bakerstreet | I'll possess everything about you

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I'll possess everything about you

Corrupted, Depraved, Addicted
a smut meme

There may be a part of all of us that is both drawn towards perfection and slightly unnerved by it. A straight line of items is appealing, yet we could feel more at ease if one thing was to the side just so. If things are already ruined, we don't have to worry about doing it ourselves. But, still, there exists at the core of a good deal of us some kind of primal urge that is very simple: destroy what's perfect. Make it flawed, like us.

This meme takes this dark and fairly insignificant desire and twists it to new extremes, combining it with that other age old dichotomy of virgin/whore. Characters will want to corrupt another character, whether the latter is innocent or stoic and put together. They want to see them turned depraved, into a slut --- yet only addicted and loyal to them.

One concept that is different than other memes, however, is that the character doing the corrupting does not have to be flat out mustache twirling evil. Anyone can want to be the corrupter, from the sweetest to the most rotten, because there are tons of varying interpretations of why they'd want to do it: as a kink, perhaps a mutual one with their lover, just to see if this so-called "perfect" person really is, out of genuine adoration, or even hoping. Of course, they could also just want to watch the world burn...and be mustache twirling evil.

RULES

This meme is going to play somewhat into sluttification kinks, so obviously there's a problematic element here. All aspects of that kink IE dirty talk, humiliation, sexy clothing, loving depravation, etc, are welcome, but how straight or how far you take it is up to you. Disclaimer that nobody here believes in this shit, it's all kink, so on so forth.
Comment with your character, preferences, and what role they're likely to play. I don't want to see this meme filled with pillow queening, though, so try to be flexible and proactive.
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WHY

For Love: You want to make them yours in every way possible, and they're all for it.
For Curiosity: Can you really corrupt someone?
For Teaching: They want to be more worldly. Things are taken far, far into the opposite direction.
For Their Own Good: It would be better for them if they were more open. Much more open.
For Fetish: You get off to this. Maybe they do, too?
For Spite: You want to ruin their life. Nothing more, nothing less.
For Benefit: More than a lover, you want a right hand man. A henchman. A Harley Quinn, if you will.
Because You Can: You just like to fuck with people, and what better way to do it than this?

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( kinks here!! slight preference for f/f here, but I'm open to anything tbh. no underage, no alucards. she'd be the one being corrupted. )

Edited 2018-02-18 19:48 (UTC)

[The sounds of fighting were in the distance. Whoever it had been had been distracted by her troops, though as the dust settled, the location wasn't secure and Integra was entirely on her own in the city streets. There were Millenium forces everywhere in the streets, and she was at least for the moment unarmed.

However, there was at least one of the safe houses, a basement bunker that should have supplies, not far from here. Maybe a block away, it would at least be safe from enemy forces and give her a chance to regroup. Its walls had heavy-metal lining to prevent any sort of detection tech being used, but there was a land-line there. As long as it was uncompromised, it offered her exactly what she needed.

Of course, today, unbeknownst to her, she wasn't the only one taking shelter from supernatural forces, and whoever it was had quite a bit of skill at breaking and entering and leaving few signs...]

( Thanks to Millennium's efforts, Integra had been separated entirely from her partner (no doubt Seras was already looking for her.) Unfortunately, her radio had been compromised once she entered the house (it was one of the older safehouses in the area, and although she was unfamiliar with the layout building, she suspected lead lining.) She wasn't about to risk detection by flicking on any of the lights (although technically safe,) nothing was impenetrable, she knew.

Still, she was able to see fairly well despite herself, and has taken to finding a quiet corner to rummage through one of the boxes of supplies (she needed ammunition for her pistol, mostly, having burned through her last magazine.)

She hasn't detected anyone's presence (yet,) but as ever, the woman was always alert. She had to be. )

Edited 2018-02-20 22:10 (UTC)

[The door locked as it was, this place should have been secure, but being wary would prove to be wise today. There was an odd odor in the air, one that didn't immediately pick up until after Integra had entered. In the dark, the faint whiff of something almost slightly sulfurous and yet floral lingered. It wasn't perceptible until after the door had closed and she was trying to look through the supplies.

It was an odd scent to be sure, and the fact that the ammunition that should have been in the supplies seemed to be empty was probably the second clue that something was not right. Someone had pilfered not only the ammo, but also most of the canned, preserved meat.

And the faint sound of movement in the darkened internal room might have been an indication that she was not alone. That someone was lurking, hiding in the shadows, worried about the fact that another person had come into this place when she had been trying to get away from the problems outside.]

( Although the scent was not immediately noticeable to, her heightened senses do pick up on the sound of movement (not surprising, considering someone seemed to already have pilfered through the boxes.) She doesn't dare say a thing in this moment (not wanting to attract the attention and a desire not to find herself in any unnecessary combat-- especially while still unarmed.)

But that scent... for what seemed to be faint and nearly unnoticeable to her at first, had hit her like a wave. Mostly dizziness, she found, leaving her head spinning and rendering her senses dull. She doesn't pass out, but her body weighed against the wall now. What was it, and who could have bypassed the locks? )

[For someone with this heightened of an awareness, the smell was getting stronger. Part of it was instinct, a natural reaction to a need and part of it was desperation. The sound of movement, normally not enough for someone to have heard without that enhancement that came with who Integra was, barely made its way towards the cracked open side door. Eyes stared at her from the darkness, blurred and obscured in the low light but very slightly red... a red not unlike that of a vampire's.

However, it was not a vampire's, and as it latched onto her back and stared its hunger was very different. Red eyes widened and a swallow followed, waiting silently as the scent and the pheromones hidden under it, started to float outwards and fill the room. Fingers reached and barely showed themselves at the edge of the doorframe, the person taking a posture not unlike a panther waiting to pounce, waiting for a moment of vulnerability.]

( The scent was suddenly becoming more and more overwhelming to her. Lightheaded and slumped against the wall, she was hit with a near instant sensitivity to the way her clothes fitted against her frame.

Her eyes flicked upwards, growing wide, noting the silhouette against the door. The red eyes don't go unnoticed. A vampire, perhaps? It doesn't rule out other possibilities, but given her circumstances, it would make the most sense.

Certainly they would have noticed Integra by now, so she makes no attempt at this point to mask her presence. )

Who goes there?

[Well, she hadn't expected to get by without being noticed eventually. The fact that it had gone this far without Integra reacting visibly other than the physical signs of her pheromones starting to have the desired effect was at least a little reassuring to her.

When the woman spoke up, the red-head's face emerged from the shadows. Horns were impossible to miss under the circumstances, as was the lashing, spaded tail that made its way out of the darkness into view. She was dressed in plain looking jeans with a hole cut for the tail and a simple button down, all of it looking like it had taken a bit of wear and tear.]

I thought this was someone's locked cellar. Was hiding from [She gestured towards the door.] All of that... your house?

[Technically? none of that was a lie, though the fact that she still pumped out the scent that she was was a good indication that there was more to the store as she kept her distance from the person in front of her. She was definitely gauging what kind of reaction she got from her appearance.]

You're not a vampire.

( ...Is the first thing she utters once she notices the horns. This was not a reassuring revelation. Even if she trusted her claim that she was hiding from the chaos outside, what was that scent and what was she, even? Could she have been with Millennium? Was Integra to die here?

The scent leaves her gasping for air, her focus diminishing, even as her eyes locked on the woman before her. )

Edited 2018-02-21 02:35 (UTC)

No, definitely not one of them.

[It wasn't to say that she had any particular loathing for the undead or for lycanthropes, exactly, but with the chaos that was going on just outside of the doors, she wanted to be clear that she had no part in that. Of course, that didn't precisely make her safe, as was about to become evident.

She could see just how the aroma was affecting Integra, and it caused a part of her to smile, a smile that reached her lips but not quite her eyes. She slipped up closer to where the woman was, those blood-red eyes staying locked with the other's and hands going towards the walls on either side of her. She tried not to purr, but she could smell any reaction that body was having, and it reminded her how long it had been safe to feed, how long it had been. Her eyes fluttered and her voice had a headier note to it when she spoke again, one hand reaching in to the cross over Integra's cravate and flicking it once, wincing as she did.]

A good Christian girl like you shouldn't have too much trouble figuring out what I am, or half anyway. Could you be kind and take that away? I really don't like those.

( It was an odd balancing act. She really wasn't in a position to be defiant, she knew, and with the unexpected contact, it was becoming clear to her just how sensitive her body was becoming.

She could feel a heaviness in her limbs, her nipples stiffening against her bra as the woman drew in closer, and yet: )

Make me.

( Her tone venomous, her eyes shifting into a harsh gaze. She wouldn't make this easy for her, even if she was the one at a disadvantage.

Judging by the way her body was reacting and the woman's actions, she could only deduce that she must have been some sort of succubus. Wonderful. Yes, just what she needed to contend with while her country was being razed to the ground. )

Edited (Formatting ) 2018-02-21 03:30 (UTC)

If you insist...

[When Integra said that, the defiance in her voice, Samantha shivered, her eyes taking on a hooded look that showed every sign of her being very aroused. People didn't usually get defiant like this, and more than that, if they were they would generally insist she turn off the charms, go away. They didn't defy her this way, and it left an opening, one that the demonic half of her was intent on taking advantage of, because gods but it was attractive.

Her fingers dragged down, running along the heavy fabric of the jacket, both moving to pull at it and yank it back, tugging down to drag it to her elbows in one rough yank while she licked her lips. Her hooded gaze had her lean in, just shy of headbutting range and breathe in the air while her tail started to do its work. The spaded probe reached up and started to brush along the slacks, over the outside while it started to work its way up towards her hips, over them and slipping under her blouse to press to her navel, all while she used the jacket to keep her hands partially bound to her sides.]

I know how sensitive your body is getting. It's only going to get worse and worse until you get release...

( The temptation to follow her directions was growing-- albeit, from the discomfort more than the sensations that were becoming more pronounced and overbearing. She lifts her arms, Her suit jacket slipping around her arms, and the scent in the room threatening to choke her... She reaches up towards her neck as best she could, fingers clutching around the cross pin.

Once she's unpinned it, though, in a last ditch effort to show her disdain, she presses the cross against the other woman's left hand, the harshness in her eyes ever persistent. )

[She gave a grimace when the pin was pressed to her hand. An audible hiss was present. Some regular crucifix usually wouldn't do it, but the Hellsing Organization did have such a fascination for blessed silver being used in all their weapons and ammunition, didn't they? She cast the metal to the side, growling faintly before her hands went up to take hold of the tie, pulling it until it loosened and yanking it through her collar.

Fingers went down to her vest, starting to unbutton it while she leaned in to whisper in her ear, close enough to nip at the lobe.]

Vampires aren't the only ones who get hungry, now and then... but I hope you enjoy my way of feeding.

[She swallowed hard, tongue flickering out while her tail popped the lowest button, pressing the spade to her navel as it started working its way up. Her own breathing was starting to tighten in anticipation, the girl's body shivering before she took the lobe between her teeth and pulling it lightly.]

It's been a while since I was with someone strong-willed enough to hold out at all. Please... don't disappoint me.

Edited (better icon) 2018-02-21 04:46 (UTC)

( Her efforts to resist-- to be defiant, were ultimately futile. She was aware that as this progressed, she'd become even weaker, unable to cling to her inhibitions. The thought revolted her, to lose the virginity she so proudly clung to in such a way. It revolted her that no matter how loudly her mind was screaming, her body would gradually come to be more aroused.

She winces when the creature before her sinks her teeth into her earlobe, tugs the cravat from her neck, and her digs into her naval. Her sensitivity growing, arousal building into something so foreign and unbearable to her. And this was only the beginning. She didn't know what 'feeding' entailed, but this woman was determined to show her whether she wanted her to or not.

Honestly, perhaps it was better not to dignify her with a response. It was clear that she perhaps wanted to hear her rebellion vocalized, so she doesn't. )

[Upwards the tail worked, gradually pushing and wriggling as it worked on the vest and blouse button-down shirt with the help of one hand. When the fabric parted fully, she left it to hang down, draped over Integra's shoulders and exposing her chest in the process. The spaded tip worked under the strap of her bra and slithered its way around one of her breasts, squeezing with that pad as the soft point brushed against her nipple.

Her lips dragged their way down the woman's throat and brushed over her collarbone before she drew upwards again, ghosting small fangs close to her throat. It was a tease, but she was no proper vampire and far more curious to see if that act solicited an aroused or frightened reaction, or both. Her hands, meanwhile, began to drag their way down the back, fanning over the ribcage and then grazing very lightly at the small, near to her waist.

She was in no hurry. Now was the time to test what got reactions, and what didn't... to see how long it would take before arousal started to take over completely.]

( Her nipples were already quite pert, and when her tail begins to squeeze at her breast, she emits a shuddering gasp from her lips. There was no helping how she felt. She needed friction against her breasts, attention to her sensitive nubs. It was disconcerting how this thought plagued her mind. It wasn't something she should have wanted.

The teeth, however, only cause her to visibly grimace. She knew why she was doing this, even if she wasn't a vampire. Despite her lack a physical reaction, her lips and breath against Integra's sensitized skin are admittedly tantalizing. The hands roaming over her back, too. She could feel herself becoming moist. This was not good. There had to be some way to make her stop, somehow. She ponders this, restrained from doing much else. )

Edited 2018-02-22 10:48 (UTC)

[Oh look at those reactions. Samantha growled low as she felt the hardened little nubs coming to full attention under her ministrations. The lack of gasping or moaning from where she put her teeth turned the act into a simple kiss before she started to descend down past the collarbone and work her way towards the other of her breasts. Both of them deserved attention, did they not?

Her hands slid up behind and along her spine, until she reached bra. With quick, practiced digits, the half-breed undid it so that she could help pulling it up and out of her way. Kisses worked their way gradually in to an unattended, soft expanse of skin while her tail rubbed over th other playfully, taking advantage of the sensitivity as she looked up, watching the expressions she got.]

Your body's starting to cave in, you know... how long before your mind follows? Before the lust is too much to handle?

[ How about multiple (as in two or more) fodder to control for the price of one? Here are the main five characters of Sailor Moon (with profiles available here and here for the canonblind). They come as a duo or more; pick whichever girls you'd like or if you're canonblind and don't care, it'll be dealer's choice.

Here for the real nasty, sinful kinks - ddlg, corruption, sluttification a la this and this, body modifications, sex/drug addiction, breast enlargement, clit enlargement, swinging, exhibitionism, vulgarity, mind break, and pretty much anything else you can cook up.

I am down with all prompts and all comers, from bad/morally grey sorts who have no problem molding people to their desires or good guys who've just accidentally ended up with some transforming abilities or tech.

You get to choose how they look and how far gone they are. Go wild. I'll also go with any other kinks/fetishes you want to bring on. ]

[[ooc: he prefers males but utter corruption/sluttification by a dominant female is fine. Conditioning, whips, chains, cages, denial, repeated rounds of sex, ropes, orgies, glory holes, dependancy, etc. I don't have an official kinks list because it varies. Message me if you want anything that sounds more hardcore than that?]]

[ it happened in canon and it wasn't fun. ]

[ Pre-SHIELD, pre-Avengers, femdom only. Pref 3, 5, 6, or 7 for targets. 4 for Winter Solider. ]

[Would prefer him being the one being corrupted and destroyed.]

[ prefer to be the corrupted one ]

[Have a guess...]

[Either, slowposting prose preferred. ]

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