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Feeling Dominant

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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To say he was pissed at Tony was an understatement. All this for what? To soothe a billionaire's guilt? He was stuck in a prison in the middle of an ocean, watching as they treat Wanda, a young woman who was only trying to do the right thing, like a criminal. She couldn't possibly last in that strait jacket and cell. Hell, Clint was growing restless. He was treating the whole situation like an extended and bad surveillance mission but there were moments when he'd had to resist slamming his fist against the glass wall.

When those moments hit, he'd just pace the small cell, waiting. For what, he didn't know. Until the next supervillain hit a major city and they sent them out wearing leashes probably.

Wouldn't that be a sight. The thought came fleeting, just a floating wisp of a stray response, easily from Clint's own mind and with no hint for outside influence. It wasn't even loud enough to be considered a whisper or to put a tone to the voice. Just a thought.

You might even be grateful to the next offender who smashes your edifices and crush your people like crawling ants.

Except this thought carried that strangely familiar lilt of superiority.

A collar would definitely look nice.

The unbidden thought startled him. But it still sounded right and he was about to let the tension ease out of him when more words came. He jerked to his feet, turning as if he'd see someone standing on the bunk bed behind him.

He could picture that smirk, that sharp gaze, and smoothed back hair as if it were yesterday. And it sent a disgusted shiver through him. The last thing he needed was another series of therapy sessions.

"I'm losing my mind." he muttered under his breath. Loki was dead. Thor said as much. And according to Natasha, Clint had celebrated in a drunken stupor. The archer had put this incident behind him, at least, he thought he had.

Was it really celebration? The thoughts continued steadier now, like carrying on a conversation except selectively replying only to certain thoughts.

Joyous celebration is hardly the only reason for drinking too inebriation... But you know that.

Loki had returned to Midgard not two days ago and his first attempt to reconnect with the residual tendrils of the tesseract's power. There was very little left, but following the convoluted thread,it lead most strongly to Agent Barton, the first Midgardian to fall under the cube's power, and certainly the most useful. It was a genuine surprise to discover his current status.

Even the way his mind was answering him felt and sounded like Loki. This was a nightmare. He was dreaming. That had to be it. He did what any sane person would do. He pinched himself.

"If I find out one of you slipped something in the slime you call food..." He was going to choke someone. He had to keep his mind focused, ignore how easily those seeds of doubt was planted in his mind. Already, he found himself reaching back to the night of the party. Had he really been happy? Wasn't a part of him stricken by the news? The realization that someone who knew him so intimately was gone would drive anyone to drink.

He slapped his cheeks and tried to stare holes into the ground. He was over this. This was just some kind of strangely specific cabin fever.

A dream, of course, merely a fiction of your fragmented imagination, brought on by this insufferable position you landed in. How dare Stark imprison you this way. This was followed by not quite laughter, more like an audible smirk.

You know that saying on Midgard, with friends like these... Trailing off, the voice left Clint to come to the inevitable conclusion.

Wasn't it simpler with Loki? At least he respected your abilities, valued you for your skills. Stark puts you in a cage. He is awfully fond of his containers.

Loki Laufeyson | MCU | m/m for sexual

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Rin | Tailor (bondage specialist) OC | F/F

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