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☼ ([personal profile] californias) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-03-20 10:09 am
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The Bite Meme


THE BITE MEME



✚ Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom and any preference.
✚ Go to ye olde RNG and roll to your heart's content. You could even skip the rolling. We won't tell.
✚ Remember, six for the location and six for the type.
✚ Tag whoever you want. Let no one go unbitten.
✚ Show us your teeth.



the LIP bite. Sometimes kissing isn't enough, or sometimes you're too nervous to even talk. Bite a lip. It doesn't even have to be yours.

the THROAT bite. You don't want to suck their blood, but you want them to know how thin this flesh is here.

the ARM bite. It's silly, but want to let them know how they're of you. Bites on the arm are usually childish and done in anger or playfulness.

the LEG bite. Know what long legs need? A nice set of teeth sunk into them. Just look at those thighs. Or you could always bring new meaning to the term "ankle biter".

the COLLAR bite. This one's for all you people who don't like turtlenecks. Bites leave marks, and well, some people don't want to show theirs off like trophies.

the HIP bite. Know what's hot? Teeth on your hip. Marks there are definitely enough to make anyone weak in the knees. If that's not what you're into, just remember there are more reasons than just sex to bite someone, especially here.



the GENTLE bite. No one said biting had to be hard. This one's meant more for lovers. Little nibbles on the earlobe or pulse are always nice.

the BRUISING bite. Don't break the skin on this one. You want to leave a nice impression of your pearly whites on the other person, enough so afterwards you can enjoy that darkened mark.

the BLOODY bite. Biting has ill repercussions. Whether it's on purpose or an accident, there's blood, and possibly lots of it.

the HARD bite. This one doesn't bruise, but it does leave a nice impression of your teeth. All that orthodontic work really paid off.

the TEASING bite. No, no, no. Don't just sink your teeth in all at once! Ease your partner into it. Bite softly again and again before letting yourself clamp. You want to let them know you might not do it.

the PINCHING bite. All front teeth. Don't let anything further than your canines feel your partner's flesh. This one's just to let them know they irritated you, or it could just be that your mouth slipped. Sorry!
 
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[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: i was actually going to start it within the memory, but thinking on that that'd be difficult lmao, so i'm down for the loft scenario! i think i can work in his take on everything within that anyway. therefore, if you could start us off, that'd be great! ]
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[personal profile] deathwailer 2017-03-26 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's a vicious knot within her chest that only hums darkly of his name, twin fists about her lungs, hugging impossibly tight around everything tender, everything vital within her as limbs desperately cross territory of the loft. there's an adrenaline that's iced her veins, ignoring the burn to her breaths, how her cheeks are flooded with a lurid blush, cherry locks disheveled from her braid as hollow steps draw nearer, treading through the darkened building.

she knows he's here; he's always here, and already fear-slick demands wait at the bed of her tongue, rage brimming from a figure too petite to manifest it's true potency. the moment she reaches that glaring, large steel door before her she's giving a tug at it's handle, surprised for once to find it's lock slotted into place; but she doesn't have the patience to wait, nor knock, favoring instead for the edge of her fist to pound at it's center, a single rap she knows will be deafening to the acute senses of whom stalked indoors. ]
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[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-28 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ lydia martin is at his door.

or more accurately, at derek's door. peter hears the mechanical whirr of the elevator before the furious clack of her heels on concrete, the stride unmistakable. but it's so much more than that. it's an awareness in the periphery of his mind, like a little piece of lydia martin is in him that when confronted with the whole, strains to rejoin it. he always knows when she's near, in short.

he's already at the door by the time she knocks, book left abandoned on the coffee table. the door rolls open in one smooth movement, peter standing in the threshold with one eyebrow raised at her. she's a rare caller around these parts unless absolutely necessary, but— well, he thinks he has an idea of why she's here. ]


Lydia. To what do I owe the pleasure?