The Feeling DOMINANT Meme
No matter what your usual preferences are, today, you're feeling dominant. This doesn't mean Dominant with a capital D as in the BDSM sense - unless that's what you're into. It simply means you want to take charge. Maybe you even want to be aggressive and possessive, or you just want to show what you want and when you want it. There could very well be some emotional desires behind this fancy, as well.
This could be a complete change in your normal personality, an extension of what you're naturally like, or a normal but possibly unexplored part of you. It could even mean a spike in sexual interest, libido, or confidence if you're usually not the one to initiate.
So whether you're with an established partner, in an AU setting, or with a one-night stand, let your inner boss shine through and top or top from the bottom. You can control...and that just may be exactly what they want.
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bakerstreet2016-06-14 08:57 pm
Seto Kaiba | Yu-Gi-Oh! | M/M
Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | m/m
Vanessa Ives | Penny Dreadful
AU where they live evilly ever after.
It was a night of firsts, but not lasts. In having her entirely he found he longed to be had as well, to feel what it was to be excited once again, to know the sensations of submission and subservience--an impossible task when one respects none that lives. Easier, then, that he respects none but her.
He could count the weeks that culminated since their union, but why should he? The soft cushions of his own bed and the darkness of familiar candlelight are worth more than the museum's floor, a space for the two of them where the eyes of the flesh of his flesh, the blood of his blood would not dare to pry, not dare to crawl and creep without their word. His bed, it had been for some months now, but what he has is hers, entirely. ]
What would you have me do for you, Beloved?
[ He speaks quietly into her ear, close enough to consider taking the lobe of it into his mouth and sucking, but he doesn't. For her, he will do as he's told. ]
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What would I have you do...
[Her voice comes out in almost a purr, even as she moves to slide her body to cover his, her hair fanning out about her shoulders, the waves almost becoming curls in it's unkempt state. There is no need for proper styling now--no need for the conventions of the age.
And so the world fell into darkness, for what some would call her selfish weakness. But, well. What has god ever done for her? She has never heard him ever answer her prayers--and Lucifer...he was never an answer, ever.
“If you have been touched by the demon, it’s like being touched by the back hand of God. Makes you sacred in a way, doesn’t it? Makes you unique, with a kind of glory..."
To give in to God is to find some sort of ecstasy; and no, she did not give into Dracula--she gave into herself. But perhaps that was fitting--to find ecstacy in her God-like state. Vanessa finally accepted herself for what she was, Amunet reincarnate, and yet wholly herself. She could be true.
And Dracula? He understands that. Oh, yes--he wants her, covets her...as all men have, always, through the ages (Amunet, Vanessa, it makes no difference, there are so few men who have looked at her without lust in their eyes).
But now, there has been a shift. He says he loves her, and she believes. That he will never abandon her, never leave.
So now, straddling him, her fingers moving to brush over his chest, sliding up over his neck, thumbs sliding along his jawline, feeling the stiff hair there.
A little smirk lights her lips, dark eyes taking in the entire sight of him as she finally brings her thumb up to his mouth, presenting it to him.]
I already have you on your back; I think it is an excellent start.
[She wonders, when their powers were pushed against one another, who would truly win. But it would never come to that. Not now, no. She sighs, and her other hand moves to capture one of his, lacing fingers together. Vanessa shifts to pin that hand of his above the bed, squeezing.]
Oh my darling, what time we have...
Draco Malfoy | Harry Potter | M/M
rey | the force awakens
Alexander Pierce | MCU
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Which is how she's found herself playing bodyguard to Secretary Pierce on this world tour of diplomacy-- a cover that also gives him the opportunity to whisper "Hail HYDRA" to his fellow undercover operatives and further their plans for world domination.
So far, it's been uneventful. She hasn't had to crack a single skull. She's just bored and full of pent-up aggression, watching Pierce as he enjoys a drink in this swank hotel room. There's been a tremendous breakthrough in the development Project Insight, so it's cause for celebration. He's feeling so generous, he even offers her a glass of champagne to enjoy, even though she's still, technically, on the clock.
Not that it matters. It takes a lot to get Angel even remotely tipsy. But she drinks anyway, watching the Secretary with a hint of appreciation in her eyes. Older, refined, total silver fox... Yeah. She wouldn't kick the guy out of bed. ]
So, how many drinks will it take to make this a proper celebration? [ There's a wry quality to her voice, and after a beat, she adds: ] Sir. [ Just a hint of teasing insubordination. ]
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She speaks just as he's hanging up on a conference call with the World Security Council, and he turns to give her his full attention. His tie is loosened already, just the two of them in the hotel suite. ]
A proper celebration, Ms. Dust? [ He really does need something better to call her. ] I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.
[ The look on his face says otherwise, however. ]