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 whatās going to happen.
yes, he can deal with snickering servants or judgmental glances from his advisorsā¦ he can have the whole palace gossiping about him and he wonāt be interested in that.
hell, even his chamberlainās opinion doesnāt really matter to him, which definitely should, because aangās letter disclosed something that shouldnāt have come to the light.
he can accept a lot of things.
but what he canāt accept, is you making fun of him. and he already knows whatās coming. you donāt 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.
ādonāt you dare,ā he squints his eyes at you, expression serious, though thereās a hint of tension in his shoulders.
you raise your hands in defense immediately.
āwhat have i done?ā
āitās not about what youāve done, itās about what you were about to do,ā he explains, pointing at you again, and you groan softly, rolling your eyes.
āyou sound like iroh right now,ā you reply amused.
āwhat is that supposed to mean?ā he asks instantly, narrowing his eyes further, stepping half a pace closer without realizing it.
āthat i donāt even understand what is happening,ā you reply, tilting your head, still watching him carefully.
āso you havenāt heard?ā he asks, voice lowering slightly, suspicion and curiosity mixing in his expression.
you blink at him, confused, hands now resting on your hips.
āhear what?ā you ask again. āyou are acting weird.ā
he lowers his hand slowly, blinking a few times, studying your face like he is trying to figure out if youāre lying or not.
maybe you really didnāt know what happened in the throne roomā¦
whichā¦ oddly enough, was a relief.
ānothing,ā he says at last, shaking his head, trying to dismiss it. āitās not that important anyway.ā
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.
āwhatever you sayā¦ flameo hotmanā¦ā
thereās 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.
āgaaaah! i knew it!ā he groans, throwing one hand up as his shoulders drop in defeat, clearly exasperated as he realizes exactly what he walked into.
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synopsis: clark bending you over the counter, fingering you underneath your clothes just to give you a quick orgasm and a good start to your day.
cw: porn and no plot, fingering (f!receiving), little bit of dry humping, squirting, clark jizzes his pants <3
wc: 966
a/n: guess who just finished the longest semester ever??? finally, i have time to dedicate myself to writing superman porn āŗļø
It starts off as a normal morning, just you and Clark rushing around the kitchen, trying to clean everything up after breakfast before you each go to work.
You've got a bit of time to spare, and Clark just wants to have a little moment of peace with you. You've both been so busy, and he misses you.
So while you're wiping the kitchen counter down, he hugs you from behind, just placing little kisses on your nape.
āYou smell nice,ā he says against your warm skin, inhaling the soft scent of your perfume. āSweet.ā
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.
āClark,ā you say quietly in warning, feeling your body grow hot at his touch. āWe have to go.ā
āWe've got a while,ā he murmurs as form of explanation, his fingers deftly undoing the button and the zipper on your pants.
āWe'll be late for work,ā you say weakly, warmth spreading between your thighs.
āWe'll be fine,ā 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.
āOh, baby,ā he groans lowly, his teeth lightly digging into your neck in a soft bite. āYou feel so good.ā
You moan, hands grabbing onto the counter, your hips pressing against his fingers. āClark...fuck...ā
āI know,ā 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.
āClark,ā 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.
āI know, baby,ā he grunts, the steady rhythm of his hips stuttering as a tight coil of heat grows taut in his lower abdomen. āAlmost there.ā
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.
āClark āā you try to warn him, but your brain is hazy with pleasure and your tongue isn't collaborating. āFuck!ā
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. āYou okay?ā he asks.
You nod softly, still breathless. āYeah, I'm good.ā
He hums. āYou were right, we're gonna be late,ā he says sheepishly. āWe're gonna have to clean up before we head out. I wasn't counting on us making such a mess...ā
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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
āAgh-...shit...ā - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand
ā Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...goodā - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability
āSlower?...okayā - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again
Albedo
āThis spot? Yeah?...knew it...ā - 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
āHold still for me...yes?ā - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in
āSome interesting sounds you make...ā - 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
āKeep quite...ā - 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
āTell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.ā - 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
āIf you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.ā - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out
Ayato
āMmm...yeah...ā - 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
āDon't overestimate yourself, hm?ā - 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
āI got you...don't worry, i got you...ā - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority
Baizhu
āSo...warm...ā - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him
āShh...you don't know who might come in.ā - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy
āI'll take care of it...don't worry.ā - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself
Capitano
āTake it slow, theres no rush.ā - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it
āDo you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...ā - proceeds to rearrange your guts
āWhat did i tell you?ā - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you
Childe
āNaww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.ā - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face
āLook baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.ā - 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
āGood? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...ā - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you
Cyno
āYou hear that?...Thats you...ā - 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
āAre you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-ā - 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
āWhere?...ah-quick tell me-ā - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol
Dainsleif
āSo desperate...it's almost cute.ā - 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
āCalm down, we're not in a rush.ā - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol
āStill...gh-taking it so well...ā - uhhh yeah we have a theme here
Diluc
āYou look cold...i could warm you up...ā - 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-
āWhere's the 'please'?ā - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you
āMaybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.ā - 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
āHm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.ā - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.
āI won't tell you again, hold still.ā - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still
ā...hm...you're too quite...ā - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???
Freminet
āNgh-h-hey-calm down or else-!ā - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS
āThis is...new...yeah...ā - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk
āSo-warm-!ā - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol
Gorou
āWdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!ā - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??
āAgh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-ā - no self control, smh
āRight there? See...told you i won't forget.ā - 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 youāre standing close, talking, completely unaware of the way his gaze dips to your boobs for half a second too long. youāll be mid-sentence, explaining something, and heās nodding like heās listening, but thereās that telltale hint of a smile tugging at his mouth like heās holding onto a secret.
itās the perfect view he has from the height difference. he loves it.
especially when youāre wearing something even slightly loose at the neckline. he doesnāt have to try, doesnāt have to lean or adjust, itās just there, an easy, unfair advantage he pretends not to abuse. heāll step just a little closer than necessary, hands settling on your hips or your waist, head tilted down like heās focused on you, and maybe he isā¦ but heās also enjoying the view like itās part of the experience.
you catch him sometimes. your eyes narrow, lips pressing together as you follow his gaze and realize exactly what heās doing. āseriously?ā you mutter, swatting at his chest.
he doesnāt even look embarrassed. just grins, slow and easy, like heās been caught doing something he fully intends to keep doing. āwhat?ā he says, completely innocent. āiām listeninā.ā
āyou are not,ā you shoot back, but youāre 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. āmultitasking,ā he corrects, voice softer now, a little teasing, a little fond. and the worst part isā¦ heās not subtle about liking it.
heāll rest his chin on the top of your head sometimes, arms wrapped around you from behind, and you know heās looking down. you can feel it in the way he goes still for a second, like heās savoring something. when you try to pull away, he just hums, tightening his hold.
āstay,ā he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss into your hair like that makes it better.
and when you finally roll your eyes and mutter, āyouāre unbelievable,ā he just smiles down at you, warm and steady, like heās already won.
āyeah,ā he says quietly, pulling you in a little closer. ābut you like me.ā
Simon had signed the DNR with the same hand he cleans his knivesā 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 roadā after the quiet mornings and burnt toastā 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.
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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 bedāknowing 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 himāwaking 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 submissiveābut 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 sexāprioritizing 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 brilliantāand 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 aphrodisiacsāhe'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 brattyānot 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 š) Tamsy loves when you get so overstimulated, you cry, watching the tears roll down your face with a lecherous expressionāteasing you mockingly, "Aw, too much for you sweetheart?"
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.
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"I need to be inside you, now," he murmurs, leaning up and flipping you around so quick you're dizzy, he tugs his cock out of his sweats, letting the fat tip glide against your messy slick - up and down, squishing and clicking loud in the room. "One more chance to stop, because you won't be off my cock all night - unless I'm pushing cum inside you."
Fuck.
You look back, teeth clamped down on your lower lip now. "Please."
He whines out when he slides his cock in, so thick it stretches you out - but you're loving it - the pain, the pressure, feeling him underneath your belly button. You cry out, head falling back, letting his hand grip your hair and tug, in three strong thrusts he has buried that thick, veiny length inside of your body.
"Ah!" You're shaking as you take him, as he moves in and out of you, gliding through your cum slick walls and moaning, one hand on your shoulder to shove you down even more, until he's bottomed out impossibly, balls smacking your clit.
His tail wraps and flicks around to tickle your skin, his nails pressing into your hips as he begins to move. "Gonna fill you up, you want all of it, hmm? To be full of me, bred by me, marked as mine?"
"Y-yes," you barely manage a coherent thought or word, letting his cock work inside you, over and over, walls getting tacky as they pulse right around him. He is sucking in a breath through his teeth, pressing you down by your head, smushing it into the bed and groaning as he fucks you faster. "Mnh! Please, please..."
"Close again? Hah, so easy f'me," he taunts, as if he's not lost in you - like he's not close to busting as he rocks his hips, shoving so deep your cervix is bruised. He's lost when he leans over you with his heavy weight, his burning hot skin - lips against your ear. "I'm not leaving this pretty, perfect cunt. gonna fuckin' stay buried till you're all mine."
His tail wraps to drag you closer as his other hand grips your chin, sharp teeth sinking into your neck to bite - you're gushing and cumming right around his thick cock again, shaking thighs, hands gripping his sheets as you're pumped too full, his teeth giving the sweetest pain. He leaves a deep, glistening mark on your skin - every tooth indentation highlighted, making him lose it even more.
"Mine," he mumbles, pussy drunk and a mess, seeing his teeth and those sharp canines leaving a drop of blood, crimson down your skin. He laps it up with the tip of his tongue, laughing now, running it against his teeth. "You're all mine, aren't you, baby? Yeah?"
