#sorry bottom will truthers

[littlecrow4]

CW: Suggestive WillFord

Somethin somethin Will has been a good boy and Ford decides to reward him by letting Will touch him finally (guess who tops lol)

Touch starved god x master that gets off on watching him suffer ig

I know I’m so creative lmao

Anyhoo Will has Ford’s favorite constellations tattooed onto his body and Ford has the “William” constellation tattooed on his body

I didn’t want to make Will look exactly like Bill so his body markings/tattoos look different then Bill’s I’ll probably do a reference for it if I feel like it

[crows-omens]

they make me want to throw things

(never drawn either of them outside of quick studies so spare me if they look odd) (i have also never drawn people kissing so spare me over that too)

[stargayzerlily03]

How it feels like being in the Gravityfalls fandom and headcanoning Fiddleford as bottom.

[digitalcarcrash]

the only thing mark hoffman ever topped was the fbi's most wanted list

[grinkubus]

I need to draw Magnus do unspeakable things to Dante right now

[bedforddanes75]

this is correct ❤️ cowboys george will be riding all night ❤️

[8ripecunts]

bill had a rough day and holden is making it even harder for him [FULL VERSION HERE]

[prettyboykatsuki]

al-haitham ... . .. ..

[sunshineandwhiteroses]

ao3 needs a permanent tag filter so I don’t have to sort through the tags I don’t want to see every time I go to my ship page

[crows-omens]

they had sex in this scene btw. if you didn’t notice maybe get a new gaydar

[exprinceofopus2]

erastes

haha. hilarious. believe it or not but me and achilles only have like— two or three years of difference? plus, why are you people so interested in our sexual life...

[blackdykegirlblogger]

nsfw abby hcs even tho tlou tumblr is dead bc i'm very horny and very gay for ms. anderson!!! there's a slight mention of knifeplay towards the end, but nothing too crazy or in-depth.

i'm terribly sorry to all of the sub!abby truthers out there, but let's snap back to reality now. this woman does not bottom. believe me, i loveeeeee me some subby butches (vi, ellie, etc)....but she is not that.

in fact, i'm going to rock the boat and dare to call her a stone top. it's nothing personal against you ofc, but some people just prefer to give rather than receive yk? you getting your nut is the equivalent to her getting one in her eyes, and she loves loves loves playing with you until your brain literally turns off.

her best friend is a black 9 inch strap that she drags around everywhere. if she sees an opportunity to rock your shit at any given time, best believe that she's going to take advantage.

she's a creamer. anyways-

she's at least 6 foot, built like a machine and has the biggest (see what i did there?? i'm funny) size kink known to man. it doesn't matter how fit you are or how much you work out bc she's always going to be stronger than you. and since she's a little shit, she's always going to flaunt how much stronger she is by manhandling you into whatever position she wants on her dick. or pulling you into a headlock as she hits it from the back and admiring how far your eyes roll with the cockiest of grins.

has a very, very, very, very strong dumification kink. so don't be surprised when she fucks you until you're babbling absolute nonsense and your knees lock and you can't even recite the damn alphabet (all on a random tuesday afternoon). that's how she knows she did a good job <3

swallows your cum and honest to god will spit it back into your mouth. nasty nasty nasty.

she's had a few casual sexual encounters prior to meeting you. she's not a virgin (vi) or a whore (sevika), but kind of somewhere in between? like she has enough experience to know what she's doing but her body count rlly isn't that high tbh

her favorite position is a full nelson and she will say it to your face with no shame (with mating presses being a close second). she's making sure that you aren't running from ANYTHING!

she fucked you on the first date. actually, correction. she fucked you halfway through the first date.

^^^ branching off that, she may or may not have stated very very clearly that she wanted to make a baby with you whilst being balls deep in the backseat of her truck. this was about *checks watch* 2 hours after she first picked you up from your apartment.

her tits aren't all that sensitive, but her neck definitely is. suck on her pulse point for long enough and she is putty in your hand.

she moans when she eats it. yes ma'am.

she's very much all or nothing. if she isn't fingerfucking you with 3 fingers, then she might as well not be fingerfucking you at all. ik that sounds a tad bit painful, but trust. you're so wet from the hours of mind-numbing clit sucking that they just glide right in

has fucked you with the handle of one of her knives before. stay with me now

[pupkashi]

satoru comeback truthers rise WHERE IS UR RAGE !!!

youre still slightly shaking, even with one hand in your lovers warmer one, you can’t help but feel the same fear you felt when you saw him laying in two.

“sweetheart” his voice is honey like, smoothing your sore throat as you look up at him, face dirty and scarred. “i asked if you wanna get pho?”

it’s odd, coming back home as if nothing happened. as if he hadn’t just had the battle of a lifetime and almost lost. your legs feel wobbly and that sinking pit in your stomach is back. you bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, playing it off as you thinking.

“yeah pho sounds good” you say weakly, not taking your eyes off of satoru as he leads you to the couch. he tries to untangle your fingers from his, stopping when he feels your squeeze harder to keep his hand in place.

he doesn’t say anything, instead ordering with one hand, drawing a soothing circle with his thumb on your hand. satoru can feel your eyes on him, practically burning a hole into his skull with the intensity of your stare. he doesn’t mind, he can’t imagine how you felt, thinking he was dead for who knows how long. god knows what he would’ve done if the roles were reversed.

“ordered it, should be here in an hour ish” he whispers, pulling you close and laying back on the couch. you’re quick to wrap your arms around him, careful to not squeeze too hard as he was still sore and bruised.

thump, thump, thump.

the rhythmic beating is enough to calm you for a moment, your hands are less shaky and you feel like you can finally breathe. your eyes shut for a second, only to be met with the scene of satoru laying on ground. your eyes are shooting open immediately, making you sit up straight and giving satoru a once over, relieved to see he was really there.

“hey, im right here” he’s as gentle as ever, hands finding yours and squeezing tight. “im not going anywhere” he’s promises, placing one of your hands over his warm chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart calms you once more.

“‘m sorry” you choke out, wiping your eyes quickly before smiling softly, “was just- it was a lot” you mumble, “i thought-” you can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, satoru doesn’t make you, pulling you to his chest and kissing the top of your head.

the two of you stay like that for a while, taking turns holding each other, comforting one another and placing endless kisses on each others faces. it felt like only a moment had passed in comparison to the eternity you felt without satoru.

satoru notices the way your eyes linger on him, the way you’re looking at him every couple minutes as the two of you eat soup in silence. it hurts his heart, seeing you so afraid and traumatized, he wishes he could go back in time and make sure they kept you away from any screens.

the season finale of the show you two had been watching doesn’t matter to you much anymore, barely paying attention to it. your focus is instead on the white haired man laying practically on top of you, mindlessly eating some popcorn you’d made for him.

your fingers are tangled in his hair, somehow still soft despite everything he went through. satoru can feel your eyes on him, of course he can. he wonders if you’re looking at his scarred skin, if you’re too scared to even continue a relationship with him.

“you should shower” your comment is what breaks the silence and interrupts satoru’s spiraling thoughts.

“huh?” there’s genuine confusion in his voice. is that really what you were thinking about? “are you calling me stinky?” he teases, testing the waters.

“grimy, actually” a small smile creeping on your lips. it makes satoru’s heart glow, a wide grin on his lips as he sees your smile.

“your words cut deep” he pouts, quickly smiling again when you roll your eyes at his familiar antics. “even sukuna didn’t hurt me this much” the words make you gasp, smacking him slightly and pushing him off the couch.

“uncalled for!” you laugh, shrieking when satoru stands from the floor and picks you up swiftly. he doesn’t think k twice before peppering kisses over your face and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“now you’re stinky too!” he wastes no time in heading to the restroom, with you still in his arms (hardly putting up a fight). he sets you on the counter softly, bending down to be eye level with you. his nose is only centimeters from yours, and you can’t resist the urge to rub yours against his.

satoru giggles at your action; the noise alone puts your heart at ease, the weight on your shoulders lifted and things felt right.

for the time the two of you are in the restroom life is perfect again. even when satoru takes his shirt off, visibly nervous about the new scar across his torso, you’re too happy to have him there to care.

“you don’t think it looks, i don’t know, ugly?” he’s avoiding eye contact and you can’t help but laugh softly. the sound makes his head snap towards you immediately, relaxing when you take his hands in his and pull him closer.

“you could never look ugly, angel boy” you mumble, kissing his lips. “i think it looks good, actually” you grin, wiggling your eyebrows and making his cheeks flush pink. satoru wastes no time kissing you again, giggling against your lips.

the hot water hits his skin and it feels like a godsend, making hums sigh in relief.

“told you you should shower” you tease, making your lover grin at your words. he waves you off gently, relishing in the feeling. “c’mere let me shampoo you.”

satoru doesn’t hesitate, a faint smile on his lips when your fingers scratch his scalp. maybe it’s the steam enshrouding the two of you, or seeing you change into his clothes, or smelling the clean bedsheets again, or being home- regardless of the reason satoru finally feels free.

there’s no stress on his shoulders from the higher ups or his clan, he’s not afraid of his students getting hurt anymore, he’s not afraid of losing you.

“i love you sweetheart” he whispers. you’ve been asleep for a while now, your head on his chest with your arms wrapped tightly around him. maybe it was weird but he didn’t care, he spent the night tracing your features with his eyes, memorizing any noise you made and the way you breathed.

satoru’s eyes watered, grateful to be back home. his eyes wandering to his sock drawer, tomorrow he’ll pull out the small velvet box he bought a year ago.

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[blacknidstang]

Here op i know you didnt ask for this but i really really wanted to say there's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with having a preference even if majority or at least big part of fandom doesn't share it with you. Sure there are tonssss of good bottom Dean fics and just amazing amazing writers and creators, but also, i think that's how it's gonna be for any fandom, there's gonna be amazing stuff that you so aren't into and that doesn't invalidate either side.

You can always acknowledge what canon shows (like how sam is a feral beast in bed and how soft and laid back dean is) and still prefer it in a different setting. Like Sam taking control/being feral/snapping at dean and enjoying holding some power to me doesn't make dean more of a bottom for example, considering top doesn't always equal dom and i very personally prefer those in context of power bottom sam, why would someone being gentle or letting go of control make them a bottom even i never understand eventually something just.. either hits for you or doesnt. Maybe it's about how you see the characters, maybe it's just what your dick desires. Your taste deserves all your own respect and even if you ended up not seeing what others see, it's still all fine

Plus, i don't even think all the canon about how sam and dean fuck tells you everything about who tops or is more dom when it comes to wincest itself, because what sam and dean are to each other is worlds and worlds away from what they are to other people.

Anyways i really wanna just say that there's not a single thing wrong with you. Enjoying a fixed ship dynamic is the least harmful thing in the world as long as you understand this is your viewpoint and it differs from someone else and their preferences.

idk what's wrong with me, but I just CANT see Sam as dominant over Dean. Like, I totally get where it would come from, but I just cant see it with Dean. Sam does snap at Dean and is stern sometimes, but in a relationship idk. seems like Sam would be submissive for Dean. (guys I totally love blood lust Sam and souless Sam, but they seem like versions of Sam that he wants to keep away from Dean) Maybe the feisty part of him translates to a bottom that takes what he wants??? AHHH

change my mind!! there's so many bottom Dean fics but why does it seem so ooc?? I WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU SEE

[shouyuus]

Vi! who has never given bottoming much thought—you see, she just doesn’t get the appeal really—until she meets you; someone she feels so completely safe and sound with, someone she’d trust with her life and now all of a sudden she’s jolting awake from feverish ‘nightmares’ where you loom over her, half cruel half kind smirk plastered across your face, as you languidly thrust into her, murmuring praises and she feels so warm and hot and overwhelmingly full and—

(+++ she’d be such a bashful bottom initially!! blushing and cursing and groaning and biting her knuckles raw to keep the whines from spilling out, hiding her face in her forearm or your shoulder etc etc) 

send me vi thirsts and i'll give u my hand in marriage

tw: strap usage (vi receiving!)

woof okay like. as much as i stan top!vi (bc rawrrr), i am, at the core, a switch!vi truther. so like, absolutely she would, once she's comfortable enough w someone, bc the concept of surrender is just so foreign to her, but ppl who have been the one constantly Doing the Thing their whole lives, i feel like always crave that kind of surrender, right. so it would take a good few months, but as the trust grows, she'd let her mind wander down that alley more and more, each time pulling back cause a part of her still recoils at the thought of giving up that much control.

still, the night that it happens, her dream starting off in a familiar place -- in your arms, your lips like cinders to the parchment of her skin, but then you're pushing her back, and there's a heat coiling within her (it's been there for weeks but she's never known how to define it, never really leaned in close enough to hear it's name). and the ache between her legs is so familiar, and yet so strange at the same time bc it's not her first time, she knows the wanting for that fullness -- your fingers, your mouth, your tongue (sweet gods you're tongue) but it's nothing like this, right, the feeling of wanting to be stretched out. to feel --

her hips jerk, her mouth falls open, there's a whine twisting its way up her throat and her eyes are squeezing shut, bc why are you looking at her like that, like she's perfect but that you couldn't wait to take her apart. you snap your hips and she keens, biting down on her bottom lip so hard she thinks she tastes blood.

"fuck vi -- so good for me --"

"please -- n-ngh --! pleasepleaseplease --"

"vi?"

"a-ah --!"

"vi! are you okay? hey -- wake up!"

"h-huh?"

she jerks up, her heart a wild clatter of thunder in her chest, her skin flushed, her eyes unfocused till she sees you, hovering above her like in her dream, but unlike her dream, there's no delicate smirk on your lips, only a sincere, mounting worry creasing your forehead as you cup her cheek.

"are you okay? you were moaning in your sleep --" you say, eyes flickering over her face, taking in the dark flush in her cheeks and the uneven pace of her breaths.

vi swallows, a fresh wave of heat cresting up her stomach into her chest as she feels herself clench over nothing, the phantom fullness of the dream receding even as she scrambles to find something to say.

"sorry -- shit -- uh -- it was uh --"

"it was just a dream," you soothe, convinced that she'd had a nightmare and not --

she hisses out a long breath as you lean up to kiss her cheek, her hand coming up to catch yours, her grip strong as it always is, but something about it makes you pause.

"vi? is... everything okay?"

she takes a few deep breaths, leaning back against the pile of pillows. it's only then that she realizes what time it is -- the late afternoon sun slanting orange into the bedroom. right, she'd come into the bedroom for a power nap, and you said you were going to join her in just a few minutes.

she sighs, nodding.

"yeah. everything -- everything's great, cupcake. c'mere." she drags you into bed with her, pulling you into her chest. you settle there after a few seconds of shuffling limbs, pressing your ear to her heart.

"was it a bad dream?"

vi laughs, blinking hard as she tries to rid her vision of the afterimages of you, fucking her open on a strap, gently tugging away her hands as she'd tried to hide her noises.

"uh... no. i mean. it was just --" she swallows, "different."

you look up, your bright eyes curious as she sucks in another breath, blushing.

"but it wasn't a nightmare?"

vi licks her lips, her mouth suddenly very dry.

"uhm... no. not really exactly."

"well, you wanna tell me about it?"

vi bites her lips, swallowing down the kneejerk urge to reject the idea completely. she steadies her breathing and closes her eyes. if there's anything she knows in this life, it's that you'd never laugh at her, never do anything you thought might hurt her.

that you love her, unconditionally. in a way that she's still sometimes unused to being loved. but she's learning. so she figures it can't hurt, and she opens her mouth.

"yeah actually --" she takes a deep breath, "it was a dream about you."

[justhereforsubsevika]

Arcane women pussy Hc's

Look. I asked and people wanted it.

I FORGOT TO TAG MY INSPO @wingedcrowpersona

Mel, Sevika, Vi, Ambessa (coz a comment requested it!) <3

Mel Medara

MY QUEEEEN okay so mel is very neat and tidy, keeps her bush perfectly triangular because she thinks it's a nice shape. She has some of her little gold details along the inside of her thighs and down her v-line, just under her hip bones. She has a deep brown pussy but when you open her up she's a light-ish shade of pink.

As for what she enjoys, I'm a Melvika truther and Mel loves when Sevika eats her out. Her tongue is really meaty so Sevika usually doesn't have to use her fingers when she goes down on Mel.

Sevika

Okay. Sevika is all woman. Her pussy is big, it's obnoxious, it's just her. She has thick puffy outer labia and long inner labia, a slightly darker brown, and they stick out. She has a big clit that she loves getting sucked, especially because it's so large that you have to bob your head on it to properly get her off. Her pussy is messy as hell, Mel is always shocked at how much of Sevika's mess is running down her thighs when she goes down on her. She doesn't shave, she doesn't care about keeping her pussy neat. She's all natural and she loves the way her bush sticks out from under her thong.

Sevika enjoys getting head but she also really enjoys the strap being used on her. Dom!Sevika will talk Mel through every little movement, but Sub!Sevika will let Mel have the reigns and thank her for everything she gives. She's a squirter and a creamer and Mel goes crazy for it

Vi (i realise i shouldve used pink here instead but that's Sevi's colour so NO)

Vi's is really chubby. Don't ask me why it just is. She has a chubby pussy, her outer lips fat and puffy and perfectly enveloping her clit. You have to spread her out to get to her clit, because otherwise you literally cannot see it. Her pussy is a dark-ish pink on the inside, her skin paler than the rest of her body. She has a cute tuft of pink hair above her pussy that leads up to her happy trail, but the inside of her thighs are shaved (unlike Sevika).

Violet is a service top so usually just touches herself while she eats gert out (yes i'm a gertvi truther, what about it!!!) But when she does bottom she prefers fingers. She wants to really feel her partners skin against all her spots.

Ambessa (I'm not big into Ambessa so I'm sorry if this doesn't fit ur canons!!)

Ambessa is old and older women start to lose their hair down there (not remarkably sexy but it's a fact of life) and so she started getting waxed with her spa treatments. She likes to pretend it doesn't hurt because she's a tough warrior but it hurts like HELL. Her pussy is a little chubby because she consumes a shitton of food to keep her physique, when she was younger she was a bit more petite. Her outer lips only barely surpass her inner ones, and the inner labia are tipped dark brown but fade into a dusty-rose sort of pink. She has dark freckles on her pussy because she sunbathes naked, without suncream (obviously, she doesn't believe in 'protection' or 'skin cancer'). She's a creamer, I just know it in my heart. (She's old so she doesn't get wet too easily I'm sorry guys but we have to be realistic here </3)

She likes to be eaten out because, as a hard-dom, she always needs control. If any of you think her twink wasn't being strapped down you're INSANE.

OKAY IM SORRY IF THIS WAS GROSS I JUST LIKE PUSSY OK </3