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just thinking about how i haven't seen anyone talking about ryland with a partner who also has glasses. AND as someone who wears glasses i feel like it's my duty to expand on this thought. 🤍
ryland who at first would get really flustered whenever your glasses would bump together when you kiss. he knows its not a big deal, but he's always worried it hurts you somehow. he'd have your face in his hands, kissing you gently, pressing into you a bit and your frames clash awkwardly. he pulls away, brows pinched together in worry, "oh- sorry baby."
ryland who gently takes both of your glasses off when you're sleepily making out before bed. one of his hands will be tangled in your hair as his other one reaches for your glasses. you reluctantly break the kiss, allowing him to take them off. he looks down at you sweetly as he removes them and gently sets them on the bedside table. you blush as he looks back to you, pupils blown and full of adoration. "you're so beautiful, honey..."
ryland who thinks its so cute when your glasses slide down your nose as you bounce up and down on his cock. you're sweating, barely holding on as you ride him sloppily. his hands are gripping your hips, honestly doing most of the work at this point as you've long been fucked out. he looks up at you, glowing, head tilted back, letting out the prettiest moan he'd ever heard. you looked down at him then, through your foggy glasses, they've slid down to the tip of your nose. you whine, orgasm approaching fast, "thats it, theres my girl/boy, come for me"
sfw. dark themes | obsessive devotion
credits : @ianrkives @anitalenia
homelander | Imagine being the only person whose opinion truly matters to him.
The world worships Homelander. Crowds chant his name, cameras flash, and entire cities breathe easier just knowing he’s watching from the sky. He smiles for them, waves for them, saves them.
But none of it ever feels like enough.
Not unless you’re watching.
Imagine standing in a quiet room high above the city, the distant hum of traffic far below. He’s just returned from another flawless rescue—cape still fluttering slightly, uniform untouched, eyes searching.
ortiz!rocky
Been a big fan of being a Motorcycle Guy in cyberpunk lately (and only slightly jealous that only car drivers gets to have visits from Johnny)

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In which Ryland fails to do so and stay quiet for once. Until you take action.
Pairing: Ryland Grace x Gn!Reader Content warnings: Smut! Tags: Smut with a little plot, manhandling, finger sucking, praise kink, come eating, sub Grace, GN!Ace Pilot!Reader, no use of Y/N, reader is at least a little muscular and Grace is down bad for that (dirty talk kinda) Words: 4.2k Note: The people have spoken, so who am I to deny them? Put fingers in his mouth Sunday it is. (also this is not beta read. Please don't kill me for my grammar)
MINORS DNI.
imagine calling sub!grace "puppy". what then.
oh, don't even start, anon...
Thinking about gun sex with Toji....
but you have the gun.
🩸 How They React to You Wanting to Peg Them 🩸
Side Chars Ver.
Contains: Pegging (duh), mentions of a strap, pathetic men, Asmo owns a collection of dildos, brat taming Belphie and Satan, dom!reader w/ sub!brothers, dom/sub dynamics, sir/ma’am/master, Beel is clueless, spanking (Belphie), biting (Asmo, Beel, Belphie), Levi kinda acts like a hentai protagonist on purpose, READER IS GN. NO PRONOUNS/GENITALIA ARE MENTIONED (only nipples and an ass), and others I may have missed
A/N: it was kinda hard to write the poly scenario, but I have to include it!! That’s my thanggg/ref
🩸 Lucifer
Lucifer would be initially stunned into silence when you first suggest pegging him.
His pride would make him hesitate, but beneath that composed exterior, he's secretly intrigued by the idea of relinquishing control to you.
He'd mask his interest with a raised eyebrow and a questioning gaze, asking "Are you certain this is what you desire?" while already considering the possibilities.
Once he agrees, Lucifer transforms from the commanding demon to a pliant partner.
His moans are low and guttural, completely different from his usual controlled speech.
He grips the sheets beneath him, knuckles turning white as he takes you.
His wings might occasionally flutter involuntarily with particularly deep thrusts, and he maintains eye contact with you, watching you dominate him with an expression of pure worship.
You enter Lucifer's study late one evening, finding him poring over documents as usual. "Lucifer," you begin, heart racing, "I have a proposition for you."
He looks up, crimson eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm listening."
You take a deep breath. "I want to peg you."
The silence stretches for what feels like an eternity. Lucifer sets down his quill, leaning back in his chair. "An... unusual request." He studies you carefully. "But not entirely unwelcome."
Later that night, Lucifer lies on his bed, stripped of his usual formal attire. You've prepared him thoroughly, fingers stretching him open as he pants beneath you. When you finally press the strap against his ass, he arches his back, a choked moan escaping his swollen lips.
"Look at me," you command, and his sharp eyes lock onto yours as you begin to move. Each thrust draws a new sounds from him that he didn’t even know he could make. His hands intertwine with yours, insisting you push deeper as his body trembles with pleasure.
"More," he finally gasps, voice ragged. "Please, my love."
When he finally cums, it's with a cry of your name, his body convulsing around the strap as he spills across his stomach. When he comes down from his high, he pulls you close, kissing you with a newfound intensity. "We must do this again," he murmurs against your lips. "Soon."
🩸 Mammon
Mammon would absolutely freak out when you first suggest pegging him.
His face would turn beet red, and he'd start stammering and waving his hands around. "W-W-Wait a second! The Great Mammon? Ya want to... to me? But that's... that's not..."
Despite his protests, you'd notice the growing bulge in his pants betraying his genuine interest.
He'd eventually agree after you reassure him that it doesn't make him any less masculine or desirable.
Once you get started, Mammon becomes a whining, whimpering mess beneath you. He'd alternate between calling you "sir" or "ma'am" or “master” depending on your preference, his voice cracking with pure ecstasy.
He'd try to maintain some semblance of his ego, but fail miserably as you hit that spot inside him that makes him see stars.
His hands would grip the sheets or whatever they could grab on to, and he'd beg for more despite his embarrassment at enjoying it so much.
You find Mammon counting his grimm in his room when you approach him with your idea. His eyes widen as he accidentally drops a stack of bills. "Eh?! Ya want to do what to me? To The Great Mammon?! I can't let ya... I have to give back!”
"It’s for your pleasure," you say lovingly, and he visibly shudders at your tone.
Later that evening, Mammon lies face down on his bed, trembling slightly as you finger fuck his hole. "Please be gentle," he whispers into the pillow, his voice muffled.
As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he cries out, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh fuck, treasure! Ss’good…”
You begin to move, and Mammon completely loses any remaining composure. "Yes, master/ma’am/sir! Mmmshfuhh ‘s too much!" he babbles, tears streaming down his flushed face as pleasure overwhelms him. His hips push back against you instinctively, seeking more friction.
As he cums, his body trembles as he spills onto the sheets beneath him. Afterward, he buries his face in your neck, embarrassed but satisfied. "Don't tell anyone about this, okay? Especially not my stupid brothers...“
🩸 Leviathan
Levi would completely short-circuit when you suggest pegging him.
His face would turn an impressive shade of purple as he'd start switching between his human and demon forms uncontrollably.
“W-W-W-WHAT?! B-But that's... I-I can't! I mean... I want to! But I can't! You'd think I'm gross and weird and..."
He'd be an absolute mess of contradictions, desperately wanting it but terrified of your judgment.
Levi would be in his demon form almost immediately once you start.
He'd be writhing and whining beneath you, completely overwhelmed by the sensations.
His tail would wrap tightly around your wrist or waist, anchoring himself as you thrust into him.
He'd babble incoherently, focused entirely on the physical sensations. "Ohhh! ‘S shoo deep! Hah…! Please, more! I've never felt anything like this! ‘S sshoo good… can’t.. can't handle it…” He'd probably cry from how good it feels, tears streaming down his face as he begs for more.
You find Levi in his room, surrounded by gaming equipment. When you mention wanting to fuck him, he drops his controller, his eyes widening. "E-Eh?! You want to... to me? But I'm not... you’ll think I’m disgusting and and…!"
"No I won’t, my love. You know I’d never think that about you," you assure him, watching him tremble with anticipation.
Later that night, Levi is already in his demon form by the time you enter his room, his tail twitching nervously. "I-I've never done this before," he stammers, avoiding eye contact.
As you scissor him open, he whines and squirms, already overwhelmed. When you finally enter him, he cries out, his tail immediately wrapping around your waist. "Ohhh! ‘S... ‘s inside me! Mm… can feel it s’ deep! ‘S... ‘s too much!"
You begin to move, and Levi completely loses it. “‘s too much! Feels s’ good! Don't stop! Please don't ever stop! I'll do anything! Just please keep going!
He screams your name as his cocks spew pearly liquids onto the sheets. After, he clings to you, still in demon form, his tail wrapped possessively around your leg. "Can... can we do that again? Soon? Please? I've never felt anything that good in my entire life!"
🩸 Satan
Satan would try to maintain his composure when you first suggest pegging him, but you'd see the flicker of interest in his green eyes.
He'd cross his arms and raise an eyebrow, attempting to appear analytical rather than eager. "An interesting idea," he'd say, though you'd notice him swallowing nervously. "I suppose we could experiment... for research purposes."
He'd never admit how much the idea of relinquishing control excites him.
Once you're inside him, Satan's carefully constructed composure shatters completely.
He'd bury his face in a pillow or his arms to hide his blush and the tears of pleasure gathering in his eyes.
His horns are incredibly sensitive, trembling with each thrust. When you accidentally brush against them, he'd gasp loudly, his body arching involuntarily.
He'd try to muffle his moans but fail miserably, instead letting out choked whimpers that betray how much he's enjoying it.
His tail would wrap around your leg, holding you close as he pushes back against you.
You approach Satan in the library where he's reading. "I have something I want to try with you," you say, watching him carefully.
He looks up from his book, marking his page. "And what might that be?" he asks, though his tail gives away his interest with a slight twitch.
When you explain your desires, Satan's face flushes. "I... suppose we could," he manages, though he avoids eye contact.
Later that night, Satan lies on his bed, face buried in his arms as you prepare him. "Just... be gentle," he mumbles, voice muffled.
As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... that's... different..."
You begin to move, and Satan completely loses his composure. "Please don't stop," he begs, voice muffled by the pillow. "It feels... s’ good..."
His horns tremble with each thrust, and when you accidentally brush against one, he cries out, his body arching. "Right there! Please! Again!"
When you finally touch his horns deliberately while thrusting deep inside him, Satan cums with a choked sob. Afterward, he refuses to look at you, hiding his face in your chest. "Don't tell anyone about this," he whispers.
🩸 Asmodeus
Asmodeus would be absolutely delighted when you suggest pegging him!
His eyes would light up with excitement, and he'd practically bounce on his heels. "Oh, darling! Finally! Someone who appreciates the finer things in life!"
He'd immediately start rifling through his collection, dismissing his usual toys with a flick of his wrist. "No, no, those are far too common for such an occasion with you! We'll need something... special. Something that will make me feel every exquisite inch of you."
Asmo would be a vocal, writhing mess from the moment you start.
He'd push back against you shamelessly, demanding more. "Harder, darling! Don't be shy!"
He'd love it when you grab his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck.
When you bite him, he'd cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his body arching beautifully.
He'd praise you constantly between moans. "Yes! Just like that! Mark me as yours! Show everyone who I belong to!" His demon form might emerge partially, his wings fanning out in ecstasy.
You find Asmo admiring himself in his full-length mirror when you approach him with your idea. He turns to you with a gasp of delight. "Oh, you wicked thing! I knew there was a reason I adored you!"
He immediately leads you to his closet, revealing an impressive collection of toys. "But these simply won't do," he says, dismissing them all. "For you, my love, only this will suffice." He pulls out a large, intricately designed dildo in a deep purple color. "Obsidian carved with pleasure runes. Rare, exquisite, and absolutely divine. Let me know if you ever want to borrow it, you pervert!”
Later that night, Asmo lies on his bed, already writhing in anticipation. "Please, darling, don't make me wait," he begs, his voice breathy.
As you prepare him, he pushes back against your fingers shamelessly. "More! I can take more! I want to feel you stretching me wide open!"
When you finally press the obsidian dildo against his entrance, he cries out, his body arching beautifully. "Oh yes! That's it! Deeper!"
You begin to move, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. "Take it. Fucking take it.”
"Yes! Yes! Use me! Make me yours!" he cries out as you bite his shoulder, hard enough to leave marks.
He cums with a pretty moan you’ve heard spill from his lips before. Afterward, he pulls you close, admiring the bite marks in the mirror. "Darling, that was absolutely divine! We must do this again soon! Perhaps tomorrow? I have a few other rare pieces I think you'd enjoy..."
🩸 Beelzebub
Beel would be completely confused when you first mention pegging.
He'd tilt his head, his expression genuinely puzzled. "Pegging? Is that... a type of food?" Once you explain what it actually is, he'd consider it for a moment before nodding slowly.
"Oh. So... you want to put something inside me? Like... how I put my cock inside you? Okay. If it makes you happy, I'll try it." He'd be completely unfazed by the idea, more curious about whether it would feel good than concerned about any stigma.
Beel would be surprisingly receptive once you start. He'd be vocal about what feels good, his deep voice rumbling with pleasure.
“Oh... that's... nice," he'd moan as you find the right angle.
He'd love it when you praise him, responding with renewed enthusiasm. "Am I being good? Should I move like this?"
He'd be surprisingly responsive to biting, his body arching when you sink your teeth into his shoulder. His large hands would grip your hips or the sheets, holding on tight as he takes you.
You approach Beel while he's snacking in the kitchen. "Beel, I have something I want to try with you," you say, watching him carefully.
He looks up from his food, mouth full. "Is it edible?" he asks, swallowing.
When you explain your desires, Beel considers it for a moment. "Oh. So you want to be inside me? Like how I'm inside you sometimes? Okay. If it makes you happy, I'll try it. But can I eat after? I'm getting hungry."
Later that night, Beel lies on his bed, watching you curiously as you prepare. "Will it feel good?" he asks, his large cock already hardening in anticipation.
As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... that's... different... but good..."
You begin to move, and Beel responds with enthusiasm. "Like this?" he asks, pushing back against you experimentally. "Is this good?"
"You're being so good for me, Beel," you praise, and he beams at your words, his movements becoming more confident.
When you bite his shoulder, he cries out, his body arching. "Oh! That... that feels good too… please do that again.”
As you continue to thrust into him, his large cock leaks against his stomach. "I'm... I'm close," he gasps. "Is it okay if I cum?"
He cums with a deep groan, reddened mushroom tip hitting his toned stomach. Afterward, he pulls you close, nuzzling against your neck. "That was... really good," he admits. "Can we do that again? Maybe after I get a snack?"
🩸 Belphegor
Belphie would be initially unimpressed when you suggest pegging him, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Do I have to move? Can't you just ride me instead?"
He'd pretend to be annoyed, but you'd see the flicker of interest in his violet eyes. "Fine," he'd say with exaggerated reluctance. "But if I fall asleep, it's your fault."
He'd secretly love the idea of you taking control, even if he'd never admit it willingly.
Once you're inside him, Belphie's pushing back against you deliberately, testing your limits.
"Is that all you've got?" he'd taunt, though his voice would betray his arousal.
He'd love it when you punish him: spanking him hard enough to leave marks, yanking his hair, biting his neck until he cries out.
He'd grip his favorite pillow for dear life as you shove his head into the attic bed, his muffled moans of pleasure mixing with his protests. "Harder! Don’t be fucking weak."
You find Belphie napping in the attic when you approach him with your proposition. He cracks open one eye, sighing dramatically. "Do I have to? I'm comfortable here."
“You'll like it," you assure him, and he considers it for a moment before shrugging.
"Fine," he says with exaggerated reluctance. "But this better be worth waking up for."
Later that night, Belphie lies on his side in the attic bed, already gripping his favorite pillow. "Hurry up before I fall asleep," he grumbles.
As you prepare him, he pushes back against your fingers deliberately. "Is that supposed to feel good? Because I'm not impressed."
When you finally enter him, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... okay... that's... not bad..."
You begin to move, and Belphie's bratty attitude emerges full force. "Is that all you've got?" he taunts, pushing back against you. "I've felt better from Solomon’s cooking."
In response, you yank his hair, shoving his face into the mattress as you spank him hard. "Behave," you growl, and he whimpers in response.
"Fuck! Too much!" he cries out as you bite his shoulder, hard enough to leave marks. "Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch!"
He screams in his pillow at the intensity of his orgasm, clenching onto whatever ego he had left. Afterward, he clings to you, his body trembling. "Okay," he admits quietly. "That was... better than I expected. Next time, we need to do it at an earlier time, before my nap."
🩸 Poly!Brothers
When you suggest pegging all seven brothers at once, the reactions are predictably varied.
Lucifer raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the challenge. Mammon flushes bright red but agrees immediately when he realizes the others are participating. Levi short-circuits at the idea but nods enthusiastically. Satan tries to appear composed but can't hide his interest. Asmo squeals with delight, already planning which toys to use. Beel is confused but willing. Belphie pretends to be uninterested but secretly loves the idea.
The brothers work together to prepare you, their hands exploring your body as they get you ready.
Asmo directs them with expert precision, positioning you on your hands and knees with pillows supporting your weight.
“We need to make sure our darling is comfortable before we begin," he says, adjusting your position.
Lucifer kneels before you, his fingers teasing your nipples as Satan and Beel attend to your other needs.
Mammon and Levi position themselves on either side, their hands stroking your skin as Belphie lies beneath you, his breath warm against your most sensitive areas.
As you enter each brother in turn, they respond differently but all with overwhelming pleasure.
Lucifer maintains his composure longest, but even he breaks when you thrust deep inside him, his moans mingling with the others.
Mammon whines and whimpers, calling you "sir/ma'am/master” between gasps.
Levi writhes beneath you, his tail wrapping around your thigh as he begs for more.
Satan hides his face, his horns trembling with pleasure.
Asmo pushes back shamelessly, demanding harder and deeper.
Beel rumbles with satisfaction, his large hands gripping your hips.
Belphie grips his pillow, his muffled moans of pleasure mixing with his protests.
As you move between them, the brothers work together to pleasure you in return.
Hands and mouths explore your body, bringing you to the edge again and again.
When you’re finished, they surround you, their bodies tangled together in a heap of satisfied limbs and contented sighs. "We should do this again," Asmo purrs, and the others murmur their agreement, already anticipating your next encounter.
Up next: 🩸 How They React to You Wanting to Peg Them 🩸 SIDE CHARS VER.
⛓️ ONE PIECE men as types of subs | 18+ kink hcs ❤️🔥
⇢ aka what D/s dynamics make them hooked ♡
⛓️ FEATURED CHARACTERS. ace, buggy, koby, luffy, law, mihawk, sanji, shanks, smoker, sir crocodile, zoro
pairing: sub!OP men x dom!reader (but each scenario is completely different 😏)
💋 CONTENT. d/s dynamics but adjusted to the pirate world, pet play, brat taming, bondage, medical & impact play, service subbing ⚠️ WARNINGS: mdni, law’s hc = pain play so avoid it if you don’t like hard subs, for those uncomfortable w/ feminization skip the buggy part, pregnancy kink in mihawk’s scenario, if you’re new to this and prefer it sweet & comfy: ace’ gentle femdom hc is for you.
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thinking about overstimulating re2 leon…
hand pumping up and down his soaked cock, agonisingly slow, watching his brows pinch together as his hips buck — overwhelmed, choked gasps heaving from him as he tried to determine whether he wants to escape your grasp, or melt further into it.
and he’s being so naughty. you’d already told him to keep his cute eyes on you, watch how pathetic and weepy his dick gets for you. but those blown eyes just keep rolling deep into his skull, fluttering shut as he loses himself completely in your hold.
but you don’t scold him, not really. you give him an odd pinch to his thigh, a tap on his knee, a little “eyes on me, pretty..” to bring him back to, but it’s only a matter of seconds ‘til he’s forgetting again.
and you can’t even get mad. not when he’s whimpering like a dog, hands clutching the sheets so hard that the veins in his forearms bulge deliciously. not when he’s whining your name like a mantra.
“baby— baby, fuh— please, m’empty. s’all gone!! i can’t— fuck. can’t cum anymore baby, please! ohhh…” and “goddd, it hurts, pretty… hurts so good… shit! haaa… m’close again, i can’t take it— pleasepleaseplease— oh, don’t stop—”
really, you’re not to blame here.
and when your hand speeds up, the lewd squelching of your palm and his drenched cock sliding in your grip filling the room, his moans dying out as he just opens his mouth in a silent scream, eyes clenched shut, you feel your soul is at peace. right where you need to be.
and when he cums, it’s not like the first time. that was a truckload — not as subtle as it is now. but you know your leon. you know when he arches his back like a cat in heat, when he cries out with a wrecked voice that drags longer than any of his shallower noises, when one hand lets go of the sheets to slam against the headboard. you know when he cums. that, combined with one sad, yet significant, spurt of his spend that joins the rest that’s cooled on his abdomen.
“well done, baby, you did so good for me…” you whisper, slowing your movements. his hips twitch with the aftershocks. you’d think he’d be used to them by now. he sighs, whimpering uncomfortably, desperately, thinking you’re going to continue.
and you’d rest your hand at his base, moving forward. tongue darting out and licking his seed from his stomach, relishing in the goosebumps that emerge in your wake. insides clenching at the hitch in his breath, the twitch in his fingers.
and when you’d licked him clean, you’d let go of him, letting his softened cock rest against his thigh. moving up to kiss his cheek softly, whispering such sweet praise into his ear.
and him looking up at you like you’d hung the stars, bottom lips out in a little pout, eyes glossy with long, damp eyelashes. his drool-coated lips moving to question if he did good, good for you, and you assuring him with a sweet kiss.
and when he reaches for you hand, tentatively guiding you back to that sweet spot between his legs, barely recovered and ready to go again — you smile at him, kissing his temple.
and when he sniffles and asks if you can use your mouth this time, you can only feel your grin grow wider. intentions grow wicked. and as you shuffle back down to your rightful place, watching him deflate back into the mattress, preparing himself, you know that in this moment, he’s yours.
I need a ficlet of Franco being slapped around and stepped on, maybe also spat on.
I just want yo make him whimper and beg -w-
Summary: You just wanted your wedding day to look perfect and with the perfect wedding means the perfect flowers…
WC: 600+
Windows cast ribbons of color across the aisle, rows upon rows of handcrafted pews stood in perfect formation, and at the far end, a grand stage awaited for you to walk up and marry the man of your devotion.
But your head tilted at the flowers hanging from the cathedral’s high arches. Peonies and hydrangeas.
“Franco,” you called sweetly.
He hurried to your side, all smiles and laughter. “What is it, Tesoro?” He slid his hands around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, gazing up at you like you were the sun itself.
“Oh, well, I was just admiring the beauty of the church—”
“Lovely, ain’t she?” he said, beaming. “My father was married here more than a few times. A real special place. Wanted it to be the place I got married at—”
“Yes,” you cut in sharply, then softened it with a smile. “I agree it’s lovely, but, aha… what’s that?” You pointed upward.
Franco lifted his head. “The flowers? That’s what the wedding planner recommended—”
Your hand cracked across his face before he could finish. The sound echoed through the church, freezing every mafia member and planner in their tracks. Franco didn’t even have time to look surprised before you seized his cheeks and forced him to meet your eyes.
“It was supposed to be lilies and irises.” You batted your lashes, voice sweet as venom, while your grip tightened. He sank lower, your hand guiding him down. “I told you specifically, I wanted this weddin’ to look perfect. And now—” your smile faltered, eyes narrowing, “now you’re trying to make a fool of me? on my own day?”
Franco shook his head frantically, muttering broken apologies, his hand trembling against your wrist.
You dug your heel into his crotch.
He gasped as the sharp point pressed cruelly into his sack. His hands scrambled for your leg, clutching it as you leaned down, your breath brushing against his face.
“I want this wedding to be perfect.” you snarled, grinding your heel deeper. “I want to sing”, you pressed harder,“I want to dance.” You leaned forward until he was flat on his back, eyes wide and glistening as he looked up at you. “And I want our guests to feel every bit of wonder and magic when they arrive because that’s what our love should look like!” Your heel came down hard against his crotch.
Franco’s head snapped back, a strangled moan tearing from his throat as his grip tightened around your ankle. He could feel the tip of his cock soiling his trousers.
“Not—whatever that shit is!” You jabbed a finger toward the flowers overhead.
You take your leg back and step forward, both heels pressed into his chest, pinning him to the marble floor. Yet he still clung to your calves, grounding you, trembling beneath you while he made sure you wouldn’t wobble off.
“So,” you asked coolly, “what kind of flowers are we getting tomorrow?”
“L–Lilies and irises,” he wheezed.
You didn’t say anything but stepped to either side of his body, crouched, and grabbed the front of his suit, hauling him upright. You inhaled deeply then spat right in his face. Franco flinched, eyes squeezing shut as the spit slid down his cheek.
“Don’t make any more mistakes, ya’ got that?”
“O–okay…”
Your brow arched.
He stiffened instantly. “I–I mean yes… yes, mommy. I won’t make any more mistakes.” His head bowed, shame and arousal warring across his face.
You patted his cheek with a sharp slap and smiled. “Good boy.” You kiss his other cheek, leaving a wet kiss just to even it out.
Standing tall, you brushed the imaginary dirt off your dress, turned, and strode down the aisle. The church doors creaked open, sunlight flooding the space as you exited. Franco sat up slowly, red-faced, breath heavy, wiping the spit from his skin. The eyes of everyone in the room were on him.
“What?!” he barked, glaring around. “You’ve never been married before?!”
At once, they looked away, pretending to busy themselves with the decorations.
- ON A LEASH
pairing: 18+ smut sub loser house-husband clark kent x mean wife reader (they love each other i promise) warnings: uhhh idk sex, mean reader degrading and punishing subby clark , not proofread i never cared wc: 2.5k a/n: finally finished this !!! thanks anon for this idea , and also this super sexy pic of mia goth and alexander skarsgard that slightly inspired this. as always, pls like and reblog, send reqs, and constructive criticism is always welcome !!!
if clark strived to be anything, it was to be a good husband. the moment he met you, he knew that this was his purpose, to be subservient under someone he loved. maybe it was some sorta psychological thing, some loose screw produced by the unorthodox way he lives and was raised, but he knew one thing to be true: he craved submission.
it was ironic, given… well, everything about him. he was tall, buff, handsome, strong, super-powered—quite literally hailed the “man of steel”—but when the suit was off, he just wanted to give it all away. of course, when he met you—a woman of an opposite need, a need to control and humiliate seemingly every person you run into—he was head over heels.
he quit his job at the planet, learned how to cook, learned how to clean, all within one month of dating you, because he knew this was his purpose, superman stuff aside. seeing you happy because of him, or at least satisfied, was his sun. sure, his dignity and feelings were at the expense of said satisfaction, but that was something he was entirely comfortable in giving up.
If you want requests!! I honestly would love to see what your artistic interpretation is on Isaac's (? P1) day to day life looks like.. what does this guy get up to
I tried, it's like it's him talking about himself on his diary and some stuff he does and observations he makes, i hope u like it, at least enjoy the art ;-;
(i got really excited when i read this request because
1) is a request (plz everyone send more stuff u would like me to draw)
2) i loved the idea soo much!!!!!!!!!! AAAA)
(Sorry for any spelling mistakes, missing letters or stuff just not making sense at all, my brain doesnt work that well sometimes (isaac kinnie/hj) and it's also pretty late rn, i get really insecure writing)
hiii!! i love how you write! i was wondering if i could please ask for a drabble with all the demon brothers (Obey Me) with a fem!reader (or gn! whatever your prefer) who fuck her whenever she asks? no commanding is needed. Anytime, anywhere in the house of lamination, not matter what they're doing, they're at her service. thank you in advance!!
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Horny? Not a problem, you’ve got 7 demon brothers who are happy to help! (nsfw) (f!reader)
When the demon brothers were told a human would be staying with them for the new exchange program, they were prepared for a lot of things.
Fearing them, being angry with them for keeping you here, or even avoiding them at all costs were likely scenarios. What they weren’t prepared for was your sex drive.
It was like a switch was flipped when you got comfortable and close with them. All of a sudden, the big scary Avatars of Sin became glorified toys for their favourite human.
Not that they minded, of course. They were at your beck and call! You didn’t even need to ask, you could just look at them with that needy expression and they would drop everything.
Like when you slip into Lucifer’s room while he’s doing some late night reports, walking up behind him and trailing your hands over his chest until he bends you over his desk and fucks you dumb.
Afterwards he would keep you sat in his lap, laying against his chest with a satisfied smile while he continues his work on his now drool and tear stained documents like nothing happened.
Or making Mammon pull over to some random clearing while you’re driving to the beach so he can pull your bathing suit bottoms to the side and fuck you in the backseat.
Maybe even dragging him away from his poker game to have him fuck you in the vip lounge of the casino, nails clawing at the expensive couch while he has you face-down ass-up and moans something about you being ‘his good luck charm’.
And back home when Levis gaming and you plop down onto his lap, pulling his pants down and his cock out. His hands are shaky and he keeps clicking the wrong thing, plus he’s redone the same level 5 times now because he can’t focus, but he would never deny you.
Interrupting Satan while he’s reading so he can bury his face in something other than a book. Since you’re so generous, you even try reading to him while he eats you out! Though more moans are coming out than words..
Going into Asmo’s room while he’s taking a bath and asking to join. The water and rose petals are quickly splashing out of the tub with the force of his thrusts when he sees that you’re already wet before even getting into the water. (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
Joining Beel in his late night kitchen raids and teasing him so that he’ll pick you up and sit you on the counter, eating you out until his actual food is long forgotten.
Or getting desperate and asking him to go home so you can fuck while at a fancy restaurant, but instead he just fingers you under the table while casually discussing the biggest meal option with the waiter like you’re not fighting to keep quiet.
Then there’s Belphie who sees you having wet dreams of him while you’re cuddling and lifts your thigh to slip inside you, making your dreams come true like the caring boyfriend he is. ❤︎
a/n: thank you sm for enjoying my writing! and nonnie you match my freak cause I love this idea, hope you love this as much as I loved writing it! pt. 2

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Mike Schmidt x gender-neutral reader
2.8k words
Tags: 18+, no use of y/n, smut, porn with plot, extremely unrealistic scenario but it's funny, mike is a horny bastard & a sub, handjob (mike receiving), post-movie, mike's POV!
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Mike can't even remember the last time he went to the dentist.
you’re not a ghost, you’re in my head
pairing: johnny silverhand x fem! reader
words: 3.8k
cw/tw: reader is technically v but is not referred to as “v”, reader has a specific canon tattoo and pubic hair, canon typical slang, canon typical cigarette use by johnny, fingering with a metal hand (f → receiving), unprotected sex, light scent/armpit kink, light angst, cyberpunk 2077 spoilers
— “Johnny, the fuck do you think y—“
“Relax, kid,” his voice comes out in a gritty rumble by your ear as his fingers come down to replace yours on your clit, “You and I are just gonna have a little fun.” —