Hatesex Meme

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hatesex meme

Somehow you've come to hate this person, but the UST is still magnetizing. This is the place to get all that hate out while getting dirty.

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1. Argument: No matter how you two are normally, you've recently gotten into an argument and it's only set things off.

2. Competitors: You are after the same thing, whether you're in the bag game against one another, the bar league's softball team or bowling.

3. BDSM: The kinky option. You two are actually fine with one another, but fucking the hell out of one another just does it for you.

4. Romeo + Juliet: Opposite sides of a warring faction. Your family killed mine. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of everything. Let's just fuck because I hate you.

5. Coworkers: Like competitors, you are generally after the same thing. There is a sense of one-upmanship. And yet you are probably attracted to them because they are so much like you.

6. Physicality: You are actually in a fist fight or have been (feel free to play that out or not), and it either turns sexual or you just haven't gotten all the UST out, yet.

7. Fuck it: Free for all/ make up your own. You hate them. There's this wall. Have at it

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[fuckinga]

{Yes, Deb like most people in her position takes her life for granted. She can't quite fathom how someone wouldnt be able to understand how a fire alarm works or how to use an alarm clock. They were things that had just become natural to her in everyday life, common knowledge that everyone she knew about. Of course that was very narrow minded of her. There were plenty of unfortunate people on this planet who wouldn't even know what an alarm clock was but he hadn't seemed like one of those people. He could afford to live in this apartment building after all..however he got his money. She wasn't quite sure that she wanted to know.

Ohhh, he didn't like the teasing did he? Deb couldn't resist the way her lips curved up into the smallest of smiles as she heard him swear. There was just something in the way he said that word that came out of her mouth so often but she wasn't entirely sure what it was. Perhaps she shouldn't have mocked him. She was angry at him and with his next words she could feel her anger rising even more. It was laughable. Her? Fancy him? ...Okay sure he wasn't the most horrible looking man in the world. In fact he was quite attractive and she'd admit to that if she didn't feel the urge to kiss him punch him in the face right now. If only to wipe that look off of his face.

She can't help but laugh a little before she speaks but it comes out more of a scoff. She's also not fond of the fact that he's invading her personal space and she backs up as much as she can away from him.}

Fuck. You. Really? You think that I've got a fucking crush on you? Don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't touch you, trust me. Maybe it's you that's making the excuses to see me around here. You knew how to turn that thing off this whole time didn't you? You just wanted to get me into your apartment. {She places the palms of her hands on his chest to push him away from her} And have you ever heard of personal space? Back the fuck off.

[dreamcatcher]

[ no, he's not terrible looking. if he's got anything going for him, it's his appearance. Killian Jones has always wagered on women being attracted to him, and he's rarely wrong. his personality might leave a lot to be desired at times, but he was quite attractive and that got him quite far in life. now, he didn't think that Deb found him so appealing that she'd really waltz down just for a chance to see him, he wasn't that arrogant. he just implied it to piss her off and by the looks of it, it was working. he doesn't back up at her command, moving in even closer. ]

That's rich, the woman that invited herself into my apartment complaining about disrespecting personal space. [ wouldn't touch him? she already had to shove past him, and she was more than strong enough to remove him if she didn't want him there. she'd already proven she's strong enough to move him if she wants to and yet when her hands land on his chest, she doesn't shove him back. oh he's pushing into dangerous territory and he knows it, and yet he'd always been one to tempt fate. ]

Take your own bloody advice, darling. You've been riding me since I got here and you've been doing it in the most unenjoyable of ways. [ his hand curls around her wrist, maybe to wrench her off only he doesn't. her heartbeat is a wild song under his thumb and christ he hates her but now that he's gotten the image in his head he can't get it out. all the ways she could ride him that would be far superior than her running over to bitch at him whenever she had the chance. ] Trust me, gorgeous, I didn't nearly deafen myself hoping you'd run over and finish the job, and yet here you are.

[fuckinga]

{Deb didn't exactly think of herself as an attractive woman. I mean she knew that she wasn't horrible looking. She got hit on inappropriately plenty of times on the job and if Masuka didn't make a dirty joke pointed in her direction every day she would think that there was something wrong with him. But she didn't dress up, she didn't wear dresses. Maybe it's the fact she works in a male dominated profession. She's always seen herself as one of the guys and dresses herself accordingly. As Killian moved closer she backed up a little more until her back hit off of the wall and she winced a little. Well, there's is certainly getting a little too close for comfort.

Why isn't she shoving him away? She should be shoving him away right now. But she isn't. Instead she's keeping eye contact with him, a look of disgust and annoyance on her face...at least that's what she hopes her face shows. Her eyes on the other hand might show him something different. Attraction. Eyes don't lie.} Did I back you into a fucking corner? No. That's you.

I-- {Did he just say riding. For a moment her cheeks flush but if it's because of her anger or the images that word had just conjured in her mind, who knows. And then he grabs her wrist. She tries to pull it away but with her back against the wall she doesn't have much room for that. Hell, maybe she doesn't want him to let go. She leans her head in closer to him as she responds.} Get your hand off me. Do you want a punch in the face? Or maybe I'll knee you in the place it'll hurt the most. What do you think of that? Maybe you'll stop with your fucking smart-ass comments then.

[dreamcatcher]

[ well, not that she'd asked, and not that he was inclined to be complimentary considering their general tendencies around each other, Hook found her quite attractive. skirts and lace were not needed to make a woman beautiful, in his opinion. in fact, Deb was really his exact type — strong, smart, independent, not afraid to state her opinion and take control. all wonderful things, except when they pissed him off so badly. he liked women that weren't afraid to put him in his place, the problem seemed to be Deb was always trying to put him in his place and he did have a bit of pride to struggle with. he found her quite attractive indeed, which made her tendency to come by just to demean and aggravate him even more frustrating.

it was true, eyes didn't lie. hers didn't hide attraction and his didn't either. he looked annoyed, incensed really, and he was. the woman drove him absolutely mad and never seemed to have enough, constantly running in to make it worse whenever she had the chance. he didn't exist to annoy her. he didn't function intentionally to piss her off. most people would let little mistakes go, and yes he made them frequently, he was human and he was trying to integrate into a world he barely understood, and she was always there to call him out the second he slipped and it was frustrating... and a bit terrifying, if he was honest. sure he could just pick up, disappear, go somewhere else... but that was almost like failing, now wasn't it?

she was full of plenty of threats. honestly, her being attracted to him didn't mean she wouldn't punch him or give him a well placed knee. in fact, Deb seemed pretty firm on disliking him, attracted or not. it seemed far more likely that she'd lash out than tolerate him getting too close. and yet she already was and he kept pushing the line. there was at least a bit of distance between them, still, but as he takes the one last step there's none left. he's not pressing against her but he's close enough that he can smell her, they're sharing breaths and gods he's really not thinking clearly anymore. ]

If you wanted me to stop I'd be on the floor already, and we both know it. [ he knows how strong she is, and he's no weakling either but he doubts that he'd gotten half as far as he had if she didn't want him to. he's a pain in the ass, but he's not a rapist, he won't force himself on her. ] You know what I think? You want me to touch you. [ she's nearly crackling with frustration, it's hard not to notice when she's so insistent on running over and bothering him the second she has opportunity. it's likely some other stress is making her more reactive, and while it's not entirely personal it certainly is aggravating to be on the receiving end of all the frustration. ] You could punch me if you liked but I think we both know there's a better way to deal with this frustration.

[fuckinga]

{It seemed Deb didn't have a type when it came to men...no, that wasn't true. She did. She had a tendency to attract men who were bad news. Men who were no good for her, even if she didn't realise it at the time. The Ice Truck Killer, a man who was old enough to be her father who she subsequently watched die in front of her and her work partner who not that long ago had proposed to her and she let him down. In fact she still had the engagement ring up in her apartment somewhere, locked in a drawer and forgotten about. Was Killian another man who wasn't any good for her. Probably. Did she care about that right now? Not for a second.

The more he frustrated her, the more she just wanted to pull him closer to her. She was pretty good at reading people's body language and signs, it was all part of her job. The fact that Killian was moving closer to her instead of backing away from her threats told her pretty much all she needed to know. One look into his eyes confirmed it. He was as frustrated with her as much as she was frustrated with him but there was the same need there, the same desire in his eyes. Everyone made mistakes, herself included. In fact, she was making a hell of a lot of mistakes recently. Unfortunately for him he made his mistakes more obvious to her. She needed someone to vent her frustration out on and he always seemed to be the perfect candidate. He just made it so easy for her.

Her lips do curve up slightly as he acknowledges her strength.}

At least you'll admit to it. That's more than many men would do. Most of them get a fucking shock when they realise I'm not a helpless woman who can't take care of herself. {Her breathing was getting considerably faster as he moved closer to her. They were almost touching bodies now, only a few inches between them. One movement and there would be contact. She could feel the heat of his body radiating against hers and it made her want to feel more. There are so many things she could say in response. So many digs she could give back to him....but she doesn't. He's talking too much, both of them are talking too much. She closes the gap quickly and presses her lips against his. It was as easy as that. That stopped him talking at least.} Oh, just shut the fuck up.

[dreamcatcher]

[ no, Captain Hook probably wasn't good for her. that just went without saying. maybe she did have a type. but he didn't have to be good for her, he doubted either of them was looking for more in this moment than what it was. they weren't going to run away together, start going steady or any other such nonsense. he doubted that it'd even change anything. the next time he bothered her, no doubt she'd run over to give him a piece of her mind. it wasn't going to change anything, it just might give them some satisfaction in the moment.

she wasn't the only one frustrated. their shouting matches never did much for his temperament, just left him angry and riled up with no place for all the energy to go. existing like a ghost in a world he barely knew was a frustrating condition, too. and quite lonely, if he allowed himself to be honest (and he never would). they didn't have to like each other to want each other, clearly, and it might be good for both of them. and easily forgotten once it was over.

though the magnetic chemistry that seemed nearly crackling between them didn't seem like something that would be easy to forget. his mind would find this moment again, especially if she came back to pick a fight, but at the moment he couldn't be bothered to care.

Deb might learn that if she wants him to shut up, well, shouting doesn't work. kissing him, well, yes. that does. it's only coincidence that he follows her command, but after their lips touch he's really not thinking about a clever follow up or continued conversation. he doesn't leave the space between them anymore, pressing against her and against the wall to kiss her again. heated and a little bit angry, yes, but needy and wanting too. he's not ashamed to want her, and the hand she might not have realized was fake pressed at her hip to draw her closer. ]

[fuckinga]

{Well, if that was what she was looking for, a serious relationship, then she certainly wouldn't be looking in Killian's direction. She would still be with Quinn right now if that's what she wanted. In fact, she'd probably be engaged to him right about now. This was just a heat of the moment thing. The anger and emotion that was building up inside of her had to be released one way or another and what better way to be released than this. After this happened she wasn't going to be distracted byy her work, she wasn't going to constantly think about him. No, she was determined that he wasn't going to be another distraction. This would be good for her. It would help her feel...normal again. Or maybe that's a lie and images of what's about to happen are going to consume her mind for days to come. Right now she didn't care either way.

She's more than glad that he doesn't talk once she's pressed her lips against his and told him to shut up. It would be like him to say something just to irritate her and defy her words. But instead he's pressed her against the wall and his lips against hers. Yes, she much prefers this to the talking. Her own kiss is full of anger but there is passion there too as she wraps her arms around her neck. Just because they're kissing doesn't mean that she's not still angry with him and she shows that by taking his bottom lip between her teeth and nipping at it. Her fingertips also curl around the hair at the back of his neck as she presses her own body back against his.

No, she hadn't noticed the fake hand. Her and fake body parts don't have the best history what with the Ice Truck Killers profession and it does take her aback a little as she felt something not quite hand like pressed against her hip. She does gasp a little against his lips but that could easily be mistaken as a sound of pleasure considering what's happening or in anticipation of what's about to happen. She can ignore it for now and she does so.}

[villainously]

[ yes, it would be exactly like him to try and snark through the moment just to make a point. if he had the capacity to do so, he certainly would. at the moment, though, he has much better things to do with his mouth and his tongue and she can celebrate that he's shut up for at least five minutes.

she takes his lip in hers in a bit of a snarl, and the pirate can't help but enjoy it. he always did enjoy a bit of sharpness in sex. he hadn't had soft and ginger in centuries, he likely wouldn't know what to do with it anymore. now it was just blind need and want and that always translated easily.

it could have been easy to lose in the moment, yes. but Killian Jones is used to people being unsettled and uncertain because of his missing hand. she might have been content to ignore it, but he can't help but notice. as long as she doesn't assume he can't function without it, there's no reason to stop.

her body is flush with his and he presses them both against the wall. the kiss is almost more like a fight, and he's quite determined to win, but the heat of it pulls sensation through his entire body. he's always been a little too bold for his own good, thumb running the sharp bone of her hip and over the line of skin above her jeans. however long the moment is going to be, he's going to enjoy it. ]