we don't do that here

[mirrormirrormeme]

(kink)shame your muse(s)!

It's  simple, really. Think of the age-old practice of dog shaming, but hornier, and with better results.

HOW TO PLAY

• Post your character with a 'shameful' kink as the subject.
  • Shame here is subjective. We don't really care what the kink is so long as they're being outed for it.
  • But God bless them if they have a humiliation kink...
• Those who respond can bully, shame, humiliate, make things worse... or they might offer to indulge? 

Comments

does damn near anything for his partners pleasure

[gowithstyle]

[ He's facepalming. Why is this being advertised. ]

[haziel]

Your partners must be very lucky to have such an attentive lover.

[gowithstyle]

I suppose they are, yes.

[haziel]

I'm almost jealous. There doesn't seem to be very many like that nowadays.

[gowithstyle]

Oh? Why not?

[haziel]

A lot of selfish lovers out there. At least, seems like that's all I can find.

[gowithstyle]

Unfortunate. You're not looking in the right places, then.

[haziel]

I guess not... hopefully one day luck will find me, though.

[gowithstyle]

Maybe it already has?

[ A hopeful eyebrow raise. ]

[haziel]

Oh, what I would do for that to be true.

( He smiled at the raised brow, before giving him a playful wink. )

I'm Haziel, by the way.

[gowithstyle]

Crowley.

[ Wait. ]

Are you — an angel?

[haziel]

Well, aren't you a perceptive one.

The name does sort of give it away though, doesn't it?

[gowithstyle]

[ He just propositioned an angel. Awesome. ]

It does indeed.

[oh_bebop]

[ Aziraphale just stands there, his eyes the size of dinner plates, smiling inanely. ]

[gowithstyle]

[ SATAN HELP HIM. ]

... er, that's... ngk.

[ He doesn't even know what to say. Why did it have to be Aziraphale? ]

[oh_bebop]

[ Why, indeed. This is information he had not known that he had not known.

He gives a vague shrug of the shoulders, smile frozen in place, holding out for an elaboration so that he might then know what reaction to give. ]

[gowithstyle]

[ He can explain. Really, he can. He's not internally flailing. ]

So the thing is — it's, uh, a preference of mine, to — yeah.

[ Okay so he can't explain. He wants to disappear. ]

[oh_bebop]

Ah. So you've — ...enough times to...develop a preference.

[ That drawn conclusion might have hurt less than if Crowley had shot him in the face! Though he tries terribly hard not to let on that the prospect of Crowley taking any partners, let alone so many, is... ]

Had I only known. Much, much sooner.

[gowithstyle]

— only a handful of times.

[ He offers the consolation weakly. He's a demon of temptation, it can only be expected that he's done something. He clears his throat. ]

What about knowing it sooner?

[oh_bebop]

[ Can it, though? When he'd expected Crowley to have fired a gun before and been terribly mistaken then, too? Though he had trusted Crowley completely, then. And in the end, it hadn't been a terrible mistake at all, trusting Crowley with his life...

If only he were in the mood to appreciate the demon's honesty, but the decidedly unpleasant shock of it is proving to be too much at the moment. ]

It... Just seems the sort of thing that might've come up, with the person who — I hadn't realized it was our side! It would've been nice to know, is all!

[gowithstyle]

[ Is Aziraphale really upset? Crowley frowns. ]

Angel, it's not — not like I had feelings.

[ Why does that matter? It matters, a lot, at least to him. They were just flings. They didn't matter, not in the long run. ]

[oh_bebop]

[ Aziraphale's lower lip is decidedly as stiff as his upper lip. He's trying very hard not to have feelings himself. ]

No? Because it sounds as though you cared a great deal about — seeing to them. You preferred it, you said.

[gowithstyle]

It's just a preference. I wasn't in love with them.

[ He shakes his head, hands lifting a bit helplessly only to fall back at his sides in fists. ]

The first time I was just curious and — it seemed like something a demon should do, eh? But I — I didn't love any of them.

[oh_bebop]

[ My, but it does things to him when Crowley speaks of love. Or, in this case, the absence of it. ]

...then I shudder to think of the lengths to which you would go if you did love them.

[ And shudder he does, in spite of himself, on a shaky exhale. Not unlike this.

He can't help the way his expression softens at the next bit — that it had begun with curiosity and pursued with a sense of duty seems only fitting. ]

And of the subsequent times? Your curiosity had not been, ah — satisfied?

[gowithstyle]

Those lengths are terrifying, indeed.

[ It's spoken quieter. That softening expression is good. He hasn't managed to dig his own grave any further. ]

The rest — duty, or some semblance of it, and yes, my curiosity has been mostly satisfied.

[ Mostly being the keyword. There's still things he hasn't tried, things he wouldn't try without love and trust. ]