man- I really love his character overall. Like- bro’s got me on a chokehold fr. Can anyone pls. Make headcannons of him? Especially him and MC?? It would be very much appreciated🥹🫶✨
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In which Jasmine and Amir find themselves preparing for the Midsummer Masquerade.
Featuring @snikker-doooo‘s Amir
Note: This was actually written in response to last year’s masquerade, several months after the fact. I’ve posted it here before, but Tumblr’s search function doesn’t function, so... Anywho, it felt fitting to post the day before since it technically takes place right before the actual party.
@the-midsummer-masquerade
Content: cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, light dom/sub dynamics, praise (I don’t post writing on here super often, so let me know if I need to tag something else.)
After fussing over her hair and makeup for what must have been at least an hour, Jasmine finally left the bathroom. Amir, who had let himself into her little apartment, was standing in front of her vanity, straightening his tie in the mirror. He wore a sleek black suit that fit him perfectly and her favorite cologne. His outfit was a perfect compliment to the revealing set of straps she called a dress. Just as he'd told her she would earlier that day, she liked what she saw.
Just the sight of him in that suit was enough to make her want to rip it off of him.
Without looking up from the mirror, he smirked. "Glad to see you like it," he commented. Damn that werejackal nose of his. He always knew what effect he had on her. Fortunately, all it took was a functioning pair of eyes to see the feeling was reciprocated when he did look at her.
"I prefer you in nothing, but I guess this'll do," she said, playing it cool simply to be coy.
She crossed over to him. Her hands trailed over his arms as her gaze mimicked the motion over his chest. Stars, he smelled nice. Even without the suit, the cologne would have been enough to make her consider cancelling their plans for the evening.
He leaned down to kiss her, but she jerked her face away. She scowled playfully at him. "Don't you dare smudge my lipstick!"
Amir barked a laugh. "It's going to get messed up anyway! I'm surprised you bothered with it at all." He tried again and ended up with her fingers on his lips, blocking the attempt. With a smirk, he took her fingers into his mouth. His tongue ran over her sensitive fingertips, and his hand took hold of her wrist, holding it in place.
Her lips parted as she watched him. When the tip of his tongue began to flick rapidly over the tip of her middle finger, she sighed, "That's not fair!"
He released her fingers and used his grip on her wrist to pull her to him. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pressing their bodies together. She could feel his cock hardening against her belly. "What's not fair," he growled, "is you denying me your sweet lips." Amir leaned forward as if to kiss her, but swerved at the last second to press his lips against her neck.
"I won't smudge your lipstick or mess up your hair, but I do plan to leave my mark. Make sure everyone who sees you at that party knows you're mine. Understand?"
She nodded. A moan escaped her lips as he sucked a hickey into her neck. And another down by her clavicle. And another on the other side.
He straightened, and for a moment she worried that those three marks were all he'd leave her with. The corner of his mouth curled slightly. "Get on the bed," he commanded.
Eager to please, she hopped back onto the bed so she was sitting up. Amir grabbed her by the ankle and tugged so she was near the edge. He knelt before her, his golden eyes peering up at her from between her thighs. "You're such a good girl," he crooned, brushing light kisses along her inner thigh. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch him. "I know you'll be good for whomever you meet tonight. But when all is said and done"--his eyes met hers again--"you're my good girl."
Amir set to work sucking and nibbling on her thighs, spurred on by a chorus of her moans. Her head tilted back, eyes shut. When the tip of his tongue stroked the sensitive skin at the crease where her thigh met her neatly-trimmed pubic mound, she nearly forgot herself and let her head hit the silk bedsheets. The scant fabric of her favorite thong allowed him to easily tease her. A single finger pulled the lace to the side as his lips moved slowly over her outer lips. She whined at the feeling of his hot breath on her clit, but she knew better than to interrupt his slow torment.
After what felt like several minutes of his mouth pressing against skin just outside of where she wanted it, she heard his honeyed voice say, "Very good. I see you've finally learned patience."
"I have excellent teachers." The last syllable gave way quickly to a gasp as his tongue finally traced over her vulva.
"I think you've earned a reward. What do you think?"
Breathlessly, she nodded. When he only continued to stare at her expectantly, she said, "Yes, sir."
This earned her the masterful workings of his tongue over her opening while his thumb kneaded her clit. Flicking. Stroking. He knew what she liked. Moreover, he knew her tells for when her release was imminent. As soon as she was close, his lips latched onto her clit, sucking fiercely. The effect was immediate, and waves of pleasure wracked her body, making her cry out.
Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. His tongue flicked out at her sensitive clit a few more times, making her shudder. With a lazy roll of her head, she was looking at him again with a gaze both satisfied and affectionate. She watched him slide her thong down over her leather boots and slip it into his pocket. Even with where they were going, the length of her dress had her thinking she should wear something underneath, but it seemed Amir had other plans.
Jasmine sat up and leaned forward to grab at his waistband. Deft hands unbuttoned his pants and freed his beautiful erection, the tip glistening with precum. Without any thought other than how she wanted to taste it, she ran the flat of her tongue over the swollen head of his cock. She heard him laugh again before putting his hand under her chin to lift her face. "What happened to not wanting to smear your lipstick?" he asked. His golden eyes were alight with amusement and hunger. "Besides, you wouldn't want to be late to the party, would you?"
With a gesture, he bade her to stand and led her over to her vanity with its big mirror. His movements were rough as he positioned her exactly the way he wanted her. Her hands were propped on the vanity table, her rear pressed against him. In her heels, she was the perfect height for him to take her in this position. He rubbed the length of his cock against her slit, sending shivers through her.
One hand took position at her throat while his face nuzzled the side of her head. His voice was low, barely above a whisper. "Tell me what you want."
Her eyes met his in the mirror. "I want you to fuck me. I want to watch you fuck me."
No sooner had she finished her request than he was sliding into her with a hard thrust that made her cry out. He wasted no more time with teasing, opting instead to start with a fast pace he knew they both liked.
Her eyes were fixed on her reflection and her expression of ecstasy as he drove into her. The curve of her lips, parted by continuous cries. The marks he'd left on her neck and collarbone. The vigorous bouncing of her tits, barely contained by her dress. She could hardly believe how utterly enchanting she looked.
The hand on her throat tightened its grip while his other hand reached down to strum her clit. Her senses were overwhelmed, and it wasn't long before her cries were increasing in pitch. Her climax crashed through her, but Amir didn't let up, drawing it out until, with a few more erratic thrusts, he was emptying into her.
He held her to him a moment while they caught their breath, whispering praise into her ear between light kisses to her neck. This went on long enough for her to feel their cum drip past his cock and down her bruised thigh. Jasmine reached behind herself to caress his neck and jaw with a contented hum. She was always loathe to separate from him after sex, but decided this time it was worth it to keep cum from dripping onto her boots.
After getting cleaned up, straightening their clothes, and donning their masks, it was time to leave for the party. On their way out, she peeked once again at her reflection, which earned her a playful smack on her rear. No matter who she encountered at this masquerade, there'd be no question that she'd already been claimed.
@snikker-doooo So this is after he tells her he loves her and she panics
An unmarked envelope is delivered to Amir at the palace by a courier. The courier doesn’t know the name of the person who paid him to deliver it, but he doesn’t need to. It smells like a perfume that Amir knows well.
A spicy thing I wrote for a friend! There's a lot of context, since this takes place in the middle of a bigger story. All you really need to know is that Jasmine is a thief who's been robbing the palace and Amir (@snikker-doooo ) is a guard who has tried to catch her in the past, though recent circumstances have made it so they can give into their mutual attraction. Also, he's a were-jackal who, while transformed, climbed through her window to give her a necklace. He turned back right before she woke up. Just before the start of this, she asked if he wanted to join her in the bath.
18+, minors dni, not quite smut but almost
The question hung in the air for a moment as he processed the request. Her eyes fixed upon him, full of curiosity. Being so newly awake, they glistened. It was no wonder, he thought, that she had such a fondness for jewels and riches when her own eyes were amethysts. He was pulled from his thoughts by a low growl coming from under her bed. "Go back to sleep, love," she commanded affectionately, turning her head toward the sound. There was a second, short growl, and Jasmine turned once again to look at Amir. "Don't mind him," she whispered conspiratorially. "He's grumpy when he's woken from his beauty sleep." She smirked as though she'd made a joke at the growling creature's expense.
"So? You going to join me in the bath, or are you going to walk home in your boxers smelling like a wine cellar?"
There really was no question. Had he not just been fantasizing about what she looked like beneath her nightgown? About ripping her blankets from her and taking her? Now she was offering, and unlike the previous afternoon, he had no reason to refuse. "Lead the way."
Jasmine stood from the bed, giving him a full view of the violet nightgown that hugged her form, cutting off just below her ass. She donned a short, matching robe. With her back still to him, her hands reached under her hair to pull it out from under the neck of the robe. The motion lifted the hem in a way he couldn't help but notice. She didn't bother tying the robe before grabbing another one, bigger and a deep, midnight blue and tossing it over to him. "That should fit you alright. We're just going down the hall, but you never know who's around these days."
What was that supposed to mean? Without further hesitation, Amir stood and put on the robe. It fit surprisingly well and felt luxurious against his skin. He tied it closed, feeling less self-conscious now that he wasn't so exposed.
She led him out of the room and down a short hallway. Despite what she'd said, the large manor felt completely empty aside from the two of them. As he watched her walk ahead of him, he noticed her footsteps were hardly audible. Even half-asleep, she walked like a cat.
At the end of the hall was a bathroom done up in black marble with brass fixtures. In the center was a large tub made of the same tile as the floor. To his surprise, it seemed large enough to fit them both. Jasmine covered her mouth to yawn before bending down to put the stopper in the drain and turn on the faucet. He didn't try to hide his enjoyment of the view before she straightened again. Without speaking, she fetched a small bottle from an ornate cabinet on the wall and poured some fragranced liquid into the filling tub. Little bubbles began to cover the surface of the water making the air smell like gardenias and roses.
Jasmine stood across the tub from Amir and stretched her arms with a groan before letting the robe slide off her shoulders and onto the tile. Her eyes met his as she grasped the hem of her nightgown before lifting it it over her head and letting it also fall to the floor in a heap. If Amir's face was anything to go by, he liked what he saw. Her lacy, black underwear came next, joining the pile of discarded clothing.
"You just gonna watch?"
Amir untied his robe slowly, giving her a view of his broad chest and shoulders. His companion idly twirled a lock of her hair around her finger as she watched with her lower lip between her teeth. Like him, she wasn't shy about making her appreciation known. When his boxers came down, freeing his partial erection, she gave a low whistle.
They settled into the bath, facing each other, their legs intertwined. She wanted to make sure he saw her wearing nothing but the gift he'd given her as a show of her appreciation. As nice as the bubbles smelled, Amir wished they didn't obscure so much. They were so close. He could feel the skin of her legs against his, but it wasn't enough.
Jasmine sat with her elbows propped on the side of the tub, the fingers of her right hand swirling the water idly as she eyed him. The hot water was helping her to wake up a bit more, and she regarded him with curiosity. After a moment, she asked, "What changed, guardsman?"
"What do you mean?" Amir kept his tone even as he moved her leg into his lap. Calloused hands moved over smooth skin as he admired her shapely calves.
"Yesterday, it was 'Crawl back to your hovel so I never have to see you again,' and today you've climbed through my window at the ass-crack of dawn, in your boxers, to give me a gift."
"I was in my boxers because of my transformation," he grumbled.
"And is that why you're here? Some sort of animal instinct you get from being a werewolf?"
"Jackal, actually."
She nodded her understanding. "A werejackal. Haven't heard that one before. So, is that what brought you here?" As much as she wanted him, as much as she liked feeling his hands move over her leg, up to her mid-thigh before making their way back down to her ankle, she had to make sure this wasn't simply a new tactic to capture her.
The more she pressed, the more he realized he didn't have a good answer for her. Perhaps it was because, in spite of himself, he'd wanted her for some time, since he'd first smelled her perfume and caught a glimpse of her as she made her escape. He'd told himself that the only reason he wanted to see her in handcuffs was because she deserved to be arrested, but on evenings when he let his mind wander, he knew this was not the case. If he had to attribute the change to anything, it would have to have been the look in her eyes the day before when he knew she wanted him too.
He looked away, his face reddening just a bit under her gaze. Jasmine found this response satisfactory. If it was an act, he'd have come up with something other than embarrassed silence.
She removed her leg from his hold, which drew his attention back to her. For just a moment, he worried he'd displeased her and ruined his chances. Then she moved forward and positioned herself so she was straddling his thighs. She reached over his shoulder, pressing her chest flush against his, to grab a sponge and a bottle of soap. His arms wrapped around her, and his hands smoothed over her back until, sponge lathered, she straightened.
Amir was fully hard at this point, pressed against the front of her. She shifted slightly, and he hoped she'd lift herself onto him, but no such luck. His sharp, anticipatory inhale made her smirk. Another shift, this time deliberate, teasing. "We're not there just yet, Guardsman," she taunted. "First we have to get this filth off you."
She started with his neck, scrubbing in small circles before moving down to his chest. His hands settled on her hips as he watched her work. His gaze started with her face, the way she worried her lower lip between her teeth, then worked down over her neck, her collarbone, the necklace he'd given her, her breasts, which bounced ever so slightly with each movement of her arm. Watching them, it was easy to imagine how they'd look if she was bouncing on his cock.
It was getting to be too much. His cock ached for her attention, and she felt it twitch against her. Satisfied that she'd cleaned him off, she dropped the sponge in the water behind her. She dragged her nails over his chest, through the dark hair there, and he squeezed her hips. The pressure made her inhale sharply. Her eyes met his. "Don't go easy on me," she purred. "Remember all the trouble I've caused."
The look in her eyes from the day before played in his mind. Even though he'd caught her red-handed and there was nothing sexual about the situation, her cheeks had flushed. Then later, in her room, when she'd been between him and the wall. It gave him an idea.
Amir's hand slid up to her throat. He didn't squeeze, but simply let it rest there in case he was wrong. Her eyes fluttered shut, and he felt certain he'd been correct. He leaned forward, bringing his face close to hers. Voice low, with a near-threatening edge, he asked, "And what if I told you I plan to make you pay for everything you've stolen from the palace?"
Her face was flushed, and she opened her eyes just enough to look at him. "Everything? We'll be here a while."
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