Get on Your Knees

[wine_sock]

FEMDOM MEME This one's real simple: femdom. You're a lady, whether you present femme or not, and you're going to take charge of the situation. Whether it's a hardcore session or something a little more tame, we all know ladies run the world. Let your imaginations run wild and have a good time! • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops. Unless you're like, in a sexy cop uniform I guess. Then YOU'RE the cop. • Reply to other people's top levels! • Have fun!

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ortega / altered carbon

[flintier]

Johanna Constantine | The Sandman | OTA

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Either role, but please let's chat about the scene and CR before getting into it! Especially craving f/f. ]

Re: Johanna Constantine | The Sandman | OTA

[oracle_knows]

OOC: How would Johanna like a Batgirl? Possibly a partially possessed one, giving an excuse for the sex and domination.

René Scarlet (Rule 63 Adult) | Touhou Project | OTA

[lordscarlet]

[ Make him a pet. ]

Bucky Barnes | MCU |

[frozenassets]

[Comes in 1940s or TWS flavor. No underage please]

Reisen Udongein Inaba | Touhou | OTA

[lunarbnuuy]

Ayase Yukiya | Okane ga nai | OTA

[shakkin]

(ooc | Information. tldr; info.

OTA for gen, 16+ for shipping to be mutual. By default, I play a post-canon AU that can be found here. This allows him to be more playable. Other canon points can be found here if you'd prefer. )

Paris | Greek mythology

[eidosariste]

[Greek myth characters preferred.]

thorntail ("tav") 🐉 bg3 🐉 25+

[wanderment]

( absolute disaster waiting to happen. good with either domming or being dommed tbh. info/kinks in journal! )

etna ❤️ disgaea ❤️ ota

[lonemajin]

[The dom, 100%.]

Eligre the Lady Crow || high fantasy OC || OTA30+

[lady_kaivodulin]

{{either role}}

mantis | mcu | ota castmates, f/m for crosscanon

[innerbeauty]

Nara Shikamaru | Naruto

[cloudgazes]

cian | original

[shadestalker]

[ he's essentially a knight; submission/devotion is his Thing. ]

[lady_kaivodulin]

{{May I offer the fellow a focus for that devotion?}}

[shadestalker]

[ go for it! ]

DM me if anything wants changed

[lady_kaivodulin]

Her current traveling companion is a strange one, but it only piques her curiosity and interest the more strange things she notices. He both has an air of familiarity-- a short-tempered cutpurse who lives for violence, the kind of man she's been around her entire adult life-- and a little touch of otherworldliness about him. He feels like something rare and a little dangerous, which is exactly what she likes, as he may have noticed from the inordinate number of slightly unsavory magical trinkets she always seems to have to hand, the menacing looking books she often spreads over her lap when they sit by the fire at night.

She often looks at him the same way she looks at these objects: curious and covetous and hungry. Tonight is no different: she's leafing through a book laid across her knees, but judging by the way she keeps glancing around, its evident that she's only just barely reading.

The air is heavy with impending thunderstorm and it does nothing for an ache and a restlessness that has settled in her body of late.

"We may get stuck here a while." She notes, as the clouds overhead begin to boil. "My tent is large enough, sturdy enough for us both to weather the storm. You should join me." It's not a question. It's barely a suggestion.

[shieldofrohan]

[She did not like him, when she first met him. She isn't at all sure that she likes him now. He is loud and brash and ill-mannered, and there is something terrible in the way his shadow moves, and she cannot shake the knowledge of what he serves.]

[And yet, this is not the first time she has come to seek him out. And yet, she has risked honour and reputation with him several times, and cannot find it in herself to regret it. She lives, for all her fiery nature, a very bounded and restrictive life; proud as she is, she spends all her time in service, to her people and her King and her duty; and sometimes the anger and the loneliness and the fear are like hot coals, burning her from the inside out. And if death must be everywhere she looks, at least she can master it; and if the shadows feel as though they might claim her sometimes, at least she can claim him first.]

[All of which is to say that this is not the first time that she has come to him for a distraction, a way to vent her frustration. Part of her is ashamed of it. The greater part insists that it is not so unjust, that in all of this, she should have one indulgence.]

[She stalks into his room, her eyes boring into him as she reaches behind herself to close and bar the door. It is still daylight, afternoon sun streaming in through the window. She is dressed simply, her sleeves pushed up to the elbows and her hair loosely braided down her back. It is not exactly the makings of a romantic tryst - which suits her fine.]

I have no more gentleness in me today.

[Both an announcement of why she is here, and a warning of sorts.]

Come here. I would think of other things a while.

[shadestalker]

[ cian isn’t always able to stay in one place for long. the morrigan has irregular need for him. there are long periods of time where he’s left to his own devices, permitted to roam and wander as he sees fit. and then sometimes, she’ll bring him down again, and again, and again; until all he tastes is fresh dirt in his mouth, and all he feels is suffocating darkness.

his leash has been a little looser as of late. enough to have a regular room in one of the guardhouses in rohan. he drinks with the men, helps the younger ones with their swordplay, cleans birdshit and grime from the support beams. but he is not one of their soldiers, he still vanishes at odd hours only to come back just as suddenly.

and, though none know of it, he has the eye of their princess. ]

Hello to you, too. [ it’s somewhere between scolding, playful, and actually annoyed. it’s cian’s own room, he ought to have privacy - but that’s been a distant memory for a long, long time.

he, too, is dressed down to his shirtsleeves and trousers. ]

Still wouldn’t say I’ve been privy to your gentleness.

[shieldofrohan]

[His room, as she has reminded him before, in her city. In her country. He is here on her sufferance.]

[Or so it pleases her to think of it, in any case: another small power, another small, illicit thrill of ignoble behaviour.]

[At his comment, she smiles a little, and there is something in her eyes: something shadowed, both sad and angry and surprisingly soft. Her tone is not soft, though: there is a degree of amusement in it, wry and sharp.]

No. You have been privy to the truth of me, rather.

And you have not seemed to mind an ungentle hand.

[shadestalker]

Yours has not stricken me nearly so hard as others.

[ the princess is far from the first lover he’s had, nor is she the first who shines with the same lust on the battlefield as she does in the bedchambers. and once or twice, they’ve had divinity in their blood, which -

well, éowyn is strong. she is fierce. she is no god.

but cian won’t deny that, on some level, he’s glad to see her. she is many things, though never dull. ]

The truth, [ he says, voice flat. ] Honored.

[shieldofrohan]

[She arches a brow, giving him a look as flat as his tone, the hint of amusement smothered under sharper warning. His insolence is charming, at times, even refreshing - it is, undoubtedly, part of what appeals in the first place - but it is also aggravating.]

[Which is also part of what appeals, because she need not bridle her anger as strictly as usual.]

Do not test me. I can strike a good deal harder than I have.

[She takes a step towards him, her eyes still fixed on him, steely in their challenge.]

If it is not an honour you want, then you need only say so. Ask me to leave, and I will go, and not return.

[And she will not confess that her heart is hammering in her chest as she says it; because she may not be his first or only lover, but he is hers, and for all that she is ashamed of it, she is not sure that she can bear it if she loses this outlet. But it is worth nothing, if she cannot prove to herself that it is hers: if he does not want her, if there is even the suggestion of it, then it is only one more hollow act.]

[shadestalker]

[ cian grins - debonair and dashing, the smile of a man not only aware he’s a jackanape, but proud of it. ] Sounds like a promise

[ but the next moment surprises him - though she tends to. she is not nearly as soft as he would expect a woman so close to the king to be, she’s infuriatingly naive in some ways, truly perceptive in others. is that a hint of hesitation in her voice? deference to being a host, and the expectations of sacred hospitality?

or maybe it’s just nerves.

all the same, cian takes éowyn’s hand in his - rough, callouses where he holds his sword - and presses a kiss to her knuckles. ]

Stay. Long as you like.

[shieldofrohan]

[Her own callouses almost match his, the only sign to betray the stolen hours she has spent practicing alone with sword and shield and spear, longing to be someone who is permitted that kind of strength. His hand is warm, his lips warmer. His smile is both charming and infuriating, which is, it strikes her, an apt description of the whole man.]

[She answers it with a smile of her own, cooler and more guarded, and tilts her chin up a little.]

As I thought.

[Her hand tightens on his, and her other arm comes up across his chest, crowding him back against the nearest wall. He is larger than she is - she is tall, but he is taller, and she is slender where he is more solidly-built - but she has never let something like that give her pause. Not when she is more occupied with covering up his grin with a rough, bruising kiss, her teeth scraping his lip.]

[She wets her lips as she pulls away, her eyes storm-dark and challenging.]

Alas, not long as I like. I have an hour. Do you mean to keep talking for all of it?

[shadestalker]

[ his hands find the small of éowyn’s back - languid, easy, as if their relationship hasn’t been behind closed doors. cian has little of the panic and anxiety she does, at least not about something so complicated as status. he’s gutter trash, he knows that. always has been, always will be, just with a fancier sword and a goddess’ name on his lips.

though, judging by how the conversation’s going, it’s going to be somebody else’s name before too long. speaking of which - ]

Talking? [ a tilt of his head, turning his mouth away from hers. ] You’re the one who came in here and started talking. [ don’t blame him, daughter of rohan, for engaging in a (not very) polite conversation. ]

You like my mouth plenty, admit it.

sorry for vanishing! life got the better of me for a bit. :(

[shieldofrohan]

[She scoffs, gripping his jaw tightly and turning his face back towards hers. There is a gleam in her eyes, though - if not warmth, then heat, and if not fondness, then at least amusement. His ease is infectious, lifting a little of the tension from her shoulders. It is one of the things that draws her here, in despite of not only status, but honour, duty, every other thing that should count.]

[She is not permitting them to count. One hour. She can be allowed one hour without duty, surely.]

I like your mouth well enough, but talking is its poorest employment.

you and me both.

[shadestalker]

[ there isn’t any sudden stiffness. cian doesn’t try to wrench his head out of her grasp, nor does he make any move to push her away. not when he’s flush against the wall, not when he can feel éowyn’s warmth. there isn’t resistance in his eyes, there isn’t panic as other women may have, seeing a woman like her -

though there is challenge. ]

Beggin’ to differ. Talkin’ gets me out of plenty of trouble.

[shieldofrohan]

More than it gets you into?

[The corners of her mouth curl upward, her face barely an inch from his. She can smell him, that strangely dark and earthy smell that hangs on him. It is not unpleasant.]

[Her body presses closer, fitting against his, her free hand slipping down to his waist.]

You seem to like trouble well enough.

[shadestalker]

Trouble finds me anyway.

[ like stragglers and refugees towards a settlement. ghouls and nasties flock to him whether he likes it or not. something about the smell of death, the odd pull of his ladyship. and that’s when he’s not going out to seek trouble, to drive shades off of the mortal coil -

well, maybe she has a point. he can handle the dead easily; it’s the living that give him grief. ]

Not all trouble - [ he grins, moving his thigh to slide between her legs. ] Is fair as you.

[shieldofrohan]

[She laughs at that, her hand shifting from his jaw to tangle in his hair, her mouth finding his ear.]

Flattery will not get you out of trouble, either.

[She rolls her hips against his thigh, pressing against him through the folds of her skirt. Her other hand moves a little lower, working under the hem of his shirt to settle flat against the warm skin of his side.]

Though if you are lucky, it will get you deeper in.

[This with another grinding press of her hips, her teeth grazing the lobe of his ear, fingers digging against his scalp. Subtlety is not her forte.]

mitsuru kirijo ❄️ persona 3/p4au

[icequeenly]

[blazeoflife]

(( So no obligation but what are your thoughts on wrecking Junpei a lil'bit? Smash through the bravado and help him realise he likes being dommed?))

[icequeenly]

[ HAHA omg I’m down. Any particular preferences for a scenario? ]

Troy Dantes | OC | M/F

[lakan]

[ Interested in playing this with him, but I'm not used to playing him on the receiving end of dominance. So I'm not sure how good I'll be at writing it lol. Fair warning, but I will try my best! ]

Cassie Cage | Mortal Kombat | OTA

[nutkrusher]

wriothesley | genshin impact | established/assumed cr

[houndcuffs]

[ ladies. ]

Éowyn | Lord of the Rings | OTA

[shieldofrohan]

[[Either side!]]

Mara Sov | Destiny

[bomblogic]

[ flexible on gender but established CR preferred. come take a knee before your queen. ]

Peter Parker :: MCU :: ota

[mostfamous_stillbroke]

[he can be bumped up to college/grad school age if needed/wanted]

Reisen Udongein Inaba | Touhou | OTA

[lunarbnuuy]

integra hellsing ( hellsing )

[baronetess]

( either role, but probably the dom tbh. no alucards. )

Captain Jack Harkness - Doctor Who/Torchwood - OTA

[forever_jack]

Jack is always very happy to be dominated by any lady with a powerful enough personality!