The BDSM Meme

[calmyourshit]

Have you ever had a dream where you were running through a sunflower field with clouds dancing across a crystal blue sky, your lover's running towards you? The wind is whipping through lovely lavish locks...and you embrace for that perfect passionate kiss...WELL. This is not that dream. This is hard, sweaty, angry, crazy, monstrous fucking.
-Brendon Urie

Sometimes, when someone has been very naughty, they just need to be tied up and whipped.

Post a comment with your character, fandom, and preferences in the subject line. Make sure to note if there is anything on the list you're not comfortable with. Use the RNG to get a number between 1 and 16, or just pick one (or several!) and tag around! Feel free to get creative!

1 - Handcuffs. An oldie but a goodie. Are you handcuffed to something or just behind your back?

2 - Full bondage. This can be anything from hands tied to the headboard to the most complex of rope bondage.

3 - Sex swing. Sling 'em up! Also includes harnesses and special furniture.

4 - Tied to the bed. You are not going anywhere -- whether spread-eagle or kneeling at the foot, you are not moving from this bed until your lover says so.

5 - Public scene. Whether a demonstration at a small party or a subtle but definite show of dominance in a restaurant, someone else is watching this show.

6 - Riding crop. Giddyup!

7 - Paddle. Leather, metal, or wood? Either way, someone's been bad.

8 - Cane. Just like in school!

9 - Whip. This isn't for beginners. Avoid the vital organs.

10 - Sensory deprivation. Blindfold, gag, breathplay? The possibilities here are endless.

11 - Spanking. Why use toys when your hand works just as well?

12 - Candle wax. Oh it burns so good.

13 - Blades. Careful where you cut, and make sure you clean up after!

14 - Needleplay. Whether it's permanent or just for play, this is a particularly sharp pain.

15 - Electric stimulation. Do you have an instrument, or are you being reckless with a wallplug?

16 - Wild card. Pick one of these or do your own favorite fantasy!

Comments

[whatyoulike]

Oh, it's all right. You're all right.

[Part of her is off thinking about checkout and flight times and whether, if he's still in this state by the time they have to leave, she should just phone down to the front desk and renew the room with some lighthearted comment about needing another day of honeymoon because, oh, it's all so wonderful, they can't bear to go home yet. Practicalities. But mostly she is there with him, rubbing soft circles on his back as one might with a child who's had a bad dream, and speaking in that same gentle tone she used way back when she snuck in to return his coat.]

[on_your_nerves]

[Sherlock keeps taking deep breaths, in and out, in and out, and finally starts to calm down. Now he's just getting very tired. Either he's going to have to book the room another night just to sleep--even if he's alright for her to leave--or he's going to have to sleep on the plane. His grip on her loosens, though he still leans his head against her, staring at the fabric of her robe.]

[His voice is shaky and very quiet, but he sounds more like himself when he finally speaks.]

To me, you are superlative, you know. You...you eclipse and predominate the whole of...

[The entire human race? No, there are others that are peerless in their ways, like John. For once, he can't find the words, so he just closes his eyes and lets that sentence trail off into silence. Irene Adler has her own category set aside, though. He settles for:]

You are without compare. Even if we walk away from here and never see one another again, that's how I'll hold you in my mind.

[He'd wanted to tell her that at least once, and the only reason he's done it is because all his barriers are down right now, letting him do what he wants.]

[whatyoulike]

And you're unexpectedly sweet with all the thinking worn out of you.

[It's a deflection. She wants to drink in all his unfiltered confessions, but can't bring herself to respond in kind. To acknowledge his importance to her would be to hand over a tiny sliver of power and she doesn't know how to set aside the game long enough for it to be any other way.

He occupies a singular position of respect, set apart from anyone she has ever encountered. Even pleading beneath her or crying against her chest, she respects him. For his mind and how he chooses to use it, for who he is. And yet, to articulate that feels like a concession.

Her own walls are still built too high to trade vulnerabilities, especially with the way he once used them against her.]

[on_your_nerves]

[There is tiny little bit of him that's soft, that's almost tender, that he always buries deep and keeps locked away, barricaded where it's safe, just like he keeps her old phone safely locked in the drawer of his file cabinet.]

[That part of him belongs to her.]

[(Hence why he kept her phone in the first place.)]

[He doesn't need her to say anything back. He's content to simply have that part of himself owned.]

[In any case, Sherlock is finally somewhat calmed down now, and leans back enough to press a small, soft kiss to the line of her jaw, before finally moving away, to sit up on the bed and work out how much pain exactly that he's in now that the adrenaline rush is fading. He's hurting quite a bit--starting to shake a little from it, in fact--and he should probably drink that water now.]