#Role reversal??? Fighting for dominance???

[maphel-n-doodles]

Everyone out here like NO Madara tops, NO Tobirama tops.

None of you have heard of a switch before and it shows. Let these two beat the shit out of each other to determine who tops that day. If they're gonna have a toxic love affair or discover their feelings for one another in an unconventional way, therefore altering the course of future events and fixing the ninja community before shit falls apart we can't just erase switch culture.

I say, before kicking my feet and eating a big serving of submissive pillow princess Tobirama content

[yeonsols-garden]

OMG YESSS I LOVE THEMMM!!!

Looking up to you is my favorite Shoujo manga of all time. It made me realize i just wanted a romance where the roles of male lead and female lead where switched and I've eaten up the crumbs of everything like that since. And now I'm obsessed with Yeonwoo's innoconce. The author decided to grace me with this amazing work of art and i need more people to LOOOOOOOOK!!! 🎄 Marry Christmas 🎄

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[exhaslo]

Dom!miguel x sub!reader but reader pegs miguel

I loveee your story’s btw!

Ohoho, now that's gonna be an interesting one!

Warning: MINORS DNI, SMUT, Pegging, reverse roles but not for long, Miguel questioning why he agreed to this

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This was a mistake.

Miguel knew that it was difficult to say 'no' to you, but this was just one of those moments he should have. The problem was that you looked so cute when you asked him to do this. You were never the dominant one in the bed, so Miguel wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt.

And he wanted to see how you would do.

BUT THIS?

Miguel watched in horror as you attempted to put the strap-on around your waist. The limitations he was going to have Lyla on now after you asked to peg him was extremely high. But you looked so cute trying to figure out how to wear the strap-on.

"Aye, c'here." Miguel sighed softly, motioning you over.

"It's heavy-ish. Is this what it feels like to have a dick?" You asked innocently enough.

Miguel glanced into your curious eyes and pulled you in for a kiss. His hands against your waist as he finished putting the belt on. Parting your lips, Miguel let out another soft grunt,

"No, Querida (darling)." He muttered, glancing down at the dildo, "But are you sure this is how you want to start? You could always ride me."

"I-I know," You stuttered, feeling your cheeks warm up, "B-But I read that doing this once....could improve our relationship. And it should give me more confidence while having sex."

"Hm, dunno bout the first part," Miguel hummed, kissing you again, "But if you really want too...then I shall play along."

You smiled towards your loving boyfriend and gave him a deep kiss. You were nervous, but Miguel was there to help you. Biting your lower lip as Miguel laid against the bed, you tried to recall what he would do to you in this situation.

You started off by kissing his chest. Your hands reaching for his cock as you began to stroke him. You wanted Miguel to enjoy himself as you tried something new. Hopefully, he would like it.

As you pleasured Miguel, you felt yourself getting hot. There was a deep temptation in you to have Miguel forget this whole plan and have him fuck you senseless. You were always the bottom in the relationship and you didn't mind.

You struggled as you felt your own burning desire grow.

Watching Miguel groan and arch his hips, you knew that it was time. You were nervous, but you asked Miguel to get on his knees. A shiver ran down your spine as you realized that you were in control at his moment.

"Let...Let me know if it hurts,"

You inhaled deeply as you gripped the dildo in your hand while the other rested against Miguel's ass. As you poked the tip of the dildo against his hole, you gasped and went to grab the lube, causing your boyfriend to chuckle.

"You're so cute."

"Sorry! It would have really hurt!" You apologized, rubbing the toy with lube, "Now....Now let me know if it hurts."

The nerves started to kick in as you watched Miguel grip onto the bedsheets when you started to enter his ass. You weren't sure how well this was going as you pushed the dildo half-way in.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yea. Just...not used...to this," Miguel groaned before turning his head to look at you, "But I trust you, baby."

Miguel was regretting this so much. This was uncomfortable, but if it was for your confidence, then he would push through. After all, Miguel had been through worse in his fights against super villains, but that was a story for another time.

You on the other hand, were getting jealous. You were so hot and wet and watching the dildo enter Miguel's ass made you want him to ravish you. It was a silly thought since this was all your idea, but you couldn't stop the thoughts.

Slowly moving your hips, you watched Miguel's body language. You didn't want to go too fast or too rough since this was both of your first times, but you were enjoying it.

Miguel would grunt ever now and then, gripping the bedsheets with every thrust. You assumed it was a good sign. As you moved your hips, you leaned forward and went to reach for Miguel's cock, stroking it at the same time.

"Aye, baby...really testing me today, huh?" Miguel said with a soft chuckle.

You kissed the back of his neck, stroking his dick while thrusting into his ass.

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Only if you are," Miguel groaned softly.

You felt your cheeks flush as Miguel's dick twitched in your hand. You bit your lower lip, wanting to whine since you wanted his dick inside you. Moving your hips as fast as you good, you wanted to make Miguel cum before having him take over.

"(Y/N)!" Miguel hissed as you felt his cum cover your hand.

You whimpered, growing more jealous by the second. Miguel cam so quickly when you touched his dick. Did that mean he was enjoying this?

"Miggy, ready to swap?" You asked.

As you pulled out, you gasped softly as Miguel was swift to swap places with you. The strap-on disappearing to the other side of the room while Miguel shoved his dick inside your throbbing hole.

"Ah~ D-Did...you not like it?" You asked, curiously. Miguel brought you in for a kiss,

"It was different, yes, but I can't say I didn't...enjoy it slightly. It's always hot when you take over," He said with a smile.

"So...we can do this again?" You asked. Miguel hummed as he started his thrusts,

"Let my ass recover first...then I'll think about it."

"Okay~"

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Haha, hope I got the reaction right. Hope you enjoyed~

[da-rulah]

Could you please do fan fic where Copia is gay or/and with a ftm(female to male) trans guy?

This has been on my mind since you requested it, and I apologise it's taken so long. Can you believe I missed out on writing this during PRIDE MONTH!? What a twat. I apologise. Usual stuff; work/life balance, writing for my big fics etc. etc but you had me at 'gay copia'. I hope you enjoy...

18+, MDNI! CW/ MxM, soft smut, comfort, gay sex, anal fingering, anal penetration, hand job, cumming inside, this is soppy as shit and I love it fight me.

OH MY GOD there's art to go with this now... Thank you so much to my incredibly talented bestie, @delulluart for this stunning pencil drawing. (Warning, it's NSFW... of course.)

Tagging my usual tag list, but if this kind of thing isn't for you, then that's absolutely fine. 💕

Do you know how tiring it is to always be in command? To always be the figure of authority? Copia does. There's no escape from it... He has no choice but to be the figurehead of the ministry, the one everybody turns to for help, for advice, for relief...

How was he ever supposed to feel relief? Who would take care of his stresses? Who would allow him the space to just let go?

Today, he practically crawls back into his chambers, just grateful to be in a place he can call his own again. No disturbances or expectations; just peace to unwind. Except, he wasn't alone. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

As soon as he shuts the door behind him, there he is; his lover, Brother Adan, stepping from the bedroom to greet him in his living space.

"Hello handsome," he smirks, his eyes soft with adoration. "I saw your schedule today, figured you may want to see me?"

He was correct; Copia very much wanted to see him.

"You always know what I want before I do, eh?" Copia chuckles, slumping back against the door. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long..."

"You know I wouldn't mind if you did," he shrugs, walking over to Copia and wrapping his arms around his soft waist. "What do you need tonight, Papa? Cuddles and computer games, or do you need to uh... release your frustrations?"

Copia thought for a moment. He wasn't sure he had the energy, and frankly, he'd been commanding his clergy around all damn day. The last thing he wanted to do was come home and be the picture of dominance again. He wanted to be taken care of, to be reminded what it was like to let someone else take control. But in the arrangement Copia had with his Adan, they had never reversed the roles like that.

He was sure that he was capable, no doubt about that, but it just so happened that the natural roles of their situationship had made Copia the giver, and Adan the receiver. He hesitated, wondering if it might sound silly to request he give up his Papa authority for the night.

"Papa, what is it?" Adan asked, concerned. He could clearly see the inner battle going on behind his bewitching eyes.

"I... was wondering if..." Copia stutters, stumbling over his words like a fool. "If you would... maybe, eh... take control, tonight?" Adan tilts his head in question, the request sinking in.

"You mean... take care of you?" he smiles, running his fingertips through Copia's greying and overgrown hair. Copia nods meekly, unable to look him in the eye. "Oh, Copia... Don't feel any shame for that. Of course I can. You must be so tired of being in command all the time, hm?"

Copia meets his eyes, full of understanding and compassion. "Sí..."

"I'm sorry I never offered this before. You must have thought I was only happy to bottom, hm?" Adan chuckled. "I just thought that's what you wanted, but I can do both, my love." Adan moves the hand still around Copia's waist to his gloved hand, lacing his fingers with his own. "Come on, come and lay down with me."

Adan slowly leads Copia into the bedroom, gently as if guiding an exhausted gazelle to a watering hole. Copia could already feel himself sinking into a role of submission, tension beginning to drain from his shoulders from the relief of being allowed the space to fall.

Without a word, Adan sat him at the end of the bed, crouching down at his feet to remove his shoes and socks one at a time. Copia sat and watched, dumbfounded, as Adan meticulously and slowly undressed him layer by layer, until he was sat completely nude and vulnerable. Then as Adan stood upright and stepped back, he held eye contact with Copia, sweet and playful, as he too undressed himself.

"Lay back, Copia," he instructed, crawling onto the bed beside him and following until they both lay on the pillows, Copia on his back and staring innocently into Adan's eyes who lay on his side, propped up by his elbow.

Adan began to trace his fingertips over Copia's bare chest, running through the salt and pepper chest hair over his pecks and down across his stomach, only to tease as he got lower by retreating back up. Copia gulped, his bare hands balling into fists at his sides to refrain from moving. Adan didn't miss the way his cock, laying heavy and soft against his hip, had begun to fill out just from the lightest of touches.

Adan's hand travelled down the length of Copia's torso one more time, before retreating and coming to cradle his cheek and pull him towards him for a deep, slow kiss. Copia moaned immediately, gripping the sheets below him. His mind went blank, any and all stress from the day clearing out only to be replaced by fog.

As they lost themselves in their slow kiss, tongues marrying together deliciously, Adan reached his hand down one more time, finally reaching for Copia's length and palming him against his thigh. It hadn't taken long, but both men were completely erect, enjoying the sensual nature of their embrace.

As soon as Adan's hand finally wrapped around Copia's shaft, his jaw went slack, a moan rumbling from within. Adan kept kissing him, unbothered that Copia had stopped and only wanting to continue to please his Papa.

"Is this enough, my love? Or do you wish for more tonight?" he asked, wanting to give Copia the experience he needed tonight, utterly selflessly.

"Per favore, amore... will you fill me? I-It's been so long since I've felt that," he gasped, stuttering while Adan's hand worked him in long, languid strokes.

"Of course, sweet thing. Let me prep you first, hm? We can't rush this..."

"Sí, sí," Copia babbled, allowing Adan to roll him over onto his front and spread his knees just enough. Copia kept supplies in his bedside cabinet for convenience since Adan began staying the night a lot more often, and so Adan reached for the bottle of lubrication he knew he'd need.

He still lay beside Copia, wanting him to feel secure, loved and comforted by his body pressing into his, still able to deliver kisses and praises directly to Copia's ear.

He began with one finger, allowing the slick digit to circle Copia's already fluttering rim before he attempted to dip inside. Copia felt incredibly relaxed already, but with the stimulation to his hole he was struggling all the more to keep his hips still against the bed, rutting his erection into the mattress. Adan just smiled at his responsive partner, knowing he was already feeling the pleasure he'd intended.

With an extra drizzle of lubrication, Adan began to press his fingertip into Copia, slowly to accommodate the stretch that he certainly wasn't used to these days. Copia groaned in pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as he buried half his face in the pillow below him. His paints were going to transfer to the sheets, but that was a problem for later. He needed grounding in that moment.

Adan did his best to work Copia open with just the one finger at first, eventually adding two. All the while, Copia was losing his mind at the sensation. So close to his prostate, and yet, not enough for stimulation; it was winding him up, building a knot of dull tension in his abdomen.

With some time, Adan was able to use three fingers, widening the gap for himself to fit neatly inside when the time came. Copia's groans and whines were muffled by his pillow, and yet each one travelled straight down to Adan's cock, which Copia could feel against his hip while he toyed with his hole.

"A-Adan, please..." Copia begged, professing that he was ready without having to say the words.

"Shhh, it's okay Copia. I've got you," he soothed, retracting his fingers and rolling Copia onto his side so he faced away from him. He reached for the lube again, this time coating his own length generously, before dribbling more where Copia would need him. "We'll take it slow, hm?"

"Yes, yes, just please... I need you, Adan..." Adan chuckled a little at that, sliding his palm between Copia's thighs so he could lift one and allow him the room to line his tip up with Copia's hole.

The initial stretch was uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant thanks to Adan's careful preparation. And still, he was gentle, giving Copia plenty of time to get used to him inch by inch. Already, Adan was becoming drunk on the gasps and moans that spilled from Copia's lips, and he couldn't help but press kisses to his neck, nipping gently at the skin whil his hands squeezed Copia's thigh in an attempt to control his own pleasures. It had been a while for Adan too, to feel the tightness of another man around him. Fuck, how he missed it...

Copia gained some confidence, rocking his hips back into Adan's and reaching his arm back to hold his hips in place to bounce against. Adan groaned against Copia's shoulder, losing himself to the passion of the moment too.

After a little while, he could take it no longer, rolling Copia to have his back pressed to his chest and sitting himself up enough to grip tightly onto the back of Copia's neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss as he pistoned his hips deep into him. Copia lifted his leg for a better angle, wrapping his own arm around Adan's bicep and holding on tightly as he groaned into the kiss, each thrust audibly stuttering his moans.

The pair were completely wrapped up in each other, losing themselves together. Adan's grip on Copia's neck tightened, before dropping down to press into Copia's stomach and digging his fingertips into the softness of his belly. Fucking hell, Adan loved his body, soft and warm in his grip. He could feel the way his stomach turned into rolls each time he thrusted into him, Copia curling up tightly each time.

With every upward thrust, Copia's prostate was throbbing with pleasure, his cock bouncing from the force of Adan's movements and aching from the lack of contact. He could only whine at the feeling of being so close, so fucking close, that he thought his entire body was about to burst.

He wanted to beg, to plead, to tell Adan how much he adored him, how much he needed this but just the thought of parting their heated kiss as he fucked into him was regretful. but it was Adan who parted first, grunting and growling in a way Copia rarely heard from him. He was about to cum deep inside his Papa, unable to stop himself and so his pace picked up, determined to finish Copia off before himself.

He reached his hand down to wrap his deft fingers around Copia's shaft, beginning to pump him to completion while he hammered into his prostate. Copia cried out, his nails digging into Adan's arm as his eyes rolled back into his head and his body lost it's fight to stay composed. Copia's cock jerked in Adan's hand, thick ropes of warm cum erupting onto his own stomach with the last remnants dribbling down Adan's fist. The sight and sound alone was enough to finish Adan off, his rhythm falling off as he shot his own load deep inside Copia.

Adan stilled, enjoying the last few minutes of connection sheathed inside Copia's warmth as the two of them came down from their highs, heavy breaths and gentle whimpers filling the silence. Copia's eyes fluttered open, searching Adan's who seemed to be doing the same - asking a silent question, or confessing a silent thought.

"I think... I think I am I love with you, Adan..." Copia whispered, losing his confidence the moment he uttered a syllable. Neither of them had expected something quite this serious when their arrangement began, but there was no denying the electricity between them.

Adan just grinned, once again holding Copia close to him by the back of his neck, his fingers playing with the sweat dampened locks of hair at the nape.

"And it would seem, Papa, I'm in love with you too," he admitted, not a moment of hesitation now he knew where Copia was too. The two men shared a soft kiss, longing for one another as if they weren't as close as could possibly be right then.

"I suggest a nice, soothing, hot bath to recover, hm? Let the stress just melt away, together?" Adan proposed, stroking the hair from Copia's forehead. He could only nod in response, too tired and drunk on him to form words. "I'll be right back, my love."

With a kiss to the tip of Copia's barely painted nose, Adan gently removed himself from his side and made his way into the bathroom to run a hot bath filled with salts and essential oils to soothe his poor Papa's body and mind.

The two of them spent the evening in the bath together, Copia enveloped in the warmth of the water and his lover behind him. He'd never been so cared for, so loved by another than he was with Adan around. Suddenly, the burden of being Papa didn't feel quite so heavy anymore...

[billcyphersballsack]

Actually no joke I need to see more slay the monster (or whatever the reverse au is called) content.

I need to see the princesses perspectives translated into voices I need to hear how they think how they process. So much of (some of) the perspectives power comes from their control over their situations and I wanna know what they’d do with that partially taken away

I need to see the voices translated into perspectives I need to see how their forms are twisted and shaped by the princesses interactions with them.

I NEED to see how the narrator would respond to the shift. The entire reason the voice of the hero initially puts doubt in the player and hints that the narrators word might not be law is by pointing out the obvious tonal dissonance of a hero SLAYING a princess rather than SAVING her. But that doesn’t exist with slay the monster. The narrator wouldn’t need to work as hard to convince the player that they’re doing “the right thing” cuz it’s a monster! It’s chained up and dangerous and going to hurt a lot of people if you don’t kill it! The voice of the princess (my decided title for the VOT Hero in this au cuz obviously the actual Princess would be called the shifting mound the same way we’re the long quiet) would then have to take an angle of “we’re supposed to protect our subjects and our people. Monster or not, isn’t that what this creature is?” Which is still an appeal to the common trope as well as your morality. The narrator would play into your role as a princess like crazy going on about your duty to protect the world you rule over and to save innocent people who’s lives are in your hands, basically what he does to the long quiet but more

Mostly though I just think an inverse of their situations in the cabin would be fun. The chapter one princess is such an interesting character because she’s not the perfect victim. Her honey sweet voice and her doe eyes and her innocent scared demeanour aren’t necessarily fabricated just overplayed. She is genuinely scared, that’s the part that’s true, everything else is a desperate appeal to your humanity that you’ll let her go. It becomes somewhat real in the damsel rout when you free her and warn her and fight tooth and nail to save her, but for the most part it’s for show. If you come down there with a knife or decide mid convo you’re actually gonna kill her for real she drops it. She’s harsh and cold and keeps you at arms length, she acts bored and above it all when she speaks to you picking at her nails and glaring at you. GRANTED THAT COULD ALL BE WRONG! Maybe the harsh and cold personality is the fictitious one, a front built up to protect herself from danger, and really the frightened and desperate personality is the real one. MAYBE THEY’RE BOTH REAL! OR MAYBE THEY’RE BOTH MADE UP. It’s probably that last one but for the sake of my bit we’re going with the first one.

The point is the princess tries to appear put together and composed in both these versions of her personality, but deep down she’s like a caged wild animal and isn’t afraid to act like a caged wild animal if she has to

Now imagine the inverse of that, for The Monster

Outwardly a beast who smarls and claws at every surface trying to break free from its prison. If you bring the blade it slinks into the far corner of the room and hisses and spits while you trying and communicate with it but if you go unarmed it will lunge at you held back by its chains just barely. It’s frightening it’s threatening there is no attempt to appeal to any morality or present a domineering front to strong arm you into doing what it wants, it’s just pure violence and fear, a creature who wears its emotions on its sleeve. Depending on what you do it’s iterations become more or less beastly (I’d imagine guys like Stubborn or Broken or Hunted or Cold would get even more violent or reactive but guys like Paranoid or Opportunist or Cheated or Contrarian would have a more pensive and thoughtful approach, you can decide for the rest) but as you play and as you try and speak with it you discover actually there’s a lot more complex thought behind its eyes, and once the fear subsides there’s a person with throught and feelings hiding under all those feathers and teeth. Also not the perfect victim, they also bite the hand that feeds, but like a little to the left you know

Can you tell? Can you tell it’s like a worm digging into my frontal lobe and eating away at my brain? Huh? Can you tell???

[overandundertarot]

What kind of love do you crave?

This reading is interested in finding out the kind of love you crave; what exactly does that entail?

piles 1 -5

PILE ONE;

Cards; Page of swords, Justice.

You are some one who is closed off in love. You have been afraid to get to know someone deeply and intimately, yet this is what you crave. You crave a love where you can be open and honest with your person. For them to see the real you and lay themselves bare in return. Healthy communication too, a love that can provide a foundation and support in your daily life. A love that can carry you through the dark times, ease you when you are stressed. The kind of connection where you spend all night talking to each other and have comfortable silences as well.

PILE TWO;

Cards; Queen of swords, 4 of cups reversed.

A new, exciting love. One that can help you move on from from past hurts and heartbreak. You have resolved not to let past experiences in love hold you back, and are determined to enjoy life to the fullest extent that you are able to. A new love that feels tender and sweet, even maybe somewhat innocent.

PILE THREE;

Cards; 5 of wands reversed, 8 of swords reversed.

A fighting dramatic love, one that can help you overcome your battles, or rises along with them. Heavy banter, snarky, witty. Enemies to lovers type of love. An active love, exercising together, competing toghether. There is this kind of tension where you can't quite put your finger on it and its giving you a rush of adrenaline. The kind of love that makes you change and challenges you to think differently. A lot of mental and intellectual stimulation, physical passion too. A couple thats coming to mind is Devi and Ben from Never Have I Ever.

PILE FOUR;

Cards; High Priestess, 7 of swords, 7 of pentacles.

The love you crave is one that compliments your life. You quite value the material world you have built and you want a love that can enable you to stand in your full power. You dont want a lover that would hold you down, as you are independent and feel that you need to have your breathing space. Fear not, with healthy communication it is entirely possible to achieve this. There are also messages that the type of love you crave may not be socially acceptable/ you feel you may have to keep it secret. Or the secrecy excites you. The energy of this pile is quite feminine, but heavily dominating. You may want to dominate your partner and dont care to conform to society's gender roles. Like a powerful blackwidow who guards her web and devours her conquests.

PILE FIVE;

Cards; High Priestess reversed, 2 of swords reversed.

Pile 5 you may have a tendency to enter toxic relationships and lose your sense of self, maybe using relationships as a form of escapism. The love you crave is earthshattering, one that can make you feel extreme highs and lows. However it is important for you to retain your sense of self and priorities, boundaries( and not just boundaries with other people but boundaries with yourself as well) may feel restrictive and tough in the beginning but they are ultimately for your highest good. It may be easy to be swept up and absolutely enamoured with your lover, and want them to be obsessed with you as well, this usually isn't the case and most people who present themselves this way may be looking to deceive you. Dont lose hope though. You can still experience wondrous, passionate and all consuming love, it might just take a little bit of self reflection and shadow work to reach a healthy balance of nurturing yourself and nurturing your relationship.

[sleepingdeath-light]

shadowheart smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; nobody / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; baldur’s gate 3

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; shadowheart (including: her dark justiciar ending, her selunite ending, and how she is during the main game)

outline ; “smut hcs for shadowheart”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, switch!shadowheart, sadomasochist!shadowheart, lingerie kink, corruption kink, role play, praise kink, body worship

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

main game shadowheart / general headcanons

she’s a switch by nature and can be either a harsh dominant who delights in putting you in your place and flaunting her authority and power over you, or a bratty submissive who is intent on making you earn your place in her bed and won’t make her submission come easy — her demeanour remains the same for the most part regardless of her role, as in she’s not going to suddenly become an obedient little princess once she’s in your bed and allowed you to sexually dominate her, but when she’s subbing she’s more likely to try and push your buttons and try and get you to break and punish her (or, at the very least, to prove to her that you’re able to keep her under control without taking things too far and breaking an agreed upon boundary)

she does have some sadomasochistic tendencies and certainly won’t shy away from rougher forms of play if that’s what you enjoy (e.g. spanking and other forms of impact play, choking and other forms of breath play, hair pulling, marking, etc.), but it’s not exactly something that she brings up during a casual encounter unless you’ve already displayed an explicit interest in those things — otherwise she’ll only really bring up that side of herself after you’ve already been intimate once or twice and are familiar enough with each other to engage in that sort of thing without taking any serious risks (of course being a cleric herself she’s more than capable of healing you both if things get dicey, but she’d prefer to save her energy and spell slots for a time when they might actually be needed, i.e. one of those battles your ragtag group somehow keeps running headfirst into every couple of hours on your way back to baldur’s gate)

shadowheart generally prefers to be on the bottom of whatever position you’re in (and will rebuke any accusations of her being a ‘pillow princess’ because of this preference with about as much sass and snark as you might have come to expect from her), but she’s not completely opposed to topping if you’re less experienced than her or just really uncomfortable doing that (sex isn’t as enjoyable if only one of you is getting off, so if you mention your preferences or limitations to her then she’ll just help you work around them without getting offended or turned off or anything like that) — when it comes to the actual positions themselves, though she’s pretty much up for anything that she can comfortably contort her body to accommodate there are a set few positions that are unbeaten favourites of hers: missionary, cowgirl & reverse cowgirl, and wall/standing sex

while she’s not one to dress up herself (not least of all because your current lifestyle doesn’t really make purchasing and carrying around impractical outfits like lingerie very feesable) she definitely makes her appreciation known whenever you make an effort to pretty yourself up for her and won’t make any attempts to disguise her flirtations or the way her eyes are trailing up and down your body — bonus points if you surprise her with this after bringing her to a secluded area away from camp with plenty of good (or at the very least not-as-shit as the stuff you usually end up getting stuck with on the road) wine and enough food to keep you going until you’re forced to walk back to camp and actually get some rest before another day of travelling, fighting, and problem solving

she’s very talkative during foreplay, both as a domme and a sub, and she’s more than capable of using a mixture of praise and teasing and demands in order to get you into bed with her — the better she knows you the better she gets at pushing your buttons, quickly picking up on exactly what language, what phrases and in what order, are the most effective at getting whatever response she wants out of you (be that to make you flustered and aroused, to help guide you into sub-space, or to goade you into fucking her into her ‘bed’ until she’s too far gone to think about the tadpoles in your heads or her future under lady shar’s guidance)

you’re far from her first partner, which is something she’s never tried to hide from you, and even if she can’t remember specifics in her current state it’s still abundantly clear that shadowheart knows exactly what she’s doing (even if it does take her some time to adapt to your specific needs and preferences as a lover) — this also means that if you’re inexperienced with others that she’s familiar enough with her own body and what she enjoys to help you out and guide you (she will absolutely tease you for it, as she does with most things, but it’s not intended maliciously and she does let you know that she appreciates your efforts and that your lack of experience nothing to be ashamed of)

shadowheart equally enjoys giving and receiving oral, but she does have some preference when it comes to how you both go about either of the two — when she goes down on you she tends to take her time with you, giving you just enough stimulation to make sure that you feel something and react to it without giving you enough to actually push you over the edge, refusing to go further until you stroke her ego enough and beg for it in the way you know she likes (and then she’ll go rough and fast, skilfully pushing you through orgasm after orgasm until there are tears streaming down your cheeks and your voice is too hoarse for her to even hear what you’re saying anymore)… and when she’s receiving oral she much prefers to mount your face and just be able to use you to get off, riding your tongue and lips as you grope at her thighs and moan and groan into her cunt, trying to keep her voice steady as she praises and teases you, not stopping until you lose your patience and grab onto her hips and take control from her (or, if she’s the dominant one that evening, until you perform the agreed upon safe-action and snap her out of her fervour)

dark justiciar shadowheart specific headcanons

she’s equally as comfortable topping or bottoming for you, but once she’s accepted her new role in the nightsinger’s church shadowheart becomes much more confident as a domme and much less willing to hand over control to anyone else in any context — and as a domme she becomes much more sadistic and willing to degrade and hurt you (that being said, she still never crosses your agreed upon boundaries and never does or says anything that will push you away from her or leave any serious lasting damage in its wake — she may be crueler these days, and her lady may not permit any outside attachments, but she still does care for you and doesn’t want to lose what little of your connection still remains before her goddess forces her to cut you off)

she’s comfortable enough with flirting and playing with you in public and semi-public settings as long as you don’t act overly familiar or intimate with her (she’s a dark justiciar now, love isn’t something that’s welcome in her world) — so while groping, grinding, spanking, fucking, and making out are all on the cards as long as she’s not in a sacred place or around company where such acts wouldn’t be permitted, things like kissing, hugging, cuddling, and the sharing of ‘sweet nothings’ are all off limits for you both

in previous years she was never too fond of being called any specific thing in the bedroom, nor did she ever feel the need to call her bedmates anything in turn, but recently she’s found herself to be extremely receptive to you referring to her by her title (‘dark justiciar’, ‘justiciar’, or even ‘mistress’ in the right circumstance), and calling her that is pretty much guaranteed to have her giving you a look that promises nothing short of an eventful evening and a struggle to walk the next day — honestly doing anything that praises her for (or generally just emphasises) her devotion to lady shar and her role in her church is enough to appeal to her ego and get her hot under the collar (does this count as a religious kink? maybe)

she has a very distinct and obvious corruption kink and constantly teases you about leading you down a darker path and converting you to her lady’s church, sprinkling these comments in amongst her usual teasing when she’s got a finger or two inside of you (or when you’re inside of her) — granted for as much as she wishes you’d join her, shadowheart does still value you as a person and won’t force you to convert as she has others in the past… but if you engage in a bit of roleplay in the bedroom and decide to indulge her thoughts and lean into the whole corruption and conversion thing then she’s definitely not going to be complaining about that (in fact it’s only going to make her more aroused and more desperate to hear you scream her name)

because she’s no longer able to publicly claim you as a partner, nor behave in any sort of way that might indicate a sense of monogamy or devotion between the two of you, shadowheart has developed something of a marking kink when it comes to you and you’ll rarely make it out of an encounter with her without an obvious mark or two — most of her marks are hickies and bites as those are the easiest for her to give you, but she’s also partial to the idea of permanently branding or scarring you in some way (with your express approval, obviously)

as a justiciar shadowheart’s pretty much always busy with some task or another (overtaking a town, demolishing ‘lesser’ gods’ temples and artifacts, educating and finding new recruits, helping other believers settle into their new roles in the church, etc.), which means that it’s exceptionally rare that the two of you are able to afford to be with each other for more than a few minutes at a time — thus quickies have become a necessary staple of whatever it is you share: pushing each other against the wall and making out with your hands under each other’s clothing to hurriedly get off before she’s called off to the thousandth meeting of the week, bending her over her desk and fucking her to completion (or vice versa) before she’s set to retire for the evening, sneaking away during a rare get together with old friends to get off amongst the shrubbery and returning back to camp before anyone noticed your absence, etc… (needless to say you both become very familiar with each other and consequently very effective at making the most of what little time you have)

she prefers positions that allow her to be more detached from you as she struggles to fully repress her old feelings when she’s with you: doggy, concubine, reverse cowgirl, one of you facing the wall and the other stood behind you, and so on — if she can’t see your face then she can’t get distracted by things that should no longer influence her, which means that you can both keep seeing each other without shar’s explicit disapproval

selunite shadowheart specific headcanons

after a lifetime’s worth of pain and strife, she finds herself settling into her new quieter life with you and greatly enjoying the chance to slow down and appreciate the little things about being in a relationship that she would have never given much thought before you — this naturally means that she leans more towards long and thorough foreplay (with lots of body worship, praise, and playful banter) as opposed to quickies focused on just getting you both off as soon as possible (it also means that she’s much more cuddly and affectionate after sex, but that’s neither here nor there)

she prefers positions that allow for the most intimacy and connection, such as missionary or spooning, but there are occasions where she wants nothing more than to just be fucked stupid until the pains of her past can’t reach her at which point she generally doesn’t care what position she’s in as long as it ensures you hit all the right spots inside of her when she needs you to — either way, she’ll still appreciate you making the effort to make her more comfortable (grabbing her hands and squeezing them reassuringly, kissing her lips/cheeks/spine/shoulderblades/neck, whispering comforting words and sweet nothings just low enough for her to hear them, etc.), and know that she’s always going to do the same for you when she’s able to do so

as much as she adores the relaxing mundanity and routine of your new life together, she can still appreciate shaking things up with some roleplay here and there — usually this means roughly recreating certain scenarios from your adventuring days or handpicked scenes from the books you’ve picked up from stores much like sharess’ caress, they’re always a little bit silly and a smidge awkward at first as you each take some time to settle into your roles, but it’s always a good deal of fun and absolutely worth the time it takes to set up beforehand and clean up after you’ve had your fun (she always insists on being very thorough about this after going to sleep after one half-assed cleaning and waking up to some assorted flower petals stuck to her backside… including one that she later realised to be an irritant if left in contact with the skin for a long period of time, like sleeping on it for several hours… needless to say she was not pleased about that)

settling down doesn’t make her tongue any less sharp and even years after making a home with you she’s still just as able to tease and banter with you as she was back on the road to baldur’s gate — of course nowadays her remarks aren’t as biting and usually come when she’s either being a brat and goading you into taking charge, or when she’s teasing you for being so reactive to her touch as a domme, and there’s a lingering softness in her voice that was never there before, but rest assured that domestic bliss hasn’t tamed that part of her and, gods willing, it never will

now that she’s settled down and actually has a stream of income, she’s much more able to doll herself up to surprise you after you’ve been out tending to the garden and the animals all day — she has an extensive collection of lingerie sets in different styles that all somehow manage to suit her perfect despite the stark differences in design and materials from one set to the next

she’s very vocal about how much she enjoys watching you work the land and how distracting of a sight it is for her, especially if you happen to roll up your sleeves to do it, which naturally means that the best way to rile her up is to do exactly that and then ask her if she wants to go inside and take a quick break from your daily chores — you will not make it to your bedroom, you barely make it far enough into the house to land on the settee before she’s on you because she knows exactly what game you’re playing at and she’s not about to waste any more time than she needs to in order to get exactly what she wants

shadowheart is a big fan of outdoor sex so long as nobody else is around to catch you — for example, she’s perfectly fine making love to you on the beach beside a secluded lake or in the middle of the forest on a moonlit night, but she’ll politely shut down any propositions from you if she knows that there are other people close enough by that they could hear you and catch you both in the act

[moons-dunes]

Let Go

For Kinktober - Prompt: Role Reversal

Kinktober Masterlist

18+ Only MDNI

Pairing: sub!Jake Lockley x dom!female reader

Summary: Jake does not let go of control easily, but he wants to. You help him out.

WC: 2.5k

A/N: Yes a posted a different fic for this prompt, I just hated how it turned out and couldn’t leave it alone. I kept the basic bones of it, just made it into something I’m actually proud of.

This work contains: this is porn with feelings, sub Jake but he’s a brat about it at first, reader is a fairly hard dom, power play, use of handcuffs, edging, bj, face sitting, brief fingering, begging, PiV, riding, mild overstim, Jake has feelings. I was feeling soft for Jake today. Please let me know if I missed anything!

It was a rare occurrence for Jake to give control over to someone else, to put himself in an even slightly vulnerable position.

Because Jake Lockley was not known for going down without a fight, or going down at all really.

He was headstrong, and he adamantly refused to take anything lying down, sitting, or standing up. His stubbornness came as naturally to him as breathing. It was how he survived, and in turn made sure the system was safe. He couldn’t let go of the reins if he wanted to.

Then you happened.

It didn’t happen overnight, but after some time he was able to let his guard down around you. You were beyond patient with him, and always tried to create a safe space for all three of them.

And you eventually became Jake’s safe haven. Where he could be himself, and not be on high alert constantly. Behind those steel walls he put up around himself he hid a desire to simply be cared for, but it wasn’t easy to show that.

He loved when you took control over him, but his deep rooted instinct always told him to make you work for it.

And work for it you did.

You always seemed to default to being submissive with Jake, which you chalked up to his more assertive demeanour.

So when he brought up the idea of switching things up in the bedroom, you were shocked. Enthusiastic, but shocked. You had fallen into a more dominant role before with Steven and sometimes even Marc, but never with Jake.

You knew full well that he wouldn’t make it easy for you. You were counting on it.

Thankfully, you loved a good challenge.

Jake let out a grunt as you shoved him against the wall with a thud, your hands pressed firmly against his shoulders.

You both frantically pulled each other’s clothes off, your lips only leaving him to shed your shirts. He yanked your sweats down along with your underwear, and you kicked them off before fiddling with his belt. You got it undone quickly, moving on to unbutton and unzip his jeans. The denim dropped to the ground and you pushed his boxers down with them to let him step out of them.

“I’m in charge tonight,” you leaned in to whisper in his ear, brushing your lips against his skin. “So be good for me and I’ll make sure you're well taken care of.”

He let out a chuckle, and you pulled back to raise a brow at him like he so often did to you.

“Not an ice cube's chance in hell, doll,” he challenged you with a smug grin, so you smiled right back. “So why don’t you get your pretty ass on the bed?”

His hands grabbed your ass hard, pulling you closer against him than you already were. You mirrored the action, squeezing your hands over his bare skin. You walked backwards, pulling him with you until you felt your legs hit the bed. In one swift move you turned the two of you around and pushed him down onto the softness of the mattress, quickly climbing on top of him to straddle his stomach and hold his hands over his head.

“Let’s try this again,” you took on a more warning tone as you spoke, brushing your nose against his. “Behave.”

The defiance didn’t leave his pretty brown eyes, which you expected. He didn’t try to flip you off of him either, so progress was being made.

“You gonna make me?” He asked with a smirk, shifting under you.

“Do you want me to make you?” You countered, pressing down harder on his wrists.

His breath hitched for a split second at your question, but you didn’t miss the little glint of excitement that crossed his face.

“Maybe,” he answered after a moment, his breathing picking up.

You huffed out a quick laugh, letting go of his wrists to lean over to open the bedside drawer. Your hand shuffled through the contents until you found what you were looking for, and pulled them out to hold them above Jake’s face.

His eyes followed the shiny metal handcuffs as they dangled, swinging ever so slightly. He had used them on you plenty of times.

You moved fast and grabbed his left wrist first, closing the ring of metal around him before looping the chain through the slats of the headboard before doing the same to his right wrist.

“There we go, much better,” you teased, tapping your palm against his cheek lightly.

You moved down his body, leaving little kisses and love bites along the way until you seated yourself between his legs

He let out a small gasp as you wrapped your hand around his quickly hardening cock, squeezing lightly to watch him squirm.

“I’d say you like it when I’m a bit rough with you, huh?” You teased as you gathered the bit of precum leaking out of his tip, spreading it across his length with a slow pump of your hand.

He didn’t dignify that with a response, just watched you with his increasingly intense gaze.

He did, however, let out a choked grunt when you ran your tongue across the underside of his cock before taking the tip into your mouth.

You slowly lowered your head until his tip hit the back of your throat, using your hand to circle what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Jake tilted his head back with a loud moan as the warm wetness of your mouth surrounded his cock, jangling the chain of the cuffs as he instinctively went to grab your hair.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, watching you bob your head up and down slowly. You looked at him through your lashes, watching as the look of pleasure took over his hard gaze.

You were moving at an agonizingly slow pace, and he knew you were doing it on purpose just to tease him further.

He bucked his hips up slightly to meet your mouth halfway, making you gag a bit. You looked up at him with a muffled growl, placing your hands on his hips to hold them down.

“Stay still,” the look in your eyes seemed to scold him.

Mercifully, you started bobbing your head faster. Jake let his head fall back, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of your mouth over him. The way your tongue moved mixed with the amount of suction you had perfected was intoxicating.

The expression on Jake’s face while you sucked him off never failed to make your pussy drip; that look of pure bliss. You’d never get tired of watching him slowly get consumed by the pleasure you gave him.

His moans were growing louder and more frequent as you sped up your movements, drowning out the jangling of the cuffs. As you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, you pulled yourself off of him.

It took Jake a second to realize what just happened, and he looked at you with furrowed brows as you sat up with a pleased look on your face.

You wrapped your hand around his spit-slick cock again and started jerking him off at a fast pace, watching with a smile as he hissed and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Oh you’re going to be in so much trouble when we’re done here,” he spat out, and you just chuckled.

“In case you haven't noticed, I’m calling the shots here,” you reminded him, squeezing your hand around him to watch him squirm. “So I’d start behaving if I were you.”

You jerked your hand faster, drawing whimpers and moans out of him. You continued like that until you could tell he was close again, then you stopped.

He let out a frustrated groan, gritting his teeth.

You climbed back up him until you were more or less sitting on his quickly rising and falling chest, all the while he was glaring at you.

“Real cute, mi amor, but-“

You cut him off by squeezing his cheeks with one hand, making his lips pucker out.

“That’s enough out of you,” you spat out, gripping his face hard. “I’m gonna sit on your pretty face, and you’re going to appreciate it. Got it?”

Fuck, you weren’t playing around.

He nodded the best he could, eyes wide and full of lust as he looked up at you. You let go of his jaw, moving up so your wet cunt was hovering right over his face. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, desperate to taste you.

“Tap on the headboard if you need me to get off,” your tone softened a bit, and he nodded silently again. “Show me.”

He grumbled and rolled his eyes but did it anyway, knocking his knuckles against the wooden headboard to make a loud tapping sound.

“Good,” was the last word out of your mouth before you lowered yourself down, pressing your pussy over his waiting mouth.

Jake didn’t waste a second before skillfully finding your clit with his tongue, then latched his lips around you and got to work. He sucked lightly and swirled his tongue, humming at the taste of you.

You moaned loudly and closed your thighs around his head, bracing your hands on the wall in front of you.

This show of power had him achingly hard, bucking his hips up into nothing as he lapped at your folds. Your moans hit his ears like his favorite song; it sent an unexplainable warmth through him to know that he was the one making you feel so good.

He moved his tongue from your clit to your entrance, greedily drinking you in and moaning against you. Your thighs clenched around his head for a moment when you felt his nose bump against your clit, so he buried his face further into you to make you do it again.

Jake got lost in the taste of you, in how you were starting to roll your hips, and of course in the pretty sounds you made.

Which made it that much more jarring when you suddenly lifted off of him.

He sucked in deep breaths, filling his lungs with the air they were starting to crave. Once he reoriented himself, he looked up at you with furrowed brows.

You sat yourself back down across his lower stomach, cupping his face in your hands.

“As nice as you would look with my cum all over your handsome face…” you trailed off as you looked down at him with a pleased smile, running your hands from his cheeks down to his chest. “I’d much rather do this.”

You moved yourself so that your wet pussy was hovering over his insanely hard cock, your slit just barely brushing over his tip.

When you didn’t drop yourself down Jake looked at you with pleading eyes, his resolve starting to crumble around him.

He needed you so damn bad. And he wanted you like this, completely taking control over him. It felt so good to be able to let go knowing he would be safe with you.

“Beg me, pretty boy,” you coaxed him, barely brushing your wet slit against the tip of his cock again. “I know you can do it.”

Jake swallowed hard, clenching his jaw.

“Not gonna happen,” his defiance came back full force, and you looked at him in surprise.

“Alright, have it your way then,” you were eerily calm as you spoke, lifting yourself higher up over him before swiping two of your fingers along your drenched slit to gather your wetness before pushing them into yourself.

You started thrusting them, scissoring your fingers to stretch yourself out nicely. Droplets of your wetness fell onto his abdomen and cock, driving him to near insanity.

“Beg.”

You didn’t stop the movement of your hand, your breathing picking up as you fucked yourself with your own fingers.

“Dammit! Please!” He blurted out suddenly, pulling at the cuffs around his wrists. “I need you so fucking bad, honey. I’ll be good now, promise. You’re killing me here!”

A blush crept up his chest and cheeks, even to the tips of his ears. You couldn’t help but to genuinely smile at the sight.

You knew that was probably the best you were going to get from him, so you decided to show some mercy.

You pulled your fingers from your cunt before shoving them into his mouth, satisfied when he started swirling his tongue around your digits and cleaning them nicely for you.

Not more than a few seconds later, you slowly lowered yourself down onto him. He bit down on your fingers, a muffled moan sounding around them.

You started slowly lifting yourself up and down on his cock, pushing your fingers further into his mouth.

“I knew you’d come around,” you teased through sharp breaths, thrusting your fingers into his mouth in time with the bouncing of your hips. “I just needed to rough you up a bit, didn’t I?”

He nodded around your fingers, his cheeks getting redder by the second. You pulled your wet fingers from his mouth, wiping them off on his heated cheek.

“Awww. Are you embarrassed, sweetheart?” You felt his cock twitch at your words, so you started moving faster. “Or do you like when I treat you like this?”

He nodded again, his eyes screwing shut as he tilted his head back. With his mouth now free, his moans and little whines sounded louder. You knew he was close.

The way he looked under you, desperate and needy, spurred on your own climax. You never thought you would have him under you like this, let alone have him enjoy it as much as he was.

“Shit!” He cursed as he came, tensing beneath you and pressing his head back against the bed. His mouth hang open as you kept fucking yourself on him, his brows knitting together.

Soon enough, you came around him with a satisfied groan. You rode him throughout your orgasm, pulling constant whines from him as you clenched around his sensitive cock.

Once the fog passed, you gently lifted yourself off of him. Finding the keys to the cuffs, you freed his wrists and made sure to press gentle kisses to the red marks they left.

“I’ll be right back,” you whispered to him, kissing his cheek before you quickly got a couple warm washcloths.

He laid there with his eyes closed, his breathing slowly evening out as you took extra care to clean him up. When you started to clean his face, you noticed a tear roll down his cheek.

“Jake, honey,” you couldn’t keep the panic out of your voice, cupping his face gently. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I’m so sor-“

“Thank you,” he stopped you, grabbing your hand and pressing his lips to the back of it.

“What?” You asked, confused but relieved at the same time. “For what, baby?”

“For letting me let go.”

[bigbadvoxbox]

Heyyyy, I saw that lucifer was on your list of characters to write for (Yippee!) and thought I’d drop a request in, would you mind doing a request for a transmasc reader pegging luci? I’m sure he’s an absolute power bottom, thank youuuuu :3

it's like ur in my brain

- Lucifer never expected things to turn out this way. I mean, he had his suspicions with Lilith, but he didn't think he was THIS into it. He almost always topped with Lilith, Eve too, and even though he occasionally had the little thought about reversing the roles, it never intrigued him enough to look into it.

- Til you brought it up.

- Good GOD (pun intended) it was a great decision to listen to you.

- Bro is the loudest, whiniest power bottom ever, encouraging and praising you while he's panting like a bitch.

- Has his legs wrapped around your waist because he likes seeing your face when he gets fucked, and likes it when you can see his.

- Hair pulling, back scratching, biting, the whole deal.

- He fucking LOVES when you peg him, he thinks you're so handsome and just can't get enough of the satisfied smirk on your face when you hit the soft spot in him that has his back arching and his brain turning to mush.

- It would all be started because he accidentally said the wrong phrase or word, accidentally making some sort of sexual innuendo instead of what he thought he was saying, but god he does not regret it one bit when he sees the way you smirk and raise an eyebrow at him.

- He's so kissy and affectionate too, always wants your lips on his while you're fucking wrecking that ass. It's messy and loving and playful.

- He will occasionally fight for dominance, but believe me when I say that it is a fight he does not want to win. You two just end up rolling around on the bed in all sorts of positions, almost playfighting, pinning each other down, pulling each other's hair, but it's all done out of love (and lust), and always ends with you two making out like you're trying to swallow each other hole.

- He loves when you hold his face while you two kiss during sex, it's so close, so loving, and makes him melt under you.

- Fun Fact about Lucifer too

that man KNOWS how to use his tongue. Just thought I'd put this out there.

- He can just be going about his day, with his little rubber ducks and whatnot, and he notices you eyeing him up, before glancing under the bed where the box your strap is kept in is placed. He knows, and suddenly, ughhh what a long day, he's done with work for the day and he's so ready for something nice for some stress relief. If only somebody could help him destress. Maybe a bath? Some snacks? A movie? Getting fucked in the ass until you're both a sweaty mess on his bed? Yeah, that sounds like the best option.

I hope this is good! You got great taste in men! Good day to ya, anon!

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 3: Best Friends

Word Count: 756/Rating: M/Pairing: None/CW: canon-compliant, bullying, violence/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Jason Carver, Andy, Patrick McKinney, Lucas Sinclair, Gareth's POV, canon dialogue used throughout

Divider credit to @silkholland

Eddie Munson is not a punctual person, but he’s always on time for two things: Hellfire Club meetings and band practice. 

So when he’s nowhere to be found nearly fifteen minutes after practice is supposed to start, Gareth can’t help but worry. 

“Maybe we should just start without him?” Jeff offers shyly, unsure if it’s the right call or not. 

Grant shakes his head. “We’ll give him another five minutes. Maybe he got pulled over again.”

Gareth nods, but his insides churn. Something is wrong. He can feel it. 

That sense of dread is confirmed when Jason Carver, Patrick McKinney, and Andy Shay make their way up to the garage. 

Gareth notices them first, bringing his drumming to an abrupt end. Jeff and Grant go still when they see what caused him to stop playing. 

Fear catches in Gareth’s throat. He’s never had a pleasant interaction with any of them. Every conversation has ended with mockery or the jocks shoving him to the ground. 

That was how Gareth had met Eddie—the former had been pushed into a locker by Andy, seeing stars as his books fell to the ground. Eddie stopped to help him, saw his notebook filled with angsty song lyrics and DnD-inspired doodles, and the rest was history. 

“Who’re you?” Gareth asked, finding his balance to stand up. 

Eddie just grinned. “Your new best friend.”

Now, Gareth ignores the hammering in his chest as he steps out from behind his drum set. 

“A little early, fellas,” he says, hoping his confident stride hides his nervousness. “Show’s not till next week.”

“Oh, that was music you were playing?” Andy smirks. 

Jason wastes no time in explaining the reason for their surprise visit. “We’re looking for Eddie Munson,” he says sharply. “He’s in this band…if that’s what you can even call this.”

“What d’you care?” If Jason is looking for Eddie, it certainly isn’t to form some jock-freak truce. Not with the fire blazing in Jason’s eyes. 

“That’s our business.” Jason snaps back. 

Before Gareth can answer, his eyes lock onto a familiar, reluctant face. 

“Lucas? What’re you doing with these douchebags?”

Trepidation washes over Lucas’s face. “We’re just trying to find Eddie, man.”

“Well, you have eyes, don’t you? He’s not here.” And I’ll be damned if you get any information out of me, he thinks. If the roles were reversed, Eddie would shield Gareth from whatever wrath the jocks wanted to unleash. 

Jason nods, the information processing, and Gareth lets himself relax. Okay, he’ll leave now. Whatever crusade they’re on, it’s—

Knuckles connect with Gareth’s cheek, stunning him. He wills himself to stay standing, aided by Jeff and Grant propping him back up. 

Jason’s fingers dig into the fabric of Gareth’s vest. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know!”

“WHERE IS HE?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

There’s another frustrated punch, this time to his stomach. As he doubles over, he sees that Andy and Patrick have cornered his friends. 

I gotta help them; I gotta stop this—

A muscled arm wraps around his neck, pulling him into a headlock. He fights to get out, the two grappling for dominance, but Gareth knows it’s all over when Jason flings him into the drum set. The cymbal echoes, an ironic bit of finality. 

Pain sears through his hand as Jason’s sneakered foot presses it deeper into the carpet. He keeps one hand on Gareth’s head, holding him in place as he bellows, “it’s gonna be hard to play those drums with a broken hand!”

Gareth lets out a guttural scream. Eddie wouldn’t crack, he knows. Eddie would protect him, come hell or high water. Eddie had protected him. 

But it’s too much, and he can feel his bones aching under Jason’s foot. It hurts—it hurts—it fucking hurts—

“DUSTIN!” Shame courses through Gareth’s veins as the name leaves his lips. 

Confusion seeps through Jason’s rage. “What?”

“DUSTIN HENDERSON! DUSTIN HENDERSON!” Shut up stop talking but it fucking hurts… “He was callin’ around, looking for Eddie.” You coward, ratting out your best friend. “Maybe he found him. Maybe he found…”

Jason lets out a soft scoff. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He steps off of Gareth’s fingers, but it does nothing to alleviate the weight of Gareth’s guilt. Pathetic. Eddie’s your best friend. He would never cower like you did. You let him down. You let everyone down. 

The jocks say something else before they leave, but Gareth doesn’t register any of it. He can only hope that his gutlessness won’t come back to haunt him—or his best friend. 

--

[planet-dusk]

of cats 'n' dogs // l.mh

all you want for christmas is to try your hand at taking control in bed. you didn't think your unwavering boyfriend would agree; but what he didn't expect was to enjoy it this much.

⛓️ PAIRING :: lee minho x f!reader

⛓️ GENRE :: smut

⛓️ WORD COUNT :: 2.2k

⛓️ WARNINGS :: dom!minho tries subbing, bratty sub!minho, soft dom!mc, praise, bondage, oral (m + f), edging, unprotected sex, cum eating, descriptions of subspace

⛓️ NOTE :: 18+ minors dni. the characters don't represent real people. this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. don't edit, copy, repost or otherwise steal my content.

📍 skz masterlist

“Stop teasing," Minho groans when you lick a wet stripe from his navel to the waistband of his shorts. 

"Why? You told me I could do anything I want today, kitten." 

He rolls his eyes at the pet name but you notice the way the tips of his ears turn red. Normally, you’d be in his position: strapped to the bed and at his mercy. He’s always been the dominant person in your relationship (at least between the sheets) so you aren’t expecting him to give in without a fight. He might’ve agreed to this but that doesn’t mean he’s going to offer himself to you on a silver platter. 

And if he thinks you don’t have it in you? Then he’s dead wrong. And you’re determined to prove it. 

“Either way you don’t have much of a say in this. Unless you want to use your safeword?” 

Minho rolls his eyes again. “Continue.”

You ignore his command, moving back up his torso to swirl your tongue around one of his nipples. 

“What are you—ah!—doing?” He kicks his head back when you tug the sensitive bud between your teeth. 

“I thought you’d have more self control than this.” 

“And I thought you’d be all over my cock by now.”

You grin and palm him through his shorts, delighted by the way his eyes widen. “You’re liking this a little too much, aren’t you?” 

“Just a compulsory physical reaction. You’re near me, I get hard.” He shrugs. “Pavlov.”

“I’m sure those dogs were better at following orders, though.”

He grimaces. “Less talking and more—” he gasps when you squeeze his cock again, “—of that.” 

“Hmm, love it when you beg.”

“I didn’t—”

The words die on his tongue when you wrap your lips around his clothed length, mouthing at the head. You can faintly taste the precum that’s wetting the fabric of his shorts. You’ve been teasing him for nearly an hour now, never touching him below the belt. He must be so hard it’s starting to hurt; his heightened senses send in overdrive by the sudden contact even with the layer of cotton in between. 

You might’ve teased him about his self control earlier but you’re impressed by how long he’s holding out. He’s right; if the roles were reversed you would’ve started begging for his cock a long time ago. The only thing keeping you from straddling him right now is your conviction. You’re thankful he’s restrained so he can’t feel or see the wetness pooling between your thighs. 

You’re starting to understand why he enjoys being a dom this much.

You trace the outline of his erection with your tongue until the fabric is soaked with spit. Minho’s tugging at his cuffs, clearly affected even if he tries his hardest to hold back his moans. 

“Just—fuck.” He sounds exasperated now. “Just touch me.”

“I’m touching you.”

You suck a dark bruise into his thigh. They’re so big and strong you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the day between them. Looking up at him with innocent eyes, the scowl you receive in return communicates something along the lines of you know what I mean. 

“I’ll take them off when you’re a good boy. Behave.” 

“So I really am the dog in this little experiment of yours, aren’t I.”

“I liked calling you kitten but I suppose pup could work.” You trace the muscles in his thigh with one hand before giving the flesh a harsh slap, making him yelp. You watch it jiggle while his cock twitches at the same time. Another tiny crack in his demeanor you file away for later. “Now are you gonna comply or do I have to put a muzzle on you?”

“Fine,” he mutters. He stares at the ceiling as if he’s never seen a more interesting surface before. 

You halt, suddenly unsure of what to do. Did he really give in? Or is this another scheme of his? 

“Well?” He squints down at you. “Cat got your tongue?”

And just like that he’s flipping the script again. You mentally scold yourself for hesitating. It feels like he’s always one step ahead of you. You’re inexperienced when it comes to playing this role and he knows it. 

You need a more direct approach. 

“No cats here.” You make a show of sticking your tongue out as far as you can, dragging it over his thigh. “The dog may get one more chance, though.” You suck another bruise into his skin before pulling back. “If he stops barking.”

“And what if he doesn’t?” 

You ignore him, no longer feeling like giving in to his endless quips. You can almost hear the cogs turning inside his head as he tries to figure out your next move. 

From the way he moans when you suddenly wrap your lips around his clothed cock and bite down, this wasn’t what he was anticipating. 

“I’ve changed my mind. Let me hear you.”

Your fingers tug at the waistband of his shorts while you mouth at his tip. He whimpers louder and you reward him by dragging his shorts down his thighs until his cock springs free. 

It seems your intent has finally caught on because the high-pitched, whiny sound he makes when you tongue at his slit is nothing short of sinful. You kitten-lick his swollen head and swipe your tongue along his shaft from base to tip with long strokes. He chases your mouth with his hips as much as the cuffs around his ankles and wrists allow, clearly vexed by not being able to set the pace or touch you. 

“You’re doing so well,” you coo, cupping his balls. “Such a good little pup.” 

His squirming stills and you look up to find his cheeks flushing a deep red. 

Of course. Praise. After all the times he got flustered when on the receiving end of a compliment you should’ve known it would translate to the bedroom as well. But when he’s in his usual dom persona there aren’t many chances for you to praise him until after the act. 

You smirk and stroke his cock slowly. “Oh, so that’s what the big bad wolf likes? Being a cute needy pup for me?”

Minho is watching the ceiling again. “Maybe I just want to cum.” 

“Don’t you wanna be good for me, baby?” you murmur as you collect his precum with your thumb to spread it over his velvety skin. “Keep being such a good boy and I’ll ride you, might even let you fill me up, how does that sound?”

Careful not to hurt him you suck on his balls, taking them into your mouth while your hand slides along his cock. He’s more vocal now; letting out low groans and high-pitched whimpers when you press your tongue against his perineum. 

“That’s it, you sound so pretty like this.” Your grip around his length tightens when you see how responsive he is. “You’re beautiful. My Christmas present. I’ve always wanted a puppy,” you tease while your other hand circles his rim. 

It’s true. And with his hair mussed, cheeks flushed and skin covered in bite marks he looks absolutely delectable. His cock feels heavy in your fist and you can’t wait to sink down on it. You have to press your thighs together to find some relief for the ache between your legs. 

“I’m gonna—fuck—” Minho croaks suddenly and you let go of his cock, watching it twitch against his stomach as his impending orgasm recedes. His head falls back against the pillow. “I was so close.” His eyes squeeze shut when you slip out of your panties and straddle him, dragging your wet cunt over his swollen cock. “Ahh—please—”

“What did you say, pup?” You cup his cheek. “I can’t hear you.”

“Please, no more teasing,” he pleads. You recognize the glassy look in his eyes. It’s the same look you see reflected back at you in the mirror after he’s had his way with you. “I’ll be good, I—” 

He tugs at the cuffs in frustration, unable to form words. You bend over to press a kiss to his mouth. His bottom lip is swollen from his teeth clamping down on it repeatedly. “Shh, gonna give my pup what he wants, okay? You’ve been so good. Gonna take care of you now, don’t worry.”

You moan in unison when you finally sink down on his cock, his hips flush against your ass. Even without prep there is no resistance; your body has been craving this ever since you stepped into bed. 

“You feel so good,” you whisper against his lips. “Pup’s got such a big cock, stretching me out so well. Never wanna get off. Want you inside of me all the time.” 

Minho has never felt this floaty. There’s a static buzz in his ears as his entire world shrinks down to your voice and the feeling of your warm walls wrapped around him. 

The meek whimpers he lets out at your words are addicting. His eyes roll back when you start grinding your hips in slow circles, your clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. “Look down. Look at how well you fill me up.”

He does as you say, captivated by your pussy sucking in his cock as you start bouncing on it. After getting so close earlier you know he won’t last long if you keep riding him like this. And since you’re not used to him being restrained you miss the feeling of his hands on your body. 

“Listen, pup.” His eyes snap up to yours, big and round and pupils blown so wide nearly all you can see is black. “I’m gonna untie you and then you’re gonna make me cum on your pretty cock like a good boy, okay?”

He nods, whining when you get off to loosen the cuffs. You press a quick kiss to his lips. You didn’t expect him to become this non-verbal after his initial mouthiness. You’re so accustomed to his constant witty remarks (both in and outside of the bedroom) this sudden change in demeanor is worrying you a little. 

“Everything okay, pup?” you ask, massaging his wrists. “Color?”

“Green,” he answers, kicking off his shorts. “It’s… going to be a lot to process, but I feel good. I trust you.”

You smile and press another kiss to his lips.

“It’ll be yellow if I don’t get to cum soon, though.”

You laugh at his cheeky grin. It’s good to see his wittiness is still intact. 

“Watch your tone, pup. Or I’ll cuff your hands behind your back and make you eat me out for another hour.”

Minho groans. “I’ll take all the pussy I can get.”

“So desperate,” you recline against the sheets and guide his cock between your legs. “I like it.”

He follows you without a word, closing his eyes when he sinks back between your velvety walls. You feel so wet and warm around him he has to use all his strength to keep himself from blowing his load as soon as he starts moving. His head drops into the crook of your neck and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“Who would’ve thought my fierce kitty could be such a good pup?” you hum into his ear. He likes to pretend otherwise even though he’s never been anything but soft. So all of this doesn’t really come as a surprise, but you revel in the way your words make his hips stutter. 

“And good pups deserve a reward.” You tug his earlobe between your teeth. It earns a low groan from him. “Do you want to choose yours?” 

Minho can feel himself slipping away again. He leans back and his unfocused eyes take you in. “Wanna fill you up…” he trails off, searching for the right words. “And eat you out after.” 

“You don’t have to—” you start but he cuts you off. He grabs your hips and tilts them so he can thrust into you deeper. The new angle has the head of his cock brushing against your most sensitive spot and you moan at the sudden pleasure flooding your body. It’s only a taste of what he can do but it feels fucking delicious already. 

“I want to,” he assures. “Let me make you feel good, wanna cum, please—”

You’ve never seen him this desperate before. His brows are tightly knit together. His voice is wavering. You realize he’s waiting for your approval—no doubt using all his willpower to keep himself from reaching his high while your tight hole clenches around his cock. The knowledge he’s handing this power to you is almost enough to send you over the edge. 

“Cum for me, pup,” you order and he does so with a sob, spilling his warm seed inside of you with a few short strokes. He stays there for a moment, trembling as you wrap your arms around him and kiss his temple. You let him catch his breath until he wriggles himself out of your hold to settle between your spread thighs. 

You feel his cum dribble out of you until it’s intercepted by his flat tongue sweeping through your folds. You whimper when he sucks on your clit and pushes his face closer into your cunt. 

“I’ll be your good pup,” he grins while he sinks two of his fingers into your hole, “then you can be my kitten again.”

[mariacallous]

The social media site X (formerly Twitter) went dark last Saturday in Brazil, where it had an estimated more than 20 million users. The ban followed months of tensions between owner Elon Musk and Brazilian authorities.

Musk, who took over the site in 2022, has been increasingly vocal about Brazil’s domestic politics. His personal account has boosted right-wing politicians, cast doubts on the integrity of Brazil’s 2022 election, promoted posts about an upcoming political demonstration, and told foreign investors to stay away from the country.

Musk objected to court orders to suspend certain content on X, including the accounts of many right-wing activists, and last month, he refused to name a legal representative for the company in Brazil. Supreme Court Justice Alexandre de Moraes ruled that if X did not reinstate a representative by Aug. 29, the platform would be shut down.

When the day arrived, in anticipation of the ban, X’s global affairs account posted that Moraes’s moves were “manifestly illegal.” It also pledged to publish confidential Brazilian court filings containing Moraes’s orders. Musk posted that the judge was an “evil dictator.”

“Economic power and the size of one’s bank account do not produce some strange immunity from jurisdiction,” Supreme Court Justice Flávio Dino wrote Monday as part of a five-person panel that unanimously upheld Moraes’s ban. In the days since the shutdown, Brazilians have migrated to other microblogging sites, such as Bluesky and Threads.

The ban has reignited fierce debates over Brazil’s approach to online content moderation, as well as the conduct of its powerful judges. Brazilian federal judges stepped up their role in policing what they deem to be anti-democratic online content after the 2018 election that brought former President Jair Bolsonaro to power. His campaign was dominated by disinformation, and social media platforms often fell short of their own pledges to moderate it.

Brazil is globally unique for the extent to which its judges moderate online content, University of São Paulo law professor Rafael Mafei told the Café da Manhã podcast. That’s because “the institution that should be leading this discussion, Congress, is not willing to do so,” Mafei said.

When Bolsonaro ran for reelection in 2022, a group of federal judges tasked with overseeing elections—led by Moraes—ordered X, then still known as Twitter, to remove accounts that spread unproved claims of election fraud and praised demonstrations objecting to the result of the vote. (A mob vowing to overturn Bolsonaro’s election loss later stormed various government buildings in the capital, Brasília.)

At the time, Moraes’s social media policing was generally applauded by Brazil’s political center and left. But a growing number of Brazilians have also slammed his content policing as opaque and excessive. Many of the court’s takedown orders in 2022 and since were never publicized. To critics, the secret proceedings—and the fact that the banned accounts were from similar political camps—smacked of censorship.

Moraes moved alone in ordering the new ban on X; only days later did he get an endorsement from the Supreme Court panel that included Dino. Moraes also received widespread criticism from across the political spectrum for ordering a ban on the use of virtual private networks (VPN) to access X—and a hefty fine for violating it. The Brazilian Bar Association filed a lawsuit to reverse the VPN fine.

Still, many people, including Brazilian digital rights experts and Brazilian lawmakers, have defended the X shutdown. Musk’s open efforts to sway Brazilian politics raised the stakes for regulators to take a stand, journalist Rubens Valente wrote in Agência Pública. “To find something similar to Musk’s crusade, you need to go back 60 years to the role of the United States in the 1964 coup.”

“While the threat of blocking [a platform] is nothing new and is provided for in our legal system, this case stands out as the first one a large scale in which a company has completely ignored court rulings for days—and sought the spotlight for it,” Brazilian researcher Fernanda Campagnucci told Foreign Policy’s Rishi Iyengar. She added that the measure, “although drastic, was necessary.”

[natavinsmoke06]

Ok so worst case escenario for Roshar, Odium wins the duel of champions and they are doomed, ok so literally Mistborn 1, what if the second half of the Stormligth the roles are reversed and now the Radiant knights are rebels fighting against a world Odium dominated

Even worst escenario, if Dalinar becomes a returned, Adolin dies and yk the honor child himself Kaladin freaking storm blessed they all die, it would make sense why Rerarin/Jasnha would have more protagonism in the other half

[harmonyloveangels1990]

Open Tall Woman RP (Male, Female, or Futa only)

There is a story of giant Pokemon called Alphas. Filled with incredible power and are extremely aggressive. Many villagers have tried to capture them, but little succeed or make it back in one piece. One such Alpha is a Gardevoir.

A female Gardevoir who has defeated all who've tried to capture her. But your muse, a human who was tasked to stop her had a different idea. The reason why she was attacking everyone was due to never finding a mate to satisfy her needs. Perhaps what your muse can do to help her, is to offer themselves to her.

The Alpha Gardevoir saw your muse approach her and prepares to attack, while waiting for them to summon their Pokemon to fight her.

((Mostly a femdom RP, but if you can dominate the tall Alpha, then the roles can reverse))

[sleepingdeath-light]

butter roll cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; shadowsalone / pj simp anon (28/04/24)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; butter roll cookie

outline ; “if you're really okay with opening requests back up, I wanna slide in with butter roll smut hcs and dating hcs before someone else does 😂”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dominant!butter roll cookie, submissive-leaning!reader insert, sadist!butter roll cookie, overstimulation, edging, begging, praise kink, bondage (various forms described), sensory play (various forms described), sensory deprivation (various forms described)

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

he’s a dominant by nature and taking charge in the bedroom, to torment or ravish you, is something that comes pretty naturally to him — though if you plead your case well enough and put up a good enough fight then he can be convinced to try out reversing your roles every once in a while… for science, of course

it’s that same willingness to switch things up every now and then that makes him more comfortable bottoming for you when you ask him to do so — most of the time he’s topping, and that’s what he prefers, but he doesn’t mind making the occasional exception for you

butter roll cookie is very keenly aware of what you do and do not enjoy, the rhythms and motions and touches that bring you the most pleasure, how long you’re able to last before breaking, and he’s been known to make good use of that knowledge both to overstimulate you until you’re too far gone to think, and to edge and tease you until you’re sobbing and gritting your teeth and aching to be granted release in whatever form that may take — all of this makes him not only a wonderful lover, but also a frustratingly fantastic tease when he’s in the mood to do so

edging specifically is one of his favourite things to incorporate (maybe because of his slight sadistic streak…), and he’s just as likely to torment and edge and deny you until you’re sobbing and begging for reprieve as he is to fuck you until you’re too overstimulated to think — really it’s 50/50 depending on what kind of day he’s had beforehand

he lives to experiment and is pretty much always up for trying new things with you — whether that means testing out a new position, incorporating a new kink, testing out the logistics of fucking in a new location, or anything else, as long as he’s got your approval he’s happy to start mixing things up

he has a particular fondness for bondage in its various forms and it’s something that he tends to incorporate quite often into play with you — of course there’s the fact that restraining you makes experimentation and other forms of play much easier and safer because you’re not as easily able to squirm away and throw him off, but it also provides him with a whole new set of variables to mess with (type of restraints, material used, type of knots, weight of material, bars/no bars, suspension/no suspension, height of suspension, position you’re restrained in, amount of restraints, etc.) and that just makes his mind wander in all the right ways

butter roll cookie is extremely vocal in the bedroom, always having something to say about this thing or that: low muttering about variables and reactions as he adjusts your body’s position and whatever he’s using on you, earnest upbeat praise about how well you’re doing (he’s always very liberal with his praise), whispers of encouragement about how you can go a little longer for him punctuated with both a chaste kiss on your cheek and a teasing pat on your thigh or backside, teasing remarks about how he knows you can do better than that when you’re finally starting to crack and beg him for what you want, and so on.

he loves it when you beg for him, especially if you’re crying when you do so, because it just does wonderful things to his ego and satisfies him like few other things can — that being said he does just enjoy the sound of his name coming from your lips during sex and foreplay so this appreciation may just be an extension of that

sensory play, and it’s close cousin sensory deprivation, are possibly the two things that he loves to experiment the most with when it comes to your sex life — both have an array of variables for him to experiment with (which is always a win in his books) and they also allow him to have a greater level of control over you, especially when combined with bondage

blindfolds and gags are easy to get and incorporate into a scene (and he takes great pains to find a version of each that you like and that you can comfortably use for a longer period of time), earplugs are a bit more of a pain but not impossible, but eventually when he decides to go the full nine yards and try and get you into a full sensory deprivation tank that’s when he needs to get a bit creative — thankfully he knows people that can make one that’s safe, functional, and the right size to fit you and allow him to observe you, but it takes a long while for the final product to get back to you both for its first long day of… shall we call it ‘testing’?

when it comes to sensation play his favourites are things like experimenting with temperatures (hot or cold water, heating and cooling specific toys before using them on you, etc.), and with textures (wrapping a material that’s new but that he knows you won’t expressly disapprove of around his hand before using it to pleasure you, tracing a feather along your thighs when he goes down on you, etc.) in order to observe your reactions and figure out exactly what you enjoy and why you enjoy it — partially for the sake of science itself, partially because he wants to be a good partner, but 100% done with you and you alone in mind

[tgirldomme]

just found your blog and 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 hmfkfnsksndkdkl we neeeeeed to be frotting and fighting for dominance NOW. i am also a dominant tgirl but im also extremely switchy so i can honestly see you just making me go into full sub mode 😳

- Di 🖤

P.S. please bite my tits and breed me

i do love a good swordfight. meet me at noon where the tree frog cries and i’ll catch your blade in my scabbard!

also there’s hardly anything sexier than role reversal, how i love turning a “dominant” girl into my mindless little plaything xx