Dominant men use their physicality to dominate their submissive female partners. Because of genetics, men are typically taller and stronger than women. Dominant men use these differences to their advantage. They also make gestures to remind their submissive partner of their status, including leading the sub through a crowd and placing a hand on their arm, shoulder, or the back of the neck. Dominant men may also assert their position verbally by speaking slowly, quietly, and deliberately while maintaining eye contact. In many cases, they lay the groundwork outside the bedroom before sealing the deal and dominating sexually behind closed doors.
HOW TO PLAY
x this is the sister (brother?) meme of the femdom meme. take it as seriously or as not as you'd like. x dudes and dudes adjacent: do your thing, take charge. maybe it's in a bdsm context. or it could be vanilla, i'm not your boss! heck, it doesn't even have to be sexual - romance/shipping can have that component that's all about making a move. add kinks and scenarios like garnishes. x the more unexpected, the better. nothing's more of a fun twist than a willowy, mild-mannered nerd being an animal in the sack. x m/f, m/m, */*, no items, final destination.
[All info in journal. Kink list here. Usually play him as dominant, but would love someone who can dominate him! Message me if you have any questions, and also happy to AU him to no powers.]
[ But, counter argument: an intimate baton-pass of control instead of a rigid dom/sub borderline. There are so many variables she has to be on top of so she can keep Enchantress chained up in her psyche, she needs a moment or two of mental self-care. ]
[Dusting this guy off after awhile of being gone. Eh? I always sort of see these two as brat switches which could be fun to play (with the understanding Steve wins dom at the end)? Also cool playing it straight dom. Lmk if you wanna discuss over DM or if you're not looking for a Steve.]
[In a moment of utter 'brilliance', as most of Alois' impulsive notions seemed to be concocted, he had decided to see just how high he could climb one of the trees out back on the manor property. Surely if he climbed high enough he'd be able to see London from where he was! It made sense, at least in the the moment it had.
To the little Earl's credit, he'd managed to get quite high, before fear had set in. Shrieking for Claude his butler had come, to pluck him out of branches and set him safe and sound back on the ground. Dramatics however were in order. Clearly his life had been in danger. How could Claude have let him climb such a tall tree in the first place?! What sort of butler would do that?!
A hand clutches at his breast, gripping the fine, striped fabric of his delicate vest, hyperventilating. It seems today is a high strung one, if Alois' current mood is any indication.]
[ Naturally, the moment his master had called, Claude had arrived. As easily as Alois had climbed himself into the branches, the butler had plucked him down. It was no surprise that the moment heeled feet touched the ground that the older man had to take a knee with a bow of his head. ]
My apologies, Your Highness. Though I assure you I would not have let that happen.
[ That hardly would change the outcome of today. Claude was sure of it. ]
[There are sniffles of course, as Alois lets himself go through the motions. Would Claude have let that happen? No, of course not, but there's something so utterly delightful having the demon come and whisk him away to safety. A knight in shining armour, if you will, or rather a spider cloaked in the uniform of a butler.
Either way, he's on the ground now. Or at least was, for a moment. He's now attempting to climb his way up Claude's body, in a bid to settle into his arms.]
Yes yes, you would have none of that, wouldn't you?
[ Climbing into his arms already, like a lost pet excited to find its home again. There lies no objection as Claude stands, his small lord easily cradled in one arm as his opposite gloved hand comes up to pick a small twig and leaf from blond hair. ]
Of course. For a butler to lose his master to the likes of a tree... there would be no greater insult.
[ He heads back for the manor, pristine white glove coming to rest on the back of Alois's calves for support. ]
Though for all your activity, your highness, I believe an early bath is in order.
[The AI's voice rang out and immediately the holographic simulation dissolved around Gemini, leaving her embarrassingly close to twenty feet tall on massively elongated legs and with a pair of huge dustbin sized hammers for hands. Sparing her teammates and fellow Avengers trainees a sheepish look, Gemini quickly shrank back down to normal size, flexing her fingers in relief the moment she'd reformed them. Looking over at the team leader, her gaze lingered on him for a moment, her mind going to a moment during the simulation when they'd fought.
He'd slammed her against a wall with his metal arm so hard that her spine would likely have shattered were she a normal woman, the noise that had escaped her on hitting the brick had been more of a wanton moan than a gasp of pain. For a moment she'd wanted nothing more than to take Bucky Barnes right there and then. (Un)luckily the simulation had moved on, but even with the need to concentrate Gemini's mind kept flicking compulsively back to that moment.
Now as the trainees dispersed, Gemini looked over her shoulder, hoping to catch his eye her gaze smouldering as she turns and heads toward the showers.]
The last mission Steve and his small group had been on was months ago. And that in of itself had been almost a milk-run with how simple it was. A quick hit and infiltration so Nat could get information and Steve could get the location of a few Hydra agents for local cops. The whole thing had taken little more than an hour of active work and, since then, there's been nothing. Nat had her own things to work on and Sam, fugitive or not, had loose ends to tie as well. Steve, of course, had Bucky to spend time with in Wakanda and that was a blessing in of itself. But after a few months he was getting restless. Antsy with his own inaction and frustration at how lengthy this whole thing was becoming. Not that there was anything for it, but that fact didn't always help.
It especially didn't help today.
After his dawn run (which was getting longer and longer), Nat had called and let him know that she might be ready for another mission next month. Another three weeks of sitting around and feeling useless. Steve had groaned and tossed his phone onto the table before grimacing into space. He figured that, before he exploded, he needed to do something about all this pent-up energy. And, lucky for him, he had just the guy to help.
It was still early when Steve went into the bedroom and leaned heavily on the doorframe, arms folded.
"Buck," he said, tone unfairly already projecting irritation. "C'mon. Morning time, pal. Goats don't feed themselves and we should spar a little, once you're done. Can't do with us going rusty, ya know..."
[He simply fits so well in Claude's arms, or so Alois thinks, as he settles himself and allows himself to be cradled. His butler's arms are sturdy and strong, much like the tree's branches that had supported his weight moments ago. As Claude moves to bring him back to the manor, Alois can't help but tuck his face against the demon's chest.]
An early bath? I suppose it is. I want to soak until I've turned into a prune!
[ It's a simple matter to carry one so small--even if he wasn't a demon. The walk back to the manor is brisk and he does not shy away from Alois's blatant affections. ]
As you wish, your highness.
[ Before he had come outside he had already filled the bath. A steaming, overly hot water that normally would be far too much for a human to handle. However, he always took care to make sure it cooled long enough before dunking his young master inside.
When they reach the door, he gives a dismissive wave to the triplets who close it behind them as he begins the walk down the hall. ]
[Alois is all leg, bird bones and finely stitched clothing. He isn't much to carry at all. As the little lord settles against his butler's chest he finds himself soothed, demeanor far more quiet and demure compared to how he was during his climb.]
You have, have you Claude? [Of course he has. As expected of the demon.] Ah, what color do you think will suit me tonight?
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Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) | Fate/Grand Order | OTA
Xue Yang | The Untamed | OTA
Maria Hill | MCU | F/M (30+)
Deirdre of the Sorrows | Celtic Mythology
Bucky Barnes | MCU
Steve Harrington | Stranger Things
Lydia Martin | Teen Wolf
eponine thenardier | les mis | m/f
Ariadne | Inception | M/F
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neal asterly | original | m/m
mihail lenkov | original | ota
Ava Persephone | OC | OTA
Tony Stark | MCU | M/F
peter grey (petrelli) | heroes x pathology
Kurama | Yu Yu Hakusho | m/m
june moone | dceu
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claire dearing . jurassic world
darcy lewis | mcu | ota
Cora Hale | Teen Wolf | OTA
lorelai gilmore ☕ gilmore girls.
Michael Locklsley | OC
David | Underworld
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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | M/M
Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV | M/M
Tifa Lockhart | Final Fantasy VII | M/F
Belgium | Hetalia |m/f
Conner J | Original
bucky barnes | mcu | m/f
Oh Sangwoo | killing stalking | m/m
Danny Wheeler | Baby Daddy
Claude Faustus | Kuroshitsuji
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cw: shitty underage bratty earl
To the little Earl's credit, he'd managed to get quite high, before fear had set in. Shrieking for Claude his butler had come, to pluck him out of branches and set him safe and sound back on the ground. Dramatics however were in order. Clearly his life had been in danger. How could Claude have let him climb such a tall tree in the first place?! What sort of butler would do that?!
A hand clutches at his breast, gripping the fine, striped fabric of his delicate vest, hyperventilating. It seems today is a high strung one, if Alois' current mood is any indication.]
Claude...oh Claude...I nearly fell to my death!
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My apologies, Your Highness. Though I assure you I would not have let that happen.
[ That hardly would change the outcome of today. Claude was sure of it. ]
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Either way, he's on the ground now. Or at least was, for a moment. He's now attempting to climb his way up Claude's body, in a bid to settle into his arms.]
Yes yes, you would have none of that, wouldn't you?
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Of course. For a butler to lose his master to the likes of a tree... there would be no greater insult.
[ He heads back for the manor, pristine white glove coming to rest on the back of Alois's calves for support. ]
Though for all your activity, your highness, I believe an early bath is in order.
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[The AI's voice rang out and immediately the holographic simulation dissolved around Gemini, leaving her embarrassingly close to twenty feet tall on massively elongated legs and with a pair of huge dustbin sized hammers for hands. Sparing her teammates and fellow Avengers trainees a sheepish look, Gemini quickly shrank back down to normal size, flexing her fingers in relief the moment she'd reformed them. Looking over at the team leader, her gaze lingered on him for a moment, her mind going to a moment during the simulation when they'd fought.
He'd slammed her against a wall with his metal arm so hard that her spine would likely have shattered were she a normal woman, the noise that had escaped her on hitting the brick had been more of a wanton moan than a gasp of pain. For a moment she'd wanted nothing more than to take Bucky Barnes right there and then. (Un)luckily the simulation had moved on, but even with the need to concentrate Gemini's mind kept flicking compulsively back to that moment.
Now as the trainees dispersed, Gemini looked over her shoulder, hoping to catch his eye her gaze smouldering as she turns and heads toward the showers.]
Going for a post Civil War time frame
It especially didn't help today.
After his dawn run (which was getting longer and longer), Nat had called and let him know that she might be ready for another mission next month. Another three weeks of sitting around and feeling useless. Steve had groaned and tossed his phone onto the table before grimacing into space. He figured that, before he exploded, he needed to do something about all this pent-up energy. And, lucky for him, he had just the guy to help.
It was still early when Steve went into the bedroom and leaned heavily on the doorframe, arms folded.
"Buck," he said, tone unfairly already projecting irritation. "C'mon. Morning time, pal. Goats don't feed themselves and we should spar a little, once you're done. Can't do with us going rusty, ya know..."
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An early bath? I suppose it is. I want to soak until I've turned into a prune!
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As you wish, your highness.
[ Before he had come outside he had already filled the bath. A steaming, overly hot water that normally would be far too much for a human to handle. However, he always took care to make sure it cooled long enough before dunking his young master inside.
When they reach the door, he gives a dismissive wave to the triplets who close it behind them as he begins the walk down the hall. ]
I have already chosen your dinner outfit for you.
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You have, have you Claude? [Of course he has. As expected of the demon.] Ah, what color do you think will suit me tonight?