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[oakensocks]

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. Comment with your character, preferences, and any info you'd like to include. All top levels are now feeling dominant, whatever that means for your character: aggressive, sweet, patient, demanding, strong, caring, uncaring, etc. Reply to others. Thread.

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ben k̶y̶l̶o̶ ̶r̶e̶n̶ solo. STAR☆WARS. ota

[vaderstan]

Hifumi Izanami | Hypnosis Mic | M/M

[gynophobia]

Kinklist. Just in case. Can be the one feeling dominant or otherwise.

samantha murphy | original character | f/m

[andgracetoo]

[cakeprince]

[Could toss this guy at yours? Given the journal name I think they'd be a good fit. Seunwoo is terrified of women. He tends to take a more submissive role in his canon but he could easily fit into the dom role in the right situation. If that's all okay with you I can toss together a starter? He's a frequent of clubs so I can see them running into each other somewhere like that? I don't know if he'd go to a host club specifically unless he was brought there which could always happen and he breaks off to see Hifumi instead.]

Lan Wangji | The Untamed | M/M

[mourningjade]

[gynophobia]

[That sounds great! We could go with a friend brings Seunwoo in and then they ditch him for a different Host? Or staffing issue makes it where Hifumi ends up taking Seunwoo. I'd be a-okay with Hifumi being dominant in this situation considering his work is his element.]

[cakeprince]

[Perfect! Yeah that sounds like a good scenario.]

Seunwoo is dressed sharply tonight. A red leather set of pants and a black mesh top with a leopard print hem lining his sleeves and where the buttons in the front are tightly fastened. He isn't sure how he got roped into this. A host club. If anything he should be the one working here, not patronizing the place, given his uncanny ability to draw men to him. Still, he'd promised Jin he'd keep an eye on Sooyoung and this is where they've ended up... Already in the first minute he's mistaken for someone who works there by one of the patrons and he has to wave his hands at him to clear up the miscommunication. After making sure Sooyoung isn't going to get himself into any trouble - for at least five minutes, anyway - he orders himself a drink and after dodging another patron who thinks he's a worker, he tries to find a darker, less occupied part of the club. Maybe he should have dressed less flashy...

"This place is dangerous," he sighs, sitting down on one of the couches without realizing someone is occupying it next to him. He's just bumped into Hifumi without meaning to. "Ah, sorry," he fumbles a little bit as he tries to sit up; luckily he didn't spill his drink but it was pretty close. "I'm just trying to find somewhere quiet. Not that this place is really quiet. But I'm supposed to babysi-... Watch my friend's friend," he sighs, putting his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose at his eyes. "He has this penchant for getting into trouble no matter where we are so..." Yeah, he got saddled with babysitting duty so Jinhyuk could have a quiet night without Sooyoung setting the stove on fire again.

This place seemed like the safest thing where he wouldn't do much damage.

[gynophobia]

The blonde host was a bit surprised to be almost sat on, his hand almost immediately rising up to brush his own strikingly bright hair behind his ear and flash an instinctive smile. Was it a customer trying to get handsy without permission--Oh. No. Just a lost customer.

He laughs it off, waving his own hand dismissively at Seunwoo before patting on the leather seat beside him. "Oh, no, no. Don't worry about it at all, young master! I'm taking a break right now, so feel free to take a load off." His tone is comfortable, but professional. Like this sort of thing is a common mistake that happens all the time, and that the sight of him was even a relief. Honestly, Sunday nights weren't evenings that Hifumi was usually on the schedule--what with it being boy's night and all.

Tonight was a night for overtime, but only because the second highest grossing Host had called in that night. It was rough to have to cancel his only day off to come in, but Hifumi was happy to do it if it made it so his coworker could rest. As good as Hifumi was with the women when he was at work, it was kind of relaxing to be around mostly men tonight.

"Sit, sit. I insist! Your friend will be fine. You two came in and got seated by Tatsu-chan, didn't you? He'll make sure your friend doesn't get into trouble. Promise." He flashes an easy smile, lifting a thin and elegant leg to cross over the other.

Ian Fowler | OC

[wittingly]

[ character info | kinks list | m/m or m/f | switch ]

Bucky Barnes | MCU

[freightcars]

[ kinks list | m/m or m/f | dom, first time willing subs would be great. ]

[evreica]

[Wanda + offering herself for light deprioritization, semipublic, honor bondage, training, gag/muzzle, overstimulation?]

let me know if any of this doesn't work;

[freightcars]

[ The plan is simple. Risky, but only if she loses control of herself during. Bucky's got a tight leash on the sounds he makes, on his self-control, and in theory he'll have a tight leash on her. It's maybe a bold choice to make so early, but he's got that dark determination fueling him. He commits.

Buys out every seat in the back row of a movie theater. It's one of those double feature back to back things in an older building, the kind that doesn't have reclining seats, no surround sound, no 3D. It doesn't play the latest releases, but rather cult classics or timeless movies. It's never packed, but it's also rarely empty.

They keep it dark in between showings, and they switch to short minute-films and commercials in between for the people who want to take a break. It's never quiet, and there's never any reason for anyone to look back. Nothing that'll draw attention to them.

In theory. He has a safety net if she needs it.

He's there first, and he's given some pretty clear instructions to her for when she arrives. Straight forward, no tricks. He doesn't play mind games with this.

-Come straight to the back row.
-No talking.
-Wear nothing beneath your skirt.
-Take him out.
-Sit in his lap, but not on him yet. That part will come later. ]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[yo_me_rezo]

Essa Erso-Andor | Rogue One OC | OTA

[theresalways_hope]

[evreica]

[One way to put it is that Wanda likes risk, gets excited by it. She doesn't have all that much experience, sexually, but, well, "normal" sex tends to bore her. She likes walking on the edge.

Another way to put it is that Wanda likes... well, she likes being good. Part of this is instinct, just her natural way; part of it is that she's got a bit of a guilt complex. She's done enough things that fall into the category of "fucked up" that she wants to make up for it. She wants to help people, sure, but it also manifests in wanting to follow instructions and please people. These instincts combined lead to her being an eager, if shy, submissive.

Bucky is, in her opinion, an ideal partner for this sort of thing. Bucky understands, more than most, about why she is the way she is, without her even having to explain many of her reasons. In turn, maybe, she can give him some of the control he's lacked, or if not that then some of the fun.

She's worrying her lip as she enters the theater, watching her feet instead of the crowd. She's wearing one of her shorter dresses, thigh-high stockings, heels -- nothing overtly sexy, but it makes her feel cute and hopefully it means he'll find her cute, too.

She follows his instructions to the letter, not daring to meet his eyes, barely even cracking a smile yet. She's focusing on doing what she's been told. (The straightforwardness is appreciated; it's another reason she trusts him enough to want to do this.) Once she's in his lap, she leans back against his chest, not heavily but just enough to feel him there. She turns her head to the side so he can see her lips move as she mouths a "hello," fond and secretive. She won't speak unless she's told, but she's not sure if she should greet him with a kiss instead (that might be too presumptuous), so this seems like a reasonable compromise.]

[freightcars]

[ He's got an arm thrown over the back of the seat on either side of him when she climbs the landings. He clocks her immediately, eyes tracking her in the dark, scoping her outfit, her posture, her body language. It isn't about making sure she looks submissive or feminine; that's not the point of the skirt, and he'd be just as fine if she walked in with her head held high challenging everyone else in the room. He's checking for her comfort, scoping for anxieties. He isn't concerned with asserting masculinity here. He isn't concerned with subjugating her. There's a difference between what he wants and what most people who veer down this path want. Some people do it to humiliate, to put someone in their place, to assign them to a station. Some people do it to elevate themselves.

He just wants control. Real, completely voluntary control over someone else - and to use it in a way he considers to be right. Wield that power without poison. Maybe be a little selfish, for once in his goddamn life.

She can be strong to everyone else as long as she listens to him.

She does, so far. To the letter, which he appreciates. Even the soft greeting is alright, and he winds a steely arm around her middle with surprising gentleness despite the material it's made from. He uses it to pull her back and into place the way he'd like, nudging knees between her thighs and then manspreading casually so they're both parted - hers more so than his.

As easy as breathing. Like it's comfortable, familiar. ]

Hey.

[ He murmurs, low and inaudible to anyone further from him than she is. He's taller than her by a good bit; sitting up straight puts his mouth somewhere just above her ear when they're flush back to chest.

His chin dips until his lips are closer to her neck, brushing against it as he speaks. ]

Good job so far. You ready?

[ Still along for the ride? ]

Motoko Kusanagi | Ghost in the Shell: SAC | OTA

[majormalfunction]

[evreica]

[The thing is, she's shy because right now she's very inwardly focused. The other people in the room don't matter beyond being set dressing, they're not the ones she's here for. She's here for Bucky, and for herself too.

She's already sunk into subspace, at least a bit. She's been there since she walked in the building. She doesn't want to distract herself from feeling everything that these games make her feel.

She smiles, still timid but decidedly more genuine, when he arranges her just so. It's still thrilling, this secret sort of exposure; she's alert to every sensation, from his arm around her just so to the brush of air between her thighs to the exhilarating heat of his breath.

She nods, tipping her head so as to bare her throat to him. That's as much for her as him; if he wants to give her attention, kiss her or bite her or anything, that'd be more than welcome, but it also just feels good to let herself do this little act of submission. She spends so much time trying to be strong that it's a relief to get to be... well, this isn't weak, but it's projecting a very different kind of confidence, at least.]

Nie Mingjue | The Untamed | M/M

[da_ge]

[freightcars]

[ It's a good answer, reassuring, and his response is to hum out a low tone that barely makes it to her ears. Okay, then. She knows her word, what she needs to say to make this stop if she wants to. Beyond that, he's taking the steering wheel.

He's wearing sweatpants, joggers. The kind meant for sleeping, with a wide opening in the front that he's already slipped out of, half hard beneath her from the thought of this alone. From the minutes spent contemplating it before she walked in and, more importantly, the way she obediently got them started.

He settles back against the seat a little, and his right hand goes about working up the material of her skirt. Tugging it up and away so that it fans out over his stomach rather than beneath her, no barrier left between them where it matters. He doesn't do anything about that yet, content to just feel her heat and pressure while he focuses on setting expectations.

He presses one soft, open-mouthed kiss along the line of her neck, then lifts to murmur somewhere just behind the shell of her ear. ]

There are rules today.

[ There aren't always, not beyond the do's and dont's they've already established. The rules won't always be consistent, won't always be these, but for this session he has a few. ]

You can't make any noise. Nothing above a breath.

[ Because before them is an audience facing away, dotting the seats in twos and threes and fours, some as close as a row down and three seats over.

He wraps warm fingers around one of her wrists, guides it down between her legs and toward his inner thigh. ]

Touch there after I tell you the rest of them so I know you understand them.

[evreica]

[The kiss followed by the low rumble of his voice makes her shiver, a spine-arching sort of shiver she feels all the way to her toes. Despite this, she makes an effort not to wiggle around too much lest she disturb his plans.

(The fact that she's so attuned to things and such a worrier can mean she's a devoted partner. Occasionally it means she's more paranoid than she needs to be. This is why those little soft touches and, when she's earned them, words of praise are especially valuable.)

She nods just once in response to his statement. That won't be so hard, she thinks. Subspace has a way of stealing her voice away, reducing her to whimpers and gazes and body language; it's a different speechlessness than other extreme emotions trigger in her, more coy, more like a private code. Stopping herself from making any noise at all can't be much different, she thinks. Hopes.

Lightly, she taps his thigh in understanding. (Small mercies that he's wearing these pants and not, say, stiff blue jeans that would rasp against her skin.) So far, so good.]

[freightcars]

[ If anyone in the world can understand communicating without words, it's him. He's got kind of a reputation for speaking through eye contact, through body language, through subtle expression. In that exact same measure, he's an avid observer. He can read other people because he's studious. Always has been, even before the war - ten feet back dragging his eyes over someone head to toe, eye to mouth to assess them. Later, through a scope. After that, as a weapon who used muscle movements to predict the next move in a fight. After that, the searching for recognition or fear in someone's eyes.

It's nice to wield it toward this, to narrow his focus down to just observing her. He's keyed into every nuance - good or bad. Searching for discomfort as much as he's searching for the pleasure she's finding in this.

She taps his leg, he dips in again to kiss her neck in approval. Light, brief. He'll devote more time to it later.

Beneath her, he's twitching gently harder. Every couple of heartbeats, a soft pulse has him lifting up and gently pressing against her sex. That's still not on his mind yet, although his right hand does start exploring. He slips it back underneath her skirt, idly passes his palm across her thigh, around her hip, the small of her back, dragging his thumb along the curve of her glutes. ]

If I hear anything from you that isn't breathing, I have something I'm going to put in your mouth.

[ He speaks slowly, calm and well enunciated above her ear. These aren't sexual drawls, they're not intended to be intimidating or authoritative. It's like he's relaying facts, a debrief. Mission report. Steady, quiet, low and clear. ]

It's important to me that you understand that isn't a punishment. It's a precaution.

[ Because he doesn't believe in punishment. Not in this space. He operates on a system of reward, positive reinforcement. The only way he'll correct her is by denying her that reward. Anything more negative than that strikes a cord in him the wrong way. He isn't here to coerce, to hurt, to cause distress - he only wants control willingly given, seeking approval. He wants to take the control that's given to him, he wants to take over the vulnerability that's offered up, he wants to use it in the exact opposite way from how he experienced it.

Comply and he will make you feel good. There is no do not comply, there are only mistakes and accidents. Training opportunities. Room for him to help her improve. ]

Loki | mcu | ota

[tr1ckortreat]

[Leaning towards him being the dominant one unless you are Thor.]

Thor God of Thunder | mcu | ota

[thouweareth_mothersdrapes]

[Big guy and dom.]