Jaffar/Pwinzezz/Masrur headcanons
AAAAAAAAAAAAH
YOU GUYS
You know how in Defy Not the Stars,
I gave Jaffar and ze Pwinzezz a fairly conventional happy ending complete with kids and shiz? (I surprised even myself with that, but they insisted on it simply for the sake of variety, and since I hate the idea that every aspect of a fic should be some sort of ~subversive political statement~, I went "oh, what the hell" and let them have it. I mean, it'd be ridiculous to assume they *wouldn't* want that in some incarnations anyway.)
BUT
BUT
NOW I JUST HAVE EPIC BISEXUAL POLYAMOROUS HEADCANONS POST-FIC
Because I couldn't really shoehorn it into the last chapter, but Masrur, yeah?
Masrur and Nasrin will *so* have an amicable divorce and Masrur resigns as head executioner and moves to Isfahan with Jaffar and ze Pwinzezz. He misses his BFF with benefits, and so does Jaffar, so after a while, it just all develops into a really sweet and loving menage a trois.
IMAGINE THE SWEET AND HOT THREESOMES
Jaffar on his back as Masrur fucks him, slow and deep. Masrur's hands warm on Jaffar's chest and belly, Masrur kissing him slowly. Jaffar's eyes closed, his lashes fluttering, sighing in pleasure, so happy. And Yassamin smiling, clasping Jaffar's cock and taking his mouth with a kiss. And Jaffar crying out into her mouth in sweet despair as he comes, she swallowing his orgasm with her kiss.
And Masrur laughs, kissing Yassamin in turn. And Yassamin surprising him, herself, hell, all of them by sucking Masrur's cock into her mouth, desperate to taste the deepest recesses of her husband's flesh. Oh, and her cunny is dripping in strings by this point, and Jaffar wails as Masrur groans, Jaffar lifting Yassamin's hips so that he can bury his mouth in her cunny. And there she whimpers, shaking, tasting Jaffar's flesh and then Masrur's sperm.
And Masrur is so careful, too careful, stroking her hair, struggling not to just grab her head and thrust. Instead, it's Jaffar who now fists his hands in her hair, twisting, choking her on Masrur's cock, sucking on her cunny so that she comes *violently* between the men. Screaming, and Masrur's hands are trembling from concern, but Jaffar just grins wickedly up at Masrur, gasping as he pulls back for air. "Told you she likes it rough," he drawls, licking his gleaming lips.
AND THEY COLLAPSE IN A HAPPY PILE OF WUBZ.
Also, Masrur is a fucking champ at eating pussy and also hell yeah she gets DPd and also Masrur and Yassamin spending hours playing with Jaffar's whorearse and HELP
YOU GUYS
You know how in Defy Not the Stars,
I gave Jaffar and ze Pwinzezz a fairly conventional happy ending complete with kids and shiz? (I surprised even myself with that, but they insisted on it simply for the sake of variety, and since I hate the idea that every aspect of a fic should be some sort of ~subversive political statement~, I went "oh, what the hell" and let them have it. I mean, it'd be ridiculous to assume they *wouldn't* want that in some incarnations anyway.)
BUT
BUT
NOW I JUST HAVE EPIC BISEXUAL POLYAMOROUS HEADCANONS POST-FIC
Because I couldn't really shoehorn it into the last chapter, but Masrur, yeah?
Masrur and Nasrin will *so* have an amicable divorce and Masrur resigns as head executioner and moves to Isfahan with Jaffar and ze Pwinzezz. He misses his BFF with benefits, and so does Jaffar, so after a while, it just all develops into a really sweet and loving menage a trois.
IMAGINE THE SWEET AND HOT THREESOMES
Jaffar on his back as Masrur fucks him, slow and deep. Masrur's hands warm on Jaffar's chest and belly, Masrur kissing him slowly. Jaffar's eyes closed, his lashes fluttering, sighing in pleasure, so happy. And Yassamin smiling, clasping Jaffar's cock and taking his mouth with a kiss. And Jaffar crying out into her mouth in sweet despair as he comes, she swallowing his orgasm with her kiss.
And Masrur laughs, kissing Yassamin in turn. And Yassamin surprising him, herself, hell, all of them by sucking Masrur's cock into her mouth, desperate to taste the deepest recesses of her husband's flesh. Oh, and her cunny is dripping in strings by this point, and Jaffar wails as Masrur groans, Jaffar lifting Yassamin's hips so that he can bury his mouth in her cunny. And there she whimpers, shaking, tasting Jaffar's flesh and then Masrur's sperm.
And Masrur is so careful, too careful, stroking her hair, struggling not to just grab her head and thrust. Instead, it's Jaffar who now fists his hands in her hair, twisting, choking her on Masrur's cock, sucking on her cunny so that she comes *violently* between the men. Screaming, and Masrur's hands are trembling from concern, but Jaffar just grins wickedly up at Masrur, gasping as he pulls back for air. "Told you she likes it rough," he drawls, licking his gleaming lips.
AND THEY COLLAPSE IN A HAPPY PILE OF WUBZ.
Also, Masrur is a fucking champ at eating pussy and also hell yeah she gets DPd and also Masrur and Yassamin spending hours playing with Jaffar's whorearse and HELP