#top and bottom

[hotwings-incorrect-quotes]

toga: we’re back from shopping! jin, how do you like my new top?

twice: it looks really cute! TOO PINK!

hawks: *in his new hideous gucci shirt* oh, oh, how do you like my top?

twice: *looking at dabi through hawks’ shoulder*

dabi: *shows middle finger on fire*

twice: well, he’s pretty hot. AND MEAN!

toga: *giggles*

hawks: wait... what?

[justmeeeehiii]

Care for me

You decide to do your girlfriend a little favor by buying new lingerie and surprising her…

Warnings: (slight)SMUT!! lactating, sex, fingering (r receiving), cunnulingus (r receiving), mommy!billie, sub!reader, fem!reader, top!billie, I didn’t proof read… lol…, this is my first ever post… have mercy on me!

Word count: 1315 words

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It was a sunny day, the Californian sun having no mercy on the citizens.

You were at Billie’s and yours shared house, tanning by the pool, shirtless, of course.

Just how Billie liked it.

But Billie wasn’t here, she was working with her brother Finneas, trying to come up with a new song for her album “Hit me hard and soft”.

It was a lonely day, you did some chores, started a new painting, played with shark, but it just wasn’t the same without your beloved girlfriend.

On days like these, Billie would usually stay in the studio until sunrise, working hard.

You didn’t mind, you never did.

You love the work she does, it’s always amazing to listen to a new song, watch her edit it, cut it, come up with a cover for the album.

You loved that about her, her creative mind.

She was just as creative in bed…

You and Claudia decided to go shopping, get some new lingerie for your partners to fuck you in.

“Hey, Clauds? Do you like this?”

you asked her, waiting to for an answer.

You held up a black, Lacey lingerie-Set, dazzled with some sparks, but not too much, just how you liked it.

“Oh, Billie is going to freak out when she sees you in this!”

You bought the set after Claudia’s respond, excited to wear it for Billie tonight.

After you got home, you fed shark and got ready for bed, putting on the new lingerie, of course.

It was late, 2 am, to be exact, and Billie wasn’t home yet.

Just as you were wondering if you should call her, you heard the door open and close.

You decided to wait in your shared bedroom for Billie, sitting in bed with your legs crossed.

“Ugh, I had the worst fucking day of my life, today!”

Billie complained, not even looking at you, as she came through your bedroom door.

She angrily threw her bag on the floor and stripped just as aggressively.

“I can’t come up with one god damn song! And my manager keeps fucking things up! I told him to order confetti for the tour and he forgot! And then, he just tells me that it can’t be delivered till next May?! Dude, I’m going on tour in a few MONTHS, I don’t know what to do, I’m just so stressed….”

You listened to her complain, not saying anything and waiting for her to turn around.

“Hey mama, are you good, you haven’t said anythi-“

As Billie turned around, she stopped mid sentence, taking in your beauty.

It was like she was struck by lighting, trying to gather herself.

“Hi Billie…”

You sheepishly said, turning a little red when you saw Billie looking you up and down, stopping at your breasts.

“Hi, mama… what’s this for?”

“I went shopping with Claudia today, bought some new lingerie… do you like it?”

You asked her, knowing that she definitely did like it.

Billie crawled into bed, giving you a long, passionate kiss and deepening it by holding the back of your neck.

“Fuck, you look amazing…” she husked out breathlessly.

“I bought it just for you… I can relieve some of that stress you’ve got…”

Billie was getting wetter and hornier by the second, feeling like a hungry animal being teased with a perfect steak.

“Oh, I would love that…”

She replied taking off her bra, as she had already removed her clothes while complaining earlier.

Just as you were about to say something, she cut you off by kissing you.

She kissed your lips, then your neck, then wondered down to your panties, taking them off with her teeth.

She breathed in sharply, already wet for her.

“You’re so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you properly” Billie chuckled, while taking off your panties and shoving them in your mouth.

“If you keep quiet, I’ll reward you… if you don’t… well.. you know the drill.”

She was talking about your casual punishment, a spanking.

You secretly loved getting spanked by her, being bent over her lap, begging for mercy, being dominated by the only person who could make you feel this way…

Just as you were daydreaming about getting spanked, you felt Billie’s tongue on your clit.

Circling it clockwise, exactly how you linked it.

You let out a soft moan and a sigh, griping Billie’s hair.

Not being able to talk through the panties stuffed in your mouth, your moan came out muffled.

“Billie…”

“Shhh, didn’t I tell you to be quiet? Be a good girl for mommy…”

Billie’s dirty talking had no mercy on you, your wetness only growing with her words.

Billie continued licking, sucking and biting your clit, stimulating it just enough for you to get turned on but not enough to cum.

She thrusted two of her fingers inside you and you let out a long, lustful moan.

Billie was good at this, really good.

She knew when to speed up and when to stop to tease you and deny you of pleasure.

As she continued thrusting her finders in and out of you, you arched your back, gripping the white sheets under you.

Your moans got louder, and Billie’s finders faster.

“Come on baby, cum. Cum in mommy’s fingers…”

Were the last words you heard before reaching your climax, breaking completely underneath Billie.

Coming down from your high, Billie removed the panties from your mouth and replaced them with her two fingers, making you taste yourself.

“Suck.” She commanded, and you obeyed.

“Good girl, you did so good…” Billie whispered in your ear softly, biting your earlobe and placing a kiss on the small area behind your earlobe.

You were exhausted, obviously.

Having sex with Billie was one of the best but at the some time the most tiring things, and she knew that.

She knew that you loved aftercare afterwards, being babied by her.

She got up, leaving you all alone on the low cold bed and you complained by groaning.

“Billie, come back…”

“I’ll be right there baby, just hold on a sec.”

She replied from the bathroom.

Coming back, you saw that she has a bowl and a cloth in her hand.

She gently parted your legs, exposing your pussy to the cold air and started cleaning you up with the wet cloth.

You didn’t like the cold air hitting your warm, glistening pussy, so you whined, just like you always would.

“Shh I know, I know sweet girl, but mommy has to clean you up.”

After finishing cleaning you up, she placed a little kiss on your sensitive clit, making you jump.

Chuckling, she set the bowl and washcloth aside and gently placed you in her lap, holding you like moms hold their newborns.

Looking into your big eyes, she caressed your face, getting a few strands of hair out of the way.

“I’m so proud of you, sweet girl.

You know how to satisfy mommy,

you did a great job.

My sweet, sweet baby.”

She told you, making you feel validated.

You felt your eyelids get heavier and Billie noticed, placing a boob in your mouth, she nursed you.

It comforted you, having skin to skin with your girlfriend and lactating, feeling my the warm milk fill your mouth.

Billie wasn’t pregnant, no.

But after she found out you had a little thing for her boobs and nursing, she started taking pills to make her milk flow.

The things your mommy does for you…

Billie hummed a little melody, rocking you from side to side, helping you fall asleep.

“Sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

After that, you peacefully fell asleep in your girlfriend’s arms, wondering you deserved to be loved like this.

[zzoro-yaa]

𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙥 ❤

[mothsaresc4ry]

Enid and Yoko had a sleepover at Enid's dorm

Enid looking through her clothes: have you seen my top?

Yoko not even 0.5 seconds later: Wednesday's in the bathroom right now

Enid:

Wednesday peeking out of the bathroom: this is the first time I'm actually agreeing with something you say, leech

I actually believe that they'd both be switches, but I thought this situation would be funny :')

[cuntydollette]

the three types of men women like

nerdy boys that want us to take care of them and talk about all their little interests

masked men or men in uniform who are protective and don't let us leave their sight

older men who will take care of our every need and are in charge

so yummy anyway ~

xoxo 💋

[multi-stays]

Minsung Headcanon

~A Good Suck Before We Fuck~

Paring: Top!Han X Bottom!FTMLeeKnow

Genre: Smut / 18+ MDNI

When looking at them together, you'd think Han would be submissive during sex or just play in general but actually it's Lee Know.

Lee know loves being bottom especially if he's a whiney mess at the end.

It typically starts when Han sees Lee Know lying peacefully in bed. Whether he's watching TV or reading a book it doesn't matter cause he’ll take his attention away.

When he flops down beside him on the bed Lee Know instantly puts down whatever he's doing like a light switch.

Han’s favorite place to be is attached to one of Lee Know’s breasts. Lee Know has always felt comfortable showing his body to Han like it was an unspoken rule.

Lee Know’s favorite thing is having his tits toyed with till he's whining and begging for him to go lower. Whilst he despised them being so big he loved watching Han’s eyes light up when he has seen them.

Han is always super careful when he takes Lee Know’s bra/binder off so he doesn't hurt him for any reason and makes sure the temperature in the room isn't too cold so his nipples don't go hard, making Lee Know uncomfortable.

When he's in, he's in—diving between his tits to lick and suck the thick sweaty skin there. Only after Lee Know’s entirely covered in his wet kisses will he move to another section.

The veins that run along Lee Know’s boobs and end at his nipples make Han go wild. It shows him just how thin and delicate the skin there is.

With each kiss, Lee Know is bucking his hips into Han trying to get friction to his pulsing cunt.

The strength that Han finds when pushing him down by his thigh into the bed always surprises Lee Know and makes him want to try harder.

Lee Know’s small pats to Han’s head comforts both of them during the whole ordeal.

For Han, it's reassuring. Even though he's fully in control and loves it, his lover patting his head and telling him, “You're a good boy,” boosts his ego immensely.

For Lee Know, playing with Han’s soft hair is a way to give his hands a job. Squirming underneath him with nowhere to put his hands feels awkward and seeming he likes playing with Han’s hair when he's not sucking his nipple it only feels natural.

The simple pats and his finger running through Han’s silky hair turn into small pushes without Lee Know even realizing it.

His cunt pulses and leaks the clearest slick making his puss a glazed mess.

By the time Han does reach his sex there's a pool beneath him and a dark wet spot on his underwear. Dark blue quickly became one of Han’s favorite colors.

When Han tells Lee Know he's handsome or that his body is perfect, letting the praise easily fall out of his mouth as he comes up for air (merely centimeters away from his skin) it makes the sinful act feel so loving.

Even when Han’s lips are sucking on Lee Know’s clit or his tongue is fucking his hole, he always has a hand on his boobs.

He’ll circle his finger covered in his spit or Lee Know’s cum around his tender bud as an extra way of getting him to orgasm.

Han and Lee Know have had sex so many times, that they were forced to get a dorm together to not bother any of the other members.

With easy access, Han became familiarized with Lee Know’s body and knew what he wanted when he wanted it/how to make him feel comfortable being naked.

During the highest point in Lee Know’s orgasm, Han’s face is so buried between his legs, and his tongue so deep within that he physically can not breathe.

To Han feeling his hot pulsing skin against his nose, lips, and tongue is so addicting. Especially if more cum cums out as he finishes.

After Lee Know orgasms, Han always kisses him slowly with his face covered in Lee Know juice. Han would prefer to clean himself up before doing so but Lee Know won't wait and drags him by the collar of his loose t-shirt if denied.

[otakuminami]

Person A, with their full chest: I AM A TOP!

Person B: I let you ride me after the fifth round while your thighs tremble and you keep gasping “I can’t” as I encourage you to come untouch for me again.

[jasprboi]

Alright say it with me now..

“Just because one of them is short! Doesn’t make them the bottom!!”

[most-average-saint-motel-fan]

[zzoro-yaa]

'the energy' never dies.

🔞

[nananya-x]

I am once again addicted to drarry fanfictions! Do you have any good recommendations? At the moment I'm mainly looking for Bottom Draco fics. Enemies to lovers would be great, but it's not a must. 8th year or post war maybe.

pls tell me 🦁🐍

[iftadwascool]

[aoelustious]

It is, perhaps, one of the greatest intellectual tragedies of modern fandom discourse that preference has become confused with perversion. Specifically: the preference for fixed top/bottom dynamics in fictional ships—a practice that, until recently, was considered a harmless, even charming quirk of reader taste—has now been rebranded by certain online moralists as “fetishization of gay men.”

Darling. Sweetheart. Babygirl. Let’s slow down.

When a reader says, “I like Character A as top and Character B as bottom,” they are not standing in judgment of real-life gay men. They are not declaring that queer relationships must follow these dynamics in the real world. What they are doing—brace yourself—is engaging with fiction. They are reading these imaginary characters as symbols, as constructions of narrative, personality, and emotional tension. The top/bottom distinction, in fanfiction, is not solely a matter of anatomy. It is a vessel for power exchange, for trust, for vulnerability, for control. It is no more a literal reflection of gay male sexuality than a vampire AU reflects real-life dietary habits.

This is not radical. This is not new. Literary theory has understood for decades that the reader brings their own meaning to the text; that fiction operates through metaphor and symbol; that sex in fiction rarely means “sex” in the clinical sense, but rather enacts dynamics of fear, longing, danger, healing, surrender. The top/bottom roles are storytelling devices—like the mask in theatre, like the sword in epic poetry, like the broken glass in film noir.

But no. According to the new purity standard, preferring fixed dynamics in fanworks is no longer a matter of taste or narrative coherence. It is fetishization. How curious, that this concern only seems to arise when women—particularly queer women—express a fondness for symbolic, emotionally loaded dynamics in their reading material. How strange that nobody accuses Martin Scorsese of “fetishizing” male violence for repeatedly using mob boss dynamics in his films. But a fanfiction writer says “bottom B only please” and suddenly the alarms of moral panic ring out.

Let’s be honest. This is not about ethics. It’s about control. The idea that switching is the only healthy option—that all dynamics must be fluid, or else they are oppressive—is its own form of prescriptivism, its own quiet demand that your fantasy must match someone else’s comfort zone. Never mind that the entire purpose of fiction is to let the mind play freely, to explore structures of desire, danger, hierarchy, power—in ways reality never allows.

So no, sweetheart. Preferring a fixed top/bottom dynamic is not a crime. It is not a moral failing. It is an act of literary engagement. Of taste. Of symbolic imagination.

And until someone can prove that real gay men are being harmed because a stranger on AO3 likes their fictional warlord to always top, I will be here—reading my fixed-dynamic fics in peace. Without shame. Without guilt. Without your tired little thinkpieces wagging their moral finger in the tags.

Thanks for your concern, darling. But some of us still read fiction like fiction.

[py-dreamer]

just a sh!tpost and I was curious

I noticed in fics, I see more mac being bottom but personally I see them being switches