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hi, if you are still accepting requests, could you please make an nsfw alphabet for Khabib or Islam? Of course, only if you are comfortable with it💗

Of course, I will do them both for you

What they like

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, NSFW

Khabib Alphabet:

A - Aftercare,What he likes after sex: he likes to stay in bed to relax and holding you close to his body.

B - Body part, his favourite body part of himself and yours: his favourite body part of himself is probably his hands, they are much bigger than yours. His favourite body part of you is your eyes, he sees everything what you want or feel by just looking at your eyes.

C - Cum, Anything to do with cum: he’s respectful to you so he doesn’t like to cum on your face or something like that, but he likes to cum in your vagina, mouth or on your stomach when he pulls out to late.

D - Dirty Secret, A dirty secret of himself: he secretly loves it when you send him those flirty pictures, especially he’s away from you for a while and needs to clear his mind 😉

E - Experience, How experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing: He’s religious and doesn’t know a lot but he knows how to please you, he asks a lot if you like that or he watches you how your body responds to his moves.

F - Favourite Position: he likes old school missionary, it’s intimate for him, he can look at your face and eyes, he’s wants to be close with you.

G - Goofy, Is he more serious in the moment, or is he more joking around: he’s a serious guy but likes to make you laugh so sometimes he will make a joke to make you feel safer with him.

H - Hair, How well groomed is he: he likes to keep it short but not to short, he finds it manly. He does sometimes shave it all off if you ask him to do that.

I - Intimacy, How is he during the moment, on a romantic aspect: he likes to take his time with you, he wants to please you, he wants you to feel safe with him and wants to share these intimate moments with you. He doesn’t like the quickies and the leaving you alone afterwards kind off stuff.

J - Jack Off, Masturbation: when he is alone or you are not in the mood he does Jack off. Sometimes he asks you but if you are not there he does it on his own, thinking and fantasising about you.

K - Kink, One or more of his kinks: Size difference and that he’s much more stronger than you. He likes to be the one in charge and that he’s bigger than you.

L - Location, his Favourite places: his or you bedroom, he likes to do it privately. He wants it to be intimate.

M - Motivation, What turns him on: the way you look at him, when you touch his chest with your small hands, when you say to him you need him.

N - NO, Something he wouldn’t do: hit you, spit or something like that. He doesn’t want to hurt you or disrespect you in anyway.

O - Oral, Preference in giving or receiving: he’s more in giving, he likes to please you more than you please him but of course he likes it when you jerk him off or give him head but he always makes sure you cum first.

P - Pace, what is his pace: he’s more like slower kind of a guy but sometimes he’s fast and rough if you ask him nicely.

Q - Quickie, His opinions on quickies rather than proper sex: he doesn’t like it, he want to take his time to show you how much you mean to him.

R - Risk, Does he likes take risks and game to experiment: No not really, he likes to try things out but not when people can here or see you guys, he’s a very private person.

S - Stamina, How many rounds can he go for, how long can he last: he has a good stamina, he can last for a solid hour and a half. Than he needs a small water break (lol). He probably cums 2 or 3 times depend for how long he’s pleasing you.

T - Toy, Does he own toys, Does he use them on you or himself?: he doesn’t has any toys but likes to use yours on you during the foreplay. He doesn’t use toys on himself, he’s uncomfortable with that idea.

U - Unfair, how much he likes to tease: he likes to tease you, he likes how you look at him and beg for more but he knows his limits and doesn’t want to go to far with that, he wants to keep it fun and safe for both of you.

V - Volume, How loud is he and what sounds does he makes: he’s loud, he likes to grunt, moan, he likes to moan some dirty words in his native language. He also moans your name and talks mostly in his native language, calling you beautiful.

W - Wild Card: he likes to do it at night, it’s convenient for him, you guys can stay there and fall asleep. In the morning you can’t otherwise your morning is gone.

X - X-Ray, what’s going on in his pants: he’s huge, thick veins on the sides, bit of hair but not to long.

Y - Yearning, How high is his sex drive: Almost every time he’s with you cuddling and getting all cosy he gets hard but he also likes to just hold you and not go further than that but he’s always ready.

Z - ZZZ, how quick he falls asleep afterwards: he’s tired but waits a bit before he sleeps. He takes care of you first and then he closes his eyes, knowing your comfortable and safe in his arms.

Islam alphabet:

A - Aftercare, What he likes after sex: he likes to take a shower or a bath with you before you guys go to sleep.

B - Body part, his favourite body part of himself and yours: he likes his arms, you always grab them. He likes your hands, they are soft and small.

C - Cum, Anything to do with cum: He will cum everywhere on you, in you but also over your breasts, stomach even your face.

D - Dirty Secret, A dirty secret of himself: he wants to fuck you when you’re peacefully sleeping but he never does it because he doesn’t want to invade your privacy or make you feel unsafe with him.

E - Experience, How experienced is he, Does he know what he’s doing: he’s been with someone before so he knows already some things, he knows what he’s doing and how to make you cum.

F - Favourite Position: Doggy, he likes to grab your ass, squeeze in it, playfully slap it. Seeing his dick going in and out. It’s his favourite position.

G - Goofy, Is he more serious in the moment, or is he more joking around: He’s joking a lot, likes to hear you laugh even when you guys are intimate with each other.

H - Hair, How well groomed is he: He likes to let it grow but shaves it for you if you think it’s to much. He doesn’t really care.

I - Intimacy, How is he during the moment, romantic aspect: he’s a joker and likes to try new things out but he wants you to have a good time either, you always cum, before or after him he will make sure of that.

J - Jack Off, Masturbation: He Jacks off a lot, when he’s away or when you posted a hot picture.

K - Kink, One or more of his kinks: Language kink, breeding kink, he has a few kinks but those two as the most important ones for him. He likes to cuss in his own language, saying filthy things to you without you knowing what it means, he also likes to cum inside of you, thinking about you being pregnant, caring his child.

L - Location, Favourite places to do: Bedroom, kitchen, living room, in your walk-in closet and even in his private locker room at the gym. Everywhere except public places like an Airport. He likes a bit of a thrilling feeling but doesn’t like that, people watching or maybe worst recording him.

M - Motivation, What turns him on: you in his clothes, that’s something that’s turns him on big time. Looking all cute and comfy, he loves it.

N - NO, Something he wouldn’t do: Using his mma stuff on you, like flipping you over and choke you, hit you that it will bruise or something that isn’t fun for you, he wants you to like it as well.

O - Oral, Preference in giving or receiving: he likes both but he loves it when you jack him off or give him head. Seeing and feeling you all over him makes him go crazy.

P - Pace, what is his pace: Fast and rough is what he likes the most, just fucking you. He does sometimes do the slow and intimate pace but only if you ask for that otherwise it’s fast and rough.

Q - Quickie, His opinions on quickies rather than proper sex: he likes them, just a quick one before a training, releasing his frustrations out on you. But if he had to choose he would choose the proper way, way more fun if you have way more time.

R - Risk, does he likes to take risks and game to experiment: he likes to try things out but he’s still careful with the doing it at public places, he does like to try things out in bed but he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable.

S - Stamina, How many rounds can he go for, how long does he last: he can go for three solid round, he’s cums fast so it’s a challenge sometimes if you want to cum multiple times

T - Toy, Does he own toys, Does he use them on you or himself: he doesn’t have them and rarely uses the one you have, only if you have a hard times to cum than he uses your toys. He likes to please you without the backup help.

U - Unfair, how much he likes to tease: he’s a teaser, he’s teases you so much you get overstimulated, he likes that your get all whining and stuff.

V - Volume, How loud is he and what sounds does he makes: he’s a moaner, he moans and talks a bit but not to loudly, he hates his voice and likes to hear yours instead.

W - Wild Card: he’s a morning person and likes it if he wakes up with his cock inside of you, his little cock warmer.

X - X-Ray, what’s going on in his pants: a thick dick with a few veins on the sides, he has some hair down there.

Y - Yearning, How high is his sex drive: he’s always ready, always ready to go down on you.

Z - ZZZ, how quick he falls asleep afterwards: He always falls asleep afterwards but he tries to take care of you, he knows how important aftercare is so he makes sure you’re comfortable enough with him before he falls asleep.

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storytellersumayyah · 1 year

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THE GUIDE AND THE LIGHT: SEASON ONE, EPISODE ONE

The Guide and The Light are a series of comedic, romantic and soft short stories detailing the representation Muslims want but are never allowed to have. We all deserve to see ourselves fall in love and keep that love. We all deserve to have our beliefs respected and celebrated, instead of treated like a joke or insulted.

It's about giving my community what they want and turning conversations that shouldn't have happened in public into something we can all smile at. I hope you enjoy.

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EPISODE ONE: PILOT/THE WEDDING

It was the perfect day for a wedding. The sun was shining, the skies were clear- but not too clear- and it was the most comforting warmth the world had ever known.

But nothing in life was ever perfect. That was asking for too much. That was detracting from the beauty of being human. That was simply impossible. So, although it was the perfect day for a wedding, the weddings taking place were not going quite according to plan.

For Yahya and Noor, it meant things were not running on time. Which was normal, and their families had been expecting for things to be running even later than they were. But for Yahya, who had been dressed since mid-afternoon and had nothing to do since the walima was his responsibility and his almost father-in-law kept stopping him from helping, there was nothing left to do but twiddle his thumbs and remember how to say yes. And for Noor, who had created a spreadsheet to remember what times she had told people the wedding was starting, there was no reason for things to be running so behind schedule.

She told her sister as much.

“Noor, you probably built time in for us to run late. Also, don’t you always tell yourself one time knowing you’ll get out five minutes later?” Was her response.

Noor would’ve made a comment, but the make-up artist told her to smile so she could apply the blush and then the moment passed.

When her make-up was finished, and her dupatta draped over her head to cover her hair as she had instructed, she stood up.

“Sit back down!” Her sister, Khadija, shouted.

“Why?” Noor just wanted to sign the documents, give her consent, and move on with the day. The snacks she’d packed would only keep her appetite at bay for so long.

“It’s not ready yet.”

“Bajhi. I’m the bride and I’m ready. What else could possibly be needed?”

Khadija just looked at her. “I’m not dumb enough to tell you.”

Noor sighed and reached for her phone. Ten minutes behind schedule wasn’t bad. And it wasn’t reason to get frustrated with anyone. Khadija had been half right. When she had outlined the timeline of the day, she had built in time between events for them to run late. But it wasn’t five minutes. It was thirty.

She may have been organised, but her family were not.

“Hey. Is this really agitating?” Khadija asked.

Noor put her phone down. “No. Never. I’m getting married, and you’re here keeping me company. It would never be agitating.”

“Okay. Good. I promise we’ll be ready soon.”

And although her sister wasn’t the best judge of time, she wasn’t one to lie. So Noor smiled and squeezed her hand, aware that soon, the engagement ring would be around her neck and replaced with a silver band, it’s pair on Yahya’s finger for as long as they were meant to be together.

Ten minutes later, her sister stood up and closed the door behind her. Noor turned her head both ways to make sure her hair was suitably covered. When Khadija came back in, she was smiling.

“It’s time.”

They were having the Nikkah done in a separate room to the wedding reception. Yahya and Noor had specifically requested that. They wanted it to be done surrounded by their closest family, so the memory would be private and personal. It would just be them, the imam, their parents, siblings, and immediate aunts and uncles. As well as their cousins.

So it wasn’t as small as some intimate ceremonies, but they weren’t going to do it any other way.

Noor’s parents were waiting outside.

“Yahya just went inside. Are you ready?” Her dad asked.

She nodded, unable to keep the smile off her face. She had been practicing her solemn expression, as well as her soft smiles, but she couldn’t hide the joy. She was going to be married soon. She was going to be a wife.

Khadija walked in front of her. Noor’s parents held onto each of her arms, a gentle pressure. They didn’t get up on the stage with her. She sat opposite Yahya, who smiled shyly. She grinned back as the flash of a camera went off. And then she turned and saw the start of their new family as everyone stood together.

The imam was sat between them. “Are you both ready?”

They nodded in sync.

He stood up. “Salam everyone. As you’re aware, given the level of beauty in the clothes we’re all currently wearing, we’re here because Yahya and Noor have decided to get married. We will conduct the ceremony as is ordinarily done, and I will deliver a speech to the guests once everybody is sat down together in the reception venue. Good?”

“Yes!” Noor’s cousin shouted.

It removed any nerves.

“Excellent! Okay, if I could have the witnesses on stage please.”

Both fathers smiled at each other as they got on.

Noor had already read the marriage contract through. It was standard things in there, with very few additional clauses. The one that had made her laugh was about her hijab. Yahya was very politely asking her to only remove it if she felt like she had to, but that the definition of that excluded a white man announcing his feelings for her.

Yahya had also read the contract properly. Noor had said he was allowed one wife- which was fine by him because he knew he didn’t have the desire or capacity for more- and that if he was to become a politician, she would divorce him. He also understood that one. It had still been endearing to read though. They had planned for a future, and it was all about to become real.

“Noor.”

The sound of his almost-wife’s name pulled him from his thoughts.

Noor turned to face the imam. Her face glowed with joy and Yahya sat quietly as he admired her clothes. Her heel was slightly visible under the skirt of her lehenga. It was the perfect match to the golden embellishment across her clothes.

“I accept,” she repeated, all three times, when she was prompted to do so.

Yahya did the same.

The imam smiled and handed them both pens to sign the contract. Although the photographer was capturing the moment, Yahya knew the photos would never be shared beyond the people in the room. Nobody needed to know they signed their marriage contract with basic biros.

“Everyone cheer! They’re officially married! Yahya. Noor. The relationship between you is halal. Go wild, but not too wild because you know, people need time to adjust to the new situation and you deserve some time as just Yahya and Noor. You get me?”

Noor nodded as though it was a common conversation for her to have. Yahya just blinked a few times and smiled, mildly uncomfortable at seeing his former masjid teacher treat him like an adult man with a wife.

Oh.

“Well. We’re going to head to the hall to make sure everyone’s settled and ready, and then I’ll come back and grab the both of you so you can have your big entrance. We shouldn’t be more than fifteen minutes,” Khadija told them.

When Noor had booked the rooms, she had factored in forty-five minutes for this exact moment. But she wasn’t about to say that so she just nodded.

The imam closed the door behind him.

“Hi husband,” Noor said once the footsteps faded. She had moved to sit where the imam had waited. It meant that when Yahya looked up with softness all across his face, he was staring directly at her face.

“Hi wife,” he whispered, as though he couldn’t quite believe it was real.

Noor stared at him for a few moments more and then started giggling. “I can’t quite believe that we’re married.”

“Neither can I,” he said.

Noor closed the space between them by taking his hand and placing it in hers. Yahya had never believed in perfection, but the way they seemed to fit together so perfectly had him convinced it could be created.

“You look very handsome by the way,” Noor told him after a few minutes of drawing circles on his hand.

“Oh. Thank you. You look beautiful. Truly.”

Noor smiled, her hand still in his. Yahya marvelled at the softness. Even sitting down, he was still slightly taller than her. They were so close, and there was nobody around. So he leant over and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She exhaled as he pulled back.

“That was nice,” she told him.

He smiled, feeling less anxious about being a husband already. “I’m glad. I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“And you think I do?”

It was a teasing remark, but a genuine reminder. It eliminated the rest of the anxiety, and he wasn’t even shaking as they walked in together, their favourite nasheed playing as they climbed onto the second stage of the day.

Noor’s hand in his was a grounding and steady pressure. He shifted the way he was holding her to press his fingers against her wrist. Her pulse was steady, and he found himself breathing to match it. He hoped the rest of their lives would be like that as well: complementary and easy.

“I know everyone wants their food, but Yahya did specifically ask me to say a few words and lead everyone in dua first. That’s right- this came from the groom and has religious significance so you cannot complain.”

There was laughter all around.

“Marriage, as we all know, is an important part of Islam. But it’s not just about saying you’re husband and wife. It’s about being husband and wife. It’s about protecting each other. It’s about looking after each other the best you can, and facing things as a team. Marriage is about supporting each other through the good and bad times and meeting your loved one where they are. It’s not always easy. It’s not always fun. But it’s worth it. Allah will not give you what is bad for you, and Allah will not give you more than what you can handle. I want everyone, including our newly-weds, to hold onto that as best they can, even when it’s hard. Because it’s true.”

People were nodding along. Noor watched Yahya with love in her eyes, because she had no idea what to expect from the speech. Even Yahya seemed shocked by the care with which it was being delivered.

“Yahya, may you guide your wife to be better than she is now so you may both be rewarded. Noor, may you be the light of your husband’s eyes so he never loses the love in his face. May you both be good to each other for so long as it is right. May your marriage be filled with love, lightness and laughter for as long as it lasts. And may Allah make it easy on you both to build a life together. Ameen.”

“Ameen,” echoed around the room, and even the imam had tears in his eyes.

It wasn’t everyday you were aware of the number of people that were praying for you to have a good life.

“Right, and now that I’ve grown tired of the sound of my voice, food!”

There were laughs from everyone, and the flash of camera as more and more candid moments were captured.

“I must say, as exciting as today has been, I am ready to go to sleep,” Noor whispered, as Yahya gave her the perfect portion of rice.

“Would you like me to find you some coffee so you can get through the next few hours?” He asked, only half-joking.

“I have all the energy I could possibly need because you’re here,” she told him, not joking at all. He ducked his head, but the wide smile was still visible.

There wasn’t a single solemn photo taken. Noor’s first and new mother had never been happier.

Eventually, people started to say their goodbyes and the only people left were the immediate family.

“Are you ready?” Yahya asked, taking Noor’s hand.

For the first time that night, she felt nervous. But Yahya was rubbing across her wrist the way she had done for him earlier. It had been an unconscious thing that she had hoped would ground him in the moment. And it was doing the same for her. She didn’t need to think about anything but getting off the stage and following her family out.

“We’re going to miss you so much,” Khadija told her.

Noor laughed, grateful that her sister wouldn’t let her cry. “You haven’t lived with me for three years. And you’re going to see my next weekend for the walima anyways. It’s just six days, and we’ll be at work for five of them.”

Khadija shrugged. “You know what I mean.”

And Noor did. She had to build a life with Yahya. She had to meet his family, and make sure they got time as a couple. He had to do the same, but it was different for him. He’d already moved out once they got engaged so him and Noor would have somewhere to live together after the wedding. Noor hadn’t.

“Be good to each other,” Yahya’s dad said, hugging them both.

Yahya nodded, wiping at his eyes before anyone could comment. Noor frowned slightly, hoping he knew it was okay to be emotional. But he looked at her and nodded, as though he could already read her mind and she realised it was less about embarrassment and more about not wanting to have red eyes or tear-stained cheeks the entire night.

It made her smile though. Knowing that he wasn’t a pretty crier either.

“Well, I’m ready when you are,” Yahya said.

Noor turned around to wave at her family one last time.

Then she let Yahya help her into the backseat, grinning when he left the middle one empty so they could be comfortable. He smiled just as wide as he placed his hand in the gap between them, hers already there and waiting.

It had started to rain. But as they pulled up to the hotel, both more than ready to get into their room so they could change out of their clothes and so excited to go to sleep because nobody ever warned them about how exhausting it was to get married, it didn’t even matter. They just climbed out the car as quickly as they could and ran inside, not even caring that they were probably getting wetter than if they had just walked.

“Goodnight husband,” Noor said as Yahya turned the main light off.

“Goodnight wife,” he whispered, kissing her forehead once more before settling in next to her.

Before they fell asleep, Yahya and Noor both thought about the events of the day, still so shocked by everything that had happened. They both felt like they had looked amazing. The water pressure had been lacking. The food was better than when they had been looking at caterers. They had never been so exhausted before. Although the cake had almost been destroyed, it hadn’t been and everyone loved it. It had started raining and their clothes were never going to get dry without an actual rack. They had actually gotten married.

So, it wasn’t perfect.

But it was as close to ideal as life would ever get.

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