summary: teasing your husband has become one of your wifely duties.
warnings: teasing, established relationship, fluff, spoilers (kinda);
a/n: hope u guys like it!
word travels fast. and zuko knows this.
the moment he enters his royal chambers, he already braces himself for what’s going to happen.
yes, he can deal with snickering servants or judgmental glances from his advisors… he can have the whole palace gossiping about him and he won’t be interested in that.
hell, even his chamberlain’s opinion doesn’t really matter to him, which definitely should, because aang’s letter disclosed something that shouldn’t have come to the light.
he can accept a lot of things.
but what he can’t accept, is you making fun of him. and he already knows what’s coming. you don’t even have to speak, that mean glint in your eye does it for you every time.
so before you can do anything, before you even open your mouth when he steps towards you, he raises a warning finger at you and points it firmly, making you frown and pause in place.
“don’t you dare,” he squints his eyes at you, expression serious, though there’s a hint of tension in his shoulders.
you raise your hands in defense immediately.
“what have i done?”
“it’s not about what you’ve done, it’s about what you were about to do,” he explains, pointing at you again, and you groan softly, rolling your eyes.
“you sound like iroh right now,” you reply amused.
“what is that supposed to mean?” he asks instantly, narrowing his eyes further, stepping half a pace closer without realizing it.
“that i don’t even understand what is happening,” you reply, tilting your head, still watching him carefully.
“so you haven’t heard?” he asks, voice lowering slightly, suspicion and curiosity mixing in his expression.
you blink at him, confused, hands now resting on your hips.
“hear what?” you ask again. “you are acting weird.”
he lowers his hand slowly, blinking a few times, studying your face like he is trying to figure out if you’re lying or not.
maybe you really didn’t know what happened in the throne room…
which… oddly enough, was a relief.
“nothing,” he says at last, shaking his head, trying to dismiss it. “it’s not that important anyway.”
he starts walking past you, moving towards the bed, trying to act like the conversation is over.
you follow him with your eyes for a moment, then lean slightly to the side, voice casual, teasing slipping in anyway.
“whatever you say… flameo hotman…”
there’s a second of silence.
he freezes mid-step.
slowly, his head turns back towards you.
his eyes widen just slightly in disbelief before his face twists in frustration.
“gaaaah! i knew it!” he groans, throwing one hand up as his shoulders drop in defeat, clearly exasperated as he realizes exactly what he walked into.
synopsis: you and clark have a one night stand, but he's determined to see you again
cw: literally no plot just porn, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it babes), creampie <3
wc: 1.2k
a/n: um wtf i'm actually sorry for being so busy. my professors are assholes, and the people at my internship are assholes too. i just miss you guys so much and i actually wish i could marry some rich man just so i can spend all my time writing clark kent smut 😩 also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 13K HONEYS!!! i love you babies sosososo much <333 you know you're my world 💛
A one-night stand hadn't been Clark's intention when he agreed to go out with his friends. He was just supposed to get a drink, hang out a little, and then go home.
He hadn't thought he'd end up in your bed.
He rocks into you slowly, your gummy walls tight around his cock as it stretches you out. Your body trembles under his, the skin of your neck tasting salty with sweat as he kisses over your throat.
“Gosh, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice hoarse and thick. His dark hair sticks to his forehead, his eyes half-lidded as he looks down at you while he fucks you.
You just moan sweetly into his ear, your nails dragging down his back, scratching at his shoulder blades. You look so beautiful like this, all blissed out, and he feels honored to be able to give you pleasure.
This hadn't been his plan at all. But when he'd seen you in the bar, sitting with your friends, his heart had stuttered and his mind had gone blank.
You were gorgeous. A being worthy of worship and paintings and hymns.
He'd been unable to look away for most of the night. Clark just stared at you, his eyes always returning to you no matter how hard he tried not to seem like a creep. But you were so beautiful. And then you'd glanced in his direction, your gaze meeting his, and a jolt of electricity shot through him.
When you smiled at him, he knew he was a goner. He had to approach you. Had to talk to you. He's not sure how he got lucky enough for you to want him back, for you to casually invite him to your place. He’d been almost too eager, too quick, to say yes.
Your bedroom now smells of sweat and sex, the sound of skin on skin loud as he fucks into you. Surely, the neighbors can hear the bed hitting the wall, your moans and gasps, and Clark’s low groans.
He grabs your thigh, draping it over his waist and changing the angle so he can slide deeper into you.
You squeal softly, your beautiful eyes rolling back as his thick cock drags against your inner walls, sending sharp jolts of ecstasy through your veins. “Clark,” you moan. “Oh, God.”
"I know, baby, I know," he murmurs in your ear before kissing across your jawline. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He increases his pace, his hips rolling just right, his cock pressing up against your g-spot. You mewl sweetly, slick cunt squelching obscenely each time he presses in.
He groans low, delivering sloppy kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. One of his hands slides down, his fingers deftly working at your clit in slow circles as he continues to pound you.
You whine, delighted, as your hips start rocking against him, matching his rhythm, a hot pressure slowly building in your womb.
“Clark, Clark,” you say breathlessly, scratching harder at his back, your thighs starting to shake. Out of all the one-night stands you've had, this one is by far the best. Clark just knows what he’s doing. He fucks you so perfectly, touches you just right, and the weight of his body on you feels like heaven. You’d stay under him for days if you could.
“I know,” he says again, his mouth trailing down to your breasts, kissing each one reverently before licking over one of your nipples. “I know you wanna come. I'll get you there.”
He sucks on your nipple gently, grazing his teeth over it before swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. His fingers pick up the pace against your needy clit, and suddenly the pressure in your womb feels like molten lava ready to burst.
“Fuck,” you gasp, shaking, skin slick with sweat. “Please!”
You squeeze him tight as you get close, your pussy sucking him in, making him twitch in you as he's suddenly pushed right to the edge.
“Aw, fuck,” he grunts, pulling away from your tits. His hips stutter a little as he realizes he's not going to last much longer. He looks at your face, at how beautiful you are, focuses on how good you feel. And, God, this can’t be the only time he’s in you or the last time he sees you. He needs more.
“I need a favor from you before you come, honey,” he says, his voice strained. It’s like the words tumbled out of his mouth, but he’s already spoken them and he might as well go through with it.
You just mewl in response, body squirming under his, desperate for release.
“Can I get your number?” he asks breathlessly, feeling a little sheepish but determined.
You pause for a second before laughing softly, but it ends in a moan as Clark pushes you closer to your orgasm. “Yeah,” you gasp, nodding. “Yeah, I'll give you my number.”
“Thank fuck,” he groans, focusing his mouth on your neck, sucking and biting gently to leave hickeys all over. He takes your thigh from around his waist and presses it up to your chest. His cock slides in all the way, the thick head brushing your cervix, and the feeling of being stuffed full pushes you over the edge.
You mewl his name over and over as you come, your thighs shaking as your orgasm takes over you. It feels like your skin is on fire, the pressure in your womb bursting and spilling all over your body, the pleasure making you see stars. Your back arches off the bed and your eyes roll back, and Clark moans at the sight.
Watching you come while your cunt squeezes him tight is enough to send him right over the edge. He grunts, thrusting hard and fast and deep a few more times before he comes too. You two probably should've used a condom, but in your haste to get into bed, both of you had, admittedly, not cared. So Clark comes in you, his thick, sticky cum warm as it spills into your pussy, coating over your walls and gathering right against your womb.
With heavy, shuddering breaths, Clark places soft kisses against your forehead and nose and lips before pulling out of you and collapsing beside you.
He wraps an arm around your middle, tugging you against him while you both regain your breath.
When he can speak again, he says, “Probably should've waited til after to ask for your number. But I was afraid I'd lose my nerve, so I figured it was a now or never sort of scenario.”
You turn to him with a sweet, satisfied smile. “I'm glad the sex was good enough to prompt you to ask for my number in the middle of it,” you joke, voice breathy.
Clark chuckles, raising a hand to trace his thumb over your lower lip. “So...the number?” he prompts at risk of sounding desperate. He figures you’re worth all the embarrassment in the world.
You giggle softly. “Give me your phone.”
Clark all but leaps to grab his phone from where he'd left it on the bedside table. He hands it to you and watches with wide eyes as you add your contact.
“There,” you say, handing it back to him. “You've got my number. Just don't forget to actually use it.”
He grins a charming, boyish grin, his dimples showing. “Oh, trust me, baby, I'll definitely use it.”
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A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass
Aether
❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand
❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability
❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again
Albedo
❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else
❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in
❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you
Al-Haitham
❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room
❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on
❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out
Ayato
❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild
❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you
❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority
Baizhu
❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him
❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy
❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself
Capitano
❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it
❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts
❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you
Childe
❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face
❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you
❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you
Cyno
❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get
❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it
❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol
Dainsleif
❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease
❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol
❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here
Diluc
❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-
❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you
❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)
Dottore
❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.
❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still
❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???
Freminet
❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS
❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk
❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol
Gorou
❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??
❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh
❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is
men who use your height difference to their advantage
your boyfriend notices it in the most casual, unfairly smug way possible. there's quiet little shift in his expression when you’re standing close, talking, completely unaware of the way his gaze dips to your boobs for half a second too long. you’ll be mid-sentence, explaining something, and he’s nodding like he’s listening, but there’s that telltale hint of a smile tugging at his mouth like he’s holding onto a secret.
it’s the perfect view he has from the height difference. he loves it.
especially when you’re wearing something even slightly loose at the neckline. he doesn’t have to try, doesn’t have to lean or adjust, it’s just there, an easy, unfair advantage he pretends not to abuse. he’ll step just a little closer than necessary, hands settling on your hips or your waist, head tilted down like he’s focused on you, and maybe he is… but he’s also enjoying the view like it’s part of the experience.
you catch him sometimes. your eyes narrow, lips pressing together as you follow his gaze and realize exactly what he’s doing. “seriously?” you mutter, swatting at his chest.
he doesn’t even look embarrassed. just grins, slow and easy, like he’s been caught doing something he fully intends to keep doing. “what?” he says, completely innocent. “i’m listenin’.”
“you are not,” you shoot back, but you’re already smiling, already leaning into him despite yourself.
his hands tighten just a little at your waist, pulling you closer like that settles the argument in his favor. “multitasking,” he corrects, voice softer now, a little teasing, a little fond. and the worst part is… he’s not subtle about liking it.
he’ll rest his chin on the top of your head sometimes, arms wrapped around you from behind, and you know he’s looking down. you can feel it in the way he goes still for a second, like he’s savoring something. when you try to pull away, he just hums, tightening his hold.
“stay,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss into your hair like that makes it better.
and when you finally roll your eyes and mutter, “you’re unbelievable,” he just smiles down at you, warm and steady, like he’s already won.
“yeah,” he says quietly, pulling you in a little closer. “but you like me.”
Simon had signed the DNR with the same hand he cleans his knives— steady and devoid of sentiment. Back then, it was a simple truth; when the ticker stopped, so did he. No dramatics, no interventions. No third chances.
The world had already taken everything worth waking up for. What remained was routine: the sound of paperwork, the clanking of rifles, the weight of his own breath and the dull ache of days that bled into each other without consequence. Death wasn't a threat. It was a courtesy.
Then you came. Sweet little thing, all warm hands and soft laughter, with sugar on your lips and honey in your voice, and a smile that could undo him in seconds. (And a craving for dessert that matched his craving for you.)
Simon didn't stand a chance.
You married him like it was the easiest decision you ever made. Loved him like he wasn't stitched together from scraps. Fed him cake and kisses like they were both medicine.
And then somewhere down the road— after the quiet mornings and burnt toast— that DNR wasn't about giving in anymore. It was about respecting the rules of the house. Because if his heart stops and someone brings him back?
You're finishing the job.
("You think you get to scare me like that and live to tell about it?")
He wouldn't have it any other way. He's got something to live for now, and it's got frosting on it. And a temper. Someone who'd decided his continued existence was non-negotiable.
Includes -> Enjin, Jabber Wonger, Follo Tunito, Bro Santa, August Stilza, Gris Rubion, Tamsy Caines.
CW -> Brat taming, size difference, pain play, bdsm, praise, body worship, breeding, aphrodisiacs, lingerie, chubby f!reader(not a cw but yeah), dacryphillia.
WC -> 632
Enjin -> Brat taming and size difference, oral (f! receiving. He enjoys having a bratty and bossy girl, but he loves watching the attitude in you fall apart while he fucks you. He likes when you talk back and challenge him teasingly in bed—knowing in seconds you'll be on your hands and knees begging for more of him. Enjin also enjoys being much bigger than you, the idea of his cock being too big for you and watching your tummy bulge when he's burried to the hilt turns him on more than it should. He's also a complete munch, and loves eating you out. It's like a daily ritual for him—waking you up by eating you out. After a long mission? His face is burried between your legs. After dinner? He needs his dessert (you).
Jabber Wonger -> Pain play and sadism/masochism. He's a switch and enjoys being a dominant and submissive—but he's really a masochist and likes pain whether it's biting, slapping, or being edged till it hurts. Jabber prefers you to be the one inflicting the pain on him, but he wouldn't mind the roles being reversed either. He's also curious and willing to try almost anything.
Follo Tunito -> He's honestly really vanilla, enjoying praise and body worship. Follo likes when you praise how good he feels, and wants to worship every part of your body from head to toe. He's overall gentle in bed, and never rough, prefering slow, intimate love making, over rough sex—prioritizing your pleasure over his.
Bro Santa -> Breeding. He loves the idea of cumming deep inside you, and planting his seed inside your womb, staking his claim on you. Watching your tummy grow swollen while your body fills in perfectly is like seeing heaven to him. Bro not only finds it attractuce and alluring, but he finds you utterly magical and brilliant—and that also turns him on even more.
August Stilza -> Aphrodasics, lingere and thick/chubby women. He loves eating special chocolates with you, that warm, fuzzy almost dizzy feeling is like a drug to him. He already acts a fool, so imagine him eating some aphrodisiacs—he's acting even crazier but red faced and needier. August also loves watching you in lingere he made specifically for you, especially if you have soft, plushy curves. When he's fucking you and pushing your legs back, watching your tummy squish makes him love you even more.
Gris Rubion -> Size difference, praise + he's a total ass guy and struggles to hide it. When you walk he can't help but stare at your ass and the way yor hips sway when you walk, he honestly feels terrible about it, but he cant help it. He also loves curves. Gris loves being bigger than you in every way, watching you struggle to take his cock. He'll whisper quiet praises after every little inch you take.
Tamsy Caines -> BDSM, dacryphillia. Oh he's sadistic, and a very teasing dom. He loves the idea of being in charge of you, and telling you what to do. He loves dictating what you do in bed but also likes when you get a little bratty—not minding being a brat tamer as well. Tamsy would tie you up, and tease you for hours, not letting you cum until he says so. He'd punish you when you don't listen as well, but definitely has a safe word for you to use. BDSM isn't just for his sexual relationship with you but also makes it's way into your everyday relationship (consensually. Please dont take that the wrong way lol 😭) Tamsy loves when you get so overstimulated, you cry, watching the tears roll down your face with a lecherous expression—teasing you mockingly, "Aw, too much for you sweetheart?"
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so you know that stupid tradition of the groom sticking his head under the bride's dress at the reception to pull the garter off? yeah that but every single one of the 141 would kiss your pussy while doing it.
johnny's full on making out with it over your underwear, leaving it sticking to you from a mixture of his spit and your arousal.
simon's got it pulled to the side so he can plant one directly on it and you can hear the deep rumble in his chest when you gasp in surprise.
kyle would place a kiss right over where your clit is under your underwear before running his tongue up the length of it.
and john would stuff his fingers in you while he gives your clit a harsh suck before letting go with an audible pop, comes out from under there with the garter in his teeth and licking his fingers.
can we prettyyyyy pleaseeee get more of alastor and his wife??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
I ASSUME YOU MEAN THIS POST???
either way it’s what ur getting now
Okie so if you’ve not read the other post, tldr Reader is Alastor’s spouse who also owns his soul, none of the hotel members know that fact, que hijinks and laughter
Uh also this part is definitely more gn than the last one dysphoria is a bitch
The first post only touched on the married part, so this is about the soul owning bit!
Ask box is open! Requests are not :)
“Y’know,” Angel dust— you finally learned his full name— starts slowly, swirling the contents of his drink around absently. “I just remembered something you said the first day you got here..”
You tilt your head with a smile, taking a sip of your own drink. It has been a week since your sudden entrance to the hotel and you had been settling nicely! You, much like Alastor, didn’t truly believe in the whole… redemption nonsense, but you were at least nice enough to not point that out.
“Hm? And what did my beloved say, Angel?” Alastor cuts in, materialising from the shadows behind you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You lean back into his touch and laugh at the expression in his face.
Angel clears his throat, taking a sip of his liquid courage before speaking slowly, the words coming to him through a haze almost. “I uh, asked who chained ya down and you said… you said it was the other way ‘round?”
You hum, tilting your head. “Mn, and you want to know what I meant by that, I assume?” You don’t wait for an answer, not really, tilting your head back to meet Alastor’s warm gaze. “Well, my dear? It’s your decision if they get to know.”
He hums and haws theatrically, tilting his head this way and that as if the change in angle will help him understand the question better, before his grin widens and he shrugs. “Oh, what the hell? Go ahead, darling, I’d love to see their reactions!”
Rolling your eyes fondly, you push your now empty glass towards Husk with a small smile. “Alright…” you wait until your drink has been refilled to speak up again— wanting to confirm the safety of your glass, should the shock cause such big reactions, as Alastor was expecting. “It’s quite simple, honestly. Alongside his heart, I also happen to… own his soul, as well.”
The reaction is instantaneous. Glasses shatter, voices are raised from polite conversation to incoherent screaming.. you haven’t seen so much chaos since your first year in hell, wandering all alone whilst waiting for your beloved.
You take a sip of your drink, sharing a look with Alastor as the chaos around you intensifies with each moment you remain silent. You raise your hand, and instantly, all sound cuts out. You smile slightly. “May I speak now?”
You don’t wait for an answer, shrugging slightly. “It’s really quite simple, I swear. I didn’t force Alastor to do anything— he’ll tell you himself, he practically begged me to make a deal with him.” Alastor nods, not at all embarrassed. He’d never be embarrassed or ashamed of his clever wife, to enamoured to be anything otherwise.
Charlie— delightful kind soul she is— steps forward with an awkward smile, gaze flitting between you and Alastor. “Is… is that true, Al?” She questions quietly, and you honestly can’t blame her for being concerned. Most everyone, regardless of how they lost their soul, holds some contempt for their “owners”.
Alastor hums, grin stretching further across his face. “Quite so, my dear! It’s a long tale, but I couldn’t be happier where I am now!” He wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you towards him.
And that’s it. Slowly, motions at the hotel resume as they had before. In the comfortable noise, you lean closer to Alastor, expression more fond than you care to admit. “You’re such a charmer, you know that?” You tease lowly, rubbing your thumb over the knuckles of his hand.
He laughs quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. “Just for you, my love,” he murmurs in response, squeezing your joint hands softly.
