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bakerstreet2013-08-08 01:37 am
memed) wrote in bakerstreet2013-08-08 01:37 am
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Kink Meme
1. Comment with your character. Please include the character's name, canon, and any prefs you might have (ex. "guys only" or "no heavy stuff")
2. Tag someone else! Hit up RNG and roll from 1-20 for a kink, or make something up.
3. Be respectful of other players' preferences. Please avoid wank and all of that negative stuff. Let's all play nice!
4. PLEASE BE WARNED, some scenarios in this meme include triggering content! Play at your own risk.
The light stuff;
1. Tie me up; A little loss of control is nice sometimes, isn't it? One of you is bound, be it with handcuffs or something more extensive, at your partner's mercy.
2. Who's your fantasy; You're not who you usually are tonight. Costume or full on role-play, the two of you are looking to spice things up by playing out a fantasy.
3. Play with your food; Foodplay. Maybe you're covered in whipped cream, maybe you're eating sushi off of your partner's abs. In any case, there's some edible assistance involved.
4. Good clean fun; Whether it was work or play, you're feeling pretty dirty, and you need to clean up. Fortunately, someone else is there to make your bath or shower extra fun.
5. A love/hate thing; They're annoying, infuriating, or just someone you ought to hate -- but they're also hot. Despite bad blood, the two of you can't resist each other anymore.
6. Mysterious stranger; Sometimes you just don't want any strings attached. You don't know your partner's name -- you might not even know their face (masquerades and costume parties are great places to hook up), but all that matters is their body.
7. If you could see yourself; That mirror in the room certainly makes things more interesting. Have you ever wondered what you look like when you're getting down and dirty? Now you know.
8. You can leave your hat on; The clothes are what got you going -- so they're staying on. It may be just socks, it may be most of the outfit, but you or your partner are not taking it all off.
9. When you laugh; There's just something about their smile that makes you smile in return. Whether it's nerves, tickling, or just simple joy, at least one of you will be laughing a lot tonight.
10. Get some help; What's wrong with a little assisstance? Today, the two of you are including some friends in your fun -- plastic ones, that is. They come up with some interest sex toys these days.
11. Show me your teeth; Their skin tastes so good, you can't help but bite down. It may or may not leave marks, but you're going to be doing a lot of nipping this time.
12. A blank canvas; Feeling artistic? Well there's no prettier form than the human one, so you're including your partner in your creative efforts. Body painting, modeling, or any other creaive thing you can think of sound wonderful.
The heavy stuff;
13. Know your place; There's a big disconnect in your social position. Maybe one of you is the boss, a government official, or a teacher. Maybe one of you is quite literally owned by the other. Regardless, someone is in a position of power and will take advantage of it.
14. Take my breath away; There are a lot of ways to have control over someone. Taking away a basic function is a pretty effective one of these. Maybe you'll take away their sight or hearing -- maybe you'll steal the very air they breathe.
15. A pretty picture; It's going to be good, and you want to remember it. Photos or video will be taken of your bedroom exploits tonight, and it might not be for your eyes only. There's a big audience out there, isn't there?
16. You've been bad; Someone's crossed you, and you're going to make them pay -- in bed. Roleplay or not, this is angry sex with an element of punishment. Make sure they remember what happens when they piss you off.
17. Hurts so good; You can't help it if you want to see them in pain. Maybe they're as into it as you are, and maybe they aren't, but either way you're going to be rough. This could be anything from spanking to bloodplay.
18.The same blood; Maybe you're brothers or sisters. Maybe you're like brothers or sisters. Either way, your familial bond is being twisted in the most taboo of ways.
19. A business venture; Some people go to their lover for sex. Some people pay for it. One of you is in this for the money, and one of you is determined to get what you paid for.
20. Outside influences; It isn't that you like each other. It isn't that you're even interested in sleeping with them, but for some reason neither of you can control, you have to. You'd better make the best of it.
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Well, well, Chris. How far you've come to find me and how little you've accomplished. I'm disappointed.
[His tone is anything but disappointment, a cat that is stretching its claws around a mouse.]
The drug that they used to keep you out while we saw to your new 'partner' should be wearing off soon. You did make the perfect bait dangling from the ceiling to draw her in. Brilliant and beautiful woman. I'll have to see to her later. You do bring me the best presents. First Jill, now her.
[He finally comes around Chris' side to where he can be seen. That cruel small smile is in place, black sunglasses sitting perfectly on his face. The monster that killed most of STARS looks the same as he did then, time and all the misery he's brought others not leaving a mark on him.]
I really do have to thank you somehow, Chris.
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Where Wesker looks mostly unchanged, Chris' scars are visible. They're psychological, mostly, concentrated in his eyes, the harder look on his face. The way he's thrown himself into training, almost obsessively, building up his strength. Here sits a man who has been through too much yet refuses to break.
Seeing the way those shades sit perfectly on Wesker's face, the way his hair is perfectly styled, Chris wants to tear him apart with his bare hands.]
What the hell did you do-- ?!
[Some grogginess in his voice from the drug, yet the anger is too obvious. Chris feels like he already knows what the answer could be, but it's a reflex.]
Save the gratitude. You don't have much time left, Wesker. [It's quite the threat to be making when you're completely helpless.]
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[There's a distinct note of pleasure in Wesker's voice as he pulls up a stool to sit right in front of the bound man. His sunglasses are slowly drawn off and tucked away in his longcoat. That follows soon enough, tossed over another chair to the side.]
I don't have much time left? Oh Chris, how often do I have to tell you how wrong you are? I would have hoped you were tired of it by now. I could demonstrate it to you in three small words.
[He leans closer, sick feverish heat baking off his skin. Only a few inches separate his mouth and Chris', just far enough back to avoid a headbutt.]
How is Claire? [That sly little smile grew wider.] Do you really want me to go on or are you going to be a good boy?
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He takes a good look into Wesker's eyes. It's rare to get so much as a glimpse at them, so actually being able to stare... Chris takes the opportunity. It's frightening. Because at one point in his life, he respected, even looked up to Wesker. He thought he knew him. And now? Wesker was right; he really isn't human anymore.
Mentioning Claire. That infuriating smirk. Chris' anger spikes.]
You're not going to get away with whatever you're planning. I'll-- make sure of it!
[Again - Chris even realizes how pointless it is to make threats right now, but he can't help it. He struggles in his binds, grunting a bit. They won't budge.]
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[Those red eyes stay on him, slit pupils thinning some as the lights brighten fractionally. There is no emotion to be read in them, those windows to the soul as dead as a snake's or a bird of prey's. No mercy, no kindness. All that is left is the predator perched and waiting for prey.]
Will you, Chris? I doubt that.
[He lets Chris flail and struggle as he wants, waiting until he exhausts himself. Only then does a gloved fingertip slide along Chris' cheek. Under the leather, Wesker's skin burns too hot.]
Is that what you want? What would you give me if I did stop, Chris? Would you do whatever I tell you to? How far would you go?
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He's blinking then jerking his head away; the touch feels unnatural for a variety of reasons. First, it's Wesker. Chris isn't used to coming into contact with him unless it's a punch in the face. Secondly, he can feel the heat. It makes him uncomfortable, knowing there's something inhuman so close. Something deep in the throes of an infection.]
...
[The question makes him pause, and he gives Wesker a look of confused anger. Part of it-- yes. He'd go as far as it took, at this point perhaps even sacrificing his own life. But the phrasing makes him stop. "Would you do whatever I tell you to?"]
... I'm going to do whatever it takes to put an end to this. [Firm.]
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You could, yes.
[He draws closer, sick and inhuman eyes watching Chris closely. If there is or was a man behind them, it is buried deeply under Umbrella's experiments. Wesker's hand rises again to try and capture Chris' chin. The gloves stay on, unwilling to risk even the slightest chance of accidental infection. Not with Chris.]
What does 'whatever' encompass, Chris? What would you give me to save the world or your friends? No matter what you say, some of them are still about. My men are already searching for them. How soon until they find them?
[The infected thing leaned close, a monster in the guise of his former captain. Was he even still in there? Buried deep under Umbrella's poison? Had there ever been such a man?]
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He blinks, this time not jerking his head from Wesker's surprisingly gentle grip - gentle in comparison to being kicked into a wall, that is - his eyes still full of defiance. But he doesn't move. Maybe Wesker's just testing him, wanting to see him struggle, and Chris doesn't want to give him any more satisfaction.]
Get to the point-- ! What do you want this time?!
[The frustration leaks through again, his muscles tensing uselessly against his binds. He can't stand this game. How were he and Wesker ever so close? How could this thing have deceived him and everyone else in the department so easily?]
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I could make you, but I doubt a red stone in your chest would do much for you.
[The hand that had pulled back when Chris jerked away rises instead to rest on his heart. This could call for a change in tactics. Trying to shift the blame for himself and his actions onto Umbrella isn't the best of one, but he can try.]
There are times when I can almost remember what it was like before. You would follow me about, do anything I asked willingly, wouldn't you? Or are those just dreams? I still have those at times.
[Wesker's head tilts as he if were some alien creature attempting to understand a human.]
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But thinking about his S.T.A.R.S. days almost makes him wince. Because it was true. He remembered asking Wesker for advice whenever he was stuck on something out in the field. Because he trusted his captain and knew he was so competent, and Chris had enjoyed being his subordinate. Except he'd had more than wool pulled over his eyes. And remembering all of that, remembering Wesker both injuring and killing his friends... it was something that haunted him.
He glared at Wesker, hateful.]
No. It happened. Because I trusted you, and then you-- [A pause.]
You betrayed all of us!
[Again he can't hide the raw emotion, and given how close-off Chris has become, it's harder to deal with feeling this way all at once. He tries to lean back in the chair, squirm away from Wesker, but it's futile.]
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[Wesker has no problems crowding into Chris' personal space still. The puzzlement (false as it might be) stays on his face as his gloved fingers rise to touch along his former pointman's chin gently.]
The monster wants only to be accepted, not understanding that despite being created why it is not afforded the same acceptance as a human gained. It exists, does it not? Lives? Yet it only knows grief and alienation because of what it is. What it was created by uncaring hand to be.
[Wesker allows no drawing away or turning from. His other hand cups the swell of Chris' skull to try to turn him to see.]
I was a creation of Umbrella after my birth. I lived while hundreds of inferior others died. Am I that wrong?