#top haitham

[cherrycezzie]

Haitham can't leave you if you don't give him one kiss, Kaveh-hyung😘😉

[scruus]

★ [𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲]

✎ : power bottom afab Al-Haitham x dom gn amab reader notes: aphrodisiac (in chocolates), dirty talk (very), reader is called daddy, haitham calls himself mommy, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy(?), creampie, slight degradation, al-haitham being very very slutty

author talks: yea….this happened. Sorry.

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“Okay then, you two lovebirds now have fun~”, Childe’s sheepish grin was the exact reason you adopted the habit of meditation and the path of ‘patience’. Which, by the way, was running at its limit. Not a single giggle or smile was cracked as he continued to humor his own joke and so to save face from further embarrassment, Zhongli dragged him back to their room.

Yanfei picked up her trolley bags, quite easily you noticed, and unlocked the room just opposite yours and Al-Haitham’s. Hu-Tao mumbled something to your boyfriend and his reaction remained the same whatsoever while she was giggling. You two bid goodbyes to the girls as they entered the room whereas you stepped inside your own, setting the bags down on the floor and taking in the room’s wide layout.

The group (mainly Childe) had hastily decided on a quick getaway before university would start and the routine of crying, screaming and chugging down caffeinated drinks till everyone’s body water content changed to dark espresso was to be set in motion. You and al-haitham being the only couple was the target of Childe’s teasing. And it was pure horror when he took the role of booking the hotel rooms without informing anyone. You were sure it would be some love hotel or a shady inn he would put everyone into but what a great surprise it was upon arriving at the place. Cozy, classic and modest.

You stretched your arms and cracked your back, “oof….am like an old granny now”. Haitham plugged both of you guys’ phones to the charger and then skipped to unpacking clothes from the bag like the responsible one in the relationship. “If you just joined me on my early morning walks everyday, you wouldn’t be an old raisin”, you gasped at his response, the cockiness just smoothly rolling from his lips and that gorgeous face of his is so damning you can’t even argue back.

“I am gonna go wash up”, grabbing your clothes from the bag, you threw one last glance at his figure which was hovering over the complimentary snacks counter, before entering the bathroom. They looked a bit different than the usual tea sachets, and chocolates, with the red heart drawn on but you didn’t give them much thought.

That was your biggest mistake.

After getting all clean and smelling like fresh lavender, you decided to take a nap in your bathrobe while Haitham decided to follow after into the washroom. “Honey! Wake me up if we need to go out!”, you shouted from the bed before cozying up inside the warm duvet.

Ah, peace.

With a weird feeling of hotness around your groin and the teasing licks of something wet, you woke up half-asleep from your snooze. Turning your gaze down, you saw Al-Haitham’s lips on your cock. His face looked flushed and the water was still dropping from his wet hair, strands sticking to his forehead.

“H-Haitham?”, you questioned, your voice all groggy yet having the element of surprise. He looked up at you and you felt your breath hitch. His eyes looked different. The composed and intelligent look was now exchanged with that of a hungry desperation. He never once stopped licking your shaft, gliding his tongue up and down while the eye contact was never broken. Plump lips sucking the tip of your thick cock as your nervousness soon drifted to lust.

He took his lips off with a pop yet his hand remained at its place, slowly massaging it up and down while he stared at it breathless. As if he had never seen it before. “W-what are you doing?”, you asked again, slowly. Your hands began to itch. It's like they wanted to force his mouth back on your dick. Make him take it all until his throat bulges. But you wouldn’t do that. You were too nice.

“mmm…I was hungry”, he licked like a kitten at the head, lapping up the pre-cum that was leaking, and it made you clench your jaw. “What?”, you bit your bottom lip trying to stifle a moan. “....was so hungry for daddy’s cock”, he groaned before putting your dick back in his mouth and slurping it up. A choked moan came from you when you heard his words. Daddy?.....DADDY???

Were you dreaming? Was it the end of the world? No, maybe you are still asleep and t-

“Ahmm~’, you whimpered as Haitham suddenly forced your cock inside his throat. You knew it was too big for him that's why you never coerced him to deepthroat you nor did he ever take the initiative, but now? He was whining with your cock stuffed inside him, throat clenching around it as spit dribbled down his chin. Gagging around it like some cockslut with tears welling up in his eyes. “Oh please…I wanted this so bad”, liquid trickled down his chin as he took our cock out all the while moaning in a low whine.

“Honey…wh-whats going on?”, you stretched out your hand and cupped his cheeks, worried that maybe he wasn’t feeling well. He stared at you before nuzzling in your palm, taking a deep whiff of your scent with his eyes closed. Trying to make his body realize your smell and let it wire inside his head. “Fuck….this won’t do”, he stood up on his knees, grumbling. The white bathrobe which was hiding his tanned porcelain body was beginning to shed, a working by his own hands.

“Can you tell me what’s goi-”, your eyes widened in surprise as they trailed down from his face to his cunt the moment the robe dropped down. It was dripping. A swollen clit showing itself off while his inner thighs were coated with slick.

….did he get this wet just by sucking me off?, your face contorted in confusion. Nothing was registering inside your mind.

“hmm…I don’t know”, his voice was soft and low. “I wanted to kiss you all day long”, he looked at you with doe eyes, “but didn’t know how to with everyone present”. His lips slowly formed into a pout, “and…and then I ate that chocolate and…..I felt so hot”, his hands started running down his body as if trying to tell you where it was burning. Chocolates?, you thought. But ho-

You remembered Childe’s winking face and it finally struck you.

Aphrodisiacs. That son of a bitch.

“Ngh~you’re not focusing on me”, he whined like an irate kid, his deep voice suddenly sounding a different pitch. His flushing cheeks now had tears trickling down them just because your eyes had dared to wander away from him. “Nonono Honey!”, you took his hands in yours, oddly happy seeing him like this, “I always focus on you….you’re the only thing I ever see!”. A shy smile popped up on his face and his turquoise eyes sparkled. “Really?”, he asked and you had never nodded so fast in your life. “So then…..do you see how wet this is?”, he pulled his hands back and reached down to his lower part, “do you see that it's so empty and aching so much?”. You gulped, trying to satisfy your parched throat but every inch of your body was hot right now. “I-It really needs your cock inside it”, he mumbled mindlessly, not having any idea about its effect on you.

“Mommy wanted Daddy’s cock all day”, he moaned as he slipped a finger inside his hole, “wanted daddy’s thick cock to stretch this starving cunt out”, his gaze burning a hole into your own as his lips parted open in a soft gasp. Mommy??????

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.

Stars. You were seeing literal stars around your room because this was unreal. Your lover, the great al-haitham, who would never beg you for a kiss let alone your cock, who would always judge when you would call him corny nicknames in public is now being filthy?? Is this what aphrodisiacs do? Turn normal people into mindless sluts?

“And now…Mommy has caught daddy”, he suddenly bent down, crawling towards you as his pecs flexed like a pair of tits and you had half a mind to just reach out and grope them. “So daddy will breed mommy like a good cumslut, right?”, his voice was sultry with a hint of patheticness as he positioned himself up.

Your cock was so painfully hard, it was embarrassing. The veins looked like they were about to burst and you were really concerned that it would take you just a second to ejaculate if your lover came anywhere close to your dick. For your boyfriend, it was a different case.

He was looking down at your shaft with hearts in his eyes. Ragged breaths leaving his mouth while a blush crawled up his body. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, in an act of devouring you and your member. Your dick was standing erect and if he lowered himself a bit, the tip would be easily rubbing his pussy folds.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He slowly lowered himself, and the moment your dick touched his wet muscles, he hissed, eyelashes fluttering while his body relished the sensation. Trying to push himself down as your crown forced itself inside his hole, it was clearly too big but the burn felt so good. “F-fuck…..you’re so big”, he cried out once your tip finally settled inside his hole but the entirety was still remaining. Your eye looked at his nipples, all perked and red, and you really wished you could suck on them but you had to be the rational one right now.

His whimpers gained decibels as he worked himself open on your cock, trying to take it all. “Ngh~ my tight pussy just can't take you…hah”, his voice, his face, his pussy, everything was driving you insane. “Fuck it”, you growled as the last thread of reason snapped.

Pulling him down on your cock in an instant, Al-haitham screamed your name. His walls clenching around your throbbing dick as sticky fluids dripped out of him. The poor boy had jolts of shock coursing through his body as the orgasm fired up his nerves. He had already come.

“Look at this whore”, you wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled your trembling boyfriend closer, “I put my dick inside you and you cum immediately?”, the ridges of your dick rubbing along his sensitive insides and out came a meek whimper. The shame felt good to him, like it was something that was so natural. It was the way he was whining, the way his body felt limbless and his cunt so full that made him look all the more perfect for you to ruin. Although he was already mindbroken.

Placing your hands on his butt and groping that tender flesh you growled, “you wanted that cunt of yours to be fucked right?”, your eyes burning with lust, “so get ready”. Grabbing his ass, you made him bounce on your cock while your sobbing lover gasped in surprise. “Oughk- yesyesyes s’big kgghh-”, words slurring and his tongue lolling out. He was completely drunk on your cock and it was fucking wonderful.

“Who’s pretty pussy is this?”, you licked his neck aggressively while he just moaned in response. Angry, your hand left its position at its buttcheek to pinch his clit and Haitham almost felt his soul drive out of his body. “Whose is it!”, your voice sounded a lot more stern and demanding now as Haitham babbled, “yours~ s’yours daddy ugh-”. Truly reduced to a brainless nothing.

Haitham’s walls were contorting to the shape of your pulsing member inside and the pain suited him. All warm, wet and aching, as his gummy walls hugged you in a desperate fervor. He had never felt this good before. Oh, how he wished now to be a free use fleshlight of yours so that you could pick him up anytime and fill his pussy until it's gaping, spilling it all out like a pathetic slut who can’t do a single job. A slut who knows nothing except having his daddy’s cock splitting him open and breeding him.

“S-shit haitham you’re so tight”, you croaked because his gummy walls were clenching down on your shaft all the right ways and it felt heavenly. Fat globs of tears rolled on his cheeks as his guttural pleas of “too much!” and “sho good~” sang in your ears. His hand trailed down to his stomach and he felt your dick bulging through it. Giggling he drooled, “daddy shooo huge”, your eyes scanning his unkempt hair and erotic face while he inched closer to you,”I can feel you all up in my tummy”, he whispered mischeviously. Fuck, this man is gonna be the death of you.

His head jerked back and he howled as you angled your thrust at a spot that made him blank. Hips stuttering and nails digging on your shoulders, you knew he was close. “Bab-oh oh, Im gonna cum”, you moaned before nibbling on his neck then moving to kiss his lips. He moaned into your mouth, chasing after it, the ache between his legs and the tingling sensation on his clit told him he was close too. “Close…m’close ngh”, he keened in a high pitched voice as your rhythm turned erratic, faster and more brutal inside him.

“Insideinsideinsi- cum inside pleashee~”, choked whimpers of relentless begging turned your head dizzy and you complied because there was no way you were missing the chance of filling your boyfriend’s pretty pussy up when he was being so cute. Your palm rubbed against his swollen nub while Al-Haitham felt your tip prodding at the entrance of his cervix, good god you were so deep it was turning his brain into mush. He’d end up getting knocked up by you at this point, an idea Al-Haitham was suddenly getting fond of.

And as you came with a low moan, your hand tightly gripping his waist, your lover felt the burning knot in his abdomen finally fall apart. As the feel of your thick, warm cum rushed inside him, he could feel his eyes roll back and his body convulse in your arms due to the shockwaves. Orgasm so shattering, nothing but croaking gasps left his mouth and he was aware of how his pussy was sucking out every last drop of your seed. A ravenous beast.

Carefully settling his head in the crook of your neck, you looked down below at the white ring around the base of your cock and the few trails of fluid dripping down your cock. Oh god, your eyes widened as the realization hit you, oh god he is gonna kill me. The pleasure felt so good you forgot the consequence of going rough on your lover’s cunt, taking him to poundtown like some madman. But dear lord was it so scandalously good. All the more sinful to commit.

While your brain pondered scenarios as to how you would explain stuff to Haitham or maybe firstly go and kill that ginger in his room, a slight hint of pain erupted in your cock. You thought that maybe it was because Haitham was still wrapped around your length, that it was his hole clenching around you, but you were so wrong. The slow grind of his hips as you felt your soft cock turn hard inside him made you realize your incorrect assumption.

“Wh-what-?”, a finger was pressed on your lips as Haitham looked up to face you. “Mommy is still not done yet”, he whispered as you saw the outline of hearts appearing in his eyes again. “I told you right, you need to turn me into a cumslut”, a sly smirk appeared on his lips, “need to breed me until all I can think of is daddy's fat cock messing up my insides”.

“Get to work”, he instructed.

You silently gulped. Oh this is gonna be a long night.

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“Y’all they are really late, should we go by ourselves?”, Yanfei mumbled angrily. The group was waiting for you two to come out of your room but you both had refused to answer any calls or texts and so the rest were huddled in Childe’s room.

Ding!

“Guys, we won’t be able to go out today, Haitham’s a bit sick”, Zhongli read out your message to the group and they all sighed, maybe with the question that how did he even get sick. All except childe.

“Should we go and check up on h-”,asked Zhongli, “No!”, to which Childe’s abrupt reply silenced all. Everyone looked at him, confused.

“This is a different kind of sickness….you guys won’t get it”, he smiled a knowing smirk, something the others innocent minds had no idea about. He urged everyone to get out of the hotel and enjoy the day along the beach with drinks and food. Just like his two friends who were having the time of their lives, rutting into one another.

[iiping]

kaveh the con artist 😆

[evenyvn]

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄. — detective!alhaitham x troublemaker male!reader

chapter 02 ; nice to meet you

cw : lowercase intended.

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　　　　after several hours of fruitless interrogation, (m/n) finally allowed to leave the police station, he stood up from his chair, stretching his cramped muscles with a hint of boredom on his face. in the office, several police officers were still busy with their work, their voices could be heard faintly.

(m/n) paused for a moment near the door, looking at the police station that always seemed busy and full of hustle and bustle. however, his eyes immediately fell on a man, namely alhaitham.

alhaitham was a rather striking figure, though he made no attempt to stand out. with his milky pale skin, silvery gray hair, and green eyes with a hint of sharp red, he was certainly different from most of the men in the precinct. alhaitham wore a dark suit that fit him well, and despite his simple appearance, there was something very elegant and mysterious about the way he carried himself.

not many people could hold their gaze at alhaitham without feeling a little bit of awe or curiosity. however, the detective himself seemed oblivious to (m/n) staring at him from afar.

(m/n) stared at him with growing curiosity. he recognized alhaitham as a detective who sometimes patrolled darker places and rarely talked to others. alhaitham was known for his extraordinary skills in solving cases, but he was also known as a very secretive person, even can be passed as arrogant, and always worked alone.

(m/n), who was used to dealing with local police and many more accessible people—felt something was different about alhaitham. the genius detective had an aura that made people feel as if they shouldn't approach him.

(m/n)'s eyes remained fixed on alhaitham, feeling an invisible attraction connecting him to the detective. he didn't know why, but something inside him made him very curious, maybe even a little fascinated. (m/n), who usually didn't care much about other people, felt an urge to approach alhaitham, something he had never felt before towards anyone in this police station.

with increasing curiosity, (m/n) finally step closer to alhaitham. even though he knew that he was often considered a local thug or troublemaker and was not accepted by many people, he felt that he needed to talk to alhaitham, even if only a little. maybe, he thought, alhaitham could give him something new.

however, his steps were still hesitant—he was not someone who usually paid attention to others so deeply. when (m/n) was a few steps away from alhaitham, the detective was still busy with the files at the reception desk, and did not notice his arrival.

(m/n) stood for a few seconds, looking at alhaitham from behind, waiting for the right moment to greet him. finally, after feeling sure enough that he would not be thrown out just like that, (m/n) spoke up.

"hey, detective... alhaitham, right?" (m/n)'s voice was a bit loud, trying to get attention.

alhaitham turned his head slowly, looking a little surprised that someone was facing him with such an attitude. however, his expression remained cold and unchanged, as if he wasn't bothered.

"yeah, what do you want?" alhaitham answered shortly, his voice calm but full of caution. (m/n) smiled slightly, feeling the tension in the air. "i just wanted to chat. i see you around here a lot, and... you seem different from most people in this police station."

alhaitham raised an eyebrow, showing a hint of indifference. "it's none of your business," he said, his voice as cold as ever. "i don't have time to talk to the likes of you."

hearing that, (m/n) felt a little offended, but he didn't back down. he felt, for some reason, that there was something he should know about alhaitham. (m/n) knew that he wasn't someone who could be easily pushed aside, so he decided to try again.

"you don't have to worry, i won't bother you. i'm just curious," (m/n) said, his voice softer and a little more serious. "you always look... alone. no one can get close to you, huh?"

alhaitham stared at him sharply, the green eyes that reminded (m/n) of emerald were now cold and calculating. "i don't need anyone else," he answered firmly, still in a low and indifference tone. "i prefer to work alone."

(m/n) snorted softly. he felt a little frustrated, but didn't give up. "okay, okay, i get it. but you have to admit it, you're also curious about me, right?" (m/n) teased a little, trying to lighten the mood.

alhaitham, who usually avoided confrontation or unnecessary conversations, started to feel a little annoyed. however, even though he tried to remain calm, his eyes gave away that he was struggling to not be affected.

"i'm not interested in someone like you," he replied firmly looking at the other man ridiculously, there was a slight stiffness in his voice that indicated that he couldn't quite contain (m/n)'s attention.

even though alhaitham's attitude was cold and rejecting, the (h/c) haired man still felt that there was something interesting in the detective. while alhaitham tried to keep his distance, (m/n) was even more determined to dig deeper into this mysterious man.

the two of them faced each other, although there was tension between them, but there was also a kind of connection that began to build-even though alhaitham didn't want it.

(m/n) didn't know if alhaitham would ever open up to him, but he felt that there was something much deeper hidden behind the cold and indifference figure of the detective.

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a few versions because i literally can't decide LMAO

[aha-chuu]

I find it so amusing that Alhaitham's "least favourite food" voiceline is this:

Which, like, A) doesn't actually say anything about his tastes, and B) nerd.

But then his signature dish is this:

Derived from this:

He LITERALLY just took a stew, a "soup-like" dish, fried it into a pie(?) so that he could eat it like pizza while reading.

(and for my Kavetham/Haikaveh girlies out there, the signature says "contemplation" on top. Which really feels like Alhaitham's passive aggressive way of telling Kaveh to think things through more.)

[l1tw1ck]

Forged Intimacy

Al Haitham disguises himself as a floral ring dancer and uses his dendro vision in a way that wasn't quite intended

Bottom!FTM!Yandere Al Haitham x Top!Masc Reader

↳ [Event Request] | No AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Somnophilia, Aphrodisiacs, Belly Bulge, Breeding,

↳ W.C: 698

Your friends booked you a private session with a floral ring dancer as a funny gift since you're going to be alone on Valentine's Day. They were unusually persistent about you accepting it and you only agreed because you liked the guy in the picture they showed you.

You soon fall unconscious, completely vulnerable to what happens next.

The dancer stops his movements, a small smirk on his face as he removes his mask. Al Haitham manipulated and threatened your coworkers into booking a session with him, free of charge, so he could finally claim you as his. He's been doing so much behind the scenes (killing and hurting people), he finally deserves to have his reward.

Al Haitham removes your clothes one by one, admiring and taking in the view of your body.

He pulls his shorts off and climbs onto your lap. He holds your face in his hands while sinking down on your cock, kissing you sensually as you fill him up.

He presses a hand to his stomach and moans, you're so big that his stomach bulges from having you inside. He doesn't take much time to adjust, quickly bouncing up and down on your length. Thanks to the use of his Dendro vision, you're going to be painfully hard for a few hours. The perfect amount of time for him to be properly bred.

He can manipulate his vision to create different types of smells. In this case, smells that can cause arousal and sleepiness.

And you fell victim to them both, sleeping ever so soundly as the gray haired dancer fucks himself on your length.

"Yes~!" He gasps, he slams down onto your cock harder and harder each time. "Breed me~!"

He jerks off his t-dick as he gets close to an orgasm, moans getting louder and sluttier by the minute. "Yes– yes—!" He rolls his head back and slows down, furiously touching himself.

His "spell" wears off just as he comes, a sudden pleasure coursing through your veins. Your eyes flutter open to the pretty sight of Haitham having an orgasm.

He looks at you, a crazed look in his eyes and a big grin on his face. You recognize him as the Scribe, Al Haitham. He kisses you again, tongue sliding into your open mouth. You melt into it and hold his waist, deepening the kiss.

Haitham moans and rolls his hips, wrapping his arms around your neck as you practically devour each other. You don't know why you're so entranced with him, he's gorgeous but you barely know him, so why do you want to breed him so badly?

He pulls away for air and makes short bounces on your length.

"Gods.." You breathe out. "I want...I need to breed you, Al Haitham.."

His cheeks flush a dark shade. "Please- please breed me!"

You grip his waist and stand up, sliding him up your length before slamming him down. You stare at his beautiful expression, falling in love with the man you're inside of. It's a little late, but you truly want to live with and start a family with Al Haitham. It's not a natural feeling, it's something that should've built up over time, but you don't even think of that. You just want to breed him and stay with him forever.

“‘M gonna come–” You warn, keeping up the fast pace.

Al Haitham moans, begging and nearly sobbing for it like he's afraid you'll change your mind.

But you don't. You slide him down as far as he can go on your cock before pumping your load into his awaiting hole.

“I love you..” You mumble, your words come out like you're possessed, and resume your fast movements.

[icarianarts]

Al Haitham I love my wifeguy syndrome I love the way trans people love

[zhongrin]

i gotta sleep but i was prefarming for furina when instead i unexpectedly got a thing for neuvillette and. dear lord. look at this beast. (yes it was a perfect roll i'm crying)

......

so, all in all.... (lisa's my placeholder ignore her- also what is that graph ahahahahah help)

.... and that's not counting his bonus 38.4% cd

[baeshijima]

FUCK ME I DIDNT REALISE NEUVIES OST WAS IN HERE TOO IM A FAKE NO ONE PERCEIVE ME

[scruus]

★ [ 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ]

✎ 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.

[xngelholix]

╭ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁⠀rare acts of affection⠀☘︎⠀al haitham x gn! reader

╰─── ⠀al haitham doesn't know how his hugs and kisses make you feel so loved.

it all started with the little nudge he'd give you after a long day, hands slowly wrapping themselves around your body as he leans down to rest his head on your shoulder.

he had found you focused on the seat of your little office, eyes trailing each word that's printed on the book he had lend you to help on your research. al haitham was so used to your consistent greetings around this time of day, waiting to see you smile at him as you stood by the door to greet him. but it seems like you were so caught up with work that you didn't even noticed your lover observing you from the door.

to say that al haitham was tired was an understatement, given that he was still days away from having his resignation as the acting grand sage be effective and to continue working as the akademiya's scribe. adding the heavy load of his current position, a lot of students had their presentations scheduled this time of day for projects he had yet to approve (most likely to reject because he'd noticed the decline of excellent papers produced by the students this year and he has to do something about it).

it was suprisingly mentally and physically draining for him and al haitham never knew how his mind would suddenly work up the thought of wanting your affection. maybe he just got used to you being more expressive to compensate on his lack thereof. he wholeheartedly agrees that you two compliment each other well but this new profound feeling inside his chest had him recalling what other reasons may have caused his heart to stir for any source of warmth, especially if it's coming from you.

"haitham?" you looked up to see your boyfriend standing still at the door, his eyes seems to waver for a split second before he focuses back on you.

"it seems like you've been busy," he trails off as he takes a seat beside you.

"yes. i wanted to finish this as soon as i can so we can somehow have dinner together."

it's also been so long since the two of you have spent time doing things unrelated to work or research. this also means that al haitham's been getting less and less of your unyielding affection.

maybe it really is muscle reflex at this point. he thought as he slowly makes his way to your chair before gliding down his arms to drape across your shoulders. the sudden contact of al haitham's warm body across your back had you pausing on your work, tilting your head to the side with nothing but curiosity lingering in your eyes.

al haitham can feel the way you stared at him, stiffling a small chuckle before he reaches down to wrap his hands around you.

"i miss you," he whispers, barely even audible if not for the silence so defeaning in your home. you let out a giggle, leaning in back to let yourself relax in his hold.

"well, it seems like you really do." you began to point out his sudden show of affection, causing a visible hue to stain his cheeks a lush pink before letting go a huff (yet he can't seem to peel himself away from you, liking how you've perfectly fit in his arms). "i don't mind it though, i love it more when you're the one asking for some 'cuddles'."

"oh, so you're saying that you just want to see me flustered?" he asked, sensing the upcoming bells of your laughter. and you did, you can't help but chuckle before slowly peeling his 'feeble' arms away as you stand up. he still waits for your answer, eyes observing how your face lit up in happiness. a sight to behold and cherish, he would often catch himself thinking how he's so blessed to have you in his life.

"hm~ maybe?" you went to wrap him up in a tight hug, pressing your body close to his as you lay your head on top of his chest. you can heat his faint heartbeat slowly quickening upon contact, smiling as al haitham proceeds to hug you back as well.

"i miss you too, you know? and just witnessing the al haitham, showing this rare acts of seeking affection makes me want to get the most out of it." al haitham can see the way your expression suddenly shifts, your smile threading on the edge of sadness.

he recalls yet again how less and less were the times spent you two with each other, sighing at how much it made you this sad. as he wasn't that well-versed on how to properly express his desire to be physically intimate with you, as this was new to him as well, he thought back on how you would cheer him up when times were a bit hard on him (although it's rare that it happens but he still managed to recall each memory he has of it).

as you both stood there in each other's arms, you somehow were too engrossed by the fact that your boyfriend had taken initiative in being intimate this time. it wasn't that you minded how you'd often be the first tk act out on affection but you appreciate how he does anyway.

especially as he pulled away and went to pull you towards your bed.

he had made the pillows on the headboard and went to grab the soft blanket that you love so much before sitting down at the spot. there, he pats on his lap followed by opening his arms wide as if to welcome you. you snorted, seeing this new side of him both amusing and endearing to just witness.

"well? what are you waiting for? come here." al haitham ignores the way you're still giggling from this atypical behavior of his before moving towards him and lying on top of him. al haitham gently lifts the two of you up to move to a more comfortable position and went to drape the blanket around you.

"this feels nice."

you can hear the soft brush of the trees on your window as the cold breeze seeps inside the room. the sun had already kissed the ground and had let the moon shine from the heavens, its faint white glow matches the warm tone of your lamp light. you can see the way al haitham just gazes at you, causing you to raise your eyebrow.

he shakes his head, as if to reply to your unaired question, before pulling you closer in his hold (as if you weren't already). "just rest and let me take care of you, okay?"

you mindlessly nodded back, smiling as you let yourself be embraced by his warmth. then it was all silence, not the type where you'd both feel so awkward but rather you both feel at ease, just enjoying each other's presence.

you remembered how long it were to have al haitham be this intimate with you. it took you two months before you could have him cuddle with you and another before you had held his hand in public and with him doing his best to ignore the stares some researchers give you two. it was absolutely adorable of him, feeling his hand grab you tighter as you continued walking away from the public's eye. he never let go, not even once until you both reached his office but not without the image of him being all flustered and leaving a fleeting glance at the hand that held yours.

recalling all the little bits of these memories caused you to giggle, humming in glee before catching the cautious stare from your boyfriend. "it's nothing." you reassured him before you went to trace shapes on his toned arms. "we've been through a long way now, huh?"

"yes," al haitham replies, still caught up from thinking what's going through inside your mind. you have that faraway look in your eyes, something he learned you to have whenever you were deep in thought and being the person that he is, he'd always find a way to know what you were thinking.

but it doesn't always end with the way he want it to. you're always way up ahead of him, sensing his intrigue as you'd go change the topic or do something so far from what you've originally planned. it amuses him, it was a trait of yours that he finds endearing.

but something seems to bother you this time.

"sometimes, i think that one day that you'd somehow grow tired of me being this clingy..."

al haitham can feel his breathing hitched when you spoke of those words, slowly peeling his eyes away from the window and went back to focus on observing the expression painted on your face. it was of sorrow, he knew from the way your eyebrows would quirk in a downward crescent along with your lips puckering a little to form a pout. he used one of his free hand to let it rest on your cheeks, making you look up to him and you were welcomed by his rare soft smile.

"i think it would be the opposite," he mused before using his thumb to rub on your cheekbone, eyes catiously gliding back forth and freckle and beauty marks that adorned your beautiful face. al haitham was never good with his words or with his actions but with how he looked at you, eyes soft and so full of unabated adoration, you knew that you're loved.

"how so?" you mirrored his action and started drawing circles on his toned arms, causing his muscles to relax further more against your touch.

"it's quite simple. a gorgeous, loving, loud but sweet woman like you couldn't possibly be more than interested in a man like me. isn't that how people see us?" the doubt that dances along the edge of al haitham's voice could only strum worry in your heart.

you shake your head before pushing yourself up on your elbows, perfectly encasing the man underneath your reach. he now had both his hand on your waist, his fingers dangerously gliding through the small of your back, distracting you of what he thinks is a lecture because he knew he's not one to be clouded with doubt, not when he often thinks things through.

"then i may have already perished if that day ever comes." you can see how al haitham's eyes widened at the confession that soon followed by gentle kisses to his forehead, sliding down to his cheeks before swaying athrough his jaw. and soon, your lips have finally met his. it was sweet and short just like how he would express his affection, fleeting in contact but it burns itself to your memory.

"i love you so much to leave you, do you know that?" you now rest your head on top of his chest with your hands on both his side to hug him back, listening to his now erratic heartbeat, smiling when al haitham reciprocates the gesture. "i already am the luckiest to have captured the heart of the akademiya's greatest scribe so who am i to complain and even consider growing tired of how he shows his own way of affection?"

al haithams's chest buzzed on your cheek as you felt him chuckle, amused with how you put into words the spilling emotions in your heart. and he loves nothing more than to capture each drop and savor it for days to come.

"then i may need some help in improving my show of affections because a certain someone can be so demanding from time to time." you could only give his arm a quick slap from jesting before you found yourselves laughing in each other's embrace.

"you can be a handful too, you know? it takes so much in me not to —" as much as you want to prove how al haitham is indeed a menace in your relationship, he once more placed his hand on your cheek to make him look up to him before plantinf a gentle kiss on your lips, effectively shutting you up.

"and i just know when to take advantage of your doting nature, showing all these rare acts of affection just to please you, my love."

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[evenyvn]

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄. — detective!alhaitham x troublemaker male!reader

chapter 01 : rain and interrogation.

cw : lowercase intended. mentioned of harrasment.

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　　　　rain poured down heavily outside the police station, soaking the empty streets and sidewalks of the city. the sound of water droplets hitting the metal roof and glass windows made the atmosphere feel silent, only interrupted by the occasional clap of thunder in the distance.

street lights reflected light on puddles of water that began to pool on the edge of the sidewalk. behind the office windows, several officers seemed busy with their work, while the roar of the rain that never stopped—as if adding to the impression of silence and seriousness. the smell of wet soil and humid air added to the tension, as if a sign that something was happening out there.

on one of the police officers' desks, a 25-year-old man with (h/c) hair sat casually on a chair right in front of the desk, his legs is crossed, and his arms folded in front of his chest.

his slightly wrinkled clothes seemed to contrast with the serious atmosphere around him. with a tight black shirt that showed off his broad chest and a slightly wet leather jacket hanging on the back of his chair.

a police officer sits across from him gave the man a tired gaze, as if he was already very familiar with the man's behavior. "so, you're causing a commotion again, huh (m/n)?" the policeman said, his voice flat, as if he was no longer surprised by the man's behavior. the man called '(m/n)' smiled slightly, seeming not to be in a hurry.

"i know, i know. i often cause trouble. But this time is different, sir—those fucking bastards were harrassing an innocent lady." he answered in a relaxed tone, almost as if he was telling a story to a friend, and not in an interrogation room.

the policeman took a deep breath. "you say that every time, right? but why does it always end here?" the man shrugged, his expression remaining calm, even too calm. "it can't be helped, sir. if i don't step in, who else will help that lady? sometimes, other people are too much of a cowards to interfere in such matters."

some officers who passed by glanced and shook their heads, they had seen this man's face appear in the police station too often. from small cases to bigger problems. the atmosphere became a little tense, but also not free from boredom. most of people in this police station already knew that this man, although he was here often, had a different perspective.

he came with seemingly noble reasons, but the methods he chose always got him into trouble.

"acting like a hero on the streets won't always solve the problem, you know?" the policeman said while staring at (m/n) sharply, but there was a tired tone in his voice. "but yeah, we're used to it... cases like this never get solved, right?"

(m/n) laughed softly. "Sometimes we just have to get down to business. i can't just stay still." the man said casually as he lean back on his chair.

the police station door opened with a soft squeak. a tall man stepped in, wearing a dark suit that was slightly wet from the rain and a pair of rectangular glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

alhaitham, a detective with fair skin and gray hair, entered the room with calm and calculated steps. although not so striking in appearance, the mysterious and firm aura that surrounded him was enough to make people around him turn away, even without him saying a word.

he passed several tables with a sharp gaze, as if reading every corner of the room and every little detail that might be missed by ordinary eyes. the atmosphere that was initially lively suddenly became quieter when several police officers who were busy typing or talking glanced at each other, realizing his presence.

(m/n) who was sitting on a chair with folded arms and a relaxed expression, suddenly turned his head, his eyes catching the figure of Alhaitham who had just stepped in. unconsciously, he noticed the detective's movements-his presence that was different from ordinary people made him curious.

alhaitham did not realize that he had been watched by the man with (h/c) hair, he seemed used to other people's gazes on him. he seemed busy checking the files at the reception desk, ignoring the hustle and bustle around him for a moment. however, the man who just got involved in a fight continued to look at him with curiosity clearly visible on his eyes.

"who is he, sir?" (m/n) finally asked in a low tone, his relaxed voice breaking the silence that enveloped the police station.

the officer sitting in front of him just shrugged, used to such questions. "that's alhaitham, a detective who is sometimes assigned here. he works mostly alone, i heard he is a genius who has solved cases so perfectly."

the troublemaker of a man nodded slowly, eyes still focused on alhaitham who continued to move around the room. "no wonder... there's a different... vibes. it seems, this guy is not just anyone," he muttered, more to himself, but loud enough for the officers nearby to hear.

alhaitham's green eyes that were focused on the file suddenly caught the man's figure. for a moment, the two of them stare at each other, although no words were spoken. alhaitham realized the gaze, but he did not show any excessive reaction. he just continued his work, as if unaffected by the presence of the curious man.

however, (m/n) felt something interesting, something in the detective that invited his curiosity even deeper.

the (h/c) haired man almost got up from his chair, wanting to approach alhaitham who was checking the files with focus. there was a sense of curiosity that surged within him, something that made him want to know more about the gray-haired detective who had just entered.

the first step had already swung when he started to move, but suddenly a hand of the policeman who was interrogating him—who had previously just been sitting casually on the chair—now reached out and held the man's shoulder gently but firmly.

"uh-uh, where do you think you're going?" said the policeman in a low voice, almost a whisper. "we're not done here yet."

the man turned his head, his gaze a little surprised, but not angry. "what else? i just want to chat with him for a moment," he answered casually, trying to pull his shoulder away from the policeman's hand that was holding him.

the officer shook his head slowly, his expression was familiar with this man's behavior. "don't cause any more trouble. we just talked about your own case, right? don't bother him."

however, the troublemaker still tried to escape from the police's restraint, with high curiosity in his eyes. "i won't bother him, i just want to talk. i'm curious about him, he seems like a different person. sir," he answered with a light voice.

the policeman took a deep breath, not too surprised by the man's attitude. "you know what will happen if you fight back, right?" he said in a slightly sharp tone, trying to hold back his patience.

the (h/c) haired man paused for a moment, realizing that he might get himself into more trouble if he continued to resist. he sat back down with a look of dissatisfaction evident on his face. although he would have preferred to talk to the gray haired man, he knew that this interrogation was not over yet and there was no point in making any more trouble.

"okay, sir. I understand," he said with a frown, but his gaze still did not leave detective alhaitham who was still busy minding his own bussiness. "but I'm still curious about him."

the policeman nodded slowly, as if he had predicted the man's reaction. "you still have plenty of time to chat, but don't cause any trouble. wait until we done."

the man finally sat back down, although his curiosity about the detective had not disappeared. he knew that if he had the chance, he would definitely approach the detective. But this time, he had to hold back and wait until the interrogation was over.

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[enden-k]

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[aha-chuu]

Sorta interesting thing I noticed while reading Kavetham / haiveh fanfiction is that the most popular fanon seems to be that Kaveh is into make-up and has a whole beauty/skincare routine, but -

If you look at their faces, Al Haitham is the one obviously wearing make up? Like he has his peachy eye shadow situation and the same liner Kaveh has. Kaveh does have more pronounced eyelashes (mascara maybe?) but Al Haitham is definitely also wearing some make up, if not more make up.

I sorta like the idea that Kaveh, distractible architect extraordinaire, has the same insomnia I do and so doesn't get out of bed until the last minute before leaving. So he actually never plans time to do complex make up, if any at all, and his hair is stuck with a million clips and no sense of cohesion. His shirt is half unbuttoned cos he literally walked out of the door still pulling it on.

In contrast, Al Haitham has his life (and morning routine) in order, so he has time for a splash of eye shadow in the morning. He's very efficient and bare-bones about it, just a couple of products to look a little more presentable, but it's there. And ofc looking good is important when you're so recognisable.

[l1tw1ck]

Genshin Men With a Hot Professor

Includes|Bottom FTM: Aether, Al Haitham, Kaveh x Top Masc Reader

[Part Two: Tighnari, Cyno, Wanderer]

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You recently transferred to a new college, teaching a subject you're incredibly passionate about. Your classes quickly grew in size, which you assumed was because of how much the students loved your subject. In reality, most of them were there just for the eye candy

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Aether

no language for genitals used

☆ Aether's one of the many students who joined the class for you specifically

☆ He caught your attention one day when they came in wearing a very revealing outfit. you had trouble focusing the whole class

☆ They noticed your constant glances and sent you an email later that day, asking if you had any time for a drink

☆ You ended up eating Aether out in a hotel room and fucking them wherever possible

☆ On the bed, in the shower, in the tub, against the front door, etc

☆ Aether was so obedient for you, calling you sir and begging so sweetly

Al Haitham

AFAB language used

☆ Al Haitham is one of the few who signed up for educational purposes, your appearance was only a bonus

☆ He couldn't help but feel a little tingle whenever you praised him for his good work. Your deep voice saying his name along with a compliment unique to him made him melt

☆ Feeling your big strong hands rub his shoulder or patting his back leaves him so horny. They're so big, he constantly wonders how they'd feel groping his chest

☆ One day you spend some time in the lecture room with him after classes are out. It started out as harmless extra help, at least in your eyes, and then Al Haitham brought your hands to his chest and invited you to squeeze them

☆ He ended up riding you shirtless while your hands and mouth worked on his soft chest. His cunt was so sensitive from you biting and pulling his nipples

☆ You left him sore and full of marks, his legs were so weak you had to give him a ride to his dorm

Kaveh

no language for genitals used

☆ Kaveh joined your class mostly because of Al Haitham, at first he was going to try and one up him in it but then he saw you walk in

☆ He did everything in his power to be in your good graces and get your attention

☆ You noticed his advances immediately, he's not the best at flirting and he definitely isn't good at being subtle but you liked that about him

☆ One thing led to another and Kaveh ended up on his knees in front of you, stuffing his mouth full of you and eager to swallow your spend

☆ You quickly learned how much of a slut he is when he asked you to spank him, pull his hair, and call him a dirty whore

☆ He loves getting degraded and ordered around by you, your husky and authoritative voice made him cum so easily