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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bakerstreet2016-09-17 09:25 am
MICK RORY ( HEATWAVE ) | DCTV | OTA
Bucky Barnes | MCU
Peter Quill | Guardians of the Galaxy
BARRY ALLEN | THE FLASH | OTA
S'chn T'gai Spock | AOS Mirror Universe | M/M
Matt Murdock | Daredevil | ota
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It had been a long day full of... tension, and having the office to themselves hadn't helped when innocent flirting gradually escalated as the hours ticked by. If they weren't open for business, Matt might have suggested having at it right then and there on his desk.
But no, clearer minds had prevailed and they continued on with their work and waited until the evening. Now it was all Matt could do to stop himself from picking her up and fucking her against the wall, clothes on and everything.]
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As soon as the door closes, she drops her purse and coat, arms wrapping around Matt as he kisses her. She slips her hands beneath his coat to shove it off, tangling it at his arms instead. Making a little huffing noise, she nips his lower lip, her heart beating quick in her chest. She's not used to Matt being like this, and it's definitely a turn on.]
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His coat falls to the ground and Matt doesn't miss it. His hands are already tugging at Karen's clothing as well, unbuttoning her blouse a bit clumsily as he tries to do so without breaking away from the kiss.]
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She's pretty sure he doesn't care, but still...]
Martha Jones | Doctor Who | f/m
dante / dmc: devil may cry.
midoriya izuku . bnha
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[1/3]
without the added factor of messy intimacy.
He didn't know why that started, and why it continued...
Teenagers and hormones he guesses? Plus the rivalry thing. Frustrations-- it wasn't a bad thing. It really wasn't, but of course... like the entire time he's known him, everything was instigated on Kacchan's terms.
So... maybe Midoriya was tired of it, tired of waiting for Kacchan to be placated or angry enough to start something that involved lips, groping hands and teeth.
Catching him alone was the hard part- so when the opportunity came one evening when they were merely passing one another in the hallway (Midoriya with his head slightly bowed as to avoid eye contact, as per usual) he inexplicably found himself taking it.
He didn't know why it happened- maybe it was the mounting frustrations from all the training they've all been doing? Or the fact that Kacchan had been ignoring him lately?
Either way, that sure was his hand reaching out, palm placed firmly in the middle of Kacchan's chest... and everything was happening so quickly it wasn't giving him brain or common sense to catch up.]
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Breath hitching as he felt the heat roll off of Kacchan's body, it sent a tremble down his spine, causing him to wet his lips as he settled his gaze upwards.
...
So.
Here's the thing.
Now he didn't know what to do.]
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[He had nothing else left in him. The amount of courage it took for him to get this far was now completely spent and it just left him pinning his... something or other very awkwardly in a hallway.
Instinct was telling him to move away very quickly.
...But his feet were firmly planted, and all he could do was glance at Kacchan helplessly before wincing in advance.
Yeah.
This did not go as planned.]
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Apparently, tonight was a night where Bakugou was completely fine with pretending absolutely nothing weird was happening between them. He was probably heading back from the restroom to lie down for the evening. The old Bakugou might have elbowed Deku in passing, but he refrains...
Only to be assaulted?! Sort of. There's a hand to his chest and while Deku's never been particularly violent, for a split-second he's sure his more-than-friend-but-whatever is preparing to use his quirk to remove his heart and crush it in his palm for all of the neglect that he's extremely aware of.
For all of a second. Another hand slams the spot by his face, but he doesn't flinch. He steadily glares at the shorter boy as if anticipating the motion. He wasn't, but still.]
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Piss off.
[The demand surpassing 'get the fuck out of my way'. Seemed more appropriate overall. He'll make a grab for the hand at his chest -- the wrist, rather, squeezing at it with enough force to match his tone.]
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[Gritting his teeth, fingers curling tight against Bakugou's chest, grasping at his shirt with enough force to make his knuckles turn white. He should be pale in fear, but instead he is flustered and annoyed, eyes finally opening to look up at him.]
No.
[It came out firmer than intended, which surprised him, and he doesn't let go and he doesn't step away. It would be easier that way, but Midoriya was a little tired of being pushed around and used at Kacchan's whims.
He wasn't like that anymore, dammit.]
You're not ignoring me tonight, Kacchan.
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...Which is precisely the problem here. His brows slope into a narrow.]
You picked a shitty night to be sensitive.
[Or needy, whatever.]
Five seconds.
[Is approximately how long Deku's got before Bakugou decides to roast his skin. The grip on his wrist doesn't seem to be letting up. He'd rather not start a commotion in the hallway, but he's also always favored getting shit done with a bang.]
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It was stupid.
He was stupid.]
Y-You're always so selfish, Kacchan.
[He blurts it out before he even truly realizes it.]
2/3 because i am a liar
It's stupid.]
You take me whenever it's convenient for you, then when I'm no longer relevant you treat me like I'm invisible for days.
[It's stupid but he can't shut up.]
S-Sensitive? How is it sensitive when I have needs too. I'm not like you, I can't just... just take you by the arm and-
[He gestures pathetically with his free hand.
Stupid.
Stupid stupid stupid.]
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I want you too sometimes, Kacchan- I hate that I do. I know it's stupid- that I'm being stupid.
[And now his stomach felt like it was twisting around itself and he should probably just leave and pretend none of this ever happened.]
But... I'm a person.
And I just thought...
[He just thought he could have his time too. That he could be desirable and attractive. That maybe he could rise up and take Kacchan by surprise instead of, like every aspect of him growing up, failing speciatularly.
Catching his bottom lip between his teeth, lowering his head further and waiting for Kacchan to let go so he could run back to his room and bury his face into his pillow and try not to scream over how stupid he just was.
Or at least lament over the fact that he was really awful at keeping his mouth shut.]
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That was a lot of crap to spew in five seconds.
Rather than a verbal rebuttal, he proceeds to tow Deku off to his bedroom. If asked, he's claim he'd rather not scream about stupid shit back and forth in the damn hallway, but overall...
He might be affected, just a bit. At the moment, he looks like an angry mother dragging their noisy child through a busy mall, minus most of those descriptors.
And once they're in his room, he'll subtly slam the door shut to perfectly sum things up. Mere seconds later, Deku should be wedged between himself and that same door, using his (slight) height to his advantage.]
Don't put up a big show for everyone.
[The grip moves to his shoulder, gripping and bunching the material up there. His other hand settles flatly to the side of Midoriya's head -- coincidentally stealing a move.]
If you're looking for attention, don't beat around the bush.
[Apparently being emotional and longwinded = beating around the bush. He's also implying that casually mentioning it would have persuaded him into being...lovey dovey.
Deku really picked a terrible person to like.]
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Breath hitching when Kacchan slammed the door and pinned him between.
The rush of blood pumping through his veins was near deafening, and Midoriya vaguely wondered if there was something wrong with him.
Why did he like this so much?
He could argue the fact that there was no one to make a big show for, and that his failed attempt at dominance was his way of seeking attention. But his mouth was a little dry and all he could focus on was Kacchan's sharp gaze, which would falter to his lips every now and again.
Midoriya was well aware that he picked the wrong person to fall into like with, but it didn't stop him from reaching up to tug Kacchan down by his shirt to clumsily steal a kiss from him, when was the last time he ever made a move like this before? He couldn't recall.
He just wanted it.]
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With him pinned, Bakugou supposes he's got the advantage until he's rather easily pulled into a kiss that's led by the shorter male. His teeth automatically line against that fuller lip and he pinches the skin between. He's biting Deku, lacking enough force to draw blood, but the sentiment's there.
Meanwhile, the hand pressed to the wall locates his side, gripping it in a bruising hold.
On the plus side, there's a distinct lack of smoke happening here, for all of his gripes...]
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The bite makes his lips part as he gasps, body arching just enough to maybe press against him to gain a little bit of friction or closeness. It felt like he was craving everything about their intimacy- the rough touches, the biting and bruises, and the warmth Kacchan happened to emit naturally.
It was overwhelming, but Midoriya wanted overwhelming right now.
His grip wasn't as tight as before, but it was enough to keep Kacchan in this position for a little while longer, breath shaky as his bottom lip throbbed from the bite. He ached for more, but he was (at the very least) above begging. Midoriya could deal with the bruises in the morning, so all he does is tug at Kacchan's shirt as he fixes him with a flustered look.]
Rumia / Osana Reimu/Reireimu / f/f if you want anything shippy
Patchouli Knowledge | Touhou Project | OTA
noiz | dramatical murder | m/m preferred
The Dragonborn | Skyrim | OTA