#top/bottom dynamics

[sorrygotthesesacks]

No matter how much I filter out certain ships, somehow they show up if I check other ship tags. Shouldn’t it filter them anyway? Like the filtering supersedes what I’m looking for as a “hey, heads up, here there be NoTPs — you’ve been warned.”

On a totally totally unrelated note… I don’t understand how anyone can look at Silver and think “oh yeah, he’s totally a bottom.”

[oobbbear]

I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times

Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use

[thegnomelord]

Lads listen

Daddy sub Price

Daddy sub price who pushes you against the desk and breathes out against your lips how much daddy missed his boy and his boy's pretty cock, then begging you to let daddy help his boy relax as he goes to his knees.

Daddy Sub Price who will happily bounce on your cock when you're too tired to have sex, whispering in your ear how good you are for daddy and to just let him take care of you. He will make you cum so many times you pass out, unable to tell between being awake and asleep with his warm cum filled hole clinging to your cock and his rumbling voice moaning about how good you are for daddy.

Daddy Sub price but he's drooling around your cock and every breath he's able to take he spends it on begging you to use daddy's throat harder, he can take it, you earned a nice reward and he wants to spoil his boy rotten.

Daddy Sub Price who never corrects the kinksters when they assume he's the Dom in your relationship, even goes so far as to agree and hold you close when he says so, because the look you give him and the way you pound him in the nearest storage closet is so worth it.

Daddy Sub Price in the leather harness and assless black leather chaps.

Daddy Sub Price in a leather harness and assless chaps with a riding crop. But the crop is for his boy to spank his ass with when he gets too loud because the sight of him in those leathers are for your eyes only.

Daddy Sub Price wants to feel more of the sting of the riding crop on his skin so he shaved his ass. And you lament the loss of all that hair, going to show him how daddy's boy wants to be treated.

God his ass is pretty all red, not from spanking him no, because good daddy's don't shave - but because you're groping his cheeks so damn hard, spreading and gripping ass so you can eat him out. You found some sort of lube that left him all sensitive and tingly, each scrape of your tongue on his hole or balls like a miniature orgasm that's not enough, leaving him shaking and leaking like a busted tap as he tries to tell you daddy learned his lesson; but you don't stop until he's so deep in subspace all he can do is drool into the pillows and moan about how good his boy is

Just. . . Just Daddy Sub Price

[graytodd]

I'm back with a new comic, my first Dickjay Omegaverse AU, and I do hope you gonna enjoy it ~!🙏💛

{plot} Bats are working on a case of Omega trafficking; Red Hood's an Omega and he’s been on suppressants since he came back from the Pit (refusing to be the only Omega in the pack) and overdoses – Nightwing comes to rescue. This comic's from Dick pov ~!

💬 I've made a slight change about Omega's heat, as being more likely to mate than just being horny (and usually Alphas take advantage of that, anyway), during the heat Jason gets very frightened and loses his voice.

{continue...}

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Fellow tops out there. Anyone else get the need to just completely envelop their bottom? Just go completely primal and wrap as much of yourself around them as you bury your strap/cock as deep into them as possible. As much skin contact as is physically possible as you thrust deeper and deeper. Where the only way closer you could get is if your bodies melted together, and even then you'd keep fucking them in a state of pure carnal bliss. Where you stop being you, you are simply a top, put there to lose yourself in your bottom, and for them to lose themselves in you. To keep them so close it almost hurts as you cum, pumping every last bit of your very being into them. Holding them there for what feels like an eternity after because they are yours and you are theirs, and in that brief yet beautiful moment, you are one. Anyone? No? Just me?

[matronofdaggers]

I'm glad the majority of the fandom agrees Mizrak being the bottom. They see the vision and the world is finally healing. Feminine tops and beefy bottoms are finally winning and eating good 😤

[thatoneautisticshark]

A/B/O ghost price.

This was supposed to be small.. it is now 1753 words.

Content warnings- A/B/O, slight mention of SA,

John knew Simon, and he knew he was struggling. A rut knocked the shit out of any alpha, even with release. A rut clouded the brain, and it hurt to not get release.

So John couldn't imagine Simons pain.

Simon who refused to find an omega. John knew he wasn't the type to settle down. But in the 6 years they had known eachother Simon had never once been with an omega.

John understood not wanting to be with someone in the military. It could complicate things. But Simon wouldn't even pick someone up from a bar, or even hire a worker!

John couldn't stand watching the pain he was in every 4ish months, he had even offered to pay for a worker, do all the explanation so Simon wouldn't have to do a thing and still get release.

But no.

Simon adamantly refused anything. So John had to settle, for bringing food and water, as well as cold face clothes to try and help however he could.

Today was no different. Simon's blasted rut was back, and the omega was forced to watch the man he cared for so so deeply, practically writhing in pain on the bed, tears in his eyes, face flushed and red, in such immense pain.

He sat beside the other man, gently wiping the sweat off his face, watching Simons breath heave. “Simon, please. You are in so much pain.”

Simon cut him off without even letting him finish, growling in frustration “No. Not… not fucking happening” He panted out.

Price groaned. “Riley! I ..I will cover the cost…. I'll deal with everything. Please! I can't stand you in so much pain”

Simon stubbornly shook his head. “No! I'm not …. I can't…”

Can't?

Price paused, and threaded a hand into the alphas hair. “Why not love? Tell me… please” Price borderline begged. If he could find out the issue, he could help.

Simon tensed “It…. I.. can't risk… hurting an omega… I .. I can't be like him” He shook his head repeatedly before burying his face back in the pillows, whole body still shaking in pain.

Price paused at that, staring at the other. That changed things. If it was a fear of hurting or taking advantage of an Omega in his rut, just sleeping with a rando would probably be worse.

Simon would need someone he trusted could hold their own, stop him if he went too far.

“Do me then.”

Simon blanched “Fucking what?? You… I… huh?”

Price repeated it, voice calm and measured “Do me then. You know I can fight back, and I'll stop you if you hurt me.”

The other almost looked like he was considering it for a minute before shaking his head again. “No… no …I…I…can't… I can't…. I could hurt you… or… be to harsh topping”

The omega didn't even think about his next words. “Then I'll peg you.”

Ghost coughed, whipping round to stare at Price his eyes wide and already flushed face turning yet more pink. “HUH?!?”

Price sat still for a moment, internally cursing his smart mouth, why did he say that? But the fact remained that Simon hadn't immediately said no.

So Price may as well give it a shot. “I'll peg you. I trust you wouldn't hurt me anyways, but you can't do anything if you are being pegged. And then at the end you can knot me, me still topping. No harm done. Or if even the idea of actually knotting me is a no, I have toys, okay?”

Price chewed on the inside of his lip, as Simon sat there wide eyed. He'd either get a no, or be told to fuck off. He should have kept his mouth shut but he was too deep to back out now.

Simon let out a shakey exhale before very very quietly murmering “Okay.”

Price exhaled loudly in a mix of relief and disbelief. Simon had agreed. He could help.

“Okay… okay yeah. How about..” he hummed softly thinking “I get you off a few times … then knotting? Get most of it out of your system before the knot. Sure it won't fix the whole problem, but it'll let you rest for a while afterwards yeah?”

Simon nodded silently, leaning his head against the omegas thigh, and Price couldn't help himself, he ran his fingers through the sweaty greasy locks.

He couldn't believe Simon was actually letting him help. It was absurd, he really never thought he would be fucking an Alpha to help their rut.

But here he was.

Price swung a leg over those beefy thighs, sitting on the Alphas hips, the musk and scent of an alpha in heat really knocking his senses now.

There was no resistance when he pulled Simons shirt off, pants following.

And fuck that looked painful.

Simons prick was swollen and red, clearly aching for relief, and price was taken aback by how strong the alpha musk was. Simon stank, but god was it getting the omega hormones going in Prices mind.

“Fuck Si” he breathed, stroking the swollen dick, watching the taller man writh, burying his face in the pillows.

It was barely a minute before the alpha came for the first time, growling loudly, mixed with a whine as he came all over Prices hand, wound so tight.

“Fuck Simon. That's it, good boy, yeah? Being good for me. Bet that feels so nice” Price didn't really know where the words he was spewing were coming from.

If he was to be saying anything like that to any other alpha he'd probably get his face torn off. But this was Simon.

Simon who was still so unsure and obviously had trauma around this. So if the encouragement was helping, Price wasn't going to stop, traditional roles be damned.

The alpha was already trembling, pink in the face, and hiding it in a pillow. Price knew he was struggling with this, but he made no sign he wanted it to stop, and his thick cock was sitting hard, warm and heavy in Prices hand.

Price used two fingers to scoop some of the cum up, using it to help give his hand an easier slide. “That's it baby, just let go, yeah?”

The man below him honest to god whined, and Price felt his own dick twitch with interest, as he trailed a hand down to the others arse, gently squeezing.

The low gutteral groan that action earnt him was impressive.

Price slicked up his fingers with the cum, slowly pushing one past the tight ring of muscle, waiting to check if the reaction was negative.

It was far from negative, he decided as his hand got covered with a second coating of cum.

The whines coming from the alpha below him sounded more fitting of an omega. He was whining and keening.

Taking Prices fingers like a pro as he bucked his hips. Surely he was prepared enough to take Price. The captain finally, finally took his own dick out of his pants, moaning at the feeling of finally getting some stimulation himself.

And god. His dick slid right in.

Simons head fell back against the pillows. “Oh…. oh fuck… fuck… fuck… P-Price…. Sir”

Prices hand automatically soothed Simon's thigh. Rubbing it firmly. “Shh. Relax darling boy, being so good. Taking it so well yeah? This is gonna feel so good baby”

Simon's hand blindly fumbles with one of Price's hands, and right when Price is about to question it Simon successfully interlocks their hands.

And somehow that felt so much more intimate. Not only was he fucking Simon. But Simon was holding his hand. He has seeked it for comfort.

Price slowly began rolling his hips, loving the emotions and complete love and lust playing out on the other's face.

The way his eyes rolled back, the way his nose scrunched cutely on every good thrust. And fuck, Price was in love with this man.

Everything about him, he could watch the alphas face for hours and never get bored.

He hadn't particularly noticed his trusts were picking up until he heard Simon. “Oh fuck! Ah… ahh… P-Price… I'm gonna …”

The man below him tensed before cumming again, the amount of cum on the sheets and the both of them obscene at this point. Even for a rut.

As much as Price wanted to keep fucking into that lovely heat. He forced himself to pull out, sitting back on Simons hips.

“Let's get the knotting done, yeah? Get you properly relieved love”

Simon tensed making eye contact for the first time since they started. “I .. uh… I”

Price glanced at Simon, pressing a kiss to his nose, “You're okay love. I promise you won't hurt me"

The alpha relaxed slightly but was still tense as Price pulled his pants down fully and tossed them aside.

He rose up on his knees, carefully grabbing Simons hard dick, and sitting down on it slowly, moaning at the insistent stretch.

Yes this was for the good of Simon, but fuck Simon has a good dick. Girthy, filling Price up just right.

He has to remind himself that it's for Simon's sake, not his own. He can jerk it in the shower later.

Although looking at the alpha, eyes blown wide, face red as ever, limp in the cushions, he seems to be having a good time.

Price begins to grind his hips, focused on bringing Simon closer to knotting, but he can't help but moan at the feeling of the cock hitting in him just right.

It only takes two minutes of some riding, half hearted mind you, Price isn't even lifting halfway up, before a swelling knot begins to catch on his rim every time.

He can see the slight uncertainty on Simons face, and soothes a hand along his chest. “That's it, good boy. Let it happen yeah? Gonna feel so much better.”

He leans forward, kissing Simon silly as he feels the cock inside him jump, filling him with hot seed.

To his own surprise, he cums over his belly, which is odd, usually he takes much longer to orgasm. He isn't about to complain however.

He flops gently forward, resting against Ghost's chest, being careful not to prematurely tug the knot.

“Good boy Simon. That was so good. Fuck.. see I'm all okay.. not hurt… feeling better?”

When he gets no answer, he looks up in concern to see Simon has already conked out.

He huffs a laugh “Dumb Alpha”

[littencloud9]

“top/bottom dynamics matter extremely to me because the sex dynamic changes the regular dynamic of the characters to fit into traditional BL roles and i only believe in one” i don’t know how to explain how much of a skill issue that is on your part

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I feel like, Young!Pathetic!Konig would do REALLY well with a Older!Lady-Cougar!Reader, She's maybe been divorced twice and looking ta maybe become widowed this time? May-haps her current hubby has wealth and power but is a few screws short of being a good man towards our poor reader, and there's that Pesky prenup that makes it so she won't get ANYTHING in a divorce...buuuttt if the bastard has a bit of an....*Oopsie doodle*.... Maybe she's looking for someone to take care of her problem, and maybe she likes this young soldier boy, whose all too happy to help with *whatever needs* she might have? Likes how desperate he is for just her hand on his arm, likes how he's on his need begging for just a *taste* Likes that she can teach him how to please a woman, how to make her moan like no lover before....Likes how willing he is to kill the man she's married too...

Asfdf my brain short circuited ❤️ I know I said somewhere that I don’t write cheating but if it’s cheating a bad man with an even worse man König….

CW: 18+ MDNI. Age difference, F!dom/M!sub undertones, praise kink, cheating (your husband is an old dick), mating press & other shenanigans, murder & mentions of blood, König is a lovesick yandere in the making.

It was just one night.

Just one night to satiate your needs because your husband for sure never takes care of them.

But then the young pup you picked off from the pub pops into your workplace next week... With a large bouquet of flowers in his hand and a box of chocolate in the other, your desperate little “detour” looks like a boy who just got laid for the first time in his life.

“König…” you sigh and pull him to an empty breakroom before all your colleagues see you’ve cheated on your beloved husband with a man at least ten years younger than you.

“You can’t be here,” you start, trying to ignore the happy, greedy stares this little—big—soldier gives you.

He’s all the equal to his alias, looking like a king in the making with those wide shoulders and that fierce stare. But his hands are shaking, he guides those eyes to the floor as he puts the gifts on the table littered with crumbs and coffee stains, switches his weight from one foot to the other once you start to tell him how it is.

He listens dutifully as you try to explain how it was only one night, that he was incredibly lovely and you had so much fun but that you can’t see each other anymore. It was wrong of you to do so in the first place, you’re married, and you’re so, so sorry... You were just so sad and lonely.

You tell him he’s a good man. That he’ll find someone special, some lovely girl to call his own. He will find someone who can give him what he wants, someone who will cover him with kisses for bringing her flowers and sweets.

You try to explain it to him even as you get slowly chased into a corner, you try to tell him what a catch he is even when you get pinned to the wall by a hard, lean chest.

You try to tell him that he’s the perfect man for some other girl even when he pulls your strings aside and bullies his cock inside you.

One minute is all it takes as he huffs and groans and fucks you against the wall, your moans and his grunts barely muffled by shirts and fists and lips and skin. There’s lipstick on his clean, white shirt after he’s done with you, teeth marks where his shoulder meets his neck, a spittle of cum on your skirt as he pulls it down with shaky hands.

“Sorry,” he murmurs in your ear. “I just had to see you. I missed you so much...”

Your cunt is what he missed, any woman could see that. Got a taste of it last weekend and wouldn’t let you leave his place at all; a small, miserable flat of 25 square meters, with burned rice on the stove and a thin, cum-stained mattress on the floor. He fucked you on that mattress, four times because on the fifth attempt to part your shaking thighs, you told this horny lad you need to go home.

“I know, big boy. I missed you too. But you need to go now,” you say to your pretty lover. Ugly but pretty, in his own way, his utter lack of cruelty is what makes him beautiful in your eyes.

“I don’t want to,” he dares to argue back and claims your mouth, kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before.

“You have to,” you moan. “König–”

“I love you.”

You’re huffing, panting into each other’s throats as you realize he’s even younger than you thought. Fell in love with your cunt so easily, this big runt, thinks it’s meant to be just because you’re wet and he’s hard.

“Don’t be silly,” you huff and look at the drowsy smile, the messy state of this lovesick man before you fight your way out of his lap.

You want to cry, wail, scream from the injustice. Where was this silly young golden retriever six months ago? Why didn’t you meet him when you were single and sweet? Now you’re trapped in an unhappy marriage with some old fool who was cunning enough to trick you into a ludicrous deal with him. The prenupt you discovered only later, after he swore that you wouldn’t have to work a day in your life and that everything that belonged to him would be yours one day. In reality, you’ve had to beg for every crumb, act the part of a trophy wife who also has to work herself to death. And he won’t even fuck you, only wants you to massage his back and his cock while you’re left all alone without love, without a single kind word.

But König never lets you go: not in a way you beg him to, no, he always shows up at your door. Sneaks into your lonely room from the window, licks you to ruin while you laugh and tell him no, fucks you three times a night, crawls under the bed when a cleaning lady almost catches you two. He shows up at cafes, restaurants, conferences, parties, everywhere where you go but your husband won’t.

He’s so reckless that you have to teach him to be more patient, more gentle. You guide his fingers and his head, even his cock, while locking your eyes with his so that he knows when he’s doing it right. You praise him for a good, unhurried fuck, cup his face and kiss him when he gives it to you nice and slow. Anyone can see he'd want to ram it in until there’s nothing left of him and you, but you kiss and kiss and kiss him until the poor boy moans and cums without permission, just from that tiny taste of intimacy and love.

He gets pets, smooches and caresses, blowjobs that leave him shaking and breathless on the bed. He looks like he has no brains left after you’re done with him, looks a little helpless when you climb on top of him and help yourself with his cock after he only just came.

He’s always up in no time, especially if you tell him he did well. Stares at you and your breasts like you’re a vision from heaven, drools on them once when you won’t let him have a lick. Mopes when you laugh at his predicament, and won’t stop brooding even when you give him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

But he’s never mad at you for long, not if you call him sweetie or your silly apple crumb, not if you let him fall asleep in your bed, partly on top of you. There’s always a wet spot on your back if he’s the big spoon, he begs you to sleep naked as he does, says it’s better for your health and then teases you with his fingers come morning, probably thinking he’s so very clever. Takes you to the theater and offers you expensive port wine and cake, tells you how to steal a car, how to shoot any gun. Gives you a hungry kiss in public when you tell him he has to act like he’s your cousin from abroad, vanishes for weeks to his training, sends letters instead of texts, and tells you he’s going to be a big boss someday.

It’s hard to imagine this serious but silly mess as an intimidating officer, not even when you know he has the size and looks for it. He’s too innocent and needy, doesn't know how the real world works yet. Thinks he’s immortal just because he’s young...

There’s a certain darkness in him, and you mistake it for the remnants of some turbulence of his teenage years, just some wrath of a boy who never got what he wanted. Who wouldn’t be a little pissed and impatient in their twenties? He probably doesn’t even know what he wants: hell, you don’t know what you want.

“Like this...?” He asks demurely when he lifts your knees to your ears and sinks his cock into you inch by inch, carefully as if it’s the first time you’re making love.

“Just like that,” you whisper as he spreads you so wide you can’t even breathe, fills you up deliciously, like no one else before. His eyes never leave you, not even when he uses your hole as a place to bury himself and all his bad memories, not even when he makes you squirt like you’re nothing but an oasis in a desert that never ends.

But you know he comes to you for other things than just that.

He comes to you for kind words, breathy praise, soft touches and ruffles of his hair. He comes to you for practice and to get his sense of self in order. He’s your pretty knight in shining armor when others have called him ugly, he’s your strong bull when others have ridiculed his disproportionate limbs. He’s your safe haven, your sunshine, your crazy, silly man, your soldier and your savior, and he soaks up your love and attention like a sponge: every drop gets gulped down like he’s a man dying of thirst. He doesn’t take sips, he doesn’t know how to, and you on the other hand don’t know how to quench the raging drought inside him, long after yours has been satiated.

You sleep like Romeo and Juliet just before their death, and fuck like rabbits in the spring. He takes you in the car, in the closet, in the toilet, in other people’s beds, even at the alley one night.

“I love you,” he always says after he has spilled his cum – it’s like a ritual or a prayer, and you always reach for the baby hairs of his neck in return, and give them the gentlest caress.

“I love you too,” you whisper one night – it just slips when you stroke his cheek. It never comes as a surprise that he gives you the most miserable pair of puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

He knows about your situation, knows enough that you’re trapped and unhappy. But you never knew he saw you as a victim. If anything, you feel like he’s the victim here. Poor boy, saving what little he has for a future with some woman who knows nothing about true love... You’re not the one for him, you’re not even a silly little sex kitten any young soldier would want to play with. You’re just some bored, abandoned wife who wants to feel something, mean something to someone. But you love him enough to know that you’ll let him go when he wants to move on. As bitter as it makes you feel, you know you’ll give him to someone younger and more beautiful, someone who will love as passionately as he does. Anything to make him truly happy.

But the next evening, König doesn’t climb in through your window. He uses the door, the inside door, and you jump from the bed and hurry to him in your nightgown, the only gift your husband ever gave you.

“I killed him for you,” he says, your soldier boy from Austria, your good, good boy with a good, big cock.

You only now see that his hands are stained in blood, and nothing shakes anymore: your wannabe sniper is as calm as ever when he confesses he’s murdered someone.

“...What?”

He comes to you and cups your face, the blood on his hands both wet and cold. You’ve never seen him so peaceful, not even after he’s had a good fuck. The boy who no one ever loved has turned into a man, but what kind of man… You shiver in his clutch, unsure if you’re about to suffer a heart attack from fear or love.

“He didn’t suffer... Much,” he says, his cracked lips only a breath away from yours. “Knives can be messy…”

You gulp while staring into the deep, dark abyss of his eyes, the innocent baby blue nearly swallowed by the darkest of all loves.

This is not how you thought things would go… You were supposed to give the old man the finger and divorce during the summer. Put your finances in order so that you can escape. Maybe fuck König on the side and see if he’s still the man of your dreams once you’re happily divorced.

Now he’s telling you you’ll marry as soon as possible, or that if you want a summer wedding, he can wait a few months… He tells you you have nothing to worry about, he won’t go to jail, not this time. He’ll take care of you now; he just got promoted. You don’t ever have to be sad again.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he says when all words have finally escaped you. “Now we can be together. Forever…”

[stupid-disco-man]

why in fanfics its always deku the one saying "kacchan look at me !!! 🥺 this isn't you pookie" when its actually the other way around like -

it only takes one look at his man for him to chill pls

[palskippah]

Hi!

The other day I read this post by froppygurl talking about the infantilization of Ballister's character and one person commented on how there's nearly no art of Ambrosius in drag.

>And I remembered that I had these from Halloween that I didn't finish on time so I just abandoned them there dhfjdh but posting them for the lack of Ambrosius in drag drawings pipipi

(Plus a few tiny drawings under the cut that I've drawn of Ambrosius either in a dress or in heels)

>By the way, he's dressed as the back-up dancers in this Shakira's music video, since it was a thing this Halloween on TikTok and many guys dressed as 'las de la intuición' 🗣️ (also yeah, he's missing the purple wig jdfkdf he'll put it on later, don't worry)

>These women 🫦:

(Also when I drew him and Ballister I thought of this picture of Darwin 😭 couldn't really imitate it tho, I have a hard time drawing characters in heels djkdf)

>The ladies are wearing small heels, but I said no bro, thigh-length boots for Ambrosius or nothing 🗣️

>Also I sorta had drawn it from memory, and had forgotten that the shirt was untucked but that way you see more waist so I just left it like that 😔

-Also, on TikTok there's this guy (Andrés something something, he's mexican if I'm not mistaken) that tries on very high heels, and in one video he was trying on a pair and doing stuff like jumping, trotting and sweeping the floor sjdks

>Drew this thing like three months ago bc that guy reminds me of Ambrosius:

*Barre* = *Sweeps*

-Also got this thing from a TikTok video based over those Gravity Falls' credits where they marry the goat and Waddle (That one that sings goat and the pig wooo 🗣️🗣️) (Well in Spanish is something like long live love woooo 🗣️🗣️)

-Oh also I had been thinking about manicure, so, headcanon that Ballister bites his nails short, but Ambrosius gets that kind of manicure that makes nails look 'natural' but shiny and very well-cared for 🗣️ (those sort of nails are so pretty) (also sorry, projecting what I do onto Ballister, I don't even clip my nails off, I just bite them when they get too long and burden me. They smooth in their own with the days sjkdsj)

That's it 🧍 my humble contribution wa, hopefully will draw more stuff like this in the future sjkdsd

[neesu]

The white fox

Contains: Implied physical violence / rough handling, power imbalance and domination dynamics, sexual tension with aggressive undertones, mature themes (control, consent implied but not clearly established yet), psychological manipulation / intensity, mafia/crime setting, use of restraints (handcuffs, force)

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Part 2

It had been six days since that night at LUX. Six days since you pressed Gojo Satoru against a wall, your hand clenched around his collar and your control dangerously fraying. And yet, every night since, you caught yourself thinking about his voice. His breath. That grin.

You hated it.

You hated that he still hadn’t left your district.

And you hated that part of you didn’t want him to.

⸻

You got the call at 1:14 a.m.

Your men had caught an intruder on your property.

“I’m going to guess it’s not just any intruder,” you muttered, already pulling on your coat.

The safehouse was an old, repurposed industrial site on the docks. Quiet. Private. Only accessible to trusted members of your organization. Or, apparently, to men with a blindfold and zero self-preservation instinct.

The air reeked of concrete, metal, and arrogance.

Gojo Satoru sat cuffed to a steel chair in the middle of the room, lit by a single bare bulb swinging faintly above him. His white hair caught the dim light, and despite the restraints, his posture was damn near regal—one leg draped over the other, like he'd come here by choice.

He looked up as you entered, lips already curling.

“Finally. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”

You didn’t respond. Not at first. You just stared at him—long, slow, calculating. There was dried blood on the corner of his mouth. Probably from one of your guards. He didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he looked like he enjoyed it.

“You broke into my safehouse,” you said, voice low and steady. “That’s not something I let people walk away from.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow. “Yet here I am. Sitting, breathing… and very curious what you plan to do next.”

You stepped forward, boots echoing against the concrete. Stopped just in front of him. His grin didn’t fade. Not even when you leaned down and grabbed his jaw, forcing his face upward.

You came close—closer than you should have. Close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, close enough to hear the subtle shift in it.

“You want to die, Satoru?” you murmured. “Because walking into my home like this is suicide.”

“Maybe I trust you more than I should,” he said, voice light, but something in it was strung tight. “Or maybe I just wanted to see what you’d do if I put myself in your hands.”

You stared at him. At the pulse beating steadily in his throat, just beneath your fingers.

Gojo’s smirk wavered.

Your hand moved from his jaw to his neck. Thumb brushing lightly over the skin—no pressure, just intent.

“Is that what you want?” your voice dropped. “To be at my mercy?”

His breath hitched.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You leaned closer, lips brushing just shy of his cheek, voice so low it trembled against him.

“I don’t need to like it,” you said. “I just need to know you’d beg for it.”

The tension rolled off his body like heat from coals—tight, restrained, expectant. He didn’t speak right away. Then, quietly, just for you:

“Maybe I would.”

It broke something in you. Not desire—something darker. Something that recognized itself in him.

You gripped his chin again, tilting his head so he had no choice but to face you. His lips were parted, his breath uneven, blindfolded eyes locked on where you were.

“You want me to break you,” you muttered. “You’re not here to negotiate or provoke. You want someone who’ll take the decisions away from you. Am I right?”

Gojo’s throat flexed under your grip. Still smiling—but it wasn’t the same smile. There was heat in it now. Something real. Something dangerous.

“You’re the only one I wouldn’t mind losing control to,” he said.

Silence fell.

Your jaw clenched, but you didn’t let go.

“Keep testing me like this,” you murmured, “and you’ll find out what happens when I stop holding back.”

He didn’t argue.

You stepped back—but not far. Not really. The space between you vibrated with tension, heavy and sharp, like it could snap or ignite at any second.

“You break into my district,” you said, voice cold now, “you trespass in my house, and you sit here like you want to be chained up.”

Gojo’s lips parted. This time, he didn’t smirk. He just looked at you, still and deliberate, like the tension itself was holding him together.

“Maybe I did,” he said, just above a whisper. “Maybe I wanted to see what you'd do when no one was watching.”

You leaned down again, your hand resting on the back of the chair near his shoulder—close enough to remind him that the only thing holding you back was choice.

“Is this a game to you?” you asked, your voice low and cutting. “Get caught. Get cuffed. Get dragged into my space. Or is it something else you’re chasing?”

Gojo swallowed. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d break first.”

Your eyes narrowed. You gripped the chain of his cuffs, letting the metal slip through your fingers like a blade you could use any moment.

“I don’t break,” you said. “I bend others.”

You saw the shift in him then—like your words sank into something deep. His shoulders drew tighter. His breath was sharp. You didn’t need to see his eyes to know he was watching you with intensity that burned.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” you murmured.

Gojo tilted his head slowly. “Good,” he said, smiling again—this time darker. “So are you.”

The air crackled. Like static. Like fire held barely in check. A silence thick enough to choke on.

But you didn’t move.

Not yet.

Instead, you loosened your grip on the chain and leaned down one last time. Close enough to make it count.

“Think very hard about what you’re doing, Satoru,” you said. “Because next time you walk into my home uninvited, I won’t chain you to a chair.”

Gojo’s lips parted slightly. “No?”

You gave him a ghost of a smile. One that promised nothing but danger.

“No. I’ll chain you to my bed.”

And then you turned and walked out.

You didn’t look back.

But you felt it—the way the room held your absence like a breath that couldn’t quite exhale.

And for once, Gojo didn’t say anything.

He just watched you go.

[overthinkingmoth]

transmasc Xie Lian this transmasc Xie Lian that.

I raise you transmasc Hua Cheng.

[baisemains]

Motivation pt. 2

Melvika Week 2025 - Day 7: Breeding Kink

mel medarda x sevika

word count: 3.5k

contains: modern au, melvika are married, SMUT, top!mel, bottom!sev, hexstrap, titfucking, strap-on sex, oral, praise kink, mommy kink, sev is so subby 😵‍💫

description: mel unexpectedly flips the tables on sevika, for both of their pleasure.

ao3 link | spotify playlist

previous // mel medarda masterlist | sevika masterlist

It's a few hours later when Mel stirs awake, eyes having to adjust to the now pitch black room. She looks around the room groggily and sees that Sevika must have cleaned up their earlier mess because their clothes are settled in the hamper and the stickiness between her thighs is nowhere to be found.

She's pressed against Sevika, who is currently snoring away. She takes a moment to just stare up at her wife, the calm expression on her face bringing a warm feeling in her chest. The arm wrapped around her waist tightens a bit as the older woman starts to awaken as well, low noises leaving her throat.

A gravelly voice fills the still silence. "You're up already?" Sevika mumbles, face nuzzled into Mel's braids.

"I had a really nice dream..." Mel leans up to nudge Sevika's nose with her own, watching as her wife's thick lashes flutter open at the movement.

The older woman slowly unfurls her eyelids, expression still soft and a bit hazy. "Did you now? What was it about?"

She relishes the feeling of Mel’s skin on hers, lips only a breath away. Mel then moves to graze her teeth along Sevika's jaw before pressing featherlight kisses under her ear.

"Basically, what we were doing earlier, but this time..." An open mouth suckle on her pulse point, "I was the one filling you up."

Sevika lets out a shaky groan at the words, hand now pawing at a toned back and head leaning to the side to allow for better access. "Yeah? What did that feel like?"

The shorter woman leans in to whisper against a heated ear. "Heavenly."

Her response has Sevika's breath hitching in her throat, mind already forming sinful images.

"Goddamn, you can't just say things like that. It's not fair." She lets out a low moan while her fingers dig into wonderfully supple skin.

"And why is that?" Mel is still purposely keeping away from her lover's mouth, opting instead to kiss all around her face.

"Because," Sevika whines, "We have to get up for work in a couple of hours, we don't have the time."

The younger of the two is now assaulting that same ear with firm licks and nips, causing her wife to begin softly grinding onto a taut thigh. "Just think of it as field research. Wouldn't your boss want you to return with anecdotes of two users rather than just one?"

Sevika let out a gasp at the statement, body arching into her wife's touches before letting out a shuddering breath. "I...I guess you have a point."

The arm around Mel's waist squeezes, a silent plea for closeness, but the woman still doesn't give in. She continues to press wet kisses along heated skin, enjoying the way her lover squirms beneath her. Finally relenting a few long moments later, she presses an especially forceful kiss to Sevika's cheek and whispers into her mouth.

"Well, then let's give them a damn good review."

Crashing their mouths together, Sevika moans into the kiss, hands roaming across the other woman's body as if she’s starving. She deepens it, tongue poking its way past soft lips and licking at the roof of Mel’s mouth. Her body is still pressed tightly against her wife, leg wedged snugly between thighs, trying to get as close as physically possible. Mel responds in kind, biting gently at the older woman's tongue and rolling them so Sevika is on her back.

"Where is it?" She questions from above, desperately needing to be inside her wife.

"Nightstand, top drawer. Harness is there too." Sevika answers before attaching herself to Mel's throat, leaving plenty of bite marks in her wake. Mel groans as her hand fumbles to open the aforementioned furniture, snatching the box from earlier and dropping it next to them before grabbing the harness. She blindly pries the container open until her fingers land on a silicone object.

"Got it."

With as much haste as she can manage, Mel attaches the toy to the harness and slips it on as Sevika flips on the bedside lamp, head now propped up against the pillow behind her. The younger woman then slowly begins stroking the strap, copying her wife's actions from earlier that evening, waiting for it to activate as she said. Sevika swallows dryly, eyes focused completely on the way Mel's hand fondles the dildo, the veins beneath the surface coming alive with a vivid hue and casting a blue glow throughout the room.

"Ah..."

The sound falls from Mel's lips almost unwittingly. She can feel a tingle of pleasure running through her spine as the toy starts to warm in her grasp, the veins seeming to push further through the surface. A look of awe is etched on her face when the sensation reaches the rest of her lower body, and she looks up through lidded eyes to see her wife looking like she's about to combust.

Mel squeezes the toy without thinking as she takes in the sight before her, and as she shuffles forward to get closer to Sevika's glossy entrance, a sharp movement catches her eye. A shudder that rips through the older woman causes her perfectly full tits to jiggle deliciously, simultaneously stealing Mel's attention and giving her an idea. A sharp gasp slips from her mouth, and a trembling hand runs over her hair to center herself. Sevika is now staring in anticipation, chest heaving and body shifting impatiently, until the other woman finally speaks.

"Sit up a bit."

Sevika does as told and props herself up on her elbow before scooting back, upper body now laying against the pillow behind her. The thin sheet of sweat covering her collarbone and shoulders is enough to drive Mel crazy, sinful thoughts crashing into each other like waves. She chews her bottom lip as she refocuses on her plan, swinging a leg on either side of her lover's stomach and lightly bucking her hips forward until the strap is nestled in the valley of her chest.

"Fu-fuck," Sevika chokes out. Her eyes are wide, hand coming up to grip at Mel’s thighs, squeezing and gently digging into the skin. The younger woman takes in the slight tremble in her grip, the way she can't quite make eye contact. She can't get enough.

Rutting down into tan skin, Mel's eyes flutter shut as the feeling registers in her mind, new and exciting but not quite enough.

"Sweetheart, I…I want to fuck your breasts."

"Ah– O-okay..."

It's almost a sob of a response, Sevika's voice cracking as the words leave her mouth. It's an image that's lived in her fantasies for as far back as she can remember but never seemed feasible until now. She then moves her hand to grip Mel's waist, fingers digging into skin as she pulls her forward in a wordless plea. A low moan slips out as the younger woman grips each of Sevika's boobs in her hands, pushing them together and sliding the dildo between two perfectly soft mounds.

“Fuck, I feel it. I feel you.”

Sevika arches up into the touch, eyes closing and head falling back against the pillow behind her as a strangled sound rises from her throat. The air around them is thick with tension and her palm grips at Mel's thighs in a desperate plea for more stimulation. After a moment, she forces her eyes to open, catching Mel's gaze with her own to try and communicate how badly she wants this. Feeling bold, Sevika pokes her tongue out and licks the end of the strap before wrapping her full lips around it and sucking.

"Oh– oh, god..." Mel moans weakly, the sound almost lost in the growing heat between them.

She simply watches, eyes nearly rolling back as her wife's mouth takes in the toy, tongue swirling and cheeks hollowing, and all she can think is: I must be dreaming. This can't be real. It can't. It can't.

Her brain feels like it's melting, leaving only a single thought in its wake, a desperate repetition that threatens to consume her. Mine.

She's focused only on the woman beneath her, the sight of her lips around the dildo and the way her fingers dig into her thigh. Sevika's eyes slide closed, and Mel thinks she looks like a vision come to life, one she wants to sear into her memory forever.

A jolt of excitement shoots through her when she sucks in more of the length, touching the back of her throat now, leaving it wet and glistening in the low light of the room. Sevika looks up through heavy lidded lashes and her wife's face heats up at the sight. Mel gently brushes her thumbs over two dusky, hardened nipples, releasing a moan from the older woman as she speeds up her thrusts, spreading Sevika's saliva all over her own chest.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself, sweetheart," Mel purrs, the words rumbling in her chest. She runs a hand along Sevika's side, tracing a path up, up, up until her hand threads through the older woman's hair, giving it a gentle but forceful tug.

"You look amazing like this."

A mewl tumbles from Sevika, hand sliding around to her wife’s ass and pushing her forward, causing the toy to push further between her tits into her mouth. The feeling causes Mel to gasp, hips canting forward at an insatiable pace as she gasps out, "Oh, baby I'm so close, I–"

Sevika then increases her actions tenfold, hand coming up to stroke the part of the toy not being devoured by her lips, spit dribbling out from the sides of her mouth. Mel feels her climax swiftly approaching, but before it arrives, she yanks the toy away and begins pumping it with her own hand, the other still tweaking a stiffened bud. Sevika is taken by surprise as her tongue suddenly lolls out, but when she realizes what Mel is building to, her eyes widen and a quiet whimper leaves her throat.

It only takes a few more pumps of her hand before Mel is cumming all over Sevika's full tits, some of it catching on her waiting tongue. The sight causes her mouth to drop open as she chokes out a whine and bucks into her own palm, the sensation now overwhelming. Mel nearly doubles over as the pleasure crashes into her, causing her to see bursts of lights behind her eyes. She rides the high, panting heavily and looking down to see the view she was presented with, which sends another jolting wave rushing through her.

She swallows thickly before speaking, voice sounding dry. "Fuck, that was incredible."

With a dazed look on her face, Sevika leans back into the pillow and drags her index finger over the fluid on her chest before bringing it up to her face and inspecting it. Mel swears she can feel the dildo twitch when her wife slides that very digit into her own mouth and swirls a talented tongue around it, eyes fluttering shut as she savors the taste.

"Delicious."

The sound that leaves Mel’s throat is nearly a wail as she watches her wife swallow the taste of her, the way her head leans back and exposes the long expanse of her neck. She can feel herself starting to stir again, excitement already building in her lower body, and dips down to lap up a line of sweat from collarbone to ear. Feeling the slight shudder at her actions, Mel whispers into Sevika's ear, "Now it's time for the real thing."

She climbs off of her wife's stomach and settles between muscular thighs, spreading them before grabbing the soaked toy and teasing along puffy folds, wanting to hear her beg. "You want me inside you, baby? You need it, don't you?"

That causes Sevika to turn away, pressing her face into the plush pillow. Mel then cocks her head to the side, a pout blooming on her face. "Oh honey, don't tell me you're embarrassed now? You were doing so well for me a minute ago."

"Shut up. I'm not embarrassed." Sevika murmurs indignantly, face now hidden by the pillow and her hand. Despite her words, her body betrays her, hips shifting and silently begging the younger woman to fill her up. Mel then smirks, leaning down to her wife's face while gripping her hand and moving it to the side. She has a secret weapon that she rarely brings out because Sevika really has to be in the mood for it, but this feels like the perfect moment for it.

"Tell Mommy how bad you want it."

Sevika lets out a strangled noise, a shudder passing through her at the words. "You're playing dirty," she mumbles, eyes squeezed shut and face heating up.

"Mmm, but it's working, isn't it?"

She lets out a frustrated sound at the response, head shaking stubbornly, but she can't stop the way her body betrays her, legs spreading wider and her voice cracking as she whines, "It's– fine, it's working, goddammit. I want you so bad. I need you, please."

Mel licks a wet stripe along her clenched jaw as she asks, "You need who?"

A soft shiver passes through her, haze clouding her brain as she answers weakly, "You...Mommy, I need you. Please."

A wicked grin spreads along Mel's face as she finally gets the answer she wants, and she straightens up before dipping the head of the toy into Sevika's waiting pussy. The woman under her lets out a strangled moan, legs wrapping around her wife's waist and body trembling. The feeling of the toy inside her is exquisite, but it's not enough, not nearly enough. She bites her lip, breath catching in her throat, then whispers, "Please, I need...more."

Mel coos, enjoying that her lover is finally opening up. Without verbally answering, she slowly begins sliding all the way in, halting once she bottoms out. Sevika gasps at the feeling, mind becoming a jumble of pleasure and all she can comprehend is Mel and the way her body feels surrounded by her. She grabs at her wife, desperate to bring her as close as possible, chest rising and falling quickly as she whines, "Move. Please, I need you to move."

Mel does so immediately, pulling out almost completely and snapping her hips forward, kissing that sweet spot inside Sevika.

"Oh fuck!" She moans, head tilting back and legs tightening their hold. Each thrust of Mel's hips is driving her higher and higher, mind swimming and body trembling, she can't get enough. Between whimpers and pants, she whispers, "Harder. Please, harder."

Setting a relentless pace, Mel moans as her wife's pussy sucks her in without hesitation, feeling the way she clenches around the toy mercilessly.

"Just like that, just like that, yes," Sevika pants, eyes half lidded and body moving in time with Mel's thrusts. "You feel, ahh, so good."

Mel feels her orgasm approaching but does her best to hold it off, wanting to make her wife cum first. She takes her hand and rubs two fingers along the older woman's bottom lip, biting her own as she clenches her lower stomach. Once Sevika takes them into her mouth, her tongue languidly coats them in saliva, making eye contact as she does so. Mel quickly pulls them out before the sensation sends her overboard and begins rubbing them around the older woman's swollen clit. That pulls a loud moan from her, thighs around Mel's waist squeezing tightly.

Sevika nearly sobs at the feeling, eyes clenched shut and her grip on Mel becoming desperate. That coil of heat in her gut is nearly unbearable at this point, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through her, the sensation only heightened by Mel's pace.

"Please, I can't– it's too much."

"You can take it, darling, I promise, just a little more." The younger woman then replaces her two fingers with a firm thumb, rubbing her wife's clit quickly and without hesitation.

She tries to speak, to protest or maybe to beg for more, but she can't find the words, any sounds she might have been able to make drowned out by a moan from deep in her throat. It feels like every nerve ending on her body is on fire, everything is too much, but also not enough, and the pleasure seems to just build and build with no end in sight.

"I'm so close, god, I'm so close, please!"

One particularly hard clench has Mel lurching forward, catching herself with the hand not between Sevika's thighs. Her hand lands on perfectly defined abs and she scratches at them to try and ground herself. The sensation causes the woman under her to cry out, watery eyes searching Mel’s and begging for permission. Finally deciding she's had enough torment, the younger woman leans down and licks into Sevika's mouth before whispering into it, "Cum for mommy."

That sends Sevika hurtling towards the abyss with a choked whine, wave after wave of pleasure slamming into her body relentlessly. Pussy squeezing around the dildo, that sends Mel chasing after her, groaning as she paints velvet walls with her own release, their cum mixing together and soaking the sheets underneath their bodies.

The feeling has Mel's body trembling and shaking, brain hazy while only able to process the overwhelming heat of pleasure rushing through her body and the sound of her own panting. It's easily one of the most intense orgasms she's ever had, and she nearly blacks out, leaving her breathless. Eventually, she collapses forward onto Sevika, face resting on her shoulder and hands grasping at her waist. It's a long while before she can speak, but as soon as she can, she whispers into her wife's neck, "Holy hell."

She then props herself up onto one elbow and gazes at the woman underneath her, eyes scanning her face for any hint of discomfort. "Are you okay, darling?"

Sevika's hair is stuck to her forehead and her chest is still heaving, but she has a blissful expression on her face. She then smiles weakly up at her wife, eyes softening. "Yes, I'm fine." She brings her hand up to cup Mel's cheek, tracing a rough thumb along her cheekbone. "That was... fuck, it was incredible."

"It was. You were perfect."

The woman above dips down to capture soft lips with her own, taking her time and savoring the moment between them. A soft sigh leaves Sevika's mouth as their lips meet, shifting her body to bring her closer. She lets out a quiet huff of contentment, hand coming up to gently tangle in her wife's hair. Despite how exhausted she feels, she can't seem to get enough; it's like her entire world has narrowed down to Mel and the points their bodies touch.

After a few stretched out moments, they pull apart and Mel runs the back of her hand along a scarred cheek, gazing into soft grey eyes. A hint of a smile stretches along her lips as she finally breaks the silence.

"I bet your boss will be very pleased when you tell her how the toy worked out for us."

Sevika can't help but let out a groan and playfully pinch her wife's side. "You just had to bring her up, didn't you?" She grumbles half-heartedly, before continuing with a playful smirk. "I'll tell her that the research is yielding positive results."

That gets a laugh out of Mel, but it cuts off when she feels the toy press against her sensitive clit. "Ah…" She ever so gently pulls out of Sevika before sliding the harness off and dropping it next to them.

Sevika lets out a quiet huff when her wife pulls away, but she quickly melts back into the mattress and throws an arm over her face, letting out a low groan. "God, I don't think I can move..."

Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, Mel sighs and slowly climbs off of the bed, stretching her limbs as she looks over at the other woman. "Almost time to start getting ready for work."

"You're kidding," Sevika grumbles, dropping her arm to glare up at the younger woman. "I can't go to work like this, I need to recover for at least a week first."

Mel looks around the room, pretending to think before strolling towards their bathroom and gazing over her shoulder. "I was going to take a shower beforehand. If you'd care to join me."

Despite the state she's in, Sevika immediately lifts her head off the pillow, eyes locked onto her wife's as the words process in her mind. A smirk slowly spreads across her face as she begins to sit up, sheets falling from her body and to the floor. "Well, I'd be a fool to decline such an offer."

She scurries after Mel, ignoring the way her muscles burn as she scoops her up and presses her into the nearest wall, continuing their morning activities without a care in the world.

[lambmotifz]

sam’s response to dean’s physical touch (both in a tender/caring way and a violent/punishing way) is the #1 reason why he’d prefer to bottom. it’s not about the dom/sub dynamic, it’s about sam’s willingness to take everything dean gives him, be it tenderness or violence. it’s about letting dean do anything to his body. it’s about the physical aspect of their relationship

and let’s not forget his canonical masochistic tendencies too

[zombiecowboy65]

Say andreil switches who tops/bottoms and no one bats an eye. Say jerejean switches and SOCIETY