#dom sub dynamic

[sir-big-bass-knight-of-ur-mum]

Knight who pins the jester down until their make up is ruined. Knight who makes them limp so much it becomes part of their act. Knight who ruins the jester before sending them to court just to they know who they really serve

[darkroast-desire]

She doesn’t need to be guarded when she’s held in presence.

She doesn’t have to watch the door or listen for footsteps.

She knows he already has.

In his calm strength, her breath slows.

In his steady voice, her body softens.

In his discipline, she finds her freedom.

This is what it means to lead.

Not through noise or force—

But through the kind of weight a woman can finally exhale under.

Because when she’s safe, she doesn’t have to fight.

She just rests.

And that rest is sacred.

[chronic-claire-universe]

ok so

who do you think is a total, and I mean a total hard dom

from bsd, jjk and tr cuz me wants to know your thots

Ahhh well from bsd: MORI, fyodor maybe? I don't think an explanation is needed here 😌

JJK: Geto, SUKUNA and Toji (sorry but it seems like this honestly) the ones I hate the most, faux simpathy and manipulation are their things and they get quite too mean for their own good, awful

TokRev: HANMA, Taiju, South, Sanzu and Rindou (I'm really sad for the last two honestly but bondage, degradation and impact play seem like their things, I would hate every minute of it 🥲)

[kylo-ren-has-an-8pack]

For the link prompt list: if you could put a collar on kylo and give him a massive thing for hux in his military coats that would be delicious Love you 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

A/n: @potentialproblem01 this was meant to be 500 words or less, but it doubled that. Oops. ;) Also here on AO3. If you want to request any kinky prompts for really any ships involving Kylo, Hux, or Poe, see this list.

It was a rare feat that Hux felt truly satisfied,whether it be with the outcome of a situation, an activity, or perhaps, afascinating piece of art. He accepted these things as they were when he must,but seldom did he feel that they had reached their full potential. Likely, hesupposed, that minute detail of his personality had to do with his father’s clever brandof upbringing, but those sorts of thoughts always left a sour taste in hismouth, thus he avoided them. That in mind though, it was interestingto him, that in this case, the sight before him welled up an intense feeling ofgratification and an odd sense of fulfillment.

Peering down at him, Kylo Ren was very possibly a situation, anactivity, and a fascinating piece of art, all at once.

“There you are. Lookat you,” Hux praised in a firm but gentle tone, enjoying the way that Kyloknelt submissively before him, brown eyes gazing into his – for praise orfor instruction? – questioning. “You look so good like this.”

Removing a singular glove, Hux allowed himself to reach towardsthe other man, brushing a dark lock of wavy hair out of his eyes with the backof his hand. His hair was soft. He hadn’t touched it before now, but he likedthe idea of doing it again, fisting into it until that lovely throat wasexposed. Along that train of thought, he crouched down and let his fingerslightly stroke the black leather of the collar fixed around the otherman’s neck. As of yet, it had no lead, nor a place for one – that could alwayscome later. The letters H-U-X were indented into it, like a proud declaration,and he felt a wave of heat swirl deep in the pit of him. 

“In your rightfulplace,” he murmured, maybe to himself. Ren certainly didn’t need to hear it. He knew.

This. This wasthe Supreme Leader, or at least it was what he used to be. Who had he thoughtthat he was thatday? The First Order was never truly loyal to the whelp leader of the Knightsof Ren, but the Hux name…theentire Stormtrooper program rest on his shoulders. It held power. Removing Renfrom his short-lived title and giving himself a new one in the process hadproven all too easy. And to his surprise and intrigue, after the usual shoutingand brooding, upon Ren’s acceptance of defeat, the younger man hadseemed…relieved. And why not? Power was a burden, although it was one that Huxhad never tired of.

“Tell me, Ren, doyou like being on your knees for…a rabid cur?” He nearly purred out the name hehad overheard, his lips curling into a vindictive smirk. “You lookmore the cur now, don’t you?”

Ren swallowed roughly, his gaze never leaving Hux’s. “Yes.”

Hux fully smiled then, standing back to his feet and casuallydrawing his hands behind his back. “To which question? Do keepup.” Waiting for an answer, he started to slip out of his coat, unsure asyet of the extensiveness of his plans, all too many tempting tidbits bouncingaround his head.

“Leave it on.”

Hux jerked towards Ren, who was still obediently on his knees,startled and amused by the command. “Why?” He paused his own actions, interestpiqued, while Ren chewed on his lower lip in a way that Hux found utterlyenticing. He wanted to chew on that lip too. He might just do that if allcontinued to go so well. His thoughts may have shown on his face, but it didn’tmatter at this point if it did. They were alone and Ren was proving himselfmanageable thus far.

“Because I like it. I like your coat. I’d like you to leave iton.”

Ren spoke with notone of the broken, the tortured or the torn, all of which Hux had heardmany times in his life. His voice held only submission, vague reverence that hewould thoroughly love todraw out another time, and yet the same, old firmness and matter-of-factquality to it that it always had. It was a pleasant combination that he wouldwork to perfect later, he thought. 

“You’d like me to leave it on, what?” Hux tested him, though theanswer he was most hoping to receive, he honestly could not decide. Sir?Emperor?

“Please,” Ren added, and it wasn’t a beg. It didn’t even soundlike he was truly asking, rather informing, punctuating the sentencedifferently since Hux had requested it of him.

Hux stared at him for a long moment, eyes boring into him as ifhe could see into the force sensitive’s head the way that Ren could likely seeinto his. He actually didn’t mind the thought of him taking a look right now,seeing all the plans he had for him, and how pleased he truly was with the turnof events of the past weeks.

“Alright.”

The coat was resettled on his shoulders and Ren was stillstaring at him like he was expecting something, and this time, Hux realizedwhat it was. Not a usual fan of expectations, this was different, and he was all too ready to pay notice to pleasing behavior. 

“Come here then, Darling,” he growled, curling two fingersunderneath the collar until he could feel Ren’s quickening pulse.

Hux pulled him – thought not a yank, forcefully – to his feet,rewarding him with a crushing kiss that was returned with absolute vigor. Hetasted his lips then, dry but soft, delving deeper into his mouth after amoment to explore the rest, and quickly, the tongue and teeth of the great KyloRen became his additional conquests. It was almost too good to pull away, butthere would be other days for lack of restraint. Drawing back, a few things happened. Ren was panting, the visible bulge in his trousers made the view all of the more alluring tothe new Emperor, and he knew that this had been the right decision. 

Oh yes. He could work with this, and he was very satisfied.