hi y’all hehe sorry I’ve been gone for so long, I had family stuff and then broke my arm (weak ass bones over here) but I’m finally back and also adding spiderverse characters to my write list… I’m very normal.
For asmos bday this yr can someone post 10k word fanfic where he is rlly irritating and then gets railed into oblivion not for me just in his honor like an offering . Also hes trans
warnings: maso haitham, spanking, bondage, mindbreak, dacrylphilia, brat tamer reader, gags, wax play
"is this why you were being such a bitch during our dinner, al haitham? so that you could get off to pain? what a nasty slut.." your words could barely reach al haitham, who was too busy enjoying the way that the candle from your dinner trickled down his body. his gag was shiny in spit as he cried out, and the red ropes tying him up ma
"i bet you had me in your mind the entire night, wondering how long you could test me.. maybe i should spank you until you learn your lesson. i'll leave you red and sore, isn't that what you want?" al haitham tried his best to shake his head, muffled gibberish coming from that shiny red gag. part of you wanted to replace it with something else for him to gag on.
his cock was red and aching, already leaking precum as al haitham clenched his thighs together. "such a pretty cock.." you mused, "too bad it belongs to such a nasty boy." your eyes were trained on his body as you sneered the end of your words, grabbing the shaft with your hands.
"now now love, if you apologize for dinner, i'll consider releasing you.." both of you didn't want it to end though.. you pulled off his ball gag, watching as his saliva slicken lips shined in the light.
"never love, i'd never want this to end.. if you really wanted to appease me feed into my desires, than you would fuck me till I cry. Or have you gotten too soft to see your lover in pain?" there was a challenge in his tone, and an equal glint his eye.
you squeezed the cock in your hand roughly, watching at how he trembled within your hold eying you, edging you on. "careful now al haitham, reconsider who is in power right now. you're looking vulnerable, I doubt you're in any position to edge me on." your hand stroked his cock roughly, playing with the tip with your thumb as he threw his head back.
the grey haired male panted, before looking at you again. "don't act like you aren't aroused at my position right now. I could clearly see your arousal from here." his eyes darted to your bulge, the outline of your cock showing against your strained dress pants. "so just, h-hah, give up trying to contain yourself. it-it'll be the best gift you can give me today~" there was almost a purr at the end of his voice, a smirk on his lips as you pulled away from his burning body to unbutton your pants and remove your clotthes before you stroked his cock again, trying to push him to orgasm as fast as possible.
and it was working, you could hear his small groans and how he threw his head back, how his body was sweaty and trembling, how he panted so delicately while he was bound, with solid wax poured on his body. your hands were in a motion in themselves as they mindlessly stroked him, before you could feel how his cock pulsed and entire body tensed.
Thats when you stopped, and when al haitham whined for you.
"do you really think you deserve to orgasm al haitham? you really think i'll let you finish after you try to edge me on? or should i let you orgasm from my hands like the little whore you are, and the overstimulate you until you cry? I could get used to that sight..." you paused, before you grabbed his body, turning it over on your lap until his ass was directly on your lap, the pearly flesh so perfect to ruin, to paint red and flushed.
"count to thirty with me 'haitham, or i might just double it for next time." the playfulness in your tone left him on edge. he couldn't read the expression in your voice. it left him with his breath caught in his throat, anticipation rising in his chest.
your hand grabbed his cheeks, lightly massaging them before you would up, smirking at the number that left al haithams lips in a pained tone.
"what a good boy, haitham. you look so much better when you follow my instructions." you stroked his upper lip, your fingers tracing his lips before they dwelled deeper, coaxing in his saliva. al haitham was sweaty and flushed, too flustered to speak more than necessary in the fear that the words wont come out of his mouth.
"so obedient.." he could feel your breath against his earlobe as you slid his earpiece off, licking the shell before you wound up again, feeling him jolt on impact.
at five his ass was starting to blush into the same colours as the sumeru roses you bought.
at 10 al haitham could feel his ass start numbing and his words starting to blur, his cock grinding painfully against you.
at 15 hits, there was the start of your large hands as imprints on his ass. he was relaxed, eyes lulled, moans flowing out like honey, only growing in intensity when you spanked him once more.
by 25 hits, he was drooling on your lap, moans and whimpers for you to hurry. his ass was now scarlet, with an imprint of your hand. you were firm and unyielding in your actions. al haitham couldn't stop squirming because he was so, so close to busting all over your thighs, and he wasn't sure if he could contain himself.
by 30 spanks, you watched as he pushed against his restraints, one final spank finally making him nut all over your lap. he couldn't look at you, or feel his ass anymore.
you took a good look at the man in front of you, how he drooled all over his face. how his cheeks were rosey, how sweaty haitham was. how red his skin was, and how his tear marks made him look more delectable then before.
"too fucked out to fuck, haitham? or do you wanna fool around still?" the only acknowledgement was a low grunt and a weak hand feeling your cock up.
so you bring the rope bunny to your shared bed, playing around with the ropes until he was restrained and spread apart for you.
"do you deserve more lube haitham? or should i just go in raw?" he has taken you many times before, but never like this. his heart calmed down when you grabbed the lube from the drawer, slicking yourself up.
he could feel the heat of the tip against his hole, the anticipation of finally having you inside of him making his heart beat to his throat.
when you pushed in, it was unyielding, uncaring. if it couldn't fit, you would make it fit. you would bend his body to your will, and he will thank you for it.
your eyes were on haitham the entire time you pushed into him, grunting lightly when you filled him up. watching him furrow his eyebrows and slowly accept you was always the best part of breaking him in.
"darling, you look delectable spread out for me." you paused, your hands caressing his body, fingertips trailing his skin, the pads lightly flickering against his nipples, and the dendro gem in his chest. his eyes looked up at you, the soreness of the ropes fatiguing him. but either way, you looked so hot. all of the work to be a brat and plan for this to happen was so worth it if he could finally crack his sweet boyfriend.
but he always forgets the power you have against him. how you could break him and bend him to your will. you had the power, but never used it. perhaps that was why he forgot how devastating your influence could be.
he was overwhelmed simply, to watch you split away from the sweet self that dealt with him the entire dinner, to tying him up and using him like a cheap toy. it was all worth it, and by the way that you filled him up to the point where he swears youre in his stomach, it was so worth it.
"i'm not going to stop until you're covered in me both in and out. think of this.... as reward for dealing with you all night.. i'll make sure no skin is left unmarked and no flesh isn't stained with my seed.." you were eying his lips, and he knew that the night was far from over.
the next day you got a really angry message from both haitham and kaveh, one for being WAY too rough as he couldn't sit, walk, or move. the other because you were SO loud.
no but imagine alhaitham with his legs spread wide open for you, hands bound to the headboard of your bed fully on display for you. his hips are littered with bite marks and hickeys you’ve left on him this evening, his mouth never closing as he lets out breathy sighs with every touch.
your next attack is on his thighs. his weak spot, the one area you quickly found out was one of his most sensitive places. not only do you love leaving marks on the inside of his thighs, but you love seeing him jump and react to the pleasure of the slowly fading bruises being pressed on each time he sits or shifts in his chair.
every little whimper and whine and moan of your name reassures you that he loves the feeling of your teet sinking into his flesh. a few times you’ve accidentally drawn blood from the bites on his hips and he just look mesmerized, your red-tinted lips coming up to meet his in a heated kiss that earns even more soft moans from alhaitham.
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Kaveh was a master at getting on your nerves in ways you didn’t even think was possible. He was a talented architect and had a mind that could create the most wondrous ideas in mere seconds, but that same mind also created an art out of pushing every single button of yours until you eventually stormed out of your shared workspace. Over time you realized that your reaction to his antics was something he enjoyed, and it got under your skin even more that he was enjoying taunting you. It was far past time for this behavior to change, and with the ever-growing tension between the two of you, the answer on how it would be solved was obvious.
The day started as a normal work day for you and the architect, scraps of paper tossed around the idea with abandoned ideas displayed on them. Though most of the scraps were from you, Kaveh never abandoned an idea as quickly as you did. He’d always work them through and perfect them in the amount of time it took for you to draw just a few lines on your own papers. It was aggravating how good he was at his job, but clearly he had some faith in your abilities if he was willing to take you onto his team and let you assist with his work. Word had spread not long after your hire that he had never trusted anyone with this position before.
“You’d get some actual work done if you’d quit staring at me like a lost puppy.” Kaveh broke the silence between the two of you, his voice laced with sarcasm that nearly made your blood boil in an instant.
You knew he didn’t deserve any response from you, but it was almost a habit by now for you to respond to his jabs with a roll of your eyes and a muffled groan. His chuckle in response made you tighten your grip on the pencil in your hand, jaw clenching while you took a few deep breaths to stabilize yourself for the moment. You had plans that were sure to perfectly unfold this evening, jumping straight into it wouldn’t sort him out like you wanted to do in the end.
“Maybe if the sound of your breathing wasn’t so aggravating, I’d have a more peaceful place to work.” Two could play at Kaveh’s game, as always. You could stand your ground and push his buttons back.
You obviously didn’t hear the scrape of his chair against the floor of your studio, the slap of his hands against your desk caused you to jump in your chair. An unexpected thing for Kaveh to do, but you could still work with it. All you had to do was pretend that you didn’t even notice that he was in your space; if there’s one thing you knew, Kaveh hated being ignored. Kaveh leaning down closer to you was your alert that it had worked, continuing on with your sketches for just a few minutes more was sure to completely break him and give you the chance to put your plan into action.
“Can you look at me when I am trying to address you?” Kaveh spoke with that same authoritarian tone that you hated, but for once it didn’t get under your skin since you knew how quickly it would be gone and replaced with something far different.
Your hand was quick in grabbing the barely non-existent collar of his shirt, tugging him down even further until he was at eye level with you. His wide eyes filled with surprise at your sudden aggression had you smiling, tilting your head to the side to feign innocence at what could possibly be putting that doe-eyed look on his face. This is how you knew your plan was about to be put into full swing, even through the doe-eyed look there was a hint of lust behind it. It seems like you weren’t wrong in the idea that Kaveh might enjoy being bossed around just a little bit, now it was your turn to find out just how much he could possibly enjoy it.
“Do you really think you’re in the position to talk to me like that, Kaveh?” You questioned him, moving your hand from the collar of his shirt to gently grip at his jaw, tilting his head up more since it had dropped to bring back the eye contact you wanted with him.
“I – well, yes… I am your superior.” His voice is hesitant, choking on his words as your thumb traces the outline of his jaw.
“You are also the one who is pathetically hard just from someone pushing you around just a little bit.” You scoff, feigning disgust with Kaveh though deep in your mind you’re thinking about all the things you plan on doing with him.
The range of emotions on Kaveh’s face as he processed your words nearly showed his entire thought process. You could see the initial surprise on his features that quickly turned into a concerned look which faded into a look of desperation that you had no idea you had been craving to see on him. You never had cruel intentions with Kaveh in the first place, you just wanted to put him in his place a little bit to give him a taste of his own medicine. But seeing him get hard from being talked down to and pushed around sparked something inside of you.
“What’s wrong, Kaveh? I thought you were suited to talk down to me?” Now you were pushing him even more, using every thought that came to your mind to break down his ego more and more.
Your hand was back on the collar of his shirt, using your grip on the thin material to tug him and guide him into standing in front of you. Clearly he didn’t get the hint with the nod of your head towards the ground for him to kneel before you, so you had to do all the work for him. Both of your hands were placed on his shoulders, using your full strength to push him down onto his knees on the ground. Kaveh didn’t even need guidance to keep his eyes on you, almost like he was a trained puppy for you already.
“You’re being so obedient now, aren’t you? You enjoy this. You pretend to be someone high and mighty, but deep down you’re just a filthy little whore who likes being put in his place.” As you spoke, the tip of your shoe trailed up and down the inside of his thighs, nudging his legs apart to tighten the crotch of his pants about his already strained cock.
“That – that isn’t true…” His voice is breathy when he speaks, his gaze dropping from yours just for a second out of embarrassment of his blatant lie.
“Kaveh, if you’re going to lie to me you might as well make it an interesting lie,” you nudge the bulge in his pants with the tip of your shoe, smiling when he whimpers from the small touch, “I don’t think you’d be reacting like that if it wasn’t the truth, puppy.”
He hangs his head down, partially in shame mixed with embarrassment over how aroused he got just from the little you have done. But Kaveh not looking at you won’t slide, not if he wants to get any satisfaction out of this. Not like you planned to give him any, anyways. Part of the idea was to humble him – not purposely make him cum.
Your foot raises from just below his waist, pressing the top of your shoe against the underside of his chin to lift his head back up, arms crossing your chest as you wait for him to quit blinking to look you in the eyes. You thought to yourself how pathetic he looked like this, stalling little by little just to keep himself from making eye contact with you.
“Speak, puppy.” You demand, the side of your shoe now tapping against his cheek.
Of course, he doesn’t listen. He hasn’t been fully trained by you just yet. Now is your chance to really get under his skin and have him completely wrapped around your fingers. You place your leg between his legs, nudging at the inside of his thigh impatiently.
“If you’re so desperate to get yourself off, then I can trust you are capable of doing it yourself, hm?” This time he kept his eye contact with you, quickly nodding in response like the good boy you knew he could be.
There was no hesitation in Kaveh’s actions, he was quick to perching himself perfectly on your leg, whines and whimpers falling past his lips as he started rutting against your leg. He looked so pretty like this, it was such a shame that you weren’t going to let him continue. It was a sight to behold to see the famed architect reduced to nothing but a dog in heat when faced with someone who put him in his place.
“Look at you, Kaveh…” you tsked, humming softly before you spoke again, “you’re so eager to get yourself off that it makes you look pathetic. Someone treats you how you treat them and you’re just reduced to a filthy little whore.”
You pulled your leg away from him, his head snapping up to look up at you with wide and desperate eyes. You could see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes, and it just made it even better that he had been denied what he craved and was going to cry over it. There was only one thought in your mind at this time, you were going to make sure he knew that you were denying him the orgasm he so badly needed just because of how much of a brat he has been to you for the past few weeks.
“Please!” He gasped out quickly, his bottom lip quivering as he bit down on it, clearly an attempt to keep himself from actually crying.
You leaned down to get close to him, your face inches away from his own. Being this close made you aware of how dilated his pupils were while he looked at you, and it just made him look even more desirable at the moment. You pressed your thumb against his bottom lip, pushing the pad of your thumb past his lips until he welcomed the digit into his mouth. His eyelashes fluttered as he closed his eyes, hums vibrating around your finger while his tongue lapped at the thumb placed in his mouth.
“You think playing cute is going to make me have pity on you?” You spat out your words, removing your thumb out of his mouth, watching the trail of spit that was connected to your thumb and his lip eventually break and drip onto his chin.
Now that your fingers were wet, you needed a place to dry them off. You didn’t want to dirty your clothes, which meant the next best thing was drying your fingers off by wiping your thumb across Kaveh’s cheek. A noise of disgust came from him, but you just matched it with a laugh and shrugged your shoulders at him.
“Can I… please, something.” His voice was merely a whisper, a pathetic attempt at asking you for something that he wasn’t going to get anyways.
There was one benefit to Kaveh wearing such a revealing and open shirt that you hadn’t noticed yet until it dawned upon you that when his shirt slid off his shoulders, his perky nipples were nearly fully on display for you. Now that you were aware, you made quick work of reaching down to his chest to push his shirt off his shoulders even more.
“Such pretty nipples for such a dirty little thing” You hummed out, nails tracing circles around the tender flesh of his nipple.
“Don’t – ah – don’t do that.” Through the whines and moans as you pinched his flesh between your fingers, you knew that he meant the opposite. He just didn’t want you to see how he would react to his nipples being toyed with.
There was no way you weren’t going to do that, really. Especially after he had just told you not to. If Kaveh wasn’t aware, he wasn’t the one that had a hold on the situation right now. You were going to do what you wanted to do, and right now you wanted to play with him. He was practically rutting against the air every time you pinched his nipple, but you wanted to see just how far this would take him.
“You tell me no, but the way you are moaning like a whore tells me otherwise, Kaveh…” Every word was emphasized with another pinch to the reddened skin.
It was embarrassing for you to see how quickly the sounds he made increased over time with each touch, and it had to be even more embarrassing for him as you noticed the darkening of his pants suspiciously close to the crotch of the material.
“Oh, puppy, did you just cum from your nipples being toyed with?” Your hand dropped from his chest in seconds, a long, exaggerated sigh passing by your lips.
“I, ah,” he loudly cleared his throat, hanging his head down to avoid your gaze, “I’m sorry… just, it felt good.”
He looked desperate for more yet ashamed at the same time, and all you could do was smile down at him and watch him in awe. You were glad that he wasn’t looking at you since there was some sort of fondness in your gaze. You had thankfully prepped for this though, given you had a plan all along. Your bag was sitting next to your desk and you reached in, throwing a new pair of pants at him that were exactly his size.
“Go change. You don’t want people realizing that you’ve come in your pants at work just from something this insignificant.” While watching him out of the corner of your eyes, you returned to the work you had on your desk.
It took him a while to register what had happened, clearly, since he was still on his knees on the floor for a few minutes before he grabbed the pants and quickly got up off the floor. He was rushed to get to the bathroom and changed, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the way he held the pants in front of him while walking. You were hoping this would only teach him a lesson for just a little while – there were many other plans you had that included him being put in his place.
a/n: i can’t title this. my wip list literally has it as “haitham gets scammed by dori ft. aphrodisiac”
cw: sub!alhaitham, dom!gn!reader | handjob, cockpolishing, usage of aphrodisiac, crying
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“haitham? are you alright?” you ask out of worry, the scribe trembling as he uses the door frame to support himself.
you quickly go to him to help him out, but a slight touch of skin makes you flinch due to how warm he is. although, that doesn’t compare to the noise that abrupts out of his throat.
“dearest?” you question him again, only to get yourself pinned to the wall.
he presses himself on your body, grinding in a soft and slow rhythm. he tears up, muttering quiet apologies as he continues his movement.
“what’s wrong?”
“s-sorry…” he holds onto your body, desperately trying to get himself off. each friction has him tensing up that the more he does it, the more it seems like he’s edging himself rather than getting that release that he wants.
he pants, breathless. you’re unsure if he’s even sane enough to know what he’s doing.
you put your arms around him, helping him out as he continues to fuck himself on your thigh. his legs are unstable, shaking as if there’s an earthquake happening.
“p-please. need to cum…” he cries out, sobbing. his cock aches, outlining itself from the outside of his pants.
next thing alhaitham knows, his back is on the soft cushion of your bed. it didn’t take much work, considering his body is as frail as a historical artifact right now.
alhaitham’s lower half is so wet to the point you’re half-convinced that the man had cum outside before even getting here. his cock is twitching, and as your warm fingers envelop him, alhaitham whimpers, cumming instantly.
“my scribe, what exactly have you gotten yourself into?”
“drank…something—hn!” the scholar finds himself sensitive, too sensitive, no matter how minimal your touches are.
he grips the messed up sheets of the bed, unable to contain how his body reacts. he keeps telling his brain to stop, that it’s embarrassing how he’s spread out like this, under your mercy.
he wants you to stop looking at him as if you’re going to devour him whole like a wild beast…
“more….” he begs.
ah, is there even a point of him lying to himself?
“needy today, aren’t we? you said you had work to do…and now you’re here.” you tease.
“it’s not me…it’s because of that damn wine…” he breathes out, he feels you quickening your face and his body shrivels up into another orgasm.
“really. so why is it that instead of getting the antidote, you come to me instead?”
the pleasure is getting to his head. it’s almost as if you’re inside his brain, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.
“i…” he doesn’t see himself winning, even if he decides to think of something to say.
“using such a thing to your advantage. how irresponsible, my scribe.”
you play with the tip of his cock, your thumb slipping on his slit. he drowns in the sensation, all coherent thoughts leaving him.
he didn’t—he swears that he didn’t plan it to end up like this. he was just tricked by that damn merchant!
why didn’t he go get the antidote?
as your finger continues to polish his cock, his body quivers, wanting to curl up and away from the touch. he’s so close—god, he’s gonna cum. he doesn’t want to—he does—no—yes—please!
your other hand keeps him still, forcing him to endure and to not resist the overwhelming satisfaction that you’re giving him.
you’re going to break him. reduce his mind into nothing but a mindless puddle, nothing that the kind of scholar he proudly presents himself as.
he sobs even harder as he reaches another climax. he hears you laugh.
“you’re fine, my pretty baby. i’ll take such good care of you. don’t worry.”
little ficlet I wrote while I should have been writing my other one, while I should have been writing my RP, while I should have been working around the house on my day off. Enjoy!
