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bakerstreet2012-05-16 01:00 pm
The Three Types of Love Meme
This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!
- Post your characters and include preferences (if any!)
- Others reply.
- Go to RNG and enter numbers 1-3 to get a love type, then 1-12 to get a scene.
- Or go for the record and try to play 1 of each type of love!
- Please respect if someone doesn't want to play a particular scene out and choose something else!
I. BAD ROMANCE
01. IT'S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE. You had a fight and now your lover isn't sure they want to even hear your apologies.
02. HURT/COMFORT You or your lover is in pain, physically or mentally, and needs to be comforted.
03. SECOND BEST. No matter what your lover says, you feel like they're only settling for you like a second choice.
04. CHEATED. You've seen all the signs; lipstick on the collar, scraches down the back, hickeys you didn't leave behind. Do you want to keep ignoring it or finally confront them?
05. KEEP ME FROM FALLING. Your lover is being discouraged from seeking any sort of relationship with you and it's definitely a strain.
06. BUT HOW DO I KNOW... You love your partner so much, but you're uncertain just how they feel about you.
07. JUST NOT FEELING THE SPARK... That spark in he bedroom seems to be gone, so how are you going to deal?
08. I WANT YOUR LOVE, I DON' WANT TO BE FRIENDS. You're obsessed with the object of your affection and you will stop at nothing to win them over.
09. A KISS WITH A FIST IS BETTER THAN NONE. Your relationship is rough and you spend more time fighting than anything else, but you can't give up that spark anyway. You'll stay together even if you both end up miserable.
10. THE END. It's time to break up. Suddenly or something you've both seen coming awhile, the choice is yours.
11. AS LOVE LAYS BLEEDING. Your lover has been fatally wounded, so spend your last moments with them and make them as memorable as possible.
12. YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!
II. TRULY MADLY DEEPLY
01.JUST LIKE THE FIRST TIME. It's time to tell that person how much they mean to you.
02.COMMITMENT. It's finally that time to make your relationship a little less casual and something more committed.
03. KIDS. It's time for that next step! Time to reveal you're pregnant or you've adopted.
04. ANNIVERSARY. it's your one week, one month, or one year anniversary! Or however long you'd like to make it! How do you celebrate?
05. WANT YOU BACK. All couples have rough times! You might have called it quits for awhile, but it's time to give it another shot!
06. GOTTA STAY INSIDE. The weather outside has made it impossible to go out, so why not snuggle up with your lover and enjoy yourselves?
07. I JUST WANT TO SAY... You feel the need to tell your lover just exactly how much he or she means to you.
08. DATE NIGHT. You decided to take your lover out on an honest date.
09. SICK DAY. Your lover is down with a cold or flu and it's time to take care of them!
10. EXPERIMENTATION. You both love each other so there's absolutely nothing wrong with a little healthy experimentation in the bedroom.
11. GIFTS. You found the perfect gift for your lover and it's time to give it to them!
12. YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!
III. HOW CAN I EXIST WITHOUT YOU?
01. YOU WOULDN'T WANT ME TO HAVE TO HURT YOU TOO... The object of your love/lust is resisting your advances, so it's time to take what you want.
02. JEALOUSY. It's jealousy to the extreme. You're going to make damn sure your lover knows how you feel about them seeing other people.
03. INCEST IS BEST. You know it's wrong, all kinds of sinful, but you can't resist the draw. If characters aren't related, then they are now! Or at least it feels very close to incest anyway.
04. YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET FAR. You love that person so much, you've made sure they can't get away - by physically tying them down or by some other emotional or mental means.
05. I'LL MAKE YOU HURT. You've set it up to make sure your lover catches you cheating or doing something else hurtful just for that reason. You want to make them suffer.
06. CHAINS AND WHIPS EXCITE ME. You're both taking sex to extremes.
07. BROKEN. Your lover has utterly broken you and you need them to know.
08. SECRECY. You're embarrassed by your lover, utterly embarrassed. If they weren't useful in some way (even if it's just in bed!), you wouldn't even be with them.
09. YOU'RE MY LAST CHOICE. You don't really love the person you're with, but they're all you could snatch up and it's no secret to either of you.
10. FORCED TOGETHER. You don' love each other, but you have no choice but to be together due to outside influences. Alternatively, you've been captured and are now being forced to make a sex video even if you don't want to.
11. WATCH HOW I DO IT. You were just forced to watch your lover have sex with someone else (willingly or not) or beaten and now you've got to deal with the aftermath.
12. YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!
3, 12, I do what I want
So he moved into the side alley and looked around. Not much of an alley, really, seeing as it seemed to not lead anywhere, just end against a wall a few feet further. But there was a lantern, there were some trash cans, something he might be able to work with.
Reynard searched through his pockets until he found a few zip ties he'd forgotten he'd taken with him. Kleptomania did have quite a few perks, at least for him.
By the time Lindsey actually came by, Reynard was ready. He pulled the man into the alley, pushed him up against the lantern, forcing his arms together behind it. Within seconds a zip tie was pulled tightly around his wrists, a second between them and around the pole.
Before any further action, he drew his knife and held it against Lindsey's throat, meeting the man's blue eyes with his own.
"That's really not a good area for walking around alone, pup, not when you wear suits worth more than most people's life."
XD 12 after all, huh.
Lindsey struggled against being grabbed despite knowing he wouldn't be able to get away. The fight was still there, always there, and doubled when he realized exactly who was doing the dragging. Like Angel, Reynard was a demon who got on Lindsey's nerves in all sorts of terrible ways, but he knew he could be safe around, safe being relative in this case, because he also knew the demon wouldn't kill him.
Hurt him though, that was another story. It was with that in mind that the lawyer finally went still when he felt the blade pressed up against his neck. It came dangerously close when he swallowed.
"Reynard, can't you make a proper appointment like everyone else?" he asked in annoyance. "That way, if you're going to rape me, I can at least clock it under my billable hours." His heart rate sped up, but to his shame, he may be conditioned enough that it may not be completely out of fear.
I noticed that, too, but that was a coincidence, I swear!
"Tough lawyer guy, aren't you?" He undid Lindsey's tie, smile widening as he pressed his hand above the man's heart. "But I know it, Linds, I know how you really feel."
He moved a bit closer and pressed his thigh between Lindsey's legs. "In fact, I can feel it. Let's see how much it takes to make you beg this time."
He put his knife between his teeth and brought another zip tie around Lindsey's neck. Behind the post of the lantern, he tightened it, forcing his head back against the pole and making him to hold relatively still if he wanted to avoid choking.
That done, he put his weapon away, still pressed close when he undid Lindsey's belt. "Personally, I get off on the thought of doing you here. Anyone could come by. Who were you visiting, Linds? Bet they'd love a good show."
Amusing though, ain't it?
He was getting so tired of always being strangled, garrotted, noosed, or any combination of things that resulted in restricted airflow to his neck.
"Lawyer client confidentiality," he answered through gritted teeth, his heart pounding due to everything from his fear to shame. He tried to twist his neck to see how far they were into the alley, but the tie was too restrictive for him to do much.
"Just tell me we're not in plain sight to anyone who wanders down the alley."
It's fate. x)
"Heh. Such a good lawyer. Do you have to swear an oath or is that just doctors?" Reynard managed to pull the belt out of the loops and quickly undid Lindsey's pants, pulling them down to leave the man standing in his underwear.
"And here you don't want me to lie," Reynard mocked with a smirk, "Fine. We're not in plain sight to anyone who wanders down the alley." Reynard looked to the side. "Long as they don't look this way, at least."
As he chuckled, he pulled Lindsey's underwear down as well and wrapped the belt he still held around one of his thighs and the lantern, buckling it tightly to force his leg back against the post. All in all, pretty decent for improvised bondage.
I'm seeing the signs.
Somehow, his sick conditioned mind to all the fox's tortures registered this as being exciting and his exposed little buddy began to raise his head in interest.
"You're seriously going to do this here?" And there might be just a note of panicked incredulity mixed in with all that overflowing annoyance. "You know, this place is teeming with demons. What if one of those come by?" Lindsey didn't want to be caught by one who would think he looked like a tasty unwrapped treat. Current one aside.
The stars aligned.
His hand curled around the hardening erection, tightening around it gradually. "So if someone came by and wanted a piece of you, they'd just have to wait their turn." Leaning forward, he bit down on Lindsey's neck, just above the zip tie. He didn't quite break skin, but came close, sucked until he was sure to have left a mark.
"Because right now you're all mine."
Starcrossed lovers all have bad endings.
"Fuck you! Fuck you and your kinks and your damn zip ties! I hate you... " Lindsey's tirade trailed off to a gasp, then a soft moan as Reynard sucked on him none too gently. He tried to twist, but not wanting to nearly choke himself again, he couldn't really do much but lean restrictively against the pole.
And grow harder still in the damn fox's hands.
Something was seriously wrong with him and he hated himself for it.
I promise you a happy ending.
"This might just be the hottest thing I've done lately."
He looked over his shoulder toward the street, then nodded and turned back to Lindsey, his unoccupied hand combing Lindsey's hair back from his face.
"But don't worry, no need to shout about it. We'll get to the fucking. I just want to taste you first."
With those reassuring words, he dropped to his knees rather unceremoniously, his body no longer shielding Lindsey from anyone who might be walking by. There were people walking by, but they had no reason to glance into the usually lackluster alley as far as they knew. Reynard definitely didn't mind the thrill of discovery, but his eyes were turned up on Lindsey when he moved his hands to cup the man's balls and leaned forward, taking him into his mouth slowly, lips wrapped around his shaft and tongue pressing up against it.
How reliable are those promises?
His eyes went wide with horror when Reynard dropped to his knees before him and revealed the view of the street that he had been hiding all this time. Lindsey whimpered as he saw people just walk by the mouth of the alley without glancing in, but would be in plain sight if any of them did. Only the darkness hid him still, and realizing that if he made any suspicious noises, someone may be interested in investigating.
So he nearly bit his lip bloody when Reynard suddenly took him into his mouth just to prevent himself from crying out. He whimpered again instead, and even as he jerked spasmodically attempting to get more warmth around his shaft, he was resolved to not make any loud noises.
"Can't we take this... uh... back to my apartment?" He whispered frantically and swallowed around the lump in his throat. "Or my office... that's closer."
Fox's honor!
"Thought you'd be happy not to be gagged, pup. Don't worry, there'll be other times at your apartment and your office again."
After that foreboding promise, Reynard lapped at his cock, rough tongue dragging over the head.
"You don't have performance anxiety just because we might get an audience, do you?"
He swallowed around him as he took him in again, eyes closing this time, because he was taking him in deep enough and fast enough that it took some concentration. Not an effort he minded though, not in the least. As his hand pressed against his own crotch, the vibrations along Lindsey's shaft gave away a light purring. So many ups about him being what he was.
As if that's worth anything.
It was a hard angle with his neck held against the pole that way, but of what he saw, it was a strangely arousing picture to see his cock being swallowed by the fox. Despite the situation, Lindsey thought Reynard looked great on his knees. He choked back a sob of desire as he became quickly throbbing hard under that rough tongue and expert mouth.
"Does my cock in your mouth suggest I have performance anxiety?"
He twitched and struggled against the belt and zip ties, gasping lightly as that rough tongue worked its magic on him. Idly, he wondered if Reynard would let him go as soon as he came, but he highly doubted it and instead concentrated on not making too much noise.
"Yes, yes I do, now let me go, Reynard."
Once in a blue moon!
He definitely wanted to draw some more sounds from him. Letting him go was far from being the immediate plan. Letting him come was another issue.
"You're astonishingly eloquent for a man getting his cock sucked. I'm impressed." It was actually true, after all eloquence was a talent he appreciated greatly in himself, he could also recognize it in others. But even he couldn't talk when he swallowed around Lindsey once more, fingers clutching the man's thigh as he relaxed his jaw to take him in deeply once more.
Suction and the press of tongue along the throbbing shaft, Reynard had no doubts that the lawyer wouldn't, couldn't last much longer.
Which means it's worth nothing most of the time.
Unfortunately, that trick was slowly not working with how Reynard's expert tongue was urging him on along with the vacuum suction of the fox's mouth.
Lindsey whimpered and his hips twitched in jerks as if he was trying to thrust into Reynard's mouth if not for the various things tying him to the pole. "Uggggh... I'm... I'm gonna..." He tried to jerk again, gasping when he nearly choked himself on the noose around his neck and came in a torrent of white from that moment of breathlessness. There will be one hell of a line there after this.
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"I should charge you for that," he reasoned out loud, smile widening into a grin, eyeteeth showing, "Not quite as good as you are at sucking up to your clients, but I do have some expertise."
He got up smoothly, never taking his hand from where it played with Lindsey's private parts.
"But between the two of us, you're the only one who gets money for these services."
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"I'm not a whore," he snapped, moving his free leg to give the fox a kick. It didn't matter that he lost his balance and the zip tie bit harshly around his neck, or that his remaining leg against the pole served horribly to help him keep standing, or even the fox was holding onto his goddamn balls.
When he finally regained his footing and stopped gasping for breath, he added in an angry hiss, "You've been forcing this on me all this time!" Having implied he was a whore for them really made him angry.
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When the kick landed, his hand did tighten around Lindsey's shaft, which couldn't have been overly pleasant and which he hadn't done on purpose, but he wasn't feeling overly guilty for it, either.
He shrugged at the angry accusation, smile widening and quickly making the change from pleasant to, well, leering. "Again with the fine print. Be that as it may, I distinctly recall you enjoying yourself quite a lot each time. Even asking for more, please and no thank you."
Looking down, he raised an eyebrow, his hand once more just loosely around his cock, stroking Lindsey slowly. "Seem to enjoy yourself plenty right now, too."
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"D-Damn you," he hissed, his cock shrinking back from the strokes as his newly climaxed manhood still felt rather sensitive to the touch. He tried to pull back too, but that only pressed his ass tighter against the pole.
"Stimulation is stimulation, being forced to orgasm doesn't mean I enjoy getting raped!" Then remembering he was still relatively public, he lowered his voice quickly and hissed the rest. "And there was never a fine print in my contract about getting rented out to clients! I'm a lawyer!"
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"But, you are right. I won't call you a whore again. The point is arguable, but I know some very nice ladies and gents that would be very offended by the comparison." His smirk widened into a grin and he leaned closer still, lips all but brushing against Lindsey's. "See, they do it of their own free will."
As he talked, his fingers traced the fine veins along Lindsey's cock, feeling for them as he toyed with the man.
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"You come in, you tie me up, you rape me. You're not even going through the company channels anymore!" He angrily slammed his fist against the pole such that it created a soft smack, but with his arm tied in the first place, he didn't have that much room to gather momentum.
Then he lifted his head suddenly and spat in the fox's face. Those words the fox said to him truly hurt, more than Reynard's normal teasing and bullshit did. The glares that Lindsey sent him after contained real fire, and when Lindsey tried to jerk his hips free, he wanted nothing more than to get away.
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"What difference does it make? I just don't like for some firm to know all that much about my interests, but do you really think they'd object if I asked for it officially each time? You've been there, Lindsey. A choice of rooms, a choice of toys. You know how the game works."
Reynard shrugged and caught Lindsey's eyes, hand releasing him, for now, but only so he could put it on his shoulder instead.
"And this is just me, pup, and you know me, don't you? You trust me....not me, but you trust what you think you've learned about me. Your arrogance doesn't come from nothing, after all. You know I won't kill you, you know, don't you, that I won't go to far?" His hand closed around Lindsey's chin, fingers running down his cheek. "But if your firm was ready to give you to me, pup, not knowing where I'd draw the line, what would keep them from giving you to someone else just the same?"
He shrugged as he trailed his thumb along Lindsey's bottom lip. "I like you, Linds, that's why I make sure you enjoy yourself, too. And that's why I make sure they don't know how much I enjoy you, so they won't get ideas of others enjoying you too."
I really should add these icons to normal Lindsey.
They ate at him, devoured his rage until he was left with only a facsimile of anger. He really was no more but a tied up lawyer shaking from a recent orgasm. When Lindsey was pulled back to face Reynard, he looked into the fox's eyes and was caught by them like helpless prey before a predator. His eyes widened at the earnestness, the pretend caring...
"You're lying," he answered, tugging at his anger and trying to bring it back. His lip quivered under the fox's thumb. "You bluff... you're a liar and a demon who couldn't be trusted as far as I can throw you."
Swallowing, he looked at his rapist and damn if he didn't want to break down and give in to the demon. "You don't let them know because you know they will stop you from having your fun."
yes, you should...
He shrugged and moved his hand to comb his fingers through Lindsey's hair, get it out of his face. "You don't have to believe me and you have every reason not to. You are the one working there and you're without a doubt brilliant. You know your firm better than I would. If you think that I'm wrong and you're right, I don't doubt that you are, pup."
So lazy to.
It scared and hurt him that Reynard said those things, insulted him too, but how accurately the fox pinpointed Lindsey's own worries was why Lindsey lashed out so hard to deny it. Yet now with the fox being cunningly smooth and gentle, he was breaking through Lindsey's walls and reaching directly through the anger.
"Damn you," he murmured, knowing what the fox was doing but still responding to it. He did trust the fox on some subconscious level, and he was responding to the tone. "Stop patronizing me."
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"Whatever reason I do it for, whether I'm lying or not, it doesn't change that I want you, pup, and it doesn't change that I don't want to share."
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