HEAD EMPTY, JUST WANNA FUCK YOU PT. 2

HEAD EMPTY, JUST WANNA FUCK YOU PT. 2

pairing: caelus/f!reader, dan heng/f!reader, gepard/f!reader (separate)

cw: (all) sexual fantasies, unconventional turn-ons, they’re all pervs, (caelus) established relationship, gross misuse of lotion?, cum play, hand job, cum eating, mutual masturbation, cumming in pants, he calls you ‘princess,’ (dan heng) m!masturbation, reader wears a skirt, gross misuse of social media pictures, pussy job, overstimulation, marking, cunnilingus, (gepard) reader has long, manicured nails, hand job, choking?, making out, marking, creampie

wc: 1.3k, 400~ each | join the taglist

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CAELUS' eyes can't help but wander sometimes. He doesn't mean to have his attention waver! It's just how he is so it's no surprise that he's slowly zoning your voice out as his eyes traced over your movements like a hawk to its breakfast. You were talking about... what was it... Fragmentums? He wants to apologize but it's not his fault that whatever the subject of your conversation was is so boring compared to how your hands slowly rubbed against each other, a creamy liquid being pushed in between your fingers and under your fingernails. It smells so good too—a feminine maturity with a dark undertone that knocks the breath out of his throat. He watches the way your fingers slowly circled around your knuckles, pressing and massaging each with tender care before sliding your hands up your arms. Your motion causes your skin to ripple gently, bouncing back to shape tantalizingly as the lotion goes from opaque to translucent. His dick throbs at that. Lust sinks its claws into his head and suddenly, the air is too hot because... because what if it wasn't lotion? What if it was his cum that's dripping from your hands? What if after you pumped him dry with your soft hands, you'd rub at your fingers and bring it to your mouth—eyes solely focused on him before they flutter close as you sucked them dry, moaning at the salty taste of him before reaching out and clawing for more? Would you let him fuck into his palm as he watches you squeeze at your flesh, tracing fine lines with another hand as you reached down to your heat? Caelus thinks you'd look so, so pretty as your fingers mimic the way you'd draw circles over your knuckles to your nub—the prettiest as you knock your head back, lips parted in a silent moan as tears well up in your eyes. You'd tell him to "please, please hurry, Caelus!" and he will because there's nothing he won't do for his precious princess. He'll chase his high through the beautiful sight of you and he'll come over your bare chest, using the tip of his cock to spread and paint a love heart over your flushed skin. What can you say? That's just how much he loves you. You'll forgive him for how dirty his thoughts are, right? And for making a mess on your sheets, a dark, wet patch spreading over your comforters as it drips past and down his pants.

DAN HENG prides himself over his control over his sexual needs. In fact, he'd argue that he didn't have much of a libido to worry about in his day-to-day affairs. Ah, but... That was all before you. Something about you has him clenching his teeth, whites of his knuckles appearing as he tried to force the downright disrespectful image of you in his wild, wild thoughts. He's just about flipped you in a hundred different positions in his mind while you cling to his arm, unknowing of how much he's lewding you. Even now, as you lay in peace and secure under the warmth of your blankets, Dan Heng shoves himself in the corner of the archives, pants unbuckled and half-way down his toned thighs as he tried to muffle his sensual groans. It's dark and everyone's already sound asleep and yet, here he was, disregarding the fact that he's a member of the expedition team for tomorrow's mission in favor of rutting up the hand coiled around his twitching cock. It's so unlike him to be so depraved that he can only moan louder around the hem of his shirt that's caught in between his teeth. The way the cool air hit his exposed stomach made him avert his gaze, unluckily—or not—back to the object of his desires. He uses his free hand to reach for his phone, the only light in the room that could illuminate how reddened his cheeks have become. Dilated eyes stared at your profile, fingers spreading to zoom at the patch of skin taunting his heady daze. It's so innocent; how you're beaming at the camera and how you chose such a cute outfit, such a cute mini-skirt for him to rub his cock raw over. Dan Heng's cusses as more fluid oozes out. It's just so invigorating how your thighs looked so heavenly in that skirt, and he's torn between wanting to flip it over to glide his hardened cock over your moist folds until both of your are screaming from oversensitivity or shoving his face in between them, tonguing and leaving hickies over your thighs before sucking the life out of your swollen clit. He lets out the prettiest pants as he approaches his climax and he wonders... Would you be disgusted with him if you saw him like this, disheveled from the need to fuck you dumb? Or would you smile at him like you are now through your picture, encouraging the corrupted descent of his mind? Dan Heng could only wonder about it as cum oozes out of his poor, overused dick—spurting even on his phone, conveniently over your untouched thighs.

GEPARD knows it's wrong; that it goes against not only the Silvermane Guards' code of conduct but also his personal moral standards to think about you with such degeneracy when you're not even doing anything that can come across as a sexual insinuation. Still, against all the fiber and nerve in his body, his heart races. It thumps against his ribcage, pumping blood to his head, making his vision spin and to his cock that strains against the constraints of his pants. He tries to shake it off, thinking of all sorts of tragic things just to remove the weight of immorality over his shoulders but you fan your fingers over his face and fuck—he's a goner. You tap your nails over the metal part of his uniform, giggling guiltlessly as you flaunt your freshly done nails. They're so pretty, you nearly squeal and he agrees. They're so pretty that he can picture them so vividly spreading and gripping his white, linen sheets. The colors would pop up in contrast so well and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from tangling his own over yours as he fucked himself into your squelching pussy from behind. You point out the embellishments you had added and all he can think about is how good it'll feel as you use your nails to graze over his thick cock. You'll giggle cutely into his ear before taking him into your hand, pumping him teasingly at first before you pick up the pace as you feel him press at your throat, guiding you to a sloppy, wet kiss. You'll feel him licking at your teeth, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth while his hand remains as a firm reminder around your neck, and when he bites harshly at your lip, you'll know he's cumming—making a mess all over your fingers. You'll complain about him ruining your manicure and he's pressing apologetic kisses over your mounds. Maybe then, he'll finally let you have a glimpse of why he loves your nails so much. It's so obvious when he gently pushes you to lie on his bed; when he parts your legs and pushes his leaky cock into you; when he purposefully lowers himself while slowly stretching you out. He makes you feel every inch he takes because it makes you so desperate, whining into his ear and reaching around to dig fine, red lines behind his back. The sweet pain from your needy clawing drives him crazy and he's sure that he'll cum if he didn't pause for a bit. You're both already so fucked out but he's not done yet. He plows into you with all the strength and stamina he gained from being a captain and he never slows—just ruts into you like a rabid animal and only after you engrave small crescents over his chest does he shoot his load deep inside of you. He comes back to reality when you snap your fingers in front of him. You miss the dark look in his eyes when he chuckles and disregards your concern with an offer to pay for your next manicure trip.

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LUST WITHIN.

— featuring ┊jing yuan, dan heng, gepard x f!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊cw: pregnancy sex, mentions of pregnancy, not proofread, they’re so gentle w u foreals! somewhat!, slight titsucking oop, dirty talk, slight slightttt vaginal fingering, u were just feeling a lil horny guys dw abt it, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊hihi! i had like a few brain farts n i was working on like 3 fics at the same time that wasn’t a good idea but well i was half asleep while writing this so it’s kinda messy + i still have a lot of drafts so some requests might come in late whoopsies pls b patient

✦ JING YUAN

“i’m gonna get you pregnant, sweetheart.”

you stared at him in disbelief, eyes travelling down to your huge belly and then back to his gaze, tilting your head. “.. but i’m already—“

“twins, angel. i’ll give you twins.”

jing yuan tried his hardest to hold himself back, he loved just how sensitive you were.. squirming underneath him as you flinched at the most slightest touch from him, the tips of his fingers running up your back as you felt your legs shake every slam of his hips. you gasped at the feeling of his thrusts gently rubbing against your walls, careful not to hurt you or cause any discomfort. you were desperate for him, he knew that. jing yuan kept your knees pinned on the mattress licking his lips at the sight of his cum seeping out of your drenched cunt, savouring in the feeling of your insides pulsing around him. a white ring was glazed around his cock, not wasting any time to interest two fingers inside.

“yeah.. you like it when i fuck you like this, angel? look at you.. you’re creamin’ all over my cock sweetheart..” he was absolutely drenched in sweat, his bangs sticking to his face as he pushed your hair away from your face. “let me see you, dove. let me see just how well i fuck you.” your pussy throbbed at his words, choked moans leaving your throat as you could almost feel every inch of his dick inside of you. he was so careful with you.. the tip of his cock kissing your cervix at every thrust he gave you, deep and loving. jing yuan brought a hand to your belly, gently smoothing the fabric over it as his thumb drifted over your belly button. “m’ gonna give you another, dove. this pretty pussy is too good for me to waste just like that, right?”

he grunted as your cunt clenched around him again, feeling your warmness around him. he absolutely lost it, groaning once more before picking up the speed of his thrusts, bringing his large hand to squeeze your throat, the other finding itself on your waist. “fuck.. good, good girl. such a good girl baby.. takin’ my cock so well.” his touch.. drove you absolutely crazy. you were pregnant, you were a lot more sensitive than usual and that didn’t make it any better.. your mouth hung open in pleasure, you were losing your mind over how much pleasure your dearest husband was giving you. at this point, he might ruin you instead of giving you another baby.

✦ DAN HENG

honestly dan heng refused to the idea at first, not because he didn’t want to but instead he didn’t want to cause you any discomfort, he didn’t want to hurt you. but how could he say no to you when you’re tugging at his clothes like that, eyes filled with lust begging for him to fuck you.. cute little nipples poking out of your shirt as they rubbed against his arm. fuck. he really couldn’t say no to you. dan heng rammed his hips against yours, what were you doing to him? he was getting desperate, desperate at the thought of filling you up once more. once you clenched around him for the first time, he almost came immediately. he really can’t restrain himself whenever he’s with you, determined to fill you up with his load until he was absolutely sure you would bear another child.

your entire body throbbed with the immense heat and lust, each whimper that left your lips were like music to his ears, he wanted more. he wanted to hear you cry out his name. a low breathy sigh erupted from his throat, his lips now on your neck, kissing and nibbling roughly as his kisses on your neck were filled with lust and heat you hadn’t felt in so long. you inhaled sharply, running your fingers through his hair, tugging at it gently. you arched your back slightly at how deep he was inside your cunt, stretching you out more than he should. “d—dan heng.. s’ good..” you were nearing your orgasm, yanking his hair more roughly now. he caressed your stomach ever so gently with his palm, a string of saliva following his lips, connected from your neck marking you just where he wanted.

his fingers sink onto the flesh of your hips, kissing the shell of your ear as he came, his cum painting your cunt white. the overwhelming pleasure was flowing through every part of your body, but you still.. wanted more than you got. dan heng watches your his cum leave your pussy, curling his fingers inside your cunt as he still kept himself inside you, thrusting his hips against yours again as an attempt to shove his load back inside. he couldn’t help but chuckle. “sorry, it was about to make a huge mess. can’t be having that now, can we?”

✦ GEPARD

gepard had his hands on your overstimulated breasts, his mouth watering at the sight of it. he prayed to every star in the sky, thanking every single one, thanking them for letting him marry such a beautiful woman like you. just look at you, all laid out on the bed with your huge belly there for him to see.. wet cunt displayed for him as well, his cum making a huge mess on the mattress. gepard sucked on your sensitive nipples, the warmth of his mouth had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, cumming yourself as it added to the mess on the mattress. he knew how to make you feel good, he knew just how to pinpoint your weak spots. he sucked and lapped at your nipple, then did the same to the other. he brought his hand down to fuck you with his fingers, plunging his digits into your drooling wet cunt as he curled it almost immediately, thrusting into the sweetest spots inside. “you’re incredible princess,” he mumbled against your skin, licking his lips. “you’ll have me wrapped around your finger at this rate.”

that was all that left his mouth before giving your lips a quick peck as he grabbed your hips, pounding into you until the tip reached and brushed against your deepest areas, a red hue on his cheeks as his hands spreads the fat of your ass, throwing his head back at how good you felt. you felt as if you were already so so full, his huge cock brushed against the sweetest areas as gepard fucks you deep, deep as ever. the blonde could feel just how tight your walls clenched around him each gentle pound, gripping your hips and angled your body a certain angle. your nails scratched against his back. the bed creaked as he hissed, teeth clenched as a few swear words slipped from his lips. he intertwined his fingers with yours, his panting increasing as his chest heaved up and down burying his face in your shoulder, a loud yet cute moan leaving his lips. “you feel so good princess.. mm.. you want another baby? i’ll.. i’ll give you one. i’m sure of it..—“

oh yeah. gepard is most definitely gonna give you another baby.

captain's mercy w/ gepard .

desc. : I needed a day to cleanse myself after writing this. Gepard takes a step out of his comfort zone, but he kind of enjoys exerting some authority over you... (wc : 2k)

tags / cw : nsfw, afab!reader, fingering, overstimulation, crying :((, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), power play (?) kind of, gepard has you entirely at his mercy (willingly), one (1) spank, choking (not really, but worth the tag), not proofread!

Spontaneity was never Gepard's strong point, and he was almost painfully aware of it. When he knew something was meant to happen, he needed to have utmost control over the situation. He needed to plan it out in his head ahead of time, laying out every single possibility and its outcome so that he could decide how he would handle the situation. But when Gepard was stripped of this control, he couldn't tell left from right or up from down, and everything in his mind became one jumbled, pretty kettle of fish. So, of course, he becomes a flustered, stammering mess when you confront him in the bedroom, saying that you didn't want things to proceed as they usually do. 

You were seated above him, holding both of his hands down by the wrists. There was a mischievous glint to your eyes that Gepard didn’t like one bit. He trusted you, but sometimes your antics could be… Concerning, to say the least. He felt a lump rise in his throat involuntarily, before he willed himself to gulp it down. Just the way you were staring at him alone was making his face light up in bright red. 

“I think that,” you finally began, breaking the tense silence that clung to the air like a vice. “You…” tantalizingly slow, you trail one of your nails up his chest, eyes following the motion before coming to rest on his lips, “Should treat me a little rougher tonight.”

Gepard’s eyes widened momentarily, flickering nervously around the room. “What do you mean by that?” he asks, attempting to mask the way his voice shakes with a quick cough. Though it’s hard to deny how he feels when he’s more than sure you can feel the way his veins pulse under his skin.

A gentle smile graced your lips, momentarily breaking your facade. “I don’t want you to be gentle tonight, Geppie,” you speak softly, but Gepard heard your voice loud and clear. Almost too loud, in fact, wincing the moment those words left your lips. You can’t help but let a small giggle slip at his jumpiness. He could be so cute sometimes, especially in vulnerable moments like these.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He asks, apprehension laced in his voice. For the first time, he was able to make proper eye contact with you, and you were certain you saw a glint of endearment in those sapphire eyes of his. 

You laid your head down his chest, drawing small circles into his side with your fingertips. Your touch was enough to ignite thousands of tiny fires underneath his skin. “I need you to have your way with me,” you reply, laughing softly at the way his heartbeat sped up at your little request. “Treat me like one of your soldiers, Gepard.” 

Oh, okay then. There goes the last bit of control he thought he had over the situation.

Insubordination… Well that was one way to put it. Slowly, Gepard shifted his weight, moving himself over you. Your head was caged between his arms as he looked down at you, studying your face for a hint of emotion, anything. But the moment he decided it was safe to move his head down to kiss you, you simply turned around. Ah, so that’s how it’s going to be. 

“How do you want me to do that?”

“You know exactly how.” Your reply was sudden, without missing a beat. You sat upright once more before slipping off of him, taking your place to his side. His gaze followed your every move tentatively, watching you like a hawk. But all you did in return was smile up at him innocently, waiting for him to make the next move. “Well?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your tone, “You’re not just going to take my insubordination, are you?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, lips pressed hotly to the shell of your ear. Every syllable sends a shiver down your spine, and there’s a certain heaviness to his tone that you can’t quite describe. The way his breath fanned the side of your face is enough to spark that little fire of desire in your core. When you simply refused to answer, instead closing your eyes and feigning sleep, Gepard could feel one of the many threads of his patience snap. Of all the places to feel like he’s doing his job, it had to be the bedroom. 

“I think I asked you a question,” he persisted, tone tinged with exasperation. Though his voice was steady, there was still a slight shake in the way his hand trailed down your lower back. It came to rest on your backside, unmoving but firm. When he pulled back, you braced yourself for the impact that never came and Gepard took notice of the way your shoulders tensed. He was never planning on hitting you in the first place, but when he turned his attention to your now-glistening cunt, he figured he knew why you reacted the way you did. 

The puzzle pieces are slowly beginning to fit together in his mind, and he starts to understand what it really is that you want him to do. He’d be damned if he didn’t try his best to deliver on your wishes, but the territory was a bit foreign to him. With a vice-like grip on your hips, he dragged them upwards and angled them down, leaving you ass up, face down on the mattress. You kept your lips pursed, waiting to see where he was going with this. 

Slowly, he pressed a palm flat against your cunt before gently trailing his fingers up and down your folds. One of them reached forwards, rubbing soft circles around your clit. Instinctively, you bucked your hips back against his hand, wanting to feel more of his touch. But Gepard pulled back instantly at your impatience, leaving you to whine weakly in protest. 

Gepard put his other hand back on your hip, tight grip holding you in place. His other hand returned to your folds, slipping two fingers into your sopping cunt. You hissed at the intrusion, his cold fingers prodding around your walls in search of that one spot. When he pressed against it tentatively, your gentle sigh was telltale enough for him to continue. Gepard’s hand got to work, the rough pads of his fingers massaging your walls with every thrust. 

He quickly worked you up to your pleasure point, and soon the feeling became too much to bear. Your release coated his wrist in a sticky mess as he continues to work you open, fingers scissoring your walls with no sign of stopping. The air is filled with the melodic squelching of your cunt against his palm and your breathy squeals of pleasure, a tune that plays in sweet harmony in his mind. But he doesn’t stop at one orgasm, no, he keeps going. 

Two, three, four, you’ve lost count at this point. Your hand would’ve cramped up long ago, but Gepard’s stamina was seemingly unmatched. “P-Please,” Your voice breaks his concentration, a weak protest falling on his ears, “No more, please…” But your pleading is futile, and Gepard leaned over you to speak in your ear once more. 

“You told me to have my way with you,” He spoke, tone low and daring. “Good soldiers follow orders, isn’t that what you wanted?” It made the breath hitch in your throat as you meekly hid your face in the pillow, a vain attempt at escaping his calculating gaze. You shook your head, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you tried and failed to escape his hold. The weakness of your knees made you sob pathetically, and it felt like your body was betraying your every whim to escape the overwhelming feeling. 

“Too much,” you croaked, fighting back the tears that continued to well up in your eyes. You didn’t think that Gepard could be so relentless, especially after he seemed so tense to indulge your desires. Yet he persisted, ignoring your plea for mercy. In a final show of defiance, you pulled yourself from his grip, laying your tummy flat on the bed. Your cunt continued to throb with overstimulation, but the cramp in your knees was immediately soothed. Gepard, however, wasn’t too impressed with your disobedience. 

Though it wasn’t that hard, the sudden impact on your ass had you jolt, jittery veins of pleasure surging towards your core. “Seeing as you can’t take what’s given to you,” Gepard’s voice was cold, almost uncharacteristic of your normally-gentle lover. “You leave me no choice but to exert authority.” The clinking of his belt made your head perk up with a mix of apprehension and excitement before he pressed his hardness to your hot core. 

He put his hands back on your hips, slowly dragging them back up from where they rest on the bed, before plunging his cock deep into your cunt. At this point, your mind was swimming with pleasure, choosing to embrace the way your cunt greedily sucked in his cock rather than fight against the stimulation. The first thrust made your head spin, but his pace remained slow, and you needed him deeper. "Captain," you called out airily, tilting your head back to look at him, "You can do better than that."

The final thread of his patience snapped, and Gepard was just about done with your antics. He turned your head back to the front, before pushing it down to the pillow. "You're only to speak when spoken to," he bites back, shoving his cock deeper into your core. You could only whine pathetically at the way he stretched you open, adopting a much rougher pace. His hand trailed from your head towards your arm, grabbing your wrist and pinning it against your back.

He used his grip on your arm as leverage to piston his length in and out of your slippery cunt. The force he used made you keen, breathy gasps of pleasure mixing with the wet, vulgar sound of skin on skin. Gepard’s eyes were trained intently on the spot you two were connected, not paying much mind to the way you squirm in pleasure. When you did manage to catch his eye with a small cry of his name, he was quick to silence your pleas with a kiss, using his free hand to tilt your face towards his. 

His hand traveled down your face to rest on your neck, not pressing into the skin but rather reminding you of its presence. The feeling sent a flurry of pleasure straight to your core, causing your walls to flutter around him. He sucked in a breath, teetering close to the edge himself. The hand that wasn’t rested on your neck trailed down to your clit, rubbing fast circles around the swollen bud. The extra stimulation was all you needed to throw your body over the edge, mind tumbling into a sea of bliss. 

The spasming of your core helped Gepard reach his own high, burying himself as deep as he could before releasing his hot load. Your cunt milked him for all that he’s worth, waves of euphoria engulfing your body until all your senses went numb. Gepard helped you ride out your high, his gentle kisses to your back in stark contrast to the way he handled you earlier.

“How was that?” Gepard huffed, collapsing next to you on the soft mattress. One of his hands caressed the side of your face, gently pushing your tousled locks to the side. 

You could barely form any thoughts in your post-orgasmic haze, it was a miracle that Gepard himself still seemed composed. “Amazing…” you sighed breathily, closing your eyes to melt into his touch. “You should do that more often.” 

Gepard’s face flushed a deep red at your confession. He hadn’t gone too overboard, had he? But you seemed far too tired to discuss that right now, so maybe it would be best if he let you rest for now. After all, he was sure he’d properly overworked you this time. As you peacefully drifted off to sleep, he tenderly cleaned you up with a damp cloth before joining you in bed. He may have had his way, but his priority was always your well-being and care…

I WILL PROOFREAD THIS SOON !! attempting to will the horny back into my body after retiring for 2 weeks to write my Rimworld vampire god vessel cinematic universe lore. I had to put my whole milkussy into this...

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PERIOD COMFORT [GEPARD LANDAU]

notesˏˋ°•*⁀➷ my period has been kicking my butt right off the bat :c n ofc geppie has been on my mind, so i came up with these headcannons ! , i might have listened to bunch of period comfort audios while making this... ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

contents ❥・no warnings! just fluffy caring boyfriend gepard !! afab!reader⭒no pronouns specified ฅ ฅ mayyybe just a lil self-indulgent ~ no proofread me thinks..

⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ

he knows how bad it gets because of serval, so he's quick to give in-depth suggestions when you're in pain.

when you two are in the comfort of your home he's stuck to you like glue, a portable teddy bear to snuggle anywhere and anytime <3

when you become a short-tempered whiny mess he can't help but blush at how cute you are, resulting in you only becoming more whiny when you realize he wasn't listening to you...

his hands are big heating pads! you love it when his palms are flushed against your skin, rubbing warm circles into your flesh.

speaking of heating pads, his favorite thing you request him to do is rub your stingy, mean tummy.

he big spoons you, one hand wrapping around you as his hand rests on your lower abdomen, the other pillowing your head, warm palm incinerating the pain as his fingers untangle the tension in your lower abdomen.

because of this, he's grown quite fond of the plush of your tummy... ૮꒰ ྀི◜๑◝ ꒱ა

he is quick to cradle you in his arms when the cramps hit you hard, doing anything you ask for to make sure you're the most comfortable. he does not mind the nails that dig into his skin when your uterus contracts a certain way, nor the tight, deadly, and inconsistent squeezes you have his hands in.

he stays in bed with you for as long as you like, only leaving briefly when you request for food, liquids, or medication.

constantly reminds you to drink water, the words 'hydration is key!' on the tip of his tongue when you refuse. you don't have the heart to refuse him afterward.

because he considers himself a skilled cook, he makes your favorite meals with ease, pride swelling in his chest when he watches your pretty face light up as you dig in. he has to restrain himself from kissing you on the lips right then and there!

overall he's a champ when it comes to menstrual problems, making sure his precious lover is happy and content ! ྀི

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。SECRET — AL-HAITHAM.

pls come join me in silly haitham agenda and indulge me in the idea that he can be very playful and cute and lovely and charming thank you

al-haitham hates meetings.

and yet, here he is, struggling to find his clothes frustratedly in nothing but his boxers as he readies himself for one. to add to his misery, he can’t seem to find any of his regular clothes—how is it possible for all pairs of pants to be gone from his (neatly organized) closet? perhaps he was doomed from the moment he accepted his position—though it was hesitantly, and only under the agreement that it would be temporary.

he didn’t ask to be acting grand sage—and he certainly didn’t ask for all the responsibility that comes with it. but now, on the morning of a very important meeting which he absolutely cannot miss no matter how often he tries to make himself scarce in akademiya matters that simply don’t concern him, he rummages through clothes with a string of curses under his breath.

“are you planning on wearing pants?” you giggle, making him eye you wearily over his shoulder.

“well, that depends,” he huffs, “would you prefer me to show up like this?”

“of course not, this is a view reserved for myself only. and one that’s hardly appropriate for the grand sage,” you grin, pressing freshly laundered clothes into his hands.

he accepts them graciously—they’re still warm, like they’ve been freshly washed and dried for him to wear. you watch as he slips into his pants, admiring the pulls and flexes of his muscles as he dresses.

“how is it that i feel more exposed now that i’m dressed than before,” he raises a brow, “it must be your eyes practically undressing me.”

“oh but mister grand sage,” you tease, making him grumble a faint correction of acting grand sage as he rolls his eyes, “forgive me for my lack of manners. it’s just that…well, never mind. it’s a secret,” you giggle.

he turns, walking up to you as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his chest as he leans closer. he’ll run late if he doesn’t leave soon—but not late enough that he can’t spare a moment or two for you.

“a secret, you say?” he hums, nose brushing against the column of your neck. you shiver, fingers grasping at the smooth skin of his bare shoulders. “as acting grand sage, i require intel on this secret.”

“that’s an abuse of power,” you inhale sharply when he presses a kiss to your jaw, as the warmth of his breath hits your skin from the low chuckle he lets out.

“is it?” he grins, “i’m sure if i really wanted to abuse power, i would have by now.”

his head moves up so that his lips just hover over your own—it’s unfair, how tantalizingly slow he is at leaning into you, how his touch ghosts over you. it makes you lean in to close the gap yourself, but he doesn’t make it so simple. he pulls away quickly, chuckling at the pout that tugs at your lips.

“this is corruption,” you gasp.

“then i suggest you tell me this secret of yours.”

“well,” you make a show to look around, as though any eavesdroppers could make themselves present in your empty home—kaveh has already left early, with his keys forgotten, again. “i’ve come to realize that you’re quite handsome, mister grand sage. and…well, i’m afraid i’ve fallen quite deeply for your charms. i don’t know how i’ll break it to my lover.”

“your lover?” he furrows his brows in confusion, making you nod solemnly.

“yes, my lover. you might’ve heard of him? the akademiya’s scribe?” you smile widely once he rolls his eyes at your mischief, wrapping your arms around his neck while his snake tighter around your waist.

“i see. it’s a grave predicament indeed,” he nods, face as serious as ever as he plays along.

“yes,” you sigh dramatically, “i’m afraid i’m in a terribly difficult spot. i can’t decide if i love the scribe or you, mister grand sage. but if word got around that i’ve got my eye on two men…. well, my reputation would be in ruins.”

“well, we wouldn’t want that,” he shakes his head, squeezing your hips with his large hands and pulling you against his chest.

“any advice who i should pick?”

“i think,” he presses his forehead to yours, lips just barely a few millimeters away, “that they’re both equally good options.”

“then would you keep my secret? that i have two lovers at once?”

he laughs, soft and boyish from his chest, with a honeyed sound that fills your heart to the brim so quickly, it skips two beats.

“i believe i can keep it hidden, yes,” he nods.

and just when he leans in to close the gap, you pull away, pressing his shirt to his chest and plastering a devious grin on your face as you snicker.

“wonderful,” you nod in glee, “then you might want get dressed and make your way to the akademiya. i heard there’s an important meeting today that you simply cannot be late for.”

with that, you saunter out of the bedroom, leaving him to grumble over his unfortunately demanding position that he should not have ever accepted under any circumstance.

i wish to bite him immediately

GEPARD BEING TALL APPRECIATION POST ‼️🗣🗣

Istg that was the only thing I focused on during the story💀

Mf didn’t even fit the screen 😭