#x f!reader

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.

You hum softly, giving up on your task to lean back against him, just enjoying the moment.

But Clark can't hold back when it comes to you.

One of his hands slips down a little, moving from your stomach, lower, until his fingers graze the waistband of your pants.

“Clark,” you say quietly in warning, feeling your body grow hot at his touch. “We have to go.”

“We've got a while,” he murmurs as form of explanation, his fingers deftly undoing the button and the zipper on your pants.

“We'll be late for work,” you say weakly, warmth spreading between your thighs.

“We'll be fine,” he replies, grazing his teeth over your ear as his hand slips under your panties. His fingers slide over your cunt, gently parting your folds to press against your clit in neat little circles.

You let out a soft moan, hips pushing forward against his hand.

Clark's mouth trails down the side of your neck, kissing and sucking your skin, feeling himself getting harder and harder as you mewl and whine lowly.

His fingers move a little lower, prodding at your entrance, feeling your slick slowly starting to drip out.

“Oh, baby,” he groans lowly, his teeth lightly digging into your neck in a soft bite. “You feel so good.”

You moan, hands grabbing onto the counter, your hips pressing against his fingers. “Clark...fuck...”

“I know,” he says lowly, his voice rough, as he starts grinding his hips against your ass. He groans at the friction against his hard cock, and he can feel the front of his boxers already damp with precum.

You're making soft little sounds that go straight to his groin, his name falling from your lips in little gasps.

Gently, Clark eases you forward to bend over the counter, one hand on your hip, the other one sliding a finger into your wet pussy.

Your cunt welcomes him eagerly, walls warm and pulsing as his finger delves deep in and then curls, finding your g-spot with ease.

He gently pushes your foot with his to spread your legs farther apart, giving him more room.

With every breath he takes, he can smell your arousal, mixed with the scent of your body lotion and your shampoo. It makes him insane, makes him wish he could rip your pants off, sit you on this counter and eat you out like you deserve. But that'll lead to him fucking you, and then you'll both definitely be late to work.

You moan loud, thighs shaking as Clark adds a second finger into you, thrusting and curling them perfectly, the heel of his hand grinding against your clit.

A familiar heat spreads through your body, thick and intense as it fills your womb. It grows hotter as Clark fucks you with his fingers, pushing you towards the edge.

“Clark,” you gasp, but he already knows. He can feel your gummy walls squeezing his fingers tight, he can feel the way your body is shaking. He can hear your racing heart, can smell your juices dripping from you and gathering in your panties.

The thought of you being so close only spurs him on more. He rolls his hips against your ass, his cock twitching in his boxers as he grinds against you, the fabric sticky from his precum.

“I know, baby,” he grunts, the steady rhythm of his hips stuttering as a tight coil of heat grows taut in his lower abdomen. “Almost there.”

You're squealing now, your legs quivering and threatening to give out. But Clark holds you steady with one arm around your waist, keeping you in place.

The hot sensation in your womb builds and builds, like a balloon filling with air, until you're sure you can't take it anymore.

“Clark —” you try to warn him, but your brain is hazy with pleasure and your tongue isn't collaborating. “Fuck!”

The steady press of his fingers against that spongy spot in you, combined with the press of his palm against your clit, has you seeing stars. But it's also pushing you towards something more than just a regular orgasm.

You're mewling and whining, not able to find the words to warn him as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge until the heat is too much, until your body shudders and the tension in your womb snaps, and you come.

You moan his name loud enough that the entire building might've heard. A gush of your slick spills from you, soaking Clark's hands, making a mess of your panties and your work outfit, your juices drenching the fabric.

Clark moans as he feels you squirt on him, the feeling of it pushing him to his own orgasm. He comes with a rough groan, his hot cum spurting onto his boxers in thick, sticky ropes.

You're both breathing heavy, bodies slowly coming to, skin sticky with sweat.

Clark kisses the side of your neck gently as he withdraws his hand. “You okay?” he asks.

You nod softly, still breathless. “Yeah, I'm good.”

He hums. “You were right, we're gonna be late,” he says sheepishly. “We're gonna have to clean up before we head out. I wasn't counting on us making such a mess...”

♡ please comment and reblog my work, it means so much to me and inspires me to keep writing

---

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - if you wanna be added to my Clark Kent taglist, lmk <3

@booboobear-12 @savvysavsblog13 @donnadiddadog @akkahelenaa @tysukier @animegamerfox @absolutelybloodyhopeless @teenytinylilcrawdaddies @simpingreader @ultimatewolverine @justheretoreadmydear @lovexbunny @jazlinda @dolleciita @tinawantstobeadoll @preciselyshifts @markiplex @kissmxcheek @buckyisveryhot @rayamaya @fae-dreamer-99 @heynanasposts @lahniu @paddockspookie42 @lilychristine01 @chronic-fangirl-222 @sunnyteume @take-it-on-the-run @ninikrumbs @smzyyx @shamlesslipzz @spn-reader @gettingprettyfvckintired @cherryresidence @mollymal @liebgotts-lovergirl @lowrisemiller @mingyuziiiii @opalesquegirl @hrtsforstrkysblog @inside--her--fantasy @kodzuminx @evie2435 @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @diseasedclitoris @for-smut @soggywhore @unabashedlyinlovewithyou @sunmooner @elijahhewsonswifelol 

---

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

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?"

· ─── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ─── · · ─── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ─── ·

Guess who's my favorite, level extremely easy. 🥹🙏 This took to much brain power for me ugh. 😭

Anyway, thanks for reading! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated and my requests are open !

“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.

Taglist: @fries11 @mxadair @cyb3r-slumb3r @hoforfictionalmen-andwomen @fifiyaps @zedd88 @m0thprson @hyuninslutbbgirl @tmrs-basilisk @nononothiscantbehapp @dazaiosamub1tch @mirxko @likeejennie

I rushed to get this out in time for Christmas :D

Happy holidays folks, hope you all enjoyed this little “series”.