#topping from the bottom

[subbyprince]

Thinking about being used by a cute boy as a dildo

Just laying there while a cute boy bounces on my cock chasing his own pleasure with no regard for mine

He looks so pretty while moaning and rubbing his tdick while he rides me i cant help but stare longingly but im not allowed to touch while he uses me for his pleasure

Watching him come undone while im all pent up wanting to touch my clit but its trapped under the strap-on and his pleasure is more important than mine

[notkitten]

i need to pin her hips to the wall and lick the underside of her cock, delicately taste her slick arousal, eyes locked with hers -- my fingernails digging crescents into her skin -- every time she tries to grind into my mouth i'll shove her back against the wall, hard, and tell her what an impatient slut she is - you're not the one in charge, darling -- i need to tease her with my dancing tongue, licking, sucking, flicking, until she's trembling, leaning back against the wall for support, then use the grip I have on her hips to spin her pliable body -- i need to hear the high gasp she'll make as i lick into her, spreading her open with my hands, feel the tremble of her legs as she finally cums

[tenderlywicked]

"Here, cousin, seize the crown."

Spoiling the cousin's triumph and taking all the attention—that was royally done.

[hellhoundsprey]

plus (n)one

Title: plus (n)one Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55695415 Ship: J2 Rating: explicit Tags: secret relationship, workplace relationship, fear of intimacy, topping from the bottom, dom/sub, dom!jensen, bottom!jensen, sub!jared, top!jared Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles Word Count: 7 k Summary: For someone who ‘doesn’t do relationships’, Jared’s boss’ boss is pretty clingy.

[foolish-lov3r]

just had sex with my partner and when i said i was close he begged me to cum. said "please cum for me mommy" and GOD if i didnt want a dick before

i need to impregnate this man

[beast-to-be-tamed]

Oh to be the tamed beast of a cute power bottom...

Getting super horny when I shift around them for the first time, pawing at them like a wild beast and lapping at their neck, fighting the urge to bite down - they smell so delicious...

Being told "no, down boy!" and jerking back, ears pinned and tail tucked as they smirk up at me, and click a collar around my neck... and a wire muzzle around my snout to make sure I can only lick helplessly at their sweet skin...

[frankthesnek]

✨️ New Story ✨️

Why Wait (rated E)

Stony (Tony Stark/Steve Rogers)

Dating, car sex, topping from the bottom, bottom Steve Rogers, pwp

1k words

Stony Bingo space S4: third dates @cap-ironman

It was their third (official) date. Tradition implied that it ended in sex, but Tony still couldn't tell if that was on the table for Steve yet. Steve very enthusiastically answers that question.

[satashiiwrites]

Choices and Regrets: Chapter 12: Confluence

Yeeting. Beware the cliffhanger.

Title: Choices and Regrets Chapter 12: Confluence

Fandom: 911, Dark Matter (Blake Crouch/2024 tv series)

Pairing: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz/Even Buckley

Summary:

If you could go back and change the choices in your life, would you?  Would you love the same people, go on the same vacations, have the same career? Or would you have regrets? After the lightning strike, an unexpected visitor makes Buck question all the choices he’s ever made. From dropping out of the Seals to never making a move on Eddie because the time hasn’t been right. He’s going to get an up close and personal look at what could have been because another version of Buck is focused on taking his choices away from him—including Eddie and Christopher Diaz. 

Tags/warnings: dark themes, dubious consent, explicit sex, kidnapping, murder, minor character death (not our versions of the boys), drug use, identity fraud, topping from the bottom

Buck restarts from the beginning, all of them hanging on every word after he’d extracted a promise from them to let him tell his story.  Eddie doesn’t let go of Buck’s hand the entire time, providing a little squeeze whenever Buck falters or the story gets too painful.

It started the night of Conner’s party.  Buck glosses over the party itself but Eddie can read between the lines that it wasn’t a fun party for Buck to attend.  He regrets encouraging Buck to go but before Eddie can voice that thought, Buck assures him that he needed the closure.  The door to being a donor daddy is firmly closed for now and Buck has no plans to revisit it, which satisfies the primitive caveman that lives in Eddie’s chest.  

He doesn’t want Buck having babies with someone else. 

Eddie should probably talk with Buck about that feeling at some point. 

Anyways, the party ended and Buck stopped to buy the requested ice cream… only to get kidnapped, drugged, and to wake up in another universe. Buck stresses that he wasn’t aware of being taken to this other universe and it took him time to work out how to travel home. 

Buck is reluctant to talk about the people in that other universe.  He admits that when they finally believed that he wasn’t the other version of him, his brother Daniel—Daniel who is still alive in his upper thirties—had seen Buck as a possible golden ticket. Buck had escaped at some point and confirmed that it wasn’t his universe.  Athena was dead for sure as was Eddie. 

Eddie doesn’t miss how Buck’s grip tightens around his and the tremor returns when he talks about the other version of Eddie.  That Daniel had ordered an armed assault to return Buck to Aperture’s headquarters and the other version of Eddie had tried to protect Buck but died as a result. 

“I’m here,” he softly reassures Buck, urging him to take a drink of water while Athen refreshes everyone’s coffee. 

Read Chapter 12 on AO3!

[wincestdailyheadcanons]

(TW: Noncon, somnophilia, blood play, SH, knife play, blood as lube)

Wincest Unhinged #2 They had a very simple deal. Sam would get Dean the first blade back, he could sew the fucking thing to his hand if he wanted, and in return, all he had to do was stay.

Dean had eagerly accepted Sams terms 3 months ago, had leaned in to kiss Sam to seal the deal, his teeth grazed, then bit Sam's bottom lip, pulled playfully, and grinned, looked down at Sam's crotch, noting the slight bulge, and extended his hand.

Deal made, Dean had to stay. But for his own safety, Sam kept Dean's door guarded with salt, holy water, and devils traps.

Sam shifted the tray of food in his hand,  knocked twice, paused, and knocked three more.

Sam knew he didn't need to do that. Wasn't like Dean was expecting other visitors, but still, Sam couldn't seem to break himself of the habit.

"Dean?" Sam called, turning the knob; "I brought you some f-"

Sam stared at Dean's naked form sprawled out on the bed, his head propped up on pillows so he was facing the doorway, his hand on his cock, pumping lazily.

Their eyes met.

Dean didnt even pause, just held Sam's gaze, and let out a soft, needy, moan.

Sam felt his cheeks flush; "S-sorry" He stammered, setting the tray on the floor just outside the devils trap.

"Sammy…"

Sam stopped. He hadn't heard Dean say his name like that since right before the last trial to close Hell, when Sam, knowing deep in his core that he wasnt going to survive the final trial of curing a demon…

Fuck, he missed this. Missed coming apart under his brothers body, melting with his touch, missed his Dean.

"Come here, baby boy." Dean said, low and soothing. "Know you wanna see, know how much you miss me." Dean shifted a bit. "Wont even touch you, not unless you want me to."

Without realizing it, Sam took a single step outside the trap.

Dean grinned, raising his hand towards Sam.

It felt like a vice had grabbed him, throwing him through the air, and slammed him so hard against the wall he was momentarily dazed.

"Dean…Dean stop." Sam pleaded, trying to break free. Dean looked him up and down, like he was a piece of meat, eyes full of lust, and something Sam couldn't quite put his finger on, but he knew he didnt want to find out…

Dean seized a handful of Sam's hair, holding him still. "Look at your big brother, Sam."

Sam glanced away. 

"No?" Dean gave a hurt look, then pressed his naked body against Sam, grinding against him, letting Sam feel how hard he was. "Thats fine." 

Dean pushed his thumb roughly into Sam's eyelid, and Sam cried out in pain and fear, and Dean's cock seemed to get twitch, as if he took pleasure hearing Sam in pain, as if it was almost as good as sex.

"You gonna look at me now?" Dean asked, pushing a little harder. "You don't answer me, Im gonna pop your fucking eyeball out of your skull and then feed it to you."

"Yes! Yes, fuck!"

"Good boy." Dean kissed his cheek, then released him.

Sam hit the floor, rolling on his side, his hand flying up to his face. Still there…

"Youre still not watching me." Dean scolded, and Sam looked up.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed, the first blade in his hand. Dean traced his tongue suggestively up the side of the blade, and winked.

Sam swallowed.

"Miss that big cock of yours Sammy." Dean  teased, trailing the tip of the blade over his lip and his chest, leaving small cuts that glowed orange. "Miss having you inside me, filling me up…"

"What…what are you doing?" Sam asked, absentmindedly watching blood drip from the cuts. No way that didnt hurt, had to  and Dean didnt flinch away, instead he pressed into the pain. "What are you doing?"

"You worried?" Dean smiled. "Youre so sweet, Sammy. Its okay, The Mark keeps me healed up."

Dean pushed the blade deeper, this time making a pained noise, blood flowing more freely. Sam watched as it trailed down along the curves of Deans body, over his stomach and thighs, and fuck, Sam feels a pulse of heat go through his own body.

"Missed you." Dean repeated, green eyes disappearing behind black. "Had to…" Dean smirked, licked his lips, the blade covered with Deans blood, dipping lower…

Vaguely, Sam heard Dean try to moan the word 'improvise', his focus instead on the blade that Dean slowly, painfully pushed inside himself.

Sam felt his stomach turn as he watched Dean fuck himself, blood pooling between his thighs and onto the sheets. Dean moaned his brothers name as he worked the blade in and out, cutting deeper, his cock hard and straining, and fuck Dean looks good like this…

Sam almost wished he could say his body moved because of whatever kind of demonic mojo Dean currently possessed, but they both knew it wasnt true. Sam moved towards the bed on his own accord. Dean had missed Sam, and Sam wasnt going to pretend that he didnt miss Dean.

Sam kissed Dean, all teeth and tongue, fingers curling around the handle of the first blade, and Dean arched into it moaning louder, a mix of pain and pleasure filled noise escaping him. "Want…want your fucking mouth on me."

Funny. Sam wanted that too.

Dean shuddered as Sam licked into the small cuts across Deans body, pushing his tongue in deep, forcing them open, biting down when some didn't flow as freely as he wanted. "Good boy." Dean praised. "Like how I taste dont you? Wanna be inside me?"

Sam gave a quick nod, licking a trail of dried blood down Deans stomach to his cock, Sam swiped his tongue over the head, licking away precum, and then Sam felt an invisible rope around his throat holding him in place. He looked up at Dean, Sam could see his reflection in the black of Deans eyes. Could feel the pride in them, love and warmth, and Sam knew it probably wasnt real, that Dean had been planning this from the beginning, and really, Sam didnt care, as long as it was just the two of them. Sam swallowed down Deans cock with teasing slowness, hands kneading Deans ass, the blade slipping out and falling onto the floor with a soft thud.

"Fuck!" Dean groaned, rolling his hips, grabbing a handful of Sam's hair. "Fucking little cock tease, missed that fucking mouth of yours Sam." Dean yanked hard, pulling Sam down the full length of his shaft making him gag. Sam struggled, needing air, and Dean twisted his hair painfully; "Dont fucking move. Dont you fucking move…" Dean growled, snapping his hips, ignoring Sam hitting his legs, moaning obscenely when Sam resorted to biting trying to break free.

"Gonna make me cum you do that again." Dean warned. "Now, just relax." Sam jerked as Dean pinched his nose, felt his body tighten as he struggled. Sams vision began to blur, and then darkness consumed him. 

Sam woke up to Dean still fucking his mouth, his own gags and hurt noises mixed with Deans moans and; "Good little bitch, always knew you didnt have to be awake to be a good fuck."

Sam groaned, dazed, and jumped when Dean slapped him and then finally pushed Sam back, leaving him choking and gasping for air.

"Not done with you yet, Sammy." Dean smirked, grabbing his arm and rolling them so Sam was on the bed. Sam tried to think through his haze. "De, hold…wait…" He sounded weird.

Dean straddled Sam's face, grinding down hard. "Know you want more, need big brother to take care of you dont you Sammy? Thats my job right?" Dean moaned as Sam's tongue pushed into his hole. "Thats it." Dean wrapped his hand around Sams cock, pumping him. "Gonna stretch me open with that mouth, then Im gonna ride that big fat cock of yours, get all of your cum in me, gonna feel so fucking good in all these cuts. Like that idea dont you Sammy?"

Somehow, Sam managed to nod, and this time, Sam used his own power to move Dean forward. Dean gave a surprised look when he saw Sam's face, mouth covered in blood, eyes dark, but not quite the same shade of black as Dean's but they'd get there.

"Get on my fucking dick." Sam ordered, voice laced with power.

Dean grinned, giving a playful bow. "As you wish."

[defiledcinephile]

I posted a new fic, as part of a Sept top!Alex prompt

And if you're into the idea of Alex getting to Dom Greg you might also enjoy this one shot from my Dynamic Dynamic series.

[dilf-in-peril]

Love how it's "putting someone over" indicating that the loser is the active one.

[rythyme]

if you've been to more than one, pick the one that's further down on the list. stopovers don't count unless you actually left the airport.

feel free to say how many / which ones you've been to in the tags!

[esoterictboy]

bullying sexually is just too fun sorry! I wanna shove your face into my crotch and make you huff it ! I wanna laugh at you after I pull you away by the scruff on your neck and notice the wet spot in your underwear! I wanna pants you so you have to try and fail miserably to cover yourself up ! I wanna pinch your nipples through your shirt, I wanna slide your underwear to the side and take pictures of your hole all wet and desperate ! I wanna make you lie face down ass up and naked so we can all laugh at how bad you want my dick and how desperate you are for it !

[rodolfoparras]

Four in the morning ( when you creep back into bed )

Pairing: Wolverine x Top Male Reader

Cw: 18+, fingering, anal sex, sub!wolverine, dom!male reader, fwb,

Thinking about Wolverine who’s always so impatient to wind down after a long day, calls you over to his place with someone else’s blood and guts still caked onto him.

He hasn’t even finished up the call when he’s stripping the clothes off of him, before pushing strong thighs up to his chest, spit slicked fingers working on loosening the tight ring of muscles, all while counting down how long it takes for you to get there, silently wondering if he should have someone else finish up the job instead.

By the time you arrive, he’s already driving three fingers up inside his tight wet hole, the muscles in his wrist flexing with how hard he’s going, angry red cock uselessly slapping against his stomach as he fucks himself down onto his fingers , all while frustrated noises roll off of his tongue because of course this isn’t enough to make him finish

The frustration only grows when he sees you standing motionless at the door, and he’s quick to tell you to hurry over and fuck him already, even huffing and puffing as he proceeds to turn over and present his ass for you because fuck does he have to do everything around here?

“come on come on come on” he rushes out, hand parting his cheeks to show you his hungry cunt, momentarily wondering if he should just tie you up and use you however he wants.

But just as the thought strikes his head he feels your cock brushing up against the furls of muscles, and a sigh of relief escaping his lips as you finally slide inside him.

Despite the amount of prep there’s a slight burn that comes with the stretch, muscles reflexively resistant as you sink further into him, but he happily welcomes it; toes curling, clawed nails threatening to poke hole in the sheets, as the pleasurable flames slowly but surely engulf him “mfp - ah fuck that’s it yes yes yes, took you ah took you long enough,”

He steadily takes you inch by inch till you’re buried to the hilt; ass flushed with your hips, pressed so close he can practically feel your heartbeat against his skin, even feels himself going lax in as if you’ve finally quenched the fire that’s burning inside of him.

“Couldn’t exactly teleport here now could I?”

Just as he’s about to retort with something sarcastic, you give an experimental roll of your hips cock head brushing up against the wall of nerves that knocks the wind out of him , desperately gasping for air when he demands “Fuck!, oh -oh need more come on, please!!”

“Easy there , going ah- to hurt yourself,” you splurt out , fingers digging into his hips as if to prevent yourself from ramming into the man.

Logan however couldn’t care less, uses his hips to push himself back down onto your length, body shuddering and groans escaping his lips as he starts fucking himself on your dick. “I’ll - ah - I’ll heal,”

That’s when he feels your fingers yank at his hair, pulling him back til his head is resting on your shoulder before driving up into him at a relentless pace, all while keeping a sturdy hand on his hip, turning and twisting his body as you please- as if he weighed nothing .

“This what you wanted huh?” You breathe into his ear while continuously slamming into his hungry cunt.

For a moment he’s unable to muster up a response, lost in the way you’re slamming your hips into him so hard it almost hurts, stretching his body in ways that makes him feel like he’s being split in half on your cock.

But the constant jabs to his prostate eventually coaxes the words right out of him “Yes! Yes! Yes! don’t stop fuck!” He gasps out feels himself already inching closer to his orgasm, and maybe he’d be embarrassed about it if he hadn’t been worked up for such a long time. All he can do now is keep a vice like grip on your cock fearing you’d be cruel enough to pull out when he’s so close to cumming

Fortunately for him you don’t do any of that, instead you continue ramming straight into him til the tension in his balls grow unbearable tight and he’s withering in your arms.

“Cum-cumming-“ is all he manages to blurt out, body tensing for a moment before spurting ropes of cum all over the mattress. “Mph fuck!” He cries out, , world blurring, ears ringing as he continues rides out his high in your arms.

Eventually he stops shaking in your embrace and upon catching his breath he’s hit with the smell of a coppery scent, one heavy eyelid prying open just to be met with the sight of his claws digging into your now bloody hands. A wave of panic rushes through him, and he’s quick to retract his claws before he goes to say something. But just as he’s about to speak you interrupt him “it’s okay”

He doesn’t say a word as he brings your hands to his lips, tongue slipping out and lapping up the bloody mess on your skin.

“Jesus Christ Logan,” you wince out, head dropping into the nook of his neck as he cleans you up, swears he can feel your cock twitching inside as he continues on with his task , his lips all bloody and smiling ear to ear when he says the words “Another round?”