#but he's also a top / dom

[spicyteawrites]

Within Royal Walls

dom top gn! reader x sub bottom Dainsleif

content: reader has a dick/strap, Dain is trans (I refer to his genitalia as pussy and clit), public sex, no foreplay, quickie (yes I made it this way because I have no idea how he’d take his clothes off) 

 546 words, posted on ao3

Set before Khaenri’ah’s destruction. You’re one of the workers at the royal palace and Dain is secretly your boyfriend. He gets a little horny before a Khaenri’ah miltary meeting so you fuck him in some hallway~

Dainsleif bites back a moan as you grip onto his waist tighter. You line your dick up against his entrance and slowly sink it into his dripping pussy. Your thighs are flush against his when you wrap your arms around him. 

“Are you good, Dain?” your voice is light as you whisper into his ear. 

“Ah… I’m fine, love.” He braces his hands against the cold wall. “Hurry up and start moving, please...” There’s a desperate tremble in his voice that’s just irresistible.

A wicked grin flashes across your face as you pull out and quickly thrust yourself back inside him. 

“Hgh-!” Dainsleif instantly raises his hand to muffle his moans. 

You click your tongue and slam into Dainsleif’s sweet spot a little harder. “Oh, Dain. Be a good boy and make sure to be quiet~ It would be quite a shock if anyone saw our beloved captain being fucked silly here, after all.” 

He opens his mouth to answer and yelps in surprise as you begin to tease his clit, rubbing your fingers around the swollen tip. 

“What did I say about being quiet?” you hiss. 

“S-sorry, love…” he moans. 

The hallway is filled with the messy sounds of labored breathing and your skin slapping against Dain’s. You hit his nerves at just the right spot and he’s whimpering that he’s right about to cum. You thrust deep inside him one last time and he reaches his high, cumming all over himself. He groans in relief and looks down at his own cum dripping down his thighs. 

It was really time for Dainsleif to get going, you’d have to finish on your own later. Not that you minded. Just listening to Dain struggling to keep his moaning down was enough for now. 

He wobbles as you pull out of him. He turns around and shakily pulls you into a hug. You nuzzle into his shoulder and smile.

“Aw, I’ll give you something better than this later, if you want.” 

Dainsleif gives you a messy kiss, a tired smile lighting up his face. “I’m looking forward to it, love.” 

You quickly help clean him up and make sure to sneak in soft kisses against his jaw along the way. His pants are back on again and smoothed out, his cape flipped back to drape elegantly as it had before. After you fix Dain’s hair, he stands up proud. You nod approvingly at him. Besides the leftover flush on his face, he looks just as regal as always. 

“I’ll see you later, Dain. Good luck with your boring meeting!”

He chuckles lightly before stumbling and clutching the edge of the hallway wall, legs beginning to shake again. Maybe you were a little too hard on him~

“Darling, could you walk with me to the meeting? Just to the hallway, so no one will need to see you.” 

You link your arm in his as he slowly stands up straight again. “Do you think that I could carry you there?”

He gently kisses your forehead. “No, this is fine.” 

You try not to look too excited as you drag Dainsleif through the castle. Tomorrow he didn’t have to do any military work. You were carefully planning to absolutely destroy him tonight, just the way that he likes it~

[kaleidoscopek9]

Since we know what Moon seems to like, what about Sun? Is he a switch? He gives me dom top big time vibes

Oh this man can ABSOLUTELY top. Although he can be a complete jackass about it sometimes, lol. Get ready for a lot of playful jabs and mocking if you let this guy top you. It would be his favorite way of riling up his partners.

He can also switch to sub on a dime if the vibe calls for it though. I can see Sun as the kinda guy who would enjoy the swap of power every now & then. He wouldn’t mind being what you needed him to be, as long as you can do the same for him when he asks it of you.

[hachimitsu-cha]

Character: Kakuzu Style: Thirst Warning: Sub!Reader, Dom!Kakuzu, Mention of hair pulling, Slight rough play, Biting, Scratching Word Count: 329

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He is not a man of much sexual interest. Why would he be? He has his money, it’s much more trustworthy than another’s body. Yet, the way his hands grip onto your hips, position your limbs in whatever way he desires, it makes you feel like he needs you. Even if it’s just for a little bit of relief. 

The way he’ll dig his nails into your flesh and bite onto your shoulder. A ferocity of his hips classing into yours like his life depended on it. When in reality it’s yours that depends on it. It’s your body that needs to be worried about the amount of pressure he’s about to put on your body.

If you're lucky he might grab your bottom jaw. Pull it close to his lips and press a kiss so tender as his hair falls into your face. Placing his mouth atop yours a few more times as his thrust slows down to tease you. To draw out the need from you a bit longer as he watches your eyes dilate into subspace. Until he’s certain you’re right at the edge of it. So close to achieving your third orgasm of the evening when he grips what hair he can of yours. (If you have any, if not his grip on your jaw tightens.) Then rams himself as far into you as he can reach.

When he’s done the only thing connecting you two will be the sliver of saliva and cum stringy from your bodies. Maybe his hand is still tangled up in your hair (if you have any) as he looks at you with a soft disdain. Calling you a mess of a brat and telling you to clean up despite being the one to untangle you both, cleaning you up with a nearby towel, fixing your limp body onto what soft service nearby is.

As you fade into sleep maybe he’ll kiss your temple and walk away to go read.

[scarlettkey]

Hunger...// An Icemav oneshot.

Maverick hasn't been eating lately and no one seems to notice but Iceman or at least no one seems to care enough to say something. It takes awhile to find Maverick as he prefers to run off by himself after dismissals lately. He eventually does. Ice has entered an old garage area where jets are stored and no lights are on just the bright multi colored sky shining into the room from the large opened doors. Maverick is sitting beside a jet that looks like it's being worked on, screws and metal scraps are laying around. Messy. He is facing away from Iceman, with his knees to his chest and as calculating of a man Tom kazansky is, he didn't plan out how to approach such a sullen looking guy. Maverick looks even smaller than he usually does. Ice straightens up and proceeds with a sandwich and drink in hand. "You know you're practically asking to be stepped on, or more realistically run over." Maverick looks up in surprise, Iceman can't tell if it's a good or bad surprised look. But then Maverick's brows furrow and his lips frown, he turns away from Ice's gaze. Oh. Ice's eyebrows raise. "Pretty childish move Mitchell, plan on giving me the silent treatment? Doubt it'll last long since you can rarely shut up." Ice chuckles. An angry huff is heard and Maverick stands to glare up at Iceman. "Did you just come to run your mouth or did you need something Kazansky?" Iceman looks down at him amused. He shoves the food and water bottle in Maverick's face. "Eat." Iceman's tone is heavy and non questionable. Maverick tenses, but takes the stuff he's offered. Ice relaxes and starts to sit down on the cold concrete, avoiding the scrap pieces that seem to make a circle around this little sulking area. He raises a brow at Mav who is still standing there with his arms full. "I'm not hungry." Ice doesn't believe him for a second. "Yes you are, now sit and eat or I'll drag you to the infirmary where they're much tougher than I am." Maverick scoffs, "I doubt that." Then proceeds to sit down next to the much larger man. Maverick is still a little stiff, and staring at the sandwich like it grew a face and called him a slur. Iceman looks at him sideways and sighs. "Its not poisoned ya know." "I believe that. But who's poor soul did you have to mug to get this." Ice swats Maverick's head. "Shut up, if anyone's doing delinquent acts. I'm pretty sure it be you, Maverick" Iceman rolls and pops the syllabus to emphasize his call sign. Muffled laughter can be heard and loud chewing sounds follow. They sit in silence as Pete eats. Tom watches him closely. He watches the smaller man's every movement, from him taking a bite to his adam apple bobbing as he swallows. It's memorizing. And he's honestly put off on how satisfied he feels watching him eat. It's a deep feeling in his stomach and it makes his head fuzzy. More. The smaller man is gulping down his drink eagerly, It dribbles down his chin to his throat and past his collarbones, finally disappearing underneath his shirt collar. Tom feels saliva start to pool in his mouth. Thirsty. The color returns to Maverick's face a bit and although he still looks drained, Ice can see the change the food has made. Leaning back on his palms and stretching out his legs. Mav let's out a belch and sighs in content. "That really was good, thanks man. I guess sometimes you can use that big head of yours." Iceman mumbles in acknowledgment, though doesn't verbally respond to the taunt. Or doesn't hear it as he's intensely focused on some sauce and crumbs in the corner of Mav's mouth. Suddenly he's towering over Maverick and has a large hand cupping the side of the brunettes cheek. His thumb swiping the mess away on his lips slowly. Zombie like. Ice's leers down at Maverick who is wide eyed as he sits there frozen. He feels his bottom lip being pulled slightly and pop into place, leaving him feeling heated. Ice is looking at him with a warm satisfied smile. "See, I told you, you were hungry."

[evilvvithin]

I absolutely LOVE your writing!! You write König so well, it’s actually nice and refreshing reading him as tough, more dom! and top. I always see everyone writing him as a hopeless virgin, a baby, complete sub and dork and I just can’t imagine him that way all the time, I feel like he’s definitely experienced, social anxiety or not haha he’s a soldier after all

I totally feel you. Especially when you hear his voicelines, he's not a little scaredy ball of stress. He might feel stressed meeting new people, he might be uncomfy visiting crowded places but other than that he's big army man I mean c'mon! In my head he is towards dom. He carries some scars from his childhood because he just doesn't forget easily imo but other than that, big beefy man both soft but dom I COULD GO ON FOREVER i love you anon. Makes me incredibly happy you like my writing! (Eng is not my native)

[mvalentine]

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[adancingalien]

Am I the only one that thinks silco is a sub?

[mikhailoisbaby]

Thoughts about Mickey calling Ian baby girl on weekly basis :) It’s just so casual

“ baby girl , pass me my beer”

“ gonna go out and meet Iggy , baby girl”

Like it probably started as joke but it becomes so casual and Ian hated it but now he just doesn’t care and sort of enjoys it .

[hooved]

He is a pillow princess hardcore sub he is such a whore that talks a big game but the second you press him to the bar all the thoughts go right out of his head and he ok wait no you're right I'm sorry

i'm glad you've seen the error of your ways

[blastthechaos]

Kyoko:Why do you have someone called Daddy on your phone?

Sayaka:Are you a bit old to call your dad like that

Junko:Why don't you make a call and find out?

*Kyoko and Sayaka shrug and call the number*

Makoto:Hey Junko, why are you calling me? Do you need help? Do you want me to see one of your despair schemes so I can foil me or did you get in trouble and Mukuro isn't available to bail you out? Or-...why are you silent?

Kyoko:...

Sayaka:...

Junko, picking up her phone before they drop it:Nothing sweetie, just wanted to see how you were

Makoto:Oh, thanks my love!

Junko:Bye~*Hangs up* Oh the Despair in your faces is just art! *Takes a picture*

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

Okay I have a top Scout opinion and it’s that the only reason I don’t like it is because in my head bottom Scout is a gigantic brat and I wanna see him get put in his place lmao.

Top/Dom Scout is fun sometimes but as a Scout kinnie I think he’s a bottom. But he’s an asshole about it.

Idk if this makes sense.

Nooo ur so right absolutely I think brat Scout is also v in character. I think being lugged around like a sack of potatoes by Saxton Hale awakened something in him now he wants to be so much of an asshole that like a tall milf or something just picks him up and throws him. Oh no now I'M projecting I'm projecting onto SCOUT TF2

[snowjosh]

Not really a switchrry agenda when all he sings about is topping and has acknowledged himself as daddy 3 times now lol

ouff baby stop following those bloulou blogs

[theophagie-remade]

Slightly preferring a ship's less popular dynamic but most people that like it too writing the characters in a way that you don't like...

[ingravinoveritas]

...I’m sorry, David, he’s your WHAT?

[shinraelectricpowercom]

sergey razumovsky is a pillow princess. sergey razumovsky is a NIGHTMARE of a brat. sergey razumovsky is the textbook definition of ”topping from the bottom”. this is the truth and it Needs To Be Said

[erosofthepen]

just seeing a fictional character who seems chill and confident but you know deep down they are insecure and longing for affection and someone to truly notice and care about them makes me fall in love with them faster than a flash of lightning