Let's Get Kinky Meme

[ephedra]

The Let's Get Kinky 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 interesting 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.

taken from the memebells version, which I also posted. ;)

Comments

Any preference for who's on the receiving end? You want to roll?

[hartless_cowboy]

[When Lindsey headed out tonight, he didn't expect to find a God. A demon or two perhaps, just creatures he might be able to make connections with that would eventually lead him to the power he sought, but a God, that was near the top of his list. He would do nearly anything to get one of those behind his back.]

Can I buy you a drink?

I've been doing a lot of hitting up other people with him; maybe him on the receiving end? Rolled13.

[sorcerous]

ooc; so maybe something where Lindsey gets off on having a god?

Hmm.

[ The noise is one of consideration, as his eyes take in the man before him, his carriage, his eyes, and the magic contract bound tight around his throat. He flicks cool green eyes up to Lindsey's and then gives a bit of a shrug. ]

Very well.

[ Such overwhelming enthusiasm. ]

Can do! Wait... who's the 'him' on the receiving end? *confused*

[hartless_cowboy]

[[OOC: Just trying to be clear... You want Loki owned by Lindsey, or is it the other way round? *confused by Loki looking at the contract around Lindsey's throat*]]

[And to manage to bind one in a contract, now that was the true work of Lindsey McDonald, the best lawyer ever trained under the devil. Even after he went AWOL from the law firm of evil, he was still drawing up leading contracts.

So what if there was a small price to pay? It was worth it for power.]

Have some enthusiasm for our new partnership. I heard their room service is excellent here.

[sorcerous]

ooc; asldfkj sorry. The contract was Wolfram & Hart (he could just be seeing a mirage/remnant?), and the 'him' was Loki. gd pronouns. Does that work? Because Loki can totally top too, if you want.

[ How forward. ]

As for partnership, we have none; as for the possibility of one, it will require a bit more than a Midgard-made drink to secure it.

[ His voice drips with disdain. How could anyone enjoy such weak drinks? -- Asgard's mead, ale, ambrosia, that is more like it.

Though, of course, a 'partnership' isn't out of the question. Loki does appreciate a confident approach. ]

[hartless_cowboy]

[[OOC: IKR? Pfffft pronouns. I admit I enjoy seeing Linds squirm, but you're tired of putting Loki as the hitter, I can have Linds top. He's switch anyway. But asdfghk, sorry for so many misconceptions.]]

[Damn, it was worth a try. Unfazed by the failure though, Lindsey just smirked in response.] You might be surprised.

[Of course he wouldn't take a being from Asgard to any normal place. His successes of past times relied on knowing his clients well, and when it came down to it, demons and gods were very similar. One just wielded more power.]

Treat's on me. [As he said that, he called for the bartender to serve him that special drink he called in ahead of time to order.]

[sorcerous]

ooc; You want to hit Loki up in another meme? Bad Romance or something? I can have Loki torment him for a bit :3

[Loki's eyes turn away. He leans his elbow against the bar, and is startled, oddly, at the cold of the surface against his elbow. He is so accustomed to raiment, to clothes that drape and conceal. It's warm, here in Midgard, here in Los Angeles. He wears close-fitting black and green, instead.

He stares at the bar's surface and wonders why he's here. What the urge is, in him, that drew him to a bar on a clear night.

And back to the one who disturbed him. ]

Then -- surprise me.

[ Challenge, and a tiny bit of surrender in there, too. ]

[hartless_cowboy]

[[OOC: You're on. Double thread it is! I'll poke you with something there next.]]

[The drink came, a strong chilling brew with just that bittersweet taste of home that Lindsey ordered just for the fallen God. Loki was right that Midgard drinks wouldn't satisfy him, so wasn't it lucky that Lindsey had many other worldly contacts?

What he didn't reveal was the extra ingredients that were added in to help him ensnare the power of this frozen Godling.

For himself, he just ordered a beer.]

Bottom's up!

Don't worry if you get drunk, they have an excellent hotel upstairs. Like I said, exceptional room service.

I'll tag it tomorrow! Heading to bed soon.

[sorcerous]

[ A delicate sniff, and surprise scrunches his features.

He revises his assessment of the mortal upward, and revises his assessment of this situation slightly to the left. This is planned. He found Loki's location and tracked him down.

Loki takes a drink, and rolls it on his tongue. ]

So what is it you desire from me? After all, you have gone to such trouble.

[ Is his voice turning silky? Must be from habit; Loki does enjoy his wordcraft. ]

*thumbs up* Tomorrow then~

[hartless_cowboy]

[It was coincidence that he bumped into the God today, but that was much earlier in the evening and he spent the rest of that time planning how to make the meeting worthwhile. And seeing he duly impressed the other, Lindsey smirked to think it was well worth the trouble.]

Like I said before, a partnership.

[He raised his beer in a gesture of a toast, using it to urge the God along to drink. The sooner Loki finished that brew, the sooner Lindsey could move onto the second part of the binding ritual.]

You have powers I want at my back... and... well, I'm a resourceful man.

[sorcerous]

[ And Loki -- oh, Loki is not as cautious as he should be, because the taste of home shivers across his tongue and when he closes his eyes he could almost see himself in Asgard's halls, with the distant noises of celebration and song, with the smell of roasts and treats in the air.

He does drink. He drinks deeply. ]

I am not a pet sorcerer, to be at another's beck and call.

[hartless_cowboy]

[Lindsey smiled genially as he nursed his beer beside Loki.] Such a thing never even crossed my mind. Now that won't be a partnership, would it?

I was thinking of something more... profitable.

[He already called ahead of time and booked himself a room upstairs where he knew they wouldn't be disturbed. These sort of hotels prided themselves at keeping their client's privacy.

His smile widened as he clinked his glass up against Loki's, again prompting him to make another drink.]

I'm Lindsey McDonald, by the way. You might want to remember that.

[sorcerous]

[ Loki pauses, at this. ]

Is there ... more, of this? [ -- with a nod at the ale. He wouldn't want to finish it too soon, if there wasn't. He would rather savor.

Certainly this little wouldn't have him too intoxicated, and his powers would still be at his fingertips. ]

[hartless_cowboy]

[That smile widened further, nearly bordering on the edge of being snarky.]

Enough to get drunk on.

[While Loki drank, Lindsey looked around at the bar. It wasn't crowded, but it was still more public than he would like.]

Why don't we take this somewhere more private? I have a place upstairs, large couches, nice decor. It'll be more comfortable than drinking down here.

[sorcerous]

[ It is a plan, clearly. A rehearsed option. Loki considers, his fingertips drumming on the bar. Likely he will be able to remove himself from any prepared trap. And if he doesn't let himself fall, he'll never find out what it is Lindsey truly wants.

Very well, then.

He drowns the drink -- not that there's too much of it, and moves to his feet, sinuous and smooth. ]

Lead the way.

[hartless_cowboy]

[Performing a little bow to help boost Loki's ego for a smoother trap, Lindsey led the way. The suite he ordered was on the fifteenth floor with a panoramic night view of the city reminiscent to his office back at Wolfram and Hart.]

Come on in. [Gesturing to the open space, he invited Loki in with a soft grin at his private joke, then closed the door behind him. He didn't dare to seal it with magic yet, not while Loki wasn't completely influenced, the room was scrawled with enough magical sigils to hide them from prying eyes.]

Make yourself comfortable while I order you some more of what you want.

[sorcerous]

[ He steps to the window, his eyes distant. Clasping his hands behind him as his body language seems to suggest clothing more fine, more elaborate than what he wears. He realizes, now, with his eyes on the skyline, that he has been drugged. He feels the touch of his abilities waning.

He shivers, and he thinks why, why should he fight against it, why shouldn't he allow himself to be taken. It isn't as though he fights for so terribly much, here on Midgard where he has fallen.

But he is a god. And, in the end, he must fight for himself.

Loki's body works quickly. Perhaps more quickly than the mortal realizes -- this means he is weaker, but he may take advantage of that, advantage of Lindsey's assumptions.

He turns back, his eyes cold. ]

I would make myself at home, but, alas, I will not do so in the home of an enemy.

[ He advances on Lindsey and closes a hand around his throat -- not tight enough to squeeze yet. Keeps his movements careful, tense, leisurely, like a pacing cat moving in for the kill. ]

Who sent you -- quick, before I snap your throat.

[hartless_cowboy]

[For someone with a God closed in around his neck, Lindsey certainly didn't look worried. He had enough of being strangled by more powerful people in his day, thank you very much, and he learned how to stop it from happening again.

With strength no mere mortal should have, Lindsey shoved back against the God, hard enough to send the weakened trickster falling back into the waiting arms of the open couch halfway across the room.]

No one sent me. [He was wearing his shit eating grin now, confident, cocky, and none of that previous friendliness remained.]

Pure and simple. I want your powers. Or you, either one works.

[sorcerous]

[ Loki stumbles, catches himself on the couch's arm. Eyes tight with fury. ]

The merest fraction of my power would flay your flesh from your bones. Your every thought would turn to ashes, rip your heart and bleed it dry.

[ Hubris. Hubris is Thor's sin. Loki should not have come here. ]

[hartless_cowboy]

Maybe you're right...

[Lindsey laughed and stepped away from the wall, smirking as he walked towards the furious God.]

If your powers aren't stunted. Or haven't you noticed it yet?

[The earlier drink, while not enough to bring Loki completely under his power, should still be enough to give Lindsey the advantage.]

What are you so afraid for? I'm not going to hurt you. You're my ticket to power!

[sorcerous]

I am not afraid of you.

[ Said bitterly. Because Loki isn't afraid of anything anymore, unless one counts Thor, Odin, Frigga. He isn't afraid of death. He isn't afraid of breaking everything he knows and wreaking pain and darkness in places new.

He isn't afraid of being hurt because the worst has already happened to him. ]

[hartless_cowboy]

See? That's the way to go.

[Lindsey closed the distance between them and stood directly before the God. Reaching a hand out, he caressed the marble skin of Loki's cheek with mocking gentleness. Until the spell from the drink wore off, Lindsey wasn't afraid of Loki.]

You can do this the easy way where you willingly hand your powers to me, or the hard way, where I wrench them from you and maybe hurt you in the process.

[His smirk widened into that smile again.] But oh, I forgot, you're a God. You don't hurt easily.