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hate sex meme

the hate sex meme

1. Jealousy: Who are they sexting late at night? Did their gaze linger too long on your sexy neighbor? Time to confront them, show them that they are yours, that they belong with you and no one else.
2. Recently broken up: Breaking up is hard to do. The fights, the separation, the bad feelings that come with it. And sometimes lingering passions can make you have some intense reunions.
3. Long Time Enemies: Childhood rivals, competing companies, families, good vs. evil, whatever it is, you two do not get along. But hate can easily give way to a different sort of passion.
4. Taunting: You push and you push and you push, and they push back. Eventually one of you is going to snap, you can only ignore sexual tension for so long.
5. Just plain hate: You hate them. So much. And every time they look at you, you want to punch them in the face, but deep in your depraved mind you would really like to rip their clothes off and have some hot hate sex. Time to give in.
6. Wildcard: Pick from above or... got a different scenario in mind? Go crazy. Pick your own!

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If you need anything else, you can just buzz us with this button here and put in your request. We at Wolfram and Hart will try to accommodate your every need. [Lindsey said, tasked with the job of showing their important guest around his temporary abode. It was a beautiful prison, that was what it was, and for a moment, Lindsey's disdain dropped way to pity.

Wolfram and Hart brought the telepath here from his own world, plucked out of a time dimensional warp just because they thought he had skills that could be exploited. Then as soon as the man came through, plied him with such false concerns for his welfare that he would think he owed his well being all to the very men who orchestrated his dimensional kidnapping.

Lindsey really hoped they had ways to control the telepath once the man stopped being so groggy from the summoning sickness. He intended to be far away from this place when that happened.]

[ Most everything Lindsey has said has passed in a blur. Being this way, for a telepath, is absolute torture -- especially for Charles, who has only felt helpless a scant few times, and each one ended so very badly. His body is in overdrive, and, meanwhile, he has shivers of muscle weakness, vertigo, flashes of pain they've assured him are just side effects from the travel.

When Lindsey says the last, Charles snaps.

He turns and shoves the lawyer back against the closest wall. ]

Don't you patronize me. All I need is to go home.

[The strength of the telepath surprised him, and for a moment Lindsey was afraid that their summoners were wrong, that Charles had regained his abilities before the estimated time. But the moment past when the assault that came was only a physical one.

Reassured, the lawyer smiled, smiled, open and condescending as if he was not being pressed against the wall or that his suit wasn't getting wrinkles on the expensive fabric.

He coughed politely to clear his throat.]

Please, I'm afraid that is impossible, Mr. Xavier. It was a time-space anomaly that brought you here. Frankly, we can only do our best to accommodate you, but we cannot send you back.

I don't believe you.

[ Dozens of reasons, hundreds not to trust them, but all the reasons fall through his fingers when he tries to grasp them. His instincts are screaming no.

His grip on Lindsey is weak enough to break. ]

You can believe what you want. [At this point he broke out of the grasp, a simple shove back with his arm and he straightens his jacket with his good hand. One side, then the other.]

But that is regrettably the truth. [And it might be, for all Lindsey knew. They certainly never tried sending back those they dragged here.]

I wish it were otherwise, Mr. Xavier, but believe it or not, we at Wolfram and Hart are only trying to help.

[ Charles leans back against the wall, with gritted teeth. ]

I faced down Nazi Germany; I won't have much trouble with a place like this. I promise you that. Let me go. I will not be helpless.

Sure.

[Lindsey opened the door, knowing full well that the telepath cannot survive out there in the new world, alone. Anyway, even if he left the room, he will not be able to leave the floor.]

You are free to go. We are not keeping you and we wouldn't want you to think we are. [He managed to keep his sneer out of his voice.]

But please remember, this is not your world anymore, Mr. Xavier.

And I'm not an idiot. Have you the slightest idea of how powerful a psychic I am?

[Lindsey smiled serenely although none of that peace reached the calculating look in his cool blue eyes. Of course he knew, powerful enough for Wolfram and Hart to call here.]

And you are also suffering from a headache, yes? I suggest you should rest here at least until that passes.

[Except they might have underestimated how psychics of that level may recover from summoning sickness. After all, their summons were usually for demons, they never tried it on someone of that sort of power before.]

[ he's muffled in a fog, wrapped tight and it takes the greatest of effort to reach out. But he does, and he casts a stab of pain into Lindsey's skull, because he's not in a state to catch any coherent thoughts. ]

I'd like you to let me go.

Shit!

[Lindsey moved to grab his head, in the moment of pain his reflexes threw up his right hand. When cold prosthetic touched his cheek, he froze and glared at Charles with a moment of pure anger.

Then the pain was gone. He blinked and tried to get himself under some semblance or control although he couldn't stop himself from taking two steps forward.]

I told you we're not keeping you here. You're just not suited for this world and shouldn't go wandering in it.

The truth. [ He demands it, standing on his own two feet, trying not to show how much that brief attack took it out of him. ] I can survive anywhere. You want me here. Why?

[Lindsey hesitated although to the eye, his arrogance remained unshaken. If the telepath was showing returning powers, he shouldn't still be here. But they needed to get on Xavier's good side, and damn if that wasn't going downhill.]

We need you. [He said, switching tactics.] That is the truth. We are aware that people who don't fit in this world sometimes get stranded here and we try to help them, but in your case, you have the ability to help us too.

Save it. I'm not interested.

[ Stated flatly, and this isn't just the resistance of a possible prisoner. It's someone who's experienced too many attempts at control. ]

[Flat look and an even stare.] So what will you do, just walk out into this strange new world decades ahead of your time and try to live your life?

[He moved to block the doorway.] I thought you were logical, Mr. Xavier. I'm not seeing a lot of logical thinking right now.

[ ooc; obviously I just suck at this meme. ]

[ Charles turns away, and he sits down, heavily, on the bed. His hand drifts to his forehead. ]

I never said I was logical.

[ Lifts his eyes to Lindsey. ]

In fact, I don't think I've acted on logic my entire life.

[Glad the telepath was acting subdued, Lindsey stepped back away from the doorway and approached him again. He looked over him on the bed and tried to imagine that kind of power described in the files, all possessed by one man. He couldn't.]

Let us help you, and you can help us. Wolfram and Hart has the power to give you everything you want here in exchange for small services you can do with your mind. It's a very good deal.

[ Oh, he had that power. He had depths of it and heights of it, knew it as a reality. Charles was a god among men.

He never really took it well when he was reduced to a mere mortal. ]

I've been down that road before. It didn't end well.

It never works. -- I don't remember your name -- It never works. Given someone as powerful as me, the next step is always abuse.

[Lindsey smiled in a knowing way and nodded at the bed waiting for permission to sit.]

If you are as powerful as we know you are, who can abuse you? As far as I know, the only disadvantage you have right now is the sickness that comes from traveling through the rip in space, and even that is wearing off, isn't it?

And my name is Lindsey, Lindsey McDonald. I have been put in charge to be your... liaison.

Lindsey.

The problem is that, in the past, I was terribly easy to manipulate. So now, I say no to it all.

And that's what I'm saying to Wolfram and Hart. No. I will never again let any government or private organization tell me what to do. I will never work for someone else.

I would die first. As benevolent as you may be, I would still die first.

[ In other words: dying seems like the best option, these days. ]

[Sharp blue eyes that seemed to read everything about the telepath peered right at Xavier. He took a step closer to the bed and stood over the older man.] Why would you rather die than discover things for yourself?

What are you so afraid of?

What I can do.

And you're an absolute idiot if you're not afraid, yourself.

[ Once, in a city in Syria, Charles panicked and killed thousands in a single mental blast.

He hasn't forgotten it since. ]

[Lindsey's smile stopped short of a sneer. He didn't doubt the telepath's abilities and he didn't even have the reassurance that the sickness still affected Xavier, but the man looked so broken that he simply didn't feel threatened by him. Not anymore.]

You've given me a headache. But I'm not the one who would rather die, am I?

You have the power but you're afraid to even use it. I don't see anything frightening from that.

And I'd rather kill you than die myself.

[ Something of a bluff. ]

So tread carefully.

Of course. Who wouldn't be willing to kill someone else to save themselves? [Unlike the telepath, his words were not a bluff. Smile unfazed, the lawyer looked Xavier over.]

You're not recovered at all and even if I left the door open, you wouldn't be able to run out it.

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hate sex meme

Rolled a 4, maybe a permutation of it?

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.... how do we get hate sex from this?

lmfao my other hate sex thread turned into gentle sex

At least there's sex.

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We should probably just give up. orz