#authority kink

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Kinktober 2024 - Desk Sex (Authority kink/power imbalance & throne sex)

My dearest @mithrilhearts. You and me until the world goes up in flames, right? <3

Prompts: Desk Sex (Authority kink/power imbalance & throne sex)

Pairing: Bilbo x Thorin

Words: 565

Warnings: anal play, anal sex, nudity, desk sex

“Thorin, you really should take a…”

Bilbo fell silent as soon as he’d crossed the threshold of the small, dark room the King under the Mountain stubbornly claimed was a perfectly appropriate office.

Looking up pointedly, the newly restored regent set aside the magnifying lens he used to read the tiny script of one of his Blue Mountain correspondents slowly. “I was just about to take a break. How good of you to join me.”

There was something so seductively smouldering in his gaze and voice that the Hobbit promptly felt his ears and cheeks warm up treacherously.

Bilbo had yet to see Thorin sit on his actual throne—he’d been recovering from his grievous injuries until recently, and the restoration and repair crews had not cleared the throne room thus far—but he couldn’t imagine that his beloved could have cut a more alluringly impressive figure on that ancestral seat of power than he did behind the massive oaken desk.

When Thorin braced his broad hands against the littered papers and drew himself up carefully, his future consort felt his knees turn to jelly.

“Or did you need something else from me?” the dwarf asked, his voice heavy with unmistakable mischief. “Why don’t you come here and assist me?”

Bilbo hesitated, prompting a gentle reminder that this was an order from his king rather than a polite invitation.

In the Shire, nobody would have dared speak to Bilbo in that tone, and the titillating irreverence only stoked the fire, spreading from his soft belly to his quivering legs.

“Is that so?” he gasped even as his feet started moving towards the throne of wisdom and wood he’d so admired only a moment prior.

“I know you’re not partial to this chamber,” Thorin hummed as he caught Bilbo by the wrist and tugged him behind the desk resolutely. “However, I think I know a way to reconcile you with it.”

“As your obedient and devoted subject,” Bilbo teased, letting himself be crowded against the solid slab of old oak behind him, “I must insist that you don’t overexert yourself, my liege.”

Chuckling softly, Thorin swept aside the letters he’d been working on and waved an inviting hand at the free space.

“Another order?” Bilbo grinned but hopped onto the tabletop willingly enough.

When Thorin’s lips descended upon his impish face with all the authority of a true-born leader and his hands spread Bilbo’s thighs wide enough to step into the gap, the mouthy adventurer soon gave up on jesting and jeering.

Often, Bilbo reminded his better half that paperwork and diplomatic relationships were as important as fearless warfare and unshakeable loyalty, and so he truly felt as if he was being spread out and undressed leisurely on a throne rather than just an ancient escritoire.

He heard the discreet scratching of a drawer being opened, and then Thorin’s thick, steady fingers were working him open with something Bilbo could only hope was lube and not age-old ink.

“Careful,” he warned again as Thorin fumbled with the countless clasps and fastenings of his heavy garments before lining himself up against his lover’s welcomingly warm body.

“Would you prefer I sit in my chair?” Thorin whispered as he lifted Bilbo’s legs onto his shoulders and pushed into him steadily, hitting every sweet spot just right.

“Stubborn dwarf,” Bilbo cursed and lost himself in this wonderful, royal homecoming.

@tolkienpinupcalendar <3

Thank you so much for reading!

☞ Masterlist

[blacksatinroses]

I wish a cop would pull me over and convince me to suck him off so he won't write me a huge ticket

Maybe I can even make him feel so good that he comes back to my route and keeps pulling me over to give me tickets but instead he just has his way with me in the backseat ^-^

[pedropascalito]

Orgasms?

Oh. That’s good too, I guess.

Pedro, do you really need to go this hard with the eyebrow?

[sanguinewerewolf]

sex is when she staples your sleeves to her desk and leaves you there with your legs spread.

[rs-hawk]

You get a pet tentacle as a "gag gift" for your birthday. You have no idea why your friends thought the little mass with a tentacle would make you laugh, but it didn't. Of course though, you don't want to be mean to it, so you take it home, trying to make it comfortable. You don't understand that by taking it home, now it thinks you've chosen it as your mate.

Once you're asleep, it expands, filling your bedroom with all of its tentacles. The first one to reach you has a plant like appendage, which spritzes you with an aphrodisiac that will also help you properly incubate its eggs. You groan, wiping the droplets from your face. There's already a hot pulsing between your legs. Without thinking much about it, still being half asleep, you kick off your blanket, eager fingers rolling your clit and stuffing into your hole.

Your tentacle pet stops to watch you, excitement building within it. Its mate is putting on a show for it! You must really want it! After a few moments, it can't stand it anymore. Two more tentacles reach for you, attaching to your nipples. That's when you start to realize what's going on, but you're so desperate now for release and to be stuffed you're almost crying.

Its suckers suck and pull on your nipples, making you moan and whimper. More tentacles wrap around your arms, pulling your hands away from your dripping hole. You let out a tiny whine of protest. The tentacles spread your cunt wide, looking at you clench around nothing, your wetness soaking your bed. Its breeding tentacles pulsing already.

You start to whine and beg for it to fuck you, wiggling your hips as more tentacles restrain you, making sure you're secure. Finally, one starts sucking on your clit, making you cum almost instantly. Despite your finish, your cunt is still eager to be stuffed and filled.

"Please, please," you beg it, lifting your hips up slightly.

Your pet is more than happy to comply, stuffing a thick tentacle into your eager hole. A moan escapes from your lips, your eyes half lidded from pleasure. It thrusts in and out of you, slowly depositing eggs directly into your womb. It doesn't even matter to you as you feel the weight in your body. You just need the tentacles to keep pleasuring and fucking you.

[ozzgin]

Yan!Monster who is a famous author of human fiction. If a monster has a human kink, they’ve heard of him. They’ve read his books.

“The human’s husband”

“The human from the office”

“Human Farm”

“Kidnapping a human”

These are just some examples of his written debauchery. One detail, however, bothers him terribly: he doesn’t actually know much about humans. In fact, he’s never seen one with his own eyes. Hard to believe given the intricate details penned in each of his masterpieces, but it’s a cold, shameful truth.

Now, he’s not entirely to blame. Humans are a rare sight. So rare, in fact, most are considered an urban legend. Which is why his readers don’t mind the potential inaccuracies. A true master of the arts, however, strives for perfection. That’s what he always tells himself, that's his never-ending source of anguish.

Imagine his surprise when, on his most recent hiking trip, he stumbles upon the creature. You. A glitch in the matrix? An error in the grand code? You ask yourself the same question, staring wide-eyed at the enormous, unholy beast before you.

This is the chance of a lifetime. One he might never encounter again. His heart threatens to burst out his chest, pumping with anxiety, anticipation, eagerness. The potential! The research possibilities! No other monster could ever come close to his accurate depictions of a human’s body. Not only that, but unlike everyone else having to rely on printed dreams, he’d have access to the real deal. No more lustful scribbles in the middle of the night. He could have you.

All that’s left is to bring you to his home.

[More monsters]

[deunmiu-dessie]

innocent!commoner reader who diligently gathers berries in the forest every day for the village children. innocent!commoner reader who happens to stumble upon a wounded soul along their customary route through the woods. innocent!commoner reader whose pure heart and selfless nature guides them to tend to him. innocent!commoner reader who prattles to the unconscious man every day when they check up on him. innocent!commoner reader who ought to be frightened of the monstrous being. innocent!commoner reader who should've just left him there. ˙◠˙

injured!minotaur who wakes up to the sight of a tiny human nestled at his hip, sleep. injured!minotaur who accidentally startles you awake with a pained rumble. injured!minotaur who thanks you begrudgingly for tending to his injuries. injured!minotaur who gradually becomes accustomed to your presence and your chatter as the days pass while he waits for a full recovery. injured!minotaur who finds your naivety cute. injured!minotaur who suddenly finds himself wanting to corrupt you in every possible way. injured!minotaur who mischievously tells you that the only way for him to get better is by using your body. injured!minotaur who forcefully removes your clothing despite your whiny protests. injured!minotaur who promises he'll be all better after using your tiny human hole. injured!minotaur who groans as you willingly part your legs for him, with wide, innocent, tear-filled eyes. "i-if you're sure it'll help." ˙ᵕ˙

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[nellabear]

I had to write this out 😌

You know you should leave. The thought pounds in your skull like a drumbeat, growing louder with every second that ticks by. Your hand lingers on the knob, trembling slightly, the tension coiling tighter in your chest.

Behind you, the room feels heavier, charged like the air before a storm. You hear the shift of his boots, the slow creak of wood as he moves.

“Stay.”

The word cuts through the silence, low and sharp. It’s not a request—it’s an order.

You freeze, fingers twitching against the cool metal of the door. His voice is a hook, sinking deep and holding you in place. The sound of it—rough, commanding, him—sends a shiver rolling down your spine.

“Come here.”

He’s closer now; you can feel it, his presence filling the space behind you. The temptation to look back is almost unbearable, but you don’t. You can’t.

And yet, your body betrays you, turning toward him as if pulled by a force you can’t resist.

He’s leaning against the edge of his desk, arms loose at his sides, his eyes locked onto you with a weight that pins you in place. His hat is gone, his hair slightly mussed, and for a fleeting moment, he looks less like your captain and more like a man who’s about to ruin you.

“Didn’t think I’d have t’tell you twice.” His voice is quieter now, a gravelly rasp that makes your chest tighten. “Y’think I don’t notice? How you go stiff every time I get too close? How you’re out the door the second we’re alone?”

Your throat feels dry, the words sticking. “I thought—”

“You thought what?” he cuts you off, stepping closer. Slowly. Deliberately. “That I didn’t see right through y’?” His voice dips lower, each word lazy and drawling, his eyes dragging over your face, lingering just long enough to make your stomach flip. “Thought I’d let y’walk outta here? Not a chance.”

You open your mouth to deny it, but the words never come. Because he’s not wrong.

He sees it—knows it. It’s written all over his face, the slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You should’ve left,” he mutters, stepping even closer, until the space between you disappears, and his heat presses into you like a second skin. “‘Cause now…” His hand lifts, fingers brushing lightly against your jaw, and your breath catches. “Now you’re mine.”

Your pulse jumps, the weight of his words sinking in like an anchor. You know what he means, the line he’s daring you to cross.

“Say the word,” he murmurs, his thumb grazing your chin. “‘S all y’have t’do. Walk out that door, or—” His voice dips lower, a dark promise in every syllable. “Lock it.”

Your hand twitches at your side, the pull of the door still calling to you, but it’s nothing compared to him. To the way his eyes bore into yours, daring you to make a choice.

Your chest rises and falls, shaky breaths betraying the war raging in your head.

Then you make your choice.

Slowly, you let your hand drift back toward the knob. You don’t open it. Instead, you twist it, the faint click of the lock sealing your fate.

When you turn back to him, he doesn’t move, but the shift in his expression sends a jolt straight to your core. His smirk is gone, replaced by something darker, something dangerous.

“Good,” he says softly, the word dripping with approval. His gaze drops to your mouth, lingering for a beat too long.

“Now,” he murmurs, stepping closer, “come here.”

And you do.

i don't have any half baked thoughts at the moment (that's a lie i have a wip folder with many many half baked thoughts) so here have a spoiler for the price smut bc i need validation & motivation to finish this lol

"Stay." It's an order, and you freeze with your hand on the knob. A shiver rolls down your spine in the following silence, waiting to see what he'll do, if he'll do anything. His voice drops, a deep rumble in his chest, each syllable carefully enunciated. Clear, unmistakable. "Come here."

And oh, can you hear the gates of hell calling your name as you slowly turn to face him again, symphonic whispers promising damnation, ruin. A burgeoning career with this task force snuffed out before it can fully bloom, duty and regulation ripping it out at the roots, all because your captain flexed his authority at you and you are weak.

[playfully-sadistic]

Aww, you poor sweet thing, never had an authority figure treat you quite like you needed, now you're craving such an inappropriate one - a firm, guiding hand, someone to take away your responsibilities when you get overwhelmed with them, someone to tell you "I'll handle this", someone to make you shiver with their mere presence and the way they look at you.

Someone you can kneel down next to, a hand soothingly running through your hair, while they read a book and take a sip of their drink in between, the room filled with gentle quietness and peace, and - despite a long history of issues with authority - when they tell you to get up and fetch them a snack, you're perfectly conditioned to reply "Yes, Sir" and obey, like nothing's more natural to you.

[royaltea000]

Certified DILF chaser

[sanguinewerewolf]

woman who makes you pleasure her at knifepoint VS woman who doesn’t even need to put a knife at your throat to make the threat VS woman with very very sharp nails

[rs-hawk]

Your Siren Boyfriend eventually tricking you into the water after weeks of just chatting to you on the docks. He never sings or tries to convince you to come in. He sits in the water, his arms propping him up on the low dock so you two can talk. His eyes dark as a trench, and you can’t help but worry about all the light on the surface hurting him. Even at night, it’s still brighter than where he’s from.

The night you bring him sunglasses is when he knows you’re going to be his mate. He feigns confusion and asks how to put them on. You giggle and lean forward, setting them on his face. He takes that moment to grab your wrists, yanking you into the salt water. You barely manage to catch a breath before hitting the water, not that it matters because as soon as he kisses you, you suddenly can breathe.

You want to be angry at him, but he looks so happy. He starts clicking and chirping, something he hasn’t done in a few weeks since he realized you can’t understand him. It must be like when you gets excited and revert to your mother tongue.

His shark teeth gently nip at you neck as he tugs at your clothes, encouraging you to slip out of your swimsuit. You know that you shouldn’t. This isn’t right. But you can’t help yourself. The feeling of your Siren slipping inside of you makes you whimper. He pushes you against the shifting sand of the ocean floor, slamming into you roughly. You can’t help the moans and sounds that escape your mouth. Thank God you can breathe under water now because there’s no way you could have contained yourself.

When he’s done, he eases back, burying his face between your trembling legs. His fat tongue encourages you to finish, and you do rather quickly. Once he’s satisfied, his kisses make their way back up to your lips.

“You’ll stay with me, won’t you?”

[dedicatedfollower467]

okay so i am mostly neutral about most fma ships (i find most of them interesting because all the characters are so fucking good, but i don't have a lot of specific ships that really stand out to me) but like. i gotta come here to say.

the royed people are really fucking onto something. especially when they play up "i was a horny teenager going through puberty and discovering sexual attraction in a very volatile time and this man was handsome, powerful, and an absolute bastard, but also he treated me like an adult with adult opinions and my entire sexuality may or may not have been strongly influenced by the formative experience of mustang slapping me across the face"

[deunmiu-dessie]

werewolf!ex-boyfriend who you've been out of a relationship for the last couple of months. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who can't get over you, who doesn't want to get over you. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who becomes dangerously obsessed with you, because you belong to him, he's already laid his claim on you. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who stalks you all over town. werewolf!ex-boyfriend thinking of ways to win you back. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who becomes desperate when you move on to someone else. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who follows you home from work one night. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who drags you into an empty alleyway, covering your mouth. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who whimpers and pleads, humping against your thigh. "just the tip, that's it. you don't mind, right?" ˙◠˙

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[broken-everlark]

I have a soft spot for authority kinks and especially having Wednesday in a maid costume like fuckkkk🥵🥵

(Need to read the rest when I get homeeee from work 🥲)

Wyler Kink Bingo: Coming Clean

"Coming Clean" by Ourdramaqueen

Rating: Explicit Fandom: Wednesday Pairing: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin Summary: Determined to make it on her own without her parents while she writes her novel, Wednesday seeks employment with a cleaning/maid service agency. When her latest client asks that she wear a French maid outfit, she is wary, but goes along with it since she really needs the money. She quickly determines that Tyler, who works from home and likes to wander around the house during calls, has a thing for her outfit.... Notes: This is chapter 1 of my fill for the "Authority kink" square on Card 2 of the Wyler Kink Bingo @weylerwritingevents. Chapter 2 will follow asap.

Read it on AO3

[tfanonkink]

REQUEST - Megatron/Flatline - IDW - Authority / Medic kink

Megatron’s been sleeping with Flatline on and off throughout the war, and at some point Megatron or Flatline realize that Megatron is sublimating his attraction to Ratchet. How they react to this is up to you, but bonus points if Flatline is Ratchet’s ex.