Sam: Where did all these monsters come from?!
Peter: I can answer that!
Stephen: DON'T!
Peter: Mister Doctor Strange and I were playing Dungeons and Dragons with some of the novices, and he got upset when his level 17 Mage nearly got annihilated by a Homunculus.
Scott: I think I understood half of that sentence.
Peter: Anyway, he wanted to prove that he'd be able to beat one in real life as a true Master of the Mystic Arts, so he summoned every monster on our board so we could fight them!
Everyone: ...
Tony: Steph-
Stephen: I don't want to talk about it!
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drooling sobbing CREAMING at your Zhongli smut post sjadbaidna 😭<333 if it's okay with you would you be willing to write Dom Alhaitham smut with afab reader?I know this man gets off of his pretty girl sweet moans everytime he handles her cunny so roughly but he never forgets to praise her.IT WOULD BE A SCENARIO LIKE he's railing you like it's the last time he'll ever get to taste that oh so sweet pleasure only the reader could provide while simultaneously praising her "Doing so good f'me" "You like that, pretty?" And eventually he'll have to cover her sweet lips because oh no!!What if his annoying roommate suddenly comes home?:((( He wouldn't want to get caught during the act,even if the thought of showing you off is screaming at the back os his head he knows the sweet cunny he's fucking is only his to see (although Kaveh would've known not to come home that night)
i had to let this man have his moment eventually😩 but im going back to bullying him right after this
notes: dom!al haitham, SUPER possesive!al haitham, desperate!al haitham, afab!reader, no pronouns used, praise, themes of voyeurism
al haitham was painfully aware of how kaveh and you are best friends. seeing you waltz your way in and out of his house at all hours of the day to fetch kaveh or bring him home after a night of drinking. coming and going almost every day, like a little songbird flitting to and fro.
but that little songbird never seemed to want to perch for too long.
why won't you stay longer? why won't you look his way instead?
the worst is when you and kaveh just sit in the living room, chatting away. noisy and giggling as you gossip about archon knows what with no concern paid to al haitham reading quietly in the corner. (except he isn't. it was just a front so he could sneak glances your way as your absorbed in conversation.)
he could typically temper down these feeling (though it was growing harder day by day) until it all came to a crescendo one evening.
you had appeared at their place again, his little songbird pecking about curiously in search for it's friend, unaware of the stoic-faced tomcat that had been eyeing his prey since it crossed the threshold.
"kaveh's out on a project now. he won't be back for a bit." stay with me instead, he didn't add.
"oh, i'll just wait here, then."
so, his songbird had finally landed.
. . .
"haitham, h-haitham!"
yes, that's it. just his name spilling from those lips he's dreamed about.
"fuck, ahh! s-so big. . ."you can barely piece the words together between each moan punched from your lungs as he fucks you deeper into his mattress. "haitham, hai-ggh! please, m-more!"
"anything you wish, love."
finally. finally he had you all to himself, your soft, exposed skin pressed flush between him and his sheets below. seeing you in his room, surrounded by his things solidified his conviction that you belonged here, with him.
"that's it. fuck, you're so tight." he grunts, snapping his hips back into you, arched so pretty for him. "so good for me. feels so good inside."
your cunt is so warm and wet, a perfect snug fit around his cock. almost like you were made for him. his restraint was already wavering so soon, barely holding it together as he fucks you from behind, hands almost bruising the fullness of your hips as he seemed to hold on for dear life.
archons, what about you makes him fall apart so easily? he was always in control. of his life, his emotions, all until you made your pretty little self known to him.
"let me hear you, be good and let me hear." he breathes, biting down on the sweet column of your exposed neck
a small chorus of your moans remain muffled by one of his pillows you had buried your face in, whimpering as you finally removed it to mention your fears of kaveh hearing.
kaveh? you still have the mental faculties to worry about that bastard?
suddenly, a toned bicep rounds your neck, pulling you up and off the sheets, instead now held so tightly against al haitham's heaving chest. a large coarse hand covers your mouth, silencing the moan startled from you when he presses all the way back in to your twitching pussy, so deep and rough at this new angle.
"no, he doesn't-fuck!" he curses at the sudden clench of your cunt, shoving the hand not busy silencing all those cute whimpers down to your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "he doesn't get to hear. . ." he redoubles his efforts, thrusting his cock up into that spot that makes your thighs tremble and makes you squeal under his muffling hand, cunt throbbing and juices spilling as you cum hard on his cock.
cause even if the little songbird isn't quite his, he'll be sure that you only sing for him.
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