#༺ 𓆩❦︎𓆪 ༻

[s1l4s-w0rsh1ps-t0m4t03s]

how i look with he/him in my bio

[cosmicisms]

playing strip tcg with alhaitham!

gender neutral reader.

warnings: stripping, teasing, slight humiliation, sortaaaa dubcon..? he whips it out.

author’s note: i need to suck his dick or else i’ll die.

“i don’t see the point in this.”

alhaitham’s voice was strained as his cheeks only got redder.

“that’s fine. all’s i know is that i’m quite enjoying myself~.” you cooed, shuffling through your deck to find the perfect cards to demolish alhaitham.

~

not many things shocked the scribe. if he ever was thrown off by something, he masked it extremely well.

however, when you happily bounded up to him earlier that evening with a big smile and glimmer of mischief in your eye, alhaitham preemptively began bracing himself for another one of your outlandish ideas or thoughts.

playing “strip tcg” was certainly not the words alhaitham expected to hear from you. your words toppled from your mouth and hung in the air, alhaitham analysing them over and over in his mind to try and discern just what had gotten into you.

“… what?”

his response had been full of confusion, both his face and voice conveying that fact clearly. his pupils were slightly blown and his voice shook as he spoke.

you drank it all in with a proud smirk, knowing that it was probably more likely to see kaveh pay off his debt than to see alhaitham flustered.

“shall i repeat myself?” you said innocently. “i asked if you wanted to play s-“

“i heard you the first time.” alhaitham cut you off with a slow shake of his head, thankful for the headphones concealing his ears, otherwise you would’ve teased him silly for the pink hues that adorned them.

“well? are you interested?” you asked sweetly, not even bothering to hide the lilt in your voice.

alhaitham thought for a moment, weighing up his factors and deciding on his choice. you were most likely trying to rile him up for your own pleasure, not at all interested in the game itself. very well. he would play into that without hesitation, beat you and proceed to tease your naked form until you begged for him.

a smirk tugged the corners of his lips up as his eyes shone with smugness. “i accept.”

~

and here he was, the only garment left on his flushed body was his underwear, a noticeable wet patch staining them from his precum.

whenever alhaitham had been dragged from the comfort of his quiet house for nights out at the noisy tavern with cyno, tighnari and kaveh, he had grown bored of their insistence to play cards. he simply found it a waste of his time and quite monotonous, never really paying attention to the game or learning any optimal strategies.

oh, how he regret that now.

“oh, it looks like another one of your characters is down. ugh, what a shame~” you flung his card away with a devious smile.

throughout the course of the game, you had slipped up a few times too, leaving you without your shirt. still, that was nothing compared to alhaitham, whom only had one little garment left… well, he used to anyways.

you made a mental note to thank cyno for the fantastic cards he lent you. of course, you didn’t inform him of your true intentions for tonight, but he was nonetheless happy to assist you.

and it paid off, as alhaitham was forced to remove his underwear. but before you could open your mouth, he was on top of you, pinning you against the chair and staring deeply into your eyes.

“you really think i would sit there, listening to you mock me?” he whispered into your ear, his voice husky and teasing at the same time.

“wha- cheater! you’re a cheater!” you cried, but alhaitham pressed his hand against your mouth, firmly clamping it shut. you glared up at him, hands clenched at your sides.

“i’ve heard enough of you tonight.” alhaitham removed his hand and pushed down on your tongue with his thumb, forcing your mouth open. he then took ahold of his hardening member and pressed it against your lips, sliding slowly into your mouth.

“you need something to shut you up.” he grinned, beginning to rock his hips and take in your moans and whimpers. oh, you should’ve known better…

[furufuro]

꧁༺𓆩.❦⋅🪷⋅❦.𓆪༻꧂

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*Disclaimer*: This space does not exist in Uranesia. I decorated this existing lot for the purpose of taking photos.

@nectar-cellar, you asked for interior shots you got it.

Guys, I know I'm behind with my replies, but I will respond in time, as soon as I can get my queue together, which I'm still working on. Please continue to be patient 🙏🏿. Thank you 💗!

[kyunyu3]

[idesani]

⋆｡‧₊°♱༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻♱༉‧₊˚.

[tatumpax]

the face of a girl that gets to throw someone in a casket for her birthday ⚰️🎂

[jadedwiles]

cry about it … !

[lun4rl0ser]

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝗺𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝟭 ➜★❝𝐥𝐮𝐧4𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬❞ꜝꜝ

𝟮 ➜↺❝𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝗼𝐠𝐬❞ꜝꜝ

𝟯 ➜❦❝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝗼𝗺❞ꜝꜝ

𝟰 ➜✿❝𝗼𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟❞ꜝꜝ

𝟱 ➜☁︎❝𝐤𝐧𝐲❞ꜝꜝ

𝟲 ➜=͟͟͞͞♡❝𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟❞ꜝꜝ

𝟳 ➜☪❝𝐠𝐚𝗺𝐞𝐬❞ꜝꜝ

𝟴 ➜ ᵕ̈❝𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬❞ꜝꜝ

𝟵 ➜♫❝𝗺𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜❞ꜝꜝ

𝟭𝟬 ➜⚠︎❝𝐭𝐰❞ꜝꜝ

𝟭𝟭➜𓆩♡𓆪❝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬❞ꜝꜝ

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𝟭𝟯➜ᶻz❝𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬❞ꜝꜝ

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➜🌙💭❝𝐥𝐮𝐧4𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬❞ꜝꜝ

➜(≧∇≦)❝𝗺𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬❞ꜝꜝ (now ➜(≧∇≦)❝𝗼𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢𝐬❞ꜝꜝ)

➜🐴❝𝐛𝐣𝐡𝗺❞ꜝꜝ

➜🔭🐇❝𝗺𝗼𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝗺𝐢𝐥𝐲❞ꜝꜝ

➜💌❝𝐢𝐧𝐛𝗼𝐱❞ꜝꜝ

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➜ヾ(≧▽≦*)o❝𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬❞ꜝꜝ

➜(>_<) ! -- ✩❝𝐚𝐫𝐭❞ꜝꜝ

[amazonianangel]

[quick-rotting]

UPDATED SYMBOLS & EMOJIS :p

᭢ຶ⵿ू✿ ࿔ ⠀ིιྀ ྀᖭ༏ᖫི ! ๎𑜓 ؄ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿ ྒྒ ຶ𒂭⬮ °ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ° ཐི☆̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ ꣓ི༏ྀ𑇒͙ ᭰͒̑͡✿ ��⃨ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡. =͟͟͞ 𖧷⛾⡷⃨ ‌‌‎̶̲̌͜ ͟͞͞, ༺ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ♰१˚̣̣̣͙𖦹︎ ᭩ ྀ#⃞͏ᅟ✧ ✱✱✱ ▬ 🐰ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི🌷*ೃ ̸⃨ ‘🌀⃜⃞ ⓘཊ 𓈒ིུ ᭒᭄ ✴︎ 🐲 ͟͟❘❙❚Ꮺ 𝆬⃞ ͙᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) 𖥨᩠ׄ݁🀄️ 𝜗℘ 🗒️ ᝰ.ᐟ ⃟͚̊▞ ❙❘❙❘.. ꯳⃘꤫ .ᐟ”🫥 ྀ᭩ ♬ 💮𓈒ིུ𓈒ིུ▞♬◌ ✱ ཻུ۪۪͎ 🥃ཐི ೫ ✱ 𒂭ུ۪۪۪۪᳝۟⓵⃜🎸❙❘♫ུ ⌗ ♬◌🥨#⃞ ❤︎ ུ۪۪۪۪᳝۟ 𝄞 ♪ ♭♫ ✸🥨ཐིཋྀ𑄾ㅤ۫ㅤㅤིྀㅤ▞ 𓈒ིུ▞♬◌ #♪ྀ#⃞͏ 👙🆙 ♪ᅟ✧ °°｡ ♪𓈒ིུ❀📬 ☎️ #L֍✹ ཆིཆྀ ⃟͚̊✿ ━╋ *️⃣ ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫ ͒ౢ ⇨ ꩇׁׅ݊⭔ 𖡄̽ᭂ🦈⑱ ᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫🍣୭ৎ ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫🥮͡꒱ 𓈈 ♬◌ㅋㅋ ﹫⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ↲ ▞♬ ꯳⃘꤫✿⃘໋ׅ 🏈🦷 ᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫ 🏯 ⃜꯳⃘꤫⃛͡🫙+📲⇧!! 𓊆ྀི ൃུㅤ♫ ❝ ❞ 𝒾t-B☆Y ๋۟ ݃♱ཐི♡⃟͚̊ཋྀ ུ᳝᳜᳝ ✿🆒ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ░⃕⃝𒌩🎐ᚙ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ #𝟶6 🎋 ⟡˙˖ ıl 🧉🝳 ৯▒ 🧷⃨݃ 🥟🍀░⃜ ͠𝒷𝓁oss❀m ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵎᵎᵎᵎ ᅠ✦ ⛩️🚞𓈈🗯️𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡𖩩̈ ﹠̲ ④everྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ၇͜ᩘ𑁍 ⓲ ♪ #️⃣ 👙▩ུ⃨ ❤︎. ▞▞ 🥬 ⃛ 🥐𖦞’#⃞20͟0͟5.. ❚❘❘❙ ͟ ₊˚⊹ ⒙ ൄ ⃪꫶͜ᩘ◍ [MONTH]월 [DAY]일❤︎ ▭▬★ 형. ✱🥘ཐི̲̲ཋྀ̲̲🍈 𝒹oꪶꪶ 𝄡ㅤ ☘︎ ̼ ⑰ 𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡⊹ ✱ ✸ ✿ ꩜ ♡⃝ ᰔ ⏎*️⃣ 🎌❘❘❙ ͒⬚🎏 ❞❙❘❙𒀭 ⬤⬮⬤ ⬮ ..݁▓۪۪۫۫ 𒁍 ໂ‧‧᪲ ໃ 𑜞᭠ *˚⁺‧͙˚◌ ̵̵ུ ░𖣠͢🍎 ᬽ 🌐♰ ▒᳜᳝᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝⃛ ❥. ᭄ ꩜ ͏᪖.᪲.ᩤ᭔ㅤㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ྀི｡ โ··᪲ใ ⬚✿ ໑ৎ ׁ  ׅ♡ 𓏵 𝜗℘ ⃛͡ †⏝ིི᭨ ྀ ♥︎̼̻♥︎̼̻♥︎̼̻ ̩̩͙༑𓈒̩̩͙༑𓈒̩̩͙ ㅤ༩ᭊㅤ♡⃟❜୧ 𑜞᭄ೃㅤㅤ ⃬۫🍜̸᩠໋࣪꣹۫ ͏⏝ི ✿ㅤㅤ ͏𓍯 ྀི𝆬․ ᱹ̫ ․ ꛒ ꣓ི༏ྀ𑇒🌺 ꒰͡ ͜ू  𓋜 ꒷⊹˚Ꮺ ㅤ ೃ❀𓈒𓏶ྀིㅤㅤ ﹒✷﹒◉ ･ᴗ･ ࣪ 🥥ֶָ֢﹆ ❥ ҉ ༄ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✺ ༚༅༚˳✿˳༚༅༚ ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ıllı 𐚁๋࣭⭑ ໒·͜:)𑇓 🪷"♪ ♥︎⁎̯͡ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿" ໒᪲᪲᭢᜴꤬⬚͒❀ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ♥︎̼ ᨶᯃྀི✿ ༩ ♪⃝ 𒑟 ✱ ♫ིྀ ❶❺ ?👔꯳⃘꤫✿⃘໋ׅ🍎 ✹ ᮫͙ ⒅ བྷ།ᬼ ̳͟͞͞🌍 𝓲t-𝓫oy ™🌐˖ ◌◍ᬊཻུ۪۪ 🎻 ꦽ⬮ ᬼ˖͢ ‧͡‧̫ໃ🥭𝓞6𝄢۫🌐᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏◗ ᬊཻུ۪۪𖣠͢✿𑜞 ꦽ ⬮ ꠹ ۭۭۭ۫ࣳ۫֗❘ ꯭﹖ ᥀࣪ ★ ▓⃞⃯♫🌺ြ◗ ⿴ㅤ𓄼░ 🌼⃝˚ ♱ ✮ 𖦹 ⌁ ꉂ 𖡎 ∿ 𖥊 ҂ ꏍ 🜸𖣦 Ꮺ ๛ 𖠗 𖧧 𖤠 𖦆 𖧡 ⟆ ꒺ ∿ ∞ ޱ🛵🧠👔💋ヽִֶָ 𒄬 ⍝⍝ ꐑꐑ ฅฅ ༨ ༢ ༣ ྅   ̑̑៹ ❁ ꌨ❀✿ ☆⃞★⃞ ༀ 𖥟 ✱✱✱ ㅤ͡ ⊹ ✱ ✸ ✿ ꩜ ♡⃝ ᰔ ⏎ ⬤⬮⬤ ⬮ (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) ᭢ຶ⵿ू✿ ࿔ ⠀ིιྀ ྀᖭ༏ᖫི ! ๎𑜓 ؄ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿ ྒྒ ຶ𒂭⬮ °ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ° ཐི☆̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ ꣓ི༏ྀ𑇒͙ ᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡. =🔮🌃͟͟͞ 𖧷⛾⡷⃨ ‌‌‎̶̲̌͜ ͟͞͞, ༺ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ♰१˚̣̣̣͙𖦹︎ ᭩ ྀ#⛩️🚞 ໋ࣧ𓍼⃘꯭໋۟ 🫙🍃 ⃞͏ᅟ✧ ⇧!!🩸🏞️🪱 ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫ ͒ౢ ⇨ ꩇׁׅ݊⭔ ⓘཊ 𓈒ིུ ᭒᭄ ✴︎ ❝ ❞ ﹫⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ↲ ▞♬ ꯳⃘꤫✿⃘໋ׅ (°¯᷄◠¯᷅°) 𝜗℘ ━╋ ⊱｡❀̩͙̾͒༺★༻❀꫶̩͙ࣺ̾͒᭮᭰ ⋆｡‧₊♱༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻♱༉‧₊˚. — ㅅ — ´ ω` ᴗ . ᴗ ꒡⌓꒡ ⇀‸↼ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ˘ ､ ˘ ᴖᗜᴖ ๑'ꇴ'๑ ˆ⌣ˆ 🏮ᵔ⤙ᵔ -﹏- ㅠㅠ ᴥ︎ > . ✩ ◞‸◟ ♪؞ؖ ̳̳̳̳̳̳̳̳̳ᩘᨯ𓂂𓏸 ཐི̲̲ཋྀ̲̲ 𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡⊹▩ᬉ ̣̣̣͙͏❘❙⢀⣀ ̎̿͞͞͞͞͞͞͞͞ ིུ͠*: ཐི܂.᭨ᩧ⣷ ᭅᬻ ݴ᭄ ❚❘❙❘⎯⎯╾⃰◌̺̺͙ ⬤ 𖢅𝅮໒꒰ྀི ˊ͈ 𐦫 ˋ͈ ꒱ྀིა 𖥟𓈃❰❰ (★ 。✯  ⁄⁄͈꒱ა₊̣̇.🌺🌕🎯 ໒ ྀ ♰१  ᭢ຶ⵿⁕— ͟͞͞  ᭩͡ᰯ ⏁ ཆི♡̼͓ཆྀ ⍝⍝ ꐑꐑ ฅฅ ᡴꪫ ꯳⃘꤫ ͡ ︶ ִ ✧ ❀ ۪۪۫۫ᤢ ⣬ ཆི♡ཆྀ ਉl̈́ਉ ཊ♡⃛ཉ 𐚁 𓉳 𖤓 𖢖ུ⃨ ໂ᳜᳝‧͡‧̫ໃ᳜᳝ ̑ 𓊈❀𓊉 𓊆𔘓𓊇 ༒ ᬊ᭄ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ (>ཀ< ∠) 𑇍ׂ𓂂 ▒⃝ ⚝ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ †ᭃ ༄༽❜ 𖤛 ♡̶ ༒ ◌✦ ｡* 味ㅤ✧✦ㅤㅤꨴ ໂ᳜᳝‧͡‧̫ໃ᳜᳝ ㅤ ೄ ㅤ ✿ᩨ ㅤ ⬚͒꣓ ㅤ ❀ᮬᦾ ㅤ 花 ㅤ ী ㅤ ♬ ᪇ꫭ 𖧧˚̣̣̣͙ 🆙 ୧ 🚟 𓍊𓋼✴︎ 💋 ⁺˳𖦹︎‧₊˚✩ 🍱 4 o’clock ^_< 𓇼 ‘ 𓆠 🀢͟ ͟ ͟ ⏎⓵⃜🎏 !𒀀 ⛩️ ۪ܺׄ ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ۪ܺ 🎇🥬 {+81 - *** - ****} 𝄡𓍼⃘꯭໋۟. 𖡄̽ ཽ🈖⃨ 🔎 i COULD EAT THAT GiRL FOR LUNCH 𓉯 ྀ ूੂ 🫁 ✿﮾᳜⡴ ✟ ❤︎ ?? ̼ 🗯️𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡⊹ 𝒾t-G☆rl ूੂꐑꐑ 𝒾T~BⓄY 🍢 ཻུ۪۪͎ 𖣠👔͢ ⛩️ ᜴꤬🌺 ❤︎𝄢۫.ࣨ. ݁🥍 ㉇ི⃨ࣺ᭮ᬊ ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ (⁠ʘ⁠言⁠ʘ⁠╬⁠)

👘🌊🪴💻☄️🔆⛽️🌺⚛️🌬️🪺🈯️📁💷📲🛣️⛩️🚆🛵🎯🎻🎟️🪀🍹🍱🥭🌟🪷🎍🪻🫎🎒🧦🦺👔🫁💭🔛🔝⏯️🆗🆒🚸☢️🔖🗳️📮🎐📸🎆🏩🗻🚧🚢🩰🏓🎣🍬🆔💮🐶🍇🏡🏬🔮📿🩻💶🖨️ 🛬🛫🌎🎨🌧️🎮🧉🍡💭🧋🐢🧸📠🏮🦦🫀🐠🍄🍄‍🟫🫐🍎🍏🍢🍙🍽️🏀⚽️🏐🍶🎟️🚠🚆⛵️🚧🌋🏟️📲🧭📥📮📃🗓️📘🔞❇️🈳

[celestialprincesse]

Ex bf!Simon🖤✬

You're still close. Both mature adults, and you know him better than anyone - he can't lose you, can't stand the thought of letting go of the one person who understands him better than anyone.

When he comes back from deployment and you practically beg him to come to this new club in town with you, he almost says no, really really wants to say no, but when you look at him with saucer wide eyes and a little pleading squeeze to his hand, he agrees to pick you up at nine. Tells you to wear something pretty. He knows you always look pretty, really, but he can't help but miss being able to show you off.

When he picks you up on his black YZF R1, sees you standing there on the sidewalk, he has to adjust his seat on the bike with how embarrassingly hard he gets at just the sight of you all dressed up for him.

"I thought you'd bring the truck." You whine as he hands you his 'spare' helmet that he actually just bought with you in mind. Simon gives you an affectionate little pat on the thigh when you slide on the bike behind him, unable to stop your dress from rucking practically to your hips, the thin lace of your panties inadvertently brushing against his lower back, the worn leather of his belt inconveniently pressing into your clit and you try to think of anything but how wet it's making you. "Traffic's bad tonight, can get there faster on this." He explains, muffled by his helmet.

He keeps a hand on your thigh the whole way there, just like he did when you were together, claimed that it reassured him you were still there, still safe.

Walking into the club is an assault on your senses, and you involuntarily curl into his side as he guides you to the bar, a hand snaking around your waist to settle protectively on your hip, thumb caressing the slightly raised line of your underwear without realising how much it riles you up.

Simon easily manoeuvres you over to the bar, one hand on you at all times, keeping you with him, keeping you safe. He calls his drink order to the bartender over the heavy thump of the music before giving your side a little pinch to pull your attention back to him' "Did you say something?" You hum as you're pulled from your daze. "What d'ya want to drink, baby?" The sound of the music obscures the old pet name that comes out in moments like this where the line in the sand between you is blurred by loud music and the comfort of his hands on your body. "Moscow Mule."

He keeps you tightly to his side as much as possible, occasionally grabbing you by the pressure point in the back of your neck when you get distracted and wander off.

Simon lets you have your fun - until some sleazy bloke who looks like trouble has his hands on your hips, grinding your ass into his pelvis with a smug grin, thinking he's got you hooked. "Hands off, mate." Simon grunts into his ear, a hand snaking around your front, settling on your navel as he pulls your back to his front, and when you turn to look indignantly up at him, he leans his head down to speak directly in your ear. "He was minging, baby." And goes on to soothe you like a petulant child when you go to complain about being able to make decisions for yourself. "Didn't see 'im lookin' at you the way I did, yeah? Just trying to protect my girl."

⋆｡‧₊°♱༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻♱༉‧₊˚.

meant for this to be a drabble but I'm alr thinking about NSFW pt2. Feeling slutty!!!

💕🎀

[s1l4s-w0rsh1ps-t0m4t03s]

painted a get scared hoodie and embroidered barbed wire on it, plus spikes on the hood :)

[cosmicisms]

alhaitham nsfw headcanons

minors do not interact.

gn!reader.

warnings: mentions of spanking, humiliation, edging, penetration, degradation.

author’s note: god i’m so down bad for this man 💔

- definitely a top. will laugh and taunt you if you try to top him. it’ll likely take a good amount of convincing (and some of his pride being swallowed) to allow you to top him.

- when alhaitham slips his cock into you, it’s after a big amount of foreplay. he’s not one to rush things, understandably wanting to enjoy the moment and get the two of you into the right mood.

- namely by touching your erogenous zones and some dirty talk sprinkled in here and there.

- if you get needy and try and move onto his cock, he’ll slap your ass firmly and tut with a teasing lilt to his voice. if he’s especially mean, he’ll prolong the amount of time until he lets you have his cock.

- alhaitham takes his time when it comes to sex, as mentioned already. when he finally slips his aching length into you, he takes a moment to fully embrace the feeling.

- as soon as he bottoms out, he’ll squeeze your hips and tip his head back slightly, shutting his eyes and swallowing, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

- the sensations are so much! alhaitham will try to cover up his noises of pleasure through grunts and deep, shaky breaths, swearing lowly.

- “f-fuck, you feel so good, y/n…” alhaitham slowly starts to move, thrusting slowly to allow you time to process everything.

- on that note, he keeps a keen eye out for your reactions. he just can’t seem to tear his gaze away from you, enamoured by the way you squeeze your eyes shut and grab at the sheets.

- he likes it rough, whether that be slamming his hips into yours without pause, or when you drag your fingernails across his back.

- however, he will stop if asked, and will talk about upping the intensity before actually initiating anything. he just wants to make sure you’re enjoying yourself too.

- alhaitham will lightly degrade you, nothing too mean (unless you want it, of course). usually he’ll growl and whisper things like: “that’s it, take it like a whore”, or “you’re my good little slut, aren’t you?”

- will shower you with plenty of praise after you guys are done though! strong arms wrapped around your form, chests pressed flush against each other’s, alhaitham will kiss your forehead and mumble into your skin; “you did so well, love,” and he’ll thank you for letting him indulge in you.

- this man has a lot of pent up energy, despite his aloofness. he’s definitely into some hardcore stuff, on top of being rough. things like spanking, bondage, humiliation, etc.

- loves edging, too! alhaitham gains pleasure from watching the crystalline tears slide down your face as he denies you of another orgasm, mercilessly grinning down at you. he’ll dance his fingertips along your sensitive parts, never truly letting you reach your high.

- on top of that, he’ll make you beg for him. not satisfied until he sees your face contort with the embarrassment and your eyes well up with tears.

- cannot stop touching you when he’s not edging you, though. bro does not know how to keep his hands to himself. he’ll constantly have them running all over your body, mapping out and learning off where your most sensitive areas are. for later use <3

- speaking of sensitive parts, alhaitham’s ears are his weak point. caress or even gently nibble at his ears, and he’ll be biting back whines as his face flushes red.

- agh~! you… huh? n-no, i didn’t like that…” he’ll try to cover it up, but judging by the smirk on your face, he knows his secret is unfortunately out.

- overall, he’s a passionate lover, even if physical touch and words of affirmation aren’t his main love languages. he’s just so needy and whipped for you, he just can’t help himself!

- his aftercare is nice. always keeps water and a few snacks at the ready once you’re finished. will also draw a bath for you, and offer to help you get cleaned up. however, his self-control could slip, so tread lightly <3

[cinnamxnangel]

𓆩❦𓆪 'i'd rather be dry'

synopsis ○ dry texting reader

gojo, nanami, toji, sukuna, geto, yuji, megumi, toge, yuta

warnings: swearing

author's note ୨୧ anon request!

[x0ctubr3x]

The Cure - Pornography (1982)

´ཀ`⋆｡‧₊°♱༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻♱༉‧₊˚.

[tatumpax]

being back in the home state does wonders 🏜️🖤