#just kiddinggg.

[princelylove]

Since you said okay to request nsfw fic/drabble then I'd love to request for Abdul base on your answer of previous ask. The idea is darling try to escape and he found out, give them a special punishment. I interested in you said he has fear play and edging kink so I hope you can include that. Making darling feel scared but later make them beg for him to reach orgasm is so adorable

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Ahaaaa...... this ask is from the fifteenth of december. I think I owe you something at this point. Forgive me? ♡♡♡♡ This wasn't exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway. Reader is gender neutral but there's one fem pet name in arabic used.

Mohammed is supposed to be patient. 

He’s calm, rational. 

He isn’t necessarily a man of impulse- very few times has he fallen victim to his own urges, if any such occasions were to exist in the first place. 

He can’t recall the last time he made such a rash decision. Perhaps when he was younger.

In a moment of panic, he sets the stairway railing on fire, causing you to stumble off to the side into an end table meant for tossing oddities found on the way home, and sometimes flowers. It isn’t a neatly organized surface, which is odd compared to the rest of Mohammed’s house. Several trinkets are quick to answer gravity’s call, breaking on impact. If you weren’t bent on actually escaping today, you’d usually apologize for breaking any of Mohammed’s ceramic cats laid around your ‘home.’ He’s terribly fond of them- cats, in general, actually. 

He wishes you were more like a cat. More simple. You tend to swat at him, certainly, but you’ll learn to trust him, as almost all cats would. 

You’d consider yourself not to be a cat, as you’re a human being who has complex needs. 

A human being who is very, very flammable. 

“Habibti.” 

You fumble your way down the stairs, tripping a bit on the end table you just knocked over. Mohammed’s house is quite sizable, you won’t be at the bottom of the stairs anytime soon, even with your fall taking a good four or five steps out of the equation. You’re fine, the rug he had laid out in case you ever did fall saved your poor knees, but it takes you a second to reorient yourself. A second he graciously takes from you, as he sets the rug on fire.

He is not exactly immune to his own fire, so he stares down at you, silently, hating himself for putting even more space between the two of you. When you don't move, he finds it in himself to make a small statement.

“Do not take another step or, God willing, you will not see the light of day for a month.”

You foolishly decide to go for the rest of the stairs. The railing cracks, and falls, putting even more obstacles in Mohammed’s way. 

The rooms you pass are all dead ends. You could jump out one of the many windows, of course, but what use would that be? A broken leg isn’t going to allow you your salvation, and your legs are already a bit bruised. 

To be fair, neither is stopping to apologize. You can hear it in his tone- he’s trying with all of his might to remain gentle, but he’s livid. His voice rings from his spot at the top of the stairs- you’ve never actually heard him properly yell before. He’s groaning out of frustration. 

You make your way to the bottom of the stairs, and just when you reach the front door, you feel a hand yank you back by the collar of your top. 

“I love you. Why are you running from me? Have I done something? Tell me what it is, and I’ll fix it.”

He shushes you oh-so-lovingly, and presses you firmly against his chest. His necklace presses into your face roughly.

“My love. My moon. It isn’t so horrible here. Let me take care of you.” 

You attempt to push him away, but freeze at his stand grabbing you from behind. 

It grabs at your upper arms, and sets the portion under its palms on fire.

Mohammed shushes you. He assures you he has cold water ready. It seems he doesn’t care about your screams, or about rushing, as he takes his time to go to the upstairs bathroom. The rug has been removed from the staircase entirely- not that you’d see it, as you faint on the way there.

When you wake up, which feels instantaneous, Mohammed has you on your back, in your shared bedroom. You’re allowed a personal room, of course, but not at the moment.

He isn’t touching you- in fact, he isn’t anywhere near you. The hands on your wrists belong to him, but aren’t his own. When he hears you’ve finally woken up, he instructs you to keep your eyes closed on the off chance that you can see his stand, Magician’s Red- it’s for the better. He is not easy on the eyes, and is rather unforgiving.

A trait that both the user and stand itself share, if not just the user, and projected onto the stand.

Perhaps if you were more well behaved, he wouldn’t have to remind you of his inclination. 

Maybe if you had the common sense of not running from him in a closed space.

He loved chasing you, but he doesn’t love the damage you’ve done to his house. Or the fact that you nearly got out.

“Do you think of me a bad man, my love?" As he speaks, you feel something hot running down your sternum- it travels over your stomach, and hovers between your legs briefly before hovering back up again.

"I never want to be the cause of your stress. If you want to be chased, you need only ask."

He pauses a bit, and you hear his footsteps coming closer. They're dragging, for once.

"In fact, it's my intention to relieve you of stress."

[cocksley-and-catapult]

I showed my mom your comic and she said she pities them and they are sad sad little men

[hrts4tsumu]

atsumu religiously calls you baby, honey, and sweetheart everyday. he’ll occasionally throw in some other cute pet names for you, but those three take the crown. he hasn’t used your actual name in months.

[mad-hunts]

this post might be a little controversial, but i feel like if DC just listened to its fans once in a while... they would've come up with something much better than joker: folie à deux 🤷‍♀️ just sayin' — like, i will never not be amazed that they passed up the opportunity to make a batman beyond movie drawn in the same style as the spiderverse movies!! but they DID

[garfunkytunes]

if wheatley were an animal he would be a sad wet cat. hate him

[bredforloyalty]

#obviously Dean but the person in the tags who said Nate Jacobs is seeing in shrimp colors. so wise

@pregnancykink STOLEN VALOR wee wooo🚨stolen valor HXSFVY

[efverse]

if you cant handle me at my middle aged pokemon ramblings than you dont deserve me at my eeveelution older siblings posts😒😤

[anthromimicry]

AHH okay, so... i might've done a thing for misao's fc and i don't know if it's any good BUT. y'all tell me what you guys think if you want to tehe

[sunmisbf]

i haven’t gotten my period yet n it was already supposed to be here

[starryeyesandcoffeestains]

A teenage girls worst nightmare

[burnitmyg]

just someone you used to love.

[archerandthefoxx]

I know my page is literally only ouabh content but if I see one more slide show on tiktok about Sam Cortland or the King of Adarlan with "Nobody's Home" by Avril Lavigne playing in the background, I swear to you I'm going to lose my shi

[sleepyzuku]

Hellooo!

I just wanted to update, if your ask hasnt been answered, im not avoiding you!! I just havent had the motivation to draw specific things recently, but i promise ill get around to em <3

Thank you for your patienceee

[urfavegetscalledbbygirl]

Gollum. Hm? Oh, no, I'm not gonna say he gets called babygirl. You can if you want, but I'm keeping my hands clean of this. Cheers 👍

[secret-covet]

14, 59, 61, 67

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

kindaaaa,,, #you know who

59. What do you look like?

lanky legend with big boofy curly brown hair that i sometimes braid and grey/green eyes

64. What is your definition of cheating?

this is prob universal but loik -- being in a relationship with another person without telling me righttt 🤔

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

if the arcade machine has street fighter umm umm um

[mooshys]

ok I made my 3 posts for the year, time to go back into hibernation