing closer to you, seeking you out more often, or, eventually, even him being the one to ask you to huddle up together. At some point, it'll become something that he expects to happen, and on the odd occasion that it doesn't, he can't help but feel that something just isn't right. (You'll have to be the one to tell him that it's because he misses you).

Because of how new the physical touch that you're sharing is to Xiao, it'll obviously feel quite strange, to start off. This leaves plenty of opportunities for him to accidentally get hard while pressed up against you. The worst thing, – in his opinion – is that he doesn't even notice until one of you shifts to get into a more comfortable position. At first, he's kind of confused, until the realisation settles heavy in his mind, at which point he'll start working himself into a nervous frenzy; all while you're there just calmly enjoying yourself.

Not wanting you to have to deal with his "problem", Xiao will try to create some type of distance between you two. Whether it's just pulling away from you a bit, or trying to leave, depends on how conscious you are to his sudden odd behaviour. However, if you end up asking him about it, he'll instantly apologise, hesitantly explaining his accident (as if he can control it). However, no matter how much he wants to, Xiao won't leave until you've had enough time to decide how you want to proceed.

Scaramouche/Wanderer:

How you managed to convince him to try this, even he doesn't know. But now that you've already trapped him in the optimal position for some warm, comfortable hugs... it's hard not to fall further into your embrace.

Scaramouche would be very tense upon feeling your touch at first, understandably so. He's never had much physical touch at all, let alone been in an environment where that would be a safe thing to welcome. So, he'd need you to be relaxed for him to be able to follow suit, gradually easing up in your proximity.

As soon as he notices the uncomfortable stiffness between his legs, Scaramouche would instantly feel awkward, inwardly hoping it would go away on its own. He doesn't like not being in control, especially of his own body, so this happening certainly doesn't make this unfamiliar situation any easier.

Of course, as always, Scaramouche would not be the first to point out what was happening. He'll hide the steadily rising embarrassment as his usual confidence, pushing the blame onto you and accusing you of purposefully grinding against him to get him hard if you call him out on it. He'll make half-hearted threats to keep you quiet, but overall, he wouldn't want to stop just yet. Not when he's just starting to get used to the feel of you being so close to him... It may be a lot harder to get him to agree to do this again, though. He'll need some extra reassurance.

Used to being an observer, Heizou can be slightly uncertain with his movements when he's this close to you. He can find it kind of hard to shut off his detective brain at times, but once he gets used to it, he soon realises that holding you like this is the easiest way to get him to relax.

Heizou:

During these moments, Heizou likes to keep a conversation going. It's not always about something in particular, just whatever topic springs to mind. You don't even have to join in, if you don't want to; he's perfectly content just to let his mind wander and his words follow aimlessly while you listen.

Unfortunately, at some point, his thoughts will start to become sidetracked, suddenly focusing on the pressure of your body pressed so closely to his, especially... down there. Now, Heizou doesn't get embarrassed. Not in the slightest. Instead, he's annoyed.

Irritated by this turn of events, Heizou tries to ignore the hardness he feels. But, no matter how he shifts or how well he controls his voice, there's no way he'd be able to play this off. Of course, your comfort is the only thing on his mind at this point, so he'd be pretty open about it. Giving you some space and even making a small quip at his own humility, he tries to keep the friendly atmosphere flowing even as he leaves to take care of himself.

If you're not too put off by this, Heizou is totally up for more cuddles with you.

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